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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:12 am
{{Ah ok well didn't want to step on any toes so.^^ I'll post this and then wait for everyone else's reactions.}}
Sama watched as the flows of power and the emotional stats fluctuate. The Devil of the Abyss knew little about the sword or much of the brothers history but from what he could see the situation amongst the black swirling energy was simple. His eyes worked hard to peer thru the cloud of shadow barrier energy and he could make out to smoldering figures glowing with power and emotion. One was tall and powerful, filled with hatred and joy while the other was fearful of this being, still weak from his own battles.
"Yo-Ko!"
His voice now boomed not with a sense of urgency or panic but a calm authority. He may not know a lot of what was going on but he was an expert on spiritual possessions as far as anyone in this room was concerned. This is what Sama had spent his life studying, occult, exorcisms, things of that nature and from what he had seen the entity of the sword had just taken control of its master....with a vengeance. The Devil never paid any real mind to it always assuming that even with his ego the tyrant truly did have the object under control, a mistake he won't soon make again.
"I need a Seal of the Lakunas or any seal you have that will protect against spiritual infection and invasion. Do you know anything of that nature?"
As he said this the 6'6" behemoth gently placed his palm son the barrier, feeling the sting of energy and the warmth of its flow. Like a blood vessel or heart in his hands holding it was it pumped. he would then begin to push as his body flexed and his spirit shifted. Trying to phase his body thru as an ethereal being, literally force himself spiritual thru the barrier. It would be like shoving ones self thru quick sand to get to the bottom, slow but hopefully effective in time.....
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 2:15 pm
Yo-ko was in action literally as soon as he heard Sama's words. Although he could feel what the power was, he knew very little about what was causing the power. For that, he needed Sama's knowledge and eavesdropped information. The fact that he said a seal of Lakunas gave Yo-ko enough info to mess around with for now.
"In fact, i got you one better. I need you to to show me why you kick my a** at fighting, and clober this shield after i weaken it with your beastly attacks!"
The Fox demons hands became blurs as they whipped into his bag grabbing kunai after kunai thrown unbelievably close, but accurate to the devils hand. He threw a total of 15 in total, all in about 3 seconds. Normally Kunai wouldnt have any affect on a shiled like this, but like most of Yo-kos techniques and items, these where not normal kunai. Because of Yo-kos spiritual minipulation ability and his mastery of seals, he could imprint a seal using his spiritual signature. No blood and no scrolls, made his ablity with seals very effective, surprising and deadly.
On each kunai was a Spirit seal that when in contact with a spiritual center not only minimized or halted the flow, but also reversed it. On a shield like this, although a lower level seal, it would be very effective in ripping its way to the target. Then EVERYONES abilities would need to come into play. Most likely, Yo-ko's newest bag of skills and tricks would be revealed.
Continuing the blur of motion that was his hands, the Fox demon switched effortlessly to shiraken, this time throwing 20. Before the throwing stars hit, Yo-ko used one of few techniques he knew that needed a hand seal. Concentrating his energy in the shadows of the cluster, the shiraken miraclessly doubled in size, but kept its tight grouping as it hit the shield. Once again, with a trick up his sleeve, he minipulated his spirit into the throwing stars, this time making it a "shaped-charge" spiritual explosion pushing all the stored energy forward into the shield. The charge itself was much like a light powered granade. Although Sama's distance was consitered "Danger-close" to Yo-ko's exploding blades, the throws seemed to be unnaturally accurate. And with the explosions all forward into the shield, it would allow the Devils reflexis and brute strength to take advantage of and eliminate the shields recovery time, if their was one.
Just as the cluster hit the shield, The red-dredlocked warrior yelled out to Sama. He would need his strength to get this to work.
"Now! Pulverize it! Show me what you got!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:15 pm
The Entity peered over its shoulder, breathing in a deep sigh. The breath itself shook the room, like some 10-story monstrosity was growling just outside, eager to devour the inhabitants of the building. The devil smiled, commenting as it returned its gaze to Tybron.
"Pitiful insects." The Dark Entity stepped up without another word and snatched the boy by the throat with its left hand. Though its vessel was much shorter than Tybron, that didn't stop it from digging its claws into the enemy and hoisting him off the ground. The energy swirling around its arm pulsed in excitement, yet the phantom weapon remained hidden. In due time. Taliman's puppetmasters wanted to savor this moment. The Dark Entity grinned up at Tybron as it held him in the air, squeezing his neck until blood began to drip from its fingernails.
"So.. much mmmore... fragile...than we would have imagined," the creatures breath was liken to the stench of death in Tybron's face. As before each word boomed in from every direction, dozens of furious voices singing along to each word. "Deathhh hasn't done you any kindness, dear General."
The barrier keeping the others at bay was holding just fine for the moment. The Entity had no need to be concerned. Their cryptic voodoo wouldn't have any effect on this type of magic. Borne of beings from a time and world beyond their understanding, they would only be wasting their time trying to find a weakness. They were thinking too hard, which is exactly what the devil was counting on. Their ineptitude was only buying it more time.
Meanwhile, Cado failed to act. Unresponsive to Samayou's words, he merely stared at the barrier, looking around as though lost. Something was strange about his behavior, but despite what was going on around him he wouldn't react as one would expect.
"To think.. so many eons....our fffreedom lied within... this," The Entity paused as Tybron writhed in its hand. It painfully jerked his head to one side. Not to break his neck, only to examine his face; in particular, the ugly scar now extending from his mouth to his ear. It frowned upon inspection of his marred complexion. "Mortal flesh is so tender..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:20 pm
Cado was like a lost child at this point. he had no threat to bash, no designated target to pummel or it was the intertwined relationship of the object and his master that confused him. Whatever it was Sama had to move with or with out the body guards assistance. Sama did not have Ki like the others but what he lacked in energy he made up for in raw strength of his physical body.
There was no blood seals, no inscribed chants or citations on the energy or area around it. All he could see was a simple yet powerful energy barrier.
"Yo-Ko...step back...."
The Devil would bring his right palm back, his muscles bulging in a violent manner as his breathing slowly relaxed. The air around him dropped from a steady 79 degrees to almost 20 below zero. The frigid air frosted around him as his body went to work gathering itself in a split second to strike, the earth around him quaking as the floor boards wiggled and groaned under the immense pressure of the raw strength. How powerful was it, well it was hard to measure such strength there was no scale system was there was for power levels of Ki Levels in fact if you scouted out Sama you'd see a nice big Zero. His power was internal and beyond scales.
He breathed...and waited until the critical point to strike and once he did he would shatter this barrier before him with the only weapon he ever knew how to use...his hands.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:47 pm
Yo-ko felt the room get colder, and realized that Sama was about to work his "magic." Magic of course meaning the brute physical strength that only he was possible of. Although he was the strongest physical specimen Yo-ko had ever seen, even he would need back up to fight whatever was inside the barrier. That, Yo-ko was well prepared to join in on. But they needed to get this shield down.
It was slightly annoying to see that the seals where useless against this type of barrier, but it was still no surprise. Most energy barriers like these needed to be broken, and seals rarely affected them much. Yo-ko didnt like the fact that he knew very little about what was going on, but knew he had the skills to at least survive this. After a healthy career he has had, he knew that tactics and skill would be completely neccessary.
Once again, it would be a "danger-close" situation. Sama would have to wait for the perfect moment, And Yo-ko was going to creat it for him. Creating a soccer ball sized orb of purple spiritual energy, the Fox Demon let the ball float down to his right leg and in a round kick like manner kicked it at the barrier. At the same time, he yelled out to let Sama know what he was doing and to be prepared as the ball moved quickly to slam into the shield. <******** this. Resshū Kō Kyū Ha!"
Unfortunately, Yo-ko didn't invent this technique. However, it was one of the most powerful yet simple techniques in all of spirit world and was known widely as a "demon slayer" in the Demon world. The orb was dense with spiritual energy, and could be molded by the user to explode in any direction. Once again, the Fox Demon used his spiritual minipulation to shape the explosion to go completely into the barrier. Hopefully with this attack, he could give Sama the opening he needed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:01 pm
::The boy's initial assumption that he would be helpless against this thing rang true when it lunged for him. Taliman's hand felt like it nearly took his head off, Deity choking violently under the pressure as the Dark Entity lifted him from the floor with ease. Fruitless kicking and struggling ensued, not one of his actions affecting the hold on his neck. The quiet Orinian's eyes began to tear at the edges as he felt his body denied the necessary oxygen around him - but he could survive longer than most other humans without air. It would take more than this to kill him, even weak as he was.
However, weakness wasn't what the boy felt most as he hanged vulnerable in the air. What he felt most was simply that - feeling. Being stricken in the throat sent a blast of heat through his body. A fleeting memory slid through his mind of the warmth brought to him by his own blood as it spilled from his chest more than a month before. The chills he suffered since his death were threatened by the shadows he felt as Taliman described the haunting events of the future. They finally exploded into a raging flame when intangible musings of danger to come transformed into very real pain, blasting him back from the dead and into his own body again. Finally, he felt like he was where he was. A massive sigh of relief would have been heard if the Tonepian's throat weren't being crushed.
Awakening though the pain was, he was somewhat startled by his would-be killer's words - momentary irony could be gleaned from the fact that this devil who wanted to kill him was was possessing someone who already had. Stretching out the pain to make a good moment last was one thing, but what the Dark Entity said made Deity start to wonder. Freedom? Wasn't this about jealous revenge? Unable to voice this query, the hapless Orinian just latched onto Taliman's arm, a weak grip trying without avail to hold himself up and ease the pressure on his jaw. The last thing he needed was to get too into the feeling of pain and get himself killed, or let the others on to the fact that he was liking it.::
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:32 pm
The fervent attempts of the little people just outside were mounting in the right direction now. Only seconds remained before they managed to break through the mist and rescue their savior.
"Yyyou needn't speak," the Entity said with a sly grin. "...we know your mmmind." The devil tore into the boy's neck with its fingernails, keeping him at full arms length in the air. It then extended the opposite arm back, the wraith form of Shinorei materializing from within the limb. The ghostly silhouette of the Entity's true arm hovered again around Taliman's as both hands clenched around the ethereal hilt of the blade.
The Entity grinned widely, snapping the blade down at the ground. The edge of the blade smashed the floorboards to pieces, sending a spark of energy up into the air and into the wall. The ravaged room around them was being eaten by the resulting flames within seconds. It seemed the blade could become tangible when it needed to. "...rrrrevenge would be.. sweet.. if that's what we wanted.. all wwwe wanted," hissed the devil as it aimed the tip of the phantom blade menacingly in Tybron's face. This time, when the Entity spoke, a singular voice slammed the building as though by a bomb. "I want...you."
Drowning out Taliman's voice, frail by comparison, this sinister rugged vocalization overpowered and replaced all others. A different force, more palpable than the energy of the sword, pulsed through the demon monarch's body. Fiery, passionate hatred toward all life. Unthinkable agony from an eternity of forced isolation. Pure, unadulterated evil in its purest form. If Taliman were being controlled by many beasts, this one beyond any shadow of doubt would be their leader. Its voice faded back into the crowd, however, when the Entity spoke next. "..we only want freedom."
Something the sword itself, Shinorei, was very well known for began to occur. A matter of moments before interruption, the Dark Entity began pulling Tybron's power from him. Like an angry, extradimensional leech, the otherworldly devil was sucking the life right out of his body. Just as Taliman had done to Jagan, the Entity was forcing Tybron to join it, to become one of the endless masses having been devoured by the demon blade. There were only a few seconds before the beloved owner of the Orion would be a dry husk of a corpse. < >
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 6:56 pm
He could feel the energy now as he breathed in, the world around him fading away as he focused in one what had to be done. His right palm snapped forward with blinding speed into the barrier, shattering it and the ensuing chaos that followed envolped the rooms. The energy release as massive a tidal wave of evil that burned against his skin. His stone body lumbering at intense speed as he burst into the room.
The cold silent figure entered and as he did so his presence would attempt to halt the evil around him. His power radiating off him as a cols chill that would slowly halt the flow of energy around him to an ice cold stop. The rooms would become silent in a sense energy wise supressing both Sources of ki or at least slowing them to a crawl.
At the same time the Devil lumbered forward with the quickness of a cobra striking. He would waste little time in trying to do anything other then restrain this entity. Sama moved in fast his large frame easily had size to his advantage as he came up swiftly behind Tali, his left arm attempting to wrap around the neck. His right arm came up under the right arm and would grasp the left wrist of his own arm. This would put Sama's bicep into Tali's throat and by going up under the right arm it would force that arm up in a akward position making the sword arm very un-effective. By squezzing it all tight and yanking back with a wide solid stance Sama intended to distract the entity long enough for Deity to kick himself free or something.
Also by squeezing it brought the right side of Tali's head against his right arm thus hindering that limb and making the energy weapon hopefully no longer a immediate threat. While also his bicep would bulge into the adams apple to block the air passage and further hinder this strange darkness.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 10:15 pm
Yo-ko had been in enough fights with Sama to know that he knew how to handle himself physically. With the rate of speed in which he closed, Yo-ko had a good idea of what he would do. The fox-demon began to enter the room to, following Sama but breaking off. He would do nothing for now for fear of getting in the way of what the huge Devil was going to do. Also, not knowing the grip of the evil-infused monarch, it would be very unwise for the little warrior to try to grab or pull the huge Orinion away. He was to sama's left, preping himself for what counter-attack or positioning he could do incase his physical grapple went bad. He would have to play by sama's insight into the situation, observe, and prepare for what coutner-attack he could do.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 6:46 pm
Well, she had asked for a little action. Just didn't think I'd get this much.....
Kirra hadn't been in much of a talking mood to begin with when she had come downstairs from her shower, more willing to observe and flirt really. Of course, that changed when Taliman drew Deity off to the lounge, out of sight where she could make passes at either of them. So that had left her amongst a crowd she didn't know, and only led her conversations so far. The screaming and noise and destruction coming from the lounge however, turned her priorities around.
The woman put down the half finished drink and headed over with the other two, joining them and watching as they over analyzed the barrier between them and the brothers beyond. Apparently they didn't know much about what Shinorei was, but then again she only knew from limited experiance Jade had with the evil blade. As Samayou and Yo-ko worked out how to get inside, the Saiya-jin woman raised her ki and easily transformed into her Super Saiya-jin state. She knew better than to try to take this on in her base form.
After that though, all she could do was wait. Kirra wasn't going to get in Tamashii's way, nor could she dive right in after the big black guy busted in. Upon gaining entrance to the lounge again, her eyes focused quickly on the situation. The Emperor was not himself, obviously no longer in control of his own body, and whatever was controlling him was removing the already weakened life from Deity. Her green eyes narrowed. No no, that could not be allowed. Kirra only shared her things with a select few, and this....thing, was not one of them.
But for now, she waited. Tamashii had it in a hold, but she couldn't pull Deity from it's grasp, not without hurting him further. If she wasn't careful, she might rip his throat out in trying to save him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 7:12 pm
In a battle such as this, size wouldn't play a factor at all. If anything it was a disadvantage for Tamashii as the Entity was smaller and not as easy to grasp as a man of Tybron's size, for example. When strength didn't determine power all it gave a combatant was more to lose. The black-eyed devil used an otherworldly power that the man of black wasn't familiar with. Like Taliman, like Samayou, like every living being the Entity had ki. But ki wasn't the source of its power. It wielded Taliman's ki like a viking wielded his hammer. What gave the Dark Entity strength was a supernatural magic unlike anything any mortal had seen. The Emperor's ki was acting as a conduit for this power. It would be a truly interesting clash between these two devils.
However that clash wouldn't spark just yet. As the mist weakened and quickly parted to allow Tamashii entry, the Entity growled under its breath. Tybron still had some juice in him, and if they were interrupted the entire process would be undone. Tamashii's speed wasn't overwhelming but it did a fine job of forcing the beast to act. These pests would fall before long. The General would have to wait until then. With a fierce roar the Entity twisted and hurled Tybron toward its attacker like a baseball.
Even at supersonic speeds a projectile of the Orinian's size and mass simply wouldn't cause damage to a fellow such as Sama. It was only to slow the man down. If for some reason Tamashii still approached, the Orinian devils inside of Taliman were ready to butt heads. Facing his first opponent now, the Entity bared its fangs and opened its arms in a welcoming if not menacing fashion. The phantom blade of Shinorei sparked with electric excitement as the room continued to burn with a ferocity only matched by the devil's angry lust for battle. After being tormented so long by endless incarceration, the monsters guiding the Emperor's strings were eager to taste blood.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 7:48 pm
Tamashii was almost upon the entity when he was forced to counter, something the General expected. Why let someone of Sama's size and strength get close, that spelt doom for most enemies he faced in combat. Instead Sama's large lumbering steps would aid him as he stretched out that last step and hunched forward. His breathe exhaling just as Deity was flung into him and crashed directly into his chest. Upon impact Sama's knees bent and his weight shifted forward as he dug in on the balls of his toes, collapsing his massive arms around Deity and hugging him close to the chest.
With a smooth wooden surface there was really little to dig into so Sama skidded a few inches back. His pale orbs gazing directly at the possessed Taliman as he held Deity close. Sama could give a s**t going head on with this thing he was more concerned denying it what it wanted, Deity. If he could at least act as a wall for now then he was doing some good but other than that his skills as an exorcist would be little use here until the vessel (Taliman) was restrained. Other than that all he could do was beat on Taliman’s body and what good would it do to the entity? Sama was muscle, talented and strong but muscle none the less he couldn't use his power source to strip the swords energy from Taliman he could only break limbs.
He had to wait for the opportune moment, for now Yo-Ko, Kirra and Caine stood a better chance than him, they also knew more about this sword then he did. The devil remained where he was, Deity in grasp until the boy could stand on his own two feet. His booming voice echoing over the noise of the flowing energies as he called out to the evil, hoping to at least keep it talking and distracted until he could restrain it.
“So you’re the Evil that I have heard about, the power of the sword. What do you want?”
A pointless and rhetorical question but as long as he kept it talking he didn’t give a s**t. He needed Deity on his feet to defend himself otherwise he couldn’t leave his side lest this thing go after him again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:18 pm
::Death was a painful experience for Deity. The savage beating he endured up until the moment of his demise was without comparison the worst physical pain he'd ever sustained. But through all of his centuries being paired with the demon blade, he'd never fought it. Not in the literal sense, anyway. He always knew that it was a soul-devouring weapon with its own sentience - that explained why it hated him so much. It went without a meal for so long due to the quiet Orinian's personal vow to never take a life.
So now, caught again in his brothers' grip - even if by the will of another - Deity fought the blade for the first time. Even in the warmth he finally felt as sharp claws tore into his neck, the boy felt a profound chill. The awakening fire of pain was being snuffed out inside of him. His half-willed attempts to free himself grew weaker. His vision began to fade, his senses dulled. I'm going back, he thought. The feeling was familiar now - he was dying. With his soul being leeched out of him, Deity struggled helplessly. He'd rather endure his current purgatory than be sent back to the silence.
As hard as he kicked, pulled and clawed, it was no use. But before the boy had the chance to give up, he felt a violent jerk to his neck and a rush of momentum - like a dying lightbulb suddenly illuminating an entire room all of his senses returned full force as he sailed backward. He threw me, he questioned. What wa--
WHAM
The bulb went out again. The impact against the man-wall that was Tama was enough to send Deity rather abruptly into unconsciousness, a fact made obvious by his limp frame hanging in the man of black's arms. Still weak from the overexertion in his last battle, the boy didn't require much of a blow to black out. He was at the mercy of the others - friend and foe alike.::
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:32 pm
A menacing, animalistic snarl permeated the building, reverberating off the walls with greater and greater intensity as Samayou spoke. The Dark Entity wasn't one for wasting time. It didn't want to answer stupid questions from stupid mortals who wanted to play hero. It needed the boy alive but not necessarily in one piece. It was running on borrowed time.
The beast within Wesley chortled. It sounded like a crowd of mildly amused closet monsters all cackling in unison at a cowering child in bed with his flashlight. It pointed with a grin at the unconsicous Tonepian in the devil's arms. "Him," was all it said as it swung both arms out. Not close enough for a physical attack, the Entity's gesture summoned the flames around it as they ate away at the walls and ceiling of the room. Funneling together like a tube the fire shot past the Entity like a dragon in flight, hungry to consume it's large, burly prey. The beast trailed behind it immediately with the phantom weapon poised to strike. Wa sit using Taliman's pyrokinesis or a separate ability?
Hovering just above the scorched floorboards the Entity flew straight for Samayou with a wild downward swing of the blade. Yet as the weapon moved through the air it retracted again, this time keeping the glowing claw in its place as the primary form of attack. The ethereal claws, extending Taliman's reach by roughly a foot, glistened with violet bolts of energy behind them as they homed in on the ashy man's neck. The speed of the strike seemed to lag behind somewhat, becoming displaced from Taliman's arm. With the effects of the Entity's powers unknown, not dodging wouldn't be smart. Blocking with Tybron in his arms, while perhaps useful, would be pretty heartless. Friends don't uses friends as meatshields.
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