"You could say that, I suppose. My only joys in this life are successful creations of my own, and of course, beating down baddies such as yourself, to near submission. " She kind of lowered her face now, that look in the young girls eyes clearly not something that should exist in one so young! "Even if you aren't at full power, I still took you down far to easy. Why couldn't anyone at Balamb do the same? Whatever, this is to much fun.Do you realize, if I let this side of me go, you could easily be called my submissive little play toy. so while you fade in and out of consciousness, my weak pup, think about how you want me to kill you once you fall fully unconscious. " Or would he fade away, like she really thought he would. "Or maybe I can just kidnap you and take you to my special lab..One even you can't break out of!" Oh, the choices!
"Hmm..Okay, never mind. Little weak pups don't get a choice. You deserve no choice after all!" Hiyori pulled out a small device, and set it right there on top of the beast's head for a humorous affect. As it was placed there, a glow began to radiate and pulse outward, forming a circle of light around both of them. And, before the beast could so much as try to make a move, they were gone in a brilliant flash of light, and next, The beast would find himself in a special chamber deep within her labs, previously once owned by Ryosuke. Hiyori would appear just outside of it then, and set her hand on the small control panel. After dialing in a few key numbers, the entire chamber of special unbreakable glass, would suddenly begin to glow with a energy not even the beast, as she hoped but wasn't sure of one-hundred percent, would not be able to break out of. It's anti-magic took out even the strongest of serenitians and creatures alike, and in some cases could even capture a demi-god.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 10:51 am
Rykuō Utagawa
Rykuō watched what was happening and showed some surprise that Exitiumortis was beaten. He remained silent wondering if he should still go with his plan or to just let Exitiumortis meet his fate. He just continued to throw the yoyo up and down. "Well now what a interesting turn of events pity about Exitiumortis I was hoping he be the one that I could work with. Well my friend I guess we might have to rethink things" he thought keeping his eyes on what was happening.
Appearance Information and Equipment Armor: Metal breastplate over a simple off-white tunic, leather pants, heavy plate boots.
Physical Description: Sturdy and well-built, Dyrhan has a jawline beard and messy short black hair, with clear green eyes and a wide face. His body is a canvas painted with scars and cuts from years of experience.Of special mention is his lack of a right arm, instead having a marvelous technological development in its place.
Dyrhan was walked in a staggered gait, angry and spiteful. He had a job to do, not the most pleasant one, but he needed to make a living. Clenching his fist tight, he let out a weary sigh as he trudged onward, coming up upon two men and a girl. Looking over them, none of them matched the description he needed to find. There seemed to be a fight happening, so his job could wait. Striding up near Rykuo, he gave a sneering guffaw, "So, who's got the upperhand?"
Weapon(s): Variable Cannon[Right Arm Amplification - Deals Fire damage], Reinforced Gauntlet[Left Arm Weapon - Deals Physical Damage]
Abilities: =Variable Cannon: Shrapnel Blast - Loading metal shards into his arm, firing produces a burning spray of searing red scrap. It causes moderate damage to unarmored targets and causes bleeding. A point-blank shot has enough force to send even a minotaur staggering back. =Variable Cannon: Missile Launcher - Straightening his right arm, the hinges are locked and the shoulder joint unfastens, letting the weapon detach from his body. Twisting at the elbow to create an open passageway, the cannon serves as a means of long-distance combat, but occupies his other arm to load and fire, taking a total of TWO [2] Turns to complete an attack. The explosion radius stretches 15 meters, and can dish out quite high damage even without a direct hit. =Mythril Crusher - A hard, furious punch is made with his gauntlet, capable of shattering mythril ore. Also useful for breaking weapons and shields. =Defensive Formation Buster - Charging in, Dyrhan cocks his left arm back and throws out a rage-filled punch, able to bust a large hole in most standard defense formations and staggering anything hit.
Limit Break(s) =Variable Cannon: Mk.II Devastator - Lowering down to one knee, Dyrhan settles his cannon down onto a stabilizing tripod, beginning to build up Fire magic within the barrel. After ONE [1] Turn, a powerful beam is released, with a radius of one-quarter of a meter. On contact with any physical surface, a powerful meter-wide explosion erupts from the contact point with enough force to cause heavy damage to even the most reinforced structure, with the entire length of the beam serving to burn through the target as well. Using this is by far his most powerful attack, and the amount of heat generated from his cannon makes it searing hot to the touch for a single turn afterward, dealing addition fire damage to melee attacks made with the cannon. =Undying Determination - Fueled by his rage and determination for justice, Dyrhan becomes unable to die for THREE [3] Turns, shrugging off even Death itself and becoming immune to status effects. In doing this, he can sustain fatal wounds and attack much faster. After the last Turn, Dyrhan heals for a portion of the damage he dealt.
Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 9:30 am
LS95
Rykuō Utagawa
Rykuō kept tossing the yoyo up and down focused on the fight till he heard someone speaking. Turning to the voice he looked at Dyrhan. "Not really sure I think the girl but this could all be part of a plan. I am sorry but you are you" he asked in a laid back voice leaning against a wall.
Appearance Information and Equipment Armor: Metal breastplate over a simple off-white tunic, leather pants, heavy plate boots.
Physical Description: Sturdy and well-built, Dyrhan has a jawline beard and messy short black hair, with clear green eyes and a wide face. His body is a canvas painted with scars and cuts from years of experience.Of special mention is his lack of a right arm, instead having a marvelous technological development in its place.
With a sneering grin, the mercenary replied, "Just a merc, why's a name matter? Maybe you could help me out. I'm looking for someone, and they're pretty important."
Weapon(s): Variable Cannon[Right Arm Amplification - Deals Fire damage], Reinforced Gauntlet[Left Arm Weapon - Deals Physical Damage]
Abilities: =Variable Cannon: Shrapnel Blast - Loading metal shards into his arm, firing produces a burning spray of searing red scrap. It causes moderate damage to unarmored targets and causes bleeding. A point-blank shot has enough force to send even a minotaur staggering back. =Variable Cannon: Missile Launcher - Straightening his right arm, the hinges are locked and the shoulder joint unfastens, letting the weapon detach from his body. Twisting at the elbow to create an open passageway, the cannon serves as a means of long-distance combat, but occupies his other arm to load and fire, taking a total of TWO [2] Turns to complete an attack. The explosion radius stretches 15 meters, and can dish out quite high damage even without a direct hit. =Mythril Crusher - A hard, furious punch is made with his gauntlet, capable of shattering mythril ore. Also useful for breaking weapons and shields. =Defensive Formation Buster - Charging in, Dyrhan cocks his left arm back and throws out a rage-filled punch, able to bust a large hole in most standard defense formations and staggering anything hit.
Limit Break(s) =Variable Cannon: Mk.II Devastator - Lowering down to one knee, Dyrhan settles his cannon down onto a stabilizing tripod, beginning to build up Fire magic within the barrel. After ONE [1] Turn, a powerful beam is released, with a radius of one-quarter of a meter. On contact with any physical surface, a powerful meter-wide explosion erupts from the contact point with enough force to cause heavy damage to even the most reinforced structure, with the entire length of the beam serving to burn through the target as well. Using this is by far his most powerful attack, and the amount of heat generated from his cannon makes it searing hot to the touch for a single turn afterward, dealing addition fire damage to melee attacks made with the cannon. =Undying Determination - Fueled by his rage and determination for justice, Dyrhan becomes unable to die for THREE [3] Turns, shrugging off even Death itself and becoming immune to status effects. In doing this, he can sustain fatal wounds and attack much faster. After the last Turn, Dyrhan heals for a portion of the damage he dealt.
Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 3:52 pm
[[ ooc: Just letting you know, both Hiyori and the 'Beast' she was fighting with are gone from the area, they disappeared in the last post I did of her. lol. We can just pretend your character, Dyrhan came just before they disappeared so there's no confusion. ^^ ]]
Rykuō Utagawa Rykuō chuckled that depends on who your looking for. But I may answer you if you answer my question" he said deciding not to trust this person that just appeared for now.
Appearance Information and Equipment Armor: Metal breastplate over a simple off-white tunic, leather pants, heavy plate boots.
Physical Description: Sturdy and well-built, Dyrhan has a jawline beard and messy short black hair, with clear green eyes and a wide face. His body is a canvas painted with scars and cuts from years of experience.Of special mention is his lack of a right arm, instead having a marvelous technological development in its place.
"Name's Dyrhan. You've noticed how people that aren't from around here are just...showing up? I don't really have the name of who I'm looking for, and all I got was a vague description. They should be around my height, brown hair?", he replied, rubbing his chin as he tried to remember some more details he was given. "Anyway, if you don't know, is there anyone you can point me to that might?"
Weapon(s): Variable Cannon[Right Arm Amplification - Deals Fire damage], Reinforced Gauntlet[Left Arm Weapon - Deals Physical Damage]
Abilities: =Variable Cannon: Shrapnel Blast - Loading metal shards into his arm, firing produces a burning spray of searing red scrap. It causes moderate damage to unarmored targets and causes bleeding. A point-blank shot has enough force to send even a minotaur staggering back. =Variable Cannon: Missile Launcher - Straightening his right arm, the hinges are locked and the shoulder joint unfastens, letting the weapon detach from his body. Twisting at the elbow to create an open passageway, the cannon serves as a means of long-distance combat, but occupies his other arm to load and fire, taking a total of TWO [2] Turns to complete an attack. The explosion radius stretches 15 meters, and can dish out quite high damage even without a direct hit. =Mythril Crusher - A hard, furious punch is made with his gauntlet, capable of shattering mythril ore. Also useful for breaking weapons and shields. =Defensive Formation Buster - Charging in, Dyrhan cocks his left arm back and throws out a rage-filled punch, able to bust a large hole in most standard defense formations and staggering anything hit.
Limit Break(s) =Variable Cannon: Mk.II Devastator - Lowering down to one knee, Dyrhan settles his cannon down onto a stabilizing tripod, beginning to build up Fire magic within the barrel. After ONE [1] Turn, a powerful beam is released, with a radius of one-quarter of a meter. On contact with any physical surface, a powerful meter-wide explosion erupts from the contact point with enough force to cause heavy damage to even the most reinforced structure, with the entire length of the beam serving to burn through the target as well. Using this is by far his most powerful attack, and the amount of heat generated from his cannon makes it searing hot to the touch for a single turn afterward, dealing addition fire damage to melee attacks made with the cannon. =Undying Determination - Fueled by his rage and determination for justice, Dyrhan becomes unable to die for THREE [3] Turns, shrugging off even Death itself and becoming immune to status effects. In doing this, he can sustain fatal wounds and attack much faster. After the last Turn, Dyrhan heals for a portion of the damage he dealt.
Rykuō thought for a moment " names Rykuō and I have notice that but as to your friend I have not see them. Tell me have you seen a tall person wearing black with a gold locket. If not then perhaps we should team up maybe even find both of them" he said as he tossed the yoyo and caught it.
Appearance Information and Equipment Armor: Metal breastplate over a simple off-white tunic, leather pants, heavy plate boots.
Physical Description: Sturdy and well-built, Dyrhan has a jawline beard and messy short black hair, with clear green eyes and a wide face. His body is a canvas painted with scars and cuts from years of experience.Of special mention is his lack of a right arm, instead having a marvelous technological development in its place.
Dyrhan tapped his foot as he tried to think of anyone matching Rykuo's description."No, that doesn't sound familiar," he said with a shake of his head. "I don't see any harm in working together to find the people we're looking for. Sure, Got any leads on who you're looking for?", he responded, sticking out his left hand to shake the man's hand since his right arm was pretty dangerous to be waving around at people.
Weapon(s): Variable Cannon[Right Arm Amplification - Deals Fire damage], Reinforced Gauntlet[Left Arm Weapon - Deals Physical Damage]
Abilities: =Variable Cannon: Shrapnel Blast - Loading metal shards into his arm, firing produces a burning spray of searing red scrap. It causes moderate damage to unarmored targets and causes bleeding. A point-blank shot has enough force to send even a minotaur staggering back. =Variable Cannon: Missile Launcher - Straightening his right arm, the hinges are locked and the shoulder joint unfastens, letting the weapon detach from his body. Twisting at the elbow to create an open passageway, the cannon serves as a means of long-distance combat, but occupies his other arm to load and fire, taking a total of TWO [2] Turns to complete an attack. The explosion radius stretches 15 meters, and can dish out quite high damage even without a direct hit. =Mythril Crusher - A hard, furious punch is made with his gauntlet, capable of shattering mythril ore. Also useful for breaking weapons and shields. =Defensive Formation Buster - Charging in, Dyrhan cocks his left arm back and throws out a rage-filled punch, able to bust a large hole in most standard defense formations and staggering anything hit.
Limit Break(s) =Variable Cannon: Mk.II Devastator - Lowering down to one knee, Dyrhan settles his cannon down onto a stabilizing tripod, beginning to build up Fire magic within the barrel. After ONE [1] Turn, a powerful beam is released, with a radius of one-quarter of a meter. On contact with any physical surface, a powerful meter-wide explosion erupts from the contact point with enough force to cause heavy damage to even the most reinforced structure, with the entire length of the beam serving to burn through the target as well. Using this is by far his most powerful attack, and the amount of heat generated from his cannon makes it searing hot to the touch for a single turn afterward, dealing addition fire damage to melee attacks made with the cannon. =Undying Determination - Fueled by his rage and determination for justice, Dyrhan becomes unable to die for THREE [3] Turns, shrugging off even Death itself and becoming immune to status effects. In doing this, he can sustain fatal wounds and attack much faster. After the last Turn, Dyrhan heals for a portion of the damage he dealt.
"RAGH!" Another citizen was struck down by the former king, who was on a sort of rampage after his failure in Marvel City. By this time, people were running from the handful of corpses around Garon's feet. "Worthless! These humans are WORTHLESS. They don't serve his purpose at all..." "Oh boy..." Another not-so-kind figure stumbled onto the scene, raising his pistol to scratch the side of his head. "Another guy with a chip on his shoulder and something up his a**. What is with this city, anyway?" Adachi began to slowly clap, which captured Garon's attention. "Good, good! You've proven you can kill a few unarmed, weak citizens. You must be so proud of yourself." "You dare take that tone with me?" Garon's face contorted to anger. "I could take your life just as easily. Your pea shooter can do nothing to stop me." "Hmm." Adachi raised the gun, firing it at Garon. The bullet bounced off his armor. "Well, that's not supposed to happen. You're making this a lot more difficult than it needs to be..." He said, as if it exasperated him so much. "Hrmph. If that's all you have, you'll soon meet your maker." He said, his eyes narrowing. "I am Garon, rightful king of Nohr! You will BOW to ME!" "....Heheheheheh..." Adachi's features turned into a crazed look, a wide, toothy grin on his face. "King, huh...?" A tarot card slowly floated down in front of him. "Well, I've got news for you, pal..." He raised his head, his eyes widening. "This place is MY kingdom--and I'M THE KING!" The card shattered, and Magatsu-Izanagi appeared in an instant right in front of Garon. "Wha?!" "Now on your knees!" Magatsu-Izanagi slashed its glaive at Garon, sending a jolt of red electricity into him with the slash. Garon flew back a few feet, landing with a grunt. "Hahaha! I like that look on your face." Garon grunted, getting back to his feet. "You still wanna play huh? Well let me warn you, this game is one to die for." How many stupid lines did he have? The world may never know.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 12:09 am
イザベルの呉服商
Desending from the sky, glowing with radiant, holy light, many small feather's fell onto each of the dead and injured citizens. But it was also no later that suddenly, Garon himself would feel the end of a metal staff meet directly into his back, with a added bonus of holy light to cause him pain, and possibly make him leave. Though, he would also notice the impact to his back, while obviously attempted to hurt him, really didn't hurt all that much. To really cause pain, one would have to possess at least SOME streghth. Something Isabel terribly lacked. In short, even her holy power was barely much. But hey, at least she was able to revive the fallen. Maybe before she joined them.
Or was that the case? Was Isabel looking for a way out? Surly she didn't -really- think she could cause this well armored, dangerous man any pain. "...What's worthless in this world...Is people like you...Every single thing that takes a life away...EVERYTHING! I hate all of you! How dare you take him away from me! " As she said this, she attempted to hit him again, this time going directly for his face. Isabel had really lost herself when she lost Roy, even Phoenix tried to help her, but it was a lost cause. She had seen everyone who killed now for the fun of it, as Roy's killer. Everything dear to her was lost, she may of had Nero, but in a way she didn't. He never wanted her around, or visited her during her constant, never ending pain of loss. And it wasn't just Roy, it was Hana too.
Garon and Adachi would stop fighting the moment the foreboding presence was felt high above the city. The Beast, along with its four heralds, Alpha, Psi, Epsilon and Omega, would appear above the city. The four encircled him from a distance, with him directly in the middle. "...So it begins." The Beast's pressure was crushing. It was suffocating. The Beast had reached 95% of its maximum power. Five percent more, and it would be able to destroy all life that had ever existed--in any and all worlds. "Here's a little demonstration..." He raised his arm slightly, pointing downwards at the city. "This place is the main source of the planet's destruction--watch as it is obliterated!" "...Well, s**t." Adachi lowered his weapon. This was the end, was it? A massive amount of crimson red energy formed from the Beast's hand, soon growing to massive sizes. His body was like an ant compared to the size of Midgar--and now, compared to the mass of energy that he was gathering. "All you hypocrites... all you liars, thieves... humans... Goodbye!" And with that, the energy was shot directly towards the city. This blast, which made Meteor look like a joke, spiraled towards the planet on a path of destruction. The ShinRa building began to be engulfed by it, and the screams of the people could barely be heard resonating throughout the city over the roar of the blast. In the moment before impact, every member of Avalanche, every off-worlder, all the people who could fight vanished from Midgar... And then, it touched down. The blast erupted upon impact, engulfing the entire city in a massive explosion of death and destruction. The crimson red blast touched every single inch of Midgar, and the area around it, killing every single living person on impact. And after the dust cleared, there was nothing. No Midgar. No life. Nothing to indicate anything had ever been here in the first place Just a bare patch of dead land.
Slowly floating down to land on the ground, The Beast and his four heralds surveyed the scene. "I could feel a presence before the impact... Midgar is gone, but its champions live. And I know who is responsible..." He addressed the four heralds. "Here we'll stay. We'll wait for them--the world's army. They'll be here soon, and when they are, I'll kill them all. I'll let them suffer with the knowledge that they could save nothing... And then, I'll obliterate everything before their eyes." Even if the world and its people weren't fully prepared, the day was here--the final confrontation with the Beast was nigh. And it would take place where Midgar once stood.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 9:57 am
LS95
Rykuō Utagawa
Rykuō shrugged "not really" he said. He noticed what had happened and was actually surprised they were unharmed. "Well this is interesting" he said as he started to toss is yoyo and catching it.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 2:31 am
"And here they come..." The Beast stood from where he had been sitting, his four heralds coming to attention as the mass of people touched down, appearing before the Beast in the huge space where Midgar once occupied. "Here are the heroes of Gaia! The heroes of all life. Is that how you all fancy yourself?" The Beast chuckled, beginning to pace a bit ."It's as though you're not aware that humanity is a stain on every world it inhabits. I was created by the Cetra to eradicate all life, but ever since getting this body I've begun to think more on that task. And I've realized how important it really is. Your Shinras, your Cerberuses, in every world you look, you see corruption and greed. That isn't to say that there are no good humans, but the amount of evil far outweighs that of good. Take yourselves for example! Even in this merry little band of heroes, there are much more of you here for your own purposes. Only here because if you weren't, it would directly be the death of you." He chuckled. "It makes my job easier" "Just get to the point..." Epsilon, one of the heralds said. "You keep doing your cartoon villain speech and they're going to somehow kill you." "Heh. I guess you're right." Exitiumortis, the Beast, slowly began to raise from the ground, floating above the massive amounts of heroes before him. Everyone in attendance would suddenly find themselves unable to move, even the slightest motion was out of their control. "Let's make this quick..." His energy began to gather, and the air around them all stood still once again--threatening to suffocate with every singular breath. Everything was silent. Then, there was crackling. Red lightning began crackling across the ground they stood on--and then, a blast. A huge current shot from the ground, striking every single person gathered here against the Beast. The current shot through them all, and it lasted only an instant. But that instant was enough, as they would all feel themselves at their limit. Everyone fell to their knees, or slouched over--mentally and physically exhausted. As if one more hit would be the death of them. And since they couldn't move, Hiyori's miracle cure would do nothing to save them since they couldn't take it. "GAH!" Cloud gasped, falling to a knee. "No... I can't..." He gasped. Was this really it? Was he going to die? "Ha.... should've... sat this one out..." Adachi coughed up blood, his vision blurring. "Damn... kids... ...Nanako..." "Gods... no..." Chrom gasped. "Was it all in vain..?" "He's just been playing with us..." Soren grunted. "Now there's nothing we can do... Ike..." Soren fell to his hands and knees. "Not... Ike... anyone but... Ike..." He would gladly give his life if he could save Ike's... "This..." Desmond chuckled. "Even I'm not immune to this... I guess it really is over..." "I'm glad you're all ready to accept death. I'll give it to you now." He raised his hand, red lightning crackling across his arm. "We all knew it would end this way... I was hoping it would be a bit more fun though. Ah well. Say goodbye."
