((Yup, Curse was the one who pushed him to get stronger. Who tested his limits and humiliated him like a big brother, just to bring him down. He's a very mental and strong character, and Sin has made him well and a great OC. In truth, Kaim wants to show he's like Curse by beating him once and for all; taking his life. And what's it mean when they, "live off their own role plays"? Oh yeah, and I edited. xd ))
"Damn, I'm here too late, Sin firewall jutsu." God cursed and then moved to solidly command one of his crew members to create a circle of fire. The first would be to prevent escape and the second would be to suffocate all the oxygen inside the circle. Sin obeyed the command beginning a small series of handsets for focusing the kaiton chakra into her hand. Then pressing the ground in a crouching position sending a line of fire directly for Kaim and at the last foot attempting to Circle around him instead of directly attacking him. This gave only a few vital seconds for the opponent to escape but also tricked the opponent in the type of attack. "Greed, senbon strike, and Lust Flash Strike." God's orders were clear and followed up right after the completion of the firewall attack giving a few more vital seconds of possible life. Greed's mask showed money on it and also an act of hording it away from the poor, these masks now evovled in painting of art, sometimes they were different but the people were the same names. Greed raised his strong wide body holding a senbon and tossing it to the the location of Kaim at the correct place soon after following it with a several copy handseals and the single senbon needle multiplied into fifty in a wide area. Lust, a lean man with his muscles not so bulging and his black skin gleaming the glare of the sun off his bare shoulders leaned forward drawing two hook swords and Boomed with flashing speed past Kaim attempting a cross slash onto the vicitim's body. The first attack could be blocked by a barrier and the second attack was a direct line that could be avoided or blocked if they knew how. "Seal of the Neural Strike will have to wait to see until whe know what happens." The rapid succession of the attacks did not allow God to see how or what happened until a few seconds after giving Kaim enough time to possibly counter.
Kaim didn't quite know how exactly this was going to end, but that same rage that consumed him when Curse was in presence was back. He wasn't, yet he knew why. I'm not dying until I kill him, slaughter him until he begs to die! His energy created a small and thin aura, still weak for some reason or another. As the fire came, he quickly Dashed through it; the burns minor and would go away after a few days. He used the quickness to not let them build it up to where it would stay to a permanent burn, plus the speed minorized the effect. But the other two attacks, it was tradgic. He hopped out of the way of about five of the needles... out of fifty. About seven struck him in each vital body part; arms, legs, and chest. And the cross-slash left a large cut across his torso; the armor protecting him slightly but still a large gash. It would heal after awhile, as would all of the wounds he recieved. He stood, his arm hanging loosely in front of him. Words echo'd through his head, that of Curse. Hate... hate... hate... He repeated those words, the aura around him getting thicker. The needles still in him and his chest still ripped open, he moved his head up to look at God, his grey eyes now a blazing red. A little wave of air was shot out as the aura grew. Hate... hate... HATE!
(Sorry dinner time)"Puppet master, Kanada string." God commanded coolly staying back out of the fight allowing himself to be the brains of the operation and it worked well enough. God's team could pull through and save each other while he himself made sure they survived long enough for their service and use to be over. As soon as the command was done the puppet master of the thirteen support members pulled out special gloves. Applying a B rank amount of chakra into the gloves see-through string strong as a diamond fibers began to grow and lash for Kaim's body attempting to wrap it around his body. Seeing as that their opponent only soulfully glared in one place speaking the words, "Hate hate hate," repeatedly it was assumed that unless he deigned to move that he was captured. Kanada string was only string that only God could break but continuing with the theme the team created the offensive demon seal strategy two two one.
Upon the starting point capturing of the opponent's body within the Kanada String came kunai with crystal balls were released into the air including some with explosion that held within slowing drugs once breathed. Merely seconds upon the failure or the success of the capture the victim the thirty kunai landed and impacted. The crystals would break releasing with them ice that would attempt to encase anything being within reach which in this case Kaim whether moving or standing still since they covered a large area. Following this the drugged smoke from the exploding tags provided a perfect cover for a masked Envy who would appear on his left side from it uses advanced illusion techniques attempting to make Kaim believe it can't use its transformation properly. Taking advantage of Kaim's surprise, Envy strikes with surgical chakra control at Kaim's body attempting the rapid severing of many neurons as she passes.
Following this was Lust leaning forth in a Flash strike with the hook blades attempting to sever the arms from the body. The flash strike was a charge of running speed passing Kaim's body using advaced weapon techniques and skidding to a complete halt at God's side and resting on Lust's own knee from the energy use. A second Flash Strike by an unknown member began its running charge of high speeds standing one second in one place and the next two seconds behind Kaim. In the time of passing a single katana attempted to slice Kaim's head off whether he was moving or standing this unknown member turned to see if he succeeded.
(I can honestly say if God dies I'll be sad and respect the person who killed him by not resurrecting him)
Character Name: Count Bleck
Weapons: N/A he is not phisical- in any way...
Powers: can teleport with a tecneque called "flipping" and can alter reality by reading lines of the Dark Prognosis, a toumb generally levitating by his shoulder.
Other: He levitates everywhere, from the power the Chaos Heart has given him- he doesen't have any limbs to speak of, nor is he entirely solid- he can pick up things but, at the same time... he never really seems... entirely... there- thus is why phisical attacks don't neccesarily always hit him.
Bio: He was formerly known as Lord Blumiere, who wasn't evil whatsoever, due to... certain things... he was, hovever, driven into madness from a traumatic experience, and, whilst having now completley recovered from the madness itself, he still keeps his second name- Count Bleck- and rejoices in all that he once despised- torture, pain and death...
((don't know if I'm meant to post this again... heheh... sweatdrop new thread? I'll go with that~! mrgreen aulthough... it appears that no-one is online... *dramatic sigh* nevertheemind, though... I shall wait... *insert ominous music here* rofl))
:/ Aww so now we have to do profile skellys??? *Eye roll* AND only 5 characters... *Rolls around on the ground* Wahhh! Grrr... Panther I'm going to put our RP from the old thread here for you to respond to brb.
After a while he finishes off his plate then took the water and just drank it before it stopped and drank the orange juice. This took him about a few minuets then the stoopped and leaned back on her in content "well thank you for the hot meal and bed and message, now I feel I am getting the short end of the stick. Is there any thing I could do to repay you? " He gently flexes showing off his tan body.
Shaking her head, she quickly retorted, “It’s no problem at all. And besides, there’s nothing you could do to repay me.” Thinking to herself, “If you can offer it, mostly likely I’ve already got it, or had it.” As he lay back on her, she smiled, his body warming her. Absent mindedly, she ran her finger tips through his hair, humming gently. She wondered how long it’d actually been since she’d had any kind of contact, be it verbal or physical, with anyone, be them human or not.
Mont''ka was a bit confused on her answer "So there is nothing I can do to repay you?, then why do you do this to me? I mean sure I am an amazing person but To you I must be some random human, " He gets him self more relaxed and lays his head back on her as she starts to figit and slides her fingers tips through her hair., He did not reconside the tne she was gently humming but it was still nice. His eyes closed fora bit waiting for her answer.
As soon as the strings connected, sealing Kaim's body like a carcus, Hell broke loose. "HATE!" He screamed loudly, the aura of pure red now turning midnight black with an outline of maroon. His arm started to have markings run down it's length, the color unknown for now as they were glowing red, sending this new energy flailing around everywhere. His hate had evolved, evolved into something more deadly than anyone could imagine. The drugs were inhaled, the moves were perfect, even severing the neurons, yet something was off. Very off. He even froze, and was sliced by the attacks of these ninjas. Only to have it all collapse. A couple moments after all the successions... bang! The energy was a giant pillar, seemingly leaping up into the sky endlessly. It calmed, now covering him in a sort of protective barrier. The wounds were very minor, like those of paper-cut proportions. His eyes were glowing black as he shot forward, his aura thrashing violently around outside of him. The neuron problem was solved by the energy seeping inside and making thin lines of communication; they were the same color as the aura. His marked armed glowed as he ran towards God, his fist being covered thickly, since it was already covered with the aura, in it's own substance. "HATE!" The aura sparked up even higher as Kaim ran forward, leaping up high into the air and thrashing his fist down at God. If he didn't get into a twenty yard range away from the attack, he would be sent flying. Maybe not injured, but definately flying.
Kali nodded, shrugged her shoulders, “No, there’s nothing that comes to my mind that you can do for me. Did you have any suggestions?” Again, she nodded, this time smiling, “Yes, you are really just a random human, but druids are rare, and they excite me.” A mental face palm flashed through her thoughts as she remembered he’d never revealed he was a druid, though she continued as if she’d not made the mistake, hoping he would over look it as she continued to comb through his hair. The sunlight from the window crept across the floor, crawling on the bed, illuminating the skin on her face, making her smile wider.
"He broke the Kanada String!" The puppet master exclaimed and looked at God for support in what action to take. God only stood collecting chakra into his mech covered hand forming an electric glove around his palm while three others created a weaker copy of Rasengan using heat and wind current to form a sphere in his hand with the electric fist. In the last moment of the powering punch God leaned forward bracing his feet against the dirt and his Mech-covered right hand to try and catch the fist into the palm of his hand. This had become a fight between a demon Kaim and a darker God but with that palm thrust there were two things that made the world of difference to this battle. The weak rasengan was made for both damaging the oncoming fist that God attempted to capture and for weakening the impact by acting a ball of wind that popped as soon as the pressure began too great. The second factor was the unshaped electric current generated from his mech-arm running down God's right hand and when if connected it would go into the fist. Since the electric current did not have any place to conduct itself it would only a minor jolt until and if when Kaim's feet connected with the ground to run its course. None of the subordinates dared to interfere with Kaim's advance on their leader for fear of being tested on with a new jutsu. God's feet slid eight feet back under the impact of the braced punch. Even worse was God's attempt to use his machine's strength to keep and lock his opponent's fist by holding it in place. Circuits blew from the fist as the machine was put to the test of God's natural muscle strength and the strength designed into the metal.
(O.o Sweet. O.o Ohh well, not like the illusion seal works from where it comes from. Has like a smallchance percentage of making illusion real. That means the moment your character stops being insane something nastier will happen. Don't edit please.)