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| Mr. Masters |
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 Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 11:54 am
The Dominion Juggernaut vs. Jack Masters
FIGHT!
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:37 am
The arena begins to shake as the approach of the Beast is nigh. People run in terror from the great Beast, recognizing him as something he is not, the mighty Tarrasque of legend. While it is true the Beast is modeled after such a creature, the thirty five foot ten ton behemoth of scale and bone is far from the creature of legend. Bursts of destruction rumble through the arena as doors are creatively reconstructed to allow passage of the great beast. A section of the stands begins to become unstable and caves in, leading to the deaths and injury of hundreds. The rumble continues as his slow footsteps bring him to the northern gates, two jet black orbs with a crimson tint around the edges of the spheres settling upon the gate before him. An explosion of pulverized rock and what had once been the gate sprays out into the arena. When the Beast finally comes to a stop with his entire length inside the arena itself he rears back and lets out a bellowing roar that shakes the arena to its foundations.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 10:27 am
"...Well, Maddix is ******** voice spoke simply, and up in the stands sat Fasumbra Langardo in child form, watching as the behemoth destroyed most of the arena. He thankfully wasn't in the peice of the arena that crumbled under it's attack.
His ankle was kicked up onto one knee, and he had a large pitcher of beer in his small hands, sipping it randomly.
"...Excuse me, but aren't you underage?" A random man spoke behind him.
...Big mistake. Never get between Fas and good beer.
Fas spun around and smashed the glass into the man's head, sending the alcoholic beverage everywhere along with shards of glass. The man screamed in pain as the cuts from the glass mixed with the alcohol in the beer. Fas quickly drew the Handcannon, took aim, and buried several bullets in the man's chest.
Silence fell over the ENTIRE ******** CROWD, all staring at the odd sight of a man getting blasted by a small child with a huge magnum revolver. Perfect silence.
A hawk cries and shits on some random spectator, who is too shocked to realize that he just got s**t on by a bird.
"...ANYONE ELSE WANT SOME?!" Fas yelled out, his young insane voice cracking slightly with the effort of yelling.
Oddly, a Puerto Rican Coqui frog chirped in it's signature loud call, the sound spreading through the arena.
"...Good." Fas sat down, tucking the Handcannon back into his pocket, and the crowd remained dumbfounded.
A pidgeon coos, before getting impaled by a speeding Peregrin Falcon that tackled it off the edge of the colloseum and flew off with it...
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 10:31 am
Roy would like appear and s**t and be in the crowd. He would appear right next to Fas smiling at his friend.
"If Maddix wins, I have his a** next. I ******** hate this b***h more then anything." Roy would spit as he would wait to watch Maddix get his a** kicked. "Well...even if he loses...I have s**t to settle with him...he ******** me over..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 4:08 pm
A distortion of light killed Roy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 10:09 pm
(Think of those Caprisun comercials where they take a drink and shoot of as a stream of some strange silver liquid. Same thing, only mines more pwnsome.)
A long wisp of a mercuric fluid spewed out of the opening and onto the arena floor. Collecting into the being, which is Maddix, the anti-hero of legends. The plain silvery coloured entity began to take shape, its features becoming more and more human like as the gray colour of his floor length cloak became visible. The silvery body was actually the blood the flows through Maddix' veins, and is also connected to Maddix' will, allowing him to manipulate it accordingly. In the same sense, Maddix and his blood are all the same entity, even though the blood contained in his body, it can and will act as an extension to his body, like an extra arm.
Hopefully unknown to Juggernaut, the aura that is emmited from Maddix' blood, expanded instantaneously. Maddix blood, also known as Quicksilver, had a rather advanced immune system. While the outside force was battling the Quicksilver, it would increase itself, maintaining its own integrity. While the immune system, the other energies contained in it, would nullify the conflicting element of energy, while recording it in it's memory.
To a member of the Masters lineage, the aura would come off as a silvery blue colour. To anyone else, it's undetectable, only the presence of a powerful aura can be felt. Upon contact with a conflicting substance or energy, the area that is hit will flash a dark crimson colour.
Strapped at his side was an elvish katana. More weapons were concealed on his person, but those would probably not be necessary, with the exception of one, which would be revealed at a later time, perhaps...
Upon his arrival, he began constructing a one way psionic link to relay a message to the overgrown bowzer. If successful he would say this, at the same time, projecting it the crowd for all to hear.
"I've made it this far, now nothing can stop me... Not even this abomination... I'm sorry my friend, you till shall fall before my blade. Good luck, and good Riddance ."
The psionic link could be used in the future as well, for instance to communicate over the length of the field or over the roar of the crowd or explosions.
((In case it was not clear in the post, the aura is Quicksilver. That is, Quicksilver in an energy form.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 5:43 pm
Seeing the aura by any visible means was indeed impossible, but The Dominion Juggernaut had an overlay of a sort of energy and aura sight affored to him. While he could not distinguish color he noticed the aura indeed. Once Maddix attempted to broadcast his psychic thoughts, despite being a one-way attempt, he would begin receiving incredible feedback from the attempt itself. The beast would begin shaking its head as the psychic emmanations interacted with it in an incredibly negative way. The only positive aspect to his current debilitation would be that the feedback would most likely create a similar effect in Maddix. Psionics and psychic emmanations are never one way, as a point of origin always exists. For both of their sakes hopefully the man would stop and not try it -or any physic or psionic effect- again.
Edit: ((No link is established. If you press the matter and try to cut through the static you can rest assured that the link will end with your character's consciousness struggling not be to consumed while the Juggernaut steps on him. Its not a threat or anything against you, its just how the character is set up. And by now, seeing as nearly a fourth of the arena is destroyed, I'm pretty sure the roar of the crowd is actually screams of terror as the people that can't survive being around this thing try to leave as fast as possible.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 7:52 pm
((xD, point well taken. Yeah, I figured something like this would happen, well; guess pleading for my life is going to be a hassle, aye? Bollocks, I get a similar affect with Warcraft characters. *shrug*.))
Mr. Masters cringed as the chaotic data that swarmed his train of thought gave him a terrible headache. The link was immediately cut, the pain and confusion subsiding.
"You b*****d, can't even control your own conscience, it's like your possessed or something." he said that last part under his breath. He flaunted his sword from his sheath, stabbing into the sand, as it penetrated the stone floor beneath. Profound currents of arcane energy began pouring out of the blade and into the arena floor. Corrupting the sand, and altering the stone. The energy quickly spreading throughout the arena floor, changing everything it touched an icy black colour.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 12:41 am
((>.> Yeah, its how he covers his achilles heel, kinda giving anyone who uses psychic emmanations a taste of what it does to him.))
Once the link was severed the beast looked around in a state one would almost consider drunk out of his mind. The world was spinning and the giant form was having trouble keeping upright, which meant that trying to stay still was his best bet. Considering what he had just had hammering at his skull this would be considered an incredible recovery time to this point. In only a few more moments he'd be back up to what one might consider full strength. If he had known what was happening he would be exuding a Crimson Mist, the properties of which were based around the consumption of energy. Though seeing as he was still ******** up, that was out of the question.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 2:07 am
Jack would simply smirk as he conscience fortified itself, returning back to the endless iron tower layered with grease that it typically is. "Let's begin thin..." he said in disgruntled tone, his eye's narrowing and shifting from a delicate hazel to white, filled with insanity. The ground beneath the beast began morphing into a sticky tar like substance, with a flick of his index finger the substance began swirling like a giant whirlpool, it's contents sticking to whatever it touched it, and attempting to suck the abomination beneath the arena floor.
"Can you hear me now...?" Was the only response Maddix had to the events he had just set in motion. His voice echoing throughout the arena in an enigmatic manner, as if possessed by magic, filling the ears of all those within the arena. His voice faded out into silence, appearing as if the echo had stopped, but in all actuality it had just begun, only the pitch was to high for even a wolf to hear. Glasses shattered and peoples ears began to bleed, the precise sound waves targeting the inner ear and tearing it to shreds while pummeling everything else with powerful waves of energy.
If the sand still remained instead of the icy black arena floor, it would be scattering left and right as if a powerful gust had swept through, but instead, the polished obsidian only magnified the echo's, directing them towards the beast with each successful richotche. Hundreds of spectators flopped over in their seats, dead, or simply incapable of moving, all those who were still capable of remaining upright, were cringing as there head's ached something dreaful, there vision blurred as if looking through a fogged mirror.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 2:21 am
When the ground under the great beast began to shift his focus was returned with a jolt similar to how one awakes with a start when shaken. Two miniscule eyes of jet locked on Maddix as the beast reared back and subsequently thrust its massive head towards him. The resulting roar pierced the air and seemed to mix with the sonic reverberations, cancelling the effects and letting the sound roll on for miles. For some odd reason the giant beast did not sink into the ground when the whirlpool began, almost as if his massive weight was somehow being negated. For at this momvent he did indeed have a weight no more than that of three men, his bone structure almost entirely hollow and filling with noxious gasses lighter than air. Even at that moment some magical effect seemed to be running through the great beast as if he were trying to compensate for the odd way the floor was acting.
((lawl, flying Tarrasque))
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 1:16 pm
Maddix didn't flaunt, only smirk, as giant beast of his own sprang up out of the floor before him. In the form of a wave, the mysterious arcanic floor rushed forwards, capsizing over the abomination. Giant hands, even bigger than the beast himself grappled outwards from the pipe of the wave, six in total, all groping to pull the tyrant under.
If the creature came into contact with the hands or the wave, he'd find that it was icy cold, and would deliver a fierce frost bit to all those who ventured to close, let a long touch it. The black wave actually sucked in heat and flames, and would actually bask in it, absorbing it's heat and oddly would become even colder. "You can walk, crash, jump, dash, sit on your fat a**, and evidently fly... but can swim?" Jack pronounced in a bit of tease. Flipping backwards and up some 300 feet into the stands. His black arcanic energy spreading up the wall as he rose.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 8:26 pm
The great Beast's bone structure began to return to normal as he bolted high into the air. Some form of magical presense welled up within him and seemed to be creating flight within the massive form. Even if he had been in range of the touch of the black wave it would not steal heat or flame from his being. In fact, Maddix would find his control upon the blackened wave interupted as some force seemed to be drawing the strength of energy right from it. The Crimson Mist was now expanding from the point where the beast had been standing. It seemed to be a vortex based around the consumption of energy and consciousness. Antimagic would not affect it as the antimagical field's base energies would be sapped before it could establish a hold, and even then it would not destroy the non-physical representation. A struggle over heat quickly began as the expanding mists sought to consume all energy within reach, heat and directed arcane mana the easiest of all to feed upon. One would hope Maddix would never get close enough to the Mists to find out what it might do to a living -or (re/)animated- being.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 9:30 pm
Mr. Masters smirked; it seemed his ploy had over taken the beast. Although it seemed his magic had been done away with, the momentum and the power of the wave had not been affected. The arms would pound the beast to the ground, however now, instead of actual arms and hands, they would hit as nothing more than powerful beams of sand, all hitting simultaneously, probably sending the abomination into the curve of the wave as it crashed down over him. Aside from force a tsunami of sand would deliver if struck by it, the suction would surely send the monster well beyond 20 feet beneath the surface of the arena floor.
During this, Jack's arm targeted Juggernaut. His veins bulged with Quicksilver as a blast of Quicksilver energy erupted from his hand, the energy growing exponentially with each second. It would home in on the Dominion, disintegrating everything in its path, even the crimson mist, which upon contact with Maddix’ Quicksilver would ideally be obliterated. Maddix had come in contact with similar representations of psionic energy before, and his immune system quickly began countering its affect, self-regulating itself while the other entities and energies in its compound began thwarting its foundations. Disruptive waves of chaotic energy would cancel out most of it, while the other energies and substances and compounds would begin tearing apart what ever else exists in this strange crimson mist, for the most part canceling each other out while the beam continued on into the abomination.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 11:58 pm
((First paragraph being ignored after a heated IM negotiation.))
It was a guarantee that Maddix had never encountered an anomaly such as the Crimson Mist before. Why? Because it was not a psionic event, nor was it a magical field. If the quicksilver worked on disjoining matter on its most basic state it would find itself lacking the ability to do anything against the Crimson Mist for it had no physical component. The induction of energy into the Crimson Mist would not, in fact, disable it in any way. The first taste of energy by the 'Mists would begin a process of adaptation that would begin copying the 'immune system' and induct itself into the fold by masking energy signatures. To energy the Crimson Mist was almost a parasitic virus, hiding within the own signatures that defined the energy to consume it from the inside.
All of this, however, is irrelevant. Why? Cause the abomination is in the sky and the Crimson Mist is on the ground. Why Maddix even thought the Crimson Mist was in the way is slightly illogical in of itself. Though the thought of the two cancelling one another out would incite the question of how it was still heading towards the Juggernaut. Though as that is irrelevant, the true topic comes to pass. Just how does the big lug escape this threat?
Simple, he turns around. The energy would collide with his carapace and doing one of two things. Either the energy would build up upon the oddly constructed shell and fizzle out due to both the antimagic and reflective qualities or it would rebound back to Maddix without doing any harm to anything. The shell had been originally constructed to simply stop any and all supernatural energies, even those with sentient or otherwise disruptive qualities from existing on contact. At this moment, however, the presense of energy as a whole was becoming rather irrelevant. The antimagical properties within the shell were rapidly expanding, pushing out from the shell's surface and cancelling all supernatural effects. His flight effect would soon be affected, but at the rate and direction he was intending to fall everything below him would be set to a realism setting by the time he arrived anyhow.
((Energy, magic, psionics, super crazy "this isn't magic" stuff, chakra, ki, even this fun quicksilver (you yourself said it takes will to manipulate, and that force of will is negated). Anything not tech based or that stems from a direct biological process is out of the question. All of it is going to take a few minutes to sit off to the side of our little fight. Why? Its clear already, we both can't seem to agree on magical and supernatural supremacy. And yes, the Crimson Mist will be absent as well. Just a good old fashioned mario vs bowser beatdown.))
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