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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:00 pm
Problem was, that with flash freezing... it's just one blink and it's there. Lots of power to save on time, and to catch people off guard, which is what Lazenca was all about. He knew it was dicey throwing more ice at Unsane, but that's why there was the exploding factor, the immediate release of energy and control. It was usually a choice made on the fly wether or not he wanted to collapse the ice cage... but here, it was a necessity.
Not that it mattered, you know? Especially since Unsane ignored the fact that he was getting trapped, which didn't actually happen because he could still go through it like it was air nothing. With the speed of things, Lazenca would have been upended and winded at the same time as the empty cage, now just behind Unsane, imploded without him in it. Without a target, the attack was all but wasted, but maybe there'd be a little force that pushed Unsane? Who knows, Lazenca wasn't thinking about that.
He was just trying to process the fact that Unsane completely overrode his attack, and hoping the snowy sand was soft for the landing.
Re-enter he, who jumped through the fubar'd attack with a flying knee to Unsane's side.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:18 pm
The Doppelganger's knee caught Unsane, and again the elemental slid across the sand for a feet. The impact was curiously softened, though, by a thick ... snowball? The snow and ice had gathered at Unsane's side to catch the knee, and while it still hurt enough to make him cough, the demon was allowed to keep steady on both feet. With every sacrifice, Unsane was getting closer to the power he had back in the Underworld, before he stepped foot under Gaia's sun. Back when he was the Overlord.
He loved it.
Unsane stepped around to face the Doppelganger and Lazenca. With a jerk of the hand, he sent the remains of Lazenca's Backlash Grenade to slam into the Doppelganger. With some luck, the clone might even stumble and crash into Lazenca as well.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:45 pm
It crashed and stumbled over the suprise of a quick counter, but not into Lazenca. The two were still opposite each other in relation to Unsane... Laz in front, the Doppelganger more or less to the back with a bit of side to have attacked Unsane's side. The Doppler was down and for just a little bit, Lazenca was as well.
The getting up was a bit slower than normal as he tried to get the breath back in his body. As much as possible, he kept his focus on Unsane to make sure there weren't any attacks coming at him as he slowly stood.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:52 pm
Unsane hurried back to Lazenca while the clone was still out of it. "Yop." He said jovially as he sat square onto Lazenca's stomach, one knee to each of the wolf man's side. While the position was comfy, Unsane still didn't want Laz to throw him off, or try anything dirty at such close quarter.
That's why the demon reached to grab both of his opponent's biceps and pushed them to the floor. If nothing was done, an instant later, Lazenca's arms would sport a hole each, with a spike of ice going right through them and into the ground below, connecting it to Unsane's palms, and keeping the man down.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:04 pm
Lazenca had never shifted out of his Negative state. So he was still 10 feet tall and proportinately big. A little bit slower, but the power made up for it. The Doppler was the same.
So... when Unsane went to sit on him.. he palmed the demon's head and threw him away like a rag doll. Simple overpowering type thing.
"Get the hell away from me..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:14 pm
Served the demon right for getting cheeky. The demon ended his slide against one of his own ice chunks, grunting at the impact. His shirt had taken up quite a beating from the repetitive slides against the harsh ground, and to tell the truth, Unsane himself had enough of being thrown around.
"Like you're in any position to order me around.." The cold zone was making the winds go berzerk, howling loudly across the battlefield. Yet, the fighters could hear each other just fine over it. It was one of these things ...
"Y'know", said Unsane as he pulled a water bottle out of his pocket. "It'd take a big load off your shoulders if you called on the Oblivion spell. Heck, considering your strength, you'd prolly just break me like a twig."
He took a sip, keeping a half-smile on. How did he stuff all that s**t in his pockets anyway?
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 7:40 pm
It was kinda crazy out there. The desert... you couldn't really call it a desert where they were standing, since the whole place was iced over. The sand... usually, it was warm and good for sinking into and keeping warm when the sun went down. With no cloud cover, the unforgiving heat simply rose back into the atmosphere and the place was quite cold.
But still, a little warmer than it was now.
There were also localized tornadoes, freak storms being created and fading away as the hot current had to battle the newly created, ever expanding cold zone for dominance. The sun was a great power in the sky, but those two down there weren't slackers either. The heat was losing, badly. However, the screaming winds and steaming landscape showed that it wasn't going down without a fight.
Lazenca stepped forward, snarling into the wind. "I don't need it! You mean to kill me... I'll break you with my own two hands!"
--
Such an event as a terraforming or otherwise changing of the landscape doesn't go unnoticed. The first time was in the remote Tundra of Guldor, where crews were worried about drowning in melting waters. The choppers were able to get out after the fact, and they saw the effects... A huge chunk of what was supposed to be tundra, was almost tropical. The sky had a sort of magical shine when the rays were broken across the clouds, enhanced by prismatic beams shining from water droplets hanging onto trees.
This time, it was freak tornadoes keeping the crews from approaching. However, the satellites high above were able to see it. The winds around them were swirling, and the air became damp, when it wasn't bitterly cold... the entire land was crying out.
The meteorologists went to put all of the desert under a tornado warning.
--
The one step was all he took as his mind blanked, and the image of his own death was all he saw. Standing at the lakeside, nearly drowning but instead getting eaten. It had the appearance of a fish, not as it passed through his body, he knew it to be much more.
What... was Oblivion?
"You're using it, aren't you? You're sacrificing something... I don't have anything but myself! I don't have anyone but myself!"
He hadn't even his own sanity to offer.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:12 pm
"Oh, piss off, Lazenca!" Hissed Unsane. "I don't remember you being that much of a whiner. You've got the whole damn world to give up! You're rich with crap you don't even know of! The day I gave you the spell, you even threw away your goddamn life for it! Here, look: To my vassal, I offer my hunger!"
To my lord, I offer my sword.
Unsane would curse himself for that one later. The sand surrounding Unsane grew bumpy with chunks of ice growing. Flat, chubby stalactites forming before breaking up and rising into the air.
"It's nothing harder than that!"
This was the highest he could go with temporary sacrifices. After the fight, he'll be coughing blood, his arm will be shattered and he'll stay hungry for three days, but all those wore off after a time. One could give so much more...
"You're one against an army, Laz. If you dare still say you'll break me with two hands, I have no choice but to shatter you with a hundred."
No dashing this time. Unsane would walk to Lazenca and the Doppelganger, the strength of a small army making the snow and ice swirl around him, revealing the monster that he really was: a demon of ice.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:44 pm
What would YOU do to live? To survive? For a Klondike Bar? What could you possibly offer, when you were sure that the only thing you actually owned, was your own body?
"To my vassal..."
The Doppelganger stared ahead, putting itself between the fearsome force that was Unsane, and Lazenca.
"I offer my body!"
To my lord, I offer my sword.
His left arm began to burn, as if someone had taken a brand to it. He was losing his footing, and was almost forced to his knees from the sheer pain of it. Not because of what he had just done, the sacrifice... it wasn't the direct reason. It was because of what Oblivion had to go through to... activate, to be awakened. To be of any use.
Lazenca's left arm was where his Medium lie. Many mage-types use their own body to store and channel power, and many others use cards, incantations, tinctures and other forms of spells. This was the same way... his living tattoo was what allowed him to control his power so well, to channel it from whatever elemental or spiritual plane it needed to be drawn from, and use it. Whenever he reached a new landmark, the arm was given a new band... text in Esterian language that would serve as a kind of reminder to the unconcious mind of where he was, how strong he was, what he could actually do. And where he needed to go.
Oblivion was... there was something different about it. The entire tattoo was glowing a neon blue, which was typical when a new band was being drawn. However, the band kept being erased when it attempted to write. The others were rejecting it.
Prime. Lock. Force. Heart. Body. Mind. She. His body was never meant to control this much power, and the Medium was letting him know it. Oblivion would not be refused so easily. Beneath the bandages worn since the arm was blown up, beneath the bracer, wild lines of blue and black snaked outward, tendrils reaching in every direction as they fought for the right to remain. The arm itself began to bleed horribly.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:54 pm
The plastic bottle Unsane was still holding exploded, while the water within it froze and extended in the shape of a short sword. The demon licked his lips with delight as he raced forward, the tip of the sword screeching as it dragged into the sand. That pesky Doppelganger was ruining the show. Not only that, but Unsane knew that if he didn't hurry, he'd be in a whole lot of trouble, though he only had himself to blame.
Play with fire ...
The demon stopped in front of the Doppelganger slash diagonally from left to right at his chest. While made of ice, the sword should be underestimated, and was just as sharp as a sturdy steel weapon.
It was only a distraction, though. Should the Doppelganger evade, a spear of ice would erupt from the floor toward whichever direction he took, to gouge him in the stomach. The only safe way would be backward, closer to Lazenca.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 9:26 pm
No, no evasion... Lazenca and by extention the Doppelganger were ones who knew how to parry, and did it as often as possible to break up any potential chains of swinging and herding somewhere which would lead to a mistake somewhere that had him speared. No thanks... stop the blade from falling, and you can stop a lot.
Case in point, the Doppelganger's left side went forward, that arm moving up. The crystal sword was allowed to meet the hard material at the forearm, where Lazenca's bracers were. They were there on the double, it's just that everything was black and shadowy. However, they were indeed there. In the same pseudo-twisting motion that had him forearm slapping the ice sword away, the right hand twisted around for a half-hook, half-uppercut.
As for him... one could get used to a chronic pain, especially when it kept happening every time you leveled up. It was there, throbbing, but he began to notice it less and less. And he began to growl more and more. He was on his feet... it seemed like the two forces were starting to compromise, because the tendrils were less active, less wild and searching for something. They began to drop back onto and under a bleeding bandage, taking new places on the arm. It had all changed again somehow. That was typical... being a living tattoo, it changed a lot. But this time... it had taken seven bands to get up to his bicep. The tattoo was covering his left arm, and still starting to settle on that side of his body.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 9:38 pm
Once it left Unsane's hand, the sword flew off in the wind and went to lodge itself in one of the bunches of snow that were gathering up, replacing the sand dunes. Unsane forgot all about it though. He spun to his left and stepped in toward the Doppelganger to dodge the fist. The demon's own right hand raised toward his opponent's chin in a palm thrust that would be accompanied by a burst of snow very similar to the golf balls from earlier, although smaller in area.
"Get out of my way!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 12:56 pm
So, he was spinning in towards the fist? Well if the punch couldn't connect, he was closing off his right side with the twist... there was a large shoulder stopping Unsane's chin check. The Doppelganger tucked its head behind the chin and pushed towards Unsane, a short ram which purpose was less for pain and more for keeping him busy, maybe making him stumble of the situation allowed it.
Ultimately, he was keeping himself between Unsane and Lazenca.
The palm, the wrist, the forearm, the bicep, the shoulder, the neck... and still tendrils remained, waiting to find a place to settle upon his body. One would think that he wanted to approach Unsane then and start to raise hell alongside the Doppelganger, but it's not what happened.
Not right away, at least.In the land of the Ferrus, pt. 1
Aki Ana woke later than what she was used to. Lying on her covers in the stone temple, she reasoned with herself that she was a bit more tired than she'd previously thought she was, and her body made up for it. With a quiet groan, she sat up to face the morning. The rays were already warming the tower, beams of yellow and white giving light to an otherwise gray place. The Ferrus had no way to do anything about the appearance of this place; they accepted it as it was and made do. And so would the humans.
Raising to her feet, she gathered up her robe about her shoulders and began to walk down the spiraling stairs. She was a bit suprised that Loki hadn't greeted her already, but that was the way things were lately. Ever since the arrival of Wolfgang, Loki's found other things to do. The thought of it made Aki smile. Her lips settled when her ears twitched, picking up the sound of grunting and water.
Breaking into the outside, she walked on until she saw the stream. His back was to her as he moved. She couldn't describe it more than... than as a dance of some sort.
"Lazenca...? What... are you doing?"
He continued his movements, the slow twirling of his hands. "Good morning, Aki. You can come in if you want, it's safe."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:02 pm
Unsane almost felt like stopping trying and just wait for Lazenca. He caressed the idea of standing there until the Doppelganger moved by himself for a moment as he was pushed back, skidding in the snow. The thought vanished as the demon planted his foot solid in the ground. Tentacles of ice flailed out to raise along the foot and the leg.
"Move ..."
They thickened as it reached his right shoulder, the matching arm pulling back.
"OUT!"
The demon punched the air, and the tentacles followed, shooting out toward the Doppelganger like an extension of his arm. Twisting, coiling, wrapping upon themselves and stretching forward at great speed. They'd only separated upon touching something, anything, to wrap around it and bind tightly, wether it was the Doppelganger, Lazenca, a piece of ice or a desert mouse.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 2:55 pm
In the land of the Ferrus, pt. 2 Aki hesitated, but secured her robes about her and entered the stream. It would be fine... some time alone, and she could dry the cloth in the sun that was soon to warm the lands. "What are you doing?"
"It's a kind of training. For the sake of naming it, I call it water play."
"So you're--?" She remained away from Lazenca and the turbulent, suprisingly cold waters. "You're doing that, with the water?"
He nodded, then held his right hand out while lifting it higher. The swirling, churning waters lifted in an unsteady column that seemed to want to hold its shape, but soon collapsed to join the mass. "I could never do it for long... it's a drain. I'm just not... aurally strong enough for it."
The elf was suprised, learning more and more about her new friend and trainer. "But if you keep this up, maybe one day you'll do what you want to?"
He laughed and slowed to a halt, allowing the waters to stop gently. Lazenca then rolled his shoulder. "Heh, one day. Not today."
He thrust his right arm out, and the winds stopped. The swirling winds full of curious moisture and freezing cold winds, the localized and one major system blending together to make one supertornado. With the high amount of moisture in the air, some were going as far as to call it a hurricane. It was an event that had the meterologists confounded, confused, and flabbergasted.
 They stopped, and their section of the world was frozen in tsylence.
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