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DA FOIT
Mar 28, 2015 21:07:51 GMT -5
Post by Tribune Bolton on Mar 28, 2015 21:07:51 GMT -5
WELCOME TO DA FOIT BOYZ WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
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Zab
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DA FOIT
Mar 28, 2015 21:54:45 GMT -5
Post by Zab on Mar 28, 2015 21:54:45 GMT -5
A serene background. An enlarged arena. Surrounded on all sides by walls taller than buildings, it was a quaint place. Fabric dangled from posts, empty stands as far as the eye could see; the place had been abandoned long ago. Fires, ever eternal, still continued to burn to this day, four on each of the compass directions of the area. Stones made up the floor, each larger than a building's foundation. In the center sat an ornate centerpiece; a relic etched into the stonework of this circular stage. A peaceful sky took up the locale. The place was still, save for the fires and the smoke that raised into the atmosphere. As if by divine intervention, of a malicious sort, a cloud formed above the center. One cloud formed upon another, and another, until the swirling vortex blanketed the sky, raining down a blackened mist of destruction. It was thick and choking the air, draining it of sustenance. As if it was soot. A lightning strike shone forth from the clouds above. Upon striking the ground, it left a scar, a deep scar in the earth. The fabric tore from the winds, burning from the fire. The lightning continued to strike, over and over, until the random occurrences no longer appeared to be random. It coalesced into the center, until four continuous energy bolts had connected their points of impact onto the centerpiece of the arena, and gradually tore it outwards. A portal opened, rich with a deep purple-black cloudy color. The energy that flew forth could have corrupted on contact, if so be it. A hand came out of this portal. No, not a hand. A claw of some machine, the hand of which was larger than an entire human being. The hand dug into the stonework, even as the portal still opened. Mechanical whirs and groans emanated from inside. The hand pulled up an arm, slowly revealing more of the being that came forth. It rose, out of the depths of the corruption and taint, not phased in the slightest by the terrors of the Warp. More and more machine revealed itself, gently, but surely. Another hand erupted out of the hole. Larger, more armored. It was encased in even more mechanical armor than the last. The fingers, however, were not clawed fingertips like the other, no. Instead, the claws were replaced entirely by revolving blade-like weapons, chainsaw fingers, if you will. They crackled with energy as they ripped into the stone, cutting through it and releasing a red energy-like substance as it sliced the floor. It pulled, heaving and wrenching the rest of the being forth. Out came the body. Massive, compared to the rest, the body was encased in wire-like armor, made of giant tubes and pipes. The head, as if some sort of demonic beast, opened its maw and spit forth a small gout of deep red fire falling from it. The roar was not beast-like; it was mechanical entirely. Two massive arms were attached to the creature's back, like giant clamps on twisting servos. One was the average length of the beast's arms, but the other was not. It was twisted and warped like the creature itself. It was conjoined with a cannon even longer than the being that held it. The legs, massive and heavily armored. They arched backwards, digitigrade like a beasts'. The toes were gigantic pressure plates, easily able to crush even a whole vehicle with room to spare. Tendrils escalated from its back, screwed in under the two mechanical arms that came from the upper back. eight of the tentacle-like things in total, they were an assortment of types, ending in different pieces of technology. One glowed blue and dripped plasma-like energy. Two more were covered in chainsaw-like technology, much like the left hand. Three were cannons, one longer and the other fatter, and the last was a snub-like barrel. The last two ended in pointed tips. All of them swung around independently, like tails. As the feet landed, the portal beneath closed like a rushing tide of water. Thedotus Asyder was not a being to be messed with. The Lord of Maelstrom was not some common Daemon Prince. Soon, everything would become perfect. Everything would be Dust.
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Kars
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DA FOIT
Mar 28, 2015 22:30:08 GMT -5
Post by Kars on Mar 28, 2015 22:30:08 GMT -5
As the sky darkens from the arrival of what could very well be considered a Devil, The clouds begin to part. A single ray of a sunshine manages to reach the ground, casting what could be considered a modicum of hope upon the entire situation. Descending from the parted clouds is a man clad entirely in black, a single wing sprouting from his right shoulder. At his mere appearance, the sky darkens once more, it's form becoming even more blackened and sinister than it was before. The winds themselves seem to whip into an even greater frenzy, their mad howls failing to cease even for a moment.
The figure that had descended stops his ascent and hovers above both the arena and his rather demonic ally. At a glance, The figure has an almost angelic appearance. This is quickly forgotten however, as a prolonged glance reveals the being to be anything but. He stands just over six feet in height and is possessed of a muscled build. He wears a long black cloak, pants, boots, and has two silver shoulder pauldrons. Long silver hair flows from his head while his bangs are parted to the side, revealing a fair face and an entirely bone chilling grin. Two green cat-like eyes fix themselves upon the battlefield and the individuals below, the one winged being extending his left hand out to the side.
A flash of light briefly occurs before a weapon of incredible proportion is found to be held in the left hand. This weapon was a katana though it's length of seven feet was something to be both marveled and feared. The blade itself was something conjured up on will power alone and it was incapable of being wielded to any degree of success by anyone other than the one wielding it now. The "angel" promptly rests the blade at his side before raising his right hand into the air. His hand opens up and with a mere flick of the wrist, the catastrophic weather raging around ceases in its entirety. The One Winged Angel then leisurely makes his way toward the ground, his feet touching the ground several feet in front of his demonic ally.
The One Winged Angel promptly raises and points his blade at the gathered challengers, his calm, almost amused demeanor persisting. His right hand begins rise in conjuncture with the left, the right gripping the blades hilt behind the left. The weapon is raised slightly then re positioned to face the challengers, the "angels" left foot positioned in front of the right, his body turning to accommodate the stance. Once prepared, The "angel" awaits the actions of his enemies.
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DA FOIT
Mar 28, 2015 22:59:44 GMT -5
Post by darkisnotevil on Mar 28, 2015 22:59:44 GMT -5
The Japanese martial artist stepped forward, the red band he wore flowing in the wind. With silent motion, he placed his simple bag of worldy items necessary for survival beside him. Looking up at Sephiroth, he could feel the power radiating from this man, who had taken on a nature not unlike Seth, or Vega, or... Gouki.
The man who had killed his master-- wearing a black gi which contrasted with the clean white one that Ryu always wore. And this... thing... that stood in front of him... was just like Gouki. The desire to end life surged within Ryu for the tiniest fraction of a fraction of a second as he remembered seeing his master presumably dead.
The machine could wait. This foe needed to be defeated- his evil was too great to be allowed to influence the world. Normally, the thought of eliminating a foe was a concept darker than black for the marital artist. With a heavy heart, he saw that it was necessary. This foe, though it carried the visage of a man, was no longer anything that could be considered 'human', or even angelic. Master... Give me strength. Help me face this new challenge with all of my power- all of my skill. His belt had the characters fu-rin-ka-zan on it, representing the concept of being "as swift as wind, as silent as forest, as fierce as fire, as unshakeable as mountain". Ryu had taken these tenets to heart, and learned from the friends and foes he had faced before. Chun-Li... Sagat... Sakura... Ken... Master... I will never forget what I have learned from you.
Looking up, he said, with a steely confidence, "The answer lies in he heart of battle." Taking his traditional stance, he kept on the balls of his feet to prepare for his foe's move. He stared at the one-winged angel with no fury or malice- just a simple knowledge of what needed to be done.
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DA FOIT
Mar 28, 2015 23:06:26 GMT -5
Post by Tribune Bolton on Mar 28, 2015 23:06:26 GMT -5
As the two otherworldly opponents descended upon the battlefield, a ragged man had remained peacefully meditating amongst the challengers. Their presence was that of sheer evil, he noted. That of conquerors, with desires stronger than even Raoh. A shimmering blue light emanated from him as the figures entered, and the man entered a state of zen. The aura of the power of his North Star Merciful Fist whipped across him, and as the “angel” took his stance, the messianic warrior stood.
His stature was better revealed, well over six foot, and well toned. Sickly, compared to his brothers. He wore little besides his grey rags, his gold circlet, and the pauldron upon his left shoulder. His hair, bone white, and the light of his aura shimmered as the weather ceased. His gaze, ever soft, stared calmly at the terrors he faced. Never had he faced such an entity as those presented before him, but the destiny of Hokuto Shinken has brought him here today, and he would not falter. With his unnatural grace, fine tuned by the Century's End, he shifted, swaying leg and arm amongst after-images of his movement, until he came to a final stance as his arms circled, palms open, left hand out and above the right which remained below, his left leg forward. It resembled tai chi, but he knew better. It was an art of assassination. It brought mercy to the lost souls of the wasteland.
"Nil-Thought Flowing Dance."
Somewhere amongst the sky, the Death Omen Star was undoubtably shining bright over this coliseum.
Kenshiro, I shall pave the way for you!
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DA FOIT
Mar 28, 2015 23:17:07 GMT -5
Post by hellohello on Mar 28, 2015 23:17:07 GMT -5
Ojirou Sasame stepped silently out onto the cool stone of the coliseum floor. He glanced over at the weird martial artist guy and Jesus lookalike standing near him. These guys look tough. Tougher than me, anyhow. He looked at the two monstrosities and almost hurled. There was no way he could compete with the likes of them. His stand, Fun Fun Fun, required careful preparation and planning. And not only that, it required for him to be above his opponent. Ojirou looked down at the various bags and cages he was holding, full of nails, pins, razors, snakes, etc. Yeah, like those were gonna be any help...He ran a gloved hand over his head, once again lamenting the loss of his fingers. Damn that Yoshikage Kira. Well. It looked like he was going to have to rely on his teammates this fight. Or genocide. Or whatever.
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DA FOIT
Mar 28, 2015 23:19:15 GMT -5
Post by DeredereChan on Mar 28, 2015 23:19:15 GMT -5
On the other side of the arena, a king surveys her battlefield. By all accounts, this king is merely a fourteen year old girl, not worth a second glance. But her appearance belies a true force that must be reckoned with. Her flaxen gold hair rustles ever so slightly in the wind, and her noble green eyes stare forward with a dignity fitting of a knight. Her outfit is comprised of little more than a simple blue dress made from cheap cloth, interspersed with gleaming iron armor. The dress calmly moves back and forth in the wind, as though it's in another, calmer realm. And in her right hand, there lies a swirling vortex of wind, shaping itself into that of a sword. This wind is concealing a great power, which can only be used in the most dire of circumstances. She subconsciously tightens her grip on it.
The king stares forward with absolute calmness in her eyes, Despite the theatrics, the grand appearance of her foes has not intimidated her at all. Rather, their appearance has fueled her holy quest for retribution. Taking a deep breath, she slowly takes her sword in both hands and rests the seemingly nonexistent blade to her forehead as she closes her eyes in a final moment of calm. All is quiet. She prays that she can find the strength to beat her opponents, hoping that God will smile upon her and her Country on this day.
"God bless Britannia." She says quietly, as she opens her eyes once more and holds her sword with both hands in front of her. She quietly observes her foes for today's battle. She feels much more hatred for the angel of death than the great machine, and she can sense his innate lust for power. However, she knows that she must be wary of both these monstrosities in order to prevail on this day. A slight smile crosses her lips before quickly melting back into a look of determination. These creatures of evil would be nothing against her sheer force of will. They will crumble beneath her attack, and justice shall prevail once more.
"I'm ready." Saber quietly mouths.
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DA FOIT
Mar 28, 2015 23:32:47 GMT -5
Post by MistaMista on Mar 28, 2015 23:32:47 GMT -5
Among the flashing lights and grand entrances, "out of place" would be an understatement to describe the girl with the teacup. Brushing a lock of golden curls out of her face as yet another blast of air bellowed across the battlefield, Mami Tomoe took another sip from her delicate china cup.
Chamomile always calmed her.
All around her, she saw bloodshed.
Royalty, ragged fighters, angels... They've all seen death.
But she's met him.
Laying her cup gently on the ground besides her, Mami straightened with a smile, finger grazing over her ring as she studied her opponents with a look of respectful interest. Yes... It was about time.
With a graceful sweep of her leg, the girl flew into a spin. Immediately, a bright light emanated from her palm as the air surrounding her suddenly held a peculiar scent, one that starkly contrasted the dust and stone of the battlefield--chamomile. A few short seconds later, the girl would reappear where she stood, straightening her cap with one hand and holding an intricate caplock musket in the other.
There be no witches here.
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Zab
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DA FOIT
Mar 28, 2015 23:46:28 GMT -5
Post by Zab on Mar 28, 2015 23:46:28 GMT -5
The Daemon Prince was not one to waste time. Destruction would not be brought any time sooner without action, and action was best served in the loudest way possible.
Thedotus did not speak. The sounds of cannons were his voice.
The large being shifted its right side forward. As it did so, the right servo-arm fused to the Earthshaker Cannon came forward, as well. Because of this, the cannon would be aligned faster than just letting it turn by itself, which wouldn't have taken very long anyway.
But, even then, unknowing where the one with the bag of nails and the magic girl were, the martial artist and the meditation man had grouped up, one of which decided to ignore the large artillery cannon mounted on the Daemon.
Even then, the blast still might hit the other two, depending on their positions and blast radius. Not the one who was sitting on the opposite end of the battlefield.
A shell was let loose in an ear-shattering blast. The 132mm cannon fired a 38 kilogram shell at the velocity of 814 miles per hour (and this is with an average charge of powder), the artillery shell would impact much under the course of a quarter of a second, even. A heartbeat. Much more, it was an artillery shell, designed for siege position to take out buildings and hardened structures.
Even then, the snake tamer might still be caught in the blast. Maybe.
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Kars
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Mar 29, 2015 0:08:46 GMT -5
Post by Kars on Mar 29, 2015 0:08:46 GMT -5
Sephiroth darts into the air a split second after the his ally fires the weapon, the speed of said ascent nothing short of incredible. Gazing at the destruction wrought on the ground, Sephiroth turns his attentions toward the one standing all by themselves. This woman was dignified and stood with a rather knightly or powerful poise. This was amusing to the fallen angel and that itself is enough to draw his attention. Quickly taking to the ground, Sephiroth lands just about twenty feet or so from Saber, his blade held at his side. Whether this was unintentional or an insult toward the female, it remained to be shown.
" Such strength...How long you can last? "
With a swift diagonal swing of his blade, at a pace a human couldn't hope to fathom, a "beam" of energy is launched toward Saber. The beam itself travels relatively fast but it carries with it the power to effortlessly bypass or separate steel. Should the strike hit and the target wasn't sufficiently armored or defended, they would be bisected diagonally. The One Winged Angel was undoubtedly ready for a counter attack should one occur, not that he needed to be.
Thedotus was more than capable of holding his own against the other. Even then, Sephiroth would gladly bring ruin to the would be heroes should the need arise.
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DA FOIT
Mar 29, 2015 0:40:28 GMT -5
Post by DeredereChan on Mar 29, 2015 0:40:28 GMT -5
Saber quickly takes a fighting stance, and stares down her opponent. She felt disappointment with her opponents choice of opening move, feeling that such a weak choice was downplaying her ability. Nevertheless, she dodged the beam with incredible ease, juking to the left at nearly unmatched speed. She circled all the way around Sephiroth, coming to a quick stop behind him. She shook her head, as she was under the impression that her opponent was actually going to be a challenge. At least, it wasn't shaping up to be that way. She looked up with intense passion in her eyes. "You are a swordsman, no?" Saber calls out. "Why don't you act like it?" Saber takes stance once more, staying a good several meters from him, waiting to see if her opponent would step up to her level.
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Mar 29, 2015 0:55:01 GMT -5
Post by MistaMista on Mar 29, 2015 0:55:01 GMT -5
Having been on the same side as the Royal, Mami would be spared the artillery strike. The Angel was The other's prey. Her opponent laid in the other gunner. The cannon fire would not be music to only the daemon as she reacted immediately, ribbons stretching around her outstretched hand and digging into the earth--anchoring her as the shockwave blasted through. A second later, however, she was moving up. Rifles appearing in mid-air as stepping stones, the girl ascended straight upwards with surprising agility and grace. She leapt from rifle to rifle as more guns were summoned with a wave of her hand, every one trained on the joint between the daemon and it's cannon. A faint grin and the hint of tea in the air, and a thousand caplock rifles would fire with a single word, "Trio."
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Mar 29, 2015 0:59:03 GMT -5
Post by Tribune Bolton on Mar 29, 2015 0:59:03 GMT -5
Toki had perceived the aura of his allies before the battle had begun with a literal blast. The martial artist could survive on his own. The Earthshaker shell was perceived the moment it left the cannon, and all that remained of Toki within the blast radius were after images as he broke into mach speed to avoid the attack. He slowed once the explosion had passed, still traveling at inhuman speeds as he neared the duel between the angel and the king.
If he weren't in his state of zen, he'd feel a pang of regret leaving the other fighter behind, but he went were he was needed. The one winged angel appeared to retain his human form, where there was a human form, there were pressure points. As he ran his aura whipped and flowed into a flurry of rainbows, and in a blur he came to a stop ten feet on the opposite side of Sephiroth from where Saber had stopped. Honor would get them nowhere against one who could will a tempest away. He swiped both arms upward and forward, sending two vertical beams of white ki at the speed of light at the angel. The ki itself carried no power, but if it hit Sephiroth at center mass, it would strike the pressure point Kensei, contorting his muscles before imploding them with a rush of euphoria.
He would offer no taunt, simply a declaration.
"Merciful Face Breaking Fist!"
His fists resumed his stance as quickly as they swiped upward, ever ready to counter.
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Mar 29, 2015 1:02:39 GMT -5
Post by darkisnotevil on Mar 29, 2015 1:02:39 GMT -5
As Sephiroth disappeared, Ryu suddenly became aware of the artillery fire streaking towards him. With instinct honed by years of combat with the supernatural and the scientifically augmented, he sprinted with all of his strength under the projectile, hoping to close the distance between himself and the machine so he could stop it from firing again.
Ultimately, he was launched through the air, tossed by the explosion until he hit the ground in front of the machine and rolled with the fall to minimize the bruising. His body was scorched somewhat by the fall, but he stood up to continue, cringing from the burning sensation on his back.
What is this machine? Some sort of war-armor? And what's this feeling? I can't... For a few seconds, Ryu struggled internally at the new influx of painful, evil information that threatened to turn him into a monster. NO... This is... This is... The Warp?
A dormant rage awakened within the warrior. Reduced to refuge in the wastes of his own soul, Ryu stood up, slowly being consumed by the chaotic influence in front of him. "My name is Ryu..." The Chaos corruption was absorbed as like to like by the ever-fire of Ryu's Hadou. His face became sinister, and his body became semi-demonic in form. "No... From now on I shall be I shall be 'Hidou'... this whole world will become a waste by my hand!"
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Mar 29, 2015 1:15:37 GMT -5
Post by hellohello on Mar 29, 2015 1:15:37 GMT -5
Ojirou ran to the side, away from the massive crater that had now appeared in the side of the arena. He made his way over to a small staircase leading up to the empty bleachers. Gazing around at the chaos, he thought it best to just lay low for a bit, come up with some sort of plan.
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