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Current "An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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@ZxyxZemon Alright, I suppose he's ready. Check him out and let me know.
I've been working on this most of the morning and afternoon. @vancexentan thanks for the heads up but turns out, Provoke won't be that involved with the Heaven's Arena scene, he's simply living in his mother's penthouse. Towards the end of this CS I got ultra tired but I wanted to at least finish the rough-draft. When I feel a little more refreshed, I'll look over it again, make corrections where needed, and flesh it out where I started slacking. Anyway, I present, Provoke Woogong.

Kishimoto Arcade, Local Tournament.
@Crimson Lion - The Metal Devil

In what felt like a moment lost in eternity, Ryoichi coolly scrutinized his situation. The Leos slid back slowly, raising their beam rifles. 'They were used to working in a team,' he thought, eyes narrowing on his visual display. 'Probably all they've ever known too. Let's shake their worlds' up, Baelstrom.'

He knew for one that his Baelstrom's speed was top-notch, its Builder made sure it was capable of keeping up with his reactionary skills. The only question left now was how good was his opponents. The Virgos's barriers came to life, a thin yet effective energy shield to protect both the Virgos and Leos. And yet... Ryoichi could see and feel his victory. All that was left was to make it reality.

The Baelstrom dove towards the two Virgos energy shield, and with precision, shot four rounds from his beam handgun--two aimed at each of the Virgos's Planet Defensor mechanisms, before sharply pushing on the Divine Striker's thrusters; jagging off to the left at its max-speed. Ryoichi, fluid with his controls had already replaced his handgun for his beam saber. The green blade hissed and as he zagged right, behind and across the Virgos he opted to bisect them both from hip to torso.

He doubted highly that anyone could keep up with his Baelstrom using Leos and Virgos. He was being cocky, of that much he was certain. Even still, he had a plan and it needed executing without hesitation. So he maneuvered his suit to the ground, grinding to a halt within view of the Leos. A few flicks of his wrist and taps of his fingers, transformed the Divine Striker pack into its Grappling Mode. The demonic looking arm, gave the Baelstrom a terrifying visage. In the same motion, Baelstrom ripped a tree from its place in the ground and chucked it towards the Dark Red Virgo, if only to distract him and the Leos from his next movements.

With the tree soaring, The Baelstrom reequipped his beam handgun and fired powerful rounds towards the Leos, aiming for the cockpit and heads. If things went according to plan, though they rarely did, he was suppose to meet the Dark Red Virgo head-on. Grappling Mode shifted back to Flight Mode and he rushed off to meet the assumed Leader. The Trikeros Kai held gingerly in front of him, his handgun firing sporadically to control the Dark Red Virgo's movements of escape.
@ZxyxZemon Got an idea brewing for happy-go-lucky pseudo-Gon type. He grew up with his Dad but after he died his estranged Mom took him in. Turns out she lives on 251st Floor of Heavens Arena. She's the current champion of Battle Olympia but because of her natural whimsical nature, she's never there. I think we can see where this is going... don't have everything concrete yet. But once I settle down and really start digging in, I'm sure it'll all come rather quickly.
Gonna just lurk and express an excitement for HxH. Also an interest. I'll likely work on a character on my day off.
Hexagonal Chamber - O'Menus

O'Menus had dealt with Aureia before, her dealings in treasure and gold trinkets were valuable yet this new haughty side of her was an irritant. 'These Gods mistake themselves to be my equal. This is why tolerance is earned not given.' The heat in his left hand surged with more effort than desired. Containing his ire was especially difficult, so much in fact that he became even tenser, if that was possible. He gave the Gods more leeway than mortals but not much. The core of his existence didn't allow room for disagreements to his wishes. The muscles of his jaw tightened, another sign of his attempts to wrestle down his combative nature.

Aureia's words towards the end, which felt to him to be a shot at his actions, folded his arms even tighter against his chest. The contradiction between his desires and actions, sent a wispy flame from his cheek. A quick warning, if nothing else. He rolled his neck and grunted. The horned Goddess's honeyed chiding vexed him into a fit. Who was she to lecture him, in fact, who were they to rebuke his rulings. Even the Gods could die apparently, which meant they could be slain should one supreme deity will it so.

'Refrain yourself. You are weakened with little knowledge of the others' current strength.' Even still, the tips of his left fingers came alive with sputtering flames.

And as his eyes met each of them while they prattled on and over the short insignificant life of the mortal, he noticed... rather felt the intent of the Tailed-Goddess. She was an animal ready to pounce. A crude, barbaric thing dreaming that it could face a God King. "Enough," he uttered, even though only a few seconds had passed. It was obvious something had shifted in his demeanor. He was ready for war. His arms came unfurled, each was taunt, his hands were shaped like grasping claws. The left, after massive resolve, blazed to life and crawled up his forearm. The roar of his flames brought a terrible heat with it.

"Three chances is too generous for you 'lot. I have neither the patience or desire to wait... I'm doing this my way," he told them, stepping forward, ready to retaliate if necessary.

Yet, he paused unexpectedly. His gaze shifting as voices started to parade beyond them all. Then a desperate voice resounded clearly. 'Priestess?' he pondered, looking dispassionate at the frail speck. 'So she's not as insignificant as I first presumed.'

O'Menus stepped forward with little malice in his stride. A ruler strode forth with obvious, deliberate intent. Anyone that stood between him and the stairway would cause him to pause but be met with little interest. "We have our answers now," he told the others, heading towards the voices to see what was beyond the Hexagonal Chamber. The closer he came, the lower the flames on his arms died out.
Hexagonal Chamber - O'Menus
@Click This

The feel of him bruising flesh was instant and satisfying. The fact that his ordain action to wake the girl had not been carried out, had demanded he strike again. Without thought two more quick-kicks were loosed then he noticed them. The martyr, the rescuer, and the observers. Even if his original target had been cradled up by other, softer Gods... old habits struggled to be contained. The little heat he could muster was beginning manifest itself in the room.

"Cease this you idiots, I need answers. Now. Our only clues is her and this room. The latter of which leads to her," he explained between gritted teeth, muscles tense and fingers taunt. He had the mind to give the Time Goddess one more kick but stopped himself. The idea that his meager strength, which at one point could subjugate the very sun, had not completely cremated the object of his disdain was frustrating. That, coupled with the rallying Gods opposing his methods brought him to a reluctant pause.

Thoughtfully, though assuredly he must've appeared on the edge of a cold and bloody war, O'Menus stepped away from the others and relented. He wouldn't admit aloud but it was Aureia who had cemented his decision. If not the only God he considered of value, so to say. He crossed his arms over his chest, raised his eyes to the slumbering mortal, and became all the words, feelings, and definitions for Ruler.

Directing his low voice to Aureia, O'Menus replied, "Those pieces were less gold and more scraps when I awoken." Then, "You all have three chances, Aureia. Afterwards, I'll wake her myself." Unknowingly, lest they were particularly observant, O'Menus begun to direct and store heat to the palm of his left hand.
My post is up @VitaVitaAR. Hopefully I hadn't interfered with anyone else idea.
Hexagonal Chamber - O'Menus

The tiny itch in his brain, rather the jewel of his being had begun to subside with the hardening of his memories. The, what he felt was unnatural, widening of his eyes begun to narrow with apathy. With a loose sense of understanding that he forced to mean everything and nothing. The questions did not matter, though plenty were popping through the light haze of his mental. He glanced around at the room slowly, took in his surroundings. There were others with him; he cared for none of them.

He inhaled deeply, searching for that preternatural organ he called his own, and felt a sliver of heat rise within. The alien wetness of his skin and hair dried in tails of gray smoke off his ebon-skin. The gold bands tight around his arms were olden, so he ripped them off with more effort than expected. That pulled a loud tsk' from him, 'Disgusting. What is this madness?' he snarled.

Fortunately the loose, wide sash holding onto his dark airy trousers, were frayed but acceptable. His straw sandals however were disposable, so he slid out of them and continued up the stairs to the center of the room. There, at the middle of everything, he had come to discover was a pale girl, obviously ill and horrendously mortal, he presumed. Without a moments hesitation or thought, he strolled up to the prone girl, drew his foot back, and aimed to kick the poor thing awake. He hoped that his weakened strength could still break a few ribs.

'I demand answers!' he thought, the extent of his extreme displeasure appearing as a downward pull on his lips. "Wake up!" he growled.
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