Ye Olde Tavern

A rather ordinary person enters through the front door, blending almost subconciously with the mundane crowd. They have a permanent mark of foreigner, perhaps from a mix a ethnicity and walking style, each step patterned after the first and yet resembling little of the previous three.

They sway through the crowd moving neither in lines nor curves, but as if every motion were an uncalculated arc, wave, or spiral. Their rainment seems simplistic, common aparrel of the age, yet distinctly absent of designer logos, or stich patterns common to the local taylors.

The most remarkable feature of the person, despite their ultra ordinary 'one size fits all' garments, easily manifests in gender ambiguity, so much like a young foreign child unmarred by the troubles and discord of every day life, or perhaps as one would expect to find in the sheen of lovers suddenly waxing under the shadow of terminal illness despite the last moments amidst mortality...

He yawned as he took his entrance, slipping in the tavern almost unheard, though he was seen, and quite possibly felt.

A tavern fight....he chuckled, thinking of his past, thinkinf of how many bar fights he had personally had with a certain member of his team... He was going to enjoy this.

His clothing had changed lightly, his trench coat no more; simply, and his black pants, light chainmail, which rippled under his silk shirt, and of course his sword strapped at his hip.

But there wasn't much to this old-timer, even as crimson eyes glanced over Noire.

He glanced over at Noire, with a light smirk falling over his face. Silver and golden hair had fell over his face, partially hiding those crimson orbs of his.

"So where's the rest of your team, at, man?" He wondered, because he wanted this to start.. As of now, with Ertai not being here, and the alternate being in use, he was the team leader. Ryu, Clash, and Kakk, VS the team ahead of them. It would be fun...hopefully.

He chuckled to himself, though, and glanced at his teammates, hoping against all they were ready. But he went to the bar and ordered a triple shot of whiskey...after all he would need to be ready, himself. When it arrived, he downed it, one go, and lightly shook his head at it's bite.. "Ahhh, that's good."... but now he would wait, maybe talk a little...but mainly wait.

A slam 'pon the wall to the door's right rung throughout the bar like an echo of screaming roars, giving the walls of the tavern a small shake. One Clash Kiddick's right fist was clenched tightly in its position, now imbedded within wood and plaster, tendons taught and attached forearm bristling with sinew. Those flaring optics traveled over Noire and the others as he slowly allowed his fist to drop to his side, flexing both arms as glinting sunlight revealed both that he was shirtless and that he carried a number of commodities about his torso; this included what appeared to be a blade of some sort contained in ebon sheathe at his right side, plus lengths of chain wrapped about a leather belt chocked slightly to the right. Six kunai dangled from said belt, along with a hip flask to the left. His pockets bulged, but what they contained could only be guessed at. Fifteen shuriken were holstered in the pouch tied about his right thigh. Both headbands were pulled taught about his brow, the underlying one of a soft, dark material and the other, angled slightly to the right and overshadowing the eye of the same side, was of what appeared to be hammered steel branded into padded cloth. Violent thoughts danced their delightful art 'pon the flesh of his face as he emerged, and blunt was his command to those non-combatants within the room.

"Get out."

He started forward at a leisurely place, civilians, as he liked to think of them, filing out through the entrance-turned-exit behind him. Visible and cut pectoral muscles and abs rippled as light sheened over them as if they were covered in water; and indeed they were covered in something, for in Clash's left hand was the flask, pouring steadily over his head a liquid that smelled strong of...alcohol? The smoldering cigarette protruding from the right side of his mouth jumped a close spark several times as he continued forward, eyes wide open and igniting within like towels soaked in alcohol. For now, his average 5'9" frame would stop at a distance of some fifteen feet from the bar and he would smirk as the jukebox near the door began to blare at full volume a little tune.

Sing me a song, you're a singer.

Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil....

The devil is neeever a maker.

The less that you give, you're a taker....

So it's on and on and on...

...it's Heaven and Hell!

Clasping the slender, tape-wrapped digits of both hands together before him, he extended them above his head and stretched mockingly. Fully rotating both arms in their shoulder sockets three hundred and sixty degrees whilst his hands remained clenched together, what was performed was a surely extrahuman feat, dislocated joints popping as his neck crackled with a swift gyration afore everything settled in place once again.

It was apparent that disabling this one with conventional means, well...would be difficult.

Oh weeell!

The young stranger looks over at the red haired girl, "So, It has begun"

Glancing over to the small troup of Legends, the quiet Bishi runs a hand through raven hair, the delicate nature priorly obscured in the folds of over sized pockets, ill fitting garments...

Kakkiroth Avonej Wrote:

He glanced at Gelmax, and Noire, a light smile splayed along his face.

"G'luck, guys." He said, lightly, while turning back to focusing himself, crimson eyes closed, hands cupped around a single shot glass; fingers intertwined, and the glass inside simply there.. Ahh..yeah, "Another one of these!" He said, lifting his head.

And another triple shot of Whiskey was delivered to him. Which, like the first, was promptly down... Damn them for putting him in a bar...

"It looks as if you will be my opponent for the start of the tournament, well then, when you are ready, and all things are squared away, we will begin."

He yawned and stood up...So this was it, eh? This was the time for glory, this was the time for him to shine, for his opponent to shine, for all the people in this tournament to shine.

Kakkiroth had done alot in his life, entered a few tournies...and won and lost an equal ammount. But it had been ages since he'd been in one.. This was like, to him, a kid tasting chocolate for the first time..

But he nodded to Noire, "the name's Kakkiroth Avonej..." He said, placing a hand on a bar stool...it was quite simple. His younger days had pitted him in bar fights. So this was going to be a past memory come to life. But as he stepped fowards, his hand tightened on the stool's back, which was then picked up and sent directly at Noire, in which he followed by behind it.

His mind was already at work, though; psoinics poured through him, his neural system coinciding with a physical nature, the electromagnetic waves infusing that power into his muscle, giving him speed, strength, stamina, and other physical attritibutes. I guess you could lable Kakkiroth a psion...even if naturally he was alot, lot more.

But as that chair flew at Noire, his own body went with it, but he slipped off to the side about 4 feet away, to Noire's left, Kakkiroth's right. A simple feign, really.

But he crouched lightly, hands at his sides lazily, his feet shoulder length apart, left foot in front of his right by a two foot, perhaps in a lazy stance..but it was his.

POST 1

Kakkiroth Avonej Wrote:

He yawned and stood up...So this was it, eh? This was the time for glory, this was the time for him to shine, for his opponent to shine, for all the people in this tournament to shine.

Kakkiroth had done alot in his life, entered a few tournies...and won and lost an equal ammount. But it had been ages since he'd been in one.. This was like, to him, a kid tasting chocolate for the first time..

But he nodded to Noire, "the name's Kakkiroth Avonej..." He said, placing a hand on a bar stool...it was quite simple. His younger days had pitted him in bar fights. So this was going to be a past memory come to life. But as he stepped fowards, his hand tightened on the stool's back, which was then picked up and sent directly at Noire, in which he followed by behind it.

His mind was already at work, though; psoinics poured through him, his neural system coinciding with a physical nature, the electromagnetic waves infusing that power into his muscle, giving him speed, strength, stamina, and other physical attritibutes. I guess you could lable Kakkiroth a psion...even if naturally he was alot, lot more.

But as that chair flew at Noire, his own body went with it, but he slipped off to the side about 4 feet away, to Noire's left, Kakkiroth's right. A simple feign, really.

But he crouched lightly, hands at his sides lazily, his feet shoulder length apart, left foot in front of his right by a two foot, perhaps in a lazy stance..but it was his.

While standing apparently without motion, the nameless stranger looks at the chair, watching it come closer and closer, with the tip of a finger rising as if drawing back for a right handed down stroke, transfering the spiral energy of the chair directly back through the wielder, who himself is already "spiraling in the same direction to slipped off to the side about 4 feet away, to Noire's left"

The motion has a seeming of being both natural and unnatural. The former in that the stranger's posture and pulse seem to change not the slightest, nor a marker of concern, the latter in alacrity reminiscent of a stage magician.

He underestimated the man, appearently. A finger to misdirect the chair...maybe these bar weapons won't make a difference, maybe they will, or won't.

But he sighed, as the chair had still been moving towards the man when he had stopped at the side, and when it was sent back to him, he simply swung his arm out, while twisting his body slightly. The arm would slow it's force, down, yet not enough to stop the hit; he would be hit directly on the back, shoulder, and right head area, though with his arm having spun it slightly out of the way, it was not enough to cause any real damage.

But he stood up, and arched an eyebrow at the man, the broken ruins of the chair behind him, now.

He spoke, but this time in a complete different voice, this time a completely different attitude, his voice was monotone, and reminescent of the days of the past.."Come, then...attack me." He said, a light grin on his face.

He shook his head, let's try this from a different area.

A simple hand uplifted, as he turned away. Sure, the guy was smart, and quite good...but so was Kakkiroth. It would be wise for both of these competitors to not underestimate each other. Within that second his hands were raised, etheric magics leeked an illumunescence hue of energy, his mind having delved and created, as well as sustaining that link to the deep ethereal...from the higher being.

What was in front of Noire was merely an avatar...Kakkiroth's physical puppet. And the mind that controlled...was...let's not get into that. He arched an eyebrow, as that acidic energy coalesced through the room...but the thing about it, since Kakkiroth had been in the presence of Noire for quite some time, he had read the man's genetic makeup, his atomic, and sub-atomic structure. And those atoms gave off various wavelengths...and that, my friend, is what this energy was coded for.

A crimson mist would douse this area, completely and fully, utterly, harmless to anyone but Noire..as he was not trying to get rid of all the fighters in one shot.

This was a paralilzing technique that targeted the nervous system. This was also something he did when he was trying to get some life into a fight.

(( Edit: Fixed typo. "harmless to anyone but Noire" It was: "harmless to anyone by Noire" ))

Entering the bar slowly, as his leather boots crunched some of the smoldering doorway pieces on the ground, Kurohito looks around the area. Nothing to out of the ordinary for a fighting bar he thought. A cloud of mist, some guy going nuts, and a couple of other people just sittin around. Fair enough his brain echoed, as he drew his Kakita Blade and brought his face mask down to his face. He had no intention for starting off fighting so soon, but seeing teammates in trouble, he knew his opponent was laying in wait. So in front of the door, just inside of it, his feet spread somewhat, he leveled his Kakita Blade forward in front of him. With a loud booming voice, he howled Doji Kurohito, has arrived!

And as Doji Kurohito made himself known, Clash Kiddick would waste no time, spinning on both bootheels in order to face his opponent. From his position near the bar he was some twenty paces away from Doji, in his current state gripping the porcelain shakers in each hand, peppa in the left and salt in the right. Leveraging the lower-right appendage whilst equalizing the weight betwixt each limb, center of gravity found, he broke into a very inhuman sprint in the direction of his adversary whilst lashing out with both arms, first with the right and then with the left, the limbs a blur before him in much the same manner as both feet. The shakers were sent flying, salt in the lead and flying in the fashion of a curveball for the Doji's left temple whilst pepper headed dead-on for the bridge of the nose.

Meanwhile, the third optic nerve would make itself known with a protrusion from the forehead just behind the headbands veiling this physical manifestation of the mind's eye...instantly, all within the room, those on this plane of the prime materia and any wandering spirits in other realms, would be overcome with the sensation of some great and lidless eye opening to bore into the soul. His vision would now be able to transcend the planes themselves and outlay the very quantum make-up of this area, displayed before him the very strings of reality and existence. But what for? Time may soon tell.

The girl turns her head as she reaches for the bottle; luckily, the bartender doesn't seem to be in any mood to interfere with the six hardened fighters supposedly about to throw down. Her eyes take in the darkness-cloaked man and the flaming sculpture he had been toying with, before she shrugs.

"Mommy told me not to play strange games with strangers."

Watching as the salt shakers went flying past Kurohito and out the door, his own forward momentum would not be halted as, within a timeframe of a mere second's fractions, he seemed to be gone not long after the tossing. In the rafters just some fifteen feet above he perched, facing his opponent, looking down. In the time it would take for him to be located by Kurohito after the Doji came out of the roll, Clash Kiddick's mind would release electromagnetic pulses reaching the polarization of the scattering matrix, the aforementioned sub-atomic graph of what could be considered life itself within this area. Clusters of sub-atomic particles were manipulated at quantum speed as reality shifted through his energy flux. Back-flipping from his perch not long after he had taken it, his shirtless form would begin to fall through the air whilst a barrier of sorts formed about the two combatants. Wavelengths of electrons pulsed with his emanating power as his hold on reality would take its toll, changing the outer-most layer of electrons about he and Kurohito, reaching just behind Clash's point of landing some seven feet away and just behind Kurohito, extending both under their feet and another ten feet over their heads in a dome-like fashion. There was now a basic wall of reality within reality, a most powerful shell surrounding he and his opponent, and here it would seem they were to fight.

Tak

Two boots hit the ground, the left slightly leading before the right, eyes narrowed and peering through cynical locks draped before him. And in his right hand, the ornate handle of that blade-like object holstered at the same side was gripped and ready for the unsheathing.

POST 2

Kakkiroth Avonej Wrote:

He shook his head, let's try this from a different area.

A simple hand uplifted, as he turned away. Sure, the guy was smart, and quite good...but so was Kakkiroth. It would be wise for both of these competitors to not underestimate each other. Within that second his hands were raised, etheric magics leeked an illumunescence hue of energy, his mind having delved and created, as well as sustaining that link to the deep ethereal...from the higher being.

What was in front of Noire was merely an avatar...Kakkiroth's physical puppet. And the mind that controlled...was...let's not get into that. He arched an eyebrow, as that acidic energy coalesced through the room...but the thing about it, since Kakkiroth had been in the presence of Noire for quite some time, he had read the man's genetic makeup, his atomic, and sub-atomic structure. And those atoms gave off various wavelengths...and that, my friend, is what this energy was coded for.

A crimson mist would douse this area, completely and fully, utterly, harmless to anyone but Noire..as he was not trying to get rid of all the fighters in one shot.

This was a paralilzing technique that targeted the nervous system. This was also something he did when he was trying to get some life into a fight.

but the thing about it, since Kakkiroth had been in the presence of Noire for quite some time, he had read the man's genetic makeup, his atomic, and sub-atomic structure. And those atoms gave off various wavelengths...and that, my friend, is what this energy was coded for

Few knew anything whatsoever about this Stranger, perhaps stranger still, the lack of any cohesive pattern existing anywhere but in the physical perceptions of people that projected itself by will alone. Synthetic atoms composed of Bosons alone, devoid of Fermions, yielding the opacity of the material, yet flickering from moment to moment, the desire fading.

Oddly, The stranger makes no attempt to negate the effect, which hovers in the air for a seeming eternity, but instead, rsonanting itself to the patterns of the local interior, then a moment after the purile effect locks on, switches to the next pattern, that of the local exterior. Atoms, after all, are just atoms, and it makes no difference if an Avatar of the Stranger is composed of barstool atoms, window atoms, or atoms from the moon.

Sadly, though, the overwhelimngly powerful conjuration would be doomed to destroy the surrounding area, lacking any signature asside from a frozen pattern no longer forming the stranger..

It took prolonged time to sustain damage to any given person, the mist may have caused a light burning sensation to those who came in contact with it, now, but that was quickly gone once the mist, too, was gone.

And it was; his mind shut off that link, that portal, and with that he summoned a large wind, channeling the mist out of the tavern, and up into the air, careful not to let it come in contact with anyone, leaving it, and it's occupents unharmed, by his will alone.

So he would take it powers had no real use on this man, he could defend and counter nearly everything it seemed, that Kakkiroth sent at him.

"Well..guess times change, then.." He said, taking out his vorpal weapon. The metal blade lightly rubbing the leather sheathe. But as it came out, this weapon came to life. A sentient weapon, able to shift to what he chose..and he chose a Naginata, it's handle four foot in length, with a 3 foot blade, curving in design--like a scimitar's blade, and flaring lightly. But even if it was a real weapon...it's edge was blunted, it would not cut, nor could it stab, as it's end was rounded..

The rules on no killing really blew... But the hell with it...

Kakkiroth chuckled, and took a step fowards, 7 foot from Noire, and brought the naginata in a horizontal cut at the man's stomach, aiming to hit him in the rib area..His speed was great, but the force behind it wasn't all that great, but still..

His left hand held the weapon a foot below where metal blade met metal staff, his right hand held the bottom, by the counterweight. His eyes fixed on Noire, never removing, never leaving. Now it was time to play the game of chess, now it was time for the true challenge. Melee.

POST 3

Kakkiroth Avonej Wrote:

It took prolonged time to sustain damage to any given person, the mist may have caused a light burning sensation to those who came in contact with it, now, but that was quickly gone once the mist, too, was gone.

And it was; his mind shut off that link, that portal, and with that he summoned a large wind, channeling the mist out of the tavern, and up into the air, careful not to let it come in contact with anyone, leaving it, and it's occupents unharmed, by his will alone.

So he would take it powers had no real use on this man, he could defend and counter nearly everything it seemed, that Kakkiroth sent at him.

"Well..guess times change, then.." He said, taking out his vorpal weapon. The metal blade lightly rubbing the leather sheathe. But as it came out, this weapon came to life. A sentient weapon, able to shift to what he chose..and he chose a Naginata, it's handle four foot in length, with a 3 foot blade, curving in design--like a scimitar's blade, and flaring lightly. But even if it was a real weapon...it's edge was blunted, it would not cut, nor could it stab, as it's end was rounded..

The rules on no killing really blew... But the hell with it...

Kakkiroth chuckled, and took a step fowards, 7 foot from Noire, and brought the naginata in a horizontal cut at the man's stomach, aiming to hit him in the rib area..His speed was great, but the force behind it wasn't all that great, but still..

His left hand held the weapon a foot below where metal blade met metal staff, his right hand held the bottom, by the counterweight. His eyes fixed on Noire, never removing, never leaving. Now it was time to play the game of chess, now it was time for the true challenge. Melee.

The stranger stands there helplessly, waiting for the incapacitating blow to veer in...

• ANNOUNCEMENT -

The tavern's building is 30 meters by 46 meters, with the roof 3 meters high. If that doesn't make sense, well ... PM Kraun. I'm not an architect. <_<;

The girl had already tensed up and gathered her feet beneath her as the man approached, frightened that he might be one of those "porvorts" Auntie had warned her about. Her confusion was evident as the man fell down, but she still noticed his energies in time to hurl herself backwards off the bar before the aura touched her, landing behind it with a thump.

Even as she lets out a squeak of pain, however, the puddle of wine from the dropped bottle ignites, the flames instantly engulfing the unfortunate Ryu, who had laid down right beneath her seat (and right where the bottle had broken). The shards of glass caught in the blaze become red-hot, and any fragments imbedded in his body from the fall will become agonizingly painful to bear. Sitting up quickly and slowly assuming a ready position, she concentrates fiercely on the area around Ryu, lest the flames get out of control or kill him, or he in some way resists the burning.

Gelmax Wrote:

The girl had already tensed up and gathered her feet beneath her as the man approached, frightened that he might be one of those "porvorts" Auntie had warned her about. Her confusion was evident as the man fell down, but she still noticed his energies in time to hurl herself backwards off the bar before the aura touched her, landing behind it with a thump.

Even as she lets out a squeak of pain, however, the puddle of wine from the dropped bottle ignites, the flames instantly engulfing the unfortunate Ryu, who had laid down right beneath her seat (and right where the bottle had broken). The shards of glass caught in the blaze become red-hot, and any fragments imbedded in his body from the fall will become agonizingly painful to bear. Sitting up quickly and slowly assuming a ready position, she concentrates fiercely on the area around Ryu, lest the flames get out of control or kill him, or he in some way resists the burning.

Ryu to die by flames? Truly, this young girl didn't know who she was playing fire with. The flames were burning upon Ryu's body, yet it didn't harm this elemental being for the fires were controlled by the essence of a barrier that formed when he fell, the airs molecules were concentrated being flames of their own counter balancing the flames upon which were controlled by the young lass. He merely stands up while having his hand extending towards her the flames change color becoming an oceanic hue converting entirely to his elemental essence.

The flames swirl around his body then crawls up formulating within his palm as they suddenly erupt from him sending a vibrating explosion going directly towards the girl then in an instant the eruption occured, showing his body was completely unscathed he didn't use any 'godly' powers it was the fact of his elemental creation that his body was used to the intense heat of flames for he could manipulate any molecule within them. By the more oxygen it took, the flames did stretch surrounding the young girl, but at this time of the eruption there was a nanosecond that the flames suddenly became ice enclosing her in a dome that suddenly collapses upon itself with the little girl in it. All this happened as Ryu stood.

Ryu then brushes his arms off of the debri that was upon him then grins more revealing his face covered with his headband and shades. How could he see her, and wearing shades over a headband? This was ridculous beyond compare, "Heh heh... iz dat wat yoo gaught? Leetle chyld?" This manuver wouldn't kill, but it would cause for an unconscious state

[[ EDIT: Added the last part of what the manuver would do if connected. ]]

[[ ~:EDIT:~ 4 ]]

Observing his opponent from his still crouched position on the pseudo-arena's floor, something would begin to occur as the energy field behind his opponent and himself begin to pick up spin. What was to happen? Clash Kiddick would forge a situation of utter madness and chaos.

With a hand still on the handle of his Vorpal weapon, one whose energies and negative impulses could threaten this area with the prospect of unsheathed blade, he quickly pulled it mere inches from its protective casing. A test this would be, no more. A sheen interlaced with silver and golden light rippled out, along with it a chain reaction of molecules experiencing the erratic and resonant encoding of materialism to thrust them into a negated state; put simply, the molecules of the air directly within this barrier would drink within themselves the corruption of this imposing weapon and simply explode with its effects.

"Here it comes-"

Clash Kiddick, balancing the molecules about himself in preparation for the destruction, with the controlled field around the area of combat under his influence, suddenly pulled it inward, forcefully pushing Doji Kurohito forward from behind and into the onslaught as Kiddick simply stepped out through a hole contorted in his own barrier that would fit perfectly the contours of his form, making sure that the implosion was contained within this barrier alone and that none of these destructive essences would seep out into the rest of the bar.

Autokinesis had occurred, the manipulation of atomic and sub-atomic energies, only there was little of Clash's base influence here; merely that of his blade's, but amplified greatly to the point of a maelstrom attack launched on Doji Kurohito. This would not be enough to kill the man, but unless he were able to escape the implosive barrier, he would be left battered and broken.

Kid's own face was serious in the face of what could be considered his olde rival Doji Kurohito, but forming beneath that facade was a most malevolent grin, accompanied by the slight bout of stress put on his mortal coil of enacting such a barrier to contain the explosive energies within it; his soot-and-sweat-smeared cheeks gleamed with anticipation.

"Very well, then." He said, hoping beyond what he was that the man could actually bleed.

But he took the inniative, knowing the man wouldn't attack first. With his fists clenched tight, left held chest high with his breast, his right just above his waist, to the outside side, in-line with his naval area. His legs shoulder length apart, and spaced two feet, his left foot behind his right by two feet, his left out in front of his body by one foot.

But he nodded to Noire. Even if he didn't much like him, he definatly had a newfound respect for him. But he pivoted on his left foot, bringing his body inwards a good two foot, and lifted a knee at the man's stomach, and once more, the speed was decent, but the power behind it--though it wouldn't be obvious--was more than lacking it's motivation.

Yet the entire time, he kept his hands ready up for guard, wondering how the manwould fight hand to hand.

Gelmax Wrote:

((Clarification on position: When the fight started, Jikabuita was ON the bar itself, as in the counter. When Ryu faked sleep, he did so under the bar on the customer's side, and Jikabuita threw herself off the opposite side, the bartender's side, and thus the bar is currently between them and shielding her from Ryu's attacks. I'll treat your post as if your attacks are going up and over the bar then dropping down to get her.))

She feels the flames warped and changed, then manipulated, and knows that this will be interesting. However, they are still flames, and one would be hard pressed to match her in manipulation of fire. Moreover, she had expected something to this effect to happen...she had seen from his plaything earlier that he had some measure of mastery over fire, and thus was quite prepared to deal with his counterattack. As he unleashes the inferno, he would quickly notice that it does NOT behave as it had been intended to...her intense focus on the flames had not wavered and her senses had not been caught unawares, and thus the explosion of flame is instantly focused into a beam or blast of flame which curves sharply upwards, spreading and brightening as it collides with the ceiling above him. Now in a crouching position, she backs up a step or two, now about halfway between the bar and the rack of drinks.

[[ Sigh, I already knew that, but oh well, we'll see what happens now. A dome, know the shape? I hope you do. It goes -around- as well. ]]

The flames were in fact converted to his essence, the alteration of molecules within the speed of the occuring flames suddenly slow as the molecules of the area surrounding her being the air come to a stop. A sudden temperature drop occurs having the molecules, the atoms to stop a absolute zero. This happening once the beam went upwards, her concentration was upon something that it shouldn't have been, he gave an eruption KNOWING it wouldn't be entirely controlled for he didn't want to control it entirely. If he did, he then would lose control of the elements. This wasn't the case though, he had control of the air as it turns into the coldest ice, so cold it burns surrounding the young child and moving at a speed faster than the eruption that occured. If she would use flames on these molecules to move them, the flames would hinder useless at this point and time. This type of ice couldn't be stopped by mere flames. The collapsing nature of this ice conjured up for the little girl's demise, not to kill her, but to put her in an unconscious state as Ryu merely tosses off his cloak.

He looks to her merely having his right palm controlling the essence of the absolute zero structure of molecules by the usage of his inner aura as his left hand begins to circulate the fingers having the air to become slightly like a vacuum since absolute zero is experienced in space where no air exists, but this wouldn't happen for a very long time, only enough time to have the girl to pass out within the dome that was now created. 10 feet surrounding her in diameter. 8 feet in height.

[[ ~:EDIT:~ 5 ]]

It would take more than such a simple technique to incapacitate her, though. Even as the ice forms around her, fire erupts within the dome...attacking not the ice, but the girl. Instantly consumed in the flames, she is gone, and the flame goes out with nothing more to burn. Simple as that, she is gone...there is no sign of her or indeed of any flames resulting from her actions, save for the ceiling which still burns brightly; brighter than any fire should, in fact.

Gelmax Wrote:

It would take more than such a simple technique to incapacitate her, though. Even as the ice forms around her, fire erupts within the dome...attacking not the ice, but the girl. Instantly consumed in the flames, she is gone, and the flame goes out with nothing more to burn. Simple as that, she is gone...there is no sign of her or indeed of any flames resulting from her actions, save for the ceiling which still burns brightly; brighter than any fire should, in fact.

[[ Oooh, that was smart... or was it? ]]

Wait, he wondered as he notices the energy signature was completely gone. Releasing the grasp of the structure as the molecules return their spin and their value of air in the area which he made the attack, he notices that the little girl wasn't around and if she wasn't around, this means she has herself incognito of the area. Ryu just gave a smirk then holds out his left hand looking around in the area then gives a yawn already prepared for an attack to come as his aura swirls around him giving off a great signature. He merely feels the electrons jump inside his body while preparing for something big.

Knowing the flames upon the ceiling, he merely extends his hand up towards it as an ki aura surrounds against the flames in a spherical fashion the instant they occured upon the ceiling. Simply put, he knew something was there.

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[Be back in like two days. Doji and I'll finish then. Y'all have fun.]

It's too little too late, though, as the fire returns to a more normal state, revealing what the intense brightness had hidden earlier - it had been burning a circular path around the edges of the flaming area, the fires increased in some areas to a virtual inferno to sear quickly and easily through the semiresistant materials. And why did the flames dim? Simple...they're done, and instantly upon the dimming of the flames, a perfectly circular section of the ceiling, eight feet in diameter, drops straight for Ryu. Unlikely to kill, but easily enough to cause concussion or unconsciousness.

As for the girl, she's nowhere to be seen, but as the flames still present on the falling piece fade to nothing more than tiny candles struggling against the moving air which threatens to blow them out as they descend, she's probably still nearby - nearer, in fact, than she seems, since energy-detecting techniques would reveal her to be far away from the bar. The only clue to her whereabouts would be the gaping hole in the ceiling, revealing the attic above...but is she truly there?

Gelmax Wrote:

It's too little too late, though, as the fire returns to a more normal state, revealing what the intense brightness had hidden earlier - it had been burning a circular path around the edges of the flaming area, the fires increased in some areas to a virtual inferno to sear quickly and easily through the semiresistant materials. And why did the flames dim? Simple...they're done, and instantly upon the dimming of the flames, a perfectly circular section of the ceiling, eight feet in diameter, drops straight for Ryu. Unlikely to kill, but easily enough to cause concussion or unconsciousness.

As for the girl, she's nowhere to be seen, but as the flames still present on the falling piece fade to nothing more than tiny candles struggling against the moving air which threatens to blow them out as they descend, she's probably still nearby - nearer, in fact, than she seems, since energy-detecting techniques would reveal her to be far away from the bar. The only clue to her whereabouts would be the gaping hole in the ceiling, revealing the attic above...but is she truly there?

Could she even think of new techniques for herself, truly, he didn't really care about what was going to happen for the aura surrounding him flares up even more but yet his signature changed as if something already happened the moment, Ryu just lifts his hand up. "Aversion..." The air surrounding him and the air that came from the outside through the roof waves around the object catching it as Ryu yawns at the thought of the little trick that was occuring. Ryu shook his head as the object hovers directly above his head then simply sighs.

The place is going to be used for other combantants, should've thought about that first little girl. He merely thought while having his hand to raise upward towards the ceiling the air pushes upward having the spot to be refilled with the missing piece. Ryu then uses his right foot creating a circle with a star as he suddenly stops on it causing for the earth to rise upward then sending clay to the circular portion of the ceiling rebuilding it with Mother Earth's own materials which hardens keeping the place nice and neat for later encounters.

Ryu wouldn't leave the tavern for it wasn't permitted.

[[ ~:EDIT:~ 7 ]]

Whereever the girl is, she's not coming out just yet. The distant energy is intensifying, though, so it's clear that something's up.

((I must depart for the night.))

(( This is the posts that are in question. He feels his connected, I feel I countered them.

Kakk: he chuckled, and stood up, and through ignoring the pain, he stood quite well, standing straight, putting equal weight on the bruised and strained ankle.

"not bad...not bad.." He said, stepping in one step, cleaing a distance of 3 foot, and with the same stance he had, minus he didn't stop walking, he through a right jab at the man's nose, and as always, his speed was great, but the force behind the punch was lacking. Was it the fight had took a toll on his mortal coil? more than likely, Kakkiroth was injured in two places, and had been fighting for quite sometime now.

But he had been completely ignoring his teammates, putting his focus in this fight...and to that, he still would. His right went at the man's face, while his left hand lowered just a little, instead of at breast level, it was more mid stomach area, yet his left foot was fowards, and his right foot was backwards, giving him an edge of being able to move quickly, as quickly as his foot would allow, if need be.

He wouldn't lose..

Noire: The Stranger rotates on his center of gravity, sliding his whole arm along the upper arm and down to the wrist of Kakkiroth, then, stepping backward to the side, motions into Kote Geiishi.

Kakk: He had a feeling this would take care of it...or at least finally get some payback for the man. As the man started his rotation, that punch...that feign motion, as there was speed...but the force behind it wouldn't have hurt a fly...that wasn't because of his fatigue, that was his motions. His fist came back, while twisting his body--aiming to slightly bump Noire, to push him just a hair off balance--his left foot coming fowards, his right moving backwards, to put him facing a Noire, who was just now finishing his rotation, who was sideways...but yet, even as his right arm was coming back, his left was coming in with speed...and force, his fist would be aimed at the man's ear, and of course if it connected, blood would be seen. ))

POST 10

Kakkiroth Avonej Wrote:

He had a feeling this would take care of it...or at least finally get some payback for the man. As the man started his rotation, that punch...that feign motion, as there was speed...but the force behind it wouldn't have hurt a fly...that wasn't because of his fatigue, that was his motions. His fist came back,

while twisting his body--aiming to slightly bump Noire, to push him just a hair off balance--his left foot coming fowards, his right moving backwards, to put him facing a Noire, who was just now finishing his rotation, who was sideways...but yet, even as his right arm was coming back, his left was coming in with speed...and force, his fist would be aimed at the man's ear, and of course if it connected, blood would be seen.

Ahem...

His fist came back, landing directly into the grasp of the hand which had originally intended on sliding to meet it...

while twisting his body--aiming to slightly bump Noire which naturally results in the person being completely off balance, making it much easier to take them to the ground...

his left foot coming fowards making it impossible for this foot to be used for a break fall

his right moving backwards, to put him facing a Noire, at this point his arm would be twisted and snapped like a wet twig

even as his right arm was coming back, thus removing the option of this arm being used for break fall, and most likely the other arm...

his left was coming in with speed...and force, his fist would be aimed at the man's ear already being hyper extended, would rapidly be used for a crushing fall, followed by a standing pin in which he might have to tear off his own arm to escape.

POST 11

The Stranger realizing that they, having caused much suffering, relinquish the injuries inflicted, withdrawing the wounds of Kakkiroth.

"there is no justice in trading real bitterness for hollow victory. If we are bound to face each other on the field of battle, let us be greeted as friends, let us fight valiantly, and let us perish without shame.

There is no value in beating a man by crushing his will to fight, his will to live. And twice vexed is he who would seek to defeat a man whose only fortification is the love of his friends.

Choosing to fight for loyalty is not a crime, nor should it be punished, nor shall we be the bearers of such burdens. Kakkiroth is a good man, and though he dwell in a pool of demons enshrouded in the tapestry of delusion and crowned with all the arrogance of a blackened Carceri, he remains an adversary worthy of the chance, if not the crown of Victory"

He simply began to walk toward Kurohito, his right hand on the handle of the weapon sheathed at his right side, fingers clasped about it and thumb pointing straight down in front, not four feet away now and well within striking distance for what would appear to be a melee conflict.

Kurohito held his position, watching his opponent closely as he stood still, his body in perfect control with himself.

Kurohito remained in his spot, motionless as he continued to watch his opponent, taking in his actions, his words. His concentration was focused onto his rival, as he had killed him once, maybe even twice before. He did not move, as he kept his feet spread, his Kakita Blade up in front of him.

[6 Posts]

Allow him to kick something else out, then. Standing there, staring, this one would open wide his mouth and release sudden, piercing sound levels well in excess of the one hundred and fifty phons that the tympanic membrane, the human eardrum, was capable of receiving before experiencing rupture; moreover, so powerful was the noise that it would immediately upset the liquid within the semi-circular canals of Kurohito's deepest inner ear, if not rendering him unconscious--after throwing him from his feet from the sheer force of the supersonic blast, also--then making it impossible for him to maintain his balance, some formidable elapse of time required until his equilibrium would return. In order to prevent Clash Kiddick's own eardrums from rupturing, biofeedback would enact small but worthy extra membranes which enveloped the tympanic ones within Clash's ears in preparation, and sound wavelengths were concentrated in the first place in Doji's general direction.

With quick movement of the left wrist, just inches above the belt where his kunai were hooked, he would unclasp one of the eight-inch blades and in a motion accentuated by one blurred hand release it point-forward in the direction of his opponent's right kidney.

His eyes never strayed.

[6]

POST 12

As Clash begins to open his chirping mouth, Noire reaches into the office supply room of a police lab grabbing twio devices... one is an audio reciever which he clips into a laser guided LRAD, pointing the dot at Clashe's head.

edit:

now with pictures:

http://images.google.com/images?svnum=10&hl=en&lr=&safe=off&q=LRAD&btnG=Search

((Actually, I didnt catch that in the beginning since I didnt bother to read all the non-fight posts and stuff.

And the paramedics, judges, and refs would have to remain in the area anyways.

Unless the device thing goes through. Shrugs

I'll still leave it as a ref's call.))

='(

Ryu then looks around the area noticing the judgement call then sighed a bit while he knew something was wrong. Yet his opponent wasn't around to be found, or was she? Apparently, she ran from the arena out of view, thus, Ryu then asks the sole judge that's around, "If my opponent doesn't come back within the time limit... does this make me the victor?"

He was asking this question for the fact that for some reason and quite a long time, his opponent hasn't responded to him.

[[ ~:EDIT:~ 9 ]]

The powerful energy suddenly rushes back toward the bar. Invisible but still present, it enters the attic, and suddenly there's a large concentration of energy where the girl probably is - directly above Ryu's head. Strangely enough, it's much stronger than the girl was before...a simple power-up? Whatever it is, it's strong, focused, and dangerous.

[ About damn time. ![smilies/icon_stare.gif ]]

Ryu, in knowing auras, was sensing great vibrations in the area. Using the aura sight due to his elemental abilities, he was able to notify the large amount of exceeding force that flown fluid from above. The air surrounding Ryu begins to swirl around him creating a invisible wind barrier, which disrupted the issue of the soundwaves from him, and thus holds his left palm outwards which was still conjuring up an energy that was pouring from him in the plane he was currently in.

His obsidian hair began to untangle from the braided pony-tail, flowing like a river down his back. Ebony in color this energy continues to form within his hand as it gathers more energy into it. Ryu knew that his opponent wasn't really 'invisible' parsay, but that concealing herself within a different energy would have for her to appear invisible but she still could be seen with the alteration of auras that Ryu notices throughout the area. He was just standing here, his body entirely loose and ready, conjuring a power to put himself and her inside... what could this object to be? He knew the bystanders in the area ran off, but using this much power may be dangerous if it wasn't controlled. Luckily, Ryu knew his own limits within this plane for he didn't want to disrupt it, but the usage of this power will be great, but not great enough to destroy the entire area.

His right hand held onto the left as a base converting the elements into one... what was Ryu doing?

[[ ~:EDIT:~ 10 ]]

"AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNTIE!!!!"

The ceiling cracks...groans...and breaks. From above Ryu's head, coming through the ceiling, comes a large slab of brown rock, aimed directly for Ryu's head. If it doesn't knock him out, it'll sting like the dickens and probably stun him. Though Ryu doesn't know it, the stone is magic-resistant - he can dodge, or he can push it aside, but he cannot easily break it. Atop the stone rides, not the innocent-looking girl, but a tall, slender, raven-haired woman.

POST 13

The construction is composed of psionic will. As the stranger is not perceptable to the mental plane of mind and psionics, infact, it is as if he doesnt exist psychically, he merely walks through the barreir and a hollow voice composed only of compassion settles in the air as if a shock from no where "No matter how far Hanuman flew, from one edge of the universe to the other, how could he not see, said Brahman, "You have not yet left the palm of my hand"

[[ Hold up, is this legal? Using two characters? ]]

He shook his head, and his shell dissipated. So much for that, eh? His eyes flared, and so did the power within him; psionics wouldn't work. He couldn't use the planes, since they were focused on psionics, and heavily on killing.

But that left Arcane, Divine, and Spiritual.. But Kakkiroth felt he couldn't even begin to touch Noire on a spiritual level. And plus, he had never really got into it.. But with the jenova cells activated, it had given him something he had long ago forgot; the power he had once lost, the power that he had locked away within those cells, showing itself so very few times.

It was the power of magic..and the elements, something he had long ago left behind. Who knew. All this fancy stuff he had been doing...using the planes, psionics...it didn't work. Nor did his melee, or his weapon. What else was left? It was pure guts.

But his hands blurred as arcane sigils were performed; a deep language of a long exinct race slurred through his lips.

And in the second it passed, the energy that precipated down his body sent a prevailing gust of wind out from his body...nothing special about this wind, except it was controlled by gestures...completely. And thus, when it went out from him..not even two inches in any direction, it was all turned around, simply by a spiral motion of his middle finger, a jest on his part; but that wind was compressed, and razor sharp.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

They all came in at Noire, while Kakkiroth mentally prepared another spell, these four condensed cannisters of energy were sent at the man's lower legs, and towards his wrists. Yes, let's see some maiming action, no?

Of course, that wind wasn't normal wind...it had a searing edge to it, thus if it did connect, it would caterize the wound, there would be minimal blood loss, and no loss of life.

Gelmax Wrote:

Kyetino licks her lips, staring hungrily at the man before her. She seems to have a particular liking for dark colors, as she is clad in black from her raven hair to her sable boots, while black sunglasses hide her eyes. Her head slowly turns from one side to the other, surveying the small cube, before reaching to her back and taking the staff of rock which was fastened there.

Meanwhile, outside the cube, power starts to gather again, centering once more on a point in the attic.

Ryu gave a slight yawn noticing the frame of this summon that was in the same 'ring' with him. The cube truly having the ability to defy all abilities within and outside of it, thus making it a perfect barrier from the outside. No attacks would possibly work from within this barrier due to its polarity being rather neutral. Ryu stares directly at the being then extends his hand outward towards the creature knowing that the summon won't survive for long as all of its abilities are gone. The summon really couldn't survive in this without the abilities, and since it was a summon means it's not a creature of mortal value, but not having its own powers creates a void. Making the summon to not exist at all inside the cube, since the being was that itself, something of magic.

He merely wanders within the confine of the cube staying within range of the 6 feet from the rock then stares toward the outside knowing that the little girl is around out there... somewhere. Since magicks doesn't exist inside this cube, so does not the existance of the summon in the cube.

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POST 15

Michael Noire reaches into the CVS department store plucking dysentaries and alkaseltzer pills by the dozens, then crushes them into fine powdery bits.. sufficient to gift an african elephant Montazoomas revenge for a week.

Closing his hand with the tight dose, he looks about eye level to kaakkiorth, and then his internal organs. He then walks around to the other side of the bar out of sight. With the spiralling switft shake of his hand, he releases the chemical concetrates directly connected through tiny prapti connections of the victims digestive track.

"Game's Up"

Gelmax Wrote:

However, Ryu did not properly understand the nature of this particular summon. It was not a creature made of magic that he faced, but rather an existing creature called to that location by magic. Though it indeed preferred using magic and magic was a part of it, its nature was such that it would yet be able to continue existing even within anti-magic areas.

And, aware that her ability to use magic was gone, Kyetino brandishes the augmented earthen staff, holding it in a simple but unskilled defensive stance.

The gathering energies suddenly streak off into the distance before disappearing entirely...though Ryu would not be able to feel this, restricted as he was within the cube of his own creation.

[[ Your character's a coward, man. ]]

Ryu looks upon the opponent then simply unsheathes one of his twin blades, a jagged edge katana blade slender in nature. He smirks slightly twisting the blade to point directly at her, the blade being 3 feet in length, giving him a five foot radius. His right hand holds firmly towards the blade while he looks toward her then gave a simple shrug as his body begins to move swiftly kicking a chair that flies directly towards the woman as he follows behind the chair keeping the distance between them at a mere five feet in range. His blade being drawn down towards his side now instantaneous with the kick as he watches her closely.

Outside the cube an audience member booed the little girl for disappearing again, "You call this a fight??? I can't see anything in that cube. This is a waste of my money!"

[[ ~:EDIT:~ 13 ]]

[ ![smilies/icon_lol.gif Then I'll post at the time when you return. -_-

I'm going too. This will be my placement for my post. So... Reserved]]

Kraun Wrote:

((

Kakkiroth Avonej Wrote:

Even if he couldn't consciously react, the Jenova cells in his body were omnipotent, and thus were able to react...

Is it just me or does that sound kinda... lame invincibility? ._.

Other judges?))

(( Jeez, it's the only immunity the character has, is to elements. aka air, earth, fire, and water. =/ And that's only when the strand is active, which is hardly ever. ))

(( Nah, it's cool. I'm getting ready to respond to it. I was just away for awhile, and came back to see the cells in question, and was like,, "gaaah, no, no no no no!!' lol. But yeah, I'll have a post up in a few, just got a little busy, and still am. So it'll be up in a few. ))

((I've permission from Kraun to enter and act as a striker if needed.))

Oblivionic pushes forth one of the doors to the bar. He steps through the entryway, allowing the door to swing freely behind him. He doesn't really belong here in his tattered black t-shirt and loose pants of the same; nor his wrapped hands and feet, and painted steel face mask; but he's not here to fight, he thinks. No, his purpose here is to see his team advance, as he is sure they will. And as they advance, he may be needed later; so, he wants to see them in action so that he may better work with them. First off, he sees Doji by his self. Not a surprise to Oblivionic, though he expected to atleast catch the end of it. He moves to the left side of the door(s), and leans himself against the wall, arms crossed, and in a relaxed position. He hopes a certain planeswalker will show his face before it is all over...

((Ok, an official judges ruling was asked for, and so after a talk with Kraun, here is one. The matter being questioned is the issue of wether or not Kakk has just KO'd himself by removing himself from the body. After much deliberation we found one part of his post to be the answer to this.

Kakkiroth Avonej Wrote:

Of course it'd be easier for him to lose in this form...but..well, he wasn't worried.

Kakk admits that it is still possible for him to lose, and much easier than before. He is still able to fight, it may be very difficult to hit a spirit, but not nearly as difficult to hit a lifeless body. It is the official ruling that Kakk has not been KO'd and so the match continues.))

((Edit: Nothing to see here!))

((I would prefer if this did not become a giant OOC argument. And it will not.

Michael Noire Wrote:

i cannt be DQed for exorcising him on the following grounds:

1. he disintegrated his own body, not me.

1. even though his body was disintegrated, it was ruled that since he was

"weaker" and could still be defeated, that he was not yet DQd

1. if he was not DQd for being a projection of a corpse, then how could i be told "you still have to defeat him" when he has no body to defeat? only a spirit?

Therefore, by virtue of paradox, it is impossible for me to do anything but sewnd him to the enxt life, as, by his own will, his body is no longer.

I will ask kindly that you do not attempt to stipulate what the judges can and cannot do.

As for your 3 points.

1. He dissolved his body and infact mentioned that it would now be easier for him to lose. This meant there was a possibility for him to lose. Just as when you were fighting him earlier with a body there were many methods in which you could end the fight, killing was one of them, it wasnt the only one. And it still isnt.

1. As stated above, by his own post he declared himself weaker and able to be defeated. Therefore he was not DQ'd, furthermore, unlike the average spirit which passes on after death,he proves to be alive. You have not made a single attempt at defeating, except this attack.

1. Your are making the assumption that:

A. He is a corpse.

and

B. He cannot be harmed.

Techniques are practiced which would have to mean that he is done this technique in the past and was certainly not killed. Infact the person you were fighting before that post was certainly not deceased. He himself admitted that he was easier to defeat, and you have not tried to defeat him in any other way, you have assumed it was impossible. Just because you cannot find the means to harm him or win, does not mean there is none. This applies to an and all RP fights.

If a person is wearing full plate mail and you cannot hurt them with punches, it does not justify, or legalize, that you slice there head off at the neck joint simply because you cannot find another way.

As I said, I cannot and will not stop you from sending him to an afterlife if that is what you wish to do. But you have been warned and you will be disqualified should he cross over, due to your actions.))

(( I'm sure that even Noire would disagree with your logic, Gelmax. Kakkiroth did not kill himself by destroying his physical body...notice throughout the match that I've been posting Kakk as a physical 'avatar' of his true form; this is the second stage to his true form. The final 'form', is solely intangible, and is quite literally a god-mod for me to use.

Even if something is not understandable, or you don't understand it, doesn't make it any less real for those who do...though i'm not implying you don't know, you may..but may be misunderstanding; have you ever heard of an ethereal form? Think of an 'astral' form--which is what Kakk is in now, since he crossed over--in those terms, an ethereal image, a copy of his trueself, but this is astral, and on an entirely different level.

It at both times makes him harder, and easier to kill. Harder, for no longer will anything 'physically' harm him, easier, because as Noire demonstrated, it's easy to remove spirits from the plane, or 'unlock' them. Making them ascend through the planes to a point where they belong--and that is obviously out of this fight.

When he released my astral image in such said fashion, he sent my char' to 'heaven', or 'hell'...wherever that char's soul would go, I do not know. -Shrug.- But the fact of the matter is, he sent me beyond a point of where Kakkiroth can sustain life. So I would presume he's dead, now.

Buuut, hey...as you've said, Gelmax..there's alot of people who would revive Kakk. My friends included. And when that RP is complete, well...I'll make sure and post it for all, and anyone, who so wishes to see how it was done.

To put this straight, I had no control over his prayer, nor could I stop it, considering my character believes there are gods above, and thus is affected by their power. Thusly...he was 'crossed over', as everyone seems to be terming it.

But if I can get Kakk revived before the next fight--and the post qualifications I've set on my own standards, 3,000 words,--will Kakk be allowed to participate? ))

Kakkiroth Avonej Wrote:

(( The final 'form', is solely intangible, and is quite literally a god-mod for me to use.

To put this straight, I had no control over his prayer, nor could I stop it, considering my character believes there are gods above, and thus is affected by their power. Thusly...he was 'crossed over', as everyone seems to be terming it.

But if I can get Kakk revived before the next fight--and the post qualifications I've set on my own standards, 3,000 words,--will Kakk be allowed to participate? ))

((actually, it was ruled that doing that would be constituded as MDK, so I used the prayer to bind said entity into an object, similar to the construction of a Djinn. Actually, the Djinn mythology is entirely based upon the above incantion, which though translated to english for convenience, dates back to @ 900 BC hebrew).

it has already been stated that binding kakkiroth as a "puppet" djinn is not constituted as "killing" therefore has no bearing on disqualification, while using Prakamya (one of the 8 hindu perfections) would constitute, as Kakk just admmited, as "death" = DQ.

Therefore, you see the above transtion to the entrapment prayer. Oddly, if ruled properly and accepted, it allows both myself and kakkiroth to continue, at least in some form, through out the tournament, as kakkiroth would be converted from a "contestant" to a contestants "magic item"

However, i find this whole ordeal a bit unsettling.

Gelmax spoke his peace, we should be calm now.

Since Kakkiroth and I are both finished with our post limits, our match is over, no matter what we would wish to further comitt to doing.

Now we wait for Ryu Versher and Gelmax to finish their match.

oh.. and WElcome to 2006 !! ))

[[ Someone doesn't know what -horizontal- means. lol And no, I didn't babelfish anything I say, because well, I know my English grammar. I made it fairly understandable for even you, but you can't perceive that, then well... ~:Looks at one of the characters and cringes:~ Ouch. ]]

Gelmax Wrote:

((Your posts read like they've been Babelfished, I could handle it when we were just doing magic, but hand-to-hand? I am assuming for the purposes of this post that the part that actually affects me is that your right hand went from your up-right to your down-left and your left hand went from your down-left to your up-right, and both hands are holding three-foot blades.))

What happens to the cube is hardly Gelmax's concern, and he cares little whether it was destroyed or not, as dark lines trace themselves around the floor, about two inches outside where the cube is/was. From these lines sprout dark walls, two inches higher than Ryu's cube, and from these walls come the final two sides, the top and bottom, forming a new cube which would completely contain Ryu's cube if it was still intact and contain Ryu and Kyetino regardless. Within the cube, it is not very different from before, except that if Ryu's cube is no longer intact then they will notice it has become much darker (though not lightless) and that a strange mist fills the cube.

Brandishing the staff, she simply places it lengthwise between the two blades, the top of the staff under the blade in his right hand and the bottom of the staff over the blade in his left hand and whirls it clockwise, jerking the blade in his right hand upwards and to his left and pushing the blade in his left hand downwards and to his right. At the least, it'd halt his strike; at the most, it would knock him off balance for a few seconds and possibly pull the blades from his hands. In any case, she does not wait to see the results, as she pushes forward as soon as his strike is halted, shoving the staff against his chest and lunging forward in a bid to knock him off balance while his hands are occupied, the ends of the staff still against his wrists.

From the ceiling comes the sounds of the cheerful girl, cheering on "Auntie" and "Boss" alike.

Ryu's X slice wasn't in the vertical fashion that his opponent thought it was, it was actually more in a horizontal manner as the right arm went from a right-upward position going down to a left down position while at the same time the left hand went completely horizontal towards the woman. Truly, the woman has made an interesting defense but not enough to have Ryu to be completely blocked, therefore this is what actually happens.

The right blade does in fact possibly stop at the staff, but the continuing force of this has for the blade to hit against his cube in the process of having the opponent against the wall, same with the blade within his left hand coming from his opponent's right horizontally (Putting emphasis for a reason because you misread my post) actually connecting toward his opponent's left portion of her waist digging in just about a foot into her getting stopped by the blade. Ryu was in fact within a 4 foot range, and by having his opponent up against the cube, it means the cube gets hit before the opponent but it never loses its momentum the slight as Ryu gives the added pressure to slice into his opponent.

At this time, the 'Boss' was creating a new cube surrounding the cube that Ryu made, but Ryu in doing his attack interacted with this as well crushing through the wall of this newly forming cube as well. Ryu's True Blaze may have stopped at the woman's staff but only after it hits the main targer while the left went completely horizontal across, below, the staff disecting the person in half completely as Ryu intended.

The blades still contact of the cubes and the woman herself, she miscalulated drastically as did the man that created the cube thus Ryu was able to destroy 3 birds with two stones so to speak. Just because the cube was a couple of inches further than Ryu's cube, it'll still get connected due to the fact of his arms being fully extended and the arcing fashion of his strike.

( Reason why Ryu has connected is that during the so called twirl, it happens before his attack fully commense for he connects against the cube first before he attacks his opponent, and when he gets to the cube, it has for him to slow down slightly during the rotation of the staff and when the blades hit against the staff, the added friction of the cube has for him to keep going in the direction yet stopping the twirling blade with his left that goes completely across. )

Ryu's feet stern, notices the mist that begins to conceal the area, but Ryu was knowledgable of the chance to use his elements again since the cubes were now having a discovered hole thus destroying them in the process. The Wind element surrounds Ryu inside a ball that instantaneously created from the notifying nature of the mist trying to envelope the area as Ryu knew that he would be fighting against two entities and not the opponent herself.

"Little girl... to have others fight for you, shows your true nature of being a coward." As the staff was coming towards him, as Ryu spoke in a telepathic mind the judge and everyone else would hear him clearly the wind engulfs him having him to disappate into air as he travels out of the area where the cube was made then sits upon the counter revisifying his entire body from the element of wind with both blades within their sheathes, legs crossed while he has a book open reading, Black Ice.

[[ 15 ]]

Due to being disgusted by the fighters flashing their substantially smaller "e-nis"es to eachother he simply turns and leaves. Its sorta awkward that they would do that in battle anyway...

[[ Not really, I don't need to learn English. But apparently, you don't do well in Math, do you? Honestly, your cube was the same as mine thus it can be broken from the blade sticking -through- it for your character was at the cube's end, my cube's end to be more precise.

Nor did you state how long your own staff is, nor did you state how close you were to me when in fact I said the entire time of how close I am to you. The balance wouldn't be disruptive due to the added force Ryu generated, truly, you really don't know much about the math and physics that are involved in this. And you can't say that your cube isn't destroyed for you never said that PHYSICAL attacks wouldn't effect it. If it's not stated, then it won't occur. Thus, your cube's gone as well, and my post is still in effect.

Nor was it stated how -fast- the mist fills the entire area, Ryu escapes before the cube had fully closed upon the area. You're so moding right now. And I didn't manipulate the mist I manipulated the air around me when my cube was broken, thus having my abilities to return and getting out of the predicament that I was in. You should be more specific in your posts if you want to mode like that. ]]

Gelmax's post holds.

He didn't need to state that the cube was resistant to physical attacks. Why would he? It's not like your character knew that. Unless this goes against what was sent to Kraun before the fight, it's legal. Also, the more force you put in an attack, the more you'll be unballanced if it's parried.

Also, he just stated how fast the mist was filling.

As for the magic, the mist has nothing to do with it. Ryu was using air to make a bubble. If he can find air in the cube, he can make his bubble.

Anything I missed?

((Actually, Ryu, you didn't state that YOUR cube would be destroyed with the merest scratch until your FOURTH post with the cube active when you destroyed it yourself. In fact, till then, you made no allusion to its weakness towards physical attacks. Additionally, am I going to tell you exactly how to get out of my last-resort plan? No. And I don't have any reason to, because I didn't see you telling me how to escape your plan.

Additionally, the length of the staff doesn't matter just yet, because she's done nothing in which the length of the staff could possibly be a factor, and it's not like I carry a damn yardstick around with me. And as for the distance between us, I assumed that the figure YOU provided was accurate, until of course she lunged or charged at you, meaning that she became very close to you. She used the staff twist to make you momentarily lose control of the blades, and she charged you in that brief second of opening to ram you off-balance and keep close.

The mist fills the entire area in the cube. The area inside the cube is in fact fundementally and magically altered. Additionally, you can't escape, because you can't do magic, because from the moment you destroyed your cube there were two influences on your mind and Gel's cube was created near-instantly. I've already given you far too much leeway and escape time in my attacks, in fact; more than I would normally give.))

Bubbles [v3] Wrote:

Chair? What chair?

[ Seems like you don't read posts entirely... ![smilies/icon_stare.gif

"Little girl... to have others fight for you, shows your true nature of being a coward." As the staff was coming towards him, as Ryu spoke in a telepathic mind the judge and everyone else would hear him clearly the wind engulfs him having him to disappate into air as he travels out of the area where the cube was made then sits upon the counter revisifying his entire body from the element of wind with both blades within their sheathes, legs crossed while he has a book open reading, Black Ice. "

But I see his point. Doesn't matter though, I only have 2 more posts anyway, and besides, I let my opponent know weaknesses in the things I do, if I don't say what's ineffected, then that gives you leeway in to use something that's not of that substance. Thus, saying something like it's physically ineffective doesn't go well with me when it wasn't stated that it was ineffective to destroy it physically. ]]

Gelmax Wrote:

((Second-to-last paragraph of his last IC post, in which after breaking our cubes and slicing Kyetino in half (I think) he teleports out of the cube using air-element magic. In the last paragraph, he speaks telepathically as he teleports, and appears on the counter reading a book.

I think. I also think he's assuming that everything I do is extremely slow, that everything he does is extremely fast in relation to everything I do, or both. It's difficult to tell, the way he types.))

[[ If you don't state the speed, then I can go by from where you state in the situation and have my character react. Trust me, it's legit in that format. If you don't state distance, then I will. If you don't state where you are, then I will. ]]

Ryu Versher 777 Wrote:

[[ Plus, there's one thing that you just did. I'll show you. ]]

"The only response to Ryu's telepathic taunting is a girlish giggle, as the young child pokes her head out the hole in the ceiling and smiles toothily. "

[[ THIS ACKNOWLEDGES THAT HE GOT OUT. Magicks doesn't penetrate through the cube, nor should telepathic abilities, upon which he SAT DOWN ON A COUNTER OUTSIDE THE CUBE. ]] ((Uh, no it doesn't. I acknowledged that YOUR cube was destroyed.

HOWEVER, did you see the part in the SAME ******** POST WHERE I STATED THAT MY CUBE WAS NOT THE SAME AS YOURS?

))

((What the ******** are you talking about? Whether you can send a telepathic message has no bearing on whether you can perform an air-element teleportation spell. Guess what? The teleportation spell failed at life, the telepathic message didn't! NOW STOP BITCHING BUTTHOLE, THE JUDGE HAS ALREADY SPOKEN.))

((The judge said my post holds. My post spent an ENTIRE PARAGRAPH talking explicitly about how my cube is still intact. If you're going to be a wuss and not accept things that might end up in you losing, just forfeit already and spare yourself and your team the embarrassment.))

((Because he didn't get out. Here's the sequence of events.

Ryu tries to cut through cube [negated by cube's special properties]

Ryu then tries to do his wind teleport thingy...[negated by cube's special properties]

...while sending a telepathic message [not negated by anything, thusly happened]))

((Regarding the arm length thing: I considered that YESTERDAY. However, that still only makes a five-foot reach when your arms are fully extended straight forward (which they weren't) and she was four feet from you. A human body's about nine to fourteen inches "thick", and as such you can subtract about a foot from the blades since you intended to hit her too. This makes about a four-foot range with arms fully extended. Add in the several inches between her and the cube wall (if she had been touching the wall, then your cube would have been destroyed as it would have been indistinguishable from a weak blow) and you would have barely been able to cut your own cube.))

((Just for you, I got up, measured out four feet with a ruler, and actually tried out that lunging move to determine whether you could possibly have the time to do all that before she barges into you and they fall all over each other. Turns out four feet is less than two paces and she'd hit you almost instantly. Hell, I can jump twice that distance. Considering that you have to change stance and she doesn't (after dropping the blades, you can't just go instantly into a handspring, you have to move your hands from the position they were in when you released the blades to a good position for being where they should be when they need to be, while she doesn't change the arrangement of her arms at all but charges forward immediately as soon as you release the blades), the chances of you getting all that off in time are nil. And you're vulnerable until the counterattack, so...))

((As for Gel's technique, you had two posts in which to escape it, all it would've taken was a magical attack. Too late now, though. Now you've fallen prey to the dimensional mage. Just as well, it's thunderstorming outside.))

Ryu's ducking to a handspring kick seems like a good idea until he's taught forcefully that bullet-time doesn't exist, as Kyetino barges into him before his hands even touch the ground. He would CERTAINLY be knocked to the ground, as he's definitely not in any position to take a forceful (if not strong or damaging) hit. Lucky for him, she's not exploiting the opening this time, as she's in no position to stop and falls over him, landing sprawled over his upper body with her breasts in his face, with just enough sense to get as much weight on his arms as possible to stop immediate counterattack. About this time, the influences attempting to lull him to sleep strengthen somewhat, becoming a burden to the mind, and a dangerous lust is mixed in, one which would distract him and quickly trick him into weakening his defenses, either physical or mental.

Unfortunately, all his luck goes bad right about now. Why? The cube simply vanishes from the plane of Gaia, and Gelmax breathes a sigh of relief. If the opponent had attacked the cube walls directly with a strong magical attack, he might have made a brief opening and escaped, and then there would have been problems; but it seems as though Kyetino's distractionary tactics combined with both her mental influence and that of the mist were successful to stall him from doing so for long enough for the spell to take effect...and now the cube is gone. Where has it gone?

Why, to the Realm of Nonexistence, of course. After all, that's what most of Gelmax's spells center around. As a dimensional mage, he isn't the strongest or fastest of fighters anymore, but through events a while back that would make quite a long story, he had acquired control of a small pocket dimension which just happened to be particularly manipulable to the owner's will. What THIS means is that the Realm of Nonexistence is loyal to its master, and will restructure itself to the master's commands. Many dark beings lurk within, and the realm itself is harsh to "guests". Gel always tries to send his opponents there, as it usually makes for a swift and instant victory. It's often troublesome getting them there; but, those who are too slow to escape pay a strong price. Escape is and always has been impossible; under the Realm's previous owner, even Gelmax himself, an impressively powerful dimensional mage, was unable to escape until the Realm's owner was destroyed and he seized control.

"Fire! He has been removed from the fighting area. Is this sufficient, or must he be incapacitated or slain?"

"Yippie! Um, um, that shoooooooould be enough, I think, if he's outside of the ring for ten seconds or something, that should be enough. Just, um, hold him till the judges say that Iiiiiiiiii win! Don't kill him, now! Um, judge peoples?"

The girl, responding happily to Gelmax's query, looks questioningly towards the judges.

Ryu should not fear, however. He would not be slain. Rather, he would be held in the Realm of Nonexistence, an agonizing experience by itself but not fatal. He would be held there until the judges decreed that Ryu had lost, then returned to this realm. Tired, most likely, and probably tormented, but not dead.

((I'd smack down cold hard cash that the "post" he intends to make tomorrow will be interrupting my previous post before the cube vanishes and blasting it with a magical attack, now that I've told him OOC how he COULD HAVE gotten out BEFORE it vanished and then immediately vanished it.))

Well, the last of the judging is done, and the scores are in and averaged out. Obviously there is going to be a lot of bitching, but its only expected when testosterone is flaring up in unbelievable levels.

Points are awarded in 4 categories, each part is worth 5 points. On a rating scale of 1-5 for each category.

1. Did they break any rules?

1. How long did it take them to post?

1. Were they creative?

1. Could you tell what they were doing? Also being were they able to describe their moves clearly?

So winning is not about beating the living crap out of someone, but rather RPing as a whole. Though of course, winning a round does provide bonus points, and contrary to that, arguements result in deduction of points.

Legends: 12.6 pts

Old Skool: 14.08 pts

Sin Malkeiri Wrote:

.: You should re-learn your science classes, and - ATTEMPT - to learn physics. Good god. I seen so many wrongs on Gelmax that it made me sick. But I also seen enough on the other team. : Shakes his head. : This tournement sucks. Thank god I didn't join. :.

OOC: We're... glad you didn't join too?

Gelmax Wrote:

((This coming from the guy who purposely makes up scientific-sounding bullshit as complicated as possible so people get confused and don't realize he's talking bullshit?))

OOC: = o ******** ripped off my capoeira idea! shuns

Sin Malkeiri Wrote:

Literate Post Wrote:

The right blade does in fact possibly stop at the staff, but the continuing force of this has for the blade to hit against his cube in the process of having the opponent against the wall, same with the blade within his left hand coming from his opponent's right horizontally (Putting emphasis for a reason because you misread my post) actually connecting toward his opponent's left portion of her waist digging in just about a foot into her getting stopped by the blade. Ryu was in fact within a 4 foot range, and by having his opponent up against the cube, it means the cube gets hit before the opponent but it never loses its momentum the slight as Ryu gives the added pressure to slice into his opponent.

((You marked THAT as a literate post? Are you drunk or something?))