Mountain vs Degenerates

HoH season 18. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.

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  1. -HoH- Elia Noah
  2. Haelikor
  3. spooky thot cziri
  4. Scalar Warfare
  5. themightyjello
  6. Scalar Warfare
  7. themightyjello
  8. Scalar Warfare
  9. -HoH- Elia Noah

1-HoH- Elia Noah

Heaven or Hell: RE-Union - Round 6

Team Mountain vs. Team Literal Degenerates

Moonblade Manor - Wine Cellar

The Nobles District is one of the smallest and least populated districts in the City of Durem. Built upon the remains of the original medieval fortifications that protected the walled town of Durem, the Nobles district rests quite literally above the rest of the city itself. Though the castle that once stood here has long since fallen, new walls both political and economic have risen up around the most prestigious district. This district is home to the wealthy, the elite, the heads of crime organizations, and the headquarters of corporations, lending an air of sophistication and power surrounds this area.

It is also home of one Master Magus Extraordinaire and his 10 acre Victorian estate.

General - Much to Ammiel's chagrin, the Heaven or Hell Committee chose his private wine collection as a backdrop for the tournament. Hidden in the depths of his basement, the stonework of this 20 x 60 foot chamber would weather most mundane attacks well. Twelve 3-foot diameter crystal chandeliers line the 10 foot ceiling, aligned two per row going down every 10 feet. Centered on the far end of the chamber, one particular shelving unit is created from the wood remnants of a sunken ship, housing the prize of Moonblade’s collection: Faye Wine.

Weapons - There is a small wooden table, two chairs, and 8 assorted bottles of faye wine on one end of the room. A wide assortment of wine and hard liquor line the racks of the cellar. Faye Wine isn't meant for mortal consumption and has strong hallucinogenic properties when ingested by humans. It is also extremely flammable, creating a cascade of red and violet flames when it combusts.

Natural Element Resource - Booze, Sadness, and Opulence

Bonus Effects - Moonblade will be really sad if you ruin all of his wine.

Time - Night

Weather - Light Rain

2Haelikor

For your convenience and match arrangement information - you know it, you love it!

Duck Watch!

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Mountain has 2 teammates. Their last post times are:

  1. Anson Brent (themightyjello) - Other Guy 1/31/19 7:34pm
  1. Rayner "Kael" Veli (Psychofish) - Captain 2/24/19 5:22pm

Their other two teammates, one is Striker only (a role not fulfilled in months!) and the other hasn't made a combat post since 2018! The dates might confuse you so remember, that's in sequential order!

  1. Celeste "Estèe" Veli-Browning (Tei Kae) 12/13/18 7:43pm
  1. Zandra Ryke (Sins of an Angel) 2/3/19 6:55pm

Degenerates has 3 teammates. Their last post times are:

  1. Kae de la Fontaine (Scalar Warfare) - Captain 3/8/19 11:20am
  1. Namine Natalis (spooky thot cziri) 2/4/19 3:06pm
  1. Grakav (Blade Theory) 3/8/19 10:03am

Their other teammate apparently had his immersion broken when he won Round 2 for free!

  1. Ferris(Trapdoor Spider) [3/3] 1/18/19 1:41pm

I'll be surprised if even one fight happens in this thread but anything could happen! Let's have a good, clean ducking!

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[Zero]

The nymph's tender nose would not survive this tournament. The fowl abode of the notorious Moonblade had been adorned with cracked eggs of wild poultry, and the noxious fume of brimstone danced around outside the manor. Namine had heard that ducks were devils, and such a scene surely affirmed her suspicions.

As soon Namine arrived, one of Moonblade's maids of nondescript gender immediately attended to the nymph, fawning over the full-blood fey. "Ah, you're here for the tasting?"

Bzzgrrbzzbzzgrbzz.

She awoke some time later, pushing herself up from the wooden table in cellar with four of her limbs, the earlier part of the day a blur to her. No, the day was still a blur to her. She stared into her dark reflection on one of the three, empty upended wine bottles, and wondered if her eyes were always that big, almost like one of those foreign cartoons. Were her ears always that furry? Was she that well-endowed? Was her skin really as smooth as porcelain?

Or was it cracked, like her mind? She looked away from the bottle, turning to face her FIGHTER that sounded RED. She tried to brush off the violet stain on her white lace dress, but it only seemed to grow and spread to the black frilly trim.

She looked away from the stain, careful not to pay too much attention to it. She grabbed a cup to offer to the first person to free her from this loneliness? Was it half-full or half-empty?

The uncanny doll waited. Maybe forever. It certainly felt like it.

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Looking directly at Natalis fills the opponent with unease, the nymph’s appearance being so flawless that it seems unnatural. Generates 1 Dread per turn if visual contact isn’t ACTIVELY avoided.

4Scalar Warfare

What is in a name? That which we call a rose...

=>Snake Vine... er, Wine?<=

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If there was one thing Kae felt an affinity for besides shameless syncophancy, it was the products and customs of her former life before the Rose parasite. True, she was Swiss, with all of its little quirks and strange mix of cultures, but her tastes always cleaved strongly to that Frankish blood that ran ruddy into her cheeks when flushed with wine. She'd eschewed the expensive clothes of previous entrances - running up the tab on a limitless credit card had started to lose its luster, and hardly anyone she fought seemed to be sparing them a glance anyway. As many a girl has discovered for herself: Why dress up if noone is there to see it or to notice?

Instead, she'd come to the wine cellar 'fully' armored - that is to say, the Rose parasite encased her visibly in its hardened shell in a manner she found pleasing and flattering, but did not place any emphasis on looking fancy. Instead, her attention had immediately taken hold on the registry, roaming the stocks with small steps of her stilleto platforms, delighting in the way the click of her heels seemed to rebound and amplify among the racks of wood and glass.

Kae found a rustic sirah tucked away in a corner, and armed with the bottle, sauntered out into the central corridor, taking a moment to appreciate the expensive chandeliers lighting the stone-walled chamber, 'ere she doubtlessly demolished them into crystalline rubbish. Then, with a single-minded purpose, she snaked a curling talon vine from her forefinger, and boring into the cork, popped the bottle and poured a half-glass for herself at the tasting table. She had no intention of spitting into the provided brass bucket afterward, though. After all... the contents of the venue must be complimentary, no?

The Helvetian was probably the highest maintenance broad on the entire tournament invitation roster - she'd expect nothing less.

By any other name would smell as sweet!

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Parasite Coverage

50%

Mode

Femme Fatale

Configuration

Fantasy female hardwood armor. Plating on forearms, bust, lower chest, shoulders, hands, hips, crotch, thighs and calves. 6in stilletos.

Gravitic Charges

[x][x][x]

Passive Abilities:

[Queen of Blades] - Dormant

Active Abilities:

  • None -

[Vine Lash] - Two available per Femme Fatale template.

1 - Dormant

2 - Dormant

Post Damage Summary/Reasoning

Kae goes HON HON HON and has some wine. Oui oui baguette, ou est la bibliotheque?

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themightyjello Wrote:

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"Down the hall and to the left, correct?"

When the golem stood silently and gave no response, he was left with no real choice but to assume that was a 'yes'. It had been years since he had set foot inside of this gaudy manor, and the last time he had come here to harass that magical fop he hadn't gone down into the cellarage. It wasn't surprising that the decor here was no less gaudy than it was on the upper levels... one could say it was even more needlessly elaborate because the wide windows of the mansion foyer were replaced instead with elaborate candelabras boasting wisps of magical everburning flame that were no doubt half so that Moonblade could boast about his enchanted manor and half so he could skimp on candle wax.

Unlike the invitees who had passed this way before him, the young man from Mountain walked quietly down the stone hallway towards the faint clink of a wine bottle being set to rest upon a table, and the nearly overpowering scent of the otherworldly drink that had filled the room and begun to waft into the corridor. He paused, just outside the ajar door with a hand half outstretched to push it open... and beneath the bandanna tied over his face like a mask his lip curled in response to the mix of stimulus coming through that small crack in the door. Two people inside already, female, at least one bottle of wine had been opened already from the scent of fermented fruit but perhaps a second as well...? Something had a floral scent, and from the rest of the mansion it didn't seem likely that the master of this house was the type to decorate his cellar with freshly cut flowers.

With a soft touch the young man pushed the door the rest of the way open, revealing the remainder of the room behind it. Racks of wine bottles along the wall, chandeliers lighting the room in two rows stretching down the long room... and a table at the far end. The first figure to come into view seemed monochrome aside from the dark stain on her clothing, and the way that her head sluggishly rolled as she moved showed that she had likely been the one to drain the open bottles on the table. The second figure was... well, it was enough to say that his eyes lingered on the strange manner of exoskeleton she wore in lieu of clothing for a moment too long before the young blonde stepped through into the storeroom.

His manner of dress was likely just as out of place in this elaborate setting as the questionably nude femme fatale and her Betty Boop-looking companion. Blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, a black bandanna with a pattern of animal teeth tied over his nose and mouth like a train robber out of the old west, and a thin green zip-up jacket with white sleeves long enough to cover to his knuckles. Bottomed out with worn-out jeans and a set of leather boots that disappeared up under the pant legs, he hardly had the look of a fighter or of the type to show up to a wine-tasting; more like he was on a baseball team... or a member of the yakuza.

"...looks like I'm late to the party," spoke the young man, tilting his head slightly as he stepped forward; the fingers on the leather-gloved hand that had opened the door idly dragging slowly down the edge of it before falling away as his stride took him out of reach.

As he stepped through the doorway however, it seemed like something trailed behind him... or off of him. Flickering on his head like a lightless flame the color of steam two silver-hued shapes slowly reformed their shape when he stopped moving, the sign of the Wolf spirit he had currently bonded, the spectral animal's ears ephemerally sprouted from his head like rising steam on a cold day. And the Wolf's nose made his own twitch as he stepped fully into the room.

It wasn't flowers or wine he'd smelled in the hallway. It was that woman. Not perfume either, it was something different.

"My ladies. I hate to interrupt, but--" the young blonde turned his hand over under his chin with a flick of the wrist and a paper envelope appeared in it right in front of his face, the same type that their invitations to the wine tasting would have arrived in, "--I'm looking for a dance partner."

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Bonded: Soul of the Wolf

Aspected: Unaspected

Passive Abilities: Hunter's Sense (wolf, minor), Overwhelm (wolf, major)

Active Abilities: Devour (wolf, minor)

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  • Old Sword (x1)
  • Invitation

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Scalar Warfare Wrote:

6Scalar Warfare

What is in a name? That which we call a rose...

=>Like a Viper... or a Hydra, She Spits Truth<=

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"Danser...?" Kae inquired incredulously in her native tongue, noting the invitation in the stranger's hands but not comprehending the context for a moment. Only when she saw the vague overlay of spirit wolf shrouding the man did she tense slightly, realizing what he meant. She pointed to the nymph draped on a chair, and smirked.

"I am afraid there is only one of us here, monsieur. Besides, my partenaire de danse, Ammiel, who was so kind to invite me here to drink his wine as an apology, used the same phrase, and he was clubfoot when it came time to tango. Mais, should you insist, what will it be?" The shapely symbiote took a deep inhale of her wine, and tentatively tasted the now suitably warmed beverage, swirling it about appreciatively on her tongue before swallowing. Namine flickered in and out of existence, like a projection. Kae didn't seem to notice.

Setting the glass down carefully on the table once again, she sauntered gradually closer, not fast enough to be dangerous, instead trailing the fingertips of her left hand languidly along the edge of the table like she would the spine of a lover. "Salsa? Lambada? Waltzer? Csardas?" The scent of roses and freshly cut grass grew a tad stronger, as the armor grasping Kae's curves rent apart, spinning its fibers apart into a quick facsimile of the absolutely immodest dress she had worn to the hotel ball. It lacked, however, the flowing train, the barely there, vinethreadbare fabric ending in a loose triangle hem mid-thigh. The rest seemed practically laminated to her, every detail of her flawless skin below clearly visible through the membranous cloth. In a few choice places, small clusters of pure white rosebuds burst into bloom, lending their heady perfume to the air. Her tall heels remained intact, a point of pride to her bearing. A lone vine bobbed up over her violet tresses from somewhere behind her, its end splayed open like the warning display of a reptile.

Smiling sweetly, she cocked her head curiously at the bandana-masked stranger. "If you can keep up, alors on danse." Then the vine spat death. A rapid-fire barrage of needle-spines, thorn hooked finely like a tiny harpoon, dozens of them to stitch across the man's face and torso. Each was propelled by the same method - a rhythmic contraction of the vinecord spawning them. Their range wasn't particularly impressive... but for a confrontation in a confined wine cellar... they'd do just fine.

By any other name would smell as sweet!

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Parasite Coverage

50% -> 24%

Mode

Femme Fatale -> Enchantress

Configuration

Sheer bodycon cocktail dress with rose accents. 6in stilletos.

Gravitic Charges

[x][x][x]

Passive Abilities:

[Queen of Blades] - Dormant

Active Abilities:

  • None -

[Vine Lash] - Two available per Femme Fatale template.

1 - Guarding above the head, launching projectiles!

2 - Dormant

[Weapon Generation] - Per Femme Fatale template.

1 - Dozens of fine harpoon-like thorns 2-3inches long.

Post Damage Summary/Reasoning

Flower gatling cannons and flower children. Kae pushes her parasite's capabilities to their limit first post, but opening with a strong play is always a solid strategy.

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themightyjello Wrote:

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"...salsa...?"

The upward inflection at the end of the statement hinted at the fact that if she weren't talking about a thoroughly seasoned garnish he hadn't the slightest clue what she was referring to... though it didn't seem to show on his face, or at least the half of it that was visible. Though puzzling to witness, the young man did not lose his composure at the sudden transformation of the woman in front of him and, if anything, it was her accent that caused his tongue to act slowly rather than the way that she began to blossom.

Gaia was a strange land, and whether loved by the gods or hated by them a self-styled adventurer quickly grew accustomed to seeing things that would make them question their understanding what could be called "natural". Compared to men who were actually withing balls of boiling snakes wearing clothing, shadows with shadows, and humans that dress as animals, someone who was literally rather than metaphorically blossoming into womanhood seemed fairly run-of-the-mill.

However, the various forms of cultural dance was not something that he'd taken the time to study between climbing mountains and wrestling bears and generic-brand bear-equivalents; so after a moment's pause the young man placed his right hand across his chest and performed a curt bow to the questionably dryadic female as he said "Forgive me, as I'm unfamiliar with the steps. I'll have to ask you to lea--"

Scalar Warfare Wrote:

> Then the vine spat death. A rapid-fire barrage of needle-spines, thorn hooked finely like a tiny harpoon, dozens of them to stitch across the man's face and torso.

The hand came up from his chest to shield his face from the first barbs, and the next few tore into his sleeve as the young man ducked to the side and behind the nearest of the small brick support pillars in the cellar. It wasn't wide, but it was wide enough to briefly shield him from the thorns before their mistress had a chance to reposition herself. The first few that had struck tore into the thin fabric of the jacket sleeve but left little more than scratches on the worn surface of the metal of the gauntlet on that hand; though the hooks and barbs on those needles snagged into the shredded sleeve of the jacket and hung stubbornly like porcupine quills.

For someone wearing such immodest clothing she certainty was hard to approach...

...though, there were definitely ways to get close to a woman like that. He took a deep breath as his left hand grasped at the small handle strapped to the underside of his right wrist, pulling a small dagger out from the sleeve and steeling his resolve for his next move in this dance. For him, the tension of the moment shifted suddenly as he recolored his spirit to match the golden light of the Stalwart and his skin grew a few shades lighter as the luminous aspect filled his body.

"Madame, I have a confession." Though he had put the pillar between them, the Wolf could still smell her flowers and hear the click of those heels upon the stonework. If she came closer before he stepped out, at least he would be ready for her now. "I don't think I will be able to trade dancing metaphors for very long."

show spoilerhide spoilerAction: Embody Spirit

Benefit: Gain all Minor aspected abilities associated with the chosen source.

Benefit: An embodied source can be changed out for another during combat.

Limitation: Only one source can be embodied at a time.

Limitation: Gain the (embodied) Compulsions and (embodied) Projections associated with the chosen source.

Limitation: Cannot use Major unaspected abilities while embodying to a source.

Limitation: Activated abilities of any type cannot be used in a post where an aspect is changed, the new aspect goes into effect at the end of the post.

Limitation: Becoming unconscious or asleep, or afflicted with confusion-type status causes the user to lose focus and become unaspected.

Embodying a source is a lesser version of bonding to a source. The user temporarily polarizes their spirit energy to resemble the source being embodied as an action that takes 1 full post, during which time no active abilities of any type can be used to avoid disrupting the process of aligning the user's spirit with the source (though non-spiritualist actions can be taken normally). An embodied source allows the user to access the minor aspected abilities associated with it, but not the major aspected abilities. An embodied source can be dropped at any time.

[ 1 - Getting off on the wrong foot... ]

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Bonded: Soul of the Wolf

Aspected: Unaspected >> Soul of the Stalwart

Passive Abilities: Hunter's Sense (wolf, minor), Overwhelm (wolf, major), Sentinel (stalwart, minor)

Active Abilities: Devour (wolf, minor)

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  • Old Sword (x1)
  • Invitation

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Scalar Warfare Wrote:

8Scalar Warfare

What is in a name? That which we call a rose...

=>I Can't Help It That I Like It When You Look...<=

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A disappointed tut of the woman's tongue signified her mild displeasure at the anticlimactic exchange. She did not rush in to confront the strange man, instead approaching with a deliberate caution, stalking out as wide of a berth as could be managed by skirting the wineracks lining the walls. Kae rotated thusly around the pillar on her left, pausing once she could peek past it and cocked out her hip in a decidedly sensual and yet judgmental stance. "Je prefere les femmes..." she began, sighing, but shrugged lightly as if to convey that this preference was unimportant. "But men, I prefer, when they are not shy. I had hoped you would not hide from my love bite."

Kae's perfume was a pervasive, nagging bouquet of scents now, roses primarily, though other wildflower notes clung closely to the nose in the way one might appreciate both the head and afternotes of a wine on the racks around them. Her sultry, painted eyes invited the masked hero in to taste her the same way, the symbiote's body presented to him as an apertif. Every part of her seemed to tremble just the right amount to suggest soft, pliable pleasure in her embrace. Though she had stung, her venom was gone.

All the masked man had to do was tear the chiffon from his prize in a swift motion, and she'd be his.

By any other name would smell as sweet!

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Parasite Coverage

24%

Mode

Enchantress

Configuration

Sheer bodycon cocktail dress with rose accents. 6in stilletos.

Gravitic Charges

[x][x][x] + [x]

Passive Abilities:

[A Rose By Any Other Name] - Active

Active Abilities:

[Drink it In] - Active! Lacing the air with powerful mating pheromones, inspiring lust towards Kae.

[Vine Lash] - None available per Enchantress template.

1 - Absorbed, Dormant

2 - Dormant

[Weapon Generation] - Per Enchantress template.

  • None -

Post Damage Summary/Reasoning

Kae was just kidding. She invites the Wolf to put her in her place for the transgression. It's a pretty difficult invitation to resist.

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themightyjello Wrote:

9-HoH- Elia Noah

-= MATCH TIME EXPIRED =-

This marks the end of the match period for HoH 2019.

Posts made after this will not be counted for official purposes, but don't let this stop you from finishing any ongoing fights or thirsting for the blood of your opponents.