Fandom Legacy

[megar]

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"Oi... you want to repeat that?"

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Josuke was originally going to just focus on the fire... he can't just let it go out, but... this demands his attention. Josuke pivots on his heel and slowly approaches the man in the chair. Some things... some things are completely unforgivable. He's not even waiting for a response; he's practically lost in his own world.

It lasts for all of two seconds before Crazy Diamond's fist soars directly for Greed's exposed stomach.

"You're leaving yourself open, dipshit!"

 

[bluefrostie2]

Spoiler: RP Info

Interactions: Nokirathephantom (Mewtwo)

Mentions: Twice Knightly (GM & Gleeful Twins), brandy-schmandy (Raz)

Before he could even properly react, it had all fallen to chaos.

Everything had happened so quickly, it seemed. From the announcement of a capture and deadly trap to the twisting of minds and blazes that rise and fall constantly without rhythm or even a semblance of stability. It all felt so bizarrely different from what he had experienced earlier today. A part of him is not surprised, disaster was bound to follow them considering their route, another part still wishes the good moments could have lasted a little longer before they had to be fixed. Yes, fixed. This madness can't go for much longer and it won't go for much longer.

This determination isn't unusual to Silver, setting the record straight is part of who he is by now. Although, that desire doesn't seem to sprout just from that. The flames had a part in this. Something about them, their harsh and wild spread, the scorching heat, the manic panic all around. It's... strangely familiar. He just can't put a finger on why, it feels like a distant memory, a moment where he had to help put out the flames to bring a better tomorrow. It couldn't possibly be something related to Blaze, her flames could never give off that feeling. Still, even if he can't figure out why, he won't reject this feel if it brings about a certain firmness to get things back to how they were.

Now trying to enter the action, Silver holds his hands out towards some of the fire Raz didn't manage to reach yet, some of it being the ones newly ignited. With the turquoise glow covering his gloves once more, he shouts out. "Hang on, I've got these o- ACK!"

Before he could properly finish his sentence, Silver was sent flinging out of the tent due to Mewtwo's surprise strike, his body flying up while spinning backwards. After regaining composure, he breaks flight by covering his whole body in the psychic aura, stabilizing the fling into a mid-air hover. Still, things were not done yet. As the sphere of aura hurls towards his direction, Silver crosses an arm over to his side before directing it sideways, causing the orb to be deflected towards the nearby cliffs.

"Stop it! We don't have to fight, you have to break away from the control. Come on!"​

 

[Thexcentrichilean]

VS​

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How the hell does this man still have so much fight in him?! Hershel’s counter had matched his opponent’s momentum, not broken it as he had expected.

As the man’s face contorted in surprise for an instant, Rex didn’t remain idle, and a ferocious headbutt was headed the cleric’s way. Hershel could only grit his teeth yet again as the man braced himself, and could only meet the attack with his chin.

Yet, he was not one to take punishment one-sidedly, and in turn aimed a powerful knee at Rex’s solar plexus

Rex’s breath is crushed from his lungs by the force of the blow, but still he remains standing – and gritting his teeth in pain despite the vacancy in his eyes, he forces the fingers in his damaged hand to clench and strikes again for Hershel’s jaw.

Hershel could barely find his footing for a moment, the headbutt strike to his jaw snapping his consciousness away for an instant.

And such a lapse would prove fatal should the cleric not make a move. And move he did.
Despite his balance being thrown off, the man forced his feet to dig into the ground, regaining some stability and facing the strike head-on in the most literal of fashions. Hershel aimed a headbutt with the hardest part of his cranium at the broken fist.

The creaking bones in Rex’s fingers splinter further on impact, and though the damage to Hershel is evident, even Rex cannot help but withdraw for a moment. Even in his stupor the pain runs deep, and his attempts to move his fingers appear for naught.

Thusly, Rex plants his foot in the ground and carries himself forward, hurling a strike with his good arm and putting all his weight behind it, bound for Hershel’s diaphragm.

The risky maneuver had once again jostled the cleric’s consciousness, but the pain on his body kept him awake and going. As such, he also recovers from his stupor, as dizzy as he is starting to feel, and winds up his own good arm and the rest of his body, and matches Rex’s hook with a powerful one of his own, one clad in sturdy black armor.

Rex’s body is heavy, sluggish, like it’s made of waterlogged driftwood – but still, he stays standing. Even as Hershel’s fist drills into his chest, even as the trickle of blood from his mouth quickens. He staggers back only for a second, breaths hoarse and ragged like a worn out engine.

He winds up and readies another strike. Slower, more sluggish, but with all the strength his body can muster behind it.

“Gah-” The man’s air is pushed out of his lungs for a moment as Rex’s punch connects with his sternum, yet with victory in sight, and his own magic has the cleric’s back, he refuses to stand down. Gritting his teeth for hopefully the final time, the man staggers, yet with one big breath of air, his blood pumping, adrenaline coursing through his whole body, his feet plant firmlyon the dirt, every fiber and muscle in his being screaming for rest.

Yet, he disregards it, as he has done many times before. His hazel eyes lock onto Rex
“Let's finish this, you tough bastard” The man spits out snark, rallying his own spirit for this final push, waiting for the swordman's move

Rex’s hand shoots outward – and straight past Hershel’s face, mere inches from his cheekbone. The cause becomes clear quickly enough, however, as Rex’s hand seizes Hershel at the base of the skull. Rex rears back at the same time, unsteady on his feet, and with no other recourse and everything on the line, slams his head into Hershel’s with all the force his body has left.

Just how many times is this bastard going for the head?! Hershel’s expectation subverted, the man can only desperately match Rex’s maneuver with a mirror attack yet again… this time, his head bleeds, his vision blurs and his body becomes heavy as stone… he is almost unconscious, and his life would be truly forfeit.

But he refuses to let it end here

For the final time, the man grits his teeth. Mustering the dregs of his superhuman strength on his left leg, and as he slightly staggers back, his knee aims at Rex’s solar plexus yet again, and using the momentum of pulling it back to the ground, he throws a right hook with his whole body, roughly aiming at the swordsman’s head

Rex doubles over from the impact, spittle flying from his mouth as the wind flies from him once again. Hershel’s blow overshoots ever so slightly, glancing off Rex’s temple rather than striking full force – but Rex still feels it, visibly so as he wills his arms to lift and his legs to carry him.

His breaths are shallow and deliberate as he staggers forward, the red splotches in his one good eye blooming as if flowers. His good hand clenches into a trembling fist.

One more step, and his leg crumples beneath him. He falls to a knee and gasps in exertion, his good hand doing all it can to support his weight. He makes to stand…

And collapses to the floor, for good this time. Eyes still vacant, arm still heaving against gravity, legs still straining to stand, to no avail.

Hershel panicked for a moment, as his final strike missed its mark, yet as he got ready for their next exchange… Rex’s body finally reached its limits, and the cleric simply let them collapse, as he stared with some wariness… yet, he still approached. Slowly, warily, but still did so.

“...” He looked at his opponent, the mind controlled mind man who had given him so much grief and pain and… smiled, smile gently, like a friend who finally put their drunk, passed out pal to bed
“You can get some rest, finally. Nobody was harmed except me, so. Stay down, and hopefully, you are back with us soon.”

After patting Rex’s back, the man finally got to leave, and only now does his partially carbonized arm start to move, if only slightly, and causing him rushes of intense pain… Yet, no time to properly fix it, there is a job to be done.

Toayi, you will not be allowed to rampage any further

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Collaboration with: allegedlydave

 

[Thexcentrichilean]

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As things seemed most dire. As the young man known as Leonardo watch struggled with his whole being to bring his friend back, a heavy yet gentle hand would be placed on his back. Should the boy turn to look though, he would notice that the entirety of the was black as coal, with some red streaks of fresh and dry blood seeping between lines. It had been carbonized on the outside, yet, it still reached forward.

"Leo, was it?" The man spoke with composure, as a green glow came alive on the older man's hand, and fluidly started moving into Leo's body. The energy would first start soothing the pain and burden experienced by his body, almost like a gentle anesthesia, and the injuries from on the boy's physical body caused by the god eyes would start healing.

"I see my son has caused you trouble" Right as he commented that, the other hand swiftly yet skillfully pulled out the fire lance out of Leo's body, and surprisingly not much pain was felt from it. Even that terrifying gash had started to close

"So, shall we bring him back? Tell me your plan. I have one myself, but its a last resort of sorts" Composed, too composed for the situation, as if he had lived through similar before. Hershel was giving the younger man a confident smile all the while

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interactions: (Leo) Twice Knightly
Around: (Toayi) Necessity4Fun , (Orbeck) Laix_Lake

 

[isupposeimphi]

Previously nigh-untraceable movements slowly started to become more visible - more easily telegraphable. She was quickly losing momentum, both figuratively and literally. It wasn't a wonder that between Hliðskjálf eating into her agility, her divided focus between the two targets, and her near abuse of her semblance that she wouldn't leave herself with an unintentional opening, however slim it may have been.

The near instant after Blake's attention turned from Reverentia, the hobgoblin had set upon her like a demon. A single blow from a gauntleted hand, crackling with electricity, slammed Blake's head into the dirt. Instinctually, her aura surged to protect her as a flash of purple lit lip up Blake's head. The force of the impact caused her aura to ripple across her body oncemore - only for the aura to flicker and burst into motes of purple light shortly after.

Blake Belladonna's aura had broken. Hliðskjálf's strength-leeching effect, the overuse of shadow, and the few, glancing blows against her Aura - it all culminated in Blake going down, and finally staying down as she released the second blade of Gambol Shroud.

Fortunately for the conscience of the two she'd attacked, she didn't seem visibly injured - at worst, she seemed concussed and sapped of her strength.​

 

[StaidFoal]

Corvo Attano
Twice Knightly FactionGuerrilla darkred​

Before the blade could connect, Corvo twisted his arm away for an incoming arrow. He swerved the sword as to deflect it, though the force of the arrow was much more than he anticipated. It sent him stumbling back a few steps, sparing Kassandra from the neck slash. Even if Corvo wanted to attack again, he knew he lost the element of surprise.

Pillars of blue flame erupted around them. Corvo backed away. He casually stepped away from each geyser, maintaining his dueling stance to perfection.

Through it all, Kassandra's pleas and the explosive battlefield, Corvo remained deathly silent.

He responded to her Paralyzing Arrows with a flick of a hand, sending them away with a powerful Wind Blast. Corvo followed up with another hand motion, summoning an army of man-eating rats swirling around him like ants. Another casting and he Slowed Time, attaching spring razors—shrapnel-filled proximity devices—onto a few of them. The rats dispersed, running to anyone nearby.

Behind a geyser of fire, Corvo vanished. Using the last of his current mana, he Possessed one of the many rats blanketed by chaos...

 

[Twice Knightly]

When Hershel places his hand on Leo's shoulder, the young man momentarily loosens out of surprise. It causes his hold over Toayi to wane for the briefest of moments, though he doesn't take those eyes off him. Heavy breaths escape him as he recenters his focus, pushing the intensity of his hold once more. Ragged breaths soon turn to disgruntled sighs mixed with relief as he feels the healing spell wash over him like a warm bath. Though he finds it hard to respond to Hershel with words, the little nod he manages after the spear is removed says enough.

"I-I..." he stammers. "I'm... trying to-- nngh..." Grit teeth make it hard for him to push out more words. It's the only way he can bear the still horrible pain of his eyes. Though Hershel soothed them somewhat, there is simply little he or anyone else can do when faced with such a powerful weapon. Not even Klaus, the leader of Libra, could manage such a feat. But Leo is grateful for the little relief Hershel managed to provide, and he uses it to push himself into talking.

"I'm trying to suppress... whatever is in your son, sir!"

Thexcentrichilean Necessity4Fun Laix_Lake ​

 

[Nokirathephantom]

"I am not a Pokémon. I am something that surpasses both human and Pokémon."
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His combatant seemed competent enough to be able to halt his own momentum and redirect the Aura Sphere he launched towards him, the ball of energy crashing into the side of the cliff nearby and creating a frighteningly-large crater. Projectiles seem to not be as effective against him, at least while not at close-range. What an interesting roadblock this has set up for Mewtwo.

Silver's pleas, at the very least, seemed to be physically registered by the Pokemon, causing him to slow his ascent and wait until they were at eye-level with each other. Of course, however, they had fallen on ears that chose to ignore any reasoning one could provide them. 'I suggest you stop talking and focus more on the fight!' Mewtwo darted towards Silver once more, a pink crescent of psychic energy forming in front of his hand like a laser, which he tried to cleave at Silver's chest with.​

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Spoiler: RP Tags

Interacting with: bluefrostie2 (Silver the Hedgehog)

 

[Miso_Tofu2.0]

OMNI-MAN
BoltBeam (Black Rock Shooter)

She was resilient, too resilient for a human to handle such damage. The fire in her eyes blew strong, almost as much as the one back at the tent. Suddenly, his eyes shift elsewhere, widening as he saw the blue light exude from the interior; the same light as hers.

The tent. Everyone was still inside.

Before he could act, Nolan's thoughts were once interrupted by the winding of smoke -- and the sudden glint of silver. Throughout centuries of combat, he recognized a blade when he saw one. Black Rock Shooter stood defiant, unwilling to bend against all odds. Had it been for a different purpose, Nolan would've assumed she could've been a candiate for a Viltrumite. Perhaps a feat he should be proud of, but felt more shame than anything else... which only meant one thing.

FSH!

Nolan wastes no words to monologue. He clenches as his instinct carried him forward, not letting her get the chance to prepare or swing before him. The ground starts to shake. Loud echoes boomed loudly, synchronizing with each slow, consecutive punch he threw at Rock. First, her stomach; Nolan made sure he was slightly jabbing her to avoid any punctures. Second, her arm; Nolan grabs a hold of the side that she held her sword, slamming it against the rough pavement hoping to disarm her weapon. Finally, the face; his hips start to rotate with his torso, fingers gripping tighter to his knuckles as he held low. Then, in one concentrated swing --

Nolan socks her with an uppercut.​

 

[BoltBeam]

Thanks to his speed, she had no chance to react in order to avoid the incoming attack or make an attempt to soften the blow as they all landed in sequence. Though they did not hit any vitals, as he had not intended to cripple her to the fullest extent, it was clear they were hitting their marks well and truly. As his fist crashed into her stomach when he jabbed her, she let out a sharp gasp from the painful feeling - and with hardly any delay between his movements, she felt her right arm getting seized and forced down to the ground - bringing the rest of her down along with it. Much like he had hoped, her grip loosened on her blade which now flung harmlessly through the air before it skipped along the dirt nearby - and though it was now far out of her grasp, the blade was still within both of their lines of sight.

Finally, his uppercut was a direct hit - she was flung through the air like a ragdoll thanks to the force he had put behind it. Within seconds, she plummeted back down to the ground, creating another dust cloud around her as she crashes - and try as she might to stand up, she seems to be getting exhausted. The flame over her eye begins to die out, but the blue shine does not give up. She keeps trying to reignite her fighting spirit, but she can't find the strength to be stable on her own two feet after the battering she has received - as despite her incredible endurance, she can only take so many hits, just like everybody else. She leans her weight on her weapon as she steadily breathes in and out, trying to keep her gaze fixated on the superhuman before her.

But try as she might to tough it out, she has not only met her match, but there's nothing really she can do in the face of someone that much stronger than her. She falls to her knees in defeat as she still leans herself against her weapon, unable to find the strength to get back up and fight.

She remains conscious, but it's going to take a while for her to recover so she can fight again - she stalled him for as long as she could, and in the end, she had reached her limit. She doesn't seem too upset about this, though - in fact, she seemed to have quite enjoyed the challenge that now stood above her and before her - and quite impressed at his abilities.

She manages a nod of acceptance and understanding towards her opponent, who had emerged from this battle as the winner, as she remained slumped over against her weapon - which though she keeps it by her side, she does not intend to fight a battle she is convinced she cannot win.

Perhaps her confidence had gotten in the way, but you can't win 'em all!

Spoiler: CHARACTER INFO

Hex Code: #487ea8
Font: Tahoma
Status (physically): Fine (injured, exhausted)
Status (mentally/emotionally): Fine (currently mind controlled)
Items: ★Rock Cannon (inactive), Black Blade (active - DISARMED), Watch (activated earlier, on right wrist)
Skills/Abilities: Superhuman strength, speed, and durability
Course of action: DEFEAT

Spoiler: RP INFO/INTERACTIONS

Location: Gravity Falls (Tent Of Telepathy)
Interactions: Omni-Man Miso_Tofu2.0
Mentions: N/A
Nearby/In Group: Pretty much everyone

 

[Thexcentrichilean]

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The man had quickly noticed just how hard Leo was struggling. Still, he kept applying his power while they spoke, trying to ease the burden somewhat.
"I see..." Once again, the man scoured the battlefield. Orbeck was playing the distraction while the boy the cleric is healing tries to apply some kind of pressure

Finally, his friendly smile turns into a more serious frown, as his healthy hand digs into his bag, pulling out a pendant... an intricate piece of jewelry with the deepest blue gem he had gotten out so far, but also a small one bearing a distinctive purple, both centers of extremely complex magical engravings, far beyond anything he had produced earlier. Even the 'string' holding the ornament seemed to be weirdly... inert, even in the face of the heat around them.

"Toayi, that's the name. And it will not stop until it burns us, or it burns Sage's body, or even soul." after painfully and decisively clenching the pendianton his burnt left hand, the man fished one final item out of his seemingly bottomless pouch, a simple ornate ring, and after activating it with his own magic, forced it onto one of leo's palms, and clenched the fist for him.
"Here. This will be worse than what I was doing, but I should help." With a nod, the man exhaled a long sigh, facing the direction of the fire entity.

"I'll thank you properly later. For now... the pendat i took out. If I can put it on Sage and activate it, then things will be fine. He'll go to sleep, and the fires be swalloed" As he spoke of his dangerous plan, the man took off his burnt coat and white shirt, and wrapped them up on his right hand. Leo could now clearly see just how badly injured the man was by his earlier fight.

His stance grows lower, his hazel's scan the path up to the fire entity, and his expression is a grimly determined scowl.

Soon enough, all that was left on the spot was dust and wind. The blurry figure of the shirtless holy man was seen darting around, avoiding others and obstacles, heading straight to Toayi with unflinching determination in his eyes.

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Interactions: (Leo) Twice Knightly , (Toayi) Necessity4Fun , (Orbeck) Laix_Lake

 

[BarrenThin2]

CS

The fight was over just as quickly as it started, one decisive blow ending the struggle. The pang of guilt Reverentia felt at the sound of Blake's face meeting the floor subsided quickly, if only due to the urgency of their circumstances. After making sure Blake was still breathing, the vigilante made eye contact with Veronica and spoke for the first time, saying softly, "Thank you." The words were simple, but carried quiet, understated sincerity, the vague hesitation of someone who was much better at pummeling her opposition than expressing gratitude. After all, Veronica had just saved her life more than once. It was not something Reverentia would be quick to forget.

Unfortunately, any further displays of gratitude would have to wait. Most immediately, the weapon still stuck in her leg ached and shouted in agony, making her wince as she rose back to her feet, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. Fishing one of her few larger healing potions from her bag, she steadied herself with a deep breath before... well, ripping the weapon from her thigh with a scream. Not waiting to potentially black out, Reverentia downed the potion, feeling her wounds go through what felt like weeks of healing in an instant. They still hurt, she was far from in perfect health, but most of her injuries had gone from life-threatening to severely inconvenient, and that was a good change.

Twirling the kusarigama in her offhand by its ribbon, Reverentia grunted, making a mental note to return it to Blake with an apology when the woman woke up. For now, her head swiveled towards the flames -- and, by extension, the Twins and Lobo. With somewhat restored vigor, she lunged forward, ignoring them quite blatantly for the moment as she tried to find some way to stifle the fire. Pouring water from her canteen on it, throwing dirt, smothering it with a bedroll. Reverentia made eye contact with the shackled prisoner while she worked, her own eyes narrowing. "I might just try to find a way to let you out if you weren't going to kill us all and let that... weepy triangle go. Killing these two," Reverentia tilted her head at the twins. "That, I could get behind."

Of course, given that she had no reason to trust anything the shackled degenerate said (for lack of a better word), she was mostly just voicing her disdain. "Maybe if you didn't suck so much, I'd try to let you go" was the subtle subtext of her words.

megar Twice Knightly isupposeimphi​

 

[alley-cat-boogie]

Ryuji lets his confidence carry him into this encounter. Sure, he might be alone for this, but even if he fails, he still has valuable information. If he uses that, it's sure to turn into a dogpile, and he's pretty sure they wouldn't last very long with everybody in the tent going after the two of them, even with their weird mind powers.

He has never had the best ideas.

There are a lot of factors and contingencies he isn't thinking about right now, like the limits on what he can do without his weapons, and the fact that he's fighting in real life, not some sort of parallel dimension, but as far as he's aware, everything will go back to its proper state if he gets his treasure. So he decides to run a little test.

He snaps his pointed finger over in their direction, watching as e purposefully misses them with his attack - a literal bolt of lightning which strikes the floor beside them.

Interactions: Mabel Gleeful Twice Knightly , Mason Gleeful brandy-schmandy ​

 

[megar]

"...You're welcome," Veronica quietly answers, a near invisible smile crossing her face, "it's my pleasure." It's good to be valued. She isn't used to that feeling, still. It almost makes her giddy every time she feels it... but she does have an image to uphold, so she doesn't let it show.

As for her... Reverentia seems to be trying to handle the fire, and truthfully, Veronica only thinks she'd make it worse if she tried to intervene with it. So, she focuses her attention entirely on Blake, still on the ground. It would be... unfair of her to treat the fallen foe with any cruelty. She has been on that side of things... more than she cares to admit. Still, she cannot know for sure how exactly Blake will behave when she pulls herself together.

"I ask your forgiveness for this..."

Her crimson tendrils slither out and take each of Blake's limbs. They hold her only lightly -- Veronica does not aim to injure her. Holding Blake down, for her sake just as much as everyone else's, is all that must be done at this stage.

And so her attention moves again. It'd be a fool's errand to try and engage in another fight now: she was already weak enough as it was before she had to fend Blake off. So, then... with the fire out of her capacity, and being unable to fight... she finds herself with a moment of peace to properly assess the situation. The investigations so far have concluded that something is not right about this place. The foes, the faces they are looking for, they are all different. This is assuredly the place they are supposed to be -- those familiar have attested to as much -- but then... what? Just what is happening here? If her understanding is correct, then one explanation comes to mind. She does not yet have all the pieces. Why is beyond her. But she believes, one way or another, she knows who to look to for answers.

For but a passing moment, Veronica meets Will's gaze.

 

[Twice Knightly]

As Reverentia got to work trying to douse the flame, she found the same result as the others. Through all her efforts, she was able to diminish it a bit, maybe even slow it down some. But as far as putting it out went? That simply wasn't enough. It was supernatural... so it shouldn't come as a surprise that standard means aren't enough to put it out as they would a regular fire, The monster in the chains, meanwhile, only thrusted worse in his bindings at Reverentia's words. The glare in his eyes made it clear that he understood the subtext - and it didn't make him happy. His thrashings became even worse now, as he seriously threatened to tip himself over at any moment. At least now, he'd probably fall on top of Reverentia instead of the fire...

Unfortunately, Ryuji's attack doesn't have the desired reaction. Mabel just turns her head to the side and watches as it strikes, her expression only shifting to one of boredom. Not even some kind of overly dramatic boredom, either. She just looks flat. She doesn't even say anything, either. All she does is stare at him as if waiting for something else to happen.

All the while, when Will's gaze meets Veronica's... something happens. That look of interest almost seemed to have been under the guise that no one was looking at him. The second Veronica's eyes make contact with his, Will's pupil shrinks and he turns away, reduced into a shivering mess once more.

megar alley-cat-boogie BarrenThin2​

 

[megar]

Veronica carefully pulls herself onto the stage. Even if that boy's efforts don't seem to be doing too much, it does mean that Mabel is distracted, at least. So she steps forward, and lowers herself before Will's cage, showing not a single thought on her face.

"...They stole your power from you, didn't they? That's what this is."

She tries to smile again. It looks strained.

"It's alright. We can help you -- but you need to tell me more, first."

 

[Twice Knightly]

A sniffle can be heard, the voice sounding as if it's been put through some kind of filter. The quivering creature turns around again, its blue light shining bright as tears roll down its entire body. He says nothing... all he does is make a motion with his body reminiscent of a nod.

megar​

 

[CocoaMarshmallow]

ILLUMINA
Interactions: Sayo-Nara (Lana)

"Heh heh..."

I chuckle a little at her words. It's nice to know she considers me close enough to actually hold a conversation with me. Maybe it's just because we're both Pokemon. Or maybe there's another reason at play... something to do with whoever 'he' is. Whatever it is, this is preferable to fighting. Honestly, I'm not even sure if I'd survive a direct hit from one of her bat swings. It's a wonder I've managed to dodge thus far.

I slowly wrap my scarf around my neck again.

"You don't need to be so afraid. I'm not going to let you kill me. And I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, either. I've only known you for a few minutes, but you can trust me on that." I offer my paw to her with utmost sincerity. "You haven't hit me again, at least. That tells me enough. No one's going to die here, Lana, not if you have anything to say about it. Turn around."

If I could give her a thumbs up, I would. Instead, I just settle for a determined smirk.

"Let's fight them together."​

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Lana

More tears start to stream down her face. She clutched her bat tightly like her life depended on it. His guard was down. This was the perfect time to strike... but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't just not do it either.

"You're the one saying I'm being controlled... You should already know it isn't going to be that easy to make me stop if that's the case..."

She put the bat back into her tail before looking at Lumi again. She looked tired. Both physically and mentally. She held her paws up making the closest thing she can to a fist. Looks like she wasn't done just yet.

"Knock me out. That's the only way we both make it out of here alive. Do it. Please."

Right after saying that, she charged towards him getting ready to throw the first punch.

CocoaMarshmallow ​

 

[allegedlydave]

Versus​

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Eyes wide and utterly taken aback by the force with which an invisible force struck him, Greed is sent flying through a handful of chairs and careening over a fair few more, ending up a few rows back from where he started. He dusts himself off as he stands, taking shaken breaths as his vision darts from Josuke to his own chest – the Ultimate Shield saved him the brunt of the blow, but still… he felt that.

“Too personal? Alright, alright, first one’s free, kid.”

Greed leaps off the back of an upright chair, grinning madly with claws outstretched, and pirouettes in the air to drive his heel into Josuke’s skull.

“But THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GONNA GET!”

Awkwardly reloading his crossbow, Medic held the arduous task of ensuring Greed had a steady flow of Medibeams while making sure the rest of his team wasn’t ground into paste. He wordlessly darted backwards as Greed took the hit - he’d never found it advisable to stand in front of his patients while they fought, but at least bullets could be dodged reliably. He couldn’t even see what sent Greed packing - and only one of them had an indestructible shield covering their body.

For now, anyway.

“Come on… come on…”

Medic anxiously muttered to himself, watching the meter on the back of his Kritzkrieg leisurely tick upwards. It was always when they needed it most that it moved slower than pond water - but what could they do? There weren’t many other ways to make this go faster.

“Greed! Try getting hit in zhe head next time!” Medic cried. “Trust me, ja?”

But that was one way.

"Just who the hell are you calling kid, jackass?!"

As Greed soars, it is not his head that is targeted but his foot -- a prime target for Crazy Diamond's other fist to knock aside and send the man flying back down to the ground where he belongs. There isn't even a trace of hesitation.

"And what the hell is with that crappy, ho-hum speed?"

Josuke is none too amused.

"Can't you take what you dish out? Huh? Huh?!"

And he's not paying any attention to Medic at all.

“Judge me if you want–!”

Greed grimaces as his foot is knocked away, but soon enough accepts his fate at Medic’s behest – not that he could do much to stop it anyway.

"Shut your damn mouth!"

And once more, an invisible fist flies directly into Greed's face.

This one leaves a mark. Greed’s head snaps to attention like it’s on a spring and his body flops to the ground, leaving a sizable gouge in the earth. The wound is grievous, a crater that encompasses roughly a fourth of Greed’s face, bone and flesh alike turned to equally unrecognizable pulp.

An exasperated sigh escapes what was once Greed’s face, and arcs of red lightning begin to shoot from the wound as it knits itself back together. He stands – a fair distance away from Josuke – dusts himself off, and rubs the impact site.

“It’s rude to interrupt, y’know that? I was gonna say, the less I have to take what I dish out, the better. If you’re gonna call me a coward for not wanting any more of that, that’s on you, my friend.”

Greed glances over his shoulder to the Medic and throws him a wink.

“Ho-ho - well done, kamerad! Now zhat’s how you take a hit!” Medic replied, returning his patient’s wink with another one of his crazed grins.

Then, without warning…

The doctor’s backpack began to vibrate intensely, rattling like pebbles inside a tin - now full to bursting with energy demanding to be released. The nozzle of his device crackled uncontrollably with red, translucent sparks in a way that it only did when a miracle was in the works. Medic peered at his device, and he smiled from ear-to-ear. Oh, how he had longed to say this!

“I am charged!”

Whirring his head back to face Greed, Medic wore the fierce expression of a man who knew his duty. “Greed!” he yelled. “Zhere’s no time to explain - you’ll understand in the next few seconds! Feeling like you’re about to die is perfectly normal - just be as aggressive as you can!”

He appeared to adjust some switches and dials on the back of his device - causing it to roar in response.

“Ready?!”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

Medic slammed a button on the side of his contraption - and the thick, bedazzling beam of ionized gibberish flowed into him with an unparalleled ferocity. Greed would feel that his heart just about leaped into his throat.

For a second, he felt electric charges rupturing his organs, his mind and his eyes - an incomparable rush of adrenaline turning his breath into steam and his gaze into red. The doctor’s warning of feeling close to death rang true for a solitary, terrifying moment - but when the fear subsided, a new sensation emerged in its place.

The power was immense.

Although his body would feel numb, his soul was revitalised. Greed positively sizzled with electrical energy - his eyes burned a feverish yellow, and he felt more powerful than perhaps he’d ever felt in his life. Strength and vitality ballooned within him - as did the raw feeling of utter invincibility.

This was more like it.

“NOW GO!”

“Oh… yeah.”

Greed flexes his fingers and paces in place, as if shaking off the sheer excess of energy built up within his body. Even two souls couldn’t play off this much power – not that he particularly wanted to. Chuckling arrogantly, eyes bloodshot and monstrous grin wider than ever, Greed points at Josuke with his armoured index.

“I’m gonna kick your ass now, ‘kay? Try not to take it too personally.”

He disappears from Josuke’s sight. Mere moments later, Josuke feels a focused impact strike him square in the spine, with enough force to hurl him into the fifth row built behind it. A cursory glance would reveal Greed, having gotten behind Josuke faster than the human eye could track and drilled a well-placed fist into his back.

A violent cough escapes Josuke as he's sent soaring forward, blood flying from his mouth. The floor below him seems to crack with no warning, and a small fragment of rubble appears in his hand.

And then he soars right back.

"Who's kicking whose ass?!"

The single piece in his hand goes back to the ground, and the crack disappears as though it were never there at all. It's only Josuke, flying right back towards Greed with his visible rage only growing by the second.

Greed is assailed by a barrage of invisible fists from head to toe before Josuke can even land back on his feet.

"DORARARARARARARARARARARA...!"

Greed is quick to react, unsure of his potential to withstand the assault even bolstered by Ubercharge. Thusly, the moment the first strike lands the Ultimate Shield conceals Greed’s face, replaced with a demonic grion bearing fangs and white slits for eyes.

Outside of that, he does his best – he’ll get some slack for dodging what he can from a foe he can’t see. It’s the least he can do to stand his ground, shrugging off the majority of the blows, parrying a few and dodging where he’s able, the Ubercharge combined with the sheer defensive power of the Ultimate Shield his saving grace.

Then, he spies an opening, and dives for it. He drops low and his hand plunges through the sea of strikes flying like bullets, striking Josuke in the diaphragm and hurling him backwards. Greed follows up quickly, moving in a dark blur into Josuke’s flight path and slamming the breadth of his leg into Josuke’s back, folding the Stand user across his knee like wet paper.

He considers further punishment, but decides against it. The kid’s had enough.

Surely.

And so with another cough, Josuke falls to the floor.

"B...bastard... you think you can... get away with saying shit like that..."

Try as he might, though, the fact he's still conscious at all is impressive enough. He just can't seem to pull himself up to his feet again, only being able to settle for resting on a knee. Even then he shakes, struggling to keep his balance.

"I won't forget... and I won't ever forgive anyone who talks shit about my hair... no matter who it is..."

But for now, his threats remain empty.​

 

[alley-cat-boogie]

…Guess that didn’t work.

Well, it’s time to actually start the fight now!

As soon as the mask appears back on Ryuji’s face, he rips it off again and charges at Mabel. Though, he doesn’t go for another shock yet - At the last second, he swings his right arm in front of him and left arm, mask in hand, behind.

In his mind, even if she’s able to stop him from ramming into her, he can still let go of his mask and continue his attack that way.

GM / Mabel: Twice Knightly ​

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Take-Over: Toayî, the Entity of Fire
Tags:

Twice Knightly

(GM and Leo),

Thexcentrichilean

(Hershel),

FactionGuerrilla

(Kassandra),

Laix_Lake

(Orbeck),

Miso_Tofu2.0

(Flandre)

-Art Credits--
Chiaki Morisawa Fanart [スタろぐ④] by ますぎ, heavily edited by me

Fire Flames Texture by arundel
Dark Vintage Pattern from WallpaperBetter

Divider Set #02 by NorasFed, edited by me​

Look how they struggle to put out a single flame... Scrambling after it like roaches, so utterly powerless before the whims of Nature. Pointless squabbles raged on just as the fire. All of this, to avoid the inevitable- How pitiful; How tragic... And how so incredibly fun to watch. After all, who said Nature couldn't gaze upon them without contempt and an air of mockery...?

Toayî reveled in this chaos, humanity tended to be very boring, idealistic and long-winded- It was better like this. When they were fighting for their lives, it was as if they were finally speaking the same language!!! The passion born out of despair, the 'etymology' of actions before words, a clock forever ticking towards the end. Wasn't it beautiful?

Or at least, perhaps such a thing is what It would think... If Fire understood any of it.
It didn't. Its job, Its purpose was to burn indiscriminatedly and that's truly all the was to that. Concepts are so different from people... They needed no reason, had no doubts... And as such, they were so much better-

Ah, an interruption.

With the unamused expression of a callous adult watching a child do everything wrong, The Entity was momentarily distracted by Flandre's little meteor-like burst. Of course- There's always one, one nuisance, one embarassingly unskilled, whatever it is that Its looking at. The ball of flames descends; Can't even exist for a full 3 minutes.
As Marisa's stars break it down, Toayî dismisses the left-over embers with a wave of the vessel's hand. It's a matter of principle and also a warning: Do not attempt to use fire in Its presence, you don't deserve that power; Interrupt us no further.

Luckily for Leonardo, the reason he did not get assaulted with more flames had been that distraction. For a moment, It had even forgotten that the boy even existed...

Differently from Orbeck and Kassandra, who still had to contend with an obstacle course of fiery pillars, erupting from the ground. While the later had managed to attentiously weave between, the former had been previously armed with the means to fight back, somewhat.

"All fires fade. Even the childish tantrums that you call an inferno, are no exception." ​

"...Of course they do, and so does your pathetically little lives... Just who do you even think you're talking to,

a kindergartener??"

At first, the Entity little mind gave the sorceror, more interested in the strange coins disrupting the intensity of the flames... He was supposed to be similarly dodging flames for his life! And yet, the stones that could be confused for opals were making a demand of elevated focus for a same result! Which was already such a preposterous idea...!

But then the blue one came, hiting a puzzled distracted Toayî straight on Sage's forehead. And then, things had changed... BECAUSE THIS INSIGFICANT THING WAS ABSORBING HEAT-!

"Why, YOU...!!"

Crush it. Whatever it is. Crush it, melt it, DESTROY IT. Well, It had an idea of what it could be, that duke- Hershel, had handed the Anomaly something similar earlier. Didn't change a thing, it.had.to.go. A smaller pillar of flames lauched the icy coin upwards into the air, Toayî grasping at it, staring as if in challenge... Soon it was sandwiched between hands, emiting as much heat as a pottery firing oven. If the gem wanted Its power so much, then have it!! UNTIL IT CAN'T BEAR ANYMORE!

As expected, the effect eventually wears out and the entire thing crumbles to dust. HAHAHAHAHA, sweet victory...!!

That's when a flash of gold had suddenly caught borrowed eyesight-

Instead of following with the plan to belittle Orbeck's efforts, Toayî saw Itself forced into a defensive maneuver, quickly propelling itself higher to escape the see-through bovine rampage. The same couldn't be said of anything It had been preparing as it simply allows any constructs to open up into fiery bursts. It's really a experiment; Its Descendant had no memory of dealing with anything even remotely similar, therefore It wanted to check if the phantasmagoric image could even be harmed in any way...

Hmm, did not seem like it. What manner of projection even was th-?

"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!"

Perhaps If Toayî was any bit of 'alive' there would a reference that could be made right here. Unfortunately, It is not and neither does It cares for such things.

It all started blinking.
Blue, redish-orange, blue, red, blue- It was as if watching a flashlight begin to run out of battery, the Concept of Fire's reign over the flames starting to slip... Dropped towards the ground when flight faltered, It still tried to fight back, forcing small movements as if every joint had rusted over. Legs no longer wanted to sustain the rest of the body, now existing in a more slumped position.

The most It managed to do was sloooowly crank the neck to stare at the culprit, even the piercircing stare uncertain about which color to be; Flaming blue? Orange? A soft brown??? But the hatred, oh, even the flashing colors could not hide such characterist loathing. The two might as well have declared an eternal rivalry at that moment...

Oh, but very much like the humans, It was not about to go so quietly-

An instant is all it takes and everything is exploding again. It's clear that this is Its last resort, destroy as much as possible, heat up as much as possible. Objects burst into true fiery blazes, more and more of the floor grows unsafe to be on... Toayî Itself is clearly furious, coating itself with tall powerful blue flames that burn against the vessel, flesh and all.

If It couldn't have it, then It might as well leave NOTHING else left...! Only someone with a suicidal wish would still cross through this much to get to a single mistake of an existence!

The field growns quieter again once Leonardo regains his focus, but the challenge is still very much in place. Approach It and they'll BOTH burn to ashes--!!

 

[Miso_Tofu2.0]

OMNI-MAN
BoltBeam (Black Rock Shooter)
As she struggled, Rock would see a shadow hover above her. The stalwart image of Omni-Man stood menacingly, silent in the regard of what he'd do with her now. She had been subdued, yes, but whose to say when she'll be back up again. It could be a trick, Nolan wouldn't doubt it for someone like her. He could just end it right here; so simple without having to worry about an impending threat no longer. Yet, at the same time, it felt wrong. It wasn't supposed to feel wrong, but it did. He'd risk losing one from the team, by his own hands. She didn't even want this, to fight under someone else's strings, like he did.

No, why would he do that here? This isn't going to be like last time.

"... You fight well," he merely says to his fallen adversary; an honest gesture from a warrior to Black Rock Shooter herself. "But next time, try swinging first before you do anything fancy."

And with that, Nolan soon flies off in a flash, his wherebaouts now entering the flaming tent. ​

 

[Miso_Tofu2.0]

Flandre Scarlet
isupposeimphi (Marisa Kirisame), DR_EDY. (Venom), megar (Reimu Hakurei)​

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Flandre smiles in open fangs. There's always room for excitement, even when that fire, her fire, crumbles away to dust and ashes. There's a lot more to wield than just fire; something that a certain hotheaded pyromancer didn;t quite understand. Feh, what a shame. She'd have her chances with him if it weren't for the two lovebirds and the goop monster. Ah, oh well. Three can do better than one, but how will three do against four?

That is an answer that Flandre Scarlet seeks to find out for herself.

『 Taboo ~ " Four of a Kind " 』

There was one, and then two, and then three, and then four. Each of them had the same face, the same red dress; the same look of excitement. Apparitions of Flandre spiralling in a loop, flapping their wings in rattling crystals. *Cling, Cling! Cling, Cling!* It was like the sounds of Christmas ringing through the tent, and she didn't even know what that even sounded like! But in any case, Santa's (unofficially authorized) little helpers had brought presents, presents for their hearts to absorb and throb!

Bullets. Sharp edges like knives, yet stung like prickling needles; all spiralling in the flurried dance of the "elves" who scatter in swarms all around the tent. So vast and free that no one could really discern who the real one was her.

♪ Where could she be, o' where could you be
Hiding in the shadows, waiting for me

Before you could strike, I asked once more:

U.N. Owen, was it you from before? ♬​

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[Thexcentrichilean]

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The duke's sprint was relentless, darting side to side, vaulting over things and the like, all to avoid ongoing fights, obstacles or fire.

Yet, as he noticed that Toayi's control waned at the hands of the god eyes, his instincts, honed by a myriad of battles, were telling him to expect some kind of nasty surprise.

"Oh son of the crimson dog-" He yet again cursed in an idiom from his world as the fire around started exploding. Evidently, an attempt to burn everything down in a petty attempt of defiance by the fire entity. The man finally unrolled his burnt coat from the right arm, flattening it within capacity and using it as a screen for the nearest fire explosion by throwing it, promptly retreating backwards while clicking his tongue.

"Tch, always a petty hazard of a creature" The man cursed under his breath as he double checked his body... some minor burns on his body and face that had already started to heal. The burn shirt was still rolled up on his right arm, and the pendant remained tied to his burnt left.

Nodding to himself, Hershel takes a deep breath, mapping a new path in his mind towards the struggling fire entity as fast as possible. Soon enough, he left dust behind his boots, and wind flickered the flames around him as the duke took off in a sprint yet again.

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Headed towards: Toayi ( Necessity4Fun )
Around: Leo ( Twice Knightly ), Orbeck ( Laix_Lake ), possibly Kass ( FactionGuerrilla ), possible Omni-man ( Miso_Tofu2.0 )