DATASS vs Make Waves [Page 1]

Heaven or Hell: RE-Union - Round 2

Team D.A.T.A.S.S. vs. Team Make Waves

The Wolf, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Passing through the magician’s shop and through a curtain separating it from a hallway in the back, you feel as if you’ve been transported to an entirely different place. Rather than the dusty room you had initially entered in the small Durem boutique you now stand in a pristine hallway that is 100 feet long and 10 feet wide; so long in fact that it should be going clear to the other side of the street judging by the exterior of the building! Lit by dozens of candle fixtures carrying a small, blue flame the dark, hardwood floor is covered by a deep purple carpet down the center of the hallway toward a floor-length mirror against the wall at the far end. Each side of the hallway has ten doors equally spaced apart with a candle fixture between them.

As the nervous-looking attendant guides you into hallway he mutters something under his breath and lets the curtain fall behind you… only for the curtain to fall entirely from the wall and leave no trace of the doorway you had just stepped through! Looking to the mirror at the other end of the hallway, you can see that the reflection shows a closed wooden door on the empty wall beside you, but it also shows that door opening and a black human-shaped figure stepping out from it. On the wall where you entered the hallway a dark spot appears, and rapidly grows, quickly covering the entire wall and spreading out across the ceiling, floor, and sides of the hallway!

General - Welcome to the grand opening of the Magician Lucillien Dark’s enchanted fashion outlet! The selection is so grand that the entire department was built on another plane just to contain it! But you don’t have to feel overwhelmed by choices, as the shop’s assistants will help you to choose an outfit and put it on, as well as to help you out of your armor, clothes, and skin.

Weapons - Whatever costumes and articles of clothing you may end up with, and any light fixtures that you can pry off of the walls.

Natural Element Resource - Wood, Dark, Fashion.

Bonus Effects - The shop’s assistants “help” the customers in various ways:

(1) The black spot at the end of the hallway grows larger each post, extending 5 feet further each post (beginning at 0 feet and reaching the end of the 100 foot hallway on post 20).

(2) If someone is standing within 10 feet of the black spot a myriad of shadowy hands reach out to that person and begin to deftly remove their clothing in ways that somehow don’t interfere with their ability to move or fight. If someone is standing within 5 feet of the black spot the hands are so numerous that they tangle around each other and the person they are attending; pulling and tugging and creating a nuisance of themselves as they undress the person. If that person ends up being overtaken by the black spot they are held against it by the hands with moderate force as if being restrained by an adult male human.

(3) The hands will begin removing articles of clothing and items worn by the person they are undressing from the outside layer first, but do so by body segments (example: 2 hands, 2 feet, 2 arms, 2 legs, upper torso, lower torso, and head/neck). Once there are no more items for the hands to remove on a body segment, they find something else to strip away instead. Piercings, hair, skin, the hands will tug and pull to try and remove layer after layer from the customer one piece at a time.

(4) Touching the doorknob on any of the hallway’s side doors will cause it to fling open of its own volition and 1 second later hundreds of shadowy hands fly out and pull in the person standing closest to the door (within 5 feet). 5 seconds later that person is then thrown out of a different eligible door (not one that has been overtaken by the black spot) in the hallway dressed in whatever clothing the assistants had chosen for the customer in place of what they had been wearing when they went in. Only clothing is changed, items and equipment are still in the possession of the customer after changing.

(5) Combatants can leave the hallway by exiting through the door in the mirror at the end of the hall… whether they do this on their own or by being forced into it by the advancing black spot is up to circumstance.

(6) STRIKERS - A striker entering the hallway comes in through a random eligible door and leaves through the closest door after the duration has expired; the hands open the door on their own and pull the Striker out; dumping them into the main room of the magician’s shop in a random set of clothing chosen by the assistants.

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With a curious look, habitually held in the corner of her cheek, Rou stole glances at the opponent she stood side-by-side with, Marcus Sade.  She considered him covertly, as they were patiently waiting behind an attendant on the way to their battleground, as they were being led into the back of a queer magic shop.  Deja vu gnawed obnoxiously away at her memory, as she was positive she'd seen him before, but the Buxom Bandit couldn't quite place where.  It was common enough to know the participating fighters, plenty with fame that dwarfed even Rou's own, but she knew she'd never seen this one in the ring; yet he looked so familiar.  With only another moment's patience, as the attendant unlocked the door, she decided not to squander the opportunity to rattle her foe, true to form in her conniving, sly manner.

Rou placed a hand on her hip, and lackadaisically rolled her head to her shoulder, casting a pleasantly lascivious grin towards Marcus.  Her eyes were low, shaded by thick-painted eyes and feminine lashes, a swivel in her hips and honey in her voice, testament to the Buxom Bandit back in full swing, as she tossed her thick ponytail back over her shoulder.

**"Play your cards right, and maybe I'll pull you out of a hat," she purred at him, and playfully jabbed her elbow into his ribs, indulging in a few snide chuckles of amusement.  Pulling her opposite hand from her hip, she lifted her bracer, and tapped the red gem twice with the tip of her finger; it glowed a warm red, before summoning an item with a faint glow, the cuff of her shackle and the dangled length of chain deposited into her hand.  "But between you and me," she whispered with a fulsome grin, "I like a good escape trick."**  By then, the attendant had opened the door, as Rou welcomed herself in first, leaving Marcus a gracious view of her backside when following behind.

Rou stepped through the door into the long hallway, purple velour carpets and blue-flame sconces poised along the cracked gray walls, and the Buxom Bandit secured the shackle to her right wrist with a click.  She was sure they were following the assistant to their arena --perhaps some sort of magical stage, for all the pomp and grandeur Heaven or Hell was known for. He turned to them both, for that fraction of a moment, and uttered a few simple words:

"Knock, and they will come."

It was all very foreboding, until he'd opened one of the many wooden doors along the wall, and disappeared behind it, abandoning them.

She was stunned silent a moment, one of the first few times that could ever be recorded of the Buxom Bandit being speechless. "Huh?" Rou mused, her brow rumpled by bewilderment, "Did he just leave?  That can't be... right..."  Rou pivoted to exit back out the way they came, with a pendulum swing of her ponytail, only to see there was nowhere to go; her face soured instantly, annoyance increasing by the second.  "Aaaaaand, the door's gone," she complained, and huffed a dry, humorless sigh, **"Perfect."  Magical ****** was already abound, and Rou was losing her patience.

Rou cast a look around the hallway, as this all appeared to be some sort of practical joke, some sour staffer of the tournament pulling pranks as some sort of vengeance for having to work for minimum wage and no appreciation.  Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Rou straightened her back, channeling her best I'd-like-to-speak-to-your-manager face, and walked to the door the magician's assistant had disappeared through.

"Hey, what's the big--" she started, as her fingers brushed the brass doorknob.

Before she could even finish, the door swung open with a start, and a hundred shadowed hands vaulted out, grabbing Rou and dragging her in.  It closed with an emphatic slam behind her, before a comedic ensemble of sounds echoed from within: scuffling, a jackhammer, car horns, and a variety of animal calls that were definitely in violation of Latent's pet code.  A moment later, another door opened, spitting Rou back out.

"-- idea?"


Rou might've shrieked, if she'd had the chance, but was simply struck by stupor at the addition of a tuxedo bow-tie around her neck, white cuff-linked sleeves around her wrists (with her shackle untouched and dangling), stylish black heels, and the weighty wobbling of tall bunny ears.  Whoever had guessed the size of her new satin corset, however, had ventured on the tightside, barely covering Rou's best assets.  More concerned about the quick-change magic than her opponent, privy to the view with little other distraction, Rou extended her arms and legs to get a better look at herself, turning this way and that, before venturing a look at her backside.  Something was missing.

"Tchhhh!" came a voice from inside the door, sounding annoyed, "You forgot the tail, you dimwit!"

"Oops!"  Even assistants sometimes made mistakes.

The door creaked open a smidge, letting a single shadowy hand slither out, before giving Rou a swift slap on the a** before retreating back to it's hideaway.  In its wake was a fluffy cotton tail, poised at the crest of Rou's well-rounded backside.


With a sardonic chuckle, Rou seemed to have gathered the peculiar nature of the stage, too amused to be embarrassed, though shame had never been in the Buxom Bandit's vocabulary.  With only another moment to admire herself, she remembered that she wasn't alone.  Flashing a conspiring grin upward at Marcus, she laughed. **"Your turn!"**

Rou lunged forward, pushing her opponent against his chest with the broad of her hands, just enough to make him stumble against the door on the opposite side of the hallway.  Once he touched it, the door would swing open and subject him to the same curiosity of their fighting stage; it was only fair that they were both similarly disadvantaged.  It earned Rou a few moments to leave her to howl with laughter in the hallway, clutching her satin stomach and needing to hike the chest upward so that she didn't spill out.

Wiping the tear from her eye around the time he was likely thrust back out as she had been, the energy in the hallway reverberated, as Rou slowly turned her head to the end.  A great black spot manifested, warbling with a foul impending magic, sobering her amusement.

"... That can't be good."

Better Than Gore Wrote:

Gustave Aodhart: Introductions. Post 0/20

Similarly to his foe, Gustave arrived without much in the way of flair or excitement. It was almost as if he came into being in the hallway opposite to James, seemingly from nowhere at all. This was a familiar sensation for the sorcerer, as his nature led him to flit between planes rather frequently.

He saw his opponent with his mish-mosh of equipment. He looked like he was dressed for a day out on the town, but he carried the weapons of a man who thought to ride into battle. One might have mistaken the same of Gustave himself, were it not for the visible metal armor on his arms and legs. The red jacket over his torso had plates hidden under the surface though, so James could have just as easily done the same with his clothes. Gustave didn't know one way or the other yet.

He arrived holding a mace in his left hand, the weapon poised over his shoulder and resting. In his right he held a fairly large heater shield, two feet across at its widest part and about three feet tall. He gripped this shield in a more traditional fashion that one might find of a kite shield, where the pointed bottom extended down below the arm and the squared off top extended above. He held it neutral at this moment, the arm pressed up against his chest.

James would know Gustave's presence by the sound of metal tapping the floor and the jangle of Gustave's belts and brigandine.

It was time.

Mechanical Stuff Wrote:

> Arcane Power: 0 > > Gain: 0 > > Loss: 0 > > > > Spell Cast: Nadda.

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Fierach Wrote:

James limbered up quickly, cracking his neck and stretching out his other joints. He gave a few exploratory sweeps of his nodachi. With the hallway a scant ten feet wide, it barely had room for him to swing the weapon effectively. His opponent was also rocking a mace and shield, a brutally effective, if simple combination. Gustave would likely have the advantage there.

But if anything else, James was confident in his ability to adapt and overcome. The Daemonslayer pointed at Gustave wordlessly with his gloved left hand, the armor plates on it glinting dangerously in the light, before settling into a classic stance nodachi angled forward, knees bent, both hands on his sword's hilt, right hand above the left. Pitched combat needed no words. The two fighters were quite a distance from each other still, but James wasted no time making himself ready, unleashing a slow breath as he gathered his energy.

Behind the Daemonslayer, far down the hallway, the darkness advanced, but it would not reach him yet.

Energy System:

+2 (+1 passive, +1 Sun-Well)

4/15 Cap

Quote: Wrote:

> Sun-Well: James powers up, gaining an extra +1 energy. Performing practically no other actions, James gains additional power at a faster rate (+1) if left to charge for a consecutive turn, up to a cap of +3 additional power.

James felt more then saw the fireball coming, and he tightened his defenses, curling up slightly with the intent on taking the fireball head-on. A visible distortion in the air appeared around him as the effect of his Sun-Well strengthened, the Daemonslayer channeled more power from within himself even as he appeared to flinch from the strike of the firebolt. James seemed to be hurt, appearing to stagger back from the strike on his right leg with his head turned away for the moment.

It was his own bait. After all, how could a mere fireball truly hurt the man known as the Demon Phoenix Fist? Even his clothes were resistant to extreme heat, and reinforced in much the same way his opponent’s was, with composite and metal fibers and ceramic discs woven into the lining. James wished to lure Gustav in. Many would see an opportunity to get within the effective reach and guard of his long weapon and fall into a trap in turn. It remained to be seen how sharp his opponent’s combat instincts were… or if he did his homework on his opponent. His left eye, half-shrouded under his bangs was held open to watch for the man’s footing. His senses would kept keen, for the moment Gustave entered his deadly reach.

Energy System:

+3 (+1 passive, +2 Sun-Well)

7/15 Cap

[Leontias Métaliene](https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/324149422768259073/510087477822881799/image0.png)

Location: Some kind of Magic shop?

After the first round, Leon was much more prepared for whatever weird “arena’s" The Tournament had under its sleeve. So when he was told to meet everyone at the magician shop, he was much prepared. His ax was strapped to his back, and he was already clad in his armor. The Gold and Blue armor giving him an extra bit of bulk that was certainly now needed in this tournament. He was already set and ready to go. What he wasn’t ready for was the attendant pushing him through the hallways to their destination. This touching shocked Leon as the attendant seemed to show her strength by pushing him through the hallway. Only to be placed a few 50 Feet away from a mirror.

He blinked.

What was he supposed to do from here….?

He blinked again.

His mind only wandered as he began to slowly walk closer. Edging each foot closer to the Mirror, until he decided not to look down and fall into the black hole, He attempted to grip onto the edge of the hole, fear of falling down. He was able to get himself from out of the hole and lifted himself out of it. He then groaned in frustration set to walk away from the mirror, and away from the reflection of his poofy black hair.

….

Wait, what.

He ran back toward the mirror and took a good look at himself.

And he suddenly screamed.

His hair was now horrifically big and poofy, clearly a case of waaaay too much Aquanet that seemed to both think his hair and make it almost immovable. His hair was also apparently Dyed, as the white streak that was up and center on the hair was now a nice shade of Pink. His Armor was gone replaced which what seemed to be black spandex pants, a loose and clearly see-through mesh tank top that clearly shown what seemed to be a n****e piercing. As his hand attempted to cover his painted red lips. He saw that his nails were also painted as well. He blinked once more seeing that he clearly had black eyeliner around his eyes that seemed to oh so compliment the overall black and Pink look that he was currently wearing

He screamed again.

This time even louder.

And Girlier.

He needed to get out of here, Fight or not he was not going to go around wearing this. He ran away from the mirror. This goddamn tournament can wait. he wasn't going to embarrass himself looking like this.

Gustave's caution and measured move would likely serve him well. As he advanced, James snapped into action, and attacked, pushing off his right foot and taking small lunging step with his left leg. The Daemonslayer actually slightly shortened his reach by slipping his left hand roughly eight inches up to the back of the nodachi's blade, pushing down on it as his other hand tilted it forth in an downward arc, to curve the end of the long weapon into Gustave's right collarbone. He fully expected his opponent to block the blow with his shield, and attempt to draw in slightly closer to counterattack with his mace.

Energy System:

+1 (+1 passive)

8/15 Cap

Not bad.

Performing a check would have been more beneficial; as Marcus' kick would have struck Rou's shin rather than the inside of her knee, but he certainly wasn't about to complain. Normally applying force to the back of one's kneecap would force the leg to buckle, granted, Rou may not have been applying much of her weight onto the receiving leg, hence why she was still standing. Which was unfortunate, as Marcus could have followed through and caused a lot more bodily harm.

Taking a second glance at his hand, the condition was far better than he had originally thought. Rou's fire hadn't been nearly as harmful as he had initially expected it to be. No blisters had formed, instead, the hand was scalded. Reddened by the warmth and tender.

But now the two of them were very close, Rou's suggestive hip gestures forced a groan, he was definitely going to have a serious case of blue balls after this bout.

Narcissa Nahara Wrote:

> "... Six?"

Big mistake.

Marcus initially thought he recalled his opponent from somewhere. A lot of Gaian's were famous, tournaments were full of prestige, so it wouldn't have been surprising if Marcus had seen Rou on television or elsewhere. But then she spoke his name. His fiery gaze locked onto her and an ear-splitting grin presented itself.

"It's so nice to see you again, my love." A cackle. It didn't make much effort, as Rou basically offered him her back. Marcus' right arm encircled Rou's neck, with her trachea at the crook of his elbow. His right hand then grasped the upper portion of his left arm, and his left hand took place behind her head. Marcus' elbows were then brought together, creating lateral pressure, from the biceps and radius bone, applying to the neck on both sides. Once it was locked into place, blood flow would be restricted to the brain, via the carotid arteries. Which would be accelerated when and if Marcus began to apply pressure. But for the time being, he decided to play nice.

"Have you finally come to deliver what's rightfully mine?" Nothing remained of the man she entered with, even his voice differed, taking on a far more arrogant tone. Rou had not only woke his sexual appetite, but she also brought out something far more ancient and evil.

Dos.

Insanity: 5/10.

[+1 Insanity for combat post.]