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 Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 12:30 am
"Look out, I'm gooinnnng iiiinnnn!" Zeo shouted, rushing beyond everyone else carrying something that no one would have thought possible, just as he burst into the room where all the fighting was going on. "Hey TEROS, shouldn't you be under a BRIDGE!? Here, I brought you one!!!" Zeo shouted as he threw the enormous bridge he'd just happened to bring with him at the troll. If the ridiculously large architecture wasn't enough to get the Black Messiah's notice though, then the fireball that flew behind it as Zeo punched his card and had Metal Cerberus throw out an Agilao likely would. The fireball hit the flying mixture of steel and cement and flames covered the debris, turning the attack into a double effective barrage for the stupid Messiah SUCKERS to feel the burn! Plus, even if Teros tried to blast the bridge and destroy it before it hit him, it'd send flying, flaming debris raining down on the Black Messiahs, so there was no easy way for him to get away from this assault by the roughest, toughest, manliest, pimpiest, PWNIEST thing in town! Awwwww yeeaaahhhH! "If you were half as fast as your mouth this might be a challenge!"Quote: Chucked a FREAKIN' BRIDGE covered in FLAMES (Agilao) at Teros!
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 1:51 am
Leon Mori
Leon's brow furrowed, looking at the path before them, and the foes in the way. He lowered his head slightly and gently shook his fist in front of him, before shaking his head and quickly drawing his sword, "I'm staying."
his left hand on the hilt of the Black Zagan glowing a brilliant white.
"It's the least I can do, after everything you've done for me, Souji."
He looked back at Souji, then to his green-haired underclassmen Faust, "Faust, if I don't make it, promise me you'll take care of her."
He was referring of course, to his Younger Sister Misha. If Leon were to die here, there was no one he'd rather have watching over her.
"And if we both make it out of here alive, there's something I want to tell you."
He nodded, and turned once again to the foes in front of him. They were stronger, but Leon didn't care.
This was something he needed to do...
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Kohaku Bear generated a random number between
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 10:02 am
Dan Sekohara 
"You got it!" Dan's voice carried loudly to all those who had stayed behind for this final battle. They would come out of this on top and nothing could stop them, not even death itself! Dan's eyes were exploding with heroic energy. The fires of justice burned so bright his brow eyes almost appeared luminous with the pure energy of his spirit. Spinning his large heavy hammer in his hand Dan prepared for a battle to end all his battles. "This is the power of Justice DAN MAN, GO!" Dan was enveloped in light for a moment and his shape began to expand and change, larger and stronger. When the light faded Dan's body was taller, and it rippled with muscles. The sudden transformation caused the white haired hero's shirt to explode as it could not contain the super human form that came forth with his reason of Yosuga. DAN MAN's giant hand gripped down tightly on the, relatively, small hammer and raised it to the heavens. His voice, deeper and more bellowing, burst forth like thunder: "Casshern, Tempest Slash!" With a mighty swing Dan obliterated the card with his hammer and above his massive frame appeared a sleek, white suited hero. Casshern, his evolved person dashed outwards and struck violently with a flurry at each of the Messengers and Messiahs in turn
Quote: DAN MAN! {Reason: Yosuga} - Increased strength (3 Posts Active, 2 Post Cool-down) Tempest Slash - HP:18% - 1-2 hits of Large Damage on 1 Foe. (Number of hits in RNG)
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 1:59 pm
 Orochi-Hetero, the Serpent of Lore, Simon Kongo, the Black Messiah, Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader, and Rise Kujikawa, Investigation Team Idol  There were no words to be said that could properly convey how grateful Soji had been that his friends had been willing to trust him this one last time, to follow him into the TV and to the top of this fell tower, and to stand behind him now and give him the time that he was going to need to complete the mission that he had been given. All of his efforts, the fighting, the battles, they had all been in preparation for this moment where he finally ascended the Tower and came face-to-face with the great threat of his adventure and with the power of the Fool, he could lock it away and protect his friends from the darkness. This was...the end. His heart was steel and his will resigned, so as the teams began to divide up...more of them willing to stay in the dangerous Rear Guard position than he had expected, he couldn't help but smile faintly and take one long, final, familiar glance at each of his friends. They didn't know what he was going to do right now...if they did, would they stop him? He was certain that some of them would try, that they would insist there was another way to go about this, but that was precisely why he couldn't tell them. It was a shame...and it pained him that he couldn't bring himself to say a proper goodbye. "Everyone," his stern, smooth voice was suddenly deeper, his gratitude thick and his emotion as passionate as ever as the soft words slipped past his lips, "thank you, for everything." It was all he could say, the only thing to be said at a time like this. They were putting their lives on the line not just for him, but for the future of their town, their friends, and he really hadn't expected anything less. In the end, they were true heroes...his strength when he thought he didn't have any. But it was a bit too early for reflection and celebration, wasn't it? They still had a job to do...and everyone could celebrate together when this was all said and done.
"Then, Rise, Yukiko, Faust, Rednal...you're with me," he nodded with some finality, turning towards the battlefield where his friends were leaping into the fray and clearing out their path. With one final small smile, he took a look at each of his friends in turn...etching the sight of their backs into his memory for a change...and then... "Let's mosey..."
Feet hammered against the crystal floor with a sense of urgency now as they raced through the battlefield, barely avoiding the thunder of Raiden as it crashed all about them; Yosuke's wind kept their enemies at bay as they pushed through, and even the fiery debris of Zeo's cataclysmic entrance served as a distraction that helped open the way towards the great stairs standing before them...and the doors onto the very top floor of the Tower beyond that. His clouded eyes were focused, his hand in Rise's helping her keep pace since he knew that she wasn't quite as swift as the rest of them on her own. His heartbeat rang inside of his ears with each passing second that he drew closer to the final battle and the doom that lay beyond. His lips were dry, that last lingering feeling of doubt prickling inside of his chest was squashed by determination, but still inside of his mind he could hear that treacherous little voice telling him to go back, go back! It was louder than usual, and it almost sounded different than his own voice. He squashed it again, the sound of his breath and Rise's, the determined footsteps of his friends racing alongside him were cacophonous as he came at last to the doors and without looking back, he raised his sword-filled hands and pressed them open, swinging wide open to reveal the sickly golden light of the Dark Hour moon...so wide and huge above them it felt like he could reach out and touch it. Its rays were like ill beams of radiation and he wondered if you could feel nauseous from looking at them, but even beneath that moon and the noxious green sky it was impossible not to have your attention immediately drawn to the two shadowed figures which were clashing against one another at an almost imperceptible speed. He could hear the sound of tearing flesh and see a gnarled, twisted limb of some sort lashing across like a shadow on the moon. Loud were the cries of either warrior as they clashed and clashed again, until finally the group of heroes made their way across the obsidian chamber atop the tower, beneath the gathering dark over their heads, and saw the two skid back to either side of the expanse between them looking like two rabid, hungry dogs having torn into one another with all the cannibalistic ferocity necessary to survive it.
They looked like they had been through Hell...or like some twisted, tattered amalgamation of humanity and devil that had been fused together and ripped to shreds. On the right hand side he could see the tall figure of the leader of the Black Messiahs, Simon Kongo, standing up straight with an arm draped across his chest and gripping at some wound on his left side...the arm that hung low there appeared limp and motionless, claws from his shadow form turned outward at a disgusting angle, like his arm had almost been torn from the socket entirely. His golden eye on the right side shone with some ferocity, but he did not turn his gaze from the serpent on the far side of the field from him. Which made it all the more surprising when his strained but powerful voice crossed the distance between them and he addressed them with none of the casual mockery that they had become used to, that personified his Midnight Channel speeches to the town. This was Simon without all the bravado and window dressing...this was Simon pushed to the limit by a foe who shouldn't have even existed. His voice was gravelly and a little wet, as though something internal were wrecking it from what it should have been...but it was clear enough when he spoke to them what he wanted to say. It was what Soji had dreaded, what Tatsuya Suou had explained to him back at the house, and what he had been hoping wasn't true all this time... "Do you see, Soji Seta?" he coughed once, holding his tall fighting pose with his teeth clenched tight, the obsidian horns atop his head chipped on one side as his other eye was squeezed shut in pain, "this is...the true form...of the creature you tried to destroy. This is...the true capability of the shadows...if they are united by a strong will." He winced but stood strong, black-red blood dripping between his gloved fingers as he raised a hand and pointed a finger across the way at his inhuman enemy. "A Black Fool...with no conscience...that seeks to thwart...even death," Simon strained but lumbered forward a step, extending his arm fully to push the team's attention away from him and onto his target, "with the power...of the World. ...Look and see...why he cannot be allowed...to endure." Finally, at this prompting, the silverette reluctantly looked away from the warrior called 'Progenitor' and scanned to the far side of the platform to what lay before him. And when he saw it, his eyes widened, stomach churning a bit as he saw what the power of Simon had done to the enemy that now stood before them.
"What is...that thing?" were the only words that slipped from his mouth as he beheld him.
Orochi-Hetero had once held a human form; now he was little more than tatters, bloody remnants of whatever mockery of the species he had been prior to the battle with Simon. Instantly catching his attention was the right side of the serpentine warrior which had completely torn away from the body, arm, shoulder, even portions of the side which were vanished...a thick black ooze pouring from the wounds and sizzling on the floor of the tower where it touched the ground. He could see what looked like white bone, perhaps part of a ribcage, but other than that the innards were little more than a black sludge all ground up together and smoldering from the intensity of the energy that had ripped away his shadowed flesh. His legs were gone entirely, replaced with what looked like a long stretch of a serpent's tail trailing all the way back towards the edge of the tower where he could finally see the remnants of shoe-clad feet where he had simply stretched his entire lower body to unnatural, impossible distances and probably slithered his upper body this far across the way. There were several chunks missing and taken out of those as well, and he could see just above where the stretched calves should be that there was a huge sword jammed through the backs of the knees that pinned the body to the floor and kept it from moving, from squirming any further than it had gone. And the amount of blood that coated the blade and the floor beneath it could only be described as torrential. Gone were the upper clothes of the warrior which revealed his mangled body and gray skin of what had once been an obviously lean but solid body...the fingers on his left arm were held weakly before his burn-scarred face, one eye completely useless from the look of it, and the deep labored breaths of the creature revealed that whatever battle he had endured against his rival had left him on the point of breaking. But what was he doing? There was nothing left of him, hardly at all. Soji's eyes shot back and forth between the two fighters then...it was clear that Simon was getting the better of the exchange. He slid the swords in his hands back into their sheaths and began gathering the energy around him...they knew which of their enemies to take on first now, with one so helpless. It was time to act...the beginning of the end...
Or so he thought.
"Wait!" Simon coughed, and in a convulsion his legs crippled and he crumbled down onto his knees, spitting out what must have been a solid pint of blood to the floor before him before raising a shaky finger to point at the decrepit creature, unable to even look up to see it any longer, "just...watch." Clouded eyes wide, Soji suddenly felt a familiar shiver run down his spine. Something wasn't right here...Simon was down now, his voice had seemed desperate! Shifting his eyes back to the ruined form of his enemy, which was so wrecked he was loathe to do it, he couldn't see anything different at first...until, at last, it began.
It started in the black ooze...he could see the bubbling speed up, vibrate, the steam rising as though his very blood itself were boiling inside of his body. His mouth which had been wide open suddenly seemed to crack at the very sides, spit and blood oozing forth as the figure of Orochi-Hetero wretched and leaned forward, his hand and the seals of his fingers falling to the ground as he crumpled and caught himself just shy of the ground, his mouth still spitting out all that junk in front of him. And then he mouth suddenly...did crack...jaw unhinging, mouth spreading wide as his very head seemed to expand and open wide, cracking and crunching as it spread wider and wider, until suddenly in the gaping cavern that his mouth had become there was something thick and dark coming forward, but unlike the blood or the shadows inside of him when it began to come out it looked almost...stringy, like yarn or thread or... 'Or hair?!' his eyes shot wide suddenly as the black hair emerged and fell to the floor, and with it, attached to the mass, was a white-skinned face that slammed unceremoniously upon the floor even as the mouth cracked and opened wider, becoming more fluid as it spat out this new head...and then a new set of shoulders...and as the old body cracked and gave way it seemed to be vomiting out a new one, hips and thighs now, knees and ankles...until at long last the new body fell entirely to Tartarus in a gooey, saliva-coated heap and the old one collapsed and sizzled into blackness, dissipating into the very essence of the tower itself like shadows returning to shadows. It could have been a moment or a minute that passed with the body laying motionless atop the floor, and though he wanted to turn back to Simon and ask what was going on here, he could see that the Progenitor was doing all that he could simply to stay up and stay conscious, his wounds much worse than they had originally appeared. His black armor failed him and he reverted into a more human form with his golden eyes glowing, and he coughed again, spitting out blood...but even that could barely draw Soji's eyes away when the body began to move. Only slightly at first, a twitching of the arms, a convulsion in the back...but then, like a devil crawling itself out of the very pits of Hell he could see that head of onyx hair began to rise...the body pulling itself up from the floor like a puppet on strings, barely supporting itself but hanging and dragging its way all back to its feet at once.
And when that deep, rumbling laughter echoed high into the sky he could swear that his very blood was ice and his spine had frozen over. Orochi-Hetero's eyes opened to reveal sharp, powerful golden irises, his tongue hangout out from his lips long and wet. And from his throat came the laughter like a murderous hiss.
"Senpai, look!"
"HMMHMMHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" it echoed into the night and while Simon tried to move, his body only shuddered and wrecked him with a new bout of pain...but the serpent wasn't paying attention to him anymore, his eyes having found themselves a much more amusing prey...with silver hair and all his little friends around him, "it seems as though you and I are destined to keep bumping into one another...Soji-kun...hmm hmm..." There was no mistake...Soji's teeth clenched and his fingers wound like vice-grips around the hilt of his weapons.
"Hetero..." he hissed with contempt, earning a 'tut' from his foe.
"Orochi-, actually...I'm much different from the poor little boy who was possessed by shadows until his mind shattered. In fact, I don't even remember his name..." the dark-haired creature laughed in a low and humored tone, chuckling to himself as much as at his silver-haired guest...whose own on-edge stance was as much a mix of hatred, disbelief, and curiosity as anything. The snake could feel his confusion, practically read every question in his mind. How was he alive again? What was his goal now? And for what reason did he come straight to the top of this tower, the one place Tatsuya had said Hetero would never go when he was possessed by him? But it was only the last question that was of any importance to him, his eyes flashing and a rumbling in his throat revealing his amusement even further, earning a sharp look and a glare from Soji that only seemed to amuse him further. "Don't look at me like that...I thought we were having a touching reunion? And here I was just going to tell you why I came here. I'm sure you're just dying to know..." he teased, but he knew that the Senior couldn't resist the answer to the question...so with a dark chuckle he waited until Soji's had hesitated a moment before answering in-kind, "I desire a body. A new host...one with much more potential than the last one. Someone whose power can take me to much greater heights than Tatsuya Suou...and bring me one step closer to my dreams..." For a moment Soji considered the words before a recognition kicked in; instantly his clouded eyes flickered over to Simon's collapsed body...shuddering and struggling back to his knees...but a laughter from the snake interrupted that thought before it got going. "Oh no, not him. Surely you must have figured it out by now...hmm?" His golden eyes suddenly flashed, a hungered gaze in them as some strange possession suddenly took him...and his tongue slipped out of his mouth, long as it was, and seemed to slurp once in delight. "That there's more to all of this than just u-"
"That's enough out of you!" the deep voice of Simon suddenly echoed across the rooftop, and despite all his wounds, despite all his straining, he had somehow managed to get back to his feet, "even you...aren't strong enough...to defeat him yet. You think...with all your new powers...you can just change destiny?!" He coughed and summoned into his hands a long, deadly-looking sword; it was curved and shone ominously beneath the Dark Hour sky...and as he held it out towards his foe there was a shaking in his hands but a determination. ...In return, the snake only smiled. "Oh? Still not done? I could have sworn that last one had done you in. Oh well..." the serpent chuckled, turning his gaze suddenly towards the Investigation Team with little interest in the Progenitor, "Hmm...but you know, I don't feel like playing with you any longer. After all, something much more appetizing than you are is here now. Maybe I'll play with him for a while instead...what do you think?" His eyes narrowed dangerously, and suddenly there was a cunning there, a sharp meaningful look that took his enemy by surprise. And then, like a switch inside of his head went off, Simon's teeth grit into fangs so hard that he might have snapped them, his golden eye narrowing, flashing, he turned his attention suddenly towards the Investigation Team and his sword flashed in the light. "Them...?! Your plan...that was your plan all along!" he choked, turning his bloodied body and taking a heavy step forward towards the Investigation Team, "you never meant...to go after him...you wanted to...lure out this boy? I..." Simon's body shuddered violently as he raised his weapon and forced himself back into his demonic form. "You think...that by absorbing...him...that you can defeat...him? You...I won't...let you." He took another step towards the team and he seemed to glower with menace despite his awful form. "I will...kill them..." Despite his threat, however, the snake made no move to intercept. Instead, his eyes shifted back towards the Investigation Team as his rival stumbled towards them in his wounded death march.
"Oh...it seems you've figured me out. Hmm...but you're in no condition to be fighting anyone, let alone them," he mused playfully before speaking to Soji, 'How about it? Why don't you use that little trick you used on me and put poor Simon out of his misery? ...If you do it now, you might even save that poor boy that's trapped inside of him." He taunted with a wide smirk, before adding...almost as if to play on their suspicions. "Don't worry, I won't interfere..." Orochi-Hetero quipped, before adding, "...you might even discover something very...interesting." To emphasize his point, the snake simply threw his head back and watched down his nose, his eyes occasionally glancing up towards the sky as if looking, waiting for something...and then occasionally towards the side and the edge of the roof where the altar stood atop a small, raised platform that hadn't been there two years earlier...where Hetero and Simon had once been made. Still, it was an invitation, and Soji wasn't sure whether to trust it...but as Simon lumbered closer he forced his feet into something of an awkward dash, speed still impressive despite his weakness. If he was going to make a choice, he had to make it in a flash. To go after Simon or Hetero first...? Simon's steel pulsated in the golden moonlight and he made his decision.
Soji's body became white and ethereal, flashing as his armor surrounded him, his silver mask settling over his eyes as a blue wand fell into his hands. Power crackled from his every pore and along the rides of his long, white jacket. Izanagi had been reborn inside of him again. And just in time, as the sword of his enemy lashed down with an incredible strength for one as wounded as he was; his wand was faster, repelling the strike back into the air before the tail-end of his weapon rapped Simon's wounded stomach and took the wind out of him, forcing him to fall back a few steps and sink to a knee. That had been the last gasp...all the power that he had left inside of him. Who knew the depths that he had wielded in his long struggle against Orochi-Hetero before this, but right now, before the face of the reborn God, there was nothing left inside of him to offer. His demon form was flickering from simply standing in its presence, a sense of screaming, a wail inside of his mind as his hands reached up to clutch at his brain suddenly, lightning bolts of white-hot pain inside of him. And standing before him, looking down at the Progenitor of so much despair, Soji found himself suddenly taken with a bout of pity. Somewhere inside of all that black power and malice was a strong young man waiting to be freed...someone desperate to atone and get back to the people that he loved. How long had he been trapped inside of this monster, under some dark influence? How much of him was left? He raised his wand and felt the magic gather inside of it. It was time to end things...and end his suffering.
"Where there is shadow, let there be light," came the dual-toned voice of Izanagi (Reborn), "Myriad Truths"
And then there was power, a bright light that engulfed Simon even as he seemed to writhe in agony beneath it...it gripped him, surrounded him, and embraced him with its warm glow and even as he struggled he became more and more constrained by it. As it gripped him the light began to sink into his very pores...penetrating him, surrounding him, the black of his armor seemed to shine all the brighter and darker against it until finally it was overwhelmed. And it was white, hot, brighter than any sun...caressing his armored skin and burning him until his mouth had finally been forced open and a choked scream like some kind of banshee erupted from within. And then the light began to fade, in its place remained what looked like an ashen or coal husk of what had once been Simon the Progenitor...his armor was gray, flaking away ever-so-slowly...his open eyes like black holes into which one could look forever and find nothing. Then, in a drop some of the coal ash fell from his hand and dispersed onto the floor...and where it had been there was a hand, tan but clear and obviously human. Another drop fell and splashed away into dust, revealing strands of blue hair and an ear pierced by a single loop. All of the ash and dust began to fall away now and disperse like dust in the wind, a cremated loved one dumped out lovingly upon the waters of the sea. Beneath it all there seemed to be a young man with blue hair and an earring, eyes that were clear and strong, and his shirtless body was now rid of all the dark dressing that Simon had been so fond of in his own time. He remained frozen in that rigid form for more than a few moments, like a statue that had been cast upon its knees in such a pained expression, but then...after a few moments had passed and the last of the ash had drifted away...his body at last relaxed and fell forward onto the floor. Collapsed, motionless, but as he looked down Soji could faintly see the rising and falling of his back...ever-so-slightly...as good a signal as could be that there was still some life left in him. His lips beneath the mask curled into the smallest of smiles, knowing they had freed him from the darkness the same way they had Tatsuya...but they had more important things to tend to before they could all go home. Namely, the snake...
...Turning to face him, he seemed wholly amused...only that when Soji raised his wand to attack him, his eyes seemed to shift away from the battle and instead, to the body that lay on the floor at a distance from them now, and a thick black miasma that was slowly rising from within him. Swiftly turning around to see what Orochi-Hetero had obviously been waiting for, the hard eyes of the Investigation Team's leader observed as the wickedness began to rise from seemingly the very mind of the former Progenitor...and hovering over his head the blackness began to take on a shape, winged and crowned, with a golden plate over his face and thick, purple-black skin. He was hardly visually intimidating, but he radiated a blackness and madness unlike anything else that Soji had ever beheld. This was...a true devil of a shadow! His eyes widened and he realized now what all the words and riddles had been hinting at...the truth about the dark influence that even Tatsuya couldn't explain! This wasn't just some black pall, and the fall of the Fools hadn't been a random chance or inevitability at all!
It was this thing...this creature, writhing and screeching in the air before them until it had regained entirely a true form and grew now to be even larger, larger than they were...its strength emanating and growing with each passing second. Suddenly, he knew that it was time to act! A panicked sensation, an instinct that if they let this thing grow any bigger it would be too great for even he and all his friends to conquer! His grip tightened on his wand, he looked over his shoulder and determination filled his glance. This was their enemy! This was the beginning of the True Final Battle!
"W-what is that thing?" Rise's voice was shaky, her amber eyes wide and her persona nowhere near the front of her mind as she looked upon the foul creature...but the answer to her question was obvious to one of them, and the god that lived inside of him knew full-well just how dire things had now become.
"Nyarlathotep" the second voice inside of him seemed to whisper aloud, loud enough that everybody could hear him...and then it was Soji's mixed voice again, the knowledge flowing through his mouth like it was being poured inside of him by another, "The Crawling Chaos...a creature that seeks to lead humanity to its own destruction. He made Simon and Hetero what they were..." His power suddenly spiked and all his strength came to bear! Turning to look over his shoulder just as Nyarlathotep's own black power spiked and burst out from around him in an ominous wave, Soji grit his teeth and nodded once more. "Don't hold back..." he warned them, "give it everything you've got!" And then, biting down and turning his attention to the dark god before them, he smirked and set his heart as steel in preparation for the battle.
"Persona!"Quote: Nyarlathotep, the Black Influence and Crawling Chaos, has appeared! This is an extremely dangerous enemy!
The Final Battle begins NOW!============================== Rear Guard
Yosuke
Teddie
Dan
Chie
Amelia
Leon
Kusuri
Zeo
Minori
Kanji
Naoto
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Soji
Rise
Yukiko
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 7:11 pm
 Rednal Ak'ThiasRednal screamed as his mind practically exploded under the surge of Other that erupted from his Persona. For one monent, shorter than a human could measure and longer than an eternity, his Persona raged against the bonds that kept it held. It was less trying to hold a gate shut and more grabbing onto a very flimsy pole while a hurricane and tsunami tried to tear one away, and a painful realization sank into Rednal's mind. That his Persona knew this enemy, and she desired to tear him (or it, or... whatever Nyarlathotep was, if words like "he" or "it" could even apply) to pieces, and she raged at not having the power to do so properly. Constrained as she was by the limitations of the fragile body she was possessing, that didn't stop Yidhra for even a moment in asserting what influence on the world she could. Between the Crawling Chaos and the Investigation Team, space started to twist and bend as if little things like the mathematical (and spiritual) laws of the universe were being told to shut up and get out of the way. With just her presence, Yidhra was twisting reality itself to provide protection to the Investigation Team, and the many-mouthed girl floated in the air behind Rednal, her hands digging painfully into his shoulders as her many mouths, formed of her hair, wove and flexed. Even as she did that, Yidhra's eyes gleamed brightly as they tapped into a small item Rednal wore around his neck, seeking out the rules under which Nyarlathotep played and questing to find his weaknesses even as she forcefully reached through Rednal's own mind and activated a small item he was wearing on his finger, shaping it with her own will and a mind that Rednal couldn't even comprehend. Madness was only the beginning. "Yidhra, give me all of your power!" Rednal roared, and another tempest assaulted his fragile sanity as his Persona responded. Reality, bent badly enough by her mere presence, twisted even more as she held her hands close together, conjuring a sun-bright sphere of nuclear fire. Power considerably beyond what Rednal should have ever accomplished normally surged into the sphere as it lit up the chamber, and one of the mouths in Yidhra's hair whipped over, snagged the spell, and hurled it straight towards Nyarlathotep. Blood leaked out of Rednal's ears as his body spasmed in response to his Persona's actions. A human simply wasn't meant to be bonded this way with a being so utterly foreign to the universe, especially when said being was so worked up, and adverse effects did occur... indeed, perhaps the only thing keeping his mind there at all was one single, piercing desire. Wait for me... I'll be there soon!Quote: Rednal's Actions:-Ari Dance (Reduce Attack Power and Accuracy of All Enemies) [Passive] -Youkai's Sight (Detect Resistances of Enemies) [Passive] -Green Power Ring (Increase STR, VIT, MAG, and AGI; Slightly reduce damage) [Passive] -Nightmare (Drastically Increase Magic for 3 posts, with a two post cooldown; 1/3) [Reason: Akuma] -Action: Nova Cyther (Target: Nyarlathotep) [Very High Nuclear Damage to 1 Enemy] (Nightmare) (Magic Incense) (Nuclear Boost) (Nuclear Amp) (Green Power Ring)
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Teros grimaced as he encountered the investigation team heading to the top of the tower, well it was what had to happen anyways, but it sure as hell took them long enough. Now that they were here however, maybe things would get a lot more interesting. He let them have their little pow wow, splitting up to deal with things as they would, and was about to make a witty retort when the attacks started up. As the Magarudyne crashed over him, knocking him backwards and off of his feet he rolls backwards and landing on his knees springing up quickly he grimaces feeling the lacerations and finishes tearing at his shirt and revealing his armor as the bridge begins flying at him before being set ablaze. Teros smirked as he rushed forward, charging headlong at the bridge. As he drew near to it, noticing a sizeable gap underneath the flying architecture, he dropped skidding underneath, the flames licking at him to no effect as shadows pooled around him. As he emerged on the other side, his shadow form revealing itself from the flames, he cracked a cruel grin, ice forming over his hands as he lifted them above his head, a cloud forming over everyone's heads the air chilling as the cloud filled the air. "Kazuma, why don't you give me a light." He roars, looking around at the group gathered... yes it would do well to strike up a storm in this scuffle. He thinks to himself, looking around at the people gathered here to fight them. He would have to think of a way to deal with all of them, but for the moment this was his best bet at causing division and heavy damage... Even as all of this happened however, a strange presence stretched into all of the minds of his foes, his ring pulsing as it began to pick at them with their own fears. Quote: Fusion Start: Mabufudyne Yellow Ring Fear Effect: in order Dan Grey Fox Chie Amelia Leon Kusuri Zeo Minori Kanji Naoto Teddie Yosuke
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 8:54 pm
  Faustus Necromonium, the Trappish Junior and Kusuri Keiraku, the violent JuniorFaust swallowed as he watched the events unfold in front of him...more than a little bothered at how it all turned out. Though as Souji purified Simon, he almost screamed out 'It's a Trap!', though the presence of the Serpent of Lore almost forbade him to say so.
At Souji's comment, Faust nodded, gripping his Chakram as he broke the card in his hands, casting a Debilitate on the being known as Nyarlathotep, hearing Rednal practically lose it next to him. He had to survive though....
For Kusuri, for Eoria, and for Leon's sake. He only hoped they were okay down there.Kusuri scowled, as she focused her energy again, and felt herself filled to the brim with power again, as she had earlier. Her body rebelled a bit, though it wasn't something too debilitating at the moment.
The girl braced for impact, feeling that the way Teros started his attack, they were preparing for something big. The question was....
What was it?Quote: Faust: Debilitate: (Nyarlathotep) Kusuri: Kusuri RAGE. (Heat Riser, Power Charge. Turn 1/6)
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 9:16 pm
Yukiko Amagi  This place… there were no words to describe just how much of a bad feeling it gave her; the shivers that run down her spine with each step taken inside of the looming tower in front of them, the closer they got to the top, the more her stomach tightened, sickening her as each second passed. Obsidian eyes shifted to the back of the silverette, her lips curving downwards in worry. There was something that kept bothering her since they arrived at the Mayonaka Lobby… despite the force and determination on clouded eyes, there was something off on them, a shadow of some sort. She couldn’t really grasp what it was…and perhaps her concern for him was just blinding her, but… she couldn’t shake away the echo of the words mentioned that night during the Dark Hour. Was this somehow related? Was he hiding something from them?
The girl bit her lip, afraid to finish that train of thought, returning her gaze to the checkered floor in front of them, only once shifting to look at the glowing moon, its eerie shine reflecting on the running team, not finding it as distracting as she would have liked. It wasn’t long though, before her whole attention was drawn to the terrible battle going between the two powerful entities; what happened after only leaving her stone cold. The color drained from her face as she stared at the gruesome scene before her, only to see that they had been dancing on the snake’s palm all along. Darkness swirled around the fallen body, and it was just in an instant that another, more terrible, enemy stood before them. Rise worded her own questions and fear, the heiress standing her ground despite the terrible feeling that curled at her stomach. Just…just what were they confronting?
Eyes shifted to the silverette, answering the question that lingered over the whole team, before returning her attention back to the monster that was Nyarlathotep, drifting them to the other enemy for a moment, seeing that there was no sign of him attacking them…for now. He seemed amused, perhaps waiting for the creature to finish them off before trying anything. The dark haired girl wasn’t sure she understood everything that had been exchanged between the Progenitor and the reborn Hetero, but…she knew that the latter was searching for something…and was using them as bait. And she wasn’t going to fall this easily. She…she needed to fight with the team, support them. And they weren’t going to fail, even if the enemy was something they had never seen before. She had faith in their leader…they had been able to survive and defeat Hetero last time…tonight would be no different.
“Right!” Yukiko took a defensive stance, narrowed eyes shifting to the enemy, her fan opened in front of her, ready to attack or defend herself. The blue card appeared in front of her, slashed with a swift movement of her weapon, the glass shattering noise bringing forth Amaterasu. “Persona!” Raging flames burst forward, the powerful fire attack aimed for the winged creature, following behind Rednal’s attack. They would finish this! They would win this!
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 9:17 pm
It was time. The mechanical muscles within the gray fox's tortured form all screamed with a hellish rage. The many shadows used to connect and reforge the broken blade were not all making their demands known. Unlike the mind of Yoshizo Yoshimura however these shadows all called for unison rather than division, precision rather than wildness. The glowing red eye narrowed onto the songster, his muscles were primed and he was about to spring forth when the ticking began. For a second the armored warrior was stuck, trapped within his own mind with images beyond description. All he felt was horror, the pure unadulterated horror that could only exist within the waking mind of a psycho. In less than the time it took to bat an eye the ticking had stopped again and the gray fox was prepared. Gripping the hilt of his high frequency Katana the shadow's call became unified. Beneath him Gray fox's shadow twisted and morphed into something more streamlined, more feline, a panther now laid ready to pounce in the darkness below him. He could feel the increased speed as he took off like a blur along the floor with his sword dragging on the ground next to him. The blade carved through every inch of ground it dragged along like a hot knife through butter. Within a second the newest cyborg ninja was upon Teros who had now raised his hand to the heavens and prepared a spell. This was his chance. With a lightning quick juke to the side Yoshizo's blade flashed through the air its deadly arc bringing it across the songster's chest in a long slender motion. If he had hit was yet to be seen but skidding to a stop gray fox turned to see what had become of the ex-messenger. Was he struck? Or had he dived away at the last moment with his likewise impressive speed.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 10:03 pm
 Orochi-Kabuto, 'Shadow' Member of the Black MessengersSword and dagger flew past each other as each of the secondary leaders of their groups went in for another blow, Raiden lashing out for Vamp's head, the undying man aiming to plan another blade in his foes chest; only suddenly, neither reached their target, caught between two fingers each, and in an instant they were twisted downwards and away from their targets harmlessly. "Now now, why don't I help you kids out a little? With my...cards?" The demonic grin on his face was revealed as the hooded figure, pale skinned and just as powerful as those he'd just interrupted, turned to grin at the Immortal of the Black Messiahs and his followers. A flick of his wrist, and he'd produced a stack of cards from which he quickly drew two Gold cards, which could only mean one thing for his enemies. "You're in the way." Orochi-Kabuto flicked the card towards Vamp, who's hands shot up to guard just as they dissolved. Suddenly, explosive power shot like a tornado turned sideways, as the full power of both tore through the Messiah's best in seconds, ragged flesh flying everywhere as the power totally overwhelmed him. In a moment the Fusion Raids fell upon their targets, one for the Black Messiahs, one for the Investigation Team, and though their power had dwindled a bit from destroying the person who had unfortunately met them at point blank, they were still significant enough to cause everyone a good bit of pain. A writhing, mangled torso began to repair itself as Vamp lay on the ground, unconscious for a mere moment as his body already began to repair the hole in it. Eyes slowly began to draw open as his arm stitched itself back on, his stomach just sealing as he turned his hand to push off the ground. Then, quite suddenly, two fingers jabbed in both of his knees, straight through his body and to the core as Kabuto stepped on his chest with a meager grin. "Why don't you sit this one out? I know exactly how to keep you there; we're not so different, after all." He said with a wicked grin, the new member of the Messengers, risen from the darkness with the return of Orochi-Hetero turning the tables in an instant. The blue glow on his fingers didn't disappear, and in an instant he jabbed into both arms on Vamp's body, making sure that he was good and sealed as his power placed itself right between his joints. That would keep him from healing, at least far longer than was necessary for the Messengers to complete their mission. Finally, they were going to see the downfall of the Messiahs, and everything they'd taken from them would be restored. "Hello, dear students. I'm going to entertain you this evening, so I hope you don't mind." Orochi-Kabuto turned, and a grin spread across his already wide smile, as the dark overhang of his hood gave his face an ominous light as he took painfully small steps towards the Investigation Team's members. Vamp
Vamp twitched as he pulled against his severed muscles, attempting to force his body to move, pain either non-existent to him or irrelevant, but what was in place stopped him from moving the broken body, and it was that which caused him to grit his teeth and wince once more. However, Vamp was far from freaking out as he relaxed when he realized that moving was impossible, letting his head roll back with a sigh as he looked as far back as he could, trying to spot the fellow Messiahs. "Teros, I need you for a moment." Vamp ordered with the appropriate level of force in his throat, making it clear it was not an in-the-near-future warning as he stopped looking and lifted his head to watch the Black Messengers move, anger filling his body. If he had known that they had someone capable of that on their side, perhaps he and Simon would have taken closer action and avoided letting him trap Vamp in such a way; especially considering the fact that he was needed for the plan. No, it had become much worse than that however, as Vamp could feel some of the upper floor's struggle. "The boss is not going to like this." Vamp said with a groan, unable to return to the top despite knowing that Simon had already been dealt such a fatal hand.Quote: Kabuto: Guardian Hammer + Aquary Tide @ Black Messiahs. Metldown + Twinkle Nebula @ I. Team.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 12:08 am
 Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos
Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader, and Rise Kujikawa, Investigation Team IdolHere they looked now upon the genesis for all of the chaos that had overcome their town; golden crowned evil with red wings and black skin hovering before them, tugging at the strings of their conscious thought as if tempting them to give in and accept the end, the promise of humanity's departure from this world by its own destructive subconscious. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Soji could feel that tug, and the more that he thought about it he was sure he could recognize that little voice in the back of his mind that had whispered doubts into his ear as he ascended getting a little bit louder with each passing second. It was taunting him, cajoling him, whispering into his ear all of the sweet thoughts of just how easy it would be to get through all of this if he was just willing to let go and accept the chaos that was digging in its fingers to his mind to lure him into madness. And for a moment, he could glimpse with his own eyes the power and the temptation that had trapped his forerunners within the web of the Crawling Chaos's design, how they had been pulled over time into his line of thinking, their minds bent by the destructive impulses that this creature surreptitiously awakened from the darker part of their hearts. They had even confronted Nyarlathotep directly before, knew the type of horror that it could bring, and yet when its voice still whispered into their ears from afar, like their own dirty conscience telling them all that they desired, they had broken down little by little, losing tiny pieces of themselves to the whims of this being, this otherworldly, inhuman thing which now floated like a black angel or the crowned king of some Hell before them. Now he recognized the origin of the pity that had seen rise inside his heart when Simon had knelt beaten before him, still struggling in spite of his wounds and the fact that whatever dream he had been hoping to realize was never going to come to fruition. It was never a dream at all...it was sheer determination, pure will, all born through lies and deceit, the treacherous whispers of this thing and the power that it had to influence the human mind. Giving such a fiend the power of a Fool, the power of those such as Tatsuya and Naoya, had been akin to handing a gun over to a madman...you didn't have to wait long before he would start pulling the trigger. And all of the pain that they had suffered, the deaths that they had endured, all of them were because of the machinations of this creature. They were little more to it than playthings...and there was nothing about that which could sit right inside of the silver-haired warrior's stomach. It was time to finish this.
"There's something strange about this thing," the shaky voice of Rise dutifully chimed in through the power of her persona, having quickly gone to the task of scanning and support when the battle began in earnest. Still, while she had hoped that she would be able to at least identify one weakness or strength on this thing in the same fashion that Rednal's item could, her scan had proven to be more than fruitless, but blurry and confusing, as if the very nature of the thing was too chaotic and unstable to pin down. It unnerved her, and her silence and the waver in her voice passed that feeling along to her boyfriend and teammates, though she tried valiantly to recover from the feeling as quickly as it had come. Now wasn't the time to waver, and they were all scared. Whatever this thing was they had a job to do, so with her game face back on she wrapped her messages and resolved to try even harder."I...can't get a read right now! Give me time, I'll try harder!" she promised with a small pump of her fist at a distance, far away from the thick of the battle near the steps back down below. Her enemy wasn't the only thing that she had focused on, however, and in an instant Rise could feel the wavering and instability in her teammates, or rather, teammate...he was unusually stressed by something, and when she spotted his ears bleeding she knew that he was definitely not in his right mind. 'Senpai, Rednal isn't doing so good," she warned as she watched him, feeling a little bit of haze and chaos emanating from him as well, "I don't know what's wrong with him...maybe he should withdraw and go back downstairs!" It wasn't a certainty, but it was a suggestion. If Rednal couldn't handle this creature, there was no point in forcing him into a situation that might break his mind. And there was no doubt that this being was strange...dangerous in ways that they might never fully comprehend. She had said all that she could for now, at the very least...the rest was in the hands of the fighters, and with a stern nod Soji recognized her message and the dire nature of the situation. Doing this without Rednal right now might seem like a good idea, but without his firepower, could only three of them really be enough to take down this fiend? He wasn't sure...so as the nuclear spell ripped from the mouth of his persona and crossed the distance, he resolved to hold out just a little bit longer before he made a decision. 'Don't let me down now...' he thought grimly, noticing Faust had already taken the gloves off as well, with Yukiko joining in the fray by lobbing an intense wave of fire that washed over the black skin of their foe. He supposed it was too late to think twice about all this...the die were cast and the game afoot. Win, lose, or draw....but he had no intention of losing. And now it was his turn to fight.
His fingers wrapped tightly around his blue staff as the devil before them seemed pushed back in the air slightly by each spell, but no sooner had it rocked back than it was back in place before them, silent and ominous as it ever had been. In their heads the voice of dissent grew a little bit louder as it slowly raised its hand, but no sooner had it thought to attack them than did the Senior shoot across the distance and strike with his weapon at the creature's golden crown, a casual raise of the beast's arm and claws stopping the weapon from reaching its destination and putting a dent upon its head for it. He followed with a kick that found its other claw, but even as his series of attacks were rejected it hadn't seemed as though he were falling behind his enemy at all. They were blow-for-blow in a flash of movement, the fused warrior not wanting to miss a chance to take advantage of his friends' power and the windows that they gave him, and just when it seemed as though he might be about to be forced back, a claw raising and swiping through the area where Soji had been only a moment earlier, there was a flash of blue light on the far side of the creature and then white, a jacket fluttering with the wind at a nigh-imperceptible speed. Behind the creature and a silver mask, thin lips slid into a smirk. Soji had got the drop on him!
"Megidolaon!" he bit the words and snapped them off like a rubber band, the power snapping into the back of the winged creature with enough force to send it toppling head-over-heels towards his teammates and within range of their physical attacks. Quickly twirling his staff following the magic, he slammed the butt end of it onto the top of the tower and a resounding 'ting' like metal striking rock rang throughout the green sky, a blue magic washing over each of the team members with a visible shine, imbuing them with a level of power that both refreshed and increased their abilities by a fairly significant number. Luster Candy was the spell, a support unlike any in his friends' current arsenal, it was enough to make quite a difference against even stronger enemies...this would be no exception. It couldn't afford to be. He was already recovering to continue the assault when the winged creature skidded and used its claws to grind to a halt in the very center of his three friends...just where he had wanted it. Now was the chance to strike, a chance to get the upper hand right from the beginning of the attack! Only...just when he had made to follow, the black and red-winged fiend was gone, like a flash of red from where it had been on the ground just a moment prior. ...And it was just a moment, a single instinct that he had to look up and behind his friends into the air and see that the creature was already back into the sky hovering as immobile and ominously as it had been prior, that hand he had stopped from raising before high above its head before swinging down through the empty air as though rending three vertical tears in a thin slice of paper.
He supposed it shouldn't have surprised him when three vertical cuts ripped down the front of all of their chests and tried to tear at their chests and stomachs, contact and blunt damage taken even where the bloody, ragged edges hadn't torn clear deep into the flesh. Still, blood had been drawn, and their bodies forced back by the impact...even Soji hadn't gotten away unscathed, his white jacket fluttering with vertical, red rips in the front as he kept his feet and regained his composure...only to feel a sudden and oncoming mass of power that dwarfed the last one in its sheer magnitude. Whatever this creature was had no intention of letting up, and its power flowed forth, bursting like a dam or some overstuffed pillow at the very seams. He could hear a voice inside of his mind whispering the name of this spell now, and he knew without a doubt that none of his friends, himself included, were going to be able to endure it without taking some significant trauma. 'Chaos Wave' the voice whispered, just as the force of some unknown power crashed into their bodies in a solid black wave, knocking them all to the floor and their backs, so fast that even Soji had to take a moment to roll across his side and recover to his feet. His wand was at the ready in no time, and now it seemed the creature was taking a moment to recoil...or perhaps reset for the next blow. He couldn't be sure that it wasn't even simply taunting them without words, but whatever it was intending didn't matter. Blow-for-blow, turn-by-turn, they had only to wear this thing out until it met its breaking point. It might have been strong, but their will was stronger.
His power surged and he glanced at his allies to see how they were doing. This was only the first round of a long fight...and the loser would be the one amongst the two of them that blinked first. No matter what, it wasn't going to be him.
'No matter what...'Quote: Luster Candy - Increase all stats for Allies (3 turns)!
Megidolaon - Very High Almighty Damage (Target: Nyarlathotep)!
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Analyze - [Results inconclusive]
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Attack All - Phys. Attack Damage (All)
Chaos Wave - Severe ??? Damage, Lower Defense (All)
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 12:25 am
"I defies yo' expectations, BOYEEE! You hear that, Arena!? You hear that, Ryo? Heeell yeaaaaahh!" Zeo shouted to no one in particular as he rushed up the steps, around Rise who was still doing her thing, and up to the group just as Nyarlathotep was doing his thing and hitting them back. "You think I'm going to stay behind just to meet expectations andbecauseIsaidsoinmypreviouspost? Heeeelll nawwww! Super Special Metallic Falcon Ppppwwwwnncchhh!" Zeo shouted, totally breaking the fourth wall even though that was Deadpool's shtick. Steam was rolling from parts of his body that didn't need naming, already activating his Pimp Mode as the android leaped in the air, fist flying with flames all around him as his burning spirit built itself up, before delivering a powerful pwwwwnnchh to his opponent's spiky...three bulb having...face, thing. He'd seen what just hit the other a minute ago, and that meant that he knew just what a big baddy this guy was, so he was going to go all out to help his bros, even if that meant that for a change he was putting them before hos, which for the record there were none of around here because all of these ladies were DEAD SEXY! Ya hear that, Gay-la-thep? Damn. SEXY!!! And if anything could give Zeo power to punch out Nyar-lame-thotep, it was having the backing of a hottie like Rise, and his g/f on the previous floor Amelia who was supporting him with all her heart! "That one was for my fallen brothers! n' stuff! Chyaaaaahhh! Like I ever conformed to that whole '4 people in a party' thing anyways! Huh? Punk!? Yeah I called you a punk, Nyan Cat! Cause that's what you ARE!" Zeo shouted, apparently comparing the power that had emerged from Simon with a poptart body having, rainbow pooping, meme cat...Quote: Zeo totally ditched the Rear Guard to take on that damn Nyarlomathingy! Pimp Mode(Persona Online): Activates his Anti-Shadow form, boosting all stats! Auto-TarukajaAuto-RakukajaReason of Yosuga: Increases Physical attack! Super Special Metallic Hand: Physical attacks become Almighty for 1 turn. Jaungreipir, the Iron Gauntlets of Thor: Constant Power Charge! Red Power Ring: Ups my stats whatever Rednal got, and toootally covers my fist in FALCON PPWWWWNNCCHH flames.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 12:57 am
Minori Koroko Green orbs shifted away from the team that moved on ahead, wishing them luck inwardly, before turning to the challenge that awaited them down here. Both Messengers and Messiahs were here, both groups clashing against the I. Team, and even between themselves. It would be a complete chaos…but, hopefully, distracting enough for Soji and his group to go and finish whatever waited for them up there. They had their backs, and there was no way she would let him down. Lightning crashed all around them as Raiden fought against the Vamp; several spells flew around in every direction (along with a bridge that appeared out of nowhere)…everyone was already choosing opponents, others deciding to attack a whole group. It was just the beginning, but she could already see this wouldn’t be easy. Strong enemies they were fighting…but beside that, there was something completely different bothering the blond. She knew that…Kazuma would be there as well, and like before, confronting him this time wouldn’t be any easier than the lasts. She pursed her lips, brushing the thoughts away and readying the naginata in a defensive stance in front of her. Thinking about it wouldn’t do any good…and she had made her choice already. Fighting off the ones down here, giving the silverette enough time.
Green orbs had locked on the brown haired Messiah as a cloud formed over him. That…didn’t look like a normal spell, and it wasn’t until he mentioned her brother’s name that she understood what was going on. As another spell exploded at the corner of her eye, she had to shift to look at the cloaked figure, noticing how fast he had waved away the Messiah’s second in command; she hadn’t been quick enough though to see the oncoming spell as it crashed their way with a terrible force. “Ngh!” The blond caught her breath as the mixed elements made their damage, standing up straight after the attack. She panted slightly, catching her breath before regaining her stance, fingertips brushing over the necklace given to her earlier that night. A cloak covered her clothes, a hat (one maybe resembling one of a sorceress) appearing on top of her head. It was...surprising, to say the least, but...those thoughts she would leave for another time. Wasting no time, she slashed at the blue card, sending out a light attack to all the enemies.
Quote: - Nirvana: Medium light damage to all enemies - Brisingamen-Magic Point Armor: Greatly increases magic power.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 2:15 am
 I QUAKE TAKING UP SPACE I BREAK ( My Heart is Awfully Tired )format form y x p r a y e r s x h a v e x v a n i s h e d x E v e r y t h i n g ' s x b r o k e n x i n x v a i n x H e r e x m y x S T O R Y x e n d s.. THIS IS THE FARTHEST END DOKIDOKI steak !I OWE THIS TO C.S I am Lost..and Lost all...Sombody embrace me now...Please embrace me now.. From the tower stood Kazuma with a burning cigarette already in his mouth as he witness the investigative team entering in, this was a high shock for them to finally take up the initiative once more to enter the lion’s den, Kazuma could just stare on as the smoke escaped from his mouth. They were biting off more than what they could chew this time, did they honestly believed that they could just waltz on into this place without a fight? Of course they did, they were always up for a fight; otherwise they wouldn’t be in Tartarus in the first place. It was oddly funny at how much of a bold step this was, but Kazuma didn’t seem to be in no laughing mood. His good eye was glaring down towards each and every member. They came here to stop what would be a revolutionary achievement for the world, and it was for this very fact that made Kazuma’s blood rise to a heating boil. The I.team would think that they could stop them, they already defeated Hetero, but this was a whole new kind of environment. This wasn’t the DDW, they were in the Tower of Demise, the shadows founding home. He could already feel it, the power growing, ready to be put to use in destroying these pests that tried to infest their home.
He couldn’t hold it any longer; it was time to fight the I.team one final time. Kazuma, with his golden armor and Rider Grips, was ready for the battle; his partner Teros was more than ready, and Yosuke was more than willing to start off the first strike with a blast of wind from the magarudyne spell. Of course with it Teros was knocked back, but Kazuma was still standing and enduring the attack. His resistance to the wind was strong enough to have him held his ground. All this attack could do was fully enraging the Black Knight. Black flames covered his body and then dispersed revealing himself now in his shadow form. What was now different about this form was that his armor body had a sickish golden tint; showing that the golden armor had merged with the shadow form upon the transformation.
He dashed forward, along with his partner, to the final battle with the I.teamers. He could feel it, the rage inside him growing, the anticipation for the blood to shed all around them. This was going to be the Investigative Team’s final stand, and Kazuma will make sure that they will fall only then will nothing stand in the way of Kazuma’s dreams. As Teros was now recovering from the ineffective attack from Zeo the start of the fusion was already being form. “Hissatsu…” he muttered knowing full well at what he must do. Just before he could there were more people hindering the tower. The fallen Messengers from a past that Kazuma blocked from his mind, they had the nerves of setting foot in the tower. Raiden along with new recruits decided to cause hell for not only the I.team, but to the Messiahs as well. This was proven as a vicious fusion of electricity and ice started to create a storm that crashed down on Kazuma. Electricity sparked around shocking the Black Knight along with the brewing cold halting his movements. The golden parts of his armor shined to take on this Fusion force with a all its might. This was not going to stop him, no matter how much the pain, there would be absolutely nothing that would stop Kazuma from fighting. With his wings spread wide he took flight up above to get the icy area that Teros had made.
With hands spread from side to side Kazuma unleashed a Maziodyne to mix with the ice. Dark clouds began to gather above the messengers and Iteams, a blizzard along with thunder soon followed. “Hissatsu…Fusion Version!” And with great fury and force a large bolt of blue lightning crashed down to the floor. The impact was highly explosive, the ground started to freeze and heavy spikes of dead frozen ice, and ice shards sharp to the tip and filled with electricity scattered everywhere; this meant for only one purpose; to mow down every last thing that stand in it’s way.
Quote: FUSION GATTAI: CRYTAL THUNDERSTORM (All) Rider Grips- Phsyical Nuclear Damage, Increase Physical attack/Defense Golden Armor of Heimdall: Reduces Physical Damage, Fusion Raid, Nuclear. Increase Physical attack. Enviroment: The Tower of Demise, the shadow grows stronger.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 3:24 am
Leon Mori
Leon stood ready for Teros and Kazuma's attack as he heard a voice in his head...
"In the eyes of some, you and I are heroes."
Leon knew that voice. His persona, his other-self, Gilgamesh.
"In the eyes of some, you and I are devils."
Power was starting to flow through his body like a river, his arms and legs starting to tingle lightly. "Yes..." Leon said softly to himself.
"It's time for the hero and the demon to become one."
"Yes!" Leon said much louder than before.
His arms and legs became enveloped in a blue light, that once cleared, left Leon's limbs with the look of a demon.
"Now is the time!" Using his transformed limbs, he covered his body as well as he could, given the incredibly short time to respond.
Leon let out a light yell, as a small electrical Icicle pierced the side of his torso.
He reached down and pulled it out, throwing it to the side, he stood with his blade and lunged for Teros, along with The Grey Fox, was aiming to slice down his chest. Quote: Skill: Demon within: Drastic physical strength and defence boost for 3 posts, with a 2 post cooldown.
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