yoshua171

Way of the Warrior

The lobby is almost always slower than the actual fights.

The Prophecy

I'onriyi Stonehand

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Nodding slightly as his guest commented on Brega Menrirl—which in the hands of a non-penin truly did appear to be a scepter rather than a staff proper—the enchanter found himself smiling slightly as he noticed her puzzlement over the object. Her confusion at his insistence she inspect it—and at the purpose of the exercise in general—brought to him a strange feeling of pride, something like amusement and appreciation rolled into one.

Taking the item back from her as she offered it, I'on considered demonstrating its capabilities. Of course, that might devalue the experience, as the staff was primarily an amplifier for his spellwork as well as a weapon he could wield on its own. After all, the staff's crystal was far more durable than any purely natural crystal ought to be and though he had not dared to test it to the point of breaking, the penin knew that its durability was similar—though not as extreme—as the metal that ran through its core and in some places constrained it.

Looking upon the piece fondly for a moment he spoke,

"This was my first major undertaking many years ago," he began, "...the first item I ever properly enchanted." His eyes rose to meet theirs and he held that gaze for a moment before setting the staff on a nearby table.

“I've been enchanting for many years, it's part of why I've some...mmm, fame, here.” He grimaced for the briefest moment before his expression softened once more. “That item, Brega Menrirl, is not a pass-time, and neither is enchantment itself, for though it does take time, I sincerely doubt that any mage who uses it does not do so merely to pass it. The process, regardless of the method used, is difficult, time-consuming, and if done improperly it is not even rewarding. It's not the sort of thing that you do just to pass the hours.” He glanced at his staff once more and something struck him.

He hadn't made anything for himself since he'd fashioned his gauntlets so many years ago. Nothing major at least...and now that he would be departing from the city soon he would hardly have the materials to do so, not until he reached another city that was. At the thought he cast a sidelong glance at the archangel's vessel, a small grin taking over a corner of his lips.

“Perhaps, before I leave the city you and I can make something. After all, it's been far too long since I've given myself a gift,” he chuckled and then made his way from the workshop, beckoning that she follow. He had not failed to notice the crumbs on her clothes—clearly she'd thought that she might not be able to finish the meal he'd offered her. Poor lass.

“There's more bread if you're still hungry. Feel free to eat some, just not all of it. I've a few preparations to make before I head out. Don't leave and don't pocket anything—though I doubt you would.” He smiled at her, waving her towards the kitchen before he headed away before turning a corner and passing out of sight.

He would be gone for only a few minutes as he got together proper clothes to be seen in the public eye, as well as some coin, a waterskin, and a few other items. Before he joined her back in the kitchen he retrieved his staff, strapping it to his back. He'd only taken maybe ten minutes, but when he reappeared—taking another slice of bread to munch on, he appeared far more alert and ready for his day. His golden eyes falling on his gauntlets, the penin gathered them up and then fastened them on either hip, where they hung, fingers pointing down along his thighs.

Finishing his slice, I'on took up his tea—which was still somewhat warm—and finished it before turning to Male'dai/Nimbus. In a good mood, he found himself smiling at the woman. “I hope you've eaten your fill,” he said with vigor before he walked passed her. “Time to go. I want to see what sort of explanation these men could possibly have for the situation I found them in just yesterday.” He hoped it was better than he thought it would be. Perhaps he'd have his new companion come near enough to hear, but not draw attention. Perhaps in the room next to theirs at the inn.

He wanted believe that the interaction would go smoothly, but it was hard to say with those two. Especially the veiled one...he'd caused them plenty of undue stress, that was certain.

Perhaps it would be easier this time.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chatterbox

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Absolute chaos.

These were perhaps the two best words he could think to describe the utter mess that their mission had become. Hand firmly gripping Sofia's even as the carnage of the strange monstrosity continued. Even as the many clones of, what had it been, Overrun, spread throughout the warehouse. A frown had knit his brow and it only deepened as Headhunter managed to take out what he presumed was the original Overrun, for the tide of clones did not cease in the slightest. Several times he opened his mouth only to find that he had nothing of value to add, even despite his power.

Then a tall clone approached them and something inexplicable happened, he found himself face-to-face with a devil as handsome as himself. Blinking twice, he squeezed Sofia's hand slightly, tapping a code out to his adoring fans.

One of them spoke through comms directly to Sofia, "If you are separated from Chatterbox, the code to make sure it's the real him is 'Purple Venom.' If he responds with anything but 'Green Fever,' it's not the real Chatterbox." The message was then relayed to the other Jacks purely as a safety precaution. Taking several steps back, dragging Sofia with him as he did, the performer drew his gun once more as he felt what could only be the tug of his power.... How strange and disconcerting it was to be on the receiving end.

Taking a deep breath, despite the clash of titans, he raised his gun and aimed it directly at the tall Dean's head. If the heroes were fighting with lethal intent, then so could he. A smile worked its way onto his face as he fired the gun, aimed first at the knees—two shots—then at centermass. He would wait a moment before aiming at the head—provided he could do so from the Dean's new position—before firing.

Hopefully this would demanifest whatever his copy was. If not, his eyes would—for the briefest moment—fill with fear as he laid them upon his doppelganger, before becoming once more unreadable.

"You cannot be allowed to live," he would say regardless.

Fear continued to creep its way into his body, clawing at his mind. Meanwhile, several cars began making their way towards the facility, one from each cardinal direction. Anything that they could ram through to get onto the property, they did.

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Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

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Each strike was an additional blow that she felt to her emotions. Tears began to run down her face behind the mask. She swallowed hard and wailed quietly with each strike. Then something far more painful than anything had any right to be burned through her mind before becoming a stinging discordant buzz. The world went white, her thoughts blanked out and she tried to scream, but couldn't. A hoarse squeak came out instead. Slowly, too slowly, she felt the pain recede and it was only then that she knew that her projection had demanifested...and that the clones had stopped hammering at her body. She ached everywhere, like that's all she was made of. She opened her eyes, and breathed in—both hurt. Slamming her eyes shut again, a booming voice rang out. It took her a whole five seconds to realize that it was Reynolds and—furthermore—that he had told her she had to get up.

Trying to push herself up, she winced and then cried out in a small yelp of pain, stifling the sound at the end as she clenched her jaw shut. Instinctually she reached out to her projection, its existence coming into focus for her. Its silver light surrounded her for the briefest moment...and then she recoiled as hot pain shot through her skull.

She blacked out for a few seconds, waking up again to Reynolds pulling her to her feet. She gripped his shoulder and managed to force words out. "I...I can walk. Just, stay with me, okay?"

The man nodded, face hard. He was clearly intent on getting all of them out of this safely. Using him as support, Evelyn managed to pick up her staff and use it as a crutch while they made their way from the warehouse.

Testing the link between herself and her projection, all she felt on the other end was a burning, electrical sensation. Her head throbbed as the memory of what her projection had done to Lillian resurfaced. She let out a quiet sob at the mental image and ceased trying to even guide her projection, withdrawing her mind from her link to the apparition. She didn't want to think about it, she didn't want anything to do with it. She wished she could make it go away.

As she limped her way towards the warehouse's exit with Reynolds a deep numbness set in, the cold detached feeling only interrupted by the throbbing of her various wounds.

Two missions.

Two failures.

That was what she was, huh?

A failure.

A guilty, ugly, evil...failure.

"Fuck," she swore quietly.

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Outsider

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Gathering his wits, Outsider turned slightly, though it was not required for him to keep track of the cape's location due to his form's various senses. With Kyoshi's actions taken—and a car flung at some point apparently—Outsider moved. The small figure was falling down towards the building their ransacked HQ was in. Feeling irritation rush through him, then anger, for a moment, he very briefly considered outright ramming into the villain. However, hearing Kyoshi's words brought him back from that point. Instead, before he hit the villain he released a series of small, weak pulses as he extended a single tendril vertically upwards from his similarly vertical form—as he was flying straight up. The tendril passed the cape by and, upon releasing the pulses, rapidly slowed his fall. Then Outsider dodged to the side and used one of his arms to catch the villain, tightening his grip.

To decrease the chance that the cape could use his power, he began channeling energy into the hand that clutched the cape. However, before he could release the energy a small explosion buffered his shield and his fingers opened. The kid, while roughed up, was weirdly unblemished considering what had been—in some cases—quite literally thrown at him.

Then, another explosion rocked him, this time a bigger one, on his 'head.' The shield projected him from the heat and the pressure, but fucking hell that was loud. Wincing internally, his body reacted, tendrils shooting out towards the kid, but he moved, propelling himself with explosions to reposition.

"Slippery, but not enough," his hollow voice said in a low roar. A brief flash of anger followed by realization hit him as he realized what it meant that the kid wasn't more thoroughly damaged.

He had some kind of resistance to damage...and for Outsider, that was more pro than con. Twisting in the air, tendrils splaying out in an instant, all four arms extending out to his side, he released pent up energy in a powerful shockwave. The kid was blown away and while normally he may have recovered swiftly and retaliated, he found himself unable as the massive alien serpant of the hero's second vessel slammed directly into his stomach.

Outsider noted the electrical signals from the cape's body alter, and similarly felt some of his momentum countered by what he could only describe as a series of micro explosions.

On striking the villainous cape, Outsider released an additional blast of force from his body, pulling up abruptly as he did so. The villain was thus blasted downwards at pavement at a particularly high speed.

Body hovering midair, several stories above the villain, Outsider kept his senses tuned onto the kid. He was definitely still alive, which was good. Hopefully he was out of commission though. He didn't want to do damage to any infastracture in fighting him after all.

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

@Griffintaur tag.

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

Raelis Vaerkturian

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Blade and shard alike met by the resistance of the purple projection, the knight narrowed his glowing eyes—which shone from deep within his helm. The tip of his blade lodged—intentionally—in the solidified energy, Raelis wasted no time. Through the transparent shield the blade could be seen to glow and ripple before an incandescent heat erupted from the blade. Far brighter than the blinding burst from before, the explosive light did more than sear the eyes, as it channeled heat in focused, cascading rays, which struck forth in radiating waves.

Stance braced, Raelis bent his knees further, and then pushed forwards, wings releasing pressurized air backwards to increase his acceleration. Extending his wings slightly, the wing armor was pulled to it, where it was once more fastened into place. With the cutting, burning light having almost certainly destroyed the shield, Raelis found his path free—as he'd intended it. Devene energy continuing to build and cycle back to his body in blinding funneling tendrils, Rhay's Chosen pressed the attack—continuing the thrusting attack from before, but with more vigor and momentum than before.

Their environment, having been set aflame, continued to create additional heat as the fire rapidly spread from Raelis' location.

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Heat Rate

All are in Fahrenheit.
Blade of Rhay: 240 p/turn (currently 3 times its norm).
Armor Rate: 200 degrees p/turn(currently double its norm).
Ambient Heat Rate: 40 degrees p/turn.
Maximum heat created/generated p/turn: 480 degrees.

Heat Tally

Light Cascade (Attack): 1200(Temp drain).
Blade of Rhay: 1200+240(1440)-1200(240).
Armor Heat: 800+200(1000).
Ambient Heat: 160+40(200).

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

Alright! Sent the friend request :)

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

Hehe, looking forwards to it. Um, it appears that I actually need the four numbers that come after your name (discord tag). You can find 'em if you go to your profile (typically by left clicking your own name). Feel free to send that in one of the PMs we have and then I'll add you! :D

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

Alrighty, thanks! I am curious of something. Do you, perchance, have a discord account?

Oh, and I hath responded! Let the battle continue!

@Griffintaur

Pride Incarnate [Griffintaur V.S. yoshua171] Rhay's Champion

Raelis Vaerkturian

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Airborne several meters above Tharr's back, Raelis let his momentum carry him all the way up as he observed his opponent's response to the descending blade of pressurized air and heat. As one might expect of such an agile and powerful beast, it dodged. Its form lunging forwards in a short leap to new ground, Raelis found himself smiling as his gaze followed the warrior's incredible form. He was truly something to look upon, this Tharr. Of course, he gave himself only a moment to admire before focusing his attention on the crescent of superheated air as it struck the structure that Tharr had leapt from. Unlike one might expect though, the crescent did not cut or merely melt the material--though wood and thatch did immediately catch fire, which began to spread. The many metal lattice and struts that ran throughout found themselves absorbing a tremendous amount of heat as Rhay's Chosen channeled the energy through the material, altering his own angle in the air as he did so.

A wavering haze of heat surrounded the paladin as he released a burst of wind from his form and then let his mighty wings strike air to drive him forwards and down towards Tharr's tail. Bringing his blade back, elbow extended outwards so the butt of the blade could rest near his own chest, Raelis landed a few feet from Tharr as the beast warrior turned. One of Raelis' wing tips twitched forwards and a number of metal plates were ejected from it--edge first--directly at Tharr's face.

Raelis began the first part of a stabbing thrust at Tharr's muzzle, flicking his other wing as he did so, releasing more sharp-hot plates of metal in the great warrior's direction. His feet planted, senses stretched, Raelis felt every iota of heat and light as it channeled through the structure. More wood caught fire and the air grew sweltering hot as his mere presence excited its molecules. Quickly the battlefield was becoming a hellscape worthy of Rhay's Chosen.

Soon it would be even worse.

Soon.

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Heat Rate

All are in Fahrenheit.
Blade of Rhay: 240 p/turn (currently 3 times its norm).
Armor Rate: 200 degrees p/turn(currently double its norm).
Ambient Heat Rate: 40 degrees p/turn.
Maximum heat created/generated p/turn: 480 degrees.

Heat Tally

Blade of Rhay: 960+240(1200).
Armor Heat: 600+200(800).
Ambient Heat: 120+40(160).

Way of the Warrior

Nothing to really do, that's why.