GTB VI. Imported from live Gaia guild archive.
Description:A square stone platform raised three feet off the ground. A stadium of a crowd surrounds the entire field (so ignore the backdrop in the above picture).
Field Measurements:
Stone Platform - 40 x 40 yards Surrounding Grass - 15 yards between the platform and the audience
Ten Count Boundary: As soon as both feet touch the grass, the ring out count begins. Going higher than forty yards into the air starts a ten count.
Where Rosalyn had to disappeared was an unsolved mystery. Ever since Heaven or Hell, where Rosalyn and Robyn infamously clashed in the Crimson Hawk spa, the succubus had vanished from the public eye. Where had the temptress gone? Rumors circulated amongst her fans that she had finally been captured and damned to the darkest caverns of the abyss in exile. Others had heard that she was killed by her former teammate during a lover's quarrel. Needless to say, when Rosalyn's name appeared on the competitor roster for the sixth Gaian Tenkaichi Budoukai, there was a great deal of buzz in the loyal circles.
The crowd hummed as they waited for the combatants to enter the field. The air was still and dry, and the atmosphere was thick with the crowd's impatient disposition. What was taking so long? Where were the fighters? As their patience wore thin the low murmur of the crowd grew louder until several angry shouts erupted sporadically.
But the crowd came to a total, collective hush when a shapely figure approached the raised platform. She walked with a deliberate slowness. The way her hips swayed was provocative, and the pendulum-like swinging of her tail that followed was hypnotic. She stepped onto the platform and made her way near the center. Her rich, caramel skin basked in the sun's warms light. Once she was near the center of the platform she pushed her hips out to the left and rested her left hand there. The right remained low letting her ghastly whip drag the ground.
Rosalyn peered over her shoulder into the stands. As she turned her head her long, vivid red tresses fell neatly over her shoulders. She was magnificent, and perfection alone did not do her justice. Her statuesque figure was draped in the costume that drove her fans crazy. The bedlah, a bright red just like her bewitching eyes, scantily clothed her intimate areas but not much else. Her arms were decorated with gold bangles, and fitted around her narrow waist was a golden belt.
After a couple of moments of marveling at the paragon of beauty standing before them, the crowd roared with cheers. Rosalyn's tiny wings fluttered and her tail flicked to one side.
And to the delight of all her fans, The Queen had returned.
I'll post as soon as I can
Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:
Grimm simply appeared in the arena.
Not his usual style, normally he was flashy and would put on a show, but today he was focused on other matters. Ending this round so he could find something to eat. He was starving and too lazy to bring anything with him. However, he had a job to do, up hold his title and the Trancy name. He missed Heaven of Hell and his own tournament has yet to begun. So if he failed, it wouldn't be a problem just another chanced to gather information to use for his family's project. If he wins, than thats another story.
He was excited for this new challenge.
He ignored the crowd and turned his attention to his opponent. A very attractive woman. A man would probably die to be with her. Grimm on the other hand just raised a brow. He loves a woman that can kick his ass, but her demeanor kinda reminded him of his sister. A little scary, but he could be wrong due to his lack of surgar.
And the whip made him want to play with it. He couldn't help it, it was his curious nature he never grew out of. Its why he gets in so much trouble. Hopefully he can control himself during this match. He stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles. He would wait to use hammer space, it might screw him over before things really get started and he didn't want to get too cocky. The last time he under estimated an opponent he ended up stuck grappling and a hole in his chest.
"I haven't fought a girl in a while. I don't want to hurt that pretty face so I'll aim low."
When the man finally appeared in the arena Rosalyn turned her attention from the crowd and onto him. Despite him being a little over ten yards away she had no difficulty aligning her gaze directly with his.
"How considerate," she said. Her smile was soft, friendly even, as she continued to chat. "But you know we don't have to do this, sugar. We could just as easily go enjoy a warm lunch and a nice, cool drink." It was a sincere offer, but the succubus didn't expect the man to take her up on it. Fighters weren't normally the brightest bunch.
Rosalyn moistened her soft, supple lips with her tongue. Her wings fluttered again and her tail whipped playfully. As her gaze remained affixed with the man's the darkness inside of her concentrated itself within her left hand.
-- Ku 100% Hot Touch lv. 1
Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:
(( Im sorry its taking me so long to reply, Im having complications from my surgery. sweatdrop ))
Lunch and a drink?
Very tempting, a lot better than busting his ass to win this tournament. He would take her up on that offer without a second thought, but he had a statement to make and the tournament was the best place to do it. Or he could go around and annoy the fuck out of people, it was fun but got boring after five minutes. Lunch would be great, but he would have to pass. He removed his Claws of Hades from the inside of his jacket and draped the chains on his shoulders, making a good offence and defence for now. He could feel something emitting from her and was prepared to take it on, but he mainly wanted to see what she could with that whip. However, that was sure to come later. Right now he had to focus on what she was brewing.
"I would love to have lunch, Im extremelly hungry and trying to hold back the urge to chew on you, but this is business, we can do lunch later. So please don't hurt me too bad. I'm a whimp and I can't take the pain."
Rosalyn noticed the man draping himself with the chains, but her unmoving eyes remained locked with his. "It's a real shame that you feel that way," she said with a pout. "But I've learned that it's much more gratifying to indulge. So don't hold back your urges, darling. We should leave now and enjoy each others' company."
As the succubus continued her efforts to court the man the energy swelled inside of her hand even more.
-- Ku 100% Hot Touch lv. 2
Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:
"You're right, we should."
Grimm knew what game she was playing, he does it himself, but he would play along. He approached her and stopped once he was about a foot away, he then crouched down and stared up at her like a lost puppy eger to please his master. To his kind this was a sign of submission to a woman, asking if he was worthy to be in her presence and claim her as his own. No woman has ever been able to tame him and it wasn't going to happen now. Being in this position gave him a good shot to sweep her legs out from under her at any moment if necessary or aim for her torso.
"The fighting is pointless so pointless, I don't really remember why Im here. Do you like ice cream? We can get ice cream its really good. There's cake too and cookies! Can we get those mini cupcakes?"
He always had a boyish innocent side to him that he only showed to throw people off or it would just come naturally when he's not thinking about it. Either way it was cute and deadly.
He was trying to hold back his hunger but the words she said kept playing in his head. It more fun to indulge, don't hold back yor urges. It was a constant annoyance, an addiction and he needed his next hit. Grimm's mouth was full of razor sharp teeth designed to tear flesh off bone and with septic pathogens in his saliva, he would leave a nasty wound that will fester and rot the tissue around it. But he was waiting for the perfect time to take a bite.
I only want a taste...
Without any effort Rosalyn had led the man to where she wanted him. Moving on as she had been planning wasn't going to accomplish anything more than she what had already done, leading her to question, was doing it really necessary? Of course it was, simply because she enjoyed the thrill of completely dominating a man.
Ever since the man first appeared in the arena the two of them had kept their gaze on each other, and as he approached the succubus that didn't change. Her eyes dimly glowed for a fleeting second. They focused so intently on the man that it looked as if Rosalyn was trying to peer directly into his mind.
"Honey, I'll let you sample the sweetest treat there is. But first, come here. I really admire a nice body. Stand still and lift up your arms so I can feel your muscles," she ordered. There was something different about the way Rosalyn spoke. Even when giving a command her voice was enchanting, the invitation being practically sung to the man. There wasn't a reason any reason to not obey her. She wasn't threatening, and her song-like voice was disarming.
-- Ku 96% Hot Touch lv. 2 show spoilerhide spoilerName: Hypnosis Cost: 5% Ku Description: When looking directly into the eyes of a target for an uninterrupted period of two posts Rosalyn gains access to a heightened form of suggestion that causes the target to act accordingly to her will. She can not use this technique to have a character do something entirely uncharacteristic of them. For example, Rosalyn would not be able to convince a healthy and stable person to commit suicide. The maximum duration character can be under hypnosis in a single encounter is three posts. Only a single person at a time can be under the hypnosis spell. Breaking Rosalyn's concentration will terminate the hypnosis effect.
(( If possible, could you PM me the details of what Grimm is wearing? What kind of pants are they? Are they held up by belt and stuff, and so on. ))
Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:
Her voice was enchanting, he was surprised she still had his attention after all this time. Maybe he was interested in some ways and would really like to forget about the tournament to kick it with her. But it was all in his head. Just her playing mind games, and she was good. Perfect for a Devil of Paradise. However, playing with his mind was a dangerous thing that many have learned to regret.
Grimm did what he was told.
He stood from being croutched but didn't lift his arms up, he placed his hands on the chains still draped on his shoulders.
"You don't want to do that."
Being touched was something he rarely allowed anyone to do. No one really knew why due to his unwillingness to talk about the issue. Those who are are allowed have to be trusted and close to him. Meaning, none of her tricks will work and if she tried she will lose a limb.
Rosalyn stepped closer to the man and tilted her head up so she could watch him. She lifted her right hand up and held the lead ball secured by the braiding of the whip close to his throat. "And why wouldn't I want to do that, sugar?" she said with a playful giggle. "Just take a deep breath and relax."
Her left hand continued to gather more energy as it floated towards his waist. Without looking the hand moved down, and then forward again. This was something she had done often enough to not need her eyes to aide her. Her fingers tugged on the man's zipper and snaked their way through the opening in the fabric.
Rosalyn didn't need to search inside his pants like she were timid. There wasn't enough talent in the universe to put on that act convincingly anyway, and besides, she already knew exactly what she wanted. Her hand, dangerously hot like a stove top, darted right for his most intimate parts. Her fingers curled to cup and squeeze them lovingly with her burning touch.
"How does that feel, love?" Rosalyn said with a wide grin.
-- Ku 96% Hot Touch lv. 3
Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:
Grimm was surprised with how this fight was going. Instead of throwing punches he was being seduced in front of an entire crowd that seemed to have gone silent as they watched the event taking place in the arena. Things were getting heated and he was feeling out of place in more ways than one. It was hard to figure out and explain what was going through his mind as he gazed down at the woman before him. Watching her movement, feeling the heat of energy emitting from her and seeing her fingers tug on the zipper of his pants, eager to touch the most intimate and sensitive part of his body.
'Oh the Wicked Games we play.'
The second he felt her heated touch he instanly reacted. Breaking eye contact. He then grabbed her by the wrist removing her hand away from his waist and held it firmly, keeping her in place as he bent down and bit into her shoulder. With a mouth full of razor sharp teeth and septic pathogens in his saliva he would leave a nasty wound along with broken bones from the strength in his jaws.
He could devour her, but the energy she held in her hand could still be a problem no matter what she decided to do with it. But all he could think about was how bad he wanted her. Maybe not the way she had planned but atleast it was something.
Sexually Transmitted Evil Wrote:
Just as Rosalyn's fingers curled around the man's privates she felt his sudden resistance to her advances. Her alarmed eyes darted down to the hand that seized her wrist, and less than a moment later they had already returned to his face.
Was the man really fighting back, or was this him no longer able to resist acting on whatever savage desire that drove him? Rosalyn could honestly care less. Breaking him was going to be fun either way.
As soon as she felt him grab her wrist she reacted instinctively and was already pulling away defensively. Her left foot stepped back and she yanked her arm to wrench herself from his grasp.
As Rosalyn pressed her weight onto her left foot she violently swung her torso to the right from the hips. Her right wrist flipped to a pronated grip and her arm traveled in an upward arc as the man dove in to rend her flesh. She delivered a crushing blow to the one place more sensitive than the intimates, the face. The heavy, sap-like end of the whip was a wrecking ball, smashing whatever structure it collided with to dust.
-- Ku 96% Hot Touch lv. 3
Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:
If she really wanted to bring him to his knees it would of been best to hit him where it would hurt the most. She had a clear shot, he left himself wide open for any kind of punishment she felt was best to bring him down. But no, she went for his face. It hurt like hell, dazed him a bit and forced him to back off for the moment. A normal man would have severe fractures to the face, lucky for him he wasn't normal and only received a busted lip and a cracked nose.
"That wasn't nice."
On instinct the Claws came to life, lashing out as the chains snaked around her waiting for the perfect time to act.
((Sorry, crappy post. I haven't slept in 2 days.))
Rosalyn relished the sickening crunch of the man’s nose behind the impact of the ball. The collision sent a vibration coursing through her body that made her thighs quiver. But the sensation passed just as quickly as it came, and not yet satiated, Rosalyn craved more. The succubus focused on the task at hand, as there was no point in letting opportunity slip away.
In the moments while the man was stunned Rosalyn had fully recovered her balance and pressed the advantage. Free from his grasp, she quickly stepped close to him and thrust her burning hand for his face. Her fingers wrapped around his cheek bones in a vice grip. There was no doubt about it, she intended on crushing the bone while searing his flesh.
Meanwhile, Rosalyn raised her right hand above her head and mercilessly hammered the heavy ball down onto the man’s crown, repeatedly.
-- Ku 96% Hot Touch lv. 3
Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:
Grimm managed to regain his focus and catch her hand seconds before it reached his face. Then as she raised her right to bash his head with the ball took hold of her wrist. The chains began to act on their own and wrapped themselves around her legs to bind her and keep her from fighting back. Now she was at his mercy to do whateveer he pleased.
"You told me I could sample the sweetest treat there is and at the moment I say that treat is you."
He gazed down on her and grinned before leaning down to run his tounge against her cheek. She was sweet, mouth watering like the finest chocolate and he's been dying for a bite. But he wanted to play with her before he snacked, like how she played with him. No man has ever been able to dominate her but he knew he could, or atleast get her a little weak in the knees.
Rosalyn was surprised by how quickly the man had managed to recover. All of a sudden all of her limbs were bound, either by hand or chain. She tensed her muscles, but it was painfully obvious that she wasn't going to break free so easily, so she ceased to struggle.
The crowd, who had been roaring since the first blow landed, fell to a hush. It was clear that the succubus was in quite the predicament, and they all stared wide-eyed with drool dripping from the corners of their gaping mouths. Was this going to be the end? Was this checkmate? So soon?
Rosalyn's eyes narrowed on the man's face, any bit of amusement noticeably lacking from her expression. As he took his time to talk, the succubus inhaled deeply from her nose. She held that single breath until he finally brought himself down to her level.
As the man leaned in to lick her cheek Rosalyn tilted her chin up and pursed her lips. She blew out the that deep breath in a very controlled way, and out with it came a powerful jet of flames that fanned out nearly a yard behind his head. The man had brought himself close enough so that the never-ending stream of fire engulfed the entirety of his head and most of his shoulders and upper chest right in the center of its hottest point.
And with the utmost skill and percision Rosalyn kept fanning the flames. There weren't any plans of stopping any time soon.
-- Ku 86% Hot Touch lv. 3 show spoilerhide spoilerName: Hellfire Flow Cost: Initial 10% Ku; Each post sustained 2% Ku Description: Rosalyn is capable of creating and sustaining a stream of hellfire from her mouth. The duration of the flame depends on controlled breathing, similar to holding an extended note with a hornt. The length of the flame is dependent on how fast she blows with a maximum extension of six feet. Generally, the largest flame is the shortest duration lasting two posts and a very small flame of about two feet normally doesn't last much longer either. The most effective flame range is the medium intensity between three and four feet and can be sustained for five posts with a full breath. Hellfire produced by this technique follows the same rules as the basic Hellfire technique.
Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:
Once again he was cought off guard. When he leanded down he wasn't expecting to be greeted by a breath of flames, but he knew she wasn't going to make this easy for him. He quickly jumped back to keep from getting burned too badly and let her arms go but the chain replaced his hands to keep her where he wanted. His face and shoulders were burned and scorched. He thought he was slightly used to it by now due to his sister using him for target practice, but he never took a direct hit and the flames were't stopping.The burns were painful and now that she created some distance between them he couldn't have all the fun he planned on having with her.
So there was only one thing to do.
On command the chains layed her out horizontally, making it so the flames were aimed upward instead of pointed at him. Then they began to stretch, pulling all four of her limbs away from her body. He planned on ripping her apart.
The chains were heat resistant and no amount of fire could damage the metal.
Rosalyn felt good, really good. Everything this guy had thrown at her she had an answer for, and if things continued on as they had been then she it wouldn't be long before he would submit. She knew it.
Her wrists tingled with relief when the man released his hold on them, and she felt exhilarated when the chains slackened to reposition themselves. She was totally free!
Without a moment's hesitation, she made her move before she found herself constricted by the chains again.
The last of the embers rolled off into the air as the man landed, and Rosalyn followed right behind them. She was already on top of the man, swinging the lead ball down at his festering head. At the same time her left hand darted low, snatching at his jeans rough enough to rip the button off of the fabric.
"Stop running, sugar! I promise not to hurt you!" Rosalyn cackled.
-- Ku 86% Hot Touch lv. 3
Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:
This woman was unstoppable! He was shock by how much they had in common and how horny he was during this fight. You'd think he would be extremelly pissed off by all she has done to him, but he was enjoying it. This was the most fun he's had with a woman in years. Most just melted at his feet, it was okay, but he loved a woman that could kick his ass. It would be great if he could win and take her home after.
"I'm not running, I need some air!!"
Grimm was able to block the ball from being bashed into his head with his left hand, but when it came down to his pants...He had enough.
"Stop fucking with him!! Its bad enough he's awake and at attention, I don't need you giving him mixed signals and jerk him around!"
He was in a very awkward position.
Fighting to keep her hand out of his pants while blocking the lead ball from knocking out what little brains he had left. People would understand if he decided to give the win to her, but his siblings would clown him for months.
He couldn't let that happen.
He gave up trying to defend his groin and reached his right hand in his pocket as he continued to block the blows, pulling out one of his spiked brass knuckles. He figured a little stopping power would help him out of this. He made sure the brass fit before throwing a hard right into her left side, under her ribs. The impact was sure to break or crack a few ribs and he would continue until she got off him.
After so much resistance, Rosalyn's hand finally found its way down the man's pants. Her fingers cupped the entirety of his genitalia and squeezed it into her scorching palm like she were trying to crack open the hard shell of a walnut. And the whole time Rosalyn smiled a wicked smile while doing it.
Finally achieving the position she wanted to be in, she ignored the fumbling his did in his pocket. When his decorated fist bruised her side she leaned into him and let out a heavy gasp. The grip around his intimates tightened on reflex and her right hand fell onto his shoulder for balance. A groan stirred in her throat and grew into a chuckle. "Harder!" she commanded.
And with the next punch Rosalyn let out another huff, but she did not let go. With the third one she whipped her head back and closed her eyes, laughing mixing with her panting. But the impact from the third punch was all that she needed to lose control.
The energy gathered in her palm released itself and shot up into the man's body from his genitalia with a force bearing her full weight stomping purposely onto him. If he hadn't done so already from having his privates crushed and cooked, it was likely that the man lost any hope of ever producing an heir.
-- Ku 63% show spoilerhide spoilerName: Widow Maker Cost: 25% Ku + 2-4 Hot Touch charges. Description: This ability is the follow up to the Hot Touch and Rosalyn's signature finisher. Rosalyn uses the energy that was gathered with Hot Touch and forces it through an object. The strength of the attack is entirely dependent on the charge level of Hot Touch. This ability can only be used with Level 2 Hot Touch and higher.
-Level 2 Widow Maker: Level 2 Widow Maker requires Level 3 Hot Touch to be used. The strength of this attack is comparable to Rosalyn stomping on an individual with her full weight while lying defenselessly on the ground. Examples of expected damage from this level of attack include potential broken bones, effective stunning, and possible dislocation of joints.
