Post by 👑« ＲΩＮＩＮ » on Jun 28, 2020 13:35:54 GMT
Round 1:
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Tyson:
-;One Last Battle For Ol' Times Sake
His loadout:
Like a cage bearing a lion , Aerys the 6'2” super human was bathed in an aura of cosmic Void energy known as Kiryu. Entering the scene with clothes composed of a special fabric, he walked with a lax swagger. He wore a white V neck underneath a lavender hoody, black boots, ivory gloves, and dark navy cargo pants. His face was identical to that of Kakashi Hatake except with ebony locks and an argent strand. Upon his wrist was a silver/burgundy bracelet, Nyx his Caxius bracelet, a weapon of sentient Nothing. A weapon that was similar to the Kiryu that coursed through his veins dramatically enhancing his speed and psionic abilities. He preferred to rely on a combination of his Zhato plasma/waterbending, advanced speed, Kiryu-vectors, years of combat training, skills learned from his time with the Dragon clan, Dyrge eyes and his Axiom magic. Clipped to his Ferragomo belt is Pip, his mystical coin purse that carries Eko weapons: daggers, bolas, senbon, and 13mm bullets. Eko metal possess the innate ability to manipulate kinetic/vibratory energy. Another item of Eko was his right appendage. From shoulder blade to his very fingers, is his prosthesis bearing pores within the forearm and a white noise emitter within. The Last Aria is what he called the arm tattooed in glyphs of Axiom magic, allowing sound manipulation. Much focus is on his psionics and Kiryuu as this transcendent energy is strong enough to take on a life of its own and assistance him. Along with the super powers that Kiryu has given him. Aerys loved using his Zhato; sentient Nether based ergo-matter created for plasma/water bending. Two of four Sabres, Eko metal based 7 inch hilts, were clipped to his Ferragamo belt. His left hip is his daito, Sei-Katta an enchanted katana reforged in Eko and blessed in Axiom Magic. On his left fore arm is his Starbrand, the source of all his power and granter of his abilities. With it, Aerys has even gave himself a Mangeykyo Sharingan.
Movement had stopped as the Inquisitor stood on a 8 story rooftop overlooking the sea of roof tops in Nu Tokyio. A vibrant display of fireworks illuminated the midnight sky with a plethora of colors. This evening held importance as the first night of summer; thus a festival needed to be thrown in celebration. Despite such joyful ambiance, the human couldn't find a reason to enjoy such a great evening. An exasperated exhale left his lips as he looked on. Nostalgia tugged at his heart chords as memories of his brother came to mind. His dark alter ego, made itself known as a faceless man whispered in his guarded mind.
“You know there's no point in being upset. Wherever your brother Azashiro is, he's not thinking of you...Jin.”
A personification of his darker self, Jax never hesitated to torment his forced ally no matter what chance he got. Again the Inquisitor sighed as he continued to watch the fireworks. He wondered how many one would have to wish on before their wish finally came true?
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Obito:
▌ CODEX OF MISSUS WORLD CVII: YOU WANT /POWER/. . .? BABY, AS FAR AS YOU ARE CONCERNED THAT PHONE IS GOD! THOSE LIKES I MADE? ARE FEALTY! ALL THESE NEW AGE WITCHES? WORSHIP ME! I'M EVERYTHING A THESE NEW CHICKS WANT TO BE!
The sound of her wheels against the tile floor brought her some odd joy. She moved from one monitor to another, typing away all the new languages of technology she designed. Even as her focus was beautifully spread between multiple things and her mouth gnawed on the red liquorice, with aggressive intent. One thing she was in charge of monitoring was watching the 14 billion people through their technological devices across the stars and another was building several new operating systems with her siblings. Miss World STILL saw everything on a global scale, which wasn't hard given everyone brought a little piece of her with them. A God designed for the new world, built literally from the remains of the old world.
The sound of her wheels against the tile floor brought her some odd joy. She moved from one monitor to another, typing away all the new languages of technology she designed. Even as her focus was beautifully spread between multiple things and her mouth gnawed on the red liquorice, with aggressive intent. One thing she was in charge of monitoring was watching the 14 billion people through their technological devices across the stars and another was building several new operating systems with her siblings. Miss World STILL saw everything on a global scale, which wasn't hard given everyone brought a little piece of her with them. A God designed for the new world, built literally from the remains of the old world.
She sees things on a global scale and is a god level type entity. Probably is hacked into the technological world.
‘We are special in the sense that we dominate this planet. More than God herself. Which is a shame. All the other gods get rebranded for us. Odin, Vulcan, all the gods of war? They come through us and you rebrand them.’ Is what her mother always said, it was something that she couldn’t see. She simply wanted them all dead, they’d taken her father from her and now she was stuck with a megalomaniac. She loved that megalomaniac, yet had a love-hate with how out of six kids she always gave her something. Heliotropic optics shifted, flickering multiple times as information began to overlap and flood her hood.
“Gods damn it, Mother! I told you to PRESS SEND ONCE NOT UNTIL THE SCREE- GAH!!!” Her voice boomed in sheer frustration, her eyes looked towards her sister who snickered from across the room, “Media! Can you do me a favor, pluh-ease?”
The preppy purple haired female met her elder sister with ignorance, feigning ignorance to her sisters pleas. She wanted zero part in whatever odd quest the archmurderer would be sent on. And murder is what she always was sent to do, only because something or someone was fucking up somewhere.
“Fine, Fine, Fine. . . I’ll do my own dirty work.” Several screens across Nu Tokyio flared to life, all giving the faded image of a dark haired femme, whose hues were a neon red before looking directly at Jin. A grin stretched across her freckled features before her hair exploded into a red and her eyes became that aforementioned heliotrope colour. Liquorice bounced before she tugged it from between her lips, “I see you, now, little alarm raiser!” Soon the holographic projection of the woman would grow incredibly close, “We’ll play a few games! A few games indeed!”
“Gods damn it, Mother! I told you to PRESS SEND ONCE NOT UNTIL THE SCREE- GAH!!!” Her voice boomed in sheer frustration, her eyes looked towards her sister who snickered from across the room, “Media! Can you do me a favor, pluh-ease?”
The preppy purple haired female met her elder sister with ignorance, feigning ignorance to her sisters pleas. She wanted zero part in whatever odd quest the archmurderer would be sent on. And murder is what she always was sent to do, only because something or someone was fucking up somewhere.
“Fine, Fine, Fine. . . I’ll do my own dirty work.” Several screens across Nu Tokyio flared to life, all giving the faded image of a dark haired femme, whose hues were a neon red before looking directly at Jin. A grin stretched across her freckled features before her hair exploded into a red and her eyes became that aforementioned heliotrope colour. Liquorice bounced before she tugged it from between her lips, “I see you, now, little alarm raiser!” Soon the holographic projection of the woman would grow incredibly close, “We’ll play a few games! A few games indeed!”
She notices Jin, write how you didn't know that this place had alarms within it. This snaps Aerys out of his daydream.
There was a giggle as the holograms exploded into randomized geometric shapes, bound by what appeared to be electric currents. The sky seemed to open up, filling with coccineus apricity before an aureate staircase shot down. Coupled with the loud techno-japanese themed music playing, she looked more like a rockstar in the all white bodysuit composed of nano-technology and a unique carbon mesh. All interwoven with billions upon billions of runic markings from various cultures to allow the supreme casting of her own magyks. The suit was almost all white, minus the black check mark across her rather supple chest, the calves were also a black and dipped into her high-top converses.
White body suit she has on that probably warded out the ass. There's nano-tech on it as well. It can break down things into Aether energy and can convert kinetics. Her magic will be based on motion. Stay on her and just defend against Nihil. Also has a hyper mind.
She wore a bomber jacket crop top that matched the white and black aesthetic she was going for. The cuffs formed into gloves around her white tipped nails. Her hair was short, stopping at her jaw and her eyes well, those were already covered.
Her nano-swarm formulated a complex algorithm in which allowed her a suit that would deatomize materials into its most simplistic unit of energy; Aether. It also acted as a converter of kinetics which can be allocated into well different strong suits; either its own durability or her magical drives and completion of spells. She only needs to move in some way to complete a spell anyhow, so with her mind being excessively fast, in unquantifiable ways.
Her body which she happily called her “Operating System” was the perfect mesh of Half God-hood and technology, celestial pathways were filled to the brim with Aether while technology smaller than the human eye could see flowed through it.
Her body which she happily called her “Operating System” was the perfect mesh of Half God-hood and technology, celestial pathways were filled to the brim with Aether while technology smaller than the human eye could see flowed through it.
Use Sharingan to acknowledge her Aether circuits.
She was a Mancer in every aspect of the word, she could reanimate and reprogram with magical and technological precision. While she wasn’t super strong, omnipotent, or anything of that nature - she was all knowing because the worlds around them had flourished with tech. If she couldn’t hack into a system immediately, she could in time. Her own biologically produced field was augmented with magical precision, so when she arrived anywhere? It was because she wanted to.
Master magic user who can program spells and tech. This entire place is going to be under her control soon, will probably have to use Tidus in order to help with the electrical parts. Now six random bodies may show up to fight along side her, definitely going to need Tidus and Unitas in this fight. Cast it this turn. Also point out that you know Azashiro's Arcadian name, like you've been keeping tabs on him since joining the Inquisition but missions have always gotten in the way.
Also mention the City screaming her name part “Like damn we may end up having to fight a whole city Jax, Jax will be like “a whole city? I must say you always keep it interesting Jin,””
Also mention the City screaming her name part “Like damn we may end up having to fight a whole city Jax, Jax will be like “a whole city? I must say you always keep it interesting Jin,””
Six boxes, white, entirely looking like coffins fall from the sky once she touched down half a mile directly across from Jin. Each leaking a surplus of magykal energies. “Hey! We’ve seen you in General Acrius’ memories! You’re. . .You’re. . . Well, nobody, not until I can remember your name! Well, I'll let you know who I am or rather - "
Everyone in the city screamed her name, "MISS WORRRRRRLLLDDDDDDDDD, THE QUEEN OF TETRIS, THE STAR FIGHTER!!!!"
'Yeah, baby, that's me! The cutest bitch alive."
Everyone in the city screamed her name, "MISS WORRRRRRLLLDDDDDDDDD, THE QUEEN OF TETRIS, THE STAR FIGHTER!!!!"
'Yeah, baby, that's me! The cutest bitch alive."
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Nihil:
Two gods gathered with a hubris amounting to the world's supply, but the party couldn't be had without the third piece: one who had mastered all they had and more. Hubris had been his very weapon, penetrating the psychology of his enemies from day one while his shield was wisdom hardened by experience and intelligence. Known by many names, he was but an idea given life in the form of a human soul destined to be reborn in blood like a curse.
"Yeah! I did it!" Nihil leaped up with a smile of delight as the bottles were knocked down from their stands. She was small, but showed her surprising strength when she played the festival games. Tossing weighted balls at bottles to get herself a giant stuffed bear was her favorite memory there. She walked away from the stall with her Head held high with the bear three times her size in a bear hug. Humming a song as she walked triumphantly led into a sobering halt when the colliding forces of conflict shocked the planes beyond the veil. She might be physically blind, but all things above were seen through things greater than eyes.
"Yeah! I did it!" Nihil leaped up with a smile of delight as the bottles were knocked down from their stands. She was small, but showed her surprising strength when she played the festival games. Tossing weighted balls at bottles to get herself a giant stuffed bear was her favorite memory there. She walked away from the stall with her Head held high with the bear three times her size in a bear hug. Humming a song as she walked triumphantly led into a sobering halt when the colliding forces of conflict shocked the planes beyond the veil. She might be physically blind, but all things above were seen through things greater than eyes.
Basically, super strong and is on the same skill level as Jin and Obito. She can sense conflict and power pretty well.
The winds picked up and blew her black coat against her exposed midriff and her raven twin tails against her cheeks. Golden eyes turned to the night sky to see the ominous warnings above. "No way... all that power..." The bear dropped from her grasp and keeled over on the ground. "All that..." She leaned forward and flexed her thighs, revealed through her heavy pants, and rushed toward it's source. "All that conflict" Fangs bore like a rabid animal, the fiery god of conflict angled through the crowd like a dancer.
She had to protect these people! No matter the cost! Her presence was thrust into the world of man like a hammer descending on the anvil. The clank of power pouring in from Anathema boosted her movement so that she could leap. Stabilization of an outer-plane's inclusion into the standard four in a way that removed it from natural law, due only to it's location and contents: Nihil's soul fused with the Blackflame. Connections through this soul granted her a passive draw of energy from each plane - Anathema, divine, spiritual, mental, and physical - in addition to the one granted from sources of conflict, all of which empowered Nihil's soul.
She reached the building the two sources reached and summoned aether from the divine plane. Binding her feet to the earthly matter by transposing the divine energy found in both, she ran up the side of the building at a full twenty miles per hour as her body caught flame. Flickering of a flame as dark as her humanity ignited on her false skin and cloaked her body in it's deceptive warmth. By the time her foot touched the ledge of the apex, Nihil stood a male of six feet with lanky arms and wavy raven lochs.
He brought war with him and thrived in and of it. The wind blew and stirred his cloak as if it was made of cloth, but was the cleanest air to exist on Earth. A previously invisible aura ignited with Blackflame cleansed the passive draws of energy and the things that moved through it by overloading it with information created by mixing and stabilizing elements so old that they almost transcended time. Entail, the Blackflame was why Nihil remained an impregnable fortress against natural law.
She had to protect these people! No matter the cost! Her presence was thrust into the world of man like a hammer descending on the anvil. The clank of power pouring in from Anathema boosted her movement so that she could leap. Stabilization of an outer-plane's inclusion into the standard four in a way that removed it from natural law, due only to it's location and contents: Nihil's soul fused with the Blackflame. Connections through this soul granted her a passive draw of energy from each plane - Anathema, divine, spiritual, mental, and physical - in addition to the one granted from sources of conflict, all of which empowered Nihil's soul.
She reached the building the two sources reached and summoned aether from the divine plane. Binding her feet to the earthly matter by transposing the divine energy found in both, she ran up the side of the building at a full twenty miles per hour as her body caught flame. Flickering of a flame as dark as her humanity ignited on her false skin and cloaked her body in it's deceptive warmth. By the time her foot touched the ledge of the apex, Nihil stood a male of six feet with lanky arms and wavy raven lochs.
He brought war with him and thrived in and of it. The wind blew and stirred his cloak as if it was made of cloth, but was the cleanest air to exist on Earth. A previously invisible aura ignited with Blackflame cleansed the passive draws of energy and the things that moved through it by overloading it with information created by mixing and stabilizing elements so old that they almost transcended time. Entail, the Blackflame was why Nihil remained an impregnable fortress against natural law.
Her Blackflame is mixture of several planes of existence along with conflict, her soul gets power from it. Can't use energy to attack her, definitely going to need Nyx for this fight. A meter of protection of around her, need to find a way to stop it from expanding.
Although it's power was negotiable based on what backed it, the laws the Blackflame was chained to were the price of this power. The Trait of the Destroyer defined it's composition and how it interacted with other things at a basic level, which only served in basic defensive parameters and grew. The Trait of the Trickster defined that it was not fire, but information of a conceptual level that interacted in a unique way. The Trait of the Individual elaborated on it's interactions and separated the Blackflame from an ability to diminish it's power by another. This power, through Correspondence enforced by his soul, granted the Blackflame to those lesser four planes and allowed his connection to each of these planes to be protected and interrupted: as above, so below; as below, so above. This perpetuated around him in the form of a field that covered the surrounding meter and had the same range of his aura born of his soul and fueled by it's power.
Hidden was his primary weapon, born of the soul as all things of Nihil were, in the form of a Seishinken. Holstered to his hip with the name of Shorinotsumi, the blade was three feet with four branches off the hilt and all black. This sword could have a variation applied in the form of an enchantment mimicked to augment it's damage delivery. This was applied through willpower, as was any other effect Nihil desired and implemented through his soul.
Hidden was his primary weapon, born of the soul as all things of Nihil were, in the form of a Seishinken. Holstered to his hip with the name of Shorinotsumi, the blade was three feet with four branches off the hilt and all black. This sword could have a variation applied in the form of an enchantment mimicked to augment it's damage delivery. This was applied through willpower, as was any other effect Nihil desired and implemented through his soul.
Has a long sword that can be enchanted with her magic. Also Jax would sense the incoming influence of different planes coming towards them.
His eyes like pale blue mirrors moved to rest on the swords on Aerys' hip. He detected one that could cut through the soul, sensed through the information the Blackflame was collecting from his immediate surroundings through each of the planes. Worry could be seen as tears rolled down his cheeks. His voice rolled out like velvet to address the two strangers. "They call me Nihil, the Fortress of the East... who is it that threatens the sanctitude of humanity, who I will dig two graves for?" Like a weeping willow, his face drew long and moved from the positions of each of the two caught up in their own business. "I will only ask once, you metrosexual disaster and you, the man somehow as removed as myself."
Tell him to mind his business or “Fuck the police.”
The second was addressed to Aerys. He had taken note of the energies of magical and divine origin used by the lady, but it was the man who worried him. A disaster of an arsenal seemed to warrant a fear of death in the Japanese god of conflict and evolution, but only made him as likely to fight like a cornered animal. In that moment, the cloak opened and showed the robes below and the black sword.
This festival was no place for a battle of gods, so Nihil had intervened to contain it and shut it down.
