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Post by adorablesleep on May 18, 2016 17:07:56 GMT -8
Nora looks at the Heir and starts running at him, intention of striking him with her fist.
"I'M NOT DONE YET"
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Post by SJmun on May 19, 2016 1:03:57 GMT -8
"oh fu-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Niki thinks fast and attempts to do Peach's neutral B special move, pulling a Toad out in front of her to block whatever. The imaginary but very much spore-laden Toad wriggles and writhes while being held up in her free hand. Meanwhile, Jake attempts to spam weak corns against the wind, using the cornstaff in the other hand. Gamebirb continues to try and guard Jake's body from any harm, conjuring a small swarm of jittering baby chick sprites in front of it to absorb whatever might reach it.
Meanwhile, seeming that their thing seems to have been obscured so well not even the narritive notices it anymore, Mimi and Dylan close the rest of them and try to think of what to do next. "So, you have any hobbies?" He asks while idly watching the action going on near the middle of the room. "I like to go bug racing.""...bug racing?""Don't tell me you've never watched a good bug race before. Those were the big thing where I came from.""...I think I'll just stick with baseball.""You haven't lived until you've riden a elegant woiver around a twisted track while collecting peachy coins to throw at your opponents!"Dylan blinks a couple times while trying to process that mario kart-like description. "you RIDE the bugs?! How big are we talking here?""I'll show you!" Mimi smiles as she pulls a device out of her backpack, yet another boxy remote-like object with a rigid antenna at the end. She presses a button and a rounded doorway rises up out of the ground. The doors slide open and a striped insect caterpillarish thing about the size of a large dog walks out of the door, wearing a saddle.  "whoa! I bet he goes pretty fast!""Of course he does, he is one of the fastest racing partners I've ever trained."
Charlotte, vaguely discontent at how the heir had somehow dispelled her time grabbing, walks off in a direction. She notices somebody that looks kinda familliar... kinda. It's hard to tell from across the room, not to mention how long it's been since she's seen anyone else from her old session, but she can at least tell that it's another temporic like herself, that probably isn't a robot copy. She walks towards the Seer of Time, who is currently consulting her ooooooing glass for guidence. "Hey, have I seen you before?" Charlotte does a light hair flip and then crosses her arms, smirking.
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Post by raz on May 19, 2016 5:22:33 GMT -8
The heir listens to Micha's words with a neutral expression, fist tightening at its side before loosening. Its narrowed eye softens along with its its expression as it meets the girl's gaze, before tightening again near the end of her speech. When she reels her fist it slides its foot back, digging into the ground behind it and locking its jaw. And when her fist rushes it it makes no attempts to dodge, preparing itself for the brunt of that strike.
Then, a shatter. The impact of her fist recalls a noise not unfamiliar to him, sends his head back a little. Pain registers on some low level but not enough to stop, and suddenly it finds itself wrapped further in... in that corpse's vice.
"...You're wrong."
Trying to wheel around to find his real opponent it finds it isn't quite fast enough as her fist impacts it again, knocking it off balance and forcing it back a few feet in a stumble. Wiping its chin with a knuckle it spots Nora's incoming fall, and the hand above rushes down to spike the girl out of her attack with a heavy swat. The other swings a backhand at nothing in particular but one that sends a wall of wind toward the encroaching, enraged army to knock them back and into one another. Closing in on the two armies the hand orbits them quickly, as if to watch the rage drive them to more infighting up close.
Skidding to a stop the heir faces Micha now, eyes narrowed as a knife appears in its hand and is quickly put to use in stabbing the arm of the body wrapped around it. It's blade, sharp, and long enough to pierce all the way in the ideal.
"Everyone doesn't deserve to be happy. That's a childish way of thinking, an immature absolute. It's childish to think existence itself is a right to happiness and its childish to think just trying is all it takes to reach that. Just... try."
The heir spits that last word with contempt.
"The fact is, that isn't enough. This world doesn't work. And for the people that need it to... Upheaval is the only option. What everyone deserves... is a chance."
The heir, eyes locked with Micha, makes its best attempt to cut through the arm and top half of the bind. Elsewhere the portal sucking in the twin piledriver blast continues, the last hand unaccounted for, the one responsible for Nora's Blood theft, moves in on the two cannons to tilt them both back upward, blasts ending just like that. The hand holding that portal open releases, the gash in space closing as it floats higher above the battlefield.
"Everyone deserves a chance to be happy. What they do with that chance might disqualify them, but no one should be forced against a stacked deck. This isn't about revenge... This is about revolution. No one should live a life doomed to death or unhappiness, because cosmic forces ordain their existences trivial."
The heir drops the knife, the hand by the army whipping two small gusts of wind in its general direction. Midway there the gusts meet its two weapons, its own, and the shattered Brionac half, and it snatches them out of the air once they're in range, fist tightening around its own weapon as it lifts it.
"That's the illusion I'M going to break."
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Post by metreu on May 19, 2016 9:47:13 GMT -8
"Maybe I'm just optimistic then!"
Micha runs at the heir, throwing another punch his way. The corpse Micha holds on with a determined vice, even the parts being cut through continue to stick to the scourge.
After her hit and fade, Micha takes her nullified sword to the surrounding arms at light speed, becoming a blur that slices the scourge's phantom hands to pieces if not destroying them outright.
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Post by powerkitten on May 19, 2016 9:57:05 GMT -8
"GET THAT HAND THING"
SH shouts, jumping up and digging into it his claws. The carapaces with him fire their bows at it, although most of his army is still tearing itself to shreds.
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Post by frozenlake on May 19, 2016 14:45:12 GMT -8
The volume of the fight drops to near silence, as a sound somewhat similar to whistling can be heard, slowly raising in volume.
Outside of the Castle turned Gospel, the area seems to be surrounded by a glowing ring...
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Post by powerkitten on May 19, 2016 17:37:06 GMT -8
Sponge flies up as his mechamorphic skin glows a Prospitium yellow, using the drone's connectivity he transmits orders to people's HUDs. (Computer glasses and the like.)
"I know this guy seems unbeatable, but I know how we can beat him. Split off into smaller groups to attack one of the arms, without them he'll be weakened and we should be able to kill him. Oh, and someone with Rage powers please calm down Alpha!RN's soldiers, they're rather useless right now with all the infighting. Speaking of which, be careful when you defeat the arms, they appear to release a gaseous form of aspect power when defeated."
Sponge attempts to use his Hope powers/SH's powers to get people to listen to him.
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Post by flightlessicarus on May 19, 2016 21:00:55 GMT -8
Mac and Jasper notice their instruments have been muted, and are pissed off. After a minutes-long jam session, they are currently a full power.
Mac stands up from his seat and kicks it over.
"Okay, what the FUCK is happening now? I can understand being upstaged by a fraymotif, but this just can't fly."
Jasper puts his cello away and pulls out his scythe, which has a sandstone spike on the back end and a red blade made of his namesake gem.
"Somebody's gonna get it!"
Meanwhile, back in the thick of the fray, the enraged army of seths is pulled further into their in-fighting, causing Raphael's plan to mostly fail.
"YOU IDIOTS! THE ENEMY IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE!"
"FUCK YOU, RAPHAEL!" The seths begin chasing after Raphael, who have gained just enough reason to figure out that he's treating them the worst at this current moment with his commands.
Who does this douchebag even think he is anyways?
Thinking fast, Raphael runs the fuck away from the rest of the seth army, towards some area where there isn't really all that much action going on. They chase him, ignoring an other targets in their way.
Raphael trips over the busted ghost busting device, finally allowing the captured seths to escape after their fervent attempts at breaking out.
As he gets back up out of the pile of much less enraged seths, the mad army converges upon him without a word, stabbing and slashing and shooting over and over.
Pained cries of agony echo from the center of the haunted mosh pit.
Those that had just escaped from the vacuum pack donetier easily, and thus avoid further attacks, but Raphael... he seems to refuse to go down, even at the hands of those he once led. Even having to endure a pain which death can no longer release him from.
Donetier, while always an option, is not one which he is willing to fall into.
The coward's way out as he sees it.
Meanwhile, Rudolph, having been yelling for Schrodinger (and being subsequently ignored) all this time, has finally reached the hard conclusion that his friend isn't coming back.
Ever.
So he walks off towards the castle doorway leading to the inner dreamscape, laptop in hand. He sees sponge's message on there. Rudolph looks over at the swarm of seths that have corralled against Raphael. There's no way he could do anything about them, not without suffering the same fate.
Mac and Jasper however, seem to be in peak fighting condition.
Rudolph walks right up to them.
"I've got bad news and better news."
"What is it, moth freezer?"
"...bad news is, shrody... is gone for good."
"That's old news, Rudolph."
Rudolph sighs before resuming his report. "The better news is we've got a strategy to follow to take that asshole down. We need to target those arms."
"Didn't one of the fighters say ghosts can't do jack shit?" Mac chips in.
"That's why we need to find some fresh meat to do the dirty work for us."
"But that's not even satisfying!"
"It's that or nothing."
"He's right, though maybe we could figure out something badass enough to satisfy both ends of the deal." Mac looks over at the pair of void players and their weird alien bug mount.
"can we at least find somebody that's badass enough? Those nerds over there are total bitches!"
"hey, with some help from us, they can be more badass than they could ever be alone."
"...I'll take your word for it, but if they're too pathetic, I'm picking the next group."
So then, Mac, Jasper, and Rudolph walk up to Mimi and Dylan.
"Hello. We have a proposition for you two. We know how to stop the heir. Unfortunately, because we are dead, we cannot do much against it."
"didn't even fucking notice me over there." Rudolph mumbles to the side.
"Cutting to the chase, we're offering our skills in badassery so you two can deal some real damage to the enemy. So what do you say?"
The seth trio waits expectantly for an answer.
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Post by lunarLunatic on May 19, 2016 21:16:32 GMT -8
Raine breaks focus, seeing a notable reason why her dominion over Rage is needed.
"ENOUGH!"
She glows with her aspect's power as she stamps one foot onto the ground, sending a strange shockwave to the entire arena. At first, nothing seems to happen. But it becomes apparent soon enough.
"We have one and only one target. The person there, who endangers our existences! He, who is selfish enough to think that everything will be better if everything is destroyed and renewed, just because fate had dealt him an awful hand!"
Any and all who are currently enraged will have their focus pointed towards the Scourge. Others may have a slight twinge in agression towards the enemy, which may or may not be heeded, depending.
The seer is perplexed.
"There is only one real path for this man...The only change is his descisions of defending himself...Or at least, that is what I can see through this clouded vision."
She turns to the other temporic, smiling.
"...I believe the familiarity is mutual."
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Post by SJmun on May 19, 2016 23:46:10 GMT -8
Charlotte is pleasantly surprised. "Oh, hey there Lambchop. Wasn't quite sure it was you for a moment. You must excuse my absentmindedness." She feints a swoon. She resumes her sassy demeanor (as if she ever stopped with it in the first place) "I see you're still as pensive as ever." she says with a wink.
Meanwhile, Niki and Jake, with some assistance from Gamebirb, seem to have at least deflected most of the wind sent against them. "okay, I thought this was gonna be cool but this isn't working. Yeah, it seems like it. Let me get back to where I belong real quick." Jake uses Niki's hand to pull the knife out of her fake leg and carefully places it back into his own hand. Jake is now back in his own body again. He opens his eyes and puts his knife away for safe keeping. "that was kinda weird. Let's not do that next time?""yeah, you're way too out of shape anyways."Niki shoots a glare at him before getting Sponge's message on her glassestop. "oh crud, you were right! we do need to pull off some bros moves!""can you even jump though?""Jake, there's a lot more kinds of bros moves than just jumping. My specialty is illusions and high imagination. Besides your weird thing, what do you do?""Tricks with the scooter. My stunts are so tight you don't even know."Niki thinks for a second, and then speaks. "Hey, I can make a ramp for you to hit one of those hands.""...show me your ramps"Niki conjures a ramp about the size of an overturned refrigerator. Jake uncaptchas a deluxe orange scooter, much grander than the one Niki remembers that he had before. "So, which hand am I targeting here?""I... have no idea." Niki blinks a couple times. "come on, you call yourself a light player? why aren't you more like the other light players and not so stupid?""Look, I'm trying, okay?!" Niki gestures with her hands before taking a good look at the selection of targets. Jake is a heart player... his scooter attack would be an arial attack of some sort... She's still kind of mad at the way the scourge redirected their corn attack... "I'd say go for... that one." She points at the arm that had done the probably spacey thing. Jake nods and gets on his scooter. "I'm on it."Gamebirb makes a helmet and gives it to Jake to wear. He decides not to wear it. With a well-pushed start, Jake launches off of the large ramp with his scooter, towards the arm that had done the teleporting stuff earlier. Upon reaching his target, he yells out his next trick. "HELICOPTER TAILWHIP!"  He tailwhips his scooter around to smack the arm multiple times as he flies by. {obscure diceroll method in use, click for explanation}
Whenever this image is placed under an image with the current action, it need to be rated from 1-6 to determine the diceroll number. Do note that this requires that each time a particular drawn image can only be used once, even if the same action is taken later, it must be drawn again. This is being used to replace action commands and is considered an alternative to rolling dice for those that can draw.
Meanwhile, Mimi and Dylan listen to the request of the three seth ghosts before them. "Dylan, can we trust these guys?"Dylan takes a moment to think. By now he knows how seth and his alternates work pretty well. "If they're on our side, they're a force to be reckoned with. We need all the help we can get, so I think we should give them a shot.""if you say so..." Mimi seems a little weirded out. |
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Post by raz on May 20, 2016 4:01:40 GMT -8
The heir spins on its front foot to dodge in incoming fist, eye narrowing when it sees her take off. At its feet a gold plank with no less than three moving pieces, rotating, orbiting or otherwise, appears, a strange object that it proceeds to plant one foot on, other taking a step forward.
"You're not running away, are you...?"
The heir kicks off, clearing the ground with a tremendous outburst.
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"Rhetorical question."
Moving like lightening its initial burst of speed manages to be enough to blow the corpse off it, the heir moving like lightning in a clash of steel that the onlooking could only perceive as sparks and blurs. Micha's attempted attacks on the hands clash with heavy spark scatters as the heir soars in interception, crossing blades with her again and again. As this deadly dance plays out in midair the hands floating freely move to their own ends: one floating high above moves in arcane ways, a gear appearing behind it before it waves decisively.
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A red aura appears around all the hands before fading just as quickly, to no effect. The other hand, the spatial one, finds itself under attack nearby and does its best to dodge out of the way of the strike...
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(judging action command strike a 5)
...but only manages to avoid two of the four strikes, the other half landing cleanly. In its motion it makes a full rotation to backhand Jake in retaliation, aiming to slam him into a part of the ceiling that's still intact. Down below the hand that tilted two cannons swings around the other side to misaligned the other two, blasts ceasing and giving the hand blocking them an opening to move from the ground and rush toward the army, glowing brightly. Now that the solar blasts have ended its own luminosity can be seen. The hand under attack by the army spins in place, blue energy trailing its wake before...
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It becomes the epicenter of a massive twister of cutting wind, a swirl powerful enough to deflect incoming projectile attacks, knock away the lucky, and catch those closest, and unlucky enough, in a hurricane of razor wind. The incoming hand makes a fly-by bombing run, scattering lasers of bright energy tinged yellow throughout the amassed army as it passes them by to... lock its fingers in a fist and ram the barrier!
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The bombing run, scattered as it is, proves focused enough to hit most of where the army would be. The impact proves powerful enough to shake the room but the barrier manages to hold its own even in its face, the group holding their ground with no shortage of effort.
"We made it, somehow..."
"Don't let it get to your head Ariel. What we can do... it's gotta be more than this, I'm sure! But..."
Cynthia glances behind herself, clenching her fist. Whipping back around she throws her arm out, baring her teeth.
"Alright... Alright, we're doing this! Heart, Hope, Life pool your resources! You damn well better have a Fray suited to turning the tides with a boost!"
"Roger!"
Players throughout the group, some dressed in God Tiers in accordance with her declaration and others in more casual clothes behind gathering their aspects, some with both hands, others with one as the other scrolls through some translucent menu rapidly. Falks herself pounds one fist into her hand as her own aspect gathers in it and her eyes, to what end she's not sure yet but surely, some. And those eyes widen when she sees the increasing brightness of the hand directly outside the barrier.
"Shit... shitshitsHIT BRACE YOURSELVES!!!!!"
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The hand becomes blinding, almost too much to look directly at. Like a miniature sun it shines, a blast of light surging forth from it and crash into the barrier forcefully enough to knock some of its upholders off their feet. The hand responsible for misaligning the solar cannons closes in behind it to float alongside it as it blasts the barrier, Falks herself only managing to stay on her feet by grinding one against some debris behind her.
"Sunnuva...-"
"Falks! We've taken serious damage, and the backlash from that hit left a lot of our people winded!"
"And in no shape to repair... Goddammit!!! It's not stopping anytime soon either, fourth squad, fix this! Or we're gonna lose it!"
Orders are shout and damage is assessed as the hand continues its assault. And farther off in the battlefield Micha and the Scourge come to a hover in midair, the Scourge atop that floating golden plank... No, that skateboard. Above, the void continues to give way to something approximating life, vibrant colors spreading outward, memories shuffling throughout in scattered reminiscence for a few seconds at a time before moving on to the next.
"Come on... Your opponent is me. Or did your optimism not extend to your chances against me?"1-6·1-3·1-6·1-6·1-9·1-9·1-1000
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Post by flightlessicarus on May 20, 2016 7:03:58 GMT -8
Feeling Raine's shift in focus from their attack to her own duty, Thoren is momentarily surprised, but in a good way.
Being so close to her as she orders the masses of enraged allies... it reminds him of another reason why he fell in love with her.
Meanwhile, the seth army, currently attempting to tear Raphael apart, hears the call of their new master, and know now only their new target. They stop attacking Raphael, and begin making their way towards the heir...
but before they can get even a step away, a burst of red light knocks them away from the center.
"How can you hope to kill me..."
The smoke clears, and a skeletal figure with a blazing aura stands, wearing the ragged garb of Raphael. A red light can be seen shining from the dark eye sockets.
"...WHEN I'M ALREADY DEAD?!" The barely clothed skeleton roars!
"YOU MAY MAKE ME FALL, BUT MY SPIRIT BURNS ETERNAL! THE LIKES OF ANY OF YOU WEAK FUCKS IS NOT NEARLY ENOUGH TO DEFEAT ME!"
His former assailants are stricken with fear, but Raine's orders compel them to take action. They scramble to run away from Raphael the undying, and focus their attention on the target their lord has identified.
Raphael steps his way to the front of the pack, brandishing a bloody scythe made of bones. He takes a moment to acess the enemy.
Meanwhile, the three seths with the voiders continue to converse.
"I'm glad we've made an agreement. Show us your weapons and we will imbue them with our power."
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Post by powerkitten on May 20, 2016 7:26:56 GMT -8
Leveraging *Soul's processing power, Sponge sets up an information overlay for people who have active HUDs. The arms are tagged based on information and assumptions, and are as follows:
The arm being attacked by SH is tagged as "Breath/Mind."
The arm being attack by Jake Garren and Niki Card is tagged as "Space/Void."
The arm floating high above is tagged as "Time/Mind."
The one that stole Nora's aspect power is tagged as "Heart/Blood."
The one that just slammed into the barrier is tagged as "Light/Hope."
In addition, *Soul sets up a running estimate of the barrier's damage tagged to it, currently estimated at 450/1000. Other information seems to be available via settings if one is willing to take the time to customize it.
SH's Carapacian army is fully converted back into Prospitians by the shockwave and get the bright idea of using one of Prospit's most well guarded weapons... the dreaded BARBASOL BOMB. They launch somewhere in the hundreds of them, which exploded in the hurricane. The consistent liquid will Hopefully be able to smother the wind, or at least slow it down.
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Post by adorablesleep on May 20, 2016 7:37:33 GMT -8
Missing her attack completely, she looks around for the hand that stole her powers and remembers that she had the gun from Micha from earlier. She fires at the arm with it. Her accuracy was hindered by her low energy though. She was incredibly tired.
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Post by metreu on May 20, 2016 11:00:39 GMT -8
Micha smiles again to the scourge. She was a little beaten up by the fray. "Of course I didn't forget! I just needed you right where I wanted you to be."
She flicks a card depicting a tower that was hiding under her palm that shines bright and exlpodes into shards. A massive castle turrent shoots up from the ground below at break neck speeds and smashes into the scourge, sending him upwards. NEmsQISR1-200She pulls another card depicting a hanged man and tosses it, a rope slips down like a viper and wraps itself around the scourge's leg, suspending him in the air after the surprise hit. 1-20Micha pulls a third card depicting a sun and it turns into a miniture sun that rises into the sky. With a quick rounds of fire from her drawn gun, Micha reactivates the piledriver machines, this time all focused upwards on the Scourge once more. 1-1001-1001-1001-100"My name is Micha, don't forget it. And I'm never going down to the likes of you. Every fiber of my being is telling me to go get 'im. So let's fight just me and you. Just us, one on two."
Micha raises her hand into the heir, Eclipse descending down onto Micha. "Let's Go Eclipse! SUNLIGHT!"
A bright light envelopes Micha and Eclipse, a wave of raw sunlight energy bursting outwards that blasts the Scourge. 1-100 Micha leaps through the air as the Trigger of Sol, delivering a flurry of fiery kicks straight to the Scourge's head. 1-1001-1001-1001-1001-1001-1001-1001-1001-1001-200·1-20·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100 |
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