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 Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 2:28 pm
~::Mayonaka Arena - P1-Grand Prix::~
Yasogami High(?) (Courtyard) - Inside the TV  A strange replica of the Yasogami High School campus inside the television, travel throughout the school is much more difficult due to invisible barriers preventing easy access to other areas of the school. Though it appears similar to the actual school on the outside, running through the hallways can seem to go on forever, and just when it seems as though you're on the right track, the invisible walls block your path and redirect you to wherever the person holding the tournament wishes you to go. And all throughout the building there is a pervasive air of danger, a heavy feeling not unlike the television world's fog or the atmosphere in the Dark Hour. Innocent it may look, but dangerous it most certainly is...and with monitors and a PA system lining nearly every nook and cranny of the school, it's clear that somebody not only wants to see what's going on throughout the event...but they want everyone else to know that they are watching, too. Why? Because the ongoing event at the school is the P1-Grand Prix! A desperate fighting program pitting friend against friend in combat until the one true champion is revealed! Who is behind it and why they put together such an elaborate event is the mystery everyone is trying to solve...but only one person can reach the summit and discover the truth! It's Investigation Team versus Investigation Team, but they're not the only ones inside the TV...the only question is, which one will still be standing when it's over?!
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This battleground is located in the Courtyard of the School; monitors line the walls, and strange, shadow-like creatures line the outskirts of the area as though they were an audience. They feel like shadows, but what they truly are is unknown...could they be shadows? Shades? Wraiths? Something more?
Win your battle and you may find out, but only the winner can move on!
Will you be the victor? Quote: *~:: P1-Grand Prix [Round 1] ::~*
Teros Inisu vs. Junpei Iori
AND!
Kanji Tatsumi vs. Minato Arisato
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 9:58 pm
 
Kanji Tatsumi, The Bloodcurdling Beefcake Emperor and Minato Arisato, The Narcoleptic, Childlike Champion
"...Man's just an animal tryin' to kill time 'til the end of his days...""What the...?" hadn't he been in his living room just a little while ago? Man, this was weird. Here he had been, just making a little something for Naoto to raise her spirits after the meeting yesterday, when things started getting fuzzy, and...oh...OH! Now it all made a whole lot more sense! "I'm at the school...but I don't remember gettin' here. And I was in my living room...and the school's all done up with some decorations about some weird Tournament...yep, it's got to be! This is aaaalll just a dream! But man, how weird...why the Hell would I dream I was at school? Couldn't it have been something better, or...something?" Yes, that was the thought process of the Bloodcurdling Beefcake Emperor (as the program had called him the night before) as he awakened to find himself in the front of the Yasogami High School Building, but one that looked quite a lot different from what he remembered from his trips to and from school recently. No strange ads had been here, people had only been students and not...whatever those weird silhouettes of students were nearby. They didn't feel right. Yeah, nothing about it added up in the mind of Kanji Tatsumi, and that was why it had to be a dream. He would have remembered jumping into the TV if it was in there, right? And why would the school be inside the TV? That wasn't right...which was why when the announcer came on nearby and there was a blue, fuzzy bear and Rise acting way out of character, he didn't really question it. "Huh? Fighting Tournament...oooooh, this must be 'cause what I saw at Senpai's place before I went home, right? Man...this is weird, though. I doubt whatever that's about would be anything like this. I mean, a fighting Tournament at school? Totally lame," he laughed, turning towards the screen just as a warning suddenly began to blare and the Teddie on-screen began to wig out, eyes turning gold and voice all robotic...huh? Hadn't he just looked all happy and...and fuzzy moments ago?
"Intruder detected...Intruder detected...Initiating Sequence 003. Begin threat level analysis..."
H...huh? What the...?
"Hey, Ted...what the Hell is this all about? ...Man, for a dream, you're not actin' like I'd expect. ...Is this what they call uh...psychedelic dreaming?" he wondered aloud, before voicing the other question he had, "Oh! And the 'Hell you mean by intruder? I don't see anyone nearby, and...huh?" A strange noise nearby caught his attention all of a sudden...like the sound of air being sucked in and breathed out quietly, peacefully, almost like... "Is that...snoring?! Just who the Hell is sleeping in a place like this?! ...Man, this dream just keeps gettin 'weirder and weirder." His eyes shifted towards the gate, but he didn't see anybody walking through it or laying beside it. No, the sound was coming more...up? To the side a little? His eyes traced a path to follow the sound, but no sooner had they found their target than a rather ungraceful question squeaked out of his deep voice. "H-huh...who the Hell?!"
"...Hm?" fingers rubbed lazily at the eyes of the figure, fast asleep upon the wall of the school barrier, only now waking up slowly at the sound of the bleached-haired boy's loud voice to look over and see the hulking teen with his questioning gaze. Dreary eyes seemed to be clearing slowly, but a tiny smile curled the corner of his lips as he slid off the wall and raised a hand in greeting. "Hey." And with just that greeting, Kanji Tatsumi couldn't help but wonder just who the Hell this guy was and WHY he seemed so calm in such a weird situation. And why the Hell was he sleeping on the school gate?!
"Uh...who the Hell are you? Man, ain't you only supposed to dream of people you know, or...something?" his voice was confused, and his fists seemed half-clenched as if in analysis of whether or not the person in front of him was a threat...but the blue-haired young man in front of him only seemed to be talking to himself. Man, why did he seem so familiar, too?
"Have you..." he began with a sleepy drawl, but it cleared almost instantly as a sense of recognition began to fill him, "...seen Mitsuru? Or Akihiko?" Instantly a sense of deja vu filled Kanji's mind, as though he had heard these names before...but had he? He couldn't quite recall...and, wait, why would they come up in a dream? Was this some sort of unconscious recollection? Meanwhile, as he thought, the blue-haired boy mumbled to himself as if figuring out a few things on his own. "That's right...I was with the others, then we entered the TV at that junkyard..." his lips curled slightly, like a child remembering something awesome, "...that was cool. But then things were hazy, and...I guess this is...?" His musings drifted a little, but by now the delinquent (ex!) in front of him was looking at him with confusion. Even the voice of the TV couldn't seem to bother him with his easy focus.
"Look, dude..." Kanji began, but then paused, not really sure what to do...until a voice cut in that surprised him. It was the Teddie on the screen again.
"Ah ha! Kanji-kun! Now is the time for you to PROVE that you are the Manliest of All Men!" it goaded, earning a sudden widening of the eyes and a nod of understanding from Kanji, "THIS guy in front of you is your TEST! If you can take him down, you will be one step closer to realizing your Manly Potential!"
It was cheap goading, and only a fool would fall for it. Sadly for everyone, however...
"Huh? Y-yeah! That makes sense...if this is MY Dream, then why WOULDN'T I fight to test my strength?!" he mused, proving once and for all that Kanji Tatsumi...was an idiot, "Hey, thanks, Ted! I'll just beat this guy down, then you tell me where to go next! ...But man, this really is detailed for a dream, ain't it?"
His knuckles cracked as his opponent seemed a bit disappointed with Kanji's sudden willingness to fight. But what could have been seen as pity for someone he didn't want to hurt only filled Kanji with assurance that he was about to win a major victory!
"You're Kanji...Soji's friend...?" Minato Arisato tried to persuade him, but the teen almost seemed too enthusiastic to fight him...and...did he say that it was a dream? But that wasn't...
"I don't know who you are, Mr. Blue Haired Dude! But it looks like I just gotta pound you into the dirt to move on! ...Get ready!"
Minato really didn't like this...he raised his hands in defense, eyes widening for a moment as if lamenting his situation.
"But I don't want to..."
"OOOOOORRRRRYAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!"
"...fight..."
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At least he tried to warn him...
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 10:59 pm
Junpei Iori, The Bricklaying Dog Whisperer
"...I'm not gonna let you do this to her anymore!..."He wasn't rusty. It was easy to say that he was a bit out of practice when it came to actual missions, but he had been training too long and too hard to get Mitsuru to accept him onto the team she was forming for his skills to have gotten rusty between the Nyx Incident and this one. Still, it was pretty much impossible to ever truly get used to the types of things that they had seen, would see, and were seeing at this very moment. Not that they were anywhere to be found, of course. Upon opening his eyes in the strange courtyard near the front door of this weird school, he had noticed that his friends were all missing and he couldn't find them even when he called out to them (little did he know that a short distance away, Minato had been napping, but even then the world had a way of keeping them apart). And rather than in some strange, fog-filled world that he didn't understand he was in the shadow of a building that made a whole lot of sense to him, except for the whole being inside of a television thing it had going on. It was a school, but with all of the weird posters and monitors laying around, he couldn't say that it was any kind of a normal facility. Something strange was going on here, and even a simple guy like Junpei Iori could figure out that it wasn't quite right. This wasn't a normal school, and after a little thinking he had remembered that they were entering into a TV or something just before they got here. He got disoriented, opened his eyes, and he was already here...but where were Mitsuru and the others? He frowned as he looked up at the building and considered his options.
"Damn, I can't let it happen like this...my first mission with the Shadow Ops. and already I'm separated from the team, screwing up the plan. ...But wow, this place really is something...for a place inside of a TV, that is," he let out an appreciative whistle and tipped the bill of his cap, looking around the expansive courtyard just as a strange bear appeared on a monitor and started speaking in a robotic voice about trespassers and this and that...just what the Hell was that thing, anyway? And what was with all the media equipment and fanfare? For a moment he seemed a bit out of sorts, almost overwhelmed by the atmosphere...but a deep breath escaped him a moment later. His thoughts focused, and he remembered the words a girl with seafoam hair had told him mere moments before he left the car to join his friends...his first official action after finally convincing the others to let him join this fight. He smiled slightly, but his maturing features were stern as well. "That's right, I'm not some wide-eyed rookie anymore...I'm different from when we were just tagging alone with him and watching his a** during that whole bit three years ago," his smile became almost nostalgic, his fist clenching around the hilt of a weapon simultaneously, "I made the decision to fight shadows as a pro, and I ain't gonna mess up my first mission here, no way. First thing's first...I need to try and find the others, and..." His fingers pressed against the front door of the school, but like an invisible barrier, he was repelled before he could actually touch the handle. Knocking him backwards a bit, he caught his footing...and whereas before he might have gotten a little panicked, his breath steadied now and he looked around a little more to get his bearings. "Guess the front door's out..." he muttered as he turned around, just as the bear came back to normal and started shouting...was it at him?! He was saying he had a special opponent for him? Opponent, what the Hell...?
"Do you think this is some sort of fighting game or something? I'm not gonna play by your rules, Bear," he warned, but the bear only laughed...an orange-red haired girl cheering something before calling out a name, "...Teros, what the...?! Isn't that name...wait, I remember now!" Fuuka's reports, he had listened to her tell him about them multiple times...the Black Messengers and the Messiahs, the Musician who had become such a major threat over the months...his name was Teros! Did that mean...? "He's here? All right, then..." he drew his blade and looked around, ready for the appearance of his foe...determination filling him...he would not let her faith in him, and everyone else's faith in him, be ill-placed...not this time! "If I have to fight to move ahead, then bring 'em on! I'll show you just how much I've improved since that day! And I won't ever be left behind while someone else fights for my life, again!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 11:18 pm
Kanji Tatsumi, The Bloodcurdling Beefcake Emperor and Minato Arisato, The Narcoleptic, Childlike Champion
"...Man's just an animal tryin' to kill time 'til the end of his days..."He had warned him...so he couldn't really be held responsible for the fact that the bleached-haired kid was laying flat on his back in the middle of the Courtyard right now, gasping for air with a series of various and rather stark-looking marks all over his body. Was that a burn on his cheek? Ice frosted over the torn left shoulder of his jacket? Was the leather on his shoes still...still sizzling?! Various slices almost as though blades through the wind lined his pants and his shirt, but remarkably, there was very little blood left upon the hulking young teen despite the obvious exhaustion and beating that he had taken. Sitting beside him on the dirt was none other than the person who had delivered said beating as well, a small breath escaping the blue-haired young man before a relaxed smile settled upon his features. Despite how wild he had been a few moments earlier when they were fighting, he had a sense that this high school student was actually a pretty cool person...though he could have guessed as much if he was a friend of the leader of the Investigation Team. Who would have guessed such a monster could actually be a pretty respectful guy? ...Well, after he beat the living daylights out of him with a Persona to snap him out of whatever illusion he had been under.
"Seriously, how'd you even know about that...my shadow...you know? Was it Teddie...? Because if that little bear opened his mouth about that, I'm going to seriously rub his fur the wrong way, dammit," the bleached-haired boy grumbled from the floor of the courtyard, but his words only seemed to confuse Minato Arisato, the young man who had beaten him soundly only a little while earlier, "Huh? Your...shadow?" Eyes widened as the delinquent realized his foe knew nothing about it...but that was weird, since he had been insulting it a few moments earlier...right? Was he just dreaming that part, too? "A-anyways, man...I thought I was getting strong with my Fusion and everything, but then here you come along...s**t, you really showed me what's up. ...Kinda pisses me off how you can win a fight like that and look like you're about to fall asleep any minute now, though, and...h-hey! Damn it! Are you nodding off again?!" His fist lashed out and knocked the shoulder of the dozing Shadow Operative enough to force him to open his eyes. Had he really just started to sleep in the middle of a battlefield?! Kanji sighed, and shook his head, sitting up in one smooth move to look sideways at his foe. "...Jeez, I just don't get you. I know what you said and all, but I still wouldn't be surprised if this was just a dream. ...You're not exactly the type of guy I'd expect to meet normally...but well, you kicked my a**, so I guess you're cool," he mused, earning a smile and a reciprocal nod from his companion before nodding towards the school door, "Anyway, you better get the Hell out of here. There's still a mystery to solve, and aside from my Senpai, I think you're probably the best bet out of anyone left to solve it. Just...you know...be careful, all right? Soji-senpai...he ain't gonna go down quite so easily if you run into him, you get me?"
Minato nodded...he knew as well as anyone the great potential that Seta held inside of him. Did that mean he wouldn't give it his all if the two of them were to meet in combat? Not at all...Hell, it would probably be the match of a lifetime for the two of them...one of those hidden gems outside the annuls of history that only those in the Velvet Room recorded. Two holders of the Wild Card dueling after reaching such heights of potential...sad it had to be in a place like this though.
"I'll keep that in mind," he smiled slightly, summoning his energy to push past the drowsiness and stand again, hands finding their way into his pocket as his one uncovered eye looked down at his foe, "Later, Kanji Tatsumi..."
"Later."
No more words needed to be shared between men who had just spoken with their fists. The rest of the Tournament was now calling them...and Minato had no intention of keeping that voice waiting. ...Or maybe he would, if he could find a good sleeping spot. No, no, Mitsuru wouldn't like that at all, would she...?
Oh well...Quote: Winner!
"The Narcoleptic Childlike Champion" Minato Arisato!
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 12:09 am
Junpei Iori, The Bricklaying Dog Whisperer
"...I'm not gonna let you do this to her anymore!..."His opponent was fast; incredibly fast would have been more accurate when describing the way that Teros could zip around the battlefield without leaving so much as a single opening for someone to really land a hit on him. He was lightning fast with the power of a thunderbolt to boot, but no matter how many ice spells or heavy blows he landed, the Dog Whisperer was at the very least able to draw in his limbs and absorb some of the blow to keep himself from taking the worst of the damage. Nonetheless, it was mounting...and a few fire spells here and there weren't enough to bring the whirlwind that was the Shadow Champion anywhere close to his knees. At this rate he was going to lose and he knew it, his teeth gritting, blood dripping down from a cut on the corner of his head to stain his goatee crimson. Junpei Iori knew that he needed a plan to win this fight. For the person that he had been in his days with SEES, during his days climbing the Tower of Demise, he would have been screwed...he would have reacted without thinking, charged in headlong, and his enemy would have had him right where he wanted him. Teros was not a fool, and he was dangerously powerful...one mistake was all it would take to lose to someone on this level. One mistake...that's it. A hair's breadth between life and death, winning and losing, success and failure...that was all that stood between proving Mitsuru and Minato's faith in him, placed by allowing him to join the Shadow Operatives, had been well-founded. Ice flashed along the ground and it was all he could do to avoid the frosted Hell, his sword coating with snow-white flakes as he deflected the last of it and moved to the right...the bill of his hat nearly sliced in two as he ducked backward just in time to avoid the jitte dagger of his foe aimed to slice him from the tip of his nose to the top of his head. A two-pronged attack was par for the course with Teros, but he had managed to stay alive this long. He only needed to counter properly...he needed an opening that his speed couldn't provide. He needed Teros to make a mistake, to overlook something, to grow overconfident...
His eyes widened...he needed Teros to think that he was finally making a mistake, himself...
"Damn it! Come on, you b*****d! I'm done getting smacked around...this time I won't lose!" he taunted, earning a playful smirk and a mirthful soliloquy from the Songster, playing at his weaknesses, playing him a melody for his own demise with that smooth voice of his...and Junpei let him think that every single word of it was getting to him, the grit of his teeth, the clenching of his fists around his weapon...and just at the apex of his spiel he made his move. It was the move he knew Teros had been waiting for the whole time...he lowered his guard and pressed his feet into the ground hard, lunging forward in the direction of his faster opponent, "You're mine!" This was going to hurt...this was seriously going to hurt like Hell and he knew it, but there was nothing that he could do about that now. He had cast his die, and all he could do was hope that Teros wouldn't sense the deception...that his getting carried away with his superiority and his victory would allow him to overlook just that one little thing that could turn the tide of the fight. He could see the ice coming from his foe before it hit him, but he knew this was coming...this time he wouldn't dodge, he wouldn't block, nor could he at the range he had moved to...instead he drew back his weapon and let the ice wash over him with all of its frosty, powerful impact while he kept his eyes focused ahead and his muscles perfectly tensed. It hurt, it froze...he was pretty sure even his forearms would be frostbitten if he didn't warm himself up immediately after the impact. But he stayed perfectly prepared until the last of the ice shattered and he could see the space in front of him again...or rather, the frosty gaze of the Songster closed in right behind the ice, jitte thrusting forward to finish what the ice had nearly completed...his defeat.
'Gotcha!'
He had taken the hit just for this chance...predicting his enemy's pattern after enduring enough attacks to get a feel for him. He loved his ice, but couldn't resist the feeling of his blade cutting flesh...and he loved to obscure, to distract, to deflect attention to open up a killer blow. Taking the ice head-on, he grit his teeth and stood ready to counter not the spell, but the finishing blow to follow...his blade in the high-guard in front of him, he was already in place to merely dip his blade and deflect the thrust of the jitte...the loss of balance enough to throw off that impossible speed for just a single moment. One short moment...but it was just what he had been waiting. "Take this, you son of a b***h! Redemption Blade!" with a simple twist of his hips and adjustment of his weapon, he had gone from defense to attacking position, a practiced movement that he had completed tens of thousands of times over the last three years...if not many, many more. This was the fruit of his hard labor, the arc of his blade towards his enemy's chest...this was what he had been hoping to prove in the connection between blade and flesh, the ignition of fire and the immolating burn!
And with an explosion of fire, the curve of steel to the bottom of its arc...Junpei Iori had truly leveled up. As a warrior...as a man. Walking away from the battle a couple minutes later, exhausted and beaten...but victorious...he had proven his worth as a member of the Shadow Operatives.
"Heh...on to the next round, huh? I can handle this...just a little bit more, for Mitsuru-senpai and the others. Maybe it'll even be me and Minato in the finals? That would be preeetty sweet..."Quote: Winner!
"The Bricklaying Dog Whisperer" Junpei Iori!
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 10:38 pm
Quote: *~:: P1-Grand Prix [Round 2] ::~*
"The Intolerable Lolicon Zombie" Rednal Ak'Thias vs. "The Man-Hating Henpecked Husband" Faustus Necromonium
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 10:49 pm
 The Henpecked, Man-Hating Husband, Faustus Necromonium.
The green haired figure had been darting around after his fight, still feeling rather full of energy. He'd gotten lucky with fighting that Rainbow kid...who seemed to be developing into his powers and as such, was still moving strong.
I wonder....if I'll have to fight Kusuri... Faust thought as he moved, stopping as he pressed his hand to meet an invisible wall.
"Looks like I have to go....this way.' he called, before finding himself out in the courtyard.
"This...this isn't inside the school?!" he called out loud, cringing. "What the heck is up with the structure of this place? I know I didn't go down but...."
Ugh, things like these just hurt his head. And yet, he couldn't help but wonder...who he was about to meet, in the heat of battle..
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 7:23 pm
 RednalWasn't I in the Music Room? Rednal thought, looking around the area. Apparently, whoever was in charge of this tournament wasn't terribly fond of his unwillingness to proceed... so they'd sent him to where they wanted him to be. Did the chicken cross the road, or did the road move under the chicken...? Hm. Still, considering that he was badly injured from his previous fight, he wasn't really looking forward to trying out another move. Though if it was anything like before... Well, hmm. It'd be pretty hard to twist any of this to his advantage, really, if he couldn't trust anybody hearing anything he said. In that case... "Hey, Faust, I- wait." Assume this was like a genie sort of thing, where if anything could possibly be twisted, it would... like, right to the point of entirely altering anything he said. Darn this inability to know what the other person was going to hear! Nothing about the girls, then. Not even Yuno. Or beating the crap out of Amelia (and thank goodness he'd been able to lie with a straight face about his actions... what she'd do if she ever found out how crazy he'd actually been during that didn't really bear thinking on). But if he couldn't do anything like that, then... "Steak croquettes suck!" he declared. Time to try and figure out how the heck this worked...
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 7:35 pm
The Henpecked, Man-Hating Husband, Faustus Necromonium.
Faust's head turned as a certain silver haired figure called out to him, calling to him.....And then demeaning steak croquettes.
"That's.....cool." Faust called, before putting a finger to his lips, in deliberation. Maybe.....If the way Rainbow was any example...
"Ak'thias....If you can hear me, raise your left arm, and Don't. Say. Anything." he called out quietly, before motioning with his hand, pressing it to his head. He might already be hearing differently.. Faust thought to himself as he glanced around, pausing. It was more than likely that they'd be fighting soon, and if so...they needed to steel themselves. They needed to be prepared....
And yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder who of the two would win said fight. It was an amusing thought...and maybe they'd get their answer.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 8:10 pm
Rednal"At least they're better than what Yuno makes!" Faust retorted sharply. Smiling, Yidhra waved to him anyway from her spot behind Rednal. His wounds were still (slowly), and she'd stuck around to encourage his recovery. Aaaaah. Okay, then. Rednal thought. I think I'm starting to understand... hearing that pisses me off emotionally, but it's something I don't think Faust would ever actually say. Come to think of it, Amelia's words were weirdly well-targeted... is that what this magic is supposed to be about? You can hide what I'm saying... but you CAN'T hide what I'm actually doing. Your control of events is limited. If that's the case... Yeah, given the opportunity, Rednal had the habit of doing everything he could to thwart the apparent desires of anybody who was going against the Investigation Team. There was nothing in his personality that ever thought deliberately trying to hurt his friends, when he knew something weird was going on, could be a good idea. Which, naturally, lead to the idea of doing whatever he possibly could to upset their plans. If they got pissed at him, well, so much the better. He was okay with annoying people whose actions got his friends hurt. Thus, instead of getting ready for battle, the boy simply sat down against a tree, crossed his arms behind his back, and let Yidhra continue to work on his wounds. If he declared his intention to forfeit, this... voice-changing might alter it to "Hah! I can beat you without doing a thing!" or something. If the problem was in their voices, then... hard as it was for someone with his basic personality, he'd have to not talk. Rrrrrgh. Well, Faust could have the victory slot in the tournament. In all seriousness, it probably wasn't a good idea for Rednal to advance. His presence in making decisions never made things better. Besides... after what had happened with Amelia, he wasn't really scared of his friends. He was scared of himself. There are places in my mind I'd rather not go...
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 8:43 pm
The Henpecked, Man-Hating Husband, Faustus Necromonium.
Faust paused as Rednal seemed to listen to him, resting against a tree.
Guess not ye- he thought, before Rednal's voice called out, from his spot.
"Hey Faust...C'mere." Rednal's voice called, unmoving form his spot as his persona came out. "Got something for ya."
Faust paused at this, before advancing quietly, coming closer to the silverette as he stood, the figure relaxing.
"What could it be at this time?" Faust called quietly, his expression going deadpan as the figure relaxed.
"A proposition." Rednal's voice stated in a serious tone, before a small smile took over his lips.
"I want you to Take Yuno."
".......What."
"You heard me." Rednal's voice stated again, in an easy tone. "The little stalker's been pestering me a lot lately, and she seems pretty damn fond of you. I mean, you know she talks about you all the time, right?"
"Really..?" Faust replied, pausing. What was he....
"I know you like her." Rednal stated plainly, closing his eyes. "Even though you've had that little ditz, and the abrasive and violent girl....You've always had a thing for her. She's the one you really want."
"That's not true." Faust called sternly, confident in his feelings for Kusuri and Eoria. "You know as well as I that."
"Take her into your harem then." Rednal's voice rebuttled plainly, just as lazy as the others. "I don't really care what you do with her. She always talks about how much she loves me.....but between you and me, She's all about you. Always following you, always talking about you. Hell, You two've been on more dates than anyone I've seen to that little parfait shop. Get together already, so I can just deal with my girlfriend, Aselia."
Faust couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Rednal....really saying what he thought he was saying? Or, was he hearing things again?
"Don't worry about the theatrics, I gotcha covered." Rednal's voice called, waving. "She's around here somewhere. Save her, and she's all yours. I could really give less of a damn, honestly." Faust paused at this, a hand going to his side as Rednal continued to speak, as talkative as ever. Was...Yuno inside the T.V.?
"I just want an easy life, and she makes that really hard." Rednal added with a sigh. "It's hard to feel romantic when the girl spouts out another person's name all the time, ya know? Makes things awkward between Aselia and I. Bet you have that too, with your Wives
Faust didn't speak at this, merely standing in place as he clenched his fist.
"But guess that's what makes you better than me." Rednal's voice droned out, clearly getting tired of his own speech. "You've always been a step behind me....And yet a step forward at the same time. Paradoxical, yet logical to this mind o' mine, ya know?"
Faust kept silent at this, gears turning in his head as the boy stood against the tree, casually.
"Oh, don't give me that look." Rednal called out, with a wave. "I'm here, trying to fix a pal up...And you're just giving me the stink eye. What? Think you don't deserve her or something?"
"No..." Faust's voice mouthed out, his muscles laxing a bit.
"Wanting to 'Avenge' her Honor or something then?" Rednal voiced with a small chuckle, still leaning. "Make her feel more than just an object or something? Something that can't be traded away so easily, and readily?"
"No...
"Or maybe you just like a challenge." Rednal called with a grin, opening his eyes again. "Tell ya what. I'll let you beat the crap out of me, I'll Apologize to Yuno, and you two can just live happily ever after doing whatever you please. Just promise me you'll hook me up if something doesn't go well between our girls, aight?"
Faust closed his eyes at this, having firmly established a thought, before his hands pulled out a pair of glasses....Not entirely necessary for the situation, but enough to slide them to his face, and extend a hand.
"Sure thing....Buddy." Faust deadpanned, his hand extending in a hand-shake like manuver, before breaking the card between his fingers, Mythos appearing behind him to cast a wave of Dampening Energy onto Rednal, leaving Faust standing at the ready...Offering a handshake. Quote: Faust: Debiliate: [Rednal] Spell master. Equipment: Weapon:Trap Wheel. [Sharp Student, + 2 speed] Armor: Murakumo Flame Armor: [Repel Fire, Fire Boost, Fire Amp, Fire Break, Red Wall] Accessory: Wyynd Charm. [Wind Boost. +2 Magic]
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 9:08 pm
Rednal"You know, you really don't deserve any of the girls that live with you. Why don't you just give them to me so I can take care of them properly? I mean, I can barely stand the sight of that ugly scar Yuno's got on her chest, but I pity her too much to just leave her with you. And I'd love to tap Aselia, too. You sure can't satisfy them."Let's kill him! Yidhra suggested cheerfully, despite the fact that Rednal had barely begun to really heal from the battle versus Amelia and she knew darn well this was all a lie. Crazy Persona. Frankly, though, the boy looked like he'd gone through his own little hell, and he was in no condition at all to be fighting. Whiiiich... had never really stopped him before, actually. He'd never exactly been known for giving up when that was a sensible option; it was much more his style to keep going and take the enemy down, no matter how hurt he got in the process. The thing was, though... Faust wasn't an enemy. He was a friend, and about the only person Rednal could have a serious conversation about harems with. Well, maybe Soji, too, but... Faust understood him better. As the Debilitate settled over him, Rednal ripped off a bit of his shirt and tied it to a branch that had fallen off of the tree, waving a little white flag in surrender. The boy was talking, and it seemed like he was hearing something, so... not talking also had an effect, huh? Interesting. Well, that made it a little bit more awkward. Well, how he felt too weak to actually put forth the effort of getting up, so... yeah. Quote: Rednal surrenders! Little white flag and everything!
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 9:31 pm
The Henpecked, Man-Hating Husband, Faustus Necromonium.
Faust seemed a bit surprised that Rednal hadn't accepted his handshake, though looking at him...he wasn't exactly in condition to."I take it you're thinking a temporary ceasefire would be in order? Give me some time to heal?" Rednal's voice called again, as he waved a little white flag. "Should probably throw in the towel, and all that. Ah, but you wanted a fight...."
"What are you talking about?" Faust smiled a bit darkly, holding his hand out. 'I just wanted a handshake...for our little deal."
"Ah, you know I'm good to my word." Rednal called back to him, still lazing about. "C'mon. Knock some fight into me. Give me your best shot."
Faust paused with his smile, before retracting his hand.
"No on the shake then." Faust called quietly, before gesturing a finger at Rednal, a quick stream of wind dancing on his fingertips
"You know...I think Yuno's got a scar, herself." the boy called, closing his eyes. "You like that sort of thing don't you? Bet if you asked her real sweet like, she'd show you whe..."
Faust sent a quick burst of wind to Rednal, aimed around his chest as he pointed, closing his eyes.
"You really are...talkative, you know?" Faust replied, closing his eyes to think. Rednal wasn't this lazy....And he didn't really bargain with his girls this much.
Not to mention, if he was hurt this bad, he obviously had to deal with a fight beforehand. Part of Faust wanted to believe the words of Rednal.....Wanted to just beat him up and be done with it, but...
It's not real.. he thought, focusing. Just like that time before...
A flash of familiar pink, along with the other two...And then the pink alone again. This isn't real.....What's going on...?
He felt....alone again. Quiet....It felt like he was stuck in a foreign wasteland of false pretenses. He felt trapped in an illusion...Again. Quote: Faust: Garu [Rednal] Spell master. Equipment: Weapon:Trap Wheel. [Sharp Student, + 2 speed] Armor: Murakumo Flame Armor: [Repel Fire, Fire Boost, Fire Amp, Fire Break, Red Wall] Accessory: Wyynd Charm. [Wind Boost. +2 Magic]
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:01 pm
RednalThere was a small 'ploink' sound as the spell hit a small disc of green light and was sucked into it, slightly accelerating Rednal's healing process. "Come on, get up already! I'll even help you on your way; whatever happened to sticking up for your girls, huh? I'm gonna take them if you don't make a claim, you know!"So with that instinctive drain of a Wind Element spell... Faust was going to... be under the impression that helping him heal was necessary for their fight to begin or something? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu- That's what he got for not thinking about things before he did them. @#$&#xit;. And he was getting more and more pissed off, too. It didn't really matter who it was; hearing anyone talk that way about Ga-chan and Aselia really got his blood boiling. But then... I expelled effing Nyarlathotep when he tried to mess with my mind, and you think you're tougher than that, huh? Everything that happens is revealing more of your tricks, and I've never been the type to play by the rules when I can set them instead. He glanced towards Yidhra a moment later; several small mouths in her hair were nibbling on his skin, sewing it together as time went by. Still... how did you overcome a situation in which anything you said (or didn't say) would be twisted around to make the other person upset? For all he knew, absolutely nothing he did was going to work, in which case simple self-preservation was the right option for any right-thinking person. Even if the other person was delusional in some way, the desire to live was pretty strong, and hurting others to protect yourself was morally justified in most cases. Screw that.Rednal held his flag of surrender out, firmly, and waved the little white scrap of cloth back and forth a bit. I've already hurt one friend way too much today. I'm not going to do it again. So you can shove your tournament and your goals right up your furry butt, Teddie. This isn't funny at all.Quote: Wave~ wave~ wave~ Also, Regen 1 and Drain Wind (GPR).
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:40 pm
The Henpecked, Man-Hating Husband, Faustus Necromonium.
Faust didn't quite notice that Rednal sucked in the spell, his eyes still closed as he thought.
If I'm trapped in another of these....... he thought to himself quietly. Then...Then..
"Come onnnn. Hit me with your best Shot. I won't even dodge it, I swear."
Faust cringed a bit, before sharply exhaling. This...This Rednal was really asking for it...And Faust was about to give it to him.
If things worked like they did with the fabulous one...Then maybe knocking Rednal out would be the solution...Or maybe it'd just be playing right into his foes hands....
Mythos...help me. Faust thought, quietly, tensing up.
Come on Faust, you know there's more than just him to help you out. A familiar voice called out in his head, cheering up. You're not seriously gonna forget me are you? We're friends, aren't we? And Friends stick together!
"Chie-senpai..." Faust called, before a blue haired figure seemed to push her out of the way in his mind.
Yeah Yeah! We're pals. Bros. Amigos. Ohana. Partners in crimes. You're my wingman, Man. Don't let Rednal get you down like this! we're behind you...but like, not in a homo way or anything you need to worry about.
"Zeo...
As much as I hate to agree....Yeah, you're stronger than that, Faust. An intimidating voice called, a figure with an eyepatch and a dark aura called. If he wants a beating, give him one. Show him you're a Man.
Kazuma....
C'mon Faust. You're the only one of them I trust. Aside from Genji, you're practically the sanest one on the team.
Heartily..
Yeah Faust. I'm behind you....and kind of in front of you...And...Well, you know what I mean...Not the strangest thing we've seen...
"Ak'thias..."
We'll meet up after this, and have a nice, peaceful ngiht,Just like the time back in the Inn. Just don't lose yourself here, Aight?
Kusuri..."
Yeah Faust. Show me how much you've changed. A busty-red headed's figure's voice called out in an easy tone, smiling. Show me how much you grew.
This whole thing's such an event....but, I guess next to Soji, You've got a feasible chance of making a difference. A serious voice, from a figure with long black hair called, shrugging.
Raidou..
Faust...you stand for Justice, and thus...You cannot lose. another voice called, confident...and belonging to a white-haired figure.
Darling....You've always been there to try to protect me. I know you're strong enough to win this!.....And maybe afterwards you could put on that stuff that made you sparkly again....For me?
Faust chuckled at this, opening his eyes to see Rednal just sitting there still, as the voiced continued to speak to him.
Faust....You really helped me with my confidence...you know? another, feminine voice, if belonging to one that wasn't. I still kinda wish we could have spent more time together....but I guess you're a little busy at this time...Haha.
Yeah....Between everything that's going on....We really could use some downtime. Maybe you could help me deal with Rose or something....She's been a bit of a bother lately.
Come on Faust. Put on a good show. Pour your heart into it, just like when we act! We gotta be prepared, yeah?
It would be...optimal to win this match as quickly as possible. I trust that you can figure out a way....
Faust...You've been like a brother to me. So make me proud, and kick some a**!
Rednal's voice let out a sigh at this, and some laughter could be heard from all of the voices, before it resumed.
Faust......I'm sorry for dropping off. an empty voice called, as a red haired figure spoke, sighing. We....should find one another again sometime....Thanks for what you did...
Faust..! I know Leon's been a bit dumb, but you really helped him out. Always had fun with you too. Remember that time with the glue? Maybe we can have something like that again sometime. Hahaha.
Misha....
Faust....Thank you. That time in the River...And for encouraging me to stay with you and Kusuri. You're very kind...
Faust......I may have fallen to the bad side for a bit...but you never gave up on me. Even after I attacked you, and everything, you never stopped believing in me. Thank you....for everything.
"Naomi.."
Faust..... another voice called, all too familiar to Faust, as the face of a certain girl appeared in his head. Despite there being so many things that she could have said, Faust merely shook his head with a smile, as energy started to pool around him.
You don't have to say anything. Faust thought back to the voice, before the last, resounding voice called out, uniting every voice.
Here, I'm giving you all these...think of them as a token of our friendships...all of us, together. When things get rough, look at them and remember...we're all here for you. You're never alone. Got it?
Y..Yeah. You're never alone...Faust.
You've got Me, and Kusu-chan, and everyone else too.
Always. We'll always be here to back you up, Faust.
Faust nodded firmly, before reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a small, glowing item.
I am thou....Thou Art I. a voice called out once more, louder than ever before. Thine strength of will....And thine own bonds....Shall bequeath upon you my true strength.
Faust's body seemed to glow for a bit, before a pair of wings grew from his sides, and his hair lengthened. If Rednal knew anything about Faust, he'd recognize the figure that he was shifting into...And witness the level of power that he was starting to showcase. He had ascended past his current level....And had finally managed to fuse with Mythos.
"You're sure you want my best?" Faust called, a quick bolt of Electricity dropping down from the heavens to strike at Rednal. "I'll be more than happy to educate you, if that's the case."
Quote: Faust has Ascended, and become Mythos!Reborn!! Action: Ziodyne Spell master Equipment: Weapon:Trap Wheel. [Sharp Student, + 2 speed] Armor: Murakumo Flame Armor: [Repel Fire, Fire Boost, Fire Amp, Fire Break, Red Wall] Accessory: Wyynd Charm. [Wind Boost. +2 Magic]
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