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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

So here's the next upcoming arcs, everyone! I've hashed this out with STK before, so it should be alright on the official side of things. Once again, it's two from me and others from I don't know where... but at this point in the RP, if you have something you want your character to do, just ask us and we can help you do it!!

It's a bit of a free-form section in between our major story-arcs, and the previous RP worked something like this in the first place too... So if you don't like the current plots, don't mind them and just try to have fun!

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Lord Kiburi's Wonderful Team Building Exercise!

Lord Kiburi has taken an interest in the powerful students who showed up to destroy the plans of Dr. Nightman. He has arranged some kind of formal training excursion for a select group of students. Invitations and enquiries have appeared through the proper channels, but this is Lord Kiburi after all. His definition of "formal" has always been... rather loose. Who knows what exactly is going to take place there...

[GM Notes] This arc is open to a few participants! While I won't want to spoil too much, the door is open for two 'sides' so to speak. A protagonist side and an antagonist side. One slot for the protagonists side is reserved for Chinami, the ghostly super-being currently being played by @Lewascan2! Because it is a continuation of the Therapy arc, I'd originally wanted Rev from @Dezuel and Ken from @Letter Bee as well, but Letter Bee has expressed he wants Ken doing something else in the meantime.

On the antagonist's side is going to be at least one slot filled out by me, but I will add a couple other characters there if need be! If you feel like your character is the best of the best, and is likely to have caught the eye of Lord Kiburi, feel free to volunteer them for this arc!

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A normal day at St. Laurel's...

It's just an ordinary day at St. Laurel's. The classes have yet to begin. The sun is shining on the massive campus, with happy students milling about, attending to their morning club duties or simply hanging out with friends. Nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. That being said, there is a small celebration that had decided to be enjoyed on this fateful day. Founder's Day, a celebration for the founder of St. Laurel's School of Divine Excellence. Not something to even skip classes over, a school assembly in the middle of the day and that would be all.

The more troublesome clubs are being kept under close scrutiny by the St. Laurel's Disciplinary Committee. Surely, nothing is going to happen under their stalwart supervision! And surely nothing that could end up rousing the entire school in the process...

[GM Notes] This is the designated arc for ALL St. Laurel's currently in play in the RP! But don't let the ominous description disturb you!! This is intended to just be a slice-of-life arc for the most part, to introduce your various characters in a more natural setting than the previous arcs might've had! You can have your characters talking to their friends, or going out and making them!!

Take the chance for some player interaction as well if you so desire!!

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@KillamriX88 @supertinyking

Hey lads, mind giving these a formal approval? I know I'm a GM and all, but like still. I'm going to use them in the next arcs. Speaking of which... I should probably post what they're going to be...

Kilik Daltine

Name: Kilik Daltine

Nickname/s: God(self-proclaimed), the Daltine Heir

School/Grade: St. Laurel's Academy of Divine Excellence, 3rd year

Age: 17

Personality: To others, Kilik may seem like sarcasm and arrogance personified, and this is the truth. Although, not as he sees it. He hails from a family of immense wealth and influence, and he sees it as his duty to carry himself as such. There are many reasons he acts this way, and some may be of a far more noble character than you would think to ascribe to the young heir. But to all he cares not to off-load his worries to, he is no more and no less than what he appears to be, and that is quite the acceptable image to be held up to.

Gift/Origin: Kilik’s gift, and the gifts of all in the Daltine family hail from the Underworld. The land of Death, where souls go to be detained for judgment at the end of eternity, and also a place of untold riches waiting to be claimed. They are the God Given custodians of this wealth. Each of their gifts concerns a mineral or material of incredible value which can be extracted from the earth.

Backstory: The Daltine family is a family of massive influence. In the old days, they were the de facto arbiters of wealth in not just Rhea, but the world. Gold, silver, precious stones, all could be summoned at a whim by the old masters of the Daltine family. Back in those days, the Daltine family was well aware of this influence and sought to be impartial adjudicators. As the ages have come and gone, currency moved away from purely material values.

Labor became the new form of value, and as paper currency began to become the main measure of wealth, the Daltine family were content to step away from their previous role as arbiters of currency. But the absolute stranglehold they had on the earth’s riches was never going to go away.

They control the Gold and Silver standard. It would be a simple matter for them to eradicate the fortunes of entire families, by simply summoning more gold and silver from the earth and selling it. Perhaps it’s not that simple in practice, but if the Daltine family wishes it they can also make veins of silver and gold dry up as if they were never there to begin with.

Everything under the earth is theirs to command.

Surely this would mean members of the Daltine family would have been targeted repeatedly for robbery or assassination, yes? Assassination was a given until the Daltine family decided to rescind their long held control in the modern day.

Robbery was, and still is completely unthinkable when it comes to the Daltine family. The riches of the Underworld, it isn’t simply a myth which they came up with to justify their abilities. The riches they extract from the earth are cursed. They all bear the taint of death upon them, and taking such riches without their authorization shall unleash the curse upon you.

Misfortune will befall you until you release the riches you had plundered. The reputation of ‘Daltine Gold’ is well known, even now amongst elite circles. No one will buy it from you. The best you can do is to trade it as quickly as possible to some unlucky fool before the misfortune crashes down on your head. If you haven’t gotten one of the bad curses.

The Daltine family has some ritual to cleanse their riches, but they are understandably tight-lipped about it. Kilik Daltine, as the young heir of the family is privy to all of this, and more. ‘God’. He has called himself that a few times.

In jest of course, but the shape of the modern world could lie in the palm of his hands if he simply wished to reach out and take it. In this world, money could buy strength. He can buy friendship, or enemies if he so desires. His footsteps shine, but it seems nothing else around him shines just as brightly yet.

Perhaps he’ll find what he’s looking for in the glimmer of tomorrow’s sunrise.

Core Power: Treasury of the Underworld - Gems
Kilik has been blessed with the power to summon precious gems and minerals from the earth. They surface at his feet from time to time, and he gains an awareness of these gems once they surface. As his power hasn’t been well developed, he can only summon small chunks of these gems and minerals, small enough to fit between his fingers if he held them up. They come in many varieties, and he can select a specific one to summon, but the quantity depends on the distance the minerals would have to travel.

• Sub-power: All of Hell’s Curses, Yours Eternally
  The gems Kilik summons come straddled with a variety of curses. They don’t correspond to any particular gem or mineral and are instead distributed randomly amongst them. Kilik can identify what curse a gem has upon seeing it or touching it. Some noteworthy curses are listed below;
  
  Curses, expand to list

  Curse of Desire - Holders of the gem suffer no immediate effects. But occasionally a thought will intrude into their minds. Touch the gem. A simple urging, but one that does not seem to go away no matter how hard someone may try. Upon making contact with the gem however, their fist will enclose around it and the gem will begin to radiate searing heat.
  
  Curse of Greed - A simple curse. The gem when picked up will seem to feel a little heavier than it should be. This sensation will increase over time, until the weight seems unbearable and the person can no longer hold it. The gem will not seem to weigh anything other than what it should to other people.
  
  Curse of Misfortune - Outcomes never seem to go your way. It seems to start off with minor things, like always being stuck at a red light, light bulbs shorting out around you. But things can quickly turn deadly; traffic accidents, signs falling, you never know. The Daltine family likes to cause as little trouble as possible, and this curse is very much a troublesome one to clean up after.
• Sub-power: All of Hell’s Curses, At My Discretion
  Kilik has an unusual ability to control his curses. He can choose to suppress the curse for a time for any given gem he has in his hands. Note that this is different to removal of the curse, the curse will re-activate at any time Kilik chooses. A single gem can only have a single curse, but Kilik can exchange one curse for another as long as he has a gem with that curse in his other hand.
• Sub-power: All of Hell’s Curses, Enraptured in Brilliance
  Kilik’s unusual ability to control his curses has led to a strange new power, which may be specific to his ability to summon Gems as opposed to the less tensile, more malleable metals his family often summon. He can cause the Curse within a gem to swell and expand, straining at its confines until it eventually explodes. The explosion has certain properties depending on the curse it contained within it, each one acting as a temporary, but potent version of each curse’s final manifestation. The Curse of Greed for example, when Enraptured causes all people who are caught in the light to be weighed down for a short time. It takes a few moments for Kilik to build the pressure necessary to activate the ability. This takes time and focus, and he can possibly be interrupted if his will is not up to the task.

Salaman Erkinaan Alderan

Name: Salaman Erkinaan Alderan

Nickname/s: None that he would want to admit to…

School/Grade: Lord Kiburi's School for the Truly Exceptional, 1st year

Age: 15

Height: 5’ 6”

Appearance: He has red hair and wears his school uniform most of the time, with the addition of an enchanted scarf which protects from fire. The school uniform might be hard to recognize because many students of Lord Kiburi’s don’t bother wearing it, but he will assure you he is wearing it properly.

Personality: A little milquetoast. There are many wild and colorful personalities that line the halls of Lord Kiburi’s Academy for the Truly Exceptional, but Salaman Erkinan Alderan is simply not one of them. He would admit to having an affinity for quieter spaces, and he would most certainly not admit to being afraid of the loud ones. One of the rules of Lord Kiburi’s Academy after all is as stated; don’t be a wimp. He has to try very hard not to be caught in disregard of this rule.

Bio: Salaman Erkinan Alderan bears a heavy name, and an even heavier destiny. He inherits the name of heroes. His family’s legacy is that of myths and legends. He is their first-born son, he bears the responsibility of their ancient legacy. The Ancient Evil was pushed back to enclaves around the world during the War for the Heavens. But while the Ancient Evil remained in existence at all, it would have to be sealed so that it could not possibly harm any living thing. This seal took the form of Magic, as while the Ancient Evil had the power to destroy the Gods and their constructs, Magic which was created in collaboration between Humans and Gods could not be corroded by the Ancient Evil.

There would need to be guardians to oversee these seals. These Guardians would have to pass down their duty until the threat posed by the Ancient Evil was fully eradicated beyond the shadow of a doubt.

The line of Alderan is an unbroken line of one of these ancient protectors. They uphold this duty to the modern day. Until death, they protect the seal. Nowadays ‘death’ usually happens to be of old age though. The threat of the Ancient Evil has long been one that exists only in history books. Truth be told, though they still revere their oath, and understand the potential catastrophe that could occur if they were ever to break it, they’ve become… a little loose with the rules so to speak. Only in certain areas, of course.

They would never dream of being lax in their duties, but the rules for informing their descendants about their all-important task have been a little… stretched. For example, Salaman’s father, the current heir of the Seal of Flame, the Alderan’s charge, informed him properly of the whole circumstances of their God-sworn duty about three days before his fifteenth birthday.

“I was supposed to tell you about it on your fifteenth birthday, but this is close enough probably,” Salaman’s father had said over a fantastic dinner of Rigatoni alla Gricia, with garlic bread. His family was there as well, and a few cousins and uncles/aunts that had decided to come over for dinner that day. Salaman hadn’t had any knowledge of their sacred duty prior to this day. He would take a note later that the casual delivery of the line; “I don’t think the world is going to die if you’re not ready to take over or anything, but you should probably take the preparations seriously when it comes around,” didn’t really seem to match the gravity of the situation.

That incident was about 3 months ago at this point and Salaman still doesn’t know how to feel about this new destiny of his. There’s still quite some time before he has to take up the mantle. His father may be one of the first that will retire the role instead of protecting it until death, leaving Salaman to inherit it at a relatively young age, but that still won’t be for another decade at least.

He’s had to worry about making friends for his entire high school life in a school he wouldn’t have chosen if he had to choose. Besides that, just the normal high school things like making sure he gets good grades, and makes a lasting impression.

And now, this. Not to mention that it seems Lord Kiburi has taken some sort of interest in him. He seems to have plans for him, and his gift. Lord Kiburi and his father have long been friends, perhaps he has something in mind for the initiation his father told him about but Salaman hadn’t seen hide or hair since.

Or maybe… it was something else…?

Core Power: <Ancient Magic - Runecraft | Flame>
Salaman has inherited his family’s gift for Fire Magic, specifically in the use of Runes. Runes are an Ancient technique. A solidification of Magic Potential in the medium of Flame for the Alderan family. Spells crafted using Runes tend to last longer, and the Runes themselves have a tangible physical form. The art that the Alderan family specializes in is Runecraft, the weaving together of Runes in the likeness of objects and creatures from myth and legends. Salaman specializes in weaving creatures of myth together.

So far in his time learning the family magic, he has mastered the creation of three specific creatures. For each of his creatures, he must take the time to weave the runes together from scratch. There are several formulas he can apply to hasten the creation of these creatures, formulas for scribing several runes at once, but a spell of this level of complexity will take time no matter what.

• Sub-power: <Burn them, World Devouring Serpent!>
  This Runecrafted creature takes the form of a massive serpent of legend, said to have been long enough to wind around the world 6 times. Salaman’s version has a limit for the length it can really be crafted until it would end up falling apart under the complexity of its own rune structure. A snake has a very simple structure that repeats itself, so the serpent is relatively easy for Salaman to make.
  
  At his quickest, he could summon a small version of the snake in about one minute. It would only be long enough to wrap around one person. The snake will wrap around its target, and then it will unleash the flames contained within its runic construction, before cannibalizing them all and self-destructing in a fiery explosion.
• Sub-power: <Trample them! Mountain Crushing Giant!>
  This Runecrafted construct is based on an ancient automaton that was said to have defended a certain coastal kingdom’s borders once upon a time. Salaman’s best direct combat construct. It is capable of the same self-destruction abilities as the snake, but is far less agile so Salaman won’t tend to use it for that. At its shortest, it stands at 7 feet tall because of the required construction to make it move and listen to orders. At its tallest, it can rival a two-storey building.
  
  The more complex construction needs to allow tolerances for gravity and weight distribution. If he makes it much bigger, it would crush itself under its own weight. It can attack with its fists and body as a solid construct, but it can also unleash a stream of fire from its hands. It will not stop advancing until its body is fully destroyed, or Salaman unsummons it.
• Sub-power: <Revitalize! Eternal Phoenix!>
  This Runecrafted construct is based on ancient legends of a blazing bird, said to be immortal, that kindled flames down below as it flew through the sky. Unlike the others, Salaman is not as adept at creating this construct so he varies very little in its construction. He can only create the same pattern again and again, because of the complexity and esoteric conceptualization required.
  
  He has a chance to fail the summoning of this creature. He can always try again, but his magic reserves are finite. As a trade-off, it is his strongest summon. It has the ability to create a blazing firestorm in his immediate surroundings. Salaman would not be immune to the effects without his signature scarf, and his friends would not be so lucky if they were caught in its radius.
  
  This firestorm rekindles traces of Fire Magic still remaining in the area. If Salaman’s constructs are not fully destroyed before their rune formations collapse, the Phoenix can resurrect them to a stable version of whatever stage they happened to be before their disappearance. It will also repair their rune structure if it has been damaged but they are still alive.

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"Well that's up to you, do you want a manslaughter charge on your record?!?!" The announcer shouted back. "The kid's gone nuts but he's still a fucking kid! We have LAWS you know?!?!"

@Letter Bee

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Chaos. Rather inevitable, but a little bit better than having the rock be the one to trigger it. The announcer was desperately ushering evacuees towards designated fire exits. Tables were being knocked over in the rush, some students were flying and jumping to get away. Still, the announcer didn't miss the chance to comment on the 2nd biggest safety hazard in this room at the moment.

"You did NOT just fire that thing in this fucking establishment! Do you know how lucky you were that there were no kids back there?!"

The monster that stood in the middle of it all was watching the stump of what used to be its hand with an incomprehensible expression. It was on the ground as well on account of several high caliber rounds having pierced through its legs, but as it got up it seemed evident that though it had indeed been damaged, more muscle mass was swelling up to close the wounds. Slowly, it blinked, and then looked towards the source of the shooting.

Now this was a more recognizable expression; Anger. You could see the thing's muscles tense up all across its body. Veins bulging even further. Its legs were salvageable and the stump of its hand had even managed to staunch its own bleeding. But it seemed that hand would not be growing back.

It put its other hand on its thigh as it stomped the ground. As it crouched, bone pierced the skin where it was fractured, but muscle still held it all together. It built up power, and then it leapt.

"Oh no you don't!" The announcer shouted. He slammed his fist down on his announcer's table, and several thick walls of glass descended from the ceiling. Quick as a flash, ready for contingencies such as this it seemed. It didn't stop the giant completely, but the glass completely throttled its trajectory. It fell well short of its intended target/s, not only that but it fell relatively prone on the ground there.

But it would be rising soon.

@Spin the Wheel @Crowvette @Scarifar @KillamriX88 @Letter Bee @Dezuel

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The Final Fight

The crowd was waiting with bated breath for the final fight to begin. A total farce of a night, but a farce with a structure. Whoever was winning tonight would be remembered one way or another. They might not be walking away in one piece, but they would be a champion.

The fight started predictably enough. Michael, the more agile fighter seemed to have formed an initial gameplan around that idea. Perhaps, getting in close with quick strikes before darting out of range before his opponent could counter attack. He maybe abandoned whatever idea that happened to be when the counter attack came anyway, and the shockwave of it hitting the ground managed to crack the arena itself.

Say whatever you wanted to about Michael Angie, but at least in this moment he didn't miss his chance to adapt to the opponent. He immediately shifted his tactics, making the most out of his powers to slow his opponent down. Debuffing sigils in really annoying places, painting constructs to tank hits and hold him back.

Despite everything that'd happened so far tonight, it looked like they were well on their way to a standard tournament finish. The underdog was now very much overwhelmed. A power mismatch leading to a clear, and easy victory. Just like you would see on any other night. Only, with the heated emotions and riled up crowd that made every night interesting beyond compare.

They were cheering for his defeat. They wanted him to lose. Rage welled up in him. Anger welled up in him. Was this... was this his limit?! NO!

It was hard to determine what happened next. One minute, the fighter was buried under Michael's painting constructs, and then the next minute, the constructs were gone. In their wake was something completely unrecognizable.

A mass of muscle and flesh. The fighter beneath could barely be seen. And he was growing.

Something was wrong. Its head darted around, seemingly suddenly unaware of where it truly was right now. The music was still blaring. The audience looked on in shocked wonder. Some of them, perhaps fear. Then he sighted him. The person he'd fought in the beginning of all this. Some flicker of recognition seemed to pass through him.

But something had broken. Its head twitched, twisted, and raised to the sky, howling in pain, before throwing a thunderous blow right into the arena, cracking it into several pieces. He hefted a large chunk of the floor below and aimed.

Warriors. If you have any perception of what is about to occur, now is the time to act.
@Spin the Wheel @Crowvette @Scarifar @KillamriX88 @Letter Bee @Dezuel

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@Aqutanama Oop I messed up the tag I think.

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[@Aquatanama] Woo yeah, sorry for taking so long to respond but you're good to go by my standards. I'm not technically the full GM, (bah, kind of only half a Co-GM at this point) but the lads do trust my judgement usually. If there's no vetoes, then by tomorrow I think you can go ahead and put him in the characters tab.

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Despite the controversy of the surrounding events, it could not be said that the audience there at Midnight didn't appreciate the drama at hand. Nothing was more fun than seeing a plan go so awfully awry. Upset after upset, raised voices and friendships ended all around them. And now the fight of all fights.

To say that this looked even was an understatement. The new challenger was strong, yes, but this was Suzakura Plagerzes, 'The Degenerator'. Plenty of people entered the Midnight Tournament simply to have fun, and wouldn't mind losing if it meant a good fight. Suzakura was not one to entertain the idea of a "good fight". It was almost unfair how his gifts had been tuned for 1 on 1 combat. He could adapt to any fighter, and any fighting style, if he wanted to.

A regular, and a regular pain in the ass for the patrons of Midnight.

The match could not have seemed more lopsided. 'Seemed' being the noteworthy word here. It was just a moment later that the fan (dis)favored was flying through the air, 16 feet and straight through the announcer's table, which held upon it a nice glass of scotch he had planned to drink later.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!" He said.

He could barely be heard above the roar of the crowd. The winner of the match seemed rather obvious at this point. The challenger stood, seemingly none the worse for wear, but something was clearly wrong. He seemed to be moving sluggishly, and the audience couldn't be too sure but his muscle mass seemed like it had increased even more. He staggered away from the arena without so much as a glance at the carnage behind him.

One more match. And then it would be time for the finals.

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Midnight - Escalation

The cheers went on for the last fight that had occurred long after the next two fighters had stepped onto the plate. It was always a spectacle to see a fight like that, not to mention the winner in question. The fight had long been over by the time the next two fighters stepped up to the stage. By comparison, they weren't anything to write home about. One was a regular who had always done semi-well, and in fact this was probably his best run yet. On the other side was a friend of his, who was also a regular, but had always seemingly struggled.

Their power sets were rather basic. And not too strong from what people remembered. Not exactly names to carry a title fight, so to speak. They exchanged some words, and it was on to the battle. And then it was over.

One moment there had been Gods knows how little people watching the fight, and then the favored combatant was sailing through the air, headed straight for, and going straight through a nearby table. Certainly a feet considering the tables were placed a little far away exactly for this kind of occurrence.

Drinks flew, outfits were ruined. Shouts, a little bit of panic, but not too much. But now, silence, and all eyes were on the stage. At least for the next few moments. The previously thought underdog was standing there with not even a scratch on him. Muscles bulging. His veins were visible. Something seemed off here.

But there was no time to really consider it, as the next fight was supposed to be underway soon. The victor of the bout stepped off the stage and seemed to vanish into the crowd as students parted for him. Well, as well as one could vanish on a night like this. He could be found and talked to if someone were to look, that was beyond doubt, but whether that would be wise would be a different question.

Amongst the many concerned faces in the crowd, surely there would be someone who knew either of the two combatants who could shed light on what exactly just occurred. But perhaps no one would really care either. This was Midnight after all, you asked questions with your fists and found answers with your own bodies. Surely this combatant wouldn't be that bad, right...?

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Here's the map for incursion rendered in glorious MS Paint format