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 Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 10:10 pm
The Entity watched this one-sided argument of sorts from the middle of the room. The mage, or whatever bottom-feeding wretch it was that was using her as a vessel, would not be able to combat the Dark Entity with any greater efficiency by holding the sword. Exactly the opposite was true. It was akin to trying to duel a samurai by letting him transfix you upon his weapon first. Striving for defeat before ever beginning the contest. Realizing that Epithany couldn't fathom the danger she was in the material blade itself did much more than struggle at that point. Adhering itself to her palm it lurched violently forward, tugging her body along like a string before turning the flat side of the blade toward her chest and slamming itself back toward her. Out of her control her arm would guide the swing and hold it tirelessly in place as the woman was thrown backward into the air.
Once adorned by an ornate assortment of wines, liquors and beers, the burnt, cracked remnants of the bar shelves made poor cushions as the mage-turned-puppet was hurled through them and pressed against the wall like a magnet by the unseen force controlling Shinorei. Pinned as she was Epithany's ribcage was being crushed as though by a nutcracker, the sword dragging her several feet on her way toward the ceiling. Throughout this act the Dark Entity merely watched, orchestrating this event with the sense of accomplishment only shared by a bully picking on a boy half his size. Was this fair? No. Enjoyable? Quite. Shinorei had been used enough. Only now would the world see how it felt about being carried around as a toy for the last sixty thousand years. For an eternity.
The familiar hazy violet glow spiraled its way out of the black blade, enveloping the material weapon and signaling the woman's coming demise. As the cloudy energy washed over the mage's body it centered around her sword arm, acting as an usher and beginning the tedious, gruesome process of pulling a being's soul from it's body. Like Samayou before and Tybron before him, Epithany only had so many seconds left to regret her actions. Perhaps like them she would get lucky? Without having been pierced her soul would have to physcially exit her form, travel down the arm and enter the sword. It was painful, it was slow, and it would leave her escape attempts increasingly more pitiful as her life force was systematically consumed. The entire affair was a beautiful show as glowing white ethereal fog danced lazily into view, shining brilliantly with gentle steps around the abominable darkness which guided it on its way to the shadows at the end of the tunnel.
As the unmanned sword sucked the life out of the magician the Entity looked on with a collected yet hungry anticipation. How long did the others plan to sit and watch their friend's very essence of life being eaten alive? The beast puppeteer readied itself to pounce upon the first contender, a veritable buffet of insolent mortals eager to throw themselves into the abyss. < >
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 10:30 pm
The Fierce Deity < ....and he's not a Saiya-jin, Deity's human.>> {{...Smelling Salts are for pussies.....XD Besides this way u can do soemthing...or hang out and drink soem beer off your destroyed bar...that works too. XD
Really? O that's right ur the half wolf deal, Jad eis the saiyin-jin deal. U'll look alike to me. You ain;t 6'6" and u dont have black skin, ur all white to me. XD}}
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 9:06 am
Sighing a disembodied voice could be heard.
"Geez, the waiting is the hardest part...You'd think they would just hurry up!"
Epithany's expression drew blank as the blade took on its ethereal glow, plunging itself into her chest. Strangely a smile creased on her lips. At once fissures crackled and spread all over the surface of the mage's flesh, as the very air about her broken form began to darken.
Laughing lightly the disembodied voice spoke once again
"Finally a proper energy signature...How's it feel to be eaten yourself."
A resounding explosive crackle of energy issued forth into the air as the mage's body crumpled into the abyss of darkness that had issued forth from her battered form hovering in space. Opposing tendrils of darkness had latched onto the ethereal glow of the hungry blade feeding on it just as it had attempted to feed itself.
The mage had never truly been there, but a carefully crafted construct had been placed. She just needed a proper energy signature for her trap to do its work. How interlinked Taliman's essence was to blade was another question. Where the mage actually was, she was not escaping her hiding place at this time. But was clearly nearby.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 9:26 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:21 am
((She's in the immediate area, close enough that her voice can be heard in earshot of the events taking place. Beyond that it would defeat the purpose of the spell to tell you anything more.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 2:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 3:19 pm
((She cast multiple spells. One created the Construct, another is hiding her presence from everyone. Seeing her cast the spell doesn't mean a thing. Knowing she cast a spell doesn't make its properties any more known.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 3:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 5:31 pm
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Kenta was determined not to let Tama get in his way again, on purpose or otherwise. The moment the black giant stepped to block his path, Kenta maneuvered around him. Rather than trying to step around or through the large man, Kenta went under, right between Sama's legs. However, he didn't tuck and roll, but rather transformed into a kitsune, slipped by the devil, shifted back into a humanoid, and made a mad dash straight for Tali.
Because of his haste and his shift in motion, his intention to kick had to be changed to a punch. Although it was obvious from his ki circulation that his left fist was going to be the source of the assault, he was hoping the Entity's distraction with Miss Pith was enough to get him close enough for a solid strike.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 8:58 pm
Kirra grimaced as she shifted, watching as Epithany was pushed against the wall above the bar and then slid upwards by the demonic blade. It wasn't the smartest thing to, messing with that thing, but Pith wasn't a strict Ki user, so she may have had an idea. Didn't seem to work though.
The woman gritted her teeth, reaching up with her left arm and tearing off her blood soaked right sleeve. Then, using both her left hand and teeth, she tightened the fabric around her right shoulder to constrict the flow of blood from the bullet wound.
Coughing violently once and spitting out the resulting blood from her mouth, she went into a crouch and slipped over to where Caine was crouched in hiding, watching the Entity. "You want your boss back, right? Then I need your help." She waited until she had his full attention, before laying it out. "Distract him, I need to get upstairs and get Seinorei."
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 9:32 pm
Sama watched as Kirra slipped away, Pith was suddenly eaten and vanished and kenta slipped right thru his legs. It seemed he could do little mto control any events and honestly he didn't want to. As a Gatekeeper he knew that fate would decide how things turned out, all of them held their lives in their own hands.
Sama was now powerless against this but no matter how hard or well he could perform a body slam it just wouldn't work on this thing. He had to take a new approach, perhaps an older one, one more older then this entity itself.
Sama was unaware of what his Major or Deity where up too, honestly he didn;t care. The woman could more then handle herself and instead Sama let things take their own course. His hands folding together in some sort of symbolic fashion before his chest as he stood relaxed and began to whisper a prayer.....
Who knows how this would go......
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 11:38 am
That wasn't much of a surprise. It would have been a truly ignorant act, what the mage would've had the crowd believe she had done. The fact that the doppelganger was more of a puppet than Taliman himself made more sense than one of the more intellectually inclined morsels on the planet willingly succumbing to defeat in such a pitiful and meaningless way. It was an impressive feat to replicate her life force in such a convincing way. It made her seem that much tastier.
Of course her clever move accomplished nothing more than prolonging the duration of the Entity's hunt for food. Feeling a little cheated by the false mage it was trying to eat, the demon blade hovered away from the wall, unsated. It whirled about, spinning in place for a moment before aiming itself toward the earth and falling. Spearing itself into the floor with a fiery snarl, the dark sword became stagnant. Only acting because it was acted upon, the sword itself didn't need to participate in the Entitys affairs.
Of course while this was happening the therianthropist scurried out from under the black-skinned man and dove in for an offensive strike. Unaware though it was up until this point that Kenta possessed the abilities of a shapeshifter, the Dark Entity nonetheless reacted accordingly. Remaining in the air it shifted deftly outside of the punch with a counterclockwise spin. The spin was swift to the point that when the strike reached its intended distance and position, the beasts back was to it on the left side. When the Entity completed its spin it guided Kenta further along with it hand, planting a palm to the back of the shoulder and forcing the future boy forward. It wasn't merely a simple deflecting gesture. Augmenting the Emperor's arm was an isolated gust of wind sweeping Kenta off his feet. Spawned from thin air the brief tornado-force sweep would make his escape more difficult while making the Entity's counter that much more successful.
Unless Kenta could escape the parry he was subject to a horizontal slice of the phantom blade across his back when the Entity completed the turn. The burning sting of the gash from the weapon's dark fire would be anything but pleasant, but he wasn't in danger of being cleaved in two. On the note of painful injuries, Kirra's was about to be the least of her problems. Before she would ever have the chance to roll her plan into action she would need to deal with the turbulent hazard headed toward her. At the end of its sword swing the Dark Entity, its left side to the bar now, it had the girl in its sights. She spoke the proverbial magic word directing the puppeteer's newfound need for death and wanton destruction across her path.
"Break," said the Entity again. The dozens of cackles and shouts slithering through the structure of the building mimicked its words as always, the beast clenching its left hand as it initiated the attack. Its palm aimed the same way it had when it summarily dismantled Kenta's weapon, now it was trained upon Kirra. The mysterious alien form of magic moved silently as a swift blur sending ripples through the air. Manufactured to break down anything it came into contact with, it made one wonder what a Saiyajin looked like once she was reduced to individual body parts.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 4:46 pm
Expectantly, Kenta missed with his assault. Partially thanks to Tama, but largely thanks to the very direct nature of his attack, he had less than no element of surprise working in his favor.
Up until he exploded.
Considering the amount of energy he had charged and the proximity he had to Tali's body, it would prove to be a pretty dangerous explosion; the thermal energy of which would char the flesh of the possessed emperor if he resisted the concussive blast, which in itself was enough to do plenty of internal damage if not cause a second-degree burn or two.
Apparently Miss Pith wasn't the only person who had pulled a vanishing act. Kenta's trick wasn't an after-image. Such a technique could still be seen - by the tainted walls of the club if not by Tali's own one eye. Nor was it a psychic illusion, for the boy had learned his lesson the first two times. This time, Kenta did the only thing he could think of left to do. It was his end game for this fight.
"There's more than one way to cast an illusion," came the sound of his voice from near the door. Not a moment later did his body come into sight, him looking all the worse for wear. When he made his initial dash for the emperor, he had actually propelled himself away from instead of toward his target. The large ki focused in his hand was in actuality the remaining energy he had after his escape attempt with which to launch the assault. Once it was well within range and the entity was just a hair's breadth from touching "Kenta," the ki erupted before it could literally feel anything was amiss.
"The most basic thing a kitsune can do is alter visual reality, but it's only ever a trick of the light," he said with as much humor as he could muster between breaths. The boy figured the entity would likely rely on what could be "seen" to detect his location, and resort to psychic backlash if he singled the thing out. He also couldn't rely on after-images because one could just as well follow the ki if not their own eyes. Thus far, Kenta noticed that it relied on the visual and ki, with psychic being tertiary for anyone so foolish. It seemed unlikely that it was sniffing around this whole time.
He knew he wasn't gonna win on talent or power, so he chose instead to send every ounce of his notable ki signature toward the entity while expelling the rest to send his now virtually useless body away, using only the trick of lighting to make himself invisible while his bomb served as a doppelganger.
It was the only surprise element he could think of simply because it was so basic that it was probably not among the list of things to look out for, and if it failed, there was nothing else he could do. If he managed to survive the fight and get out of the club, it would be a long walk home to say the least.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 6:03 am
[You'll get a post from me later tonight. Going out with the family today.]
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 6:18 pm
[Okay, so I lied.]
Caine turned and only nodded as Kirra laid out her plan of attack. Simple, to the point. He definitely enjoyed her company more than that of her alter ego, even in the middle of a life-or-death battle. However, he wasn't the only one listening to her plan.
As they shifted to set everything into motion, the Entity's voices cackled around them. He had seen what happened to the gun the last time. Getting the other sword definitely seemed like the right idea now, considering how swift the retaliation was just from it's name. And to do that, Kirra needed to be in once piece.
The General reacted the first way that came to mind. He swung out his hand, aiming a kiai at Kirra to forcefully move her out of the way. Yea, it would probably hurt with her current injuries and the fact she'd probably be slammed into what remained of the bar, but that was better than being bits and pieces all over the place.
He then stood up, straightening out his jacket sleeve."Get movin', Kid." And that was the only downtime he gave himself. The next instant his aura was sending debris flying in all directions away from him, and tearing up the already damaged flooring under him. Streaks of gold ran through his ebony hair before taking over entirely, and the rare sight of both his eyes changing to a matching shade of green. His ki didn't stop rising though as soon as his transformation was complete, however.
It didn't even stop as he took off, headed straight for his possessed boss. His green eyes were bright with adrenaline, a grin the size of a small planet on his face. He knew his life was at great risk here, and that only pumped him up more. Saewin closed in rapidly on the Entity, head on. It already knew he would be coming, so no reason to try and be sneaky and fancy.The General headed in to battle, folding his right arm inwards and gripping that fist with his left hand to brace it as he aimed his elbow for the Entity's neck.
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