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| Who are you cheering for? |
| Tacitus |
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| Deity |
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:40 am
Quote: ((Teleporting someone else against their will DQs them in the same manner as a TKO.)) No, because unlike regular TKO, you cannot force a person out against their own will with any ability that is not allowed, aka teleporting. It's not like a legible TKO, and I don't know why I'm speaking of it at this time of the tournament since TKOs don't exist in this round (though they will be in the next one), but teleporting is still teleporting and is not allowed at all. It's evident enough about the Dyne vs Gelmax match due to it being a long debate, so that's easy enough to distinguish that even Clash was finding a problem there.
But this isn't Clash, it's me, and I'm saying get rid of the ability or I'm going to DQ Tacitus in this battle. This is my last warning, because nothing says fault in rules than letting anything slide that easy. I can't give you any leeway in that, so get rid of the effect. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to resort to those actions if that request is not met. It's up to you whether you decide to or not.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 1:43 pm
((Fine then, its a solid cage that disallows anything from going in or out that is not energy based. Any physical force or particulate matter is trapped inside the wall until the wall is broken or dismissed, whereby all effects resume. If deity would be so kind as to post, I'd like to at least try to finish this, though now that we've wasted two days I don't really see that happening.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:06 pm
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::The boy takes notice of the effect the strange barrier seems to have as he passes his sword through it. There is no impact at all, denoting that the cage is indeed of some form of intangible energy. Retracting Seinorei, his arm keeps the soothing blue-white glow about it as he grips the hilt of his smaller Hayahanekon sword, positioned behind his waist. Spinning the sword in his hand so that it's aimed tip-up, he arches a brow as Tacitus speaks, listening to his words.
One could construe him as rather arrogant, though the Orinian has run into those types before. Still, if what he says is credible, Deity is able to attack while within this confinement. As a second test - not answering Tac's query with more than that glance - the quiet boy extends Hayahanekon and taps the tip against it. There is a significant difference. In fact, while the Spirit Blade was completely unaffected, Hayahanekon taps firmly against it as though it were a solid wall, added pressure doing little to penetrate it. So Deity - as a body of solid matter - can't pass through, though apparently his energy-oriented attacks can do so freely. Interesting technique.
Tossing the light sword into the air and catching it tip-down, he slides it deftly into its scabbard once more before again summoning the ki sword. This really isn't the most ideal situation, he says silently in his head, but it's not as one-sided as first looks may figure. Focusing his attention once again on Tacitus, the Tonepian takes note that the scarred armor of Tac's arms has replaced itself as the one-sided conversation carried on. So, doing damage to the old man is only tough so far as his armor can withstand what he puts it through, and that blast was a bit much.
Figuring it best to continue on despite the circumstances, the tall Orinian swerves into a sudden counter-clockwise rotation, red aura flaring about as he spins. As he comes around full circle, his left arm swings out as though in a backhanding motion. From the wave of his aura are released four red ki orbs, each with a rough diameter of five inches and a high velocity expected of their creator. They speed from within the cage, paths arcing only slightly as they close in on Tacitus; all four appear to be concentrated on the chest and midsection.
Unlike the attacks used earlier, the ki balls will not follow the armor-clad man, but also can't withstand a blow from his maces like the Propeller Blades could. Upon an impact forceful enough these orbs will detonate, though all four together still shouldn't be as great as the boy's last attack.::
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:37 pm
Tac let out a groan as Deity returned to the offensive, his bones creaking as he began to move. A surge of orange light surrounded his maces as he lifted them above his head, of a color more fitting the walls of Deity's cage and Tac's platform than the glow one of them had recently lost. With a metallic snap his body jerked and the two went flying, aimed to intercept two -or possibly more- with a fair deal of force, amplified by the devices within. With his right hand pressed against his armor, though it didn't help, the left drew the over sized firearm once more, launching off a spray into the orb's path. His helmet began to close once more as he darted off to one side, "Take that as a no." Any bullets shells that strike the walls of Deity's cage would stop dead and fall away as gravity reclaimed them.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 10:53 pm
::The Seinorei energy blade fleshes out into a wide shield, suddenly resembling an umbrella as the boy sees Tacitus take aim with his guns. Only when the powerful shells stop upon contacting this odd box does it dawn on him that they, too would be stopped. That thought in mind, he recalls them passing through both his gauntlets and his barrier earlier, and ponders the idea that they may still be capable of passing through the wall of energy.
The ki orbs that were fired all detonate, filling the area between Deity and Tacitus with a sudden cloud of smoke. The maces collision did in the first two, and while the shells only managed to glance off of the other half of the volley, the impacts veered them away from the old man and made them unstable enough to be set off some distance away.
Right arm still forward, Deity makes quick use of his shield, which shatters like a glass window. Dozens of large shards of blue energy - roughly the size of a hand - scatter from the center, each flying out of the glowing cage. The Orinian readies himself by bringing his limbs in closer to his torso, making any sudden movements - should they be needed - somewhat easier. Trapped for the moment with long range ki attacks left as his only option, the quiet Orininan begins to build energy into his left arm, intending to do so for as long as his opponent allows him to.
The ki shards that result from the shattered shield all curve about to make their way for Tacitus, resembling a volley of airborne arrows sailing in to run a target through. Not quiet as potent as the Propellers used previously, the shards are aimed for no one point, some even looking to miss whether Tac moves or not. Though explosive if broken, the effect would be comparable to a firecracker to Tac, though more like a grenade to a human. Still, there's a lot of them, and that should count for something.::
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 1:59 am
With a flash the two maces vanish from view and reappear in Tac's hands, the firearm returned to its holster in a blur. He strode towards Deity and the cage, arms nearly crossed with each mace on its opposite side and pointed behind him. Just one more step and the first of the shards was in range, his arms whipping out to his sides, fully extended. The air itself seemed to pause and determine what had happened before a burst tore through the air, a pulse of kinetic force and dust released as they made contact as they passed by one another. Some would get past his maces as they swung back into action, detonating on his armor. Curls of smoke sought the sky as streamers of dust craved to rejoin the earth, each step only bringing more chaos about the elderly man.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 5:38 pm
::Not surprised in the least that the shattered ki shield is doing little to deter his opponent, Deity completes the concentration of ki into his left arm, aura flaring more swiftly around it. Rather than unleash yet another attack, he instead turns away from Tacitus with a spin and a twist of his hips. His glowing right arm is held forward, tightening left fist rearing back in preparation for a strike. Arm poised only for this moment, the quiet boy's arm explodes forth in a heavy straight punch, armored knuckles aiming to crash into the wall of the cage opposite Tac.
The motion of his attack brings his left side forward again, right arm curled at shoulder level between himself and his opponent. If pure energy can't touch it and a tap doesn't phase it, it's worth testing more thoroughly, the Tonepian imagines.::
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 9:09 pm
There was no surge of mystical energy, no fanfare or brilliant show of defensive capability. In fact, there was nothing at all, when Deity punched the wall, his fist stopping on contact with no apparent ill effects for either of them. When the brief moment passed if Deity maintained contact his arm would slowly become numb, but no one really expects someone to stand in place with their fist pressed against a wall anyway. Instead of sliding away easily, however, there would be a brief moment wherein Deity's hand would feel as though it were being removed from a vat of molasses, but it would be gone shortly thereafter. Where Deity had punched the wall there would be the slightest discoloration in the shape of a fist. As for Tacitus, the elderly man began circling, his maces replaced upon his back to allow for a repair sequence while he began unloading shells upon the walls, each doing absolutely nothing, but he persisted anyhow.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 10:02 pm
::That's an odd sensation, the boy thinks to himself as he forcefully tugs his hand back to him. Perhaps even more odd is that the wall doesn't react hardly at all to the force of the punch - normally something so durable hits back a little when one hits it full strength, while this thing neither budges nor hurts the boy's fist. Hearing Tacitus' rounds going off behind and around him, Deity wonders why exactly the old man would be shooting - with no effect - at a cage of his own creation. Rather than ponder on it, he quickly decides to give the wall another shot.
His right arm staying away from the wall and at the ready, the tall Orinian curls back his left again before firing it out in a second hard punch to nearly the exact same spot. If the reaction is the same, he'll pull his arm back a third time and swing again. Perhaps a difference will emerge at some point.::
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