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 Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 4:39 pm
"Won't someone ******** fight me!" Faustite shouted out to the still night air.
He stood with a boot perched on the edge of a parapet, situated atop one of the older bars in the long strip of Destiny City's famed party streets. It was late enough in the evening that many were deep in their first drinks, but not so far that more than the desperate few had hopped to their second or third bars. It was the short period of relaxation, where personalities were let loose unfiltered and no one had yet begun to be thrown out, arrested, or reduced to vomiting in the streets.
"No!" Echoed back to him.
"Go home!" Demanded the disembodied voice.
"City's full of ******** wiseasses," Faustite muttered to himself. What was it going to take? Burning down a ******** bar before the White Moon noticed there was a General lurking about? That was doable. Some of these structures were still built of wood, and many of them were poorly maintained by their leaseholders since their construction. If the White Moon needed a firestorm to draw their attention, especially one with alcohol to fuel the blaze, Faustite could provide.
It might net Tama some reasonably discounted locations as the fire urged current owners to move to new, less dangerous locations. Not that Faustite expected the furry ******** would ever thank him or even acknowledge him for the effort. Little cumfart was like as not to belittle him for thinking it was an idea worth executing.
"Won't ask twice!" He yelled back to the city.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2023 8:15 pm
Fight me!
Tanais heard that call, faint as it was, and it drew her from her patrol. The signature that radiated from that direction warned it was not easy prey, but the knight was not one to back down from a challenge. She could take on a General. She had instinct and training on her side, and even more than that, a will to stand up to the dark denizens of this city. That signature grew stronger as she raced towards it, leaping from roof top to roof top. Down below, the regular people of the city went about their regular lives getting regular drunk and taking home other regular people.
Not up here though. Up here, where the street lights barely reached, was a place meant for people like her, and like him.
Her target gave off his own light as he came into view, poised at the edge of the roof he was on. At first, she thought he'd held a light or started a fire or something, but as she neared, that figured resolved into something quite familiar. Anticipation raced along nerves, setting them alight, and adrenaline spiked. Faustite. It had been too long. She remembered the last time she had seen him, bleeding out on the dirt of her wonder. He'd escaped, and apparently recovered, if he was out here shouting for confrontation. A man with a death-wish. She thought, a slow, sly grin spreading across her heart-shaped face.
Well, she could certainly oblige that.
"You're ******** loud." She drawled as she landed on his rooftop, pacing forward as she rubbed her ear in mock irritation. "But if you're wanting someone to kick your a** again, I would be happy to be the one to do that. We can pick up from last time."
Metal clashed as she brought her hands down and slammed her gauntlets together, grinding metal into metal.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2023 12:44 pm
Faustite's mood scorched until it blackened upon seeing her, upon hearing her again. That gloating b***h with her dumpster of a Wonder and her old, rusted weaponry that she tried to put through him like he was a ******** knife block. The lot of it only felt worse when he reminded himself that she was once an ally, she was once someone respectable who led a team and was singularly stupid enough to work with Schörl willingly. She used to be theirs, and now she fought for a dead ******** rock out in space.
There would be no jettisoning them both off to space this time. No Almadel to pick up what was left of him this time. If he needed to rely on the merchant this time, then he deserved to die. Better to let all that power return to the source, better used by someone else.
If she killed him, she could gloat about it. Faustite knew of no one that would consider it a great feat. Maybe in the fact that she would have ended a General-Sovereign, but Faustite was certain that, of all of them, he was considered the weakest of them. The easiest to bait and pick off. Hell, he was certain that even some of the Negaverse rank and file considered him in the same jeering light. Easier to lean into that, push himself forward and see how much damage he could do. If he could prove anything to the contrary to himself and the people who surrounded him.
Regardless, he had nothing to say to her that was better said with his mouth. Easier to stalk forward, to match her pace for pace, until he was close enough to start their sour ******** match with turning to flame. First, he remained a fire-wreathed outline of himself, then he shifted into a few braiding gouts of fire that chased toward Tanais. He shot past her then, reforming just in time to aim a kick at the back of her head.
Nothing vital left in there, after all.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2023 7:44 pm
The knight's face split into a toothy, wolfish grin as he came for her, his form dissolving into flames that lit the roof top in tones of red and orange. Flames of her own boiled up her arms as his swept past, flaring up over her shoulders, through her hair, and finally down over her face in a snarling, savage approximation of a lion's maw. All of it flickered like the ghostly reflection of his fire, and when kick came at the back of her head, she took it square.
Tanais staggered at the blow, grunting in pain, but when she straightened and turned, that grin was still just visible through her lion's helm.
"Is that all you've got, Dumpster Fire?" She laughed as she flexed her flame wrapped hands. "Maybe you forgot what happened to you last time. Maybe I should remind you."
With a snarl, Tanais surged forward and swung hard at the shorter man, following up the thrown punch with the other fist. All of her nerves tingled with the excitement of a good fight, the shot of adrenaline going straight to her brain and setting her heart beating fast in her chest. The thrill of it had her practically vibrating, everything in her world right, right at this moment.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2023 6:49 pm
whimsical blue Conflagration ;; (Forgotten Spell)
Range: Point blank
Duration: Instantaneous
Use Count: Up to 3x
Effect: Lava veins glow from Faustite's affected fist and climb up his arm, growing fainter the farther up they go. Faustite's fist looks superheated to a bright orange. Once he punches something, the punch gains extra force and sears the target at the affected location (any lingering burns are up to the player). When the punch connects with something, a small fiery burst can be seen, indicating that the magic went off. Afterward, Faustite's hand and arm look their normal coal black color.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2023 7:17 pm
One punch connected with a satisfying thud of metal to flesh and Tanais's grin widened behind her burning helm. The flush of battle was always so sweet! She had him already, slender thing that he was, and she was going to bowl him over, grind him into the concrete...
But the grin went stiff as energy exploded on her inner senses and his clothing changed, giving her only a moment to realize something probably really bad was going on before he was on her again, returning her punch. He hit her under her pointed chin and it snapped her head back, sending her stumbling this time. The armor absorbed a good deal of the force, thankfully, but she still felt fire explode under her chin and lick up the sides of her ********>, this was a familiar feeling beating on her senses. Heavy, oppressive, stinking of rot and decay in her mind... It was not a general's power signature, but something worse. A General King? When the ******** did that happen? This guy? Tanais reeled with disbelief fighting the way her head swam from his punch.
This could be very, very bad. She was not, quite, fool hardy enough to think she could take on the upper echelon of the Negaverse ranks. Would have been a cool story to tell, but she did value her own life, as broken and half-assed as it was. Backing down, though, was not really an option. Tanais danced to the side, her fists up protectively, and sought for an opening in his guard.
"You're fulla hot air, you know that?" She forced a laugh at her own pun and stepped in to swing at him, far more careful this time about her precise aiming and keeping her guard up. One punch, rather than two, and dancing back again, trying to get out of his reach. "Do they make you warm up your own drinks on yourself, like a piece of furniture?"
Her face burned, but the pain hovered at the back of her mind, pushed away to happen to some other Tanais who wasn't in the middle of a potential life-or-death fight.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2023 6:33 pm
Seemed that bravado took a backseat to self-preservation. She wasn't so brazen with him this time, preferring to hang back and try to get in some cheap shots to wear him down slowly. Faustite couldn't block every one of them, but the ones that slipped by were more like annoyances compared with the punch she threw before. When she struck him in that same spot, however, he grunted for how the pain of it bloomed anew.
But far worse than that were the potshots to his pride. Faustite seethed, the air around him convecting with his ever-present flame.
"What would you know about being a piece of ******** furniture!" Faustite hissed back at her, nerves raw for the garish reminder of how Schörl so often treated him as no more than a disappointing stove. "What would you know about how the Negaverse treats it own? I earned this ******** rank, you insipid p***k!"
His flame curdled and licked as he made to get closer to her, to crowd her space and get his hands on her neck or face. Anywhere that she would feel the burn while his core heated up to dispose of her.whimsical blue On fire ;;
Range: Self
Duration: Constant
Use Count: N/A
Miss Chance:
Effect: There's a fire in the center of this boy. It's caged, but it gives off light and heat and generally confers attributes that one would expect from fire. He does not like being used as a stove.
In combat, Faustite is easy to spot via his internal light source. His temperature risks burns to the degree of player's choice. If the player has no preference, assume third degree with prolonged physical contact or second degree with normal combat contact. He can intentionally light flammable things and be used for the same properties of normal fire (eg this property can be used against him).
If the fire is completely extinguished, he dies. He needs to eat and do other tasks to fuel the flame. The general rule is: the more he heats, the more he eats.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2024 6:19 pm
The air danced with the heat of the two of them, wavering as they danced, strained, and shoved at one another. The first time he managed to slap a palm to her arm, Tanais hissed at the sting of it and jerked away, fending him off with a gauntleted fist. She had to be more careful after that, take his blows on her hands or her chest where the metal protected her. She still felt the oppressive head of him, but the armor was some protection.
The last dregs of her magic pool came too fast and the ghostly flames sputtered, dying out till the lion's maw faded to nothing. The hits she hadn't felt were harder now, sharper and hotter, driving her back more often than she surged forward.
It was almost laughable, the thought of how they must look... one scrawny little boy putting someone as tall and thick as her on the ropes. Making her sweat and dance to avoid him. Dark red and black strands stuck to her damp forehead and she swept an arm out to knock away his latest strike. This was going nowhere... She couldn't keep up with his speed and Tanais could feel herself starting to tire.There was only so much of her left... if she didn't finish this now, she'd run dry...
The knight lunged forward in a quick feint, ignoring the searing heat of his touch this time as she tried to get in close, throwing hard punches with intent to knock him out... or back, or something, anything that would give her just enough space...
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2024 6:35 am
He wanted to feel her life give out beneath his palms. He craved the moment when one of their shitty adversaries was put down, for good, and her name would be another footnote in the annals of the Database. Crush one of their disgusting adversaries and move on to the next.
She surged toward him, which Faustite took as her mistake. It was easy enough to counteract — reach for her, grab her and pull her in or pull himself in the rest of the way. Put her face up against the grate so he could grill half of it off for her. Let her die of shock after. It would be an easy victory for him, however it shook out.
But it wasn't that she was gunning for him, for as he reached to catch her, she ducked out of the way. ******** had feinted on him, and as he pivoted to deal with her cutesy little move, she struck him hard in the ribs. Knocked free his breath and left his lungs paralyzed for a moment. Sent him skidding to the side where he couldn't retain his balance and toppled onto the dirty ground.
Faustite knew he didn't have to spring up immediately — he could blast out some of his core and cook her if she tried to get in close — but he still needed his lungs to get over their s**t and start working again.
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