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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 10:08 am
 Aleister Crowley
"Okiiiitaaaaaaa!" Crowley brought his right claw down like a hammer on to the first blade, knocking it low of it's intended target, and his left hand caught the second blade midway through it's thrust, the sound of metal screeching across metal ringing throughout the room as he slowed it's momentum and stopped it short of it's intended depth. "This...isn't you. You can't be Hetero's monster, when I still see a person in there!" One blade was wedged in Crowley's side, and another was sticking straight into his chest, blood pouring from the wound that he'd kept from being just deep enough to be fatal. His breathing was heavy, but his eyes were determined as before as Crowley let go of the blade in his side, a splash of blood dotting the ground as he drew his claw back one more time with Okita clearly in range. "Don't think my determination's so weak!" His hand shot forward, claws extended like knives aimed to impale Okita's stomach, hoping to at least take his opponent out with him this time, to protect his friends...if Okita was lucky enough to knock him out, that was. Crowley had three wounds that would have made any ordinary person faint on their own, but he had a reason he couldn't lose, so as long as he could force his mind to keep working he refused to give up. Quote: Physical Attack. Phys Amp +Enervation (Chance of)
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 8:32 pm
Okita Shisui, the Terminal Red-Eye Samurai
"Born in the wrong age, this world and I are beyond our expiration."With his increased power and speed, he hadn't expected even this strange substitute to be able to keep up with him; he certainly hadn't expected anyone to be able to divert the thrusts of his Mumyo-ken, the skill being one of the secret techniques that he had trained to perfection through the years. His faith in his blade was unshakeable, unlike most anything else in the world he could believe in the edge of his sword. And yet Crowley had managed to avoid the finishing blows again, though the wounds themselves were still enough to drop a normal person and leave them bleeding out on the floor. This was no ordinary opponent, however, and he was no regular swordsman. Crowley was a monster, but he was a demon as he was now, focused on the fight, who did not become shaken even by this most unexpected of turns. Withdrawing his blade, he didn't have the time he needed to avoid the claws Crowley slashed at him entirely...ripping at his side and sending a shock of pain through him that he ignored with a sharp bite into the bottom of his lip. The bleeding would slow if he could just land another blow, and much of the prior damage had been mended by the restoration effect he gained in this cursed form...the thrusts of his weapon taking the life from his enemies to replenish his own. He hated his power...and yet it was necessary for him to survive against his strongest foes. Not that he couldn't beat them, but with his illness as it was, his stamina sometimes just didn't sustain him. The restoration kept his health from red-lining...his spirit kept him standing until the end.
"My determination is in my blade; Hetero has given me a reason to use it. Whatever that makes me is all am...what you see is that...and it changes nothing!" he knew they were both in pain now, but the Red-Eyed Samurai had no intention of falling...it was far too early, far to soon for him to give in to the choking sensation in his chest, the shortness of breath that came with the telltale creep of his illness worsening...he shoved the feeling to the back of his mind for one brief moment and held his blade firmly, feet shifting at close-range in retaliation to the demon's attack before he swung his sword smoothly, feeling his own health weaken with the great effort of the attack, "Brave Blade." His swing was smooth, his target the length of the decent man before him's body. Crowley seemed a good man for what it was worth, and he regretted that the two of them had been pitted against one another in combat. But battle knew no mercy...and neither could he. This was his mission, the cause he had sworn his sword to. Without it, there was no purpose to his life...and this world would never change.
And if it came even at the cost of his soul, this world must change...
"Forgive me..." his low voice muttered at the end of his swing, barely loud enough to be heard...if that, "...But you and I see a difference face in the mirror that reflects what I've become."Quote: Brave Blade: Very High Phys Damage [Target: Crowley]
Instant Recovery - Recovering from bad status is only 1 turn.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 10:19 pm
Quote: *~:: P1-Grand Prix [Quarterfinals] ::~*
"The Man-Hating Henpecked Husband" Faustus Necromonium vs. "The Narcoleptic Childlike Champion" Minato Arisato
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 10:30 pm
 Faustus Necromonium
After a short wait for the matches to end, and bidding a farewell to Rednal, Faust found himself moving along again. Rednal couldn't pass through an invisible wall, but Faust managed to, making his way back into the building.
"Well...I'm progressing at least." he called, feeling Mythos calling to him.
I have to be on my guard... Faust thought quietly, looking around. My next opponent....Since this is the third round....will be tough.
If he was particularly unlucky, he'd be up against Soji......Or someone worse, even. He clenched his fists as he glanced around, looking for his foe. His armor was still holding firm, and his chakram was at the ready. However, he slid away his charm for a small hairclip instead. He hadn't had a chance to use it, but perhaps the little bit of variety would be helpful for his next challenge....If he had any chance, at all. Quote: Faust: Weapon: Trap Wheel [Sharp student +2 speed] Armor: Red Murakumo Flame Armor [Repel Fire, Fire Boost, Fire amp. Cast Red wall, Fire break] Accessory: Seashell Hairclip [crush for 3 turns of water Amp. cast Aqua]
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 11:40 am
Minato Arisato, The Narcoleptic, Childlike Champion
"...Memento Mori, remember that you must die..."It was a shame that he had gotten dust on his t-shirt, but he really couldn't help that part after last round's boogie against his best bud from the Shadow Operatives. Maybe he hadn't been pushed to his absolute limits or anything, but it had been a pleasant surprise to see just how far Junpei had come in the three years since they had last fought together atop Tartarus against the Avatar of Nyx. He was more mature, more cautious now, and that counterstrike that he had used with the fire was absolutely dynamic. It was no wonder he had been able to win against a dangerous foe like he had in the first round, using that Redemption Blade or whatever it was called to take down Teros and move on to the second round. He was still brushing away the charred cinders of pieces of his shirt even now as he made his way through the battlefield; though the rest of him surprisingly looked well-kept, as though he hadn't been against a friend fighting for his life only ten minutes earlier. Needless to say, the fight had been good, but in the end, the victory had been his. He wished he had been given more time to talk with after the match, though...the bear had been pretty annoyed with him by then, something about 'sleepy, sexy intruders' ruining all his fun...but he had been rushed out of the room quickly and towards his next fight before he could grill his friend more. The Childlike Champion hadn't missed the chance to compliment his friend on how much he had grown, however, even if it sounded patronizing coming from him. There was no snap as there might have been years ago, though...only a casual acceptance, a smile, and well-wishes in the next round. And now here he was, the next round was here and Minato Arisato was casually strolling with his head down, music turned loud in his earphones to blot out the rest of the world. He moved until he began to sense normal fluorescent light again, the bright shine of the rooftop far behind him now that he stood between the shoe lockers at the front of the school. When the invisible wall greeted him at the door after he had been guided here down the stairs, he knew he was at another battleground.
The brief consideration of simply not turning around to see who had arrived and taking a nap beside the umbrella rack crossed his mind...before he sighed and slid the earphones down to his neck, turned, and saw the green-haired boy from Soji's team make his way into the area.
"It's Faust," his voice was low and soft, the recognition immediate despite the fact that these two people had never (or only perhaps in passing, never directly) actually met one another before. It was, perhaps, a mystery that Faust would consider for a moment before the more pressing matter set in. After all, though they hadn't met, it was entirely possible that Faust had at least heard of him before, too. Which meant he knew what he was up against if they were set to fight one another this round. ...Not that Minato was really thinking about that at all. Rather, inside that mind of his he wondered if it was really true what he had heard about him from the rumors...and the file from the database that Aigis had read to him back when he was first getting to know (again) the Investigation Team through his own teammates. Following them through his Velvet Room encounters with Soji was one thing, but actually reading their files had been much more enlightening. In fact, he was pretty curious now, and he couldn't deny it anymore. His easy smile grew a little more, and he adjusted the headphones so that they would be more comfortable. ...Neither of his hands seemed to be in a hurry to reach for an evoker or a weapon otherwise. Before they fought, this question was of vital importance.
"Is it true that you really like to wear fake breasts under your clothes?" the teen asked, as though he were a goofy young teen and not the Messiah who had given his life to save humanity...his face the very picture of innocent curiosity, "I don't see any...are you an A-Cup, or should I have someone update the database?"
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Perhaps Faust could tell himself it was just the illusion at work already with this line of questioning. ...Yeah, it might be for the best.Quote: Action: Talk Persona Equipped: Messiah Equipped: Lucifer's Blade, Summer Outfit, Hanzo Sandals Passive: Invigorate 3, Regenerate 3
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 8:16 pm
Faustus Necromonium
Faust turned quickly as a soft...calm voice called out his name, a blue haired figure being near the umbrella racks. Faust tensed for a moment, before the boy adjusted his headphones, and asked him a rather...unexpected question. Immediately, the boy froze, before letting out a small chuckle.
"I....don't really mind it, but saying I enjoy it would be a bit of a stretch." Faust called back lightly, the slightest bit irate at the comment, but finding himself unable to feel any sort of aggression towards...the boy. He had a familiar air about him...and a very relaxed one at that. Something about looking at the guy put him a bit at ease...Like Soji. Unlike the silver-haired one though, this one seemed a lot more laid back, and the earphones around his neck only added to it.The boy's name...it was practically on the tip of his tounge, yet he couldn't quite get it at the moment. Faust's own hands didn't reach for a weapon either, though they went to grab at his glasses, and slide them on to be sure he was seeing what he thought he was.
Yep...Even after putting on the glasses that'd eliminate any obscuring fog....He still saw the laid back, relaxed boy in front of him. He paused for a moment, before stepping a little towards him.
"Do you know....Seta-Senpai?" Faust added lightly, waving a hand. "You...remind me of him a lot."
Like he could rely on him....But at the same time, Faust knew what these situations meant. He'd probably have to fight against the boy...And Faust himself wasn't exactly sure of his abilities if the boy had powers on the same level as Soji....But even if he had to fight, he had a feeling he didn't have to worry about being severely injured. Someone with that relaxed of an air about him, and asking such an innocent [if laugh inducing] question didn't seem the type to want to grind him into the dust. Quote: Faust: Action: Talk Weapon: Trap Wheel [Sharp student +2 speed] Armor: Red Murakumo Flame Armor [Repel Fire, Fire Boost, Fire amp. Cast Red wall, Fire break] Accessory: Seashell Hairclip [crush for 3 turns of water Amp. cast Aqua] Passive: Mythos Rising
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:38 pm
Minato Arisato, The Narcoleptic, Childlike Champion
"...Memento Mori, remember that you must die..."If he was at all affected by the momentarily irate protest of his foe, the sleepy-eyed young man didn't show any outward signs of it; the answer he gave was enough to satisfy his curiosity, the tiny smile that curled at the corner of his lips letting Faust know that he was at least moderately amused by it. But he didn't pursue it any further, and there was no intention to goad him, pick at him over it, or any ill sort of advance in his stance, expression, or movements. Instead, his eyes took in the sight of the shoe lockers on either side of him for a moment, an almost nostalgic feeling filling him as he tapped on the metal with the knuckle on one hand lightly. That sound reminded him of the first time he and Yuko had decided to walk home together...ah, he wished he could have gone to school with them as a Senior. So many things had passed him by in the time that he had been gone from the world, from the graduation of all of his friends to the rise of a new Wild Card, even to the trend of young guys wearing fake breasts to school to impress the girls they liked. Oh well...it wasn't all bad being given a second chance at life. He could work together now with the woman he loved, do some good in the world, and he got to meet all sorts of interesting people as he went from place-to-place. Sure, he might have liked it if he had a little more time to sleep along the way, but when duty called, he never failed to rise to the challenge. To that end, he knew what came next in this conversation of theirs; the compliments about him being similar to Soji were something he had heard before, from a couple of people. He always took it as a compliment, one way or another. But that would be the last compliment he was paid before the battle was over, he knew. The strange sense of distortion around him had come again, and the look on Faust's face was anything but friendly when he looked back towards the feminine young man to see if he had noticed it, too. Despite all that they had learned already, there was still only one way to move forward in this Tournament...to win the next fight and defeat your opponent. At least he could manage to do that without severely hurting anybody...
"I doubt you can hear me now," he spoke finally, his voice soft and calm, "But I've heard about you from Mitsuru and the others. You're a good person...so don't worry." He smiled slightly, knowing that what his opponent likely heard was much worse than that. To his own style, he didn't really pay the voice of his foe any mind from this point forward, ready for the pointless barbs and screams that the host was beginning to spout (giving away that it was him behind the illusion rather spectacularly with this loss of composure) and the fight that was to come next. Idly, he drew his weapon from his side and held it loosely at the ready; illusion or not, that should be a good enough signal to his friend to begin the fight in earnest. But even as he waited for the sparks to fly, as he focused on his enemy, his mind wandered and a little worry did fill his chest. He didn't like the idea that his friends and Seta's friends were out there right now, possibly still fighting one another (and who knew what else); they were strong, though, and sure of themselves and the bonds they held with one another. If they kept faith in those, he knew they would be all right. They would survive and hold out until one of them could put an end to the Tournament...and he could finally go home and take a nap see them all again.Quote: Action: Wait Persona Equipped: Messiah Equipped: Lucifer's Blade, Summer Outfit, Hanzo Sandals Passive: Invigorate 3, Regenerate 3
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 11:03 pm
Faustus Necromonium
Faust smiled easily with the boy, truly relaxed...if only for a few extra moments. Soon enough, the air around them began to shift, and as he glanced up, the blue haired figure had drawn his blade.
Seta always told me....you were the weakest of the new team! The boy snapped in the same tone, trying to rattle him. The only one who's struggled to summon his persona...The only one who's had so much self doubt...The only one that..
"Just stop...That's not going to work." Faust called, sliding his chakram out with ease. "I know what we have to do...so you can drop the theatrics."
A hand raised as his card descended from the sky, right into the range of his hand as is usually did.
"Let's do this...Mythos," he stated to himself, breaking the card and causing energy to pool to his body. Once more, Faust brought forth the true power of his persona, Mythos. Though he didn't have as much practice as he would like with the form...He couldn't deny it's power. He'd have to give it everything he had, if he had any chance of winning. A burst of flame singed out from his hands, moving to engulf the blue haired stranger with his newest, strongest spell. It wasn't the best idea, since he had no idea what kind of persona the blue haired one had...or what kind of power he had...But he figured it would be best to start out strong. Quote: Faust Action: Ragnarok [Fire Boost, Fire Amp] Spell Master: Halving sp cost Weapon: Trap Wheel [Sharp student +2 speed] Armor: Red Murakumo Flame Armor [Repel Fire, Fire Boost, Fire amp. Cast Red wall, Fire break] Accessory: Seashell Hairclip [crush for 3 turns of water Amp. cast Aqua] Passive: Mythos Rising
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 11:42 pm
Minato Arisato, The Narcoleptic, Childlike Champion
"...Memento Mori, remember that you must die..."He couldn't tell what his foe was saying, but he could sense that he understood what had to happen here; they were going to be forced to fight until one of them fell, that was just the way it was. Thankfully, they could get that part out of the way now and talk about the rest later. And judging by the level of the spell that Faust had sent his way...a fire spell which washed over him with an intense heat that left minimal burns, the force pushing him back a step immediately to compound the surprising power...he could tell that there wasn't going to be any holding back on his opponent's behalf, either. That was good. Very good, in fact, since it demonstrated his resolve not only to protect his friends, but to rescue the person who was likely trapped at the end of this dungeon...whom he knew was most likely Labrys. There was no malice in Faust's expression after the first spell, and he was thankful for that as well. It was a compliment to the green-haired boy's composure and his compassion that he could fight so strongly without coming to hate an opponent. In short, Soji's friend had grown a great deal since he had first joined the team, and even since the Shadow Operatives (then SEES, still) had become aware of his existence in the supernatural world. He must have had good friends, the blue-haired young man thought with a small smile...but really, what he had that made him truly strong was a good heart. It almost made him feel bad that he had to fight back against him, but then again, he had people he needed to protect as well, didn't he?
"Messiah," his voice was calm and collected, a refreshing feeling washing over him at the thought of having another match against someone he considered a friend...not a life-or-death struggle, but a test of skill. Fighting could actually be kind of a nice catharsis, a way of releasing some pent up aggression while bonding with an opponent, when there weren't any ill feelings involved between the two fighting. And while the illusion told him otherwise, he could sense in his actions that Faust wasn't someone who was fighting him with the violent aggression of someone with a grudge. He was just fighting to protect, because he had to. It was a feeling he could relate to, he thought, even as the white-clad, white-haired persona appeared over his head and raised its arm nobly, a golden fist crashing down from the sky to pummel his foe with the incredible power that its wielder commanded. "God's Hand." His attack fell and he felt himself moving smoothly backwards, finding the distance between them much to his liking. He didn't really want to cross swords with him if he didn't have to...not because he couldn't, but because it went against the sort of fighting he was hoping for in this match. He didn't want to cross steel and draw blood, but rest on the power of his spirit and determination, to measure his foe's own power against that which he had achieved long ago, in fighting Nyx. Winning without wounding, a test...to see just how far Faustus Necromonium had come in his journey towards the truth. That was what he was aiming for. And judging by what he had seen and deduced already, it was quite a ways.
"Look at you, acting the part of the noble senpai...the old hero who gave his life to save the world...what a guy you are, huh?" the voice of the illusion spoke sharply all of a sudden, and for a moment Minato's calm eyes seemed bothered by what he was hearing...a hidden sadness flickering there, if only for a second, "It's your fault you even have to be here. You gave your life, but you didn't save anything at all, did you? The Great Seal broke...and it's all happening again, isn't it? You can't stop it...mankind is destined to destroy itself, to bring death upon itself, to bring chaos upon itself...all you ever were was a band-aid. But even you can't stop the bleeding now, can you? Even he can't stop it...can he? You do know this...don't you?"Quote: God's Hand: Very High Damage on 1 Foe Persona Equipped: Messiah (Resist Fire) Equipped: Lucifer's Blade, Summer Outfit, Hanzo Sandals Passive: Invigorate 3, Regenerate 3
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 10:39 am
Faustus Necromonium
Faust watched as the flames went to the blue haired one...And fizzled out after doing little damage.
Oh...then I should... Faust thought, before a large golden fist crashed into him, knocking him back a fair distance, and really knocking the wind out of him.
'W...Wow..." Faust panted, the attack having taken a lot out of him. Thankfully though, his body's regen started working almost immediately, trying to keep up with the damage. It wasn't enough...but it helped. Faust then pushed off with his heel, before raising his hands to gesture at the sky. However, if Minato looked, he'd see nothing but the celing, the gesture meant to be a distraction as a Burst of Wind started underneath him, and went to tear at him, and break away his Wind Resistance. Faust could only hope it'd work, because with that level of an attack...For the opening blow..
I'll...
You're going to lose. the voice called, confidently. You'll lose..and everything you care about will fall, because of it. You don't seriously think that I'm one of the..
Faust went to protest, before closing his mouth. No...
I won't give you the satisfaction of an answer. he thought quietly, taking a quick breath to steady himself. Quote: Faust Action: Heaven's Tempest [Very High wind + Wind Break] Spell Master: Halving sp cost Weapon: Trap Wheel [Sharp student +2 speed] Armor: Red Murakumo Flame Armor [Repel Fire, Fire Boost, Fire amp. Cast Red wall, Fire break] Accessory: Seashell Hairclip [crush for 3 turns of water Amp. cast Aqua] Passive: Mythos Rising
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 8:37 am
Minato Arisato, The Narcoleptic, Childlike Champion
"...Memento Mori, remember that you must die..."Even if he knew that it wasn't the green-haired boy that wasn't saying all of the things to him now, that voice...whomever it belonged to...was saying some things that were hard to ignore; Minato had always had an incredible poker face which allowed him to tend to others' worries without ever really letting them in on his own. Today was no different, nor had any day since he had appeared on that rooftop a few months back and embraced his friends for the first time in two years. And even now, he didn't let the expression on his face show the trouble inside of his heart at the accusations the illusion cast his way. He knew that it was just trying to get to him. He knew that it was poking directly at the sorest points inside of him, hoping for just the sort of reaction that would weaken him or provide an opening for his foe, and he remained determined not to let that weakness show. But there was weakness there, perhaps not in his battle power, but inside of his heart there were wounds that had not yet been fully healed, questions that he had not yet been able to answer about himself and his own spirit, his own place in this world now that he had been given a second life. Questions like...why hadn't his spirit been strong enough to maintain the Great Seal in spite of the forces working against him? What if he had done more, been stronger, cared for more people in his life before he had died? What if he had awakened to the power of persona sooner and began forging his social links sooner, instead of spending so much time away from Port Island and remaining distant from the people around him? Only now did he realize just how valuable the friends that he had made truly were, at the end of his previous journey they had become his strength at the most dire of hours. Their thoughts, his bonds with them, allowed him to become the man that he needed to be...or so he had thought. Only his strength hadn't been enough to keep this cycle from starting all over again. He didn't blame his friends, of course...only himself. Yes, he hated everything that had come to pass, that all of this was happening to another set of high school students who did not deserve this sort of burden. He supported Soji Seta with all of his heart, but at the same time, he could not hide the guilt he felt at passing the baton to the next generation's Fool so soon, after the great good that he had done had amounted to nothing. Perhaps if he were just a little stronger...perhaps if he had the will...he could push take it back from him. Maybe he could pick up the burden where he left it and relieve Soji Seta from his fate. Maybe...he couldn't help the thoughts as they came to him, the words of the illusion stoking the guilty fires inside of him. And even then, he maintained his focus on the match before him, refusing to blame Faust for what his visage was saying to him...or go easy on him in spite of it.
Wind struck him in retaliation for the little physical jam he had lain on the golden-eyed young man, and another wave of surprising power reminded him that this next generation was anything but a joke. Even as the spell hit and the worst of it dug into his skin and tore at his jacket, he could feel his resistance to the element fading, making him more vulnerable. Blue bangs caught up in the whirlwind and left his eyes clear and uncovered, a wry sort of amusement therein once it had died down. No matter how strong he had become, even he would be lying if he said he didn't feel that one. But for as strong as Faust had become, the teen's power was still different from his own. Much different. "You really don't hold back, do you?" the childlike champion smiled faintly, deliberately not clarifying whether he had meant the voice taunting him or the trap laying the hurt on, "But this is my fight now...you can leave the rest to me." His power flared again, just as the white figure appeared above him a second time...Messiah, its hand raising to the sky, sent an immense wave of blue power impacting down from the heavens upon the shoulders of his foe. It was a weight that would feel like the world upon him, the feeling of being akin to Atlas much more painful than the stories told. And still it seemed that as far as tapping into his own power had gone, the blue-haired Shadow Operative was only beginning to warm up. A fact evidenced by the fact he hadn't even considered switching out his persona in spite of the failing resistance.
"One more move," he muttered calmly, quietly, but loud enough Faust could hear it if the illusion wasn't working, "I want to see...what you can do. And I will, too...show you the power of my bonds."Quote: Megidolaon: High Almighty Damage on 1 Foe Persona Equipped: Messiah (Wind Resist Broken to Normal) Equipped: Lucifer's Blade, Summer Outfit, Hanzo Sandals Passive: Invigorate 3, Regenerate 3
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 9:00 am
Faustus Necromonium
Faust had a sneaking suspicion that the fight wouldn't end with his wind attack, and as the figure stood from him, he found his suspicions all too true. Faust clenched his fists at this, before the large burst of Almighty energy came down on him, crashing into him, singing his skin, and completely overwhelming him. The real Gap in their power.....
And for a moment, Faust seemed to black out, starting to fall to the ground....Before he jumped back up, bright as ever. His Enduring Soul, permitting him to go at it once more.
"One more....Show me what Weak potential you have.
Faust scowled a bit at this, holding his arm a bit as he focused his energy.
He wants it....He's getting it. He thought, before jumping forward, and then crossing his arms, gesturing at the blue haired foe again. As he did, a burst of wind, not dissimilar to the one before...Before it was suddenly coated in flames, attacking the Narcoleptic Childlike Champion with his Full force.
Seta-senpai......Kusuri.. he thought, as the attack began to resolve, biting his lip. I... Quote: Faust Action: True Heaven's Tempest [Severe Wind + Fire] Enduring Soul: [Restore all HP on KO, once per battle] Spell Master: Halving sp cost Weapon: Trap Wheel [Sharp student +2 speed] Armor: Red Murakumo Flame Armor [Repel Fire, Fire Boost, Fire amp. Cast Red wall, Fire break] Accessory: Seashell Hairclip [crush for 3 turns of water Amp. cast Aqua] Passive: Mythos Rising [15% regen]
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:44 pm
Minato Arisato, The Narcoleptic, Childlike Champion
"...Memento Mori, remember that you must die..."He had asked for the best that his foe could offer, and how had he delivered! Fire and wind combined into a massive force that bore down on him in response to the Almighty weight he had laid upon Faust, the whirling and the burning enough to leave more than marks upon his jacket, his skin, nipping into his limbs and threatening do some serious damage even to him if he didn't start moving with a little more haste about the battlefield. The True Heaven's Tempest hit with a power that could not be ignored; rather than staying at the heart of the attack for the duration, the blue-haired young man smiled faintly in recognition of his foe's skill...the strength hidden beneath the surface of that frail form...and when he burst through the fire and the tempest-level winds it was with a new strategy, a new vision of himself inside of his own heart. He had promised to show Faust the true form of the bonds he shared with his friends, and he meant every last one of them...a shattering not unlike glass echoed around him, Messiah receded from the forefront of his mind, and above his head there formed a harpist, proud and stern as it looked down upon his enemy and played a few strings. "Orpheus Telos, my greatest persona..." the wielder of the wild card smiled faintly, knowing that even if it didn't have the attack spell variety of all the rest of his personae, the sheer immensity of its power was more than enough to make every single attack he launched a potential knockout blow. Its base power towered above the rest of his other selves, and each victory while equipped with this persona only made him stronger. And he was revealing it to Faust out of respect for what he had shown him so far. Smiling faintly, his blue bangs fell over one eye as the power coursed through him.
"...Your potential is incredible," the young man's expression was reverent and even-keeled, even as his uniform was tattered by the spells that had sliced and burned at him...his cheek dark from the ash but his eyes still bright and almost...pleased, "I feel like if you all keep fighting together, you will only get stronger. Even stronger than you are right now...but that's just what I think." Maybe his foe couldn't hear him, but he had a feeling it wouldn't matter if he did. Faust had shown his strength, so he had to do the same, as it was only fair. Until now he had barely even moved in the course of the battle...but in an instant he had crossed the distance he had placed between them with his weapon drawn and lashing powerfully into the solarplexus of his foe enemy. Despite the sharp edge, he had smashed the blunt edge of his weapon into his foe's stomach to disable without wounding. This time he did not take distance again, however, forcing the fused persona-user to deal with him in close proximity if he could continue the battle; casting magic would take time, leave him vulnerable. If one aspect of a battle was favorable to a foe, you simply changed the terms of the engagement...classic tactics.
He would wind this fight down to its conclusion one way or another. Simply...smoothly. And then he'd extend his hand to his foe when it was over and thank him for what had proven to be a good battle, after all.Quote: Physical Attack: Sword attacks at the midsection. [Target: Faust] Persona Equipped: Messiah -> Orpheus Telos Equipped: Lucifer's Blade, Summer Outfit, Hanzo Sandals Passive: Invigorate 3, Regenerate 3
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 9:54 am
Faustus Necromonium
Ayup.
Faust could pretty much imagine that the move wasn't enough, though at least he seemed to do some damage to the boy. At a change though, he blinked.
He can..Change personas? Then... Faust thought, before the blue haired figure jumped towards him, with apparently a slash. Faust could recognize the attack, even if he knew he couldn't stop it. Rather than try to defend....
Faust threw his Chakram over the top, aiming to hold in the blue-haired Hero if just for a bit.
The attack knocked the wind out of him....And it pretty much felt like a few ribs with it too, but Faust still had one last move.
"Good hit.." he choked out, before he started to glow again. It seemed he wasn't that great at physical attacks, and if he tried to match the blue haired one...
"Shining Bind." Faust called, despite leaving himself open to go for one final attack. Of all of the moves, it was easily the weakest....But it still was a Surge of Almighty Rising from the ground, in an Area around Faust.
This is...my last move. Quote: Faust Action: Shining Bind [High Almighty in a confined area around Faust.] Enduring Soul: [Restore all HP on KO, once per battle]Spell Master: Halving sp cost Weapon: Trap Wheel [Sharp student +2 speed] Armor: Red Murakumo Flame Armor [Repel Fire, Fire Boost, Fire amp. Cast Red wall, Fire break] Accessory: Seashell Hairclip [crush for 3 turns of water Amp. cast Aqua] Passive: Mythos Rising [15% regen]
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 11:14 am
Minato Arisato, The Narcoleptic, Childlike Champion
"...Memento Mori, remember that you must die..."It was incredible how far Faust had come in such a short time. That wasn't a facetious thought, some sort of a consolation for the fact that his attacks hadn't managed to drop Minato despite the onslaught that he had unleashed, nor was it any kind of an understatement or overstatement of the fact of his growth from the day he had accepted his other self until this moment where he stood on even footing in a match with the young messiah. Anybody who had seen his growth would know it, and for someone who was so experienced as his current opponent, it was plain to see that the teen was growing into a formidable force in his own right, independent from the team that made him even stronger. One immense spell after another were launched, drawing from an impossibly deep well of magical reserve to attack with an impressive succession of spells that would have made even foes on a higher tier than his own quake in the wake of their impact. Even someone who had stood at the top of the world in terms of power, whose very spirit had withheld the advance of a god and the will of humanity to reach out to death, could not endure Faust's spells without suffering some significant damage. He had been burned, cut, wounded, and bruised rather plainly by the spells that had been repetitively smashing against him; were it not for the resistances that his personae held, for his own incredible well of power and defensive skill, he would have fallen a long time ago. It was experience, and the sheer depth of the feelings that his friends had placed in him, that allowed him to remain standing right now. No normal enemy could have taken what he had taken until now, which was a testament both to his own power and to that of his foe. In short, even as Faust tried his best to rope him in and unveil his Shining Bind, Almighty power gushing from the ground around him to impact him tremendously and send blue color streaking through his gaze, Minato could say anything but the attacks weren't hurting him. They were. They would continue to be, too, if he allowed the fight to go on any further. He couldn't help the reverence he felt for his counterpart with the Investigation Team and the friends who now followed him, friends like this one who reminded him so much of his own allies with the former SEES and current Shadow Operatives. One day soon, he thought...Faust might even become someone who could challenge him directly with a very real chance to win.
But for now, the difference between them was simply too great, he knew...and as his foe was spent, all of his arsenal unloaded, Minato found that he had a great deal still in reserve despite the damage he had suffered. It wasn't a fault on Faust in the slightest. It was merely the difference in experience and support between them...for now. And the blue-haired teen's expression remained calm and peaceful, smirking very slightly at the compliment in the heat of battle. Shining Bind faded and he still stood within the chakram of his powerful enemy, bleeding from a little gash on the side of his head but looking for all the world in a perfect calm. "Helel..." his smile was not sad and did not reflect pity, but admiration for his foe...even as the Fallen Angel appeared over his head and lowered its hand, an impossibly powerful Almighty force gathering in the palm before descending onto his green-haired opponent, "Morning Star." The blow descended and exploded with the audible force of a sonic boom, directly over his enemy...and then spreading outward like a wave of sheer force. But Faust was at the epicenter and he would feel the full impact of it upon him. Despite all the work that he had done and all the power he had unleashed upon Minato, it had been returned in-kind. He had fought the perfect fight, had Faust...as best as he could have hoped against an enemy like this one. All that remained was willpower...a trait they both shared in spades. And for that the Shadow Operative admired his opponent...
...All the same, he could not just stop and let him win this fight, either.Quote: Morning Star: Severe Almighty Damage to all foes. [Target: Faust] Persona Equipped: Orpheus Telos -> Helel Equipped: Lucifer's Blade, Summer Outfit, Hanzo Sandals Passive: Invigorate 3, Regenerate 3
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