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 Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 11:22 am
 Not for love, not for stiffs! A playground that is not for the faint of heart, it's Mr. Sensual's Secret Palace!
Throughout the Tower of Babel rest floors which reflect the darkness inside of humanity...when humans venture within, their shadows come out to play, changing the very face of certain levels within into the dungeon of their nightmares, putting on display that which they don't want others to see. But for those whose shadows have already taken control, whose darkness rules and acts according to its own design, there are unique floors entirely under their command, bending to their will as they seek to ascend to the top of the Tower.
The 215th Floor is home to a dreamy world crafted from the mind of Sensuke Tarumohara. The entrance hall is like the first floor of a hotel, and the entire building reeks of high-class architecture. The only way forward is using the elevator, but all the buttons are blank, taking you where the world wills. A large monitor above the door on the inside turns on when one enters, playing a welcoming video that claims they are entering 'Not for love, and not for stiffs! A playground that is not for the faint of heart! Mr. Sensual's Secret Palace!'. The dungeon laying beyond the doors is a sumptuous location with dreamy neon lighting and colorful spectacles the likes of which the greatest clubs in the world would be envious of. The wall-high panes of glass are drenched in moving neon colors, switching constantly from brilliant azure blues to cherry reds, and so forth; the only thing fighting off the smothering darkness outside those self-same windows. The floor appears to be a polished marble, sparkling unnaturally and yet beautifully under foot, and the air is warm and welcoming throughout the decadent World. A deep bass adds to the sensual atmosphere, lowering the inhibitions of guests and thickening the depraved air further.
Throughout the halls and stairwells are doors covered in exaggerated lip marks in a deep rose red, and 'Occupied' signs hang upon the doorknobs. Debauched sounds echo from these locked areas, thick moans and savory other tidbits, all put together by 'Mr. Sensual', the manager of the dark establishment. The world is clearly geared towards "male" clientele, and the shadows that wander its halls are almost all female, including the classy dancers and sofa-lounging 'empresses'. These soap ladies, and the immoral house they exist within, are born from Sensuke's insecurities about his own identity...though his stage personality is "Mr. Sensual", the ability to differentiate between the mask and the real self underneath have driven him to hate that part of himself, and thus was born the world that embodied that which he denied, and hopes never to become. The world of his Shadow, the master of the finest cathouse to exist within the entirety of the Realm of the Mind...Babel.
The final room, the Night Scene, looks like the wide hall of a cabaret club with a stage where one might perform. It gives off the same feeling of forbidden freedom, with thick crimson curtains hanging about the room...but this is no peaceful place, and anyone who reaches this arena will find themselves doing battle, though in what form is yet to be decided.Quote: *~:: P1-Climax [Round 1] ::~*
Orvaeus Velvetair vs. Sensuke Tarumohara
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*~:: P1-Climax [Round 2] ::~*
Orvaeus Velvetair vs. Yuuya Kuniohara
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*~:: P1-Climax [Round 3] ::~*
Nix Gallen vs. Itachi Kishikido
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 4:15 pm
 Orvaeus Velvatair"Pretty shitty place..." Orv's voice sneered out, as he rotated his arm. "Feels almost like a night club. Too much ******** music..Disgusting shadows...And a ******** stage. How full of himself is the guy who this is from?"
Orv scowled as he glanced around the area, looking for where the creator of the world was. The plan had been in motion, and he was set up to fight someone again, after the last tournament....But...
Gonna have to make up for last night. he thought, pulling out his knife as he glanced around. I underestimated the rats, and they swarmed me. I won't let that happen again..
He glanced around the area once more, waiting... Quote: Orvaeus: is ready! Weapon: Bloody Razor: Barbershop Razor. Cuts inflict Bleed effect [Sap a small amount of HP for 3 turns], If striking a joint on a limb, roll 1/10 odds. If successful, limb will suffer ligament/tendon damage and suffer paralysis for 3 turns or until healed by an ally. Armor: Penance Suit: Rust-colored body suit with tiny needles on the inside which p***k the skin of the user and cause them to bleed in minute trickles all over their body. [Reduce Maximum Health by 25%. Constant Heat Riser effect when worn] Accessory: Black Mambas: Black, fanciful hairpins sharpened to an incredible point and tipped with a very potent poison.[Inflict Poison with +50% odds when using]
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 12:19 am
 Sensuke Takumohara
"Uuuugh" Sensuke groaned as he had risen from being dropped into this strange and slightly disturbing area. He had heard from the more experienced members that the place had a tendency to warp itself to the inhabitant's dark desires and thoughts, and twisting them. So seeing all that was around him gave him a frown he didn't like wearing "Damn it, so this is what it sees my mind as" Sensuke muttered to himself as he had looked around. He had saw that Midnight Channel thing recently and had immediately jumped in along with the rest of them, but had gotten apparently stranded from the rest of them after getting in. "I wonder were the rest of the guys are at" Sensuke puzzled as he wandered around, hearing all the sounds of debauchery bouncing around him and looking fir one of his teammates. I hope they don't judge me for this... Quote: Sensuke's Loudout: Scythe Guitar. A signature guitar with a built in scythe blade. The mechanism is often locked when playing on stage, but when a four note melody is played, the blade comes out. Singer's Outfit: A fashioned outfit that has been used for shoots before. He has at least three pairs of them. Mic & Headset: A Headset mic that Sensuke often wears for shoots. It is the only one he owns, had has seen lots of action.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 4:51 am
Orvaeus VelvatairOrv kept skulking around the area quietly at this, watching for signs of movement, and trying to ignore the sounds of vulgarity from the ******** sick a** world. he snapped, before coming up on a figure with stitches in his head, and red hair. Orv paused at this, before letting the shadows come to him, and focusing up his energy.
"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour!" Orv snapped in a venomous tone. 'I've been waiting For. Ev. Er. Now, make like a flower and wilt already!"
He made no effort to hide. After all, why should he hide from a perverse victim, when he was a Black Messiah? One that was about to cut the guy like a stuck pig, he might add... Quote: Orvaeus: Power Charge Weapon: Bloody Razor: Barbershop Razor. Cuts inflict Bleed effect [Sap a small amount of HP for 3 turns], If striking a joint on a limb, roll 1/10 odds. If successful, limb will suffer ligament/tendon damage and suffer paralysis for 3 turns or until healed by an ally. Armor: Penance Suit: Rust-colored body suit with tiny needles on the inside which p***k the skin of the user and cause them to bleed in minute trickles all over their body. [Reduce Maximum Health by 25%. Constant Heat Riser effect when worn] Accessory: Black Mambas: Black, fanciful hairpins sharpened to an incredible point and tipped with a very potent poison.[Inflict Poison with +50% odds when using]
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 2:27 pm
Sensuke Takumohara
"Heh, man of the hour, haven't heard that term for a while." Sensuke said as he had noticed someone around that didn't quite fit in with the shadows all around. And with the aura that just didn't settle right with him, Sensuke pulled out his evoker, some gun looking thing that he was told was to pull out his inner power, he looked at the crazy kid and smiled. "Can't say I will be wilting any time soon though, got a lot ahead of me." And with that, he pulled the trigger of the evoked as he shot it towards one of his eyes, and from it a being of mass electricity came out from Sensuke and with a point of a malformed finger, a bolt of electricity was sent towards the bandaged boy. "And if you thought that was shocking, you haven't heard me play yet." Sensuke said, with a quip. Quote: Sensuke: Zionga (Orv) [Elec Boost][Elec Amp] Sensuke's Loudout: Scythe Guitar. A signature guitar with a built in scythe blade. The mechanism is often locked when playing on stage, but when a four note melody is played, the blade comes out. Singer's Outfit: A fashioned outfit that has been used for shoots before. He has at least three pairs of them. Mic & Headset: A Headset mic that Sensuke often wears for shoots. It is the only one he owns, had has seen lots of action.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 5:41 am
Orvaeus VelvatairOrvaeus scowled as 'Mr. Sensual' engaged him, bringing what looked like a gun to his head.
"Ohhh, so you're one of them.." he called back..before a bolt of Electricity came crashing down over him. Orv sparked a bit from it...But, as Mr. Sensual would notice, Damage had some trouble..Sticking to him.
Orvaeus's Regenerative abilities started up as he was injured...And, without missing a beat, Orv pulled out his knife.
"Well, then why don't we play a game?" he stated, his body still pulsing with energy from the power charge. "It's simple..Left or Right."
And at that, Orvaeus lunged with the two weapons. Mr. Sensual would have to make a choice here...And all of his options ended in blood. Quote: Orvaeus: Velvatair Bloodrender: [Swing in with double strikes. Enemies can choose between High Physical Damage with Bleeding, High Physical damage with a Defense Debuff, or Two hits of High physical Damage.] (Power Charged!) [Heat Riser Buff, from Penance Suit] Weapon: Bloody Razor: Barbershop Razor. Cuts inflict Bleed effect [Sap a small amount of HP for 3 turns], If striking a joint on a limb, roll 1/10 odds. If successful, limb will suffer ligament/tendon damage and suffer paralysis for 3 turns or until healed by an ally. Armor: Penance Suit: Rust-colored body suit with tiny needles on the inside which p***k the skin of the user and cause them to bleed in minute trickles all over their body. [Reduce Maximum Health by 25%. Constant Heat Riser effect when worn] Accessory: Black Mambas: Black, fanciful hairpins sharpened to an incredible point and tipped with a very potent poison.[Inflict Poison with +50% odds when using] [Passives] Regenerate 1: 2% Healing Regenerate 2: 4% Healing Regenerate Curse: 4% healing + Resist Physical
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 6:32 pm
Sensuke Takumohara
As Sensuke had noticed that the guy easily started to recover back from the blast of lighting that 'other side of him' had let loose. As he had taunted him on which side he should. choose, a small chuckle let through Sensuke's lips as he smiled. "Do I even get a third choice? No? Ah well..." Sensuke sighed slightly as he had then fell towards the left blade, it's slice cutting through him painfully so. But afterwards, Sensuke pointed his evoker towards his scars and shot again, as his persona wrapped it's lanky arms around him, healing the wounds as best as he could, as quickly as he had gotten them. Though it wasn't as satisfactory to stop the bleeding the blade had done to him. It looked like this wouldn't be so easy for him. Quote: Sensuke: Diarama (Sensuke) Sensuke has been inflicted with Bleed Sensuke's Loudout: Scythe Guitar. A signature guitar with a built in scythe blade. The mechanism is often locked when playing on stage, but when a four note melody is played, the blade comes out. Singer's Outfit: A fashioned outfit that has been used for shoots before. He has at least three pairs of them. Mic & Headset: A Headset mic that Sensuke often wears for shoots. It is the only one he owns, had has seen lots of action.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 3:35 pm
Orvaeus VelvatairOrvaeus smirked as the creeper immediately moved to use a restorative spell on himself....And then noticed that he was still bleeding.
"Well, well...Looks like you chose wrong." he called, flicking the barbershop razor in his hands callously. "Too bad....Looks like you're still playing my little game."
He lunged forth at the man again, acting like he was about to bring up his razor for another direct attack....before the shattering of a card could be heard. Orv held up his hand to 'Mr Sensual's body, before white-hot Nuclear flames erupted from it, spraying all around, and at his target. Even if he preferred to cut his opponents to shreds, he wasn't above some...
Nastier methods. Quote: Orvaeus: Mafreila (Medium Nuclear damage, All Foes) [Penance Suit Heat Riser buff] Weapon: Bloody Razor: Barbershop Razor. Cuts inflict Bleed effect [Sap a small amount of HP for 3 turns], If striking a joint on a limb, roll 1/10 odds. If successful, limb will suffer ligament/tendon damage and suffer paralysis for 3 turns or until healed by an ally. Armor: Penance Suit: Rust-colored body suit with tiny needles on the inside which p***k the skin of the user and cause them to bleed in minute trickles all over their body. [Reduce Maximum Health by 25%. Constant Heat Riser effect when worn] Accessory: Black Mambas: Black, fanciful hairpins sharpened to an incredible point and tipped with a very potent poison.[Inflict Poison with +50% odds when using] [Passives] Regenerate 1: 2% Healing Regenerate 2: 4% Healing Regenerate Curse: 4% healing + Resist Physical
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 6:55 pm
Quote:  *~:: P1-Climax Results - Round 1 ::~*Orvaeus Velvetair Dec. Sensuke Tarumohara [Superior Damage Dealt/Received][Orvaeus advances to [Round 2 Stage - Mr. Sensual's Secret Palace]! Sensuke may go anywhere else in the Tournament, but cannot interfere in P1-Climax Battles!]
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 2:51 am
Yuuya Kuniohara, Shadow Ops Auxiliary Member
"Life is simple, isn't it?""...Where are we?"
Perhaps a bit late to be asking that question, one might think, as the Shadow Operatives Auxiliary Member had followed the trail he'd picked up after his green-haired bandmate ever since he had disappeared from the room and never come back after seeking out drinks back at the Inn. Even though he hadn't had the sensory skills to tell that someone had attacked Mikoto, when Nym had casually asked how far the vending machines were and mentioned that Mikoto was going an awful long ways away from them to find their iced coffee (her detection skills from the Forest had certainly come in handy), he'd realized that something strange was going on. Still, seeing his friend on that Midnight Broadcast and pressing his hand to the television...feeling that pull suck him (and shortly thereafter his curious companion) into the television and deposit him somewhere on the far side of the screen...it was a miracle they'd managed to find any sign of Mikoto when they came out the other side. Still, Nym was sure he was in here somewhere, and not that far off, so they were moving forward...but moving forward to where, again, became the question. Where they were, what they were here for, none of those things really...well, he hadn't thought about them or figured any of them out in his search thus far. The only thing on his mind was finding where his friend had gotten off to and making sure that everything was all right. And if any of the shadows he'd glimpsed along the way got in front of him, well, he'd not really had a chance to show off what he could do now for his bandmates since he joined up with the Shadow Ops...oh, but he wasn't supposed to do that, was he? Well, maybe a little...
Wait, wasn't that all entirely beside the point?!
"...Nym," the large, calm young man paused in the center of a strange, sensual building with moans and signs that might have unsettled someone else but seemed to warrant nary a glance from the imperturbable keyboard player...to say nothing of his lovely, unusual companion's interest in the matter. His fingers tapped at his cheek as he considered something deeply, as though discovering a deep truth about their situation before finally looking down a long hall and deciding, at last, to speak once more. "...We're lost." ...Wait, that was it?! No comment on the love motel world, the strange shadows, the being sucked into a TV thing...? Nothing?
Close behind, his companion followed...the two of them curious as ever, but as ever, on their guard. Simple though they might be, they were anything but stupid. And even a fool could sense the heaviness of this place...the wrongness. But what in the world WAS this place, anyway? And what were they doing...?
Soon, he knew for certain, they were going to find out.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 8:39 am
Orvaeus VelvatairOrvaeus flicked the blood from his weapons as he glanced around the area, finding it annoying that he had to remain in this vulgar area.
"At least I got to show that stitch-headed punk what's what." he snapped, annoyed. As he kept glancing around the area though, he eventually saw a duo landing in the area. A physically imposing boy..and some innocent looking girl.
"Oh, get a room you two." he called, flicking out his razor once again. "This isn't a place for children. So, buzz off, or I'll have to..take care of you."
Even if they were lost in the area, he couldn't help but sneer. They weren't part of the Messiahs, they weren't messengers...And he hadn't seen them on the Investigation team..
Whatever they were, they weren't anything to him. Just some souls to be devoured by the shadows... Quote: Orv is ready! Weapon: Bloody Razor: Barbershop Razor. Cuts inflict Bleed effect [Sap a small amount of HP for 3 turns], If striking a joint on a limb, roll 1/10 odds. If successful, limb will suffer ligament/tendon damage and suffer paralysis for 3 turns or until healed by an ally. Armor: Penance Suit: Rust-colored body suit with tiny needles on the inside which p***k the skin of the user and cause them to bleed in minute trickles all over their body. [Reduce Maximum Health by 25%. Constant Heat Riser effect when worn] Accessory: Black Mambas: Black, fanciful hairpins sharpened to an incredible point and tipped with a very potent poison.[Inflict Poison with +50% odds when using]
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 4:28 pm
Yuuya Kuniohara, Shadow Ops Auxiliary Member
"Life is simple, isn't it?"The small hope that they had found Mikoto when another figure became visible in this strangely-decorated place was dashed when the figure glared at them menacingly and began to taunt them, telling them to buzz off and leave and whatever cliche villain things he might have said. Whoever he was, Yuuya could recognize that it wasn't an ally. The razor, the heaviness of this place, and the threatening words that he spoke were all-too-reminiscent of those guys he'd often run into in the alleys on his way back home from practicing with the band back in Iwatodai...and like them, it seemed this guy was making threats if they didn't go their own way. Unfortunately for the both of them, backing out when Mikoto was still somewhere inside of this place (he hoped?) was not an option. Glancing down to his companion, he exchanged a silent nod which worked more like an exchange of conversation than it had any right to...something akin to, 'Nym, get ready.' and 'Yus! ^ ^' if one were to put it into words. Whatever the case, there was a sudden readiness about the young demoness...even if her companion seemed as imperturbable as ever. Continuing his slow walk forward, he merely shook his head at Orv's provocation as if to tell him he wasn't going to be doing just what he suggested, and...shouldn't he have been a little more defensive here?
...And it was just as one might begin to consider the wisdom of such a straightforward tactic there was a sudden crash of four pillars surrounding them and a television screen nearby with an all-too-familiar bear pictured at the center.
"...Junes Mascot?"
...Yes, Yuuya, that was the Junes Mascot...but not the one you thought. And as the General fumed and went on, the young keyboardist simply began to tune out his provocation and took in his surroundings. On another day, or any day really, one might say that Yuuya didn't really seem as though he was playing with the same bag of tools as everyone else around him. He was simple, relaxed; yet he was never less prepared than his friends, nor would it be accurate to say that he was stupid in any way. It was more like his thought process, the way or viewing the world was simply...different. And as the four pillars surrounded them like the turnbuckles of some twisted Dark Hour wrestling ring, something inside of his mind clicked much more quickly than it might have for others. This was...a fight, wasn't it? Between the two of them, a match with their abilities in the Dark Hour? Without connecting any further dots beyond that, the teen was already ready. Really, it was almost remarkable how simply he could take it and still hit the nail on the head. Reaching his hand back behind him, he called for his companion...and with inhuman strength she pulled out of the Earth (?!) an incredibly large hammer, placing it in the palm of his hand. What in the world WERE these two?
"...I'm coming, then,' the teen, seemingly in full-recognition, warned his opponent only just as the very first shrill ring of the bell for their match to start filled the room...and in the next instant he was crossing the distance between them, lugging his large weapon as though it were little more than a carpenter's tool...not something with a head as tall as he was. The head of the hammer shrunk a bit as his eyes trained on his foe, and with a sharp breath escaping his lips the weapon curved powerfully in a horizontal arc...a stern, but generally unfazed expression still written plainly upon his lips. ...But even as the razor-wielding Messiah planned his retaliation, there was a surprise in store for him...the hammer's arc concluded but the sound of a voice signaled something else that the boy almost certainly wouldn't be ready for... "Nym," his voice suddenly sounded...and then, just as the head of his hammer cleared, a second little silver streak flashed across the screen...and with the force of the world's most adorable mountain goat a horned head aimed to crash into his midsection, the force enough to knock the culprit backward a few feet and to the ground where she quickly scrambled to her feet and dusted away at her skirt before the next sortie. What was this? This wasn't supposed to be how the Tournament was fought? 2-on-1?!
"Good job, Nym," he thanked her smoothly, answering our incredulity simply by adding, "...We fight together."
Oh, well if you say so...wait, what?!
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 11:39 am
Orvaeus VelvatairOrv shook his head as the tall, seemingly dense figure didn't leave him be. He braced himself as he went to swing at him, moving to avoid the Hammer...And yet, the silver haired goat-like girl slammed into him before he could do anything about it. The wind was knocked out of him, and he tumbled to the ground, pushing himself back up quickly.
"Geh....I thought you heroes were obsessed with following the rules...." he snapped, before pulling several pins from his hair, and flung them at the girl. "This is supposed to be a one on one..So get out of the way, girl."
Orv had to brace himself again, finding the whole situation even more messed up than before. First the creepy guy, and now a duo? What the hell kind of mission was this? Quote: Orv: Black Mamas. [Thrown at Nym] [Poison Effect...+50% Odds for the poison. [1, 2, or 3 is poison] Weapon: Bloody Razor: Barbershop Razor. Cuts inflict Bleed effect [Sap a small amount of HP for 3 turns], If striking a joint on a limb, roll 1/10 odds. If successful, limb will suffer ligament/tendon damage and suffer paralysis for 3 turns or until healed by an ally. Armor: Penance Suit: Rust-colored body suit with tiny needles on the inside which p***k the skin of the user and cause them to bleed in minute trickles all over their body. [Reduce Maximum Health by 25%. Constant Heat Riser effect when worn] Accessory: Black Mambas: Black, fanciful hairpins sharpened to an incredible point and tipped with a very potent poison.[Inflict Poison with +50% odds when using]
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 7:43 pm
Yuuya Kuniohara, Shadow Ops Auxiliary Member
"Life is simple, isn't it?"Despite Orv's exasperation, Yuuya didn't exactly seem to take any consideration into how fair or unfair his fighting in tandem with his partner in crime might have been to the Black Messiah; he didn't need his hammer to hit the mark when a streak of adorableness crashed into him and knocked him to the ground in a heap. She might have been small, but she was still a demon...Nym could level a bull with a charge like that if she had half a mind to do so. Not that she really ever had a mind to hurt people, or bulls, unless there was some measure of danger in it. And this was certainly one of those situations where danger was in no short order. Even after her attack he had managed to whip a couple of pins across the field and nick the young girl's arm...it didn't take a genius to figure out such a minor attack could only be subterfuge for a second blade. Intuitive in battle perhaps more so than one might give him credit for outside, the keyboardist awaited the blade that didn't fall...and realized that the second blade had already struck.
"Nym, out," he commanded swiftly, their teamwork on full display when she immediately leaped back to a safe distance at the other edge of the ring and crouched in observation...he didn't rightly know if poison even affected her or not, when he thought of it, and he'd never exactly asked her. Most things they needed to know they understood about one another intuitively, but rather than risking a glance in her direction to see if she was shaking this one off, he'd simply let her retreat for a turn to shake the effects of the dart. Besides, with or without his companion...he was more than a match for someone like this. Judging by his speed and subtle tactics, he was going to try and chop down his foe slowly...to draw it out, perhaps, or simply draw blood. That type of attack might have worked on a less savvy, heavy foe...but Yuuya wasn't a typical bruiser, either. His strength was backed by speed, his speed by intuition. If Orv intended to keep his distance, Yuuya simply wouldn't be bothered with following him...there was more than one way to skin a cat, after all, wasn't there?
"...Persona," his deep voice hummed as the barrel of his evoker settled under his chin and in a flash, it fired...a persona forming over his head, Earth shaking beneath the feet of his enemy...solemn eyes glared down a dangerous foe who could not have guessed the power that dwelt within him, "Sarutahiko."Quote: Anger of the Earth - Very High Earth Damage, all targets.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 8:25 am
Orvaeus VelvatairOrv popped his neck as the large warrior and what he could only assume was some kind of pet responded to his attack. The needles seemed to hit their mark, and the girl was sent away.
Hmth, so he's not completely clueless. Orv thought, before the large man sent out a powerful spell of earth towards him. There was a time when earth was a major threat to him....But this wasn't that time anymore.
Though it was quite a powerful blow, Orv's own powers blunted the strike somewhat, and his armor, masochistic as it was, it did make him stronger..
"That all?" he snapped back, looking a bit bruised...but, his own powers also working to heal him up. He drew his weapons again, and gestured at Yuuya with his weapon.
"Now, left or right?" he called, before lunging forth for a debilitating strike, moving in the same manner he had the master of the area he was in. If Yuuya moved one way or the other, he'd be hurt...but if he didn't, he'd be taking some heavy damage too..... Quote: Orv: Bloodrender: [Opponent Chooses between High Damage + Bleed, High damage + Defense debuff, or 2 hits of High damage.] (Penance suit Heat-Riser buff) Orv Resists Earth! Weapon: Bloody Razor: Barbershop Razor. Cuts inflict Bleed effect [Sap a small amount of HP for 3 turns], If striking a joint on a limb, roll 1/10 odds. If successful, limb will suffer ligament/tendon damage and suffer paralysis for 3 turns or until healed by an ally. Armor: Penance Suit: Rust-colored body suit with tiny needles on the inside which p***k the skin of the user and cause them to bleed in minute trickles all over their body. [Reduce Maximum Health by 25%. Constant Heat Riser effect when worn] Accessory: Black Mambas: Black, fanciful hairpins sharpened to an incredible point and tipped with a very potent poison.[Inflict Poison with +50% odds when using] Passive: Regenerate 1, 2, and Regenerate Curse. [total of 10% Health Regen]
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