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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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@Doc Doctor
Would the Pater be shocked to find that mucus sliding free of Satori’s wings? Would he be furious to find that a girl still in her teens who treated the occult like a game had read him like a book? Would he be embarrassed to learn that even the ancients could be cajoled into chasing shadows in the night?
While Pater’s slime was fantastic at what it did(chiefly trapping prey) it was no match for the sheer versatility of Satori's darkness. She could elect what physical properties her shadows took before every encounter, mix and match their strengths to find the perfect tool for the job, and if circumstances changed she could adapt on the fly. In this case she had angled her wings such that the mucus had struck her right limb on the thin sheet of darkness that had spread between each bony finger and when the mucus did not fly away on its own she simply elected to tear that layer free after the initial impact. No longer attached to the main body the mucus was free to sail off on the rebound.
From there a defense against the Pater’s tail was easy, she had been watching it for quite some time and now it was rushing straight into her primary defense. Her defense was much the same, letting the tail skim off the film on her left wing only instead of bouncing off it would find itself stuck in place by something distressingly similar to the Pater's mucus, by then it was already too late and her wings were closing formation to drive their bony claws through the tail and hold it in place. It was not impossible to catch Satori off guard, though it was extremely difficult, but the Primeval’s archaic brain would need to find a strategy that relied on more than overwhelming speed and relentless backtracking if he hoped to survive the night.
The rest was a repeat of before. Pater was not fast enough to duck to the ground and initiate his strike in the time it took Satori to swing largely because she had prepared her swing well beforehand and nothing the half-digested mountain of vomit had done was clever enough to divert her attention. His left arm was reduced to dust and then with her spin and turn, this time with Pater's tail on a spit, she would release her spike and nail the Primeval to the ground. Since he had no particular defense in mind for his inevitable failure she would settle on his back and bring her hammer with her, likely crippling the Pater by shattering and/or completely obliterating its spine.
Afterwards Satori’s lowest set of wings would curve to her front and extend into a set of hooks that dug into the Pater’s flesh and slipped beneath his rib cage, fastening her to the monster's back in the same way a rock climber might attach themselves to the slope of a canyon. Her upper wings had assumed formation overhead once more with the fingers turning razor sharp and carving their way out of the capture tail beforehand.
Satori’s third and potentially final swing came crashing down to the deafening roar of thunder. The Verdissian Hammer was half-awake now and it was spitting plasma instead of fire, filling the air with forks of lightning while the impact zone itself reached temperatures hotter than the surface of the sun. For a brief moment the forest turned white and when it faded Satori sincerely hoped to find a blackened lump of flesh where the Primeval, as fun as desperation could be she was not fond of time loops.
It was only after that third swing that she realized an uncanny pressure was now filled the air; apparently Eubeal had decided to forego signals.
Would the Pater be shocked to find that mucus sliding free of Satori’s wings? Would he be furious to find that a girl still in her teens who treated the occult like a game had read him like a book? Would he be embarrassed to learn that even the ancients could be cajoled into chasing shadows in the night?
While Pater’s slime was fantastic at what it did(chiefly trapping prey) it was no match for the sheer versatility of Satori's darkness. She could elect what physical properties her shadows took before every encounter, mix and match their strengths to find the perfect tool for the job, and if circumstances changed she could adapt on the fly. In this case she had angled her wings such that the mucus had struck her right limb on the thin sheet of darkness that had spread between each bony finger and when the mucus did not fly away on its own she simply elected to tear that layer free after the initial impact. No longer attached to the main body the mucus was free to sail off on the rebound.
From there a defense against the Pater’s tail was easy, she had been watching it for quite some time and now it was rushing straight into her primary defense. Her defense was much the same, letting the tail skim off the film on her left wing only instead of bouncing off it would find itself stuck in place by something distressingly similar to the Pater's mucus, by then it was already too late and her wings were closing formation to drive their bony claws through the tail and hold it in place. It was not impossible to catch Satori off guard, though it was extremely difficult, but the Primeval’s archaic brain would need to find a strategy that relied on more than overwhelming speed and relentless backtracking if he hoped to survive the night.
The rest was a repeat of before. Pater was not fast enough to duck to the ground and initiate his strike in the time it took Satori to swing largely because she had prepared her swing well beforehand and nothing the half-digested mountain of vomit had done was clever enough to divert her attention. His left arm was reduced to dust and then with her spin and turn, this time with Pater's tail on a spit, she would release her spike and nail the Primeval to the ground. Since he had no particular defense in mind for his inevitable failure she would settle on his back and bring her hammer with her, likely crippling the Pater by shattering and/or completely obliterating its spine.
Afterwards Satori’s lowest set of wings would curve to her front and extend into a set of hooks that dug into the Pater’s flesh and slipped beneath his rib cage, fastening her to the monster's back in the same way a rock climber might attach themselves to the slope of a canyon. Her upper wings had assumed formation overhead once more with the fingers turning razor sharp and carving their way out of the capture tail beforehand.
Satori’s third and potentially final swing came crashing down to the deafening roar of thunder. The Verdissian Hammer was half-awake now and it was spitting plasma instead of fire, filling the air with forks of lightning while the impact zone itself reached temperatures hotter than the surface of the sun. For a brief moment the forest turned white and when it faded Satori sincerely hoped to find a blackened lump of flesh where the Primeval, as fun as desperation could be she was not fond of time loops.
It was only after that third swing that she realized an uncanny pressure was now filled the air; apparently Eubeal had decided to forego signals.
@Doc Doctor
Much as the Magna Pater refused to believe it so the Princess of Darkness had his number. In his attempt to appear unpredictable the Primeval had some exactly what Satori had predicted he would all along. Namely the Pater attempted to use its raw speed and power to overwhelm Satori by performing an entirely new action in the span it took her to complete a swing of her hammer, conveniently backing out of its own shoddy offense along the way.
And Satori was ready.
She had even been prepared for the Pater to attack her from above. As mentioned before Satori’s wings had been close formation overhead, a curious move, after all she’d already shown an inability to fly with that unceremonious landing of hers from before. In truth the wings (and the half-hands that had gone into their formation) were there for defensive purposes. When the ball of mucus came her way the wings crossed at the tip and dipped forward, providing a blast shield for her face, the thin film between the bony supports giving a few inches before sending the attack bouncing off at an angle and to the right.
Offensive trap failed and defensive maneuver largely predicted on her inability to track his movements the Pater was about to have a bad time.
All things said Satori merely lowered her sweeping swing and brought it crashing into the Pater’s left arm anyways, reducing bones to dust before releasing an explosion of heat and force potent enough to reduce everything surrounding the impact zone to ash and tear whatever limp and useless meat survived from the socket. With his new low position the Pater was more likely to skid and tumble from the blast but that was neither here nor there. It certainly didn’t stop Satori’s turn or the way she traced his tail and fired her spike into it, pinning the beast to the ground and grinding all of its momentum to a stop, all well before he could savage Eubeal.
But that merely covered Satori’s last bout of actions. The Princess of Darkness not only promised to tear through attempts at obfuscation but to present her own relentless offense in its stead.
With the Pater’s offense soundly ground to a halt the Princess of Darkness would leap onto the beasts back. Displaying a supernatural ability to stand on nearly any surface as she balanced on the Pater's slimy upper body and brought her hammer crashing down onto the middle of its back. Another detonation sounded off in time with the impact, several magnitudes beyond her first swing, almost as though every sweep of her arm was shaking the Verdissian Warhammer from a deep slumber. One could only imagine what would happen when it fully awoke.
“I warned you monster, I gave you the chance!” Satori roared past the explosion.
Much as the Magna Pater refused to believe it so the Princess of Darkness had his number. In his attempt to appear unpredictable the Primeval had some exactly what Satori had predicted he would all along. Namely the Pater attempted to use its raw speed and power to overwhelm Satori by performing an entirely new action in the span it took her to complete a swing of her hammer, conveniently backing out of its own shoddy offense along the way.
And Satori was ready.
She had even been prepared for the Pater to attack her from above. As mentioned before Satori’s wings had been close formation overhead, a curious move, after all she’d already shown an inability to fly with that unceremonious landing of hers from before. In truth the wings (and the half-hands that had gone into their formation) were there for defensive purposes. When the ball of mucus came her way the wings crossed at the tip and dipped forward, providing a blast shield for her face, the thin film between the bony supports giving a few inches before sending the attack bouncing off at an angle and to the right.
Offensive trap failed and defensive maneuver largely predicted on her inability to track his movements the Pater was about to have a bad time.
All things said Satori merely lowered her sweeping swing and brought it crashing into the Pater’s left arm anyways, reducing bones to dust before releasing an explosion of heat and force potent enough to reduce everything surrounding the impact zone to ash and tear whatever limp and useless meat survived from the socket. With his new low position the Pater was more likely to skid and tumble from the blast but that was neither here nor there. It certainly didn’t stop Satori’s turn or the way she traced his tail and fired her spike into it, pinning the beast to the ground and grinding all of its momentum to a stop, all well before he could savage Eubeal.
But that merely covered Satori’s last bout of actions. The Princess of Darkness not only promised to tear through attempts at obfuscation but to present her own relentless offense in its stead.
With the Pater’s offense soundly ground to a halt the Princess of Darkness would leap onto the beasts back. Displaying a supernatural ability to stand on nearly any surface as she balanced on the Pater's slimy upper body and brought her hammer crashing down onto the middle of its back. Another detonation sounded off in time with the impact, several magnitudes beyond her first swing, almost as though every sweep of her arm was shaking the Verdissian Warhammer from a deep slumber. One could only imagine what would happen when it fully awoke.
“I warned you monster, I gave you the chance!” Satori roared past the explosion.
The Pater dove forward and to the right, preempting Satori’s cast to catch her with a savage swipe of its left wing as it passed her by. The details were a bit fuzzy most likely due to the Pater’s vampiric discipline but ultimately it amounted to something of a passing clothesline. Only to be met with a strike from the Verdissian Warhammer clutched in her right hand.
In their short time together the Princess of Darkness had deduced the Primeval’s primary strategy; overwhelming reaction time. This strategy had no doubt served it well throughout its long life but it quite simply wouldn’t happen against Satori. Truth be told there were no definite numbers on exactly how strong Satori was. Shin-Ra Industries had never seen anything quite like her since the advent of one Vincent Valentine and the Princess wasn’t exactly forthcoming with information. The bulk of their information came from training exercises with the likes of the Twin Towers and the Chromatic Knights. It had become readily apparent that Satori was the fastest member of her division, capable of thumbing her nose as the consequences of supersonic and even hypersonic speeds, and while those recruits with sufficient metaphysical juice and muscle mass could overpower her she was more than capable of generating devastating amounts of explosive force.
In a sense she was the lightning bruiser of Shin-Ra Industries. Her only major weakness being her relatively low natural defenses.
What made her dangerous however was her mind that pierce through any attempt at obfuscation, supernatural or otherwise, in order to find the best course of action. While she was by no means prescient enough to predict the Pater’s exact reactions she knew the time would come when the beast attempted to overwhelm her. Hence why she had been steadily advancing on him since the moment she landed, daring him to lash out before she was close enough to do horrible things. In reality there was less than ten feet between them and closer to five. Very little time for the Primeval to realize Satori was following him, without eyes or even a turn of her head the only real tell was how her spike never fired, and by then he was already committed.
*Bam*
Verdissian Steel met Primordial Might. She had already shattered its bones with a rock no larger than the softball and this alien tool, glowing so hot that it could sear flesh from bone, was far deadlier than stone. She would catch the sweep while her arm was half extended and then as if that was not bad enough the Warhammer unleashed its payload, generating an explosion like a miniature warhead, likely obliterating the Primeval’s wing and send it spinning wildly towards Eubeal.
Simultaneous to this Satori would dash forward a few quick steps, not just to add her own momentum to the strike but to escape any last minute reprisal as the Pater twisted and spun. Once she took those steps she would whirl around, her upper set of wings closed formation overhead and those at the small of her back curved down to her thighs. This move put her by one of the Pater’s favorite weapons, its tail, and for that she had her spike. With far less flair than before she traced the trail, whether it dared to attack or just tried to defend, and fired her spike at the center line. If successful she would nail the Primeval to the ground, forcing the thing to either rip the appendage off of flop to the ground helplessly, nevertheless she kept her mind’s eye on it from the safety of the darkness.
And if the Pater had any other surprise movements in store it would do well to use whatever martial skill it could muster with that lumpy cinnamon roll that it called a body, “Eubeal. When I pin the monster finish him with whatever it is you call your magic.”
In their short time together the Princess of Darkness had deduced the Primeval’s primary strategy; overwhelming reaction time. This strategy had no doubt served it well throughout its long life but it quite simply wouldn’t happen against Satori. Truth be told there were no definite numbers on exactly how strong Satori was. Shin-Ra Industries had never seen anything quite like her since the advent of one Vincent Valentine and the Princess wasn’t exactly forthcoming with information. The bulk of their information came from training exercises with the likes of the Twin Towers and the Chromatic Knights. It had become readily apparent that Satori was the fastest member of her division, capable of thumbing her nose as the consequences of supersonic and even hypersonic speeds, and while those recruits with sufficient metaphysical juice and muscle mass could overpower her she was more than capable of generating devastating amounts of explosive force.
In a sense she was the lightning bruiser of Shin-Ra Industries. Her only major weakness being her relatively low natural defenses.
What made her dangerous however was her mind that pierce through any attempt at obfuscation, supernatural or otherwise, in order to find the best course of action. While she was by no means prescient enough to predict the Pater’s exact reactions she knew the time would come when the beast attempted to overwhelm her. Hence why she had been steadily advancing on him since the moment she landed, daring him to lash out before she was close enough to do horrible things. In reality there was less than ten feet between them and closer to five. Very little time for the Primeval to realize Satori was following him, without eyes or even a turn of her head the only real tell was how her spike never fired, and by then he was already committed.
*Bam*
Verdissian Steel met Primordial Might. She had already shattered its bones with a rock no larger than the softball and this alien tool, glowing so hot that it could sear flesh from bone, was far deadlier than stone. She would catch the sweep while her arm was half extended and then as if that was not bad enough the Warhammer unleashed its payload, generating an explosion like a miniature warhead, likely obliterating the Primeval’s wing and send it spinning wildly towards Eubeal.
Simultaneous to this Satori would dash forward a few quick steps, not just to add her own momentum to the strike but to escape any last minute reprisal as the Pater twisted and spun. Once she took those steps she would whirl around, her upper set of wings closed formation overhead and those at the small of her back curved down to her thighs. This move put her by one of the Pater’s favorite weapons, its tail, and for that she had her spike. With far less flair than before she traced the trail, whether it dared to attack or just tried to defend, and fired her spike at the center line. If successful she would nail the Primeval to the ground, forcing the thing to either rip the appendage off of flop to the ground helplessly, nevertheless she kept her mind’s eye on it from the safety of the darkness.
And if the Pater had any other surprise movements in store it would do well to use whatever martial skill it could muster with that lumpy cinnamon roll that it called a body, “Eubeal. When I pin the monster finish him with whatever it is you call your magic.”
Had the APC been driven by anyone other than Katana, real name Yuki, the vehicle might have stopped to save the two women. But Yuki was a cruel woman elected not only for her absolute loyalty to the family but for the black heart that made her capable of anything and everything. The forest was on fire, the entire thing, and it was filled with ghouls; when they should have been gasping for air and weeping with panic they hailed the carrier with casual ease. Well Yuki was no fool and where Gever’s aim had been off Yuki’s was not.
One twist of the wheel and the APC rolled over both women with a wet crunch before driving on.
Miles away Satori was advancing ever so slowly on the Pater, taking note of the way that the beast started rooting through his chest, and smiled. So maybe Eleanor wasn’t as bad a shot as she had let on. Still the Primeval was nine feet tall, far larger than it had been while squaring off with Nergal, and had a lot of meat for any projectile to work through before striking vitals; if the Primeval had vitals to speak of beyond its rotten brain and wretched heart.
Still an opening was an opening and Satori was getting tired of waiting.
With a flick of her free wrist a bolt of shadow leapt from her left sleaze at untraceable speeds. And a bolt it was or perhaps a supersized railroad spike long as her forearm and just as thick flew the distance and aimed to nail the Pater’s pseudo-hand to its chest. The way it solidified into a glistening black stone along the way would give the impact a nice weight to it that would hopefully topple the risen beast. The distance between them was short, originally fifteen feet before her silent advance, but the Primeval had shown a tendency to react nigh instantly and for that Satori had another trick. Her command over the darkness was such that she could nudge the construct in any given direction, should the beast seek a simple dodge the spike would curve, meaning he either needed to commit to a dramatic dodge or block.
All the while Satori choked up on the warhammer with her right hand, the heat glowing red in preparation for what was to come.
One twist of the wheel and the APC rolled over both women with a wet crunch before driving on.
Miles away Satori was advancing ever so slowly on the Pater, taking note of the way that the beast started rooting through his chest, and smiled. So maybe Eleanor wasn’t as bad a shot as she had let on. Still the Primeval was nine feet tall, far larger than it had been while squaring off with Nergal, and had a lot of meat for any projectile to work through before striking vitals; if the Primeval had vitals to speak of beyond its rotten brain and wretched heart.
Still an opening was an opening and Satori was getting tired of waiting.
With a flick of her free wrist a bolt of shadow leapt from her left sleaze at untraceable speeds. And a bolt it was or perhaps a supersized railroad spike long as her forearm and just as thick flew the distance and aimed to nail the Pater’s pseudo-hand to its chest. The way it solidified into a glistening black stone along the way would give the impact a nice weight to it that would hopefully topple the risen beast. The distance between them was short, originally fifteen feet before her silent advance, but the Primeval had shown a tendency to react nigh instantly and for that Satori had another trick. Her command over the darkness was such that she could nudge the construct in any given direction, should the beast seek a simple dodge the spike would curve, meaning he either needed to commit to a dramatic dodge or block.
All the while Satori choked up on the warhammer with her right hand, the heat glowing red in preparation for what was to come.
@MelonHead
After reading through this whole argument I still don't see why Blythe's mad muscles are that big of a deal. When the Beardforce can close that gap in a poorly written sentence then it isn't that big of a deal. It's what else she can do with those powers that makes her dangerous. Otherwise she's just forcing a skill match.
After reading through this whole argument I still don't see why Blythe's mad muscles are that big of a deal. When the Beardforce can close that gap in a poorly written sentence then it isn't that big of a deal. It's what else she can do with those powers that makes her dangerous. Otherwise she's just forcing a skill match.
@Divinity
These characters wouldn't necessarily be anywhere close to our biggest guns. Enki felt he needed Alex to be competitive with Corban due to his familiarity with the character and more to the point his unfamiliarity with Jen, who to my knowledge has only been in one roleplay and has a skill set that he's only experimented with in the past. But given everything I've heard of room for growth.
Blythe is just someone Nega enjoys using and Xiomara is a new spin on an old archetype for me.
As far as Shin-Ra goes, the timeline has advanced a great deal from where it was in the game and that after the plot split off into its own entity with the original Shin-Ra. Alex would actually be your best bet for Corban to discuss the old way while Satori, Blythe, and everyone else in the group are unlikely to even know who Sephiroth was and have only heard of Jenova in history books. You might get the stink eye for the no contest that was your encounter with Meteor though.
These characters wouldn't necessarily be anywhere close to our biggest guns. Enki felt he needed Alex to be competitive with Corban due to his familiarity with the character and more to the point his unfamiliarity with Jen, who to my knowledge has only been in one roleplay and has a skill set that he's only experimented with in the past. But given everything I've heard of room for growth.
Blythe is just someone Nega enjoys using and Xiomara is a new spin on an old archetype for me.
As far as Shin-Ra goes, the timeline has advanced a great deal from where it was in the game and that after the plot split off into its own entity with the original Shin-Ra. Alex would actually be your best bet for Corban to discuss the old way while Satori, Blythe, and everyone else in the group are unlikely to even know who Sephiroth was and have only heard of Jenova in history books. You might get the stink eye for the no contest that was your encounter with Meteor though.
If being competitive is a matter of adding more numbers to your profile and/or going Super Saiyan then I wouldn't say they're overpowered. They may be out of scale for a given situation but terms like OP imply there's something inherently wrong with the character which isn't the case. She just needs to find someone who can keep up with her.
@MelonHead
Joking aside the only time I feel a character deserves to be called OP is when you have to start including specific caveats in your skillset to avoid dying to them the instant they appear. Everything else is a matter of scale and skill to me. That said I'm a huge fan of Blythe and I've been nagging Nega to dance with her for a while.
As for copycat powers they can be risky too. It depends on how the copying works but for Xio the bulk of his powers are sourced from Vorsours, to copy his powers exactly would be to draw power from Vorsours, who would probably just melt the copycat from the inside out unless she was feeling particularly bitchy.
Joking aside the only time I feel a character deserves to be called OP is when you have to start including specific caveats in your skillset to avoid dying to them the instant they appear. Everything else is a matter of scale and skill to me. That said I'm a huge fan of Blythe and I've been nagging Nega to dance with her for a while.
As for copycat powers they can be risky too. It depends on how the copying works but for Xio the bulk of his powers are sourced from Vorsours, to copy his powers exactly would be to draw power from Vorsours, who would probably just melt the copycat from the inside out unless she was feeling particularly bitchy.
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