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 Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 2:41 am
 The Ruined RampartThroughout the Tower of Babel rest floors which reflect the darkness inside of humanity...when humans venture within, their shadows come out to play, changing the very face of certain levels within into the dungeon of their nightmares, putting on display that which they don't want others to see. But for those whose shadows have already taken control, whose darkness rules and acts according to its own design, there are unique floors entirely under their command, bending to their will as they seek to ascend to the top of the Tower.
The 240th Floor is a ruinous battlefield, the shattered field of Tharros Gallen's inner heart. The field is littered with black outlines like corpses comprised of Shadows, and weapons and arms are scattered about covered in rust and blood that has lingered through the test of time. In the background is a crumbling wall, the vestages of a fortress that was destroyed despite the defender's bitter struggle. They say that one's home is like a castle, after all. The Ruined Ramparts reflect Tharros' long struggles to hold his home, his "castle" together, and how it was inevitably overrun and crushed underfoot by the weight of the world and the unfaltering will of his world's "attackers". His inner resentment of Sano's disappearance, Nix's newfound independence...all of it has led to the paradise of his heart being torn asunder, and left a ruinous landscape that once must have been a beautiful countryside meant for he and his family.
The entire area is now covered with an ominous fog mingled with smothering black smoke that seems even thicker than the normal gas of Tartarus, making ventures inwards nearly impossible without a sensor. Crumbling castle walls surround this arena, dying flames and ember illuminating the decimated stones that surround the battlefield awaiting it's gladiators. In fact, the walls that so ominously tower around the battlefield form a circle, similar to a great coliseum, and those caught on this field are doomed to face battle with the Shadows representing the now fallen figures of Tharros' heart. No life remains in this place, only the undead Shadows who rise to torment anyone who enters...it is a place torn about by the vices of other men, but much like Tharros' heart, is something he still finds hard to leave behind. Quote: *~:: P1-Climax [Round 1] ::~*
Tharros Gallen vs. Aleister Crowley
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 5:43 pm
Aleister Crowley: Currently Depressed the Party Got Interrupted
"Ooooh...first I lose my gift, and now this. What a dreadful way to celebrate a birthday..." Despite the fact that it was actually Rednal's birthday, Crowley seemed quite upset as he wandered into the next floor of Tartarus with a frown and downcast eyes. His friend had been relying on them to provide him with one day of relative peace, and now they were investigation a possible kidnapping and couldn't even do it as a proper team. Allowing Rednal to be drawn in like this...how could he call himself Ak'Thias' friend again, if he didn't rectify this situation before harm befell his friend! He felt like compared to this travesty, all the stains on his reputation until now were as nothing. Well perhaps he was exaggerating, but his desire to fix the situation and protect everyone was still quite something. "Perhaps the threat that we must all come was a bluff, but I know my comrade would never take that risk. And although they said they have hostages, the facts of the situation beg consideration...indeed, it seems like there's quite a bit of devilish planning going on. Perhaps, they'll even use disorienting tactics or illusory mind attacks to press their advantage! I must be prepared, regardless of the situation!" Crowley threw his hands up in a karate style stance, balancing on one foot and looking just a bit goofy. He was high spirited, he was awkward...he was the magnificent beast from a hundred years ago, Aleister Crowley! And he was ready for action.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 8:01 pm
 Tharros Gallen ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A slightly pained groaned echoed in the air as Tharros slowly got to his feet. "All I did was take two steps.. How did I end up here?" The man grumbled as he looked around the field. It was a battled field that was completely decimated and it all felt.. familiar somehow. He knew he had never been in a castle before but he just somehow knew this was connected to him somehow. "What is this place..? What does it have to do with me?" This was a puzzling situation. First was that mysterious broadcast that happened at Midnight, showing himself along with others being a part of a tournament of sorts.. Though he was very much insulted by the title placed upon him, he was more concerned by who else he saw on the screen. Nix and her friends. Recently he discovered Minori had a Persona as well but that didn't mean he wasn't worried, he still was. All he could do was hope they would all be okay until he found them.
Tharros paused when he saw a figure in the distance, one that was in some odd karate pose.. At least someone else was here. He hurried over to find it was a.. unique looking individual. "Excuse me! Uh.. Where exactly are we? Do you have any idea?" Quote: Give-and-Take: Double-cast Tarukaja or Rakukaja at the start of a battle (may only use one per-battle.) +2 Attack, +2 Defense Magician's Bracelet: Cast Mind Charge Wind Scythe Haori: Wind Boost, Wind Sword (May cast) Actions: Rakukaja x2 (in effect)
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 1:04 pm
Aleister Crowley: Currently Depressed the Party Got Interrupted
While Crowley was expecting an enemy, the good sir Tharros Gallen was not amongst those he deemed evil! Therefore when he saw this man, whom he recalled from the Midnight Channel, he cursed at the Shadow users and their dastardly plan! "Ah, Mr. Gallen! Quite unusual to meet under these sort of circumstances. Hm? You don't recognize me? I'm the magnificent, unparalleled professor of parascience, the magnificen magician with a multitude of moves, Nix's school nurse...Aleister Crowley!" It was only natural that you boast a little of your accomplishments when introducing yourself, and he meant no disrespect to dear Gallen. Of course, this "it was normal to" was based on a custom from nearly one hundred years ago and a different continent, so yeah, Tharros had the right to be kind of confused. "Ah, where are we...? Um...that's a bit difficult to answer. After all, in this world the very act of thought could bring about a where, so it really might be more a question of whom on this occasion..."
Clearly Crowley wasn't helping, and so a television screen suddenly dropped down from one of the ruined walls as a cheer filled the area. The face of General Teddie and the sexy Risette appeared on screen, and the theme of the Grand Prix began once again. "Welcome, laaaaaadies and gentleman! I'm your Host, General Teddie! It's time-" The bear continued to explain their situation, with the intention of driving the battle forward.
"...you wouldn't happen to have any emotional insecurities, would you Mr. Gallen? Something you wish to hide from others? If so that may explain why this world looks the way it does. Oh, but I've encountered many similar things before, so don't think I'm judging you! The Incredible Inquisitor and Sage Supreme of One Thousand Spells would never tread over another's problems so- " Meanwhile, Crowley was clearly paying no attention to the voice on the television screen, which caused the bear to overtly huff and puff to the side, his eyes growing rounder and more threatening as Crowley continued to speak. Was...he not aware of their situation?
"...grrr, would you mind shutting up already, you Master of the Inflated Ego? I'm trying to provide some entertainment to our viewers! If you continue to interrupt, I'll just have to kill you. Now as I was saying, this is the P-1 Cliiiimax! A fighting tournament to end all fighting tournaments. And you two are our contestants, locked in a deadly battle to decide who's the manliest of all men-"
"...and you see Mr. Gallen, I don't know how to explain this, but there are creatures called Shadows which threaten this town. I believe this is a trick in order to entice you and I to fight. I encountered something similiar the other day, so it's possible the culprit is someone..."
...It was hopeless.
"BRING ON THE RIIIIIIIING!" Four pillars crashed around them, sealing the two into a duel from which only the victor could emerge. Aaand there was a palpable sense that General Teddie would enjoy this one.
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Yokoalchemist generated a random number between
1 and 6 ...
3!
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 7:35 pm
Tharros Gallen ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Well this guy was something else entirely but in a good way. Tharros was worried for a moment that he ran into an ill willed person but instead it was.. the School Nurse? He mentioned Nix by name and that caught his attention. The silverette glanced at the tv that fell down but paid no mind when he saw a somewhat familiar figure on the screen. To him it could've been just another strange Junes commercial with the mascot in it. So he listened to Crowley and crossed his arms as he began to glance around the floor some more. If this area reflected how he felt then it would make some sense.. He just never expected it to be reflected so openly to where anyone could see it. Though this also meant there was no denying it when it was right before their faces. He would just have to discuss it later and try to figure everything out.
The man's attention was pulled away from the talking teacher as the bear on the screen made a very real threat.. This wasn't the same Teddie that walked around the food Court, that he now knew for certain. His heterochromic gaze shifted back to Crowley as he mentioned Shadows.. Looking away only to watch the pillars surround them. It seemed like they were not allowed to leave the area until one was rendered unconscious, this truly was a tournament.. "I know what Shadows are, Mr. Crowley.. I'm no stranger to them anymore." Tharros paused to point to the red armband around his right arm. To those that new about SEES, it would be a clear sign he was affiliated with them. "Temporary SEES-2 member.. We can discuss my possible emotional insecurities but we have a more pressing issue."
Tharros unfolded his arms to bring out his Evoker, holding it at the ready. "You know my sister and you know about the Shadows.. I saw her on that Midnight Channel so that must mean she is here. I have to find her and get to the bottom of this.. I'm sorry but you need to get out of my way." If Nix was in a place like this then there were two possibilities. One, she had no idea about shadows and was in this place defenseless. Or two, she had a Persona and had gotten involved with this manner of business somehow. He had to get to the bottom of this and unfortunately the only way was to win this match. "Come forth.. Phallon!" With a pull of the trigger, an armor clad Persona appeared to unless a flurry of physical attacks upon the I. Team member and signalling the start of this brawl. Quote: Actions: Pralaya: Very high damage on all enemies.(Randomly cause Death) (Target: Crowley) ( Phys Boost) Give-and-Take: Double-cast Tarukaja or Rakukaja at the start of a battle (may only use one per-battle.) +2 Attack, +2 Defense Magician's Bracelet: Cast Mind Charge Wind Scythe Haori: Wind Boost, Wind Sword (May cast) Actions: Rakukaja x2 (in effect)
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 1:02 pm
Aleister Crowley: Helping Mr. Gallen Out
"Please, Mr. Tharros, you're only giving them what they want! With enough scientific observation, we can find a way to-" The I.Teamer failed to get through to the SEES-2 member, as Tharros quickly and rashly lashed out at one of the only people here likely to help him. He felt genuinely sympathetic to Mr. Gallen's plight, but others would have prioritized the mission...he however sought to answer the SEES-2 member's quandaries, even as his Persona appeared and unleashed a punishing blow Crowley's direction. "Nng...Mr. Gallen, please listen! There's no need to go so far to find your answers; Nix arrived here with myself, and our friends. We've encountered something similar recently Mr. Gallen, so I know they're just trying to manipulate us. If we work together, however, I'm sure we can escape this situation." There was blood already running down Crowley's side, dripping from his torn coat...had he even chosen to defend against that blow, in truth? It begged the question of whether his heart was in getting past Mr. Gallen at all. "I don't want to fight...but perhaps your newfound strength is rushing to your head? Then allow me to help you calm down." Crowley raised his hand and a card appeared, which he quickly slashed through with his claws. Above him appeared a beautiful woman who looked almost human, far different from many Persona, and with a single kiss blown Tharros' way strength began to sap from the SEES-Temp's body. And yet, Crowley didn't move from his spot, standing with a lax stance and no movements save for a hand which moved to grip his shoulder, perhaps trying to ease away the pain. Quote: Cripple: War Cry effect. (Debilitate x2)
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 1:39 am
Tharros Gallen ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Tharros watched the human-like Persona and felt his strength wane a good amount due to whatever spell was placed on him. Heterochromic eyes shifted to Crowley, more specifically the wound he caused on his side. He did jump the gun, almost literally in a way, but surely the other man had to realize the gravity of the situation. If they just stood there then they would be trapped while the others were doing who knows what! Though what the school nurse said caught his attention.. He said Nix and the others arrived here and had encountered a tournament like this before. This meant his worst fears had become reality.. All this time he had been in Inaba, Nix was knee deep in otherworldly dangers. "My strength isn't getting to my head.. As I said before, I needed to press forward to find my sister." He answered as his free hand balled into a fist.
Why didn't Nix tell him about this sooner? Did she not trust him or was it something more? The bracelet around his wrist gave a strange glow before filling him with extra magical energy, hopefully making up for what was lost for one more spell. "You will tell me everything you know.. What has Nix gotten herself into and what is this place!?" The silverette's temper was starting to rise, causing nearby shadows to shift in response. He couldn't help it though, there were so many things that were being hidden from him and he wanted to know why! Quote: Actions: Mind Charge 2.5x power for the next magic attack used. (Target: Self) Give-and-Take: Double-cast Tarukaja or Rakukaja at the start of a battle (may only use one per-battle.) +2 Attack, +2 Defense Magician's Bracelet: Cast Mind Charge Wind Scythe Haori: Wind Boost, Wind Sword (May cast) Actions: Rakukaja x2 (in effect)
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 7:47 pm
Aleister Crowley: Helping Mr. Gallen Out
"If you lose your temper, then that's pretty much the definition of letting your power go to your head. And considering this world feeds on your negativity, I think it's better if we remain calm." Crowley was quick to notice the temperamental Shadows coming to life, and shook his head. It would be wise to stop Tharros from losing his cool, and furious combat wouldn't make things better. "Not every matter can be solved by combat. I can tell from this world you've been fighting a battle of your own for quite some time, but you need to know when to trust others." Crowley raised a hand and slicked his hair down, before pulling his cloak back over his shoulders. It seemed like getting riled up was only going to make things worse...instead, he was clearly putting away his weapons and preparing for a peaceful solution. "Inside Babel, your paranoia can turn against you. If you go out of control, your Persona will turn back into a Shadow...and you'll end up a victim of your own weakness. Ego sum inimicus proprius pessimus meus, as they say. So first, why don't you relax, and analyze your surroundings. They must seem familiar...perhaps even offputting. But if you don't accept that this is your heart, and what you've done to it, then you won't be able to move forward. This ruined landscape is your doing. A physical present representing your emotions." Tumultuous winds had begun to pick up around the pair as Tharros' anger rose, a sweeping wind that only made the fog thicker and quicker to gag those who breathed it in. Crowley had a guess that the source was Tharros' impatience...and he hoped to point it out to the SEES-er in time.
"Nix has already been through something similar. In terms of maturity, I'm sure you understand but...she has already surpassed you. And with friends at her side, she's safe, even in this environment. First we have to calm your heart, Mr. Gallen...then you can look for your sister, and be ready to accept whatever comes." Crowley dropped into a sitting position with legs crossed, and motioned for Tharros to do the same. He would share a bit of his knowledge, and hopefully give Tharros a bit of insight into himself. Then, if he succeeded in helping the troubled youth to grow a bit as a person, he would tell him how he could reach his younger sister and just what burden she was bearing. But right now if Tharros were to find her, he might only make the weight upon her shoulders heavier...when as her sibling, it was his duty to support her and lend a hand, instead. "You must understand Mr. Gallen, the you as you are would only burden Nix. What she needs are those who support her, moreso than a guardian who wants her to deny her true feelings. But first, I think we need to help you get to the heart of your feelings. So I'm going to listen, until you have nothing else to say." Crowley folded his arms, showing once again that he was ready to bear with Tharros in patience, and lend what wisdom he'd garnered over the course of a hundred years worth of journeying.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 9:18 pm
Quote:  *~:: P1-Climax Results - Round 1 ::~*Tharros Gallen Def. Aleister Crowley [Psychological Evaluation!][Tharros advances to [Round 2 Stage - Trashed Chapel]! Crowley may go anywhere else in the Tournament, but cannot interfere in P1-Climax Battles!]
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