SJmun
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Post by SJmun on May 20, 2016 16:56:06 GMT -8
"...okay then?" Mimi pulls out her grappling hook and holds it out.
Dylan pulls out the home-run bat.
After his mostly successful attack, Jake is smacked away by the hand. Niki sends Gamebirb in to catch him. It conjures a comically large butterfly net sprite to swipe him and his scooter out of the sky and sets him down on its back.
"Whoa!" Jake is a bit dazed from the action but seems to be enjoying himself for the most part.
Meanwhile, Ikin is hiding in the elevator shaft. He decides to go back up and take another exit instead.
Going down that way is just asking to get stuck.
Still invisible, he makes his way towards the horizon, towards the edge of the bubble dome thing.
A seagull seems to have made her way over here...
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Post by metreu on May 20, 2016 18:11:48 GMT -8
Players begin to spill into the battlefield, the rest of the 400 players have arrived and joined the fray!
They start following the orders of the leading parties and do their best to destroy the opposing aspect hands as large split up groups.
Using fray motifs and special attacks to push back what remains on the Scourge's defenses.
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Post by frozenlake on May 20, 2016 18:15:30 GMT -8
The whistling sound grows in intensity, as small objects begin to float off of the floor.
"what the fuck is going on?"
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Post by SJmun on May 20, 2016 20:44:07 GMT -8
"Niki, I think we're being abducted by aliens! can you tell your weird bird thing to get me out those doors?" Jake says to gamebirb, relatively certain that Niki can hear him through gamebirb.
Gamebirb conjures a walky-talky so Niki can actually speak to him.
"That's outside of our range. Gamebirb can only be used within my line of sight after a certain distance."
"drop me off over there then."
"okay then. You're walking back wherever you're going next though."
Gamebirb sets Jake down near Dylan, Mimi, and the 3 dead seths. He walks over towards them.
"hey nerds and emo ghosts, what up?"
"um... what?" Mimi blinks a few times, vaguely confused.
Dylan squints as he looks at Jake.
Jake laughs a little at Dylan's baseball bat.
"...what's so funny?"
Jake pulls his knife out of his pocket in a somewhat non-threatening manner. "hehe...I got a knife.... AND YOU GOT A BASEBALL BAT! HAHA!"
Mimi and Dylan both look at eachother and then back at Jake.
"how many years has that boy spent out here?"
"probably only one. He's a poser."
"I am NOT a poser!"
Dylan covers his eyes with his baseball cap, grinning. "...Child, I've been out here for so many countless eons that you are nothing to me. I have seen the rise and fall of entire civilizations in my wake. You are but a speck of dust upon the blank slate that is the void right now. Your cosmic insignificance is so infinitesimal that you barely even register on my radar."
Jake just rolls his eyes, clearly not impressed. "yeah well you have a smaller dick."
Mimi busts up laughing.
Dylan facepalms, clearly overestimating this new kid's grasp upon eloquent vocabulary.
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Post by flightlessicarus on May 20, 2016 21:45:56 GMT -8
Rudolph, Mac, and Jasper turn around to face... Jake. The horned seths in the group seem to remember him.
"FUCK OFF, NIKI'S BROTHER! YOU KNOW I WAS SENTENCED TO DEATH THE NIGHT YOU CALLED ME AN EMO?"
"wait, you know this kid?" Jasper looks over at Rudolph.
"Both of us remember him. Somehow this little shit slipped under the radar and didn't die for the entire length of the session." Mac explains.
"well he had to have died at some point to have ascended. That's how that shit works."
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Post by SJmun on May 20, 2016 22:41:48 GMT -8
"I've never seen any of you three before. And captain obvious is right, I did die once. I got better, unlike the three of you."
"hey, that's no way to treat a dead person!" Dylan retorts. That crash-course in seth's inner mindspace seems to have done a lot for his perspective.
"I'm a fucking knight of heart, my job description says I can do a lot worse to them than what they can do to me." Jake holds up his knife as it glows orange.
"Hey. Dylan recolor kid, if you forgot already, we have an actual enemy to focus on?" Mimi points across the room at the scourge and his many arms.
"Me, a recolor? If anything, he's the recolor! they didn't even color in his skin color! He's almost whiter than those emo ghosts!"
"Hey!"
"GUYS! F O C U S!!!!"
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Post by flightlessicarus on May 20, 2016 22:56:27 GMT -8
So he's not the same... but still act's the same and everything. Must be from another timeline... somehow. Mac ponders the origins of this Jake, if not from the same timeline or whatever, where or when is he from? Especially if it was a session where he never even heard of or seen a single seth?
Meanwhile, Jasper takes a good look at Jake's knife.
"you know, if that knife wasn't fucking tang orange, it might actually be badass enough. Yeah, I think I've chosen my partner."
"You can keep him. I think I'll go with baseball boy."
Mac looks over at Mimi and her grappling hook. "...and I get her? She has no fucking sense of aesthetic for fuck's sake! I guess I'll see what magic I can do."
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Post by SJmun on May 20, 2016 23:35:27 GMT -8
Jake looks over at Jasper. "I'll let you know this knife is orange for a reason. I could change it if I wanted, but I don't wanna. What do you mean by partner?""These three are going to imbue our weapons with whatever they think will help us knock one out of the park.""Well my knife already has all it needs with me.""look, the script says right here 'the seths try to possess the weapons they gain access to and stuff happens', I don't see how it gets clearer than that.""...what script?" Dylan glares at Mimi. {nothing to see here...}Mimi puts the script of SBARG 1.5 Lost Pawns Scourge battle that totally wasn't in her hands behind her back. A page with a tri-fold full-color print of dys in a bikini hangs out from the thick book before being shoved back into the void. "...you saw nothing!" she whispers loudly, cupping her mouth with both hands. "well he can't do that because I'm already occupying my knife." Jake explains. "can't you just, like, use a different knife or move out of that one?""I can't move out of it, it's permanent. Stupid quest event did it. I have a kitchen knife, though it sucks. Go ahead and wreck it." Jake puts away the Orange Knife and then holds out a regular dull large kitchen knife in front of Jasper. |
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Post by flightlessicarus on May 20, 2016 23:49:57 GMT -8
With everything in order, the seths all convert to pure spirit mode and enter the respective weapons belonging to Dylan, Mimi, and Jake.
Mimi's grappling hook now resembles a pastel gradiented palm tree.
Dylan's home-run bat is lined with a spiral of little red christmas lights and has been tinted blue.
Jake's kitchen knife is now with a gleaming red blade of stone, sharpened quite well.
They are now able to communicate directly with whomever holds them.
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Post by SJmun on May 21, 2016 7:09:39 GMT -8
Dylan takes a moment to get a feel for how the Rudolph bat works. seems to be more concerned with defense than offense.
Jake takes a good look at the Jasper knife. He can a great urge to stab somebody. Jake leverages this by dual welding with his own orange knife.
Mimi is really confused at the Mac plus hook. For some reason she kind of wants to play piano more than fight. She tries to remind herself that the past time she tried to play the piano, it exploded from how terribly she played it.
"Rudolph just told me we need to focus on one of the arms." Dylan holds the bat.
"Yeah, I just got done pulling off a sweet move on one of them. We should go for a different one this time."
"I've given up... on trying... TO SELL YOU THINGS THAT YOU AIN'T BUYING!"
Mimi attempts to belt out the words to a song, though her singing ability leaves much to be desired.
Dylan looks at her like wat, before resuming strategy stuff.
"...um, how about we hit that timey looking one over there? These guys were time players and should be able to do something against time stuff."
"Let's do it." Jake holds up the knives, a mischievous smirk trying to take hold.
He pulls out his scooter and hops on, holding one knife in each hand with the handlebars. He kicks ahead of the voiders.
They both turn invisible and fly behind him.
Upon reaching their target, Jake leaps off his scooter, brandishes the two knives, and with the wills of both aligned towards the same outcome, he stabs into the hand with both at the same time. He then slashes them across and removes them from the arm violently.
Mimi unvoids at the last moment and grabs the arm with the mac plus hook. The arm is slowed by the power of vaporwave as it is locked in place.
Dylan takes this chance to charge up his Rudolph bat, still retaining the home run ability from before.
In just a few seconds time, Dylan winds up his pitch and the tell-tale Pwaaang! is heard as the bat collides with the stabbed and slowed arm.
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Post by frozenlake on May 21, 2016 11:31:50 GMT -8
FLord tries to think about something, anything that could help to end this fight.
Flashes of memory zoom by, something about a card that ended a fight by fastforwarding it? He doesn't have the dream energy necessary to dream up a copy though, so he passes by it, although keeps it in mind incase he somehow gets that energy back. Chances are that even if he did get the energy, that he wouldn't be able to create it anyway, since his memories on the subject are incredibly gapy.
He looks at the hands, trying to determine a target. He doesn't have any weapons left dreamed up, so all he has is his fists and aspect powers.
He isn't sure that is gonna be enough, though.
Meanwhile, the glowing around the castle fades, as an entity notices exactly how it would have gone wrong with future projection.
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Post by flightlessicarus on May 22, 2016 6:44:27 GMT -8
Raphael the undying stomps his way back up to the action, the rest of the Seth army not too far away behind. Taking the cue to focus on the arms like the others, he decides to focus on the breath arm with the rest of the prospitian army. He jumps up and with his bloody bonescythe, does some sort of spindash stabslash move against the breath arm.
Upon landing, he points up at it and yells "FIRE!"
The shotgun seths all shoot at the target at once! A boomerang is also thrown into the mix.
Raphael tilts back and lets out a mighty "WRYYYYYYYYYYYY!" against the backdrop of the barbrasol explosions.
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Post by raz on May 22, 2016 17:15:19 GMT -8
UObZnodO1-500
The air around the heir whips with disturbance as the turret rises, and it is solidly a few feet back in the air when it rushes to hit the space it inhabited just a second ago. A lash around its ankle lifts it from its board in suspension but its expression stays static in its severe dullness, even as the piledriver cannons zone in to converge on it. Above, a blade and a spear of some obviously legendary make appear and surge forward and down. The blade, forward, to slice through the rope keeping it suspended. And the lance downward, close enough to the Heir to provide a close pass it takes advantage of to align its body and plant its feet along the handle of the thing, riding it as it rushes downward in a narrow dodge out of the convergence point of the blasts. When the spear embeds in the ground it stays like that, one hand keeping it supported and feet planted firmly on the spear to defy gravity, as it looks up to watch and listen her performance.
"Doesn't matter how many stand in my way, you alone, them together, every one... I'm gonna fight 'em off. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back."
The two hands above mobilize, a red gear appearing behind one as it makes as if to cast some sort of spell or ward. Red auras appear around the breath hand, itself and the space hand beside it, clock hands whirling in the gear.
1-3
Gears and rapidly spinning clock hands appear behind each of the three, two auras flashing as the three tighten before moving at double, no, triple speed! The breath hand wastes no time in zooming out of the twister under assault by barbasol, narrowly avoiding Raphael's spin attack and whipping its hand lightning-fast to call up a wall of wind that blows the army's attacks, bullets and boomerang alike, right back at them! Strafing them at speeds almost too blinding to keep up with it whips another twister, this one horizontal and breaking through their ranks almost like a drill. Unforgiving it strafes them at blistering speeds, loosing a sequence of similar drills of wind to rip through and destabilize the army while keeping them boxed in the perimeter it forms around them.
"They're gonna rip it off... Taking their time right behind my back."
The light above shines down on the hand blasting the barrier, light around it intensifying as its blast follows suit.
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The group behind the barrier shouts affirmation as orders are shouted in turn, their efforts successful in keeping the damage minimal. But all the same it doesn't look to be letting up any time soon, and now the hand along side it wisps pink and red energy that arcs into lightning, springing from it and into that light hand in a steady storm of blood tendrils and pink lightning centered on it. The heir stabs its blade half into the ground as it leaps from the spear to meet Micha in midair with a series of punches with its now free hand, displacing the onslaught with surgical precision as it meets every kick with a fist. The last strike, hard enough to knock it back into the spear.
"All the words are gonna bleed from me... And I will think no more."
The time hand zooms out of the way of Jake's strike, backhanding him hard enough to send him crashing into a pillar with the same fast and fluid motion. Mimi's claw surprise attack manages to catch it off guard though, the dodge just a half second too late and the vaporwave slowing it back down to half speed. Dylan's follow-up strike doesn't have as much success though, the hand zooming downward and attempting to use the leverage of Mimi's claw to swing her into Dylan and break free at the same time. Above, the space hand snaps, gravity intensifying around Mimi and Dylan and attempting to ground them regardless of or in aid of the success of their collision. Not even escaping into voidspace would avoid the intensified gravity, it seems. Above, the space hand gathers some sort of energy in its grasp, to what end unclear but nothing good obviously.
And the heir, the heir hits the spear feet-first, tensing the handle as it forces it bent back. Swinging its arm it sends the staff toward Micha, the swing intense enough to split it as each half zooms toward her. Or, past her, the two flanking her in an attempt to block off or punish dodges to the side as the spear snaps back up, slingshoting the heir toward Micha at blistering speed. From behind and above something rushes in to collide with the back of her head, as the heir puts its strength into a high-speed punch to her gut. The object from above, its skatebaord from before.
"Noble... Fighting for others' sake. Giving it your all. But you. You aren't alive, are you. Your smell... you're an existence I would have devoured, and now I know why. Even now you cling to life, or oaths of protection despite being a fake. A walking corpse in more than one way.
Noble. But nobility has its limits. We'll meet the same end in oblivion: you're just going first."
1-500·1-3·1-400
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Post by frozenlake on May 25, 2016 13:08:01 GMT -8
FLord slips through the barrier, and marches toward the space hand from behind, red glowing around his legs. The intense gravity barely slows him, as his enhanced leg strength holds him upwards. An he leaps, managing to form an incredibly simple pole from what little of his slowly regenerating dream energy he has, slamming the pole into the energy, before shoving his own aspect into the maelstrom of energy.
Meanwhile, the Smith focuses the heat of his sun into a thin lance of energy, aimed at the time hand.
And off in the corner of the room, a robed figure dressed in black surveys the fight.
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Post by metreu on May 25, 2016 15:25:05 GMT -8
Micha takes the attack at full force, being hit on all sides and hardly budging an inch. She's paused for a moment as cuts and blood rip across her body, as if it couldn't handle the force and was trying hard to keep together.
"I am more than just a soul... I am a constantly evolving entity known as Human."
Micha raises her head back up, her wounds slowly healing as she takes some deep breaths. She keeps her head steady and keeps her eyes on the scourge. Material from around her being turned into light that she absorbs that is healing her body.
"Maybe you see something I don't. Maybe you've found a reason this world needs to end... you would give anything to see it go away."
She holds herself high as the flames continue to burn across her body. A flicker of her soul showing.
A brilliantly lit beacon of fire and light, shining out to the darkness. Red threads extending out in every direction, wrapped around her arms, legs, neck, torso... everywhere. Behind her, a woman in white with black wings outstretched far, holding onto the threads.
"But I see the future... a premonition of what is yet to come. These people are happy... in a safe world. A world that may not be the one they came from, but one they will go to. You may call me naive for believing everyone deserves happiness. But the world you create is one I saw too! Things may seem great at first, but you won't be able to comprehend what others will find normal. The entire system won't make any sense to you and you'll have to start it all over again! Every time you start over you'll lose more of yourself. You will be nothing before you can find the one, because I honestly believe that this world can be saved! Even saved from you!"
The threads tighten around Micha's body as she glows a brilliant white. The flames thinning but becoming more intense.
"You may think you are saving a world... but you're destroying mine!"
Micha's body pulls away from the Lady in White, becoming it's own body and soul. The flames and designs expelling off of her. Instead she wears a simple heir outfit, the sun on her chest changes, turning parts of the Sun Flare sections into White Wings of the Hope symbol.
"For all the ones who've fallen, and all the ones who are still here..."
She raises her hand to the ever changing sky.
"Just like the intertwining threads of fate and relationships... of love and companionship..."
The threads of her soul wrap around her right arm as she speaks.
"My power and my drive to move forward comes from all of those things... for the hopes and dreams from the rest of this world that fall on your deaf ears."
The threads pull together into a spinning whirlwind on her arm, coming to a point that glows with an intensity of her clearly established faith. Her head hanging low...
A wild flash of memories rack across the walls of the blue room...
Micha is watching the final battle with Chronos play out.
Hundreds of players are casting buffs and attacks on a tornado filled battlefield that is destroying castles and parts of the battlefield.
Mike is has made his way to Chronos and is keeping his space time powers at bay while a conglomerate of players surge up with a crazy powerful and expanding drill. The fruits of the labor of hundreds of players taking form...
"He accomplished something incredible... he was the trigger to a bullet that ended the reign of an enemy that plagued them for their entire session... but I am not my Brother."
She lifts her head, her eyes burning with passion.
Micha beats her chest with her other arm.
"His will lives on in my Heart, and in my Soul."
She points to herself with her thumb.
"I am Micha, the Trigger of Sol. And its going to be OUR drill that recreates the heavens!"
Micha, yelling in unison with the memories on the wall.
"GIGA... DRIIIILLLL...... BRRRREEEAAAAKKKKEEERRRR!!!!"
She reels back her arm with the enlarging and spinning drill, then plunges forward at the Scourge with an explosive speed and force!
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