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 Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:18 am
 Rednal Ak'ThiasInvestigation Team Special Technique: Death of a Thousand Papercuts. It spoke wonders for just how strong Hetero was that he could manage to shrug off so many blows of such power, which led logically to the fatalistic view that you just had to keep hitting him. The Matarukaja certainly wasn't going to help in that regard, not with the aid it gave to Rednal's already-amplified nuclear skills, and the Nova Cyther was hurled across the room, its raging nuclear fury targeted on exactly one man. In the meantime, Rednal couldn't quite keep on his feet, and he'd only survived at all because of Faust's earlier Mediarama. He definitely wasn't going to be able to withstand another one of those... and in the midst of the pain, and the worry, and the fear, something whispered in his mind. A story that the Investiation Team had told him about everything that had happened before... hadn't... hadn't somebody tried to do this to Soji once before? Strike down all of his allies and try to induce despair? He hadn't been there himself, and so much had happened since then... what was it that had gone on!?
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:40 am
Faustus Necromonium And Kusuri Keiraku
No.... Faust thought as Rise was struck down by Hetero's blade.
He...He didn't like which direction this was going.
Gritting his teeth, he broke his card as the Angelic figure cast a Debilitate on the Leader of the Black Messengers, for all it was worth.
He held his Chakram out, as he watched the other, feeling the Megidoloan hit him like a ton of bricks.
Not a pleasant feeling.
A primal growl seemed to escape Kusuri as she was knocked against the wall by the Megidoloan, having watched the only one on the team that couldn't fight be struck down.
She raised her axe and started towards Hetero along with Teddie, breaking her card and commanding up a Tempest Slash. Amped by her Power Charge and Heat Riser-esque ability.
She was going to try to hit him as hard as she could, in a sort of revenge. Though with a monster like that as your enemy, it was almost assured it wouldn't be enough.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:54 am
 Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader versus Hetero, the Despondent One Everything was playing like a slow, black and white movie reel; Hetero's words echoed in the ears of the silver-haired Senior recovering painfully from the vicious Almighty assault that had smashed into he and his teammates...a little reminder of the power that he held, that ability to take life at a whim. However if the intended effect was a reminder it was pointless, as evidence of his terrifying power played over and over in Soji's mind, that curved, thick blade sticking into the abdomen of Rise Kujikawa, the red blood trickling from the end of it onto the floor of the dungeon. Over and over and over he saw her fall again and again, and the expression on his face twisted in barely-concealed agony and despair, something entirely foreign on the usually-handsome, usually-controlled visage than what they knew and expected of their Leader. Vaguely he remembered once before watching his friends being taken from him, a black power which swarmed them and simply took them from him, but that was nothing like watching the scene that Hetero had shown him, seeing the blade in her flesh, standing so close as she crumpled and the life slipped out of her eyes. Izanami's wrath barely held a candle to this, and he could practically feel her spirit stirring inside of him with a surprising amount of sympathy. But if it was meant to comfort him he could not feel it. What had begun as a desperate, determined fight was shaping up to become a blood war; it was with very little thought towards strategy that he unleashed a blue Megidolaon and charged again, this time taking a varied angle in order to gain a window to strike at his foe. He had caught the Despondent One off-guard with his initial use of two weapons instead of one, and if he could use that stylistic advantage against him effectively, there was a chance he could score some hits that Hetero wouldn't see coming. He only had to connect once, just one good time and he could cripple the b*****d, bring him down to the level of he and his teammates. And yet even with the power of their bonds feeding into his rage and his determination, just one look into the green-eyed b*****d's empty gaze was enough to make him wonder...'We won't lose,' he thought, his mind barely forming complete ideas amidst his anger as his blue spell connected with his enemy, barely moving the head enough to distract him before he approached in a dash, right hand bringing his sword down in a smooth diagonal arc towards the neck while his left followed with an upward thrust towards the bottom portion of the jaw. If Hetero didn't want to dodge or move his head that was fine...a stationary target was always easier to strike in the first place. 'I've got to...,' his teeth chattered with a visceral impact as his first strike clanged off the long shaft of the Messenger's scythe, and as his second weapon jabbed upward and missed a head that smoothed over to the left out of the way his mind screamed, 'I've got to...save Rise!!!' Hetero responded with another short jab to his jaw from the blunt end of his scythe, another silent taunt that he wasn't even using the sharp end to thwart him now...though by the long, thin gash upon his chest he already knew that he could be caught by it whenever Hetero wanted. It was maddening, enough that Soji pulled back his second sword and slashed down with renewed rage at Hetero's chest only to have the strike parried, and it wasn't until an abrupt x-pattern downward slash before the Black Messenger could reset his weapon that he made contact with Hetero's body, trailing a pair of perpendicular gashes down the chest of his enemy that left his jacket hanging open, bear, pale chest beneath visible for all to see. There was a black trail which leaked from the slits Soji's swords had left behind, but it wasn't much, and Hetero didn't remained unmoved even in the face of something which should have inflicted pain. His lips curled slightly downward, and Soji's clouded eyes widened as Hetero's fist became encased in Dark Energy...energy which he thrust forth in an open palm to the chest of his rival that practically split him in two...or at the very least, sent him stumbling backwards in tremendous pain, his health at least halved by Hell's Judgment.
He wasn't called the Despondent One because he was particularly vengeful, or because he took great pleasure in the way that he dismantled the foes which crossed his path. Hetero was the Despondent One because of his cold efficiency, the ruthless and methodical manner in which he broke down enemies and destroyed them both inside and out, his eyes always filled with that empty, heartless gaze of his. Some might have thought that it was cruelty that filled his green eyes, others a sort of hidden malice, which might not have been entirely untrue in its own fashion, but it was the observation of the one who had endowed him with his powers that the only thing he could see within that blank expression was...despair. Or, despondency...however you looked at it. But could anyone who stared into his lifeless soul and witnessed the tormented spirits trapped within his monstrosity of a humanoid form truly believe that there was a human enough thread left inside of him that could feel despair? With blood dripping from his scythe until it touched his cheek, that effortless way with which he took life, could it even be possible to feel a sort of pity for such a being? Whatever story the look in his eyes told, they were focused on his target as Soji stumbled backwards, long fingers twining with the dark, blood-stained fabric of his tattered jacket and shirt just over his heart and the wound he had been given. They clutched at it and tugged it away from his chest as if to give himself more room to breathe, but no matter how much more he tugged he couldn't regain the life that Hetero had just stolen from him. And it made no difference...because soon, there would be no life left inside of him at all. The same went for the mice scurrying about him now, their weapons at the ready to make their own play against the leader of the Black Messengers. Oh no, he hadn't forgotten them...he had made a promise to the silverette to steal them all away from him, and as he often said, those with power had no need for lies. The first attacks which struck him were the lightning from the spoiled brat and the heavy fist crushing down on him from the would-be martial artist, but as each strike landed, packed with all the power that his foes could muster, they again appeared nearly-inert against him. The second round of attacks was much less challenging...Teddie and Minori slashed at his body only for both to be rejected by the smooth sweep of his reaper's scythe, an effortless, nigh-invisible stroke which nipped both their right shoulders, intentionally missing anything vital but perfectly nicking the important bits that would make using those annoying little weapons of theirs that much more difficult. And the force of the swing was enough to knock both of them back a good distance, tumbling to the floor of the Data Dungeon World Throne where Hetero regarded them with as much significance as a fly beneath a booted foot. They were nothing to him...specks of dust to brush away from his shoulder and then crush for their insignificance...their only use was as torture for their leader, who was slowly regaining his energy across from where he stood. Opening his mouth to speak again, Hetero lorded over them like the Lord of Hell, and they were his subjugated souls...only it was then that Zeo made his grand entrance and planted his fist directly upon the lips of the Despondent One, his momentum stopped cold by the body of the Leader of the Black Messengers in a moment that lasted just long enough it might have been a freeze-frame. And then it was there...a tiny trickle of black-red blood from the corner of his lips, even as his body remained unmoving and his face simply seemed to reject Zeo's strange but usually-devastating punch...Hetero's scythe's hilt jabbed itself into the android's stomach a moment later, bending him over just enough to put his face in the perfect position. One smooth backhand later and Zeo was on the ground several meters from the center of the room and to the side of the Black King. It was then that the rest of the assault washed over him like the ebb and flow of the ocean tides...Leon's slash struck against his chest with the thinnest of visible responses, Rednal's nuclear spell hit and seemed to burn around him for a moment before clearing away, and even as Faust's Debilitate bore down upon him, Kusuri's Tempest Slash did its best to dent his armor-like skin only to see both she and Leon caught within a dangerous range...because Hetero's scythe was pulling back into that position it had only a few moments earlier, that same black aura surrounding it. His lips curled into the smallest of smiles as Soji recovered just in time to realize what was coming.
"Akeldama"
His movement was nigh-imperceptible, a flash of black as he appeared behind more of the Senior's allies. Curved blades arced through the air like a bolt stricken down by the God of Olympus and stole away from Hetero's enemy more of the people who were precious to him. Red blood completely coated the blade of the Empty Heart; green eyes watched with lifeless joy as bodies slumped down towards the floor and the life slipped from their eyes, the blood seeping out of their opened veins. This time it was her...the one person in the room to him that might have been just as precious as the red-haired girl who was taken from him the first time. Again, like slow motion she fell and his clouded eyes saw...blood pouring out of her, the blade piercing through her, the life sinking out of her eyes as Hetero sneered that killer's sneer behind her...a flash of onyx hair trailed behind the crumpled form and a different shade of red soaked her sweater. Her red hairband slipped from her head and settled into a slowly-growing pool of blood. Again twin swords passed through the area where the orange-haired monster had stricken down an ally, the fallen form of a woman that he loved, and again Soji turned with desperate speed towards the retreat that Hetero had taken to his original point, blood practically spilling over his pristine white clothing as he continued to stare down his enemy with that killer's gaze. He wanted to scream...he wanted to cry out...but more than anything Soji Seta found that the only satisfaction he could imagine receiving anymore was in the familiar feeling of steel blades ripping through warm flesh, the black blood of his enemy...Hetero the Despondent...trickling down the sword onto the pale skin of his lithe fingers to let him know that he had won. "Hetero..." he spoke in such a low, solemn voice that it was almost impossible to tell that it was his...his words shook, repressed rage boiling to the surface like a dam getting ready to burst with all the water gushing and straining, cracking the foundation a little more, and a little more. Clouded eyes strained with rage and what bordered on hate, his determination beginning to become something much more dangerous, much more unsettling...his hands clenched so hard that crescent-moon indents in his palms leaked little trails of whatever blood hadn't spilled out of him yet, and even as his vision swam a blue card appeared floating in front of him, a wobbling arm raising to crush the damned thing so tightly that it was a wonder his persona didn't leap out of the thing 100 miles per-hour and crash head-first into their enemy straight away. Blue energy washed over Soji, charging him with a power that he shouldn't even be capable of at this point, but flipping his swords around into a reverse-grip, it was obvious that he wasn't finished...and even if his last breath expired he intended to still be standing there, returning fire against an enemy that needed to die. "I...won't lose!" he grit his teeth and an incredibly powerful Megidolaon smashed into the imposing form of his enemy, a small cloud of smoke quickly dissipating to reveal several scuffs upon the body of Hetero, tears in his clothes, but no visible response from the abomination otherwise...but before he had time to even blink the Senior was already forcing his card back into the air, his energy be damned, preparing for the next move, "We...won't...lose!"
From the head of the dungeon his enemy gave no visible response, lowering his scythe back into that ominous position again...blue energy gathering in the palm of his front hand as he also got himself ready for another round with his rival. "You're already dead," Hetero answered coldly, black energy gathering around the scythe blade slowly. There was despair in his eyes as the two met, but it was cold, unstirred...Soji's despair was white hot, a violent anger that juxtaposed against Hetero's frigid cruelty...and for a moment, if you looked at the two expressions you would have seen something incredibly terrifying in both of them...a strong sense of fear at two titanic forces coming to bear against one another...and pity. "Your every move makes Him stronger..." the Despondent One continued in his hollow voice, echoing throughout the dungeon with an unforgiving tone filled with purpose, "ignorance like yours deserves worse than death. And I'm going to give it to you. Quote: Akeldama (Fields of Blood) - Pierce/Null Resistance, KO 1-3 enemies and remove from battle.
Hell's Judgment - 50% HP Damage (Single Target - Soji)
Yukiko has been defeated and removed from battle (Samarecarm will have no effect on victims of Akeldama).
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 3:09 pm
Dan Sekohara  The white haired hero pulled himself out of the crater in a wall he had been flung against when Hetero struck him with an ungodly force. Before he was fired across the room however he saw the fall of the cute red headed support specialist. Dan's mind was empty of thought...a mixture of anger and fear replacing the contents of that chaotic mind. What kind of monster... He didn't even finish the thought. There was no point in asking the question. In truth the answer didn't matter either... this kind of monster needed to be slain no matter the cost. He could feel the hero's energy pooling up into his weapon as the almighty heat raged inside him. "No compromise..." He said to himself as the weapon was filled with his heroic fervor. Then he was gone, his legs pushed him as fast as they could towards Hetero his hammer held high burning with the power Soji had given him. "Not even in the face of Armageddon!" He proclaimed striking at the torso of the despondent one. It didn't matter if he fell here... it didn't matter if he died here... The hero would put everything even his life on the line to kill this creature of pure evil. He was willing to trade it all for peace...
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:27 pm
Faustus Necromonium And Kusuri Keiraku
No....Not again... Faust thought, as another figure was taken by the blow.
"Yu....Yukiko.." Faust called, before jumping closer to Hetero, glowing brightly.
Though he knew it wouldn't be much, he had to give it a shot. And as he inched closer to Hetero, got closer to the menace with a Scythe that tourmented their Leader so, he stopped, raising his Chakram around his body.
"Shining Bind.." he called as the Almighty Blast of Energy erupted from around him to come down on the green eyed devil in front of him.
If he could just get Souji his chance....
Kusuri herself snarled louder as the Despondent one struck at another, with a grin.
"You b*****d!!!" She called as she called...no, demanded her Persona to come back, this time firing off several fireballs around the Despondent one to attempt to do some more damage.
She had to stop him. She had to make him Pay.
Her own eyes showed their own level of aggression, though hers wasn't quite as meanacing as the two big shots in the room, it was quite meanacing in it's own right. Her blood boiling to a fever point under her skin. She had to...She had to try at least.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:28 pm
 Chie SatonakaIt all happened to fast, too quick before Chie's brown eyes. But when beautiful red and black fell with with a crimson goo leaking out of the horrid wound made by the merciless Hetero, all was like a moment in slow motion. All was silent. Seeing her best friend fall, crumble and just... Chie's heart was torn apart as she watched the painful scene of Yukiko falling victim of the scythe, her whole world just falling apart. It was at this point, Chie couldn't hear anything, she couldn't even tell if she was screaming out Yuiko's name or just screaming out in sheer despair and terror when the heiress made a sickening thud to the dark floor. All the martial artist knew was that she was running by her side with stinging eyes and weak hands holding onto her, her ears still deaf, but everyone else can hear the screaming, the cries, the weeping from Chie Satonaka. "NO! NO! NO!!!" The tears joined the scarlet in her arms, her skirt, legs and sweater now starting to pick up on the color as she tried to hold Yukiko as if hugging her was going to transfer her own life's energy into the fallen friend. But no, that wasn't the case. The pink on Yukiko's cheeks were fading, Chie helplessly weeping when she saw the life just fading before her very eyes. The girl lowered her head. "You're not going to die! You're not! You're not going to die!!" she cried out in hysteria, tears and snot just wetting her face as raw grief and the shattering of a heart tore her apart. She won't be able to see her smile, hear those continuous snrks of hers.... No.. The martial artist opened her red eyes. That's right... she won't be able to. She won't be able to relive the good times with Yukiko Amagi... If she just sits here and do nothing about it. And after a moment, a shaky head turned towards Hetero's direction, fear no longer hinted in those watery eyes, instead filled with nothing but a merciless fire. A determination ever growing, wild and uncontrollable. Much like Soji's all seeing red, so did Chie at this point. Laying Yukiko back down with a great gentleness despite her current state, Chie glared a seething hatred towards the blank eyed villain. Her knuckles were white, her nails digging deeper and deeper into her skin yet her mind was too fogged to take notice of the pain she was giving herself. It was nothing compared to what he just did! No!! He'll pay for this!! She won't let him get away with hurting her!! And with her card crushed into her hand, Chie yelled out yet another attack towards him. "God's Hand!!" She didn't care if it was futile, she didn't care if the last one didn't phase him. One way or another they will bring him down!
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Fashionable Businesswoman
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:40 pm
Rednal Ak'Thias"Maybe that just means you're narrow-minded, if this kind of stupid answer is all you can come up with!" Rednal said as Yidhra flung one last Nova Cyther at Hetero. Aaaaaand... I'm out. Rednal thought vaguely. He had a few bits of energy left, but not enough for another one of those attacks; the Nova Cyther ate up considerably more energy than any of his other magic, and as he'd just evolved his Persona, the difference was brutally obvious. With a little more time, he could have charged up before even entering, but he hadn't been at full-strength to start with... and fighting Dev had sucked away a pretty good chunk of power. Sometimes, you just got so afraid that you either had to go insane (and Yidhra seemed to approve of that route, weirdly enough... awkward...) or you pushed through it because that was the only way to stay sane. It wasn't quite apparent which route Rednal was going down yet... instinct suggested pushing through, but maybe a little temporary insanity would actually be better in the long run. Decisions, decisions...
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:48 pm
 ☛ - N A O T O x S H I R O G A N E ⊰ !THATI'VEBEENTAKING
It was the flash of red that caught Naoto's attention. She turned her head only to be greeted by the sight of the red-haired idol falling painted with her own blood. The detective's eyes widened with shock and pain. Next to Souji, Rise was probably one of her closer friends in the group. To lose that bond... to lose Rise... was unbelievable. Naoto blinked, trying to not let her vision get blurry and returned her attention to Hetero with cold hatred. It was undeniable - Naoto wanted only for him to perish for his wrongs.
She was thrown off her feet by the Megidolaon, noticing how much difference there was between hers and his. She slowly got back to her feet, her head feeling light and dizzy from hitting the cruel ground with it's heavy thud. She regained herself and prepared for another attack when another scene unfolded - the death of Yukiko. Naoto watch with horror as another friend was lost. She clenched her teeth and glared sharply at the man. "You monster!" she cursed under her breath, quivering with anger and fear and sadness. The petite detective gripped tightly on her pistol and didn't even bother summoning Yamato-Takeru - instead, she pointed her gun and shot at Hetero, sending him a barrage of bullets.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:55 pm
Leon Mori
Hetero had done it again, Taking just a moment to look back, to see Chie screaming, and a blood covered Yukiko lying lifeless in her arms.
"Y... Yukiko..." These sights was more than enough, more than anything Leon had ever wanted to see... He resisted the reflex to run to her side, something had stopped him.
The emotions circling around in his head... No... His heart. "UHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Leon let out a fearsome cry, his eyes burning with determination, the red glow from his blade turning into a fiery aura, his left hand shining with a brilliant white glow.
He charged in at Hetero again, holding his glowing hand over his heart.
Exploding in a pillar of almighty energy, Leon cried out, "BLAST HEART!!!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:12 pm
Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader versus Hetero, the Despondent OneIt was generous to say that the battle was anything but one-sided at this point; Soji himself had taken more damage than it should have been possible to endure and he had yet to receive the wrong end of Hetero's devastating one-hit maneuver. But that didn't mean he wasn't feeling the pain...rather, more acutely than any blade to his stomach had ever cut him, his heart ached at the sight of Rise Kujikawa and Yukiko Amagi splayed out lifelessly on the bloodied floor of the Data Dungeon World Floor. His nightmares couldn't have concocted a more breathtakingly evil eventuality, and his rationality seemed to be fading as his thoughts degraded into little more than varying attack patterns distracted by the flashing images of lovely faces and the way their life seemed to drain out of them all at once. He could see it all clearly inside of his mind, but only in flashes, a myriad of photographs juxtaposed against one another. He would approach from the left (pale cheeks that should have been red) to prevent Hetero from getting a full swing of his scythe (beautiful red hair that was stained a few shades too dark), then with the speed slower he could avoid the scythe under the blade (gray eyes that should have been black), cut the back of his leg to stun him (a red hairband that had no business sitting upon anything that wasn't soft, thin strands of onyx hair), then finish by dragging both blades across his chest and watching the black and red slip from the wounds like the falls of Niagara (Yukiko Amagi and Rise Kujikawa dying, Yukiko and Rise are dying, Yukiko, Rise, dead, dead, dead...no matter how the words fit together it just couldn't be real, couldn't be possible, it just...his heart seized up inside of his chest and squeezed violently, retching and rejecting the very notion that it was possible). He could see it all so clearly. Hetero had drawn back into his ready stance again, and Soji had no intention of allowing him to make that move; feet pounded against the floor of the dungeon in a cacophonous racket, harder and faster than he knew he could manage, and by the time he reached his orange-haired foe the scythe blade had begun to fall exactly as he predicted...it was with great skill that he dove and rolled under Hetero's weapon, coming up behind him and turning swiftly, performing his self-appointed task with ruthless efficiency. His twin blades cut at the back of the Despondent One's legs expertly, before standing to his full height and swinging both of his one-handed blades back across the chest of his enemy, and this time he was sure that he had felt the Black Messenger's body taste the sting of his weapons, saw the black blood which touched his weapons as he took a step back and retreated to a distance after his attack. There were no taunts to be made, no words to be spoken in the wake of what appeared to be a successful assault. He was still far too gone to be thinking of such things, suffering too much pain and anger to degrade his foe in the same way that he had been degraded. Whipping the liquid off the edge of his swords, he appeared ready to move back in and deliver a much more final attack to his fallen enemy, only...when he looked again at Hetero, whom he had wounded only a moment earlier...the villain wasn't reeling from his strike. He wasn't crumbling, crying out, or even clutching at the shallow (shallow?!) wound that had split the hard skin of his chest and let a little of his black blood spill. He was wounded, but hardly shaken, with all the scuffs, burns, and small wounds piling upon his body still only making it look as though he had been in more of a back-alley scrap than a life-or-death struggle. Perhaps he was breathing slightly heavier, his lips curled into a little deeper frown, but those green eyes were still very much alive, and they were staring right back into those of the Senior with that cold defiance and confidence that could shake them to the core. And before the Senior knew it, a horizontal slash ripped through his shirt and jacket, carving a perfect cross into his body along with the horizontal wound he had been given before. Stumbling back, Soji watched as Hetero slid back into that stance which promised pain...which promised death...but struggle as he could against his pain and exhaustion and those wounds which just wouldn't heal, it wasn't going to be soon enough...
"Is this the best 'humanity's savior' can do?" his empty voice asked, obviously unimpressed (and perhaps, just a little disenchanted) with the boy who had defeated a goddess and who had been 'chosen' by his friends and the fates as the one who was destined to oppose him here. For all his reason and supposed strength, it wasn't enough to even bring the villain lower than his readied stance. His 'power of friendship' was nothing more than a farce, as both he and his friends were equally deluded, impotent when set against an enemy who wielded what he considered to be real strength. They had walked into the lion's den and dared to arouse the beast within without even an inkling of the mistake that they had been making in the process. And Hetero was much more of a monster than any lion; he was a beast, a green-eyed dragon laying in wait for those who were silly enough to test his fire. Simply killing them wouldn't be enough now to begin to slake his thirst to extract from them every last ounce of their hope, every last ounce of pain which they would pay for their sins against his kingdom. And then, only then, when he was finished picking them apart and slaughtering them one-by-one, and when he had finally seen every last spark of that accursed spirit inside of the silver-haired brat snuffed out between his almighty fingers he would take from unworthy foe the only thing left that he would have to lose...his wretched life. He was so very focused, so intent on making his world a reality, and as his enemies came swarming upon him again he felt as troubled as he might have been by a sky dense with the buzzing of flies. Dan's Hammer again crushed into his stomach, but only one foot slid back a half-step and his body barely even moved at the force of Dan's most powerful strike. Taking hold of the hammer just below the head with his free hand, he cast weapon and wielder into the wall to his right with a simple motion of his arm...strength that should have been impossible for anyone or anything which dared call itself human. Faust's Shining Bind came next, followed by fire erupting from that nuisance of a berserk woman beside him. They crashed into his body and the smoke rolled from his form, but neither ability was enough to break him from his ready-stance despite the small burns and scuffs which resulted from the powerful attacks. His clothes were becoming increasingly ragged, and though it was feasible that he might have been able to fix them within the confines of his own dungeon he hadn't done that yet, perhaps too focused on the task at hand to make sure he remained 'dressed for the occasion'. "You struggle so very hard," the Despondent One seemed to taunt as the attacks continued to come in around him...Chie's God's Hand crashed down upon him and though his head seemed to snap back for a moment, blood dripping a little more freshly from the corner of his lips, he again held his ground some Hellacious giant and Rednal's last nuclear spell had exactly the same effect as the last ones, washing over him with its radioactive burn before dissipating, the damage hardly visible at best, "if I had a heart, it might be breaking." Black energy now swirled about him, making it impossible to see if Naoto's bullets had even reached his body...and after Leon's explosion his body was sent reeling backward with a fresh new gash from his right shoulder to his left hip, shallow enough not to be deadly but deep enough he would feel the pain...his Black Heart was strong, but whether or not it had reached the heart of the Black King was another question. But it was too late now to expect an answer...his green eyes glowed within the darkness and then...
"Akeldama"
Soji's recovery came a moment too late, his x-patterned slash passed through air yet again as Hetero disappeared in a flash of black, reappearing behind his allies in an instant with his glowing, curved blade already in motion. Turning with wide eyes and fingers extended, reaching out to warn the next target, all he could see was a flash of blond and a long, thin weapon clattering to the ground...and then red, liquid crimson splattering upon the floor of the dungeon and dripping from the end of a wide blade which pierced his target's body. He found her green eyes just as the light was extinguished, her already-pale skin becoming less pink and more gray, and as her body followed her weapon to the ground her choked breath elicited a soundless, voiceless pain inside his chest...and from somewhere deep inside of his chest there was a sudden eruption of her name. "MINORI...!" his response was too late, and her body was already staining Hetero's throne room floor by the time he had stumbled over to her, this time with her attacker lingering a moment longer over the girl's body to admire his work. Bringing his twin weapons in two separate arcs towards Hetero, he fought with renewed fury, pushing his enemy back away from the victim as he continued forward...but even as their duel continued, evidence of another casualty had appeared in a different area entirely. Soji hadn't seen it, but Minori hadn't been the first to fall from that attack this time...and on the far side of the room, where she had been casting a spell alongside her green-haired boyfriend, a violet-haired girl slumped lifelessly to the floor of the dungeon with the life drained completely from her uncovered eye. It would take Faust but a moment to notice that Kusuri had fallen...perhaps he had seen the crimson-coated blade pierce through her before he had moved on to the blond...but it was a weight that slammed down upon his shoulders (and that of his teammates) like the world, reality itself, driving them into the dirt below. Her white shirt stained red...her violet hair splayed across the ground as another of Hetero's victims succumbed to his terrible strength...and by the time it all sank in, they would see their silver-haired leader engaged in a series of smooth slashes and whirlwind-like movement, pressing back their enemy towards the gate of the Throne Room, giving no room for escape...forcing him into a corner until there was nowhere left to run. Each slash came paired with an inhuman grunt, a bestial cry as Soji forced every last breath, every last bit of energy he could out of his body and into each of his strikes desperate and determined that if just one of them could hit, it would be the one that finished him. And yet, just as the door seemed to be creeping up on the back of Hetero the Black Messenger froze, taking the slash of Raiden's Sword of Loathing plainly upon his left shoulder...and though the weapon dug into his iron skin and drew his black blood to seep from his body, Hetero did not flinch...he did not feel himself pressed back any further. His green eyes turned down onto his foe with a finality written plainly inside of them; it was a silent promise, an ominous, black pledge...this was The End...and the fist which slammed into Soji's gut a moment later, Hell's Judgment cutting his vitality in half for a second time in as many minutes and tossing him a fair distance back and down to his knees came as a great pain, but no surprise. He gasped for air, blood dripping from his lips as he dropped one sword, bloody hand coming to grip at his chest through the tattered fabric and the cuts and the wounds to try and force air back into his lungs, energy back into his body. And from the far side of the room his enemy watched and let his despair spread out across the room...seeping into every pore and every crevice of his enemies so that they knew, with all finality, that their meaningless lives were about to meet their end.
Hetero lifted his scythe and set it upon his back, the large weapon settling there as though magnetically linked to the center between his shoulder blades. He no longer needed that tool to finish this fight...and as he raised his hands on either side of him, voices...cries like ominous wails erupted from the walls of the Data Dungeon World...and the shadows themselves began to seep out of the walls, the floor, even the ceiling, dripping over him and gathering around him in a mass at his feet. His body shimmered a terrible obsidian, and the shadows themselves began to glow...
"This is where our battle ends. Look upon my power...and know that all your life was for nothing...but this moment...when I take everything from you..."
Quote: Akeldama (Fields of Blood) - Pierce/Null Resistance, KO 1-3 enemies and remove from battle.
Hell's Judgment - 50% HP Damage (Single Target - Soji)
Kusuri and Minori have been defeated and removed from battle (Samarecarm will have no effect on victims of Akeldama
Hetero is charging for something...).
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:14 pm
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Teros shook his head as he looked down at the collapsed form of Yoshizo, clicking his tongue on disappointment. Well it had been a good fight, but the victor had been decided, and even as Teros started to pour Diaramas over himself he reached down with his free hand, his shadow form fading, and dragged Yoshizo's unconscious form out of the way, leaning it up against a wall. As he finished up another Diarama, he heard the distinct sound of something scraping on the floor, like it was being dragged, ahh right on time, now let's see how bad Raiden had roughed Kazuma up before going down, he thought to himself, turning towards the noise as it stopped and starting to speak. "Ahh Kazuma took you long enough, how bad did Raiden mess you up before you beat him down." He said, turning and grinning, his grin fading and becoming an amused smirk as he noticed not Kazuma, but Raiden standing before him. "Oh, well apparently he messed you up pretty good." He started after Raiden had expressed his disappointment to Yoshizo. As the body of his comrade was thrust at him, Teros chuckled, quickly sidestepping out of the way and letting it hit the ground with a loud thud. As Raiden started to speak Teros just looked at him lazily, bobbing his head in time with the mans words. "Well, I'd throw your minion at you, but in the state he's in he might actually die." Teros started, chuckling slightly at the fact that he referred to Kazuma as his minion, even as he continued. "But uh, you seem to have taken a hit to the head in your fight... if I were trying to escape you would I be here, just waiting to get rid of you? And, as for destroying Hetero, I mean hey that's not my call, I say leave him be, he's a stand up sorta guy, I'd grab a coffee with him, you know take him to meet the lady. Oh yeah, I have a lady, did I tell you that? She's absolutely wonderful! Course... she's more likely to stab you than I am, but that's what makes her so perfect." He said, obviously mocking Raiden's speech as he tapped a finger against the Mail beneath his shirt, activating it's ability and transforming back into his shadow self.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:36 pm
Faustus Necromonium
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Faust cried out as he watched Hetero take out Kusuri.
As he watched the blood coming out of her, he shook, twitched, and flinched.
All this power.......all my power...and I can't protect her? he thought, as he tried to summon his card. Shattering it shakily, he tried to cast a Mediarama over her, but to no avail.
He was pretty much out of energy. His Shining Bind.
The Heaven's Tempest....
Almost all of his own energy had been sapped.
But...but...
He had to Try dammit. He had to try to Help out.
And so, after tying his jacket around the purple haired girl, he stormed towards Hetero, a sharp vigor in his eyes as he smashed his card with every fiber of his being.
"Mythos, hit him with all you have!!!" Faust cried out, as the winged figure Raised it's fist to punch the orange haired Devil, in a last ditch effort.
Faust may have not had enough Magic energy, but he had one skill left at least. And He'd Damn well use it until he was out of the fight if it was necessary. Anything....
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:59 pm
Raiden, The Wicked One "I see your lies are still as thick as your head." Raiden said, Teros' babbling no longer amusing anyone. He had already reached a pinnacle of strength that was forbidden to Teros' kind, and yet the downfall of the man was still readily apparent as he blurted out half-truths and attempted to stall, for his own sake. "You're already beyond redempti-" Raiden's head suddenly snapped to the side, sensing something that no one else there could as a sly grin suddenly spread, a sign that even Teros couldn't ignore. Narrowed eyes turned back towards them, a look more sinister than death sending chills down anyone in the room, whether they still knew they could feel fear or not. "Your plan has failed, already. Simon and all of his lackeys will be exterminated, and the Investigation Team that you turned against us will die. Kazuma, stand up. Or will you let Minori's sacrifice be in vain?" Raiden raised a hand to his side, and a swirling in the ground revealed a small raising stack of televisions similar to the portal to the real world. But these displayed the room where Hetero was fighting, and the image focused closely on Minori's falling form, blood and life fleeing from her in equal measures; a promise to the Messiahs fulfilled.
It was at this point that a sound no one had ever heard, rippled through the large empty corridors of data and information like a growing catastrophe, the menacing laugh of Raiden revealing a bit of his devolved insanity and satisfaction at every spine tingling sentiment that shot through the nerves of the awakening Black Messiah. "I'll give you to the count of three to run Teros. Of course, Amelia will be next...or did you think I was blind to your own hypocrisy, as well? One." Raiden counted with a cynical calmness to it, measured only by the menace of his anger that was clearly boiling over beneath the mask; he had never been the calm one, and even now red eyes revealed the immeasurable heat of his scorching soul. "...Two..." Behind Teros two Raiden struck, each slashing from a different direction to ensure no easy escape, the countdown as pointless as Raiden's "mercy". He had already envisioned the end for both of the traitors, and to believe he wouldn't see it through was as foolish an errand as attempting to stop a river's flow...a task that those who abandoned the moniker of 'Black Messenger' could never accomplish.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 8:14 pm
Dan Sekohara Dan's body ached and screamed for unconsciousness... it demanded rest it leaded for healing but the white haired hero knew that he needed to push through. The very small regeneration he was getting ever turn barely ebbed the flow of damage pouring over his body. Those paltry bits of healing his body was capable of on his own was all that kept him on his feet. With much effort Dan was able to struggle his way out of his place embedded in the wall just in time to see two more of his teammates struck down by that villain. What could he do? His powers were insignificant in comparison to that monster named Hetero who's darkness threatened to absorb the world. What reason was there to call on the powers of good when good had allowed this beast to come into life? If life was just and balanced wouldn't the powers that be strike hetero down... or maybe give Soji the power he deserved so he could end this madness?
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What point was there in being a hero... that tiny flame against the darkness when the darkness kept you from even lighting the match?
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Dan's mind sunk lower and lower as Soji fought with all the energy left inside him. It was those bestial grunts that woke him from his fear. He couldn't just give up! If he did what was all this struggle for... if they came this far why should he question the path that led him here, certainly there was no way back. As Soji was thrown back by a horrific strike Dan broke his stand still and rocketed into action. He couldn't swing his weapon he knew that but he could be a human shield for the person who bore the hope of humanity. If Soji looked up he may have seen the white, polished, and shined shoes of the white haired hero not too far from his face. Dan stood in front of his prone body arms spread wide white hair damp with crimson. "You won't win!" He screamed, the heat bubbled up inside of his throat. It was a mixture of fear, defiance, and justice that filled him now. "You can't beat us! But a hero's spirit is what keeps him pushing onwards, it is the kindling spirit that even in the darkest night brings light to the faces of those around it!" Holding his fist over his heart his lip turned upwards, maybe Hetero wasn't even listening... or maybe he was charging for some crazy world ending attack but if he could maybe pull the demon's attention away from the silverette... give him a chance give him the opportunity to strike his death would not have been in vain. "You can't extinguish that fire once it has been lit. That is why we are going to win!" Turning his back quite decisively on Hetero he bent down and offered his hand to Soji. "Come on buddy... I know you can do this, you're the real hero here, a real life superman." He knew that turning of the back might spell his end... but he didn't care. Standing on that uneasy precipice over looking his almost certain death he wasn't afraid...he was empowered.
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Fashionable Businesswoman
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 8:39 pm
Amelia M. Heartilly
The moment another flow of crimson was stained, another fall of a comrade... Amelia broke. She saw the one falling before her eyes, that loved sunshine that she was unable to protect, unable to keep away from danger's clutches. Instead she has fallen... fallen into a heap of a fading life that was once warm, but now becoming cold. "N..." The girl started to shake her head, her eyes wide and stinging. The rich girl screamed out at the top of her lungs, clutching her face as if a nightmare has fallen upon reality, seeing blood all over her best friend's body. And that thud.. Amelia ran to her side with blurred eyes. That sickening thud... Amelia held Minori's head, still staring down and saw that the glow of her cheeks was now becoming a pale, lifeless grey, the rich girl shaking her head while going through a fit of denial. No... No... No! "Minori.." she cried in a soft weep, her meaning to fight now starting to crumble, her will faltering just by the sight of her. How she felt.. She screamed out her denials, she screamed out the blond's name before the tears just continued on, her futile weeps now muffled into the murdered girl's shoulder.
That gentleness... gone. That warmth now vanishing when raven-haired senior held onto her friend's hand now becoming a icy cold. Amelia clutched onto her desperately, tightly as if trying to keep whatever life was left inside the body of Minori so that she'll keep on. So that..that she'll be abck on her feet after a good healing! But the more she held, the lighter and colder her sunshine felt. "Don't leave me. Don't leave me, don't leave me! Please don't leave me!!" But she was already gone... wasn't she... Amelia shook her head again, giving out one last cry of what was torn away from her before she pulled her head away to look at her one more time...Her breathing became heavy, profound loathing welling up inside of her. A desire, a unbecoming lust for vengeance boiled down to the very core as she turned her head to see her enemy glow. The wails and cries of the shadows didn't falter as she got up on her shaky, weak legs and saw her card hovering before her. Her teeth clenched tightly, they would probably crack anytiem soon, her heavy breathing still heard before she hissed out. "Zionga...! Zionga!" it was useless... But she kept calling out the spell (even though the use was already done by the first command and never shown again). She was weak but she didn't care anymore! She wanted him dead! She wanted him gone!! She wanted to kill him!! "ZIONGA!!" Just die! Just die! Please, just DIE!!!
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