[IC] HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

[supertinyking]

kishin asura said
Najimi sees it out of the corner of her eye. Another her appears and says "I got this." Before leaping off the tower and landing on her feet unharmed. She then makes her way to the sewer as the original waits

She finds a small blob, sorta crawling along the ceiling only to plot down onto rats, and any other small animals. When it sees her, it sorta just follows her, via rolling around like a ball.

[Teoinsanity]

supertinyking said
Minx's gooey form begins to glow at this point, as the immense amount of power being channeled to her boosts her to a new height. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHA!" She screams."That's my girl." Darkside says, a sort of tear running down his face, showing how proud he was...although no one could see the tear, as darkside's from was hidden.

"now time to confuse toguru"

teo gets in a bannana suit and starts dancing quickly

"PENTUTBUTTERJELLYTIME"

[kishin asura]

supertinyking said
She finds a small blob, sorta crawling along the ceiling only to plot down onto rats, and any other small animals. When it sees her, it sorta just follows her, via rolling around like a ball.

"Hey little guy." Najimi says cheerfully as she kneels down to pick it up

[supertinyking]

kishin asura said
"Hey little guy." Najimi says cheerfully as she kneels down to pick it up

It rolls into her hands, most likely burning her hands slightly. It shakes a bit, before rolling away, as if wanting her to follow.

[kishin asura]

supertinyking said
It rolls into her hands, most likely burning her hands slightly. It shakes a bit, before rolling away, as if wanting her to follow.

Najimi gets up and follows it

[supertinyking]

kishin asura said
Najimi gets up and follows it

It rushes off, only to find a death man within the sewer, by how he looks, and smells, a homeless man. The goo begins to dissolve the corpse before her, slowly, starting with the man's right hand. As it slowly breaks apart the flesh, the bones arrange themselves within the goo. As the flesh breaks apart into the dark goo, the body yields high amounts of the goo. This man must of been filled with much pain and suffering before he died.

[kishin asura]

supertinyking said
It rushes off, only to find a death man within the sewer, by how he looks, and smells, a homeless man. The goo begins to dissolve the corpse before her, slowly, starting with the man's right hand. As it slowly breaks apart the flesh, the bones arrange themselves within the goo. As the flesh breaks apart into the dark goo, the body yields high amounts of the goo. This man must of been filled with much pain and suffering before he died.

".....whoa...." najimi says with a look of surprise at what she just saw

[supertinyking]

kishin asura said
".....whoa...." najimi says with a look of surprise at what she just saw

Soon, the dead body is nothing more than some clothes and bones, covered in dark slime. Then, the now far larger blob of goo uses the bones to form a sort of human form, lacking of all signs of gender. "....." It bows slightly, but seems to not wish to speak. Or, can't.

[thewizardguy]

Many millenia ago, a great battle raged between beings of great power. Each had the strength to rule the world, but neither could accept the other's existence. And yet, they were evenly matched in all elements. And as they fought, the flame of their hatred burned like a second Sun, and flames rained from the sky. And the rain of fire called to an ancient flame, that slumbered deep within the crust of the earth. It's answer tore the land asunder, great oceans boiling away, the sun blotted out by walls of smoke, as the very rain that should have relieved turn to burning acid. The world that both had sought to rule was torn apart, it's life all but annihilated under the force of the conflict. Burning in the flame of hatred, reason was the first victim, soon followed by happiness, and thereafter by all else, for the dead feel nothing.

And yet, when outlined by absolute darkness, even a small flame can burn bright. As the hate waned away to mere ashes, a light struck. Hope. Among the ashes of the world, the last few survivors looked out to the choked remains of their homeland, and they held forth their only possession. Hope. And around this core gathered the force of both deities, now repentant of their sins, and all of the woes and pains of the world were condensed. Neither deity could rule a broken world, and thus, they would create a child, born of the earth, who would rule in their steads. From Hope and Death came a new being into this world, without name, nor reason.

It is often said that greatness can be found on the edge of destruction. That the most amazing acts of selflessness occur only moments before death, and that we learn only on the brink of failure. However, the deities were not great, and it was not they who were faced with their mortality, their eyes were still clouded with arrogance. The child that was born was not one of Hope, but also not one of Hate. It was not of Light, nor of Darkness. It was the earth, the very depths of creation. And yet, it was not a child of creation, nor was it a child of balance.

This child was born from Destruction.

Toguro smiled, as he felt his essence being drawn away by his opponents. It had been an age since he had been faced with these conflicting forces of light and darkness. And yet, he was born of a force more primal than either. A force that saw no good, nor evil, no truth, and no lies. It was absolute, and it was uncaring. He was destruction, which would be visited upon all equally. He would not be stopped here, for he could not be stopped.

"1000 percent."

A massive brust of energy filled the area, as the ground cracked underfoot. An amazing gravity, only barely kept under control, as cracks covered Toguro's skin. Under the layers of condensed rock, a black core could be seen, radiating enormous power. Toguro's muffled laughter could be heard, as Minx could feel herself filled, overwhelmed, with brute force. A pillar of crackling purple light enveloped them both, and the earth shook. And the fires above would call to the fires below, and the very seas would boil over, for he was Toguro. He had taken the name from the first being that had defeated him. He had taken it from the man's corpse. He would not fall, he would not bow, he would not break. He would destroy, or be destroyed.

"Let's see how much energy it takes! You or me, girl! One of our bodies is gonna give, and we'll be broken! COME ON! Let's see how much of my power you can hold before you shatter!"

[Teoinsanity]

thewizardguy said
Many millenia ago, a great battle raged between beings of great power. Each had the strength to rule the world, but neither could accept the other's existence. And yet, they were evenly matched in all elements. And as they fought, the flame of their hatred burned like a second Sun, and flames rained from the sky. And the rain of fire called to an ancient flame, that slumbered deep within the crust of the earth. It's answer tore the land asunder, great oceans boiling away, the sun blotted out by walls of smoke, as the very rain that should have relieved turn to burning acid. The world that both had sought to rule was torn apart, it's life all but annihilated under the force of the conflict. Burning in the flame of hatred, reason was the first victim, soon followed by happiness, and thereafter by all else, for the dead feel nothing.And yet, when outlined by absolute darkness, even a small flame can burn bright. As the hate waned away to mere ashes, a light struck. Hope. Among the ashes of the world, the last few survivors looked out to the choked remains of their homeland, and they held forth their only possession. Hope. And around this core gathered the force of both deities, now repentant of their sins, and all of the woes and pains of the world were condensed. Neither deity could rule a broken world, and thus, they would create a child, born of the earth, who would rule in their steads. From Hope and Death came a new being into this world, without name, nor reason.It is often said that greatness can be found on the edge of destruction. That the most amazing acts of selflessness occur only moments before death, and that we learn only on the brink of failure. However, the deities were not great, and it was not they who were faced with their mortality, their eyes were still clouded with arrogance. The child that was born was not one of Hope, but also not one of Hate. It was not of Light, nor of Darkness. It was the earth, the very depths of creation. And yet, it was not a child of creation, nor was it a child of balance.This child was born from Destruction.Toguro smiled, as he felt his essence being drawn away by his opponents. It had been an age since he had been faced with these conflicting forces of light and darkness. And yet, he was born of a force more primal than either. A force that saw no good, nor evil, no truth, and no lies. It was absolute, and it was uncaring. He was destruction, which would be visited upon all equally. He would not be stopped here, for he could not be stopped. "1000 percent."A massive brust of energy filled the area, as the ground cracked underfoot. An amazing gravity, only barely kept under control, as cracks covered Toguro's skin. Under the layers of condensed rock, a black core could be seen, radiating enormous power. Toguro's muffled laughter could be heard, as Minx could feel herself filled, overwhelmed, with brute force. A pillar of crackling purple light enveloped them both, and the earth shook. And the fires above would call to the fires below, and the very seas would boil over, for he was Toguro. He had taken the name from the first being that had defeated him. He had taken it from the man's corpse. He would not fall, he would not bow, he would not break. He would destroy, or be destroyed."Let's see how much energy it takes! You or me, girl! One of our bodies is gonna give, and we'll be broken! COME ON! Let's see how much of my power you can hold before you shatter!"

need to sto this ,but how ?

[Wraithblade6]

Mithias returs from fighting the host of souls. Out of nowhere, he answers with one word, "Hope." *strikes pose*
(Sorry im at work and cant write much.)

[supertinyking]

thewizardguy said
Many millenia ago, a great battle raged between beings of great power. Each had the strength to rule the world, but neither could accept the other's existence. And yet, they were evenly matched in all elements. And as they fought, the flame of their hatred burned like a second Sun, and flames rained from the sky. And the rain of fire called to an ancient flame, that slumbered deep within the crust of the earth. It's answer tore the land asunder, great oceans boiling away, the sun blotted out by walls of smoke, as the very rain that should have relieved turn to burning acid. The world that both had sought to rule was torn apart, it's life all but annihilated under the force of the conflict. Burning in the flame of hatred, reason was the first victim, soon followed by happiness, and thereafter by all else, for the dead feel nothing.And yet, when outlined by absolute darkness, even a small flame can burn bright. As the hate waned away to mere ashes, a light struck. Hope. Among the ashes of the world, the last few survivors looked out to the choked remains of their homeland, and they held forth their only possession. Hope. And around this core gathered the force of both deities, now repentant of their sins, and all of the woes and pains of the world were condensed. Neither deity could rule a broken world, and thus, they would create a child, born of the earth, who would rule in their steads. From Hope and Death came a new being into this world, without name, nor reason.It is often said that greatness can be found on the edge of destruction. That the most amazing acts of selflessness occur only moments before death, and that we learn only on the brink of failure. However, the deities were not great, and it was not they who were faced with their mortality, their eyes were still clouded with arrogance. The child that was born was not one of Hope, but also not one of Hate. It was not of Light, nor of Darkness. It was the earth, the very depths of creation. And yet, it was not a child of creation, nor was it a child of balance.This child was born from Destruction.Toguro smiled, as he felt his essence being drawn away by his opponents. It had been an age since he had been faced with these conflicting forces of light and darkness. And yet, he was born of a force more primal than either. A force that saw no good, nor evil, no truth, and no lies. It was absolute, and it was uncaring. He was destruction, which would be visited upon all equally. He would not be stopped here, for he could not be stopped. "1000 percent."A massive brust of energy filled the area, as the ground cracked underfoot. An amazing gravity, only barely kept under control, as cracks covered Toguro's skin. Under the layers of condensed rock, a black core could be seen, radiating enormous power. Toguro's muffled laughter could be heard, as Minx could feel herself filled, overwhelmed, with brute force. A pillar of crackling purple light enveloped them both, and the earth shook. And the fires above would call to the fires below, and the very seas would boil over, for he was Toguro. He had taken the name from the first being that had defeated him. He had taken it from the man's corpse. He would not fall, he would not bow, he would not break. He would destroy, or be destroyed."Let's see how much energy it takes! You or me, girl! One of our bodies is gonna give, and we'll be broken! COME ON! Let's see how much of my power you can hold before you shatter!"

As the great Toguro began to overload Minx, her pained screams could be heard, as her unstable form began to bubble, and char. It was obvious who was going to loose, if things went on as they were.

But of course, Minx, being the clever girl she was, had a plan. It was risky, it might lead to not only her death, but the destruction of her father...but it was the last resort, of sorts. It wasn't something she could do normally, not by a long shot. In fact, most sith, save for darkside, could do this.....She was going to recreate her organic body, from the sheer energy being forced into her.

Slowly, Minx went from covering Toguro's body, to her humanoid form, as she hugs him tightly, from behind. First thing to form in her, are bones. Her screams begin to grow louder, as her body transmutes. As the bones set in, her body takes a different shape, less curved and disproportionate, to more human. Next to form, her skin, the top layer of pink goo, peeling away to bloody, disgusting, nearly liquid like paste. Next to form, her organs, making blood flow from her body's pores, as they set in. With in a minute, she goes from a gum demon, to a small, skinny older teenage girl.......before she begins to laugh, and laugh...and laugh. Darkside simply smiles, before holding a hand out, as lighting spews from Minx's back, making almost wing like structures, which flows to darkside, who in turn, directs it into the soul mass, aiming to blind side it, either destroying it then, or giving Mithias an opening. The main reason for this, though, should be obvious. Minx no longer has to be a battery for the energy she is stealing from Toguro, no, she's just a conductor, and darkside, is being a transmitter. As this happens, minxes body ages, and suffers from common problems dark force users suffer..after many many years of dark force use. Minx, she develops these problems in moments, her skin becoming pale, and grey, her body becoming frail, and weak, her mind suffering from madness.....all with in an instant.....But, possibly, she might survive...scarred, but...victorious...and with quite a few new tricks, up her sleeve/

[Teoinsanity]

supertinyking said
As the great Toguro began to overload Minx, her pained screams could be heard, as her unstable form began to bubble, and char. It was obvious who was going to loose, if things went on as they were. But of course, Minx, being the clever girl she was, had a plan. It was risky, it might lead to not only her death, but the destruction of her father...but it was the last resort, of sorts. It wasn't something she could do normally, not by a long shot. In fact, most sith, save for darkside, could do this.....She was going to recreate her organic body, from the sheer energy being forced into her.Slowly, Minx went from covering Toguro's body, to her humanoid form, as she hugs him tightly, from behind. First thing to form in her, are bones. Her screams begin to grow louder, as her body transmutes. As the bones set in, her body takes a different shape, less curved and disproportionate, to more human. Next to form, her skin, the top layer of pink goo, peeling away to bloody, disgusting, nearly liquid like paste. Next to form, her organs, making blood flow from her body's pores, as they set in. With in a minute, she goes from a gum demon, to a small, skinny older teenage girl.......before she begins to laugh, and laugh...and laugh. Darkside simply smiles, before holding a hand out, as lighting spews from Minx's back, making almost wing like structures, which flows to darkside, who in turn, directs it into the soul mass, aiming to blind side it, either destroying it then, or giving Mithias an opening. The main reason for this, though, should be obvious. Minx no longer has to be a battery for the energy she is stealing from Toguro, no, she's just a conductor, and darkside, is being a transmitter. As this happens, minxes body ages, and suffers from common problems dark force users suffer..after many many years of dark force use. Minx, she develops these problems in moments, her skin becoming pale, and grey, her body becoming frail, and weak, her mind suffering from madness.....all with in an instant.....But, possibly, she might survive...scarred, but...victorious...and with quite a few new tricks, up her sleeve/

"shit"

[thewizardguy]

supertinyking said
As the great Toguro began to overload Minx, her pained screams could be heard, as her unstable form began to bubble, and char. It was obvious who was going to loose, if things went on as they were. But of course, Minx, being the clever girl she was, had a plan. It was risky, it might lead to not only her death, but the destruction of her father...but it was the last resort, of sorts. It wasn't something she could do normally, not by a long shot. In fact, most sith, save for darkside, could do this.....She was going to recreate her organic body, from the sheer energy being forced into her.Slowly, Minx went from covering Toguro's body, to her humanoid form, as she hugs him tightly, from behind. First thing to form in her, are bones. Her screams begin to grow louder, as her body transmutes. As the bones set in, her body takes a different shape, less curved and disproportionate, to more human. Next to form, her skin, the top layer of pink goo, peeling away to bloody, disgusting, nearly liquid like paste. Next to form, her organs, making blood flow from her body's pores, as they set in. With in a minute, she goes from a gum demon, to a small, skinny older teenage girl.......before she begins to laugh, and laugh...and laugh. Darkside simply smiles, before holding a hand out, as lighting spews from Minx's back, making almost wing like structures, which flows to darkside, who in turn, directs it into the soul mass, aiming to blind side it, either destroying it then, or giving Mithias an opening. The main reason for this, though, should be obvious. Minx no longer has to be a battery for the energy she is stealing from Toguro, no, she's just a conductor, and darkside, is being a transmitter. As this happens, minxes body ages, and suffers from common problems dark force users suffer..after many many years of dark force use. Minx, she develops these problems in moments, her skin becoming pale, and grey, her body becoming frail, and weak, her mind suffering from madness.....all with in an instant.....But, possibly, she might survive...scarred, but...victorious...and with quite a few new tricks, up her sleeve/

Both of Toguro's arms extended, palms facing outwards. Then, they moved to his front, one above the other, the palms pointing at each other. Almost as if mimicking the motion, Toguro's power started twisting, turning in spirals around the group, a tornado of raw power, flowing into ever more intricate shapes even as the flow lessens. It's like comparing a sledgehammer to a scalpel, and while the first has more force, the second is far more painful.

"Number 562: Absolute Isolator."

The energy flows into a sphere around Toguro and minx, a thin shell of power. And even as this happens, the lightning simply stops. It isn't blocked, it doesn't strike a wall, it simply stops manifesting. Minx's hair slowly begins to stand on end, as the electrical charge of the air rapidly increases. It took a moment for Minx and Darkside to realize that the 'shell' that had formed around them was a vacuum, through which no electricity could flow. Normally, the lightning was created by forming a positively charged zone and a negatively charged zone, electricity would flow from positive to negative. And yet, with no possible routes to the more negatively charged zone, the charge in the bubble just kept ramping up, soon growing beyond what Minx could control.

The good news, of course, was that Toguro's power wasn't coming in nearly as hard. "Ah, that was good. Building something that complex, with this much of my power being drained? You fight well, girl. I'm on my last reserves here, this is the first time I've had this much of my energy drained in a single fight. But I think this is where our fight's going to end. With you AND the invisible fellow." Toguro's head rotated 360 degrees, coming to face Minx, even as his arms turned similarly. As a golem, forged from magically animated rock, things like 'front', and 'back' made little difference. "All I've got left is 10 percent. But all I need to kill you right now is 1. If you've got any gods you believe in, make peace with them now, girl."

The sound of Toguro's arm moving backwards was like listening to an avalanche. A grating, deep sound, like a miniature avalanche. At one percent, Toguro's strength was that of a powerful human. However, even with that little strength, the sheer weight of his fists was enough to pound anyone to a pulp. "This is the end of the line for you or me, and I'm not dying tonight."

[supertinyking]

Minx's eyes widened, and she quickly tried to force some sort of rune onto Toguro's skin, a faint dark mist forming into the rune. She tries to strike the spot, with an open palm, glowing bright pink, with pink colored lighting, as if she thinks she can break him apart with this strike.
"Neither am I..." She says, with a partial smile, thinking this her ace in the hole. Darkside seems a bit shocked, as he looks about, as if expecting an attack.

[thewizardguy]

Wraithblade6 said
Mithias returs from fighting the host of souls. Out of nowhere, he answers with one word, "Hope." *strikes pose*(Sorry im at work and cant write much.)

((Sorry for not replying to you earlier.))
As Mithias slashes at the host of souls, his blade seems to glance past one. The souls should have been devoured, and yet, it seems to be too solidly attached to this world. Of course, that was only possible for the souls of living beings, solidly attached to corporeal forms, which would need to be struck in order to damage the soul. But here, high in the sky, there was nothing corporeal it could be attached to, air was far too moldable to hold something as complex as a soul. So what.....

A glimpse, a flash. That was all. Had Mithias not possessed vampiric senses, it would have been impossible to see, even this slight glance. However, just for an instant, it had seemed as if the very air had reflected a ray of light. It was strange and confusing, and impossible above all. Was his opponent invisible, perhaps a swarm of invisible objects? Could it have hidden itself from his senses to make attacking it nearly impossible? Or, of course, it could just be small. Really, really, really small.

As Mithias realized it, he simultaneously realized that the slight zooming that had marked the Host's presence was not that of magical energy. it wasn't the crackling of lightning, or any form of magic at all. It was the soft humm of billions upon billions of microscopic engines, floating through the air. Nanobots, machines made so tiny, they were the perfect host for such a large amount of souls. Each was only the size of a grain of sand, nearly impossible to detect with even vampiric eyes, and even harder yet to attack physically. This wasn't some kind of mystical entity, it was the product of mad science. But whomever built this abomination would have to have access to a large number of souls, as well as being an expert on Soular Physics. It could only be......

Goddamnit. Stein did this. And he probably did it on purpose.

During this prolonged batch of thought, the pressure of intruding thoughts had been nearly constant, as the strange war machine attempted to perform it's psychic attacks. As impossible to penetrate as ever, Mtihias' mental sheilds held fast. This left both sides at an impasse, an immovable object struck by an unstoppable force. While Mithias would have a hard time harming this foe, 5 couldn't use it's main method of attack either. As such, it only logically followed that one of the two was going to have to adapt to the situation.

Billions of tiny machines formed together, miniaturised mechanisms interlocking, magnetic fields holding them in place as they formed ever more complex structures. Synthetic muscle and skin, covering a metal skeleton. A nexus of electrical impulses, mimicking the human brain, focused through soular energy. Organs replaced with energy reserves and storage areas, wiring, as well as additional stability enhancers. It was somehow both a strange and beutiful sight, seeing this recreation of the human body, as if performed by invisible hands. It became far more disturbing when Mithias realized what was truly happening. Even as the skin was molded by the muscles, and a second layer of mimicked clothing was formed outside the main body, it became increasingly obvious that Mithias was looking at a copy of himself, at least physically.

Two large wings extended from the clone's back, feathers replaced by miniature engines, propelling the structure upwards with soular energy. Long metal ribs kept them together, like the bastardized child of science and religion. A large katana formed the clone's visible arsenal, it's blade covered in intricate carvings. Soular energy crackled over it's edge, and it was clear this was more than a simple sword, honing the raw energy of soular resonance to an edge. It's stance was uncertain, it wasn't quite used to this body, perhaps. Or maybe it was simply mirroring Mithias' own current uncertainty, echoing his actions as it did his form. It's expression, however, was blank. Absolutely neutral, inhumanly so, in fact. Almost like looking into the eyes of a dead man.

Silent, for a moment, it just floated there, like a silent reflection in a still pond. Except this particular reflection had wings. And a katana. Also, it most likely wanted to kill you. So a very suspicious pond, which most likely contained illegal substances. Or Gabriel was just up to his usual shit, and had convinced some poor moron to undergo plastic surgery, just for a practical joke.

Then, Number 5 charged, shooting forward, blade raised for a clumsy overhead strike.

[Teoinsanity]

thewizardguy said
((Sorry for not replying to you earlier.))As Mithias slashes at the host of souls, his blade seems to glance past one. The souls should have been devoured, and yet, it seems to be too solidly attached to this world. Of course, that was only possible for the souls of living beings, solidly attached to corporeal forms, which would need to be struck in order to damage the soul. But here, high in the sky, there was nothing corporeal it could be attached to, air was far too moldable to hold something as complex as a soul. So what.....A glimpse, a flash. That was all. Had Mithias not possessed vampiric senses, it would have been impossible to see, even this slight glance. However, just for an instant, it had seemed as if the very air had reflected a ray of light. It was strange and confusing, and impossible above all. Was his opponent invisible, perhaps a swarm of invisible objects? Could it have hidden itself from his senses to make attacking it nearly impossible? Or, of course, it could just be small. Really, really, really small.As Mithias realized it, he simultaneously realized that the slight zooming that had marked the Host's presence was not that of magical energy. it wasn't the crackling of lightning, or any form of magic at all. It was the soft humm of billions upon billions of microscopic engines, floating through the air. Nanobots, machines made so tiny, they were the perfect host for such a large amount of souls. Each was only the size of a grain of sand, nearly impossible to detect with even vampiric eyes, and even harder yet to attack physically. This wasn't some kind of mystical entity, it was the product of mad science. But whomever built this abomination would have to have access to a large number of souls, as well as being an expert on Soular Physics. It could only be......Goddamnit. Stein did this. And he probably did it on purpose.During this prolonged batch of thought, the pressure of intruding thoughts had been nearly constant, as the strange war machine attempted to perform it's psychic attacks. As impossible to penetrate as ever, Mtihias' mental sheilds held fast. This left both sides at an impasse, an immovable object struck by an unstoppable force. While Mithias would have a hard time harming this foe, 5 couldn't use it's main method of attack either. As such, it only logically followed that one of the two was going to have to adapt to the situation.Billions of tiny machines formed together, miniaturised mechanisms interlocking, magnetic fields holding them in place as they formed ever more complex structures. Synthetic muscle and skin, covering a metal skeleton. A nexus of electrical impulses, mimicking the human brain, focused through soular energy. Organs replaced with energy reserves and storage areas, wiring, as well as additional stability enhancers. It was somehow both a strange and beutiful sight, seeing this recreation of the human body, as if performed by invisible hands. It became far more disturbing when Mithias realized what was truly happening. Even as the skin was molded by the muscles, and a second layer of mimicked clothing was formed outside the main body, it became increasingly obvious that Mithias was looking at a copy of himself, at least physically.Two large wings extended from the clone's back, feathers replaced by miniature engines, propelling the structure upwards with soular energy. Long metal ribs kept them together, like the bastardized child of science and religion. A large katana formed the clone's visible arsenal, it's blade covered in intricate carvings. Soular energy crackled over it's edge, and it was clear this was more than a simple sword, honing the raw energy of soular resonance to an edge. It's stance was uncertain, it wasn't quite used to this body, perhaps. Or maybe it was simply mirroring Mithias' own current uncertainty, echoing his actions as it did his form. It's expression, however, was blank. Absolutely neutral, inhumanly so, in fact. Almost like looking into the eyes of a dead man.Silent, for a moment, it just floated there, like a silent reflection in a still pond. Except this particular reflection had wings. And a katana. Also, it most likely wanted to kill you. So a very suspicious pond, which most likely contained illegal substances. Or Gabriel was just up to his usual shit, and had convinced some poor moron to undergo plastic surgery, just for a practical joke.Then, Number 5 charged, shooting forward, blade raised for a clumsy overhead strike.

"HEY ,IM THE Only WINGED KID HERE!"

Teo takes out hi hammer and flys up to five and swing

[Wraithblade6]

thewizardguy said
((Sorry for not replying to you earlier.))As Mithias slashes at the host of souls, his blade seems to glance past one. The souls should have been devoured, and yet, it seems to be too solidly attached to this world. Of course, that was only possible for the souls of living beings, solidly attached to corporeal forms, which would need to be struck in order to damage the soul. But here, high in the sky, there was nothing corporeal it could be attached to, air was far too moldable to hold something as complex as a soul. So what.....A glimpse, a flash. That was all. Had Mithias not possessed vampiric senses, it would have been impossible to see, even this slight glance. However, just for an instant, it had seemed as if the very air had reflected a ray of light. It was strange and confusing, and impossible above all. Was his opponent invisible, perhaps a swarm of invisible objects? Could it have hidden itself from his senses to make attacking it nearly impossible? Or, of course, it could just be small. Really, really, really small.As Mithias realized it, he simultaneously realized that the slight zooming that had marked the Host's presence was not that of magical energy. it wasn't the crackling of lightning, or any form of magic at all. It was the soft humm of billions upon billions of microscopic engines, floating through the air. Nanobots, machines made so tiny, they were the perfect host for such a large amount of souls. Each was only the size of a grain of sand, nearly impossible to detect with even vampiric eyes, and even harder yet to attack physically. This wasn't some kind of mystical entity, it was the product of mad science. But whomever built this abomination would have to have access to a large number of souls, as well as being an expert on Soular Physics. It could only be......Goddamnit. Stein did this. And he probably did it on purpose.During this prolonged batch of thought, the pressure of intruding thoughts had been nearly constant, as the strange war machine attempted to perform it's psychic attacks. As impossible to penetrate as ever, Mtihias' mental sheilds held fast. This left both sides at an impasse, an immovable object struck by an unstoppable force. While Mithias would have a hard time harming this foe, 5 couldn't use it's main method of attack either. As such, it only logically followed that one of the two was going to have to adapt to the situation.Billions of tiny machines formed together, miniaturised mechanisms interlocking, magnetic fields holding them in place as they formed ever more complex structures. Synthetic muscle and skin, covering a metal skeleton. A nexus of electrical impulses, mimicking the human brain, focused through soular energy. Organs replaced with energy reserves and storage areas, wiring, as well as additional stability enhancers. It was somehow both a strange and beutiful sight, seeing this recreation of the human body, as if performed by invisible hands. It became far more disturbing when Mithias realized what was truly happening. Even as the skin was molded by the muscles, and a second layer of mimicked clothing was formed outside the main body, it became increasingly obvious that Mithias was looking at a copy of himself, at least physically.Two large wings extended from the clone's back, feathers replaced by miniature engines, propelling the structure upwards with soular energy. Long metal ribs kept them together, like the bastardized child of science and religion. A large katana formed the clone's visible arsenal, it's blade covered in intricate carvings. Soular energy crackled over it's edge, and it was clear this was more than a simple sword, honing the raw energy of soular resonance to an edge. It's stance was uncertain, it wasn't quite used to this body, perhaps. Or maybe it was simply mirroring Mithias' own current uncertainty, echoing his actions as it did his form. It's expression, however, was blank. Absolutely neutral, inhumanly so, in fact. Almost like looking into the eyes of a dead man.Silent, for a moment, it just floated there, like a silent reflection in a still pond. Except this particular reflection had wings. And a katana. Also, it most likely wanted to kill you. So a very suspicious pond, which most likely contained illegal substances. Or Gabriel was just up to his usual shit, and had convinced some poor moron to undergo plastic surgery, just for a practical joke.Then, Number 5 charged, shooting forward, blade raised for a clumsy overhead strike.

Sorry for the long quote. Blame Wiz.

Mithias watched as the nanobots took form, making the realization that each individual nanobot hosted a soul, and that these souls were somehow captured by Stein and forced into this construct. He hovered, his black leathery wings doing a good job of keeping his body very still. There was no reason to attack yet, but there was much to learn, and so he watched patiently, like an honorable opponent while his enemy prepared.

The vampire frowned as he saw what form the microscopic robots had collectively decided to take. They were mirroring him as much as mocking him. A poor choice really, since Mithias was the ultimate expert at being himself. Still, regardless of what physical shape the nanobots took, the fact remained that the souls they contained were presumably innocent. Feeding them to his demon blade had to be avoided on moral principle, unless it became the only way to stop #5.

Mithias initially hovered in place as the attack began. He noted the speed of his enemy, the body position, the fact that they were both ariel and unable to use anything but their wings to change direction or to accelerate. It was slow up here. The mimic body also wasn't showing a solid coordination in its limbs, but it may have been holding back on that first attack.

At the last moment, Mithias dodged aside. A titanium alloy blade smashed its edge into the structure of the nanobots' left wing, crushing a few of the tiny mechanical units as it cut. The demonblade had vanished. Making sure to disallow himself any vulnerability, Mithias kept clear of any retaliating strikes and dropped like a stone to the ground. Now, he wanted to see if Number 5 could coordinate that pair of legs.

[Akihisa Yoshii]

Desmond McCain stood there, as he had been left by the people he'd been with, them going off to do... something... without so much as a goodbye. He only knew them for a few minutes, but still, he'd like to know what was going on. He was drinking a glass of tea that he got from god-knows-where, and surveyed his surroundings, realizing that Michael and them had left him with no idea where he was. He could be floating through space for all he knew. Soon a door opened from nowhere and a man in a mask fell through, and Desmond saw as a small idol was left in the door frame and it swung shut, the idol now on the other side. He blinked. "...Well..."

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"....shit Shit SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT Shit shit shit..." Came the voice of one man, all alone, as he ran from door to door, opening and closing, looking for the right one. Kevin had bought the relic from a man who said it'd 'open doors to anywhere and everywhere, whenever you want' and he was right. The cheeky bastard. Door to door, he looked into all kinds of worlds and places, looking for the right one. It was in his gut, he had to find her. He sensed trouble and he wasn't about to let his gut tell him off again. Door after door he opened, and always shouted one name. "MINX!" In the last door he came through he was staring at a man, standing alone, drinking tea, and he felt his foot slip. He crashed out of the door and by the time he got up it was swinging shut, the relic was on the other side! He jumped for it but the door evaporated. He got up. "...What happens when a relic that is the only way to open a dimension gets trapped in that dimension...?" He wonders to himself.

((*'Give me something to work with please,' the nervous smile said* Ehehehe... There they are...))

[supertinyking]

Soon, a large pentagram like formation forms beneath the two, leaking a dark mist. For Kevin, it has a familiar stink, that which would follow darkside whenever he was around. It was bad enough for kevin to remember, even after all this time. As for the other man, well, all he would know is this.

IT FUCKING STINKS.

And soon, both the men are ripped right from where they were, and dumped right in between Minx, and Toguro, Kevin to the right slightly, and Desmond right in the path of Toguro's on coming mac truck of a fist. Either Minx had only wanted to summon Kevin, and swiped Desmond as well, or she wanted to use some random bloke as a human shield, and got kevin too. Either way, she seems a bit shocked, stepping back slightly.