Welcome to Gaia! ::

A crack of violet lightning fills the sky before the heavens above begin to fall upon the paradise of Gaia itself. Pillars of stone and great chunks of land begin to fall from the sky, crashing down all around the plateua as if thrown from afar, attempting to strike home. A single island no bigger than a small room begins to fall close to the main target, the northern ends of the stadium. A pillar of orange metal and verdant life given form begins to descend upon the island, two points of light blazing forth from the armor.

As the island lands he can be seen more clearly, an armored man of a stature just under six feet with one black horn rising from the left side of his head, his armor a mixture of orange and emerald, the former covered in depictions of evil while the latter is complete with what seems to be a suit of leaves. On his right arm is a massive tower shield; Carine, and on the left is a long tube pulsing with violet energy, Orcus. The four columns around him crackle with violet light as he steps off the island and his personal chariot of classic roman design carries itself away.

He glances to the other end of the stadium, awaiting his opponent as the four voices in his mind race, a silent prayer going up to his Brother and Lord on High. The seam of white light that divides orange and emerald seems wide, dividing evil from the life within.

((Is that MSN correct/current/in use? Prod me on MSN if you're on, or...something.))

Tac smirked, and the armor contorted, showing that this armor must be linked to him in some more substantial way. Orcus continued to gather energy as Jordan and Carine continued offering up their prayer. Tac centered on himself, floating up off the ground as a sphere began to flicker around him, a gravity gradient working its way into existance.

His voice pulsed outwards, carried much further than otherwise possible by a burst of concentrated air, "An interesting entrace, to be sure. Not quite as earth moving as my own, but oh well, not everyone can be as damned awesome as myself. As you no doubt have concluded, I am Tacitus NusrI am Jordan Daize, Agent 17adai, Commissioner of the GPD." The change in tone was noticable indeed, but didn't even throw him. Two minds interjecting upon one another in speech. Odd indeed.

Tac would rocket forward and upwards slightly as the ground around Hiroki began to groan and flare with violet light, a localized gravimetric field taking hold as the pull towards the core of the earth began to increase. 3x...4x...8x...

The thin line that divided that which was evil from that which lived in peace within him visibly shrank, something that happened as a part of donning the armor, pushing him to greater heights as a fight continued. With Tacitus, letting him do what he wanted for over ten inutes usually ended in catastrophe.

As the spell that was being formulated entered what was technically the second stage a single large rune would begin to flare as it began to orbit Tacitus. The first stage dealt with his current form, and as such a rune was not necessary as opposed to the two crossed maces embossed on the face of a clock that now darted around him. With both Carine and Jordan concentrating on the spell it would only be a matter of time.

((3/6))

((Sorry it took me so long, got kicked off the comp.))

The grav field would follow Hikori, sticking close as a sphere seemed to flicker around him as well, beinging to pull from all sides. It would keep him at the center of the sphere, but also begin trying to pull him apart.

As for Tac, his form blazed through the air and Orcus raised up before him, aiming directly for Hikori, and then he stopped. This pause was nothing literaly, but figurative, his perspective torn from his body as he watched himself continue forward and a blaze of light pulse out from Orcus, only to have his body run through by the six beams. He saw it from every angle, watching the effect it had on his armor, slowly burning through it, but not slowly enough to have it completely regen.

He watched himself die...and then watched as the beams retreated, his body reformed, and time was pulled back to the point before any of the above paragraph happened. [Sight of the Fated-Foresight through Hindsight] His form shifted and he fell upwards as if he had suddenly been hit by a truck, gravity around him hitting extreme negative Gs for a split second as he catapulted upwards out of the way of the beams.

Orcus would convulse and a shockwave of orange light would pulse outwards from the end of the tube that was trained on Hikori, a single cannister launching forth. It sped through the air nearing the speed of sound, but it shimmered with a violet aura, as if it had a gravity all its own. It was an antimagic grenade, and Tac was controlling its flightpath.

Carine and Jordan continued their prayers as a second (third) Rune blazed into existance.



((4/6))

((>.< 6...30...same difference. XP The dodge is the same.))

Tac's armor seemed to meld and shift, the two sides mixing into a swirling mass across his chest as his horn grew larger, but a second grew as well, forming a C above his head, almost as if the two halves wanted to meet with one another. The line that had divided the two halves was completely gone, obviously, as the two were swirling together as one. The gravsphere around him was growing in strength, and his entire form was under significant strain, gravimetric forces and the pull of magic subjecting him to several extremes. He passed ever higher, out of sight of Hikori by far, his speed ever increasing as he passed beyond a height any could see him with the naked eye. One would assume the pillar might loose track sooner or later.

The grenade does not explode, but instead began to float there, unfettered by Tac's distance or the surroundings. Should the pillars take potshots at it the cannister would dart around as if it were having fun being tossed around on a current of gravity.

Should Hikori be seeking a heat signature already, he won't find one, Tac's metabolism too low to produce any significant heat from his body. If Tac were in range to see Hikori the shadows wouldn't hide him, as Tac would see the man as if he had been standing in place for five minutes before the shadows arrived.

A third (fourth) symbol was forming, that of two longswords crossed and a brilliant white light shining out from their point of contact.

((5/6))

((Yeah, but he's not fully ere, at least not anymore. I'm lazy, so this is a C&P. It all happens almost at once and in like less than 6 seconds or so, give or take.))

Perception. Action. Perception. Reaction. Perception. Completion.

Perception. A flurry of motion would surround Tacitus as his body seemed to become lost within the upper atmosphere, scattered as if destroyed. Obliterated.

Perception Action. Light would blaze in the sky, four streams of light pulse outwards, originating from the single point where Tacitus would have been at time of impact.

Perception Action Perception. The skies began to bend to the will of the Father, light consuming darkness and turning night to day and obliterating shadow, only to create another that much deeper. Four symbols blazed of their own accord high in the sky, the light pulsing out from their existance and plainly displaying to all exactly what they were.

Perception Action Perception Reaction. Each of the four points continued outward, a globe of green and orange ferrying each further and further from the blast, the forces of time and patience meeting with explosive force as aspects of alignment were thrust forth. Each of the four seemed to link to one another for a brief moment as the light was banished from this realm, a single stream passing from each through the boundaries of time and space to call forth The Fated.

Perception Action Perception Reaction Perception. Speed. Such speed. Speed that surpassed the limits of logic and reason, breaking any laws and regulations physics might place upon those that existed within reality. Was he going faster than light, or was light slowing down to let him pass?

Perception Action Perception Reaction Perception Completion. The four points began to cascade down a waterfall that surpassed gravity and time, tumbling to earth at a speed that rivaled that of The Fated. Each of them impacted the ground with the force of a feather touching earth, despite speeds that looked as if they could shatter one's existance into little more than light. The feel of heavy temporal magic floated in the air, untouchable by the mist as it did not fully touch on this timeline.

From each globe a figure emerged.

The first was The Chosen, pulling the image of a black hole that floated before him close to his being, forming a blazing purple orb in one hand as a 9mm jumped to the other, aimed at Hikori. He appeared as Tac wpould without his armor, dressed in black with strands of orange hair, a pair of green and orange eyes limned with vipolet behind orange shades.

The second was two great hands gripping the Rune of Torment, a huge axe taking shape, but an even bigger man bursting forth from the confines of the bubble that was far too small for his ten foot frame. The Tormentor was unleashed upon existance once more. Wild red hair and blood red eyes complimented by black armor covered in dried blood.

The third was The Faithful, the two longswords upon the image torn away as the blinding light gave birth to a man equal to The Tormentor in his strength, but of a holy origin, clad in white and gold with a mane of white hair.

The fourth was The Determined, a long serated blade with a mask superimposed behind it in a field of darkness. The blade was pulled back into the darkness and the mask faded with a mad cackle as The Determined seemed to merge with the shadows that he pulled under his own control.

The last was The Fated himself, the clockface shattering as two armored hands reached out to take up the pistols crossed before it, the two pistols melding with the armor and sinking deep within as the line between life and evil became tainted, fading as the two were lost within one another. The horns grew to a point where they where almost touching, streaks of green running through the black.

The great beast of a weapon, Orcus, was raised as Tac smirked, "I'd like you to meet some friends. Me." "Me" "Me" "Me" "And Me." Each of the five versions of Tac were standing twenty feet from Hikori and his images in a star pattern an intangible link of existance joining them, "Time is against you."

Perception. Action. Perception. Reaction. Perception. Completion.

((...it occurs to me I've been spelling the name wrong... >.<```))

The stadium was obliterated, gone, destroyed, pulverized, wiped out, exploded, boomified. However you wat to put it, that suckers was gone.

Tac was not.

Eyes couldn't have tracked their motion, for they moved faster than light could ever have hoped to, The Fated slowing down time to a crawl as The Chosen surrounded each of the five in a sphere of gravity to carry them out of harms way. No matter Hiroki's control of Time, he could not match The Fated, for he was one step down from the very essense of time, he was the Avatar of the God of Time.

Wrath, Light, Darkness, Gravity, and Time. They all floated about Hiroki, The Fated himself decked out in the full armor looking nearly as menacing as The Tormentor, aka Wrath. The horns completed a circle and the solid ring began to spin, passing through his skull with ease in an unending cycle. The armor in its entirety seemed to almost have swirled into a singular color, orange and green mixing to an odd brown as tendrils of black coursed through it.

Wrath was the first to attack, darting forward under Gravity's direction, the massive axe moving to swing with force as if it's weight was determined by the gravity of the sun, and not of the earth. Light attacked next, a flash pulsing out from him to spell all shadows, wrapping around all to create a nimbus of light around each of the six in the area. Darkness darted forward under Gravity's aid as well, his blade aimed to slice Hiroki in half, a blade that oscilated on a temporal frequency, out of synch with time so as to bypass any solid metals and unleash fury upon flesh. Time and Gravity did nothing, focusing on themselves and their allies.