|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 7:09 pm
Akira vs Jack Schitt
FIGHT!
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 3:10 am
One of the spectators hunches over near the edge of the arena near the northern end, moaning in pain, "Oh ********! That bean burrito...ARGH!" Bending over the side a titanic blast escapes from his rear end, spraying s**t over the nearby spectators to their horror and disgust. Several go running as the poor soul plummets to his death, the blast from his a** rocketing him towards a very messy end splattering his skull and the contents across a wide area.
Blossoming like a flower from his a** a plume of s**t rises, opening up to reveal a man dressed in brown with stained skin fitting of his domain. Dusting himself off he smiles as he breathes deep, taking in the smell of freshly unloaded s**t. He smirks and calls up to the stands, "People, take heed this lesson! Taco Bell gives you the shits of demonic proportions."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 4:31 pm
((Copy and paste entrance, eh?))
From the other end, a man wearing what looked like a friar's robe enters into the arena. Upper chest bouncing a bit with each step. He would pass off as human-looking if not for the white wing protruding from his back on one side that has silver lines mixed with the white color every few inches and the black batlike wing from his back on the other side that had gold lines mixed with the black color every few inches. In his right hand, he held an adamantine staff. Upon closer inspection, the sleeves of his arm could be seen a being pointyish looking outline. Suggesting something underneath the sleeves.
"What? No priest to make this some Holy s**t?"
During and after his talk, His eyes glowed purple. The area of the ground beneath the robed man started to glow the same color. The glow then rapidly started to expand outwards along the floor of the arena and somewhat upwards into the stands.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 11:44 pm
Jack quirked a brow at Akira, not having hear what he said because he was some three hundred feet away. I mean seriously, who the hell can hear something spoken normally from that far? Pfft. When he notices his opponent getting his glow on he gets down to business just the same. With a look of pure concentration, or what we should hope is concentration, he squats and pulls his arms in tight. A groan of effort spills forth as he seeks out whatever fecal matter is nearby and begins calling it to himself. Like The Wave people start falling over and groaning through the spectator stands, a similar fate to the first man occuring in a sort of chain reaction.
Taco Bell seems to have a monopoly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:28 am
While the man called forth s**t from all around him, the 'glow' was now engulfed all over the floor and arena stands. Jack would notice the glow directly underneath even where he stands, yet nothing was being done with it yet. The next thing that Jack should notice was a white glow rapidly expanding along the ground/stands, sharing it with the purple glow with the colors constantly switching between each other.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:16 pm
The glow would have a hard time being seen as the waves upon waves of s**t filled the stands and began flowing down into the arena. Beyond the simple efforts of the spectators the substance seemed to be expanding in volume exponentially. Already large lances and balls of fecal matter were launching through the air towards Akira, aiming to disrupt his efforts and smother him within. Dark mana danced around Jack's form as he remained in his concentration pose, focusing his all on the efforts at hand.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 4:34 pm
It would be at this time that the white glow would be covering the entire arena floor and somewhat into the stands like the purple glow. The purple glow expanded exponentially vertically upwards rapidly. As for the lances and balls of s**t, as soon as they were 'inside' the purple glow, they were stopped in mid-air as a telekinetic force was holding them in place far from Akira.
Now as for visuals, Jack would have difficulty visually seeing Akira now due to the purple glow blocking vision all around him. Only difference in the purple glow that could be seen would be the alternating color of purple and white at his feet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:07 am
Darkness began to pulse out not only from Jack, but the s**t that was quickly expanding his domain. Alternate sources of energy and, oh look, glows would quickly be defiled by vile darkness, regardless of purity. The taint of this world would simply not allow divinity of a high enough strength to combat the vile energies that began streaming through the fecal matter. To enhance the danger every passing moment would increase the strength of Jack's vile darkness as more and more s**t was added. Akira might want to move as that which was cascading down from behind was quickly moving to consume him. If he happened to have any human waste within him it would be drawn towards its kin.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 1:32 am
Akira had obtained what he wanted to know. The recent s**t attempt and reinforcement had seperated energy signature, life force signature, and the energies that Schitt was showing forth. As far as the mental command attempt to take control of the s**t within Akira, it would be met with a barrier that would block it out. Akira's s**t would remain uncontrolled. As far as the s**t in the purple glow, as Schitt's energy strengthened the shits' push towards Akira, it would be met with strengthened resistance from Akira's glow. The s**t was NOT going anywhere near him any time too soon.
Up came the white glow ala the same fashion as previous stated for the purple glow. However, things were gonna take a different turn starting now. Schitt would begin noticing something messing with the energy he is using to control the s**t all around. Unless, he outputed more energy to control them, the "magical energy" controling the s**t around both compatents (sp?) would be leeched to restore Akira's magical energy.
((Posted this despite not receiving the PM yet. Gotta go for now. And will change in accordance to any Pm received.))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 2:41 am
Therein lay the problem, there was no energy controlling the s**t itself, that was his domain much like how an earth elemental can alter earth and its body to its will. Any energy being taken by Akira would be unable to be absorbed, passing through his system like pepper. Sure, it tasted good at first, but the body just doesn't know what to do with it, and allows it to pass through unchanged. Of course, that would be the best case scenario, with the worst being a quick corruption of Akira's energy and domination of such into an implosion under the direction of Jack's control of the vile darkness to crush Akira from the inside-out. Somehow it was more likely that somehow the energy would just be left well enough alone.
s**t would begin piling up on the outskirts of the invisible barrier that was keeping the s**t at bay. More and more would begin pushing against Akira, forcing him to either move away and thus allow it to advance or break under the growing strain. On Jack's end a surge began to grow, massive amounts of shitspewing through his pants as a hole was created with a considerable amount of force. Soon he would be lost in the exponentially growing pile.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 4:06 pm
(( Currently busy with stuff going on at home. Will post asap. ))
Tac: ((PM me when you get it done if you plan on editting this post. If you post a new one, well, I won't need to be informed. XD))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 8:51 pm
(Posting for Dreslin here due to circumstances happening.) Dreslin's Akira The manner in which Schitt seems to be controlling the s**t would be akin to the concept of fecal-kinetic (or something close to that). Yes, controlling the movement of s**t is his domain. For him, it takes mental energy, or "magical energy", to do so, no matter how little it may seem to him. In the case of an earh elemental, it is in almost-always contact with the earth. Thus, it seems like he can alter it and its body to its will. Since the elemental is contacting the earth, he can do easily since his mental energy can easily travel to his native element. A fire elemental handles his speciality easier in an active volcano than in Antarctica.
For Schitt to control x s**t at x location, he has to have a 'connection' to it. In this case a metaphysical one, much like how Spiritual ball in earlier matches. In earlier matches, energy drain lances were shot to drain of spirit energy. All they would need is to touch the ball, and they could be 'connected' to the previous character clone in which the name cannot be recalled at this instant. What is going on now is similar.
Schitt's 'connection' to s**t is passing through Akira's purple glow which tells Akira as to where the 'connection' lies. Then comes the white glow, the white glow drains at the connection, leaving the s**t where it is, since it was already humanely manifested. The idea of energy-drain to restoration is to drain outside energies and convert them into one's own energy or a similar concept. It would take some time to try to change the mental energy of the fecal-kinetic due to non-previous encounters with the kind of -kinesis it was.
The vile darkness was not being "attacked" via the drain. Never the less, it wouldn't mean the drain 'connections' weren't being affected. This Akira would pick up on and simply change the destination of drained energy to no longer being his body to restore his magical energy. Rather, the new destination would be an ball several feet in front of Akira. Meant to collect the 'stolen' mental energy and store it. Vile darkness going with it.
In regards to the 'invisible barrier,' it wasn't invisible. The 'barrier' was the purple glow itself. As the s**t would enter the glow, it would be held in place while the white glow would drain at the mental energy that was controlling it.
The purple glow would continue to keep the 'Non-Schitt s**t' at bay despite the increasing strain. As for Jack's growing pile? A new plan was hatched. Unless Jack had some form of telekinetic resistance, he would notice himself being lifted off the ground and into the air mid-making of s**t.
(I still have a bunch of things going on and tried to do my best on this one. There is bound to be inconsistencies all over the place.)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 9:23 pm
The idea of fecalkinesis was not far off, but it would have implied that the s**t was a seperate entity from Schitt. The absoption taking in these energies, the vile darkness included, would quickly turn a dull brown and implode. This was based on the idea that Akira had tried to focus a part of another living being, and that being was fighting back. He would, however, not fight back by simply disrupting the effect and calling it a day. No, that would be illogical, instead a surge pullsed through the fecal matter as a torrent of the stuff burst into the sky to rain down upon all those present. The glow would quickly disperse and control of elements beyond human comprehension would cease as an antimagic field was errected. The specifics are not necessary, all that need be understood is that the control of energy -psionic, magical, lifeforce based, or whathaveyou- was locked in a sort of static suspension. The s**t would be unalterable by Schitt, but in the same trend Akira would find anything dealing with energy and psychokinetics halted. Jack would not even be able to revert to his demonic formwhile within the field itself. He would quickly be found surfing down the pile to the arena below, riding a wave of s**t sliding down from above. He'd likely wipeout near the center of the arena, cushioned by the massive amounts of waste around him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 11:19 am
Akira noticed something funky when the field went up, something was severely hindering his control over his surrounding energy. As for the oncoming wave of s**t. Akira simply took to the air by flapping his wings and going upward. He still wouldn't be anywhere near Schitt on a horizontal axis due to the large starting distance between them. It would be at this time that Akira would try to shoot how 6 beams of light out of his body towards Schitt. The beams traveled a bit of distance while 'disintegrating' into nothing, thanks to the field. Two pieces of information would be gained. For Akira, some of what was suppressing his power. For Schitt, the knowledge that Akira still had a few tricks up his sleeve within the antimagic field.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 2:10 pm
And the only reason Akira could accomplish those tricks was because he wasn't actually in the antimagic field. Thats right, he flew up above it, and thats why he could have his fun powers. Though one would hope he'd watch out for the massive balls of s**t Jack started throwing at him. Those might be bad. Kinda like getting hit with bowlingballs throws at the speed of baseballs in the major leagues. Seriously. Ow.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
