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Capricious Jane Doe
STATUS: I've got a heart ful of burning courage and it's telling me to turn your face into hamburger. 9 yrs ago
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I've got a heart ful of burning courage and it's telling me to turn your face into hamburger.
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9 yrs ago
I'd dip you in gold to commomerate the moment if I thought you wouldn't make an ugly trophy.
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9 yrs ago
I'm the Karrem Abdul-Jabbar of high tier sparring. I'm just going to deny your fancy reality manipulating powers every time and take you back to school with the basics.
9 yrs ago
You absorbed all of my powers so now let's see you absorb my fist with your face.
9 yrs ago
How dare you call me a racial slur, I only told you to kill yourself twice.
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Born from the stars with an interminable desire to destroy them. What lies in store for our hero? Stay tuned and find out on the next episode of Space Pirate Starfall!
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“I had faith in your ability keep up that’s all,” Satori flashed a grin towards Eubeal.
Though the Princess of Darkness didn’t appear winded by her latest effort she was reluctant to attempt another large scale spell so soon. The APC would thunder on, slowly picking up speed into the upper seventies and beyond, uncaring for those insane three who had opted to ride atop it. Ghouls were little more than mulch beneath its treads, acid steaming off of its armored plates and thick treads to little or no effect, and even trees were smashed through with a shudder along the way.
Still the Pater kept up; just like the APC it was unlikely to be affected by those falling trees, which didn’t stop Satori from subtly judging the bulk to fall on around it. The alliance was over, if it had ever existed in the place, and there was no doubt in her mind that they were rapidly approaching another Shin-Ra showdown with the Primeval, one she intended to win definitively. For now she relegated herself to simply thumbing her nose at the beast, a wild sneer on her face even as she stared into its wide hateful eyes while the darkness pooled around her, she wasn’t out of power she was simply saving it for the right moment.
“It looks like our host is inviting us deeper,” she spies those nightmarish Nightmares splitting the mist and dashing through the burning treeline. They did not attack either, “Seems like we’ve got ourselves a regular Mexican Standoff.”
Though the Princess of Darkness didn’t appear winded by her latest effort she was reluctant to attempt another large scale spell so soon. The APC would thunder on, slowly picking up speed into the upper seventies and beyond, uncaring for those insane three who had opted to ride atop it. Ghouls were little more than mulch beneath its treads, acid steaming off of its armored plates and thick treads to little or no effect, and even trees were smashed through with a shudder along the way.
Still the Pater kept up; just like the APC it was unlikely to be affected by those falling trees, which didn’t stop Satori from subtly judging the bulk to fall on around it. The alliance was over, if it had ever existed in the place, and there was no doubt in her mind that they were rapidly approaching another Shin-Ra showdown with the Primeval, one she intended to win definitively. For now she relegated herself to simply thumbing her nose at the beast, a wild sneer on her face even as she stared into its wide hateful eyes while the darkness pooled around her, she wasn’t out of power she was simply saving it for the right moment.
“It looks like our host is inviting us deeper,” she spies those nightmarish Nightmares splitting the mist and dashing through the burning treeline. They did not attack either, “Seems like we’ve got ourselves a regular Mexican Standoff.”
“That’s the spirit,” Satori said with another more honest laugh and even Katana deigned to grind her black iron plates together with amusement. “Fortune favors the bold.”
In the distance there was snarling, there was growling, and the steady pound of charging feet getting closer and closer. For Satori the stampede was not so sudden, her dark vision was near perfect, enough that she had been able to make out the wretched form of the Primeval in the distance obfuscated only by the creatures desire to hide itself. The ghouls however were different. She saw them rise in their thousands such that they made the sweeping forest appear cramped. Then with a nod of her head Katana swept her bladed fingers low and cut the terrified horses.
“I hope you don’t mind if I show off now.” Satori jibed. “You're good, but you lack style...”
It wasn’t uncommon for members of the Knights Division to be overlooked by their enemies. After all the majority of them were men and women, ones who had made great sacrifices for great power, but at their core still very much human. Before monsters who could rearrange the stars and sing songs that brought the death of universes they appeared very small indeed and yet they survived every encounter to die another day. But sometimes being clever wasn’t enough, sometimes it was important to let the world know just how dangerous you were, and for Satori the answer was clear. The night was her domain and it was everywhere in these dreary woods and with a click of her tongue it came alive. Grasping hands appeared from every crack in the ground and foliage, every bend of the tree, every hovering cloud that darkened the earth below, even in the wake of the falling raindrops. They swept out in hundreds to catch ghouls by their stray limbs and sent them tumbling back, which in turn send them rolling along the floor and into their fellows, turning the stampede into something of an avalanche of bodies with broken limbs.
The automaton was busy swinging itself into the front seat of the APC and pressing its metal to the pedal. With a start the engine revved and the metal box leapt forward, leaving a shower of red panel in its wake as it went, straight towards the two-headed ghoul. Already burdened by the overgrown deer head a mass of tangling hands had snatched its ankles and were looking to toss it onto its back. Just in time for the all-terrain vehicle to drive its treads into the flesh of its head and climb mount ghoul with all the ease of a sand dune.
Of course the ghouls were still around, she hadn’t done a damn thing about that, they were just doing their best three stooges act at the moment and it was about to get better. Along the way Satori reached behind her back and grabbed the child sized warhammer hanging over her back and swept it around, its head was a single solid block of metal and the runes carved along the flat were in an alien language not yet known to Guild Space, while she leaned out of her seat and grasped at the railing to intercept the large rock with her hammer. The Solar Hammer was not the real deal but it was more than enough to shatter the stone and generate enough momentum to begin channeling Quaking Fire, which promptly fed its way into the shadows beneath the APC and traveled through them, out there in the forest a thousand shadows spat liquid fire that in itself traveled through the natural heat-generating reactions of the ghouls, and in an instant the Plague Forest went up in flames. Those ghouls that were directly affected by the tumble would likely be reduced to ash by the trailing liquid fire while the rest of them were to be set alight by proximity alone. Even the weight of the rain was not enough to stop the rampaging fire.
It was not a stretch to say that, in an instant this dark and dreary night was suddenly a very muggy and blindingly bright day. Of course ghouls were ghouls, even if hundreds of them died there were still thousands with their flesh melting off, using the last moments of their life to charge forward before their limbs snapped and their muscles melted away. But they would have to catch up with the APC now moving along at a solid fifty miles per hour and rolling right over everything in its path. And then there was Satori who, slithered away from her seat and now standing on top of the transport with her hammer sheathed and her arms folded.
“You’ll have to try harder than that to get one up on me, Primeval!” She roared into the darkness, well aware that she was now picking the same fight she had asked Eubeal not to.
In the distance there was snarling, there was growling, and the steady pound of charging feet getting closer and closer. For Satori the stampede was not so sudden, her dark vision was near perfect, enough that she had been able to make out the wretched form of the Primeval in the distance obfuscated only by the creatures desire to hide itself. The ghouls however were different. She saw them rise in their thousands such that they made the sweeping forest appear cramped. Then with a nod of her head Katana swept her bladed fingers low and cut the terrified horses.
“I hope you don’t mind if I show off now.” Satori jibed. “You're good, but you lack style...”
It wasn’t uncommon for members of the Knights Division to be overlooked by their enemies. After all the majority of them were men and women, ones who had made great sacrifices for great power, but at their core still very much human. Before monsters who could rearrange the stars and sing songs that brought the death of universes they appeared very small indeed and yet they survived every encounter to die another day. But sometimes being clever wasn’t enough, sometimes it was important to let the world know just how dangerous you were, and for Satori the answer was clear. The night was her domain and it was everywhere in these dreary woods and with a click of her tongue it came alive. Grasping hands appeared from every crack in the ground and foliage, every bend of the tree, every hovering cloud that darkened the earth below, even in the wake of the falling raindrops. They swept out in hundreds to catch ghouls by their stray limbs and sent them tumbling back, which in turn send them rolling along the floor and into their fellows, turning the stampede into something of an avalanche of bodies with broken limbs.
The automaton was busy swinging itself into the front seat of the APC and pressing its metal to the pedal. With a start the engine revved and the metal box leapt forward, leaving a shower of red panel in its wake as it went, straight towards the two-headed ghoul. Already burdened by the overgrown deer head a mass of tangling hands had snatched its ankles and were looking to toss it onto its back. Just in time for the all-terrain vehicle to drive its treads into the flesh of its head and climb mount ghoul with all the ease of a sand dune.
Of course the ghouls were still around, she hadn’t done a damn thing about that, they were just doing their best three stooges act at the moment and it was about to get better. Along the way Satori reached behind her back and grabbed the child sized warhammer hanging over her back and swept it around, its head was a single solid block of metal and the runes carved along the flat were in an alien language not yet known to Guild Space, while she leaned out of her seat and grasped at the railing to intercept the large rock with her hammer. The Solar Hammer was not the real deal but it was more than enough to shatter the stone and generate enough momentum to begin channeling Quaking Fire, which promptly fed its way into the shadows beneath the APC and traveled through them, out there in the forest a thousand shadows spat liquid fire that in itself traveled through the natural heat-generating reactions of the ghouls, and in an instant the Plague Forest went up in flames. Those ghouls that were directly affected by the tumble would likely be reduced to ash by the trailing liquid fire while the rest of them were to be set alight by proximity alone. Even the weight of the rain was not enough to stop the rampaging fire.
It was not a stretch to say that, in an instant this dark and dreary night was suddenly a very muggy and blindingly bright day. Of course ghouls were ghouls, even if hundreds of them died there were still thousands with their flesh melting off, using the last moments of their life to charge forward before their limbs snapped and their muscles melted away. But they would have to catch up with the APC now moving along at a solid fifty miles per hour and rolling right over everything in its path. And then there was Satori who, slithered away from her seat and now standing on top of the transport with her hammer sheathed and her arms folded.
“You’ll have to try harder than that to get one up on me, Primeval!” She roared into the darkness, well aware that she was now picking the same fight she had asked Eubeal not to.
In all honesty that doesn't look like anything Satori can't handle even considering the missing pieces in her kit.
Satori is designed to scale to the enemy and though the language I chose for her powers is inoffensive if you read between the lines you'll catch hints of what I mean. If you're absolutely opposed to the character I can use another one but the majority of my characters follow the same philosophy of simple language and simple tactics to achieve diverse results. If you're looking for an opponent with more obvious forms of reality manipulating then I must inform you that they aren't me.
Satori is designed to scale to the enemy and though the language I chose for her powers is inoffensive if you read between the lines you'll catch hints of what I mean. If you're absolutely opposed to the character I can use another one but the majority of my characters follow the same philosophy of simple language and simple tactics to achieve diverse results. If you're looking for an opponent with more obvious forms of reality manipulating then I must inform you that they aren't me.
“Suit yourself, m’lady.” Satori finished with a tip of her hat and a derisive laugh like a knife through the air.
There was at least one other champion beyond Eleanor and Nergal within the APC but he had chosen to remain silent, if he was even there at all, he was a tricky one after all and for all she knew the dashing devil Corban could have assumed a guard position not unlike Eubeal. The APCs provided to the members of the Knights were spacious unlike a typical military vehicle but this was because most members of the division required some sort of pre-battle ritual whether it was Meteor’s love of building models or Nergal’s archaic blood rituals. Provided that their guests were willing to ignore his chanting they were in for a pleasant ride.
Not so for those on the outside.
A howl split through the mists and all eight horses jerked back in terror. Before they could Satori’s head whipped around and the air darkened around her while her eyes flashed crimson, a visual representation of her increasing fearful aura, barring the horses path with invisible fingers cold as death itself. Between the Princess of Darkness and the shambling ghouls the horses had no choice but to amble further into the forest, relying on Eubeal to defend them for the time being, well save one horse who passed out then and there. The big male stud was still strapped into his harness so the vines were unable to tug him away, creating a very awkward scene where he was simply dragged along while a dozen wooden tentacles groped his body, a few seconds later the beast would shamble back to its feet ever so awkwardly with bits of foamy phlegm still flecking its mouth.
“I wouldn’t recommend that, the beast is here for the same reason we are, I imagine.” Satori spoke towards Eubeal. While she was happy to let the reality bender deal with the ghouls she wasn’t intent on starting a fight with fear itself. Yes, she could feel its presence and recognized all the signs of the monster that had battled Nergal to a bloody draw, the Primeval was amongst them. “Best we remain on the same page until the beast turns on us. Besides, we’ve been unable to successfully reproduce the monster from the samples we recovered, and I’m eager to see it in action. If you’re really that interested in it we’ve managed to brew a wicked wine from its blood though, it has a high chance of ending your life but the burn is unlike anything you’ve ever tasted I guarantee you.”
There was at least one other champion beyond Eleanor and Nergal within the APC but he had chosen to remain silent, if he was even there at all, he was a tricky one after all and for all she knew the dashing devil Corban could have assumed a guard position not unlike Eubeal. The APCs provided to the members of the Knights were spacious unlike a typical military vehicle but this was because most members of the division required some sort of pre-battle ritual whether it was Meteor’s love of building models or Nergal’s archaic blood rituals. Provided that their guests were willing to ignore his chanting they were in for a pleasant ride.
Not so for those on the outside.
A howl split through the mists and all eight horses jerked back in terror. Before they could Satori’s head whipped around and the air darkened around her while her eyes flashed crimson, a visual representation of her increasing fearful aura, barring the horses path with invisible fingers cold as death itself. Between the Princess of Darkness and the shambling ghouls the horses had no choice but to amble further into the forest, relying on Eubeal to defend them for the time being, well save one horse who passed out then and there. The big male stud was still strapped into his harness so the vines were unable to tug him away, creating a very awkward scene where he was simply dragged along while a dozen wooden tentacles groped his body, a few seconds later the beast would shamble back to its feet ever so awkwardly with bits of foamy phlegm still flecking its mouth.
“I wouldn’t recommend that, the beast is here for the same reason we are, I imagine.” Satori spoke towards Eubeal. While she was happy to let the reality bender deal with the ghouls she wasn’t intent on starting a fight with fear itself. Yes, she could feel its presence and recognized all the signs of the monster that had battled Nergal to a bloody draw, the Primeval was amongst them. “Best we remain on the same page until the beast turns on us. Besides, we’ve been unable to successfully reproduce the monster from the samples we recovered, and I’m eager to see it in action. If you’re really that interested in it we’ve managed to brew a wicked wine from its blood though, it has a high chance of ending your life but the burn is unlike anything you’ve ever tasted I guarantee you.”
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