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[TZDL2017] Junction vs Decoy - Semi Finals

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[TZDL2017] Junction vs Decoy - Semi Finals

Thirty-Minutes Prior…

Deep within the deserts of Egypt, a lone monument stood which had been long since lost to modern civilization. Its immaculate design made more radiant by the beaming sun above. There was nothing outwardly strange or different about this pyramid when compared to the many structures that had once spread across the sandy dunes all around it. The silence surrounding the area made it pretty clear to any approaching that this land was abandoned and forgotten to time itself. Curious then…that a young man seemed to exit the pyramid’s interior from a gaping hole in the wall.

Black suit shirt tucked neatly into white dress pants, the figure looked far out of place in this inhospitable zone – yet if he seemed perturbed by his locale and its conditions it was not apparent at first. Dress shoes, not suited for the dusty landscape seemed to scuff and dirty with every step seeming causing a grimace of dislike. The large black handgun held in his left hand seemed out of place to his appearance. A heavy sigh escaped the young man’s lips as he ran a hand through auburn strands. His head darted left and right, as if searching for some unseen threat.

“Well, there’s no sign of that strange shadow…I guess that’s that. Not a bad test run for this bad boy…” Mazono’s right arm was brought before his face as he examined a large silver apparatus strapped to his forearm. “Still...that was my favorite Fedora…and my favorite coat! God Damn him…”

A Familiar curse escaped his lips as the young man lamented his missing attire. Earlier in the day, maybe a few hours prior, there had been a brutal battle within the Pyramid slowly vanishing behind him. The outcome had been in his favor, but the sacrifice seemed to wound his vanity. Enraged at the lost garments, the young man let out a frustrated yell of irritation.

“I swear, when I get home I’m going to give him a piece of m-“

As if summoned by his anger, a ring in his pocket stopped him mid-sentence. Reaching within, he removed the cellular device and placed it gingerly upon his ear – careful not to short it out like he had so many others. A feminine voice met him on the other end, jovial and kind in its tone. Her professional etiquette was of course what made her Jhieten’s secretary.

“Agent Mazono, you’re late for check-in. I trust since you answered the test was a success? No difficulties?”

Gritting his teeth, he responded as only he would.

“Oh of course not Rachel. Everything’s rainbows and butterflies here on Earth’s dry Asscrack. OF COURSE IT DIDN’T GO WELL! YOU SET ME UP YOU SONS OF BITCHES!” The dam broke and with it came a slew of profanity. Regardless of whom was on the other end, he knew the truth. Regardless if he had his little mouthpiece call him, Jhieten could hear every word and Mitsu was determined he knew EXACTLY how he felt.

“I only lost my favorite Fedora and Trenchcoat. Do you have any idea how expensive that shit is?! More than you make I’ll tell ya that much! On top of that, do you have any idea what the hell you put me through for this test fire?! What the fuck was that thing?! I wan’t answers right no-“

“Good. Your next assignment has been prepared by Mr. Matsunagi and you’re to leave immediately fo-“Rachel was once again cut off by the rude and angry Mazono.

“Oh HELL no! I’m not going anywhere but home! I’ve been in the field for three weeks now! You can tell Jheiten to he can kiss My F-”

A brilliant pillar of light erupted from the sky above, encapsulating the young man in its ambience. His physical form would shift into lines of energy as his entire mass was broken down and moved en mass to the designated combat zone. For Mitsu, it was as if time had frozen in that moment – unaware that he was being forcibly shifted from one plane to another. As the pillar of light crashed down upon the strange red planet of Mars, time once more seemed to start for the man in white. Before he could exclaim any further into his irritated message, his eyes noticed the change in environment. With an exasperated tone, he uttered out the final word;

“Fucking….Asshole.”

Situated within one corner of what looked like an open air complex, Mazono took a brief moment to examine the landscape before him – all the while maintaining the ten foot translucent field consistently generating from his body. The concrete structures and openings gave the appearance of what may have once been a warehouse? No. the contours and design wasn’t the same. It almost gave the appearance of an ancient arena like the coliseum of old Rome. Unlike the Romans however, this one had no seating arrangements that he could see to allow for spectators.

A familiar beep caused him to draw his attention once more to his phone. There was no longer a connection with HQ, however on the screen he could see a single message sent to him directly by Matsunagi; “I’ve sent you to pick up a potential new operative for your unit. Do try and keep things…professional? He’s unaware of my interests.”

Of course. Out of the frying pan and into the fire so they say. Mazono sighed and, as he went to place the mobile device back into his pants pocket – he found himself blocked by a newly generated White Trenchcoat. Reaching up, Mazono once more felt the familiar comfort of the Fedora ever present. A smile crossed his lips. While he did indeed have some issues with his boss, Jhieten always managed to find a way to impress him. A flash of light caused him to turn his attention to the area opposite of him, illuminated embers of red and bluish whites flittering above the square box obstruction blocking a clear line of sight to this potential recruit.

He had his orders, bring this kid back. Simple enough, though knowing Jhieten the rest of the message was probably a warning about some volatile nature or another. Taking nothing to chance, Mazono expanded his Thunder Dome outward from its normal ten to its maximum thirty-yard radius. Simultaneously, the several canisters of Iron Sand attached to his belt would bloat and burst releasing his potent Iron Sand onto the floor all around him. As if suddenly made aware of it, Mazono would raise his left hand up into firing position, his Ratifier having yet to be put back into his holsters. It was assumed by him that whatever sciencey bullshit Jhieten did to get him here and replace his favored clothing had probably replaced the ammunition in his weapons as well.

Locked and Loaded, let’s hope he’s not shy! I wanna meet this kid!”

FF7: SOLDIER [Always Accepting More Creative Writers!]

In the sense of the Turks, will you be wanting them played as classic Turks? Kind of like a Secret Service to the SHIN-RA Power Company? More like the separation of the CIA vs the Main Military?

[TZDL2017] Junction vs Decoy - Semi Finals

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Availability: Fri Sat and Sun: 12pm - 12am

Normally I'd have more time, but my Itinerary for work came in and I have more than a few things requiring my attention this week and next. However, tonight I will have my Intro up

[TZDL2017] Drifting Pollen vs Decoy - Quarterfinals

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[TZDL2017] Drifting Pollen vs Decoy - Quarterfinals

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[TZDL2017] Drifting Pollen vs Decoy - Quarterfinals

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[TZDL2017] Drifting Pollen vs Decoy - Quarterfinals

The maelstrom of chaos played out mostly as anticipated. Spheres of intense destructive force had surged forward at the command of two exploding golden figures. The scene orchestrated as carefully as the one who had set it all up had hoped. The instigator of the chamber’s sudden maelstrom of dust and stone watched with vested interest through enhanced perceptions. The soft glow of electrons emanating from his single iris.

The trajectory of his attack hadn’t angled as he’d hoped, the larger spread of spheres having surged too far forward a large majority missing their intended target almost entirely as they sped towards the south-eastern most pillar closest to the entrance to the pyramid’s interior chamber. Debris flew in all directions as the impacts caused a cacophony of sound to fill the room. The second set of spheres, reaching their target simultaneous to the other assortment, had a much more interesting effect that. The spherical shape of the strange shadow-stuff that had split earlier from its main mass was peppered by the barrage of soccer-ball shaped spheres.

The barrage caused the mini-fields of crimson energy to come into contact with the spheroid before the physical portion of the attack did. As before, the dark mass spread out to encapsulate and squash out the potential of the field it first came in contact with. However, unlike before, the energy field’s unique frequency, the cause of the red glow surrounding the spheres, began to shear the dark stuff and eradicate it unlike the first Zeus Cannon round with its basic field. The magnitude of spheres focused in that area brought with it a similar amount of red energy that would rip and tear at the orb like a hot knife through butter. It didn’t take long for the strangely separated shape to be ripped and burned until nothing remained; effectively being destroyed completely by the unique field generated by Mazono’s volcanic waveband.

That moment however, was not seen as a flutter of movement caught the auburn-haired individual, forcing him to focus his attention on the now rising darkness. Its ascent was barely visible at first - illuminated only by the golden images of Mazono and the persistent light generated by the spheres of electrical energy that had released their fury not even a second prior, though hidden for the moment by the obstruction – yet as the angled aerial maneuver continued, the form of the compacted darkness became far more visible as its position cleared the defensive cover of the Pillar the miasma had remained behind prior. Through his enhanced perception, the Shroud may as well have been moving in slow motion. Through his eye, he witnessed all he had to.

As debris flew through the air, several assorted pieces of varying size seemed to pepper the surface of the strange apparition with granite stones. Much like it had with his earlier attacks, the cloud of pitch seemed to writhe and move around the objects coming into contact with it, its forward momentum slowing. It was at this moment Mazono would strike hard and without abandon. After all, what was the point in preparing his weapons for their attack if he wasn’t intent on using them? His actions occurred before him, so swiftly – he barely noticed they seemed to occur at the same time the shroud slowdown in response to the falling threats.

The twin fire-arms, both having been in position and ready to fire since his earlier maneuver, filled the air with a loud CRACK as their potent caliber types flew from their chambers at speeds unreal. The ZC round would of course take the lead as it was the faster of the two rounds, it’s enlarged VERTBRINIUM mass emitting a glowing reddish hue, the same as the spheres used in the previous assault. The projectile soared towards the large black mass’ center (more discernable from the compact design of the cloud). Much like the earlier use of this weapon, the energy field coating the round would of course come into contact with the black mass before the physical round would – but unlike earlier, the bluish white hue was replaced with the crimson opalescence. The second weapon, the Ratifier, fired two bullets from its unique barrel. While not unlike the earlier attack with said weapon, this time the rounds had also been coated in the same unique defensive field as the ZC Round. The red glow more intense around the smaller projectiles as they followed behind their larger predecessor. This shot was aimed slightly ahead of the ZC shot, causing the Ratifier’s first and second rounds to impact slightly to the side of the ZC round's initial impact and one more right next to it for a maximum spread of damage.

Occurring at the same time, as if triggered by the release of the ballistics, one of the three remaining golden copies seemed to change as the visage’s appearance distorted into a golden bolt of lightning. The stream of brilliant radiance surged forward at the whim of its creator, accelerating and maneuvering into position to impact against the darkness hesitating in its escape. The timing of the simultaneous attacks would cause two unique obstacles for the defensive mass, threatening to overwhelm its writhing form. Before the first portion of the energy field encapsulating the ZC round would potentially come in contact with the darkness, the stream of energy would reach its destination first. As the once former golden decoy would come within inches of making contact, an explosion of searing heat, accompanied by an ever-growing blinding sphere of golden electrical discharge, would expand upon the shadow's obfuscous form; it would continue to grow by the second, attempting to power its way through the haze and cause intense damage.

Mazono, of course, was unaware of the passengers within this darkened miasma nor of its original intended desire to launch a counter-offensive – the act of which was now threatened by this assault. So far, the moving pitch had done a fantastic job at keeping pressure on him, as well as fending off his mighty attacks. Yet none of it seemed to bother the former man in white. While unaware of his barrage’ effectiveness on the separated piece of shroud, Mitsu wasn’t taking anything to chance again as the iron sand that had been gathering at the tip of his feet continued to amass more and more – propagating at an exponential rate. It wouldn’t take long until the sand used for his barrage would be replaced by new iron sand particulates. The sound of twisting leather once more filled his ears as too did a barely audible hum (Audible only to him) as he readied his defensive tactics once more in preparation to the shadow’s attacks that may be to come.

A flutter of movement from his sealed eye, as the lid lifted; once more exposing the retina to the stale air of the chamber. At first, the view from seemed partially blurred out of the targeted socket, but as the electric surge of the neuron burst began to show once more through the iris, the temporary damage caused by the shadow’s unique use of light seemed mostly restored. As his newly restored sight once again remained focused on the task at hand, Mazono couldn’t help but feel the familiar thrill. That moment when death’s hand threatens to overtake you, and that moment you deny it’s cold embrace…it was irresistible. The curious nature of the world never ceased to amaze him, and it was in this moment – this singular moment in time and space – that nothing in this moment felt as alive as he did right now. His body tense like an animal, ready to dart and move in this direction or that in response to a need. The thrill….it was intoxicating.

[TZDL2017] Drifting Pollen vs Decoy - Quarterfinals

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[TZDL2017] Drifting Pollen vs Decoy - Quarterfinals

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