Altered Tundra

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

This was becoming a pain now. Emiri was struggling, trying to get free. Jaakuna was physically stronger than her, sure, but having Belias out for as long as he did seemed to have weakened him just slightly. To make matters worse, Emiri was stronger than usual. Whether he was right about her being some kind of influence of Zodiark or not, the fact remained that Emiri was losing it, and her rage or adrenaline, was making her seem to have more physical strength than usual.

“Emiri, stop it!” Jaakuna shouted, demanding Emiri cease what she was doing. “Lorenzo can handle himself.” Jaakuna told her, but based on the look in her eyes and the way she kept on fidgeting, trying to get out of his arms, Jaakuna knew that he had to say something drastic to get her to stop. “You’ll only get in his way. In the state you are now, you’ll only be a worry - a distraction - to him. Better you stay here and let him do what he must do.” JAakuna bluntly said. He didn’t want to, but Emiri wasn’t leaving him much choice, was she?

As Jaakuna told her that, he could hear what Lola and Lorenzo were talking about. Lola explained her boss, that blue-haired chick, ordered her to cause the explosion. Jaakuna wanted to recall that one, but that bottom line was that he wasn’t really in his right mind. He does recall someone with blue hair, but most of that night where his influence under Zodiark was foggy at best. Still, as he would listen, Jaakuna couldn’t help but kind of put the pieces together. The boss was the blue-haired chick, and she was the one that ordered Lola to strike Stigma, but as she would mention The Chosen Few, Jaakuna was drawing a blank.

“Chosen Few?” Jaakuna repeated her words, confused somewhat.

She means those who have conquered The Espers. Belias said into Jaakuna’s mind, telling him what she meant.

“What what?” JAakuna was still confused, “Lola has an..” And this it clicked. But who does she have?

Jaakuna needed more answers, but when Lola said that someone had been talking to her. “Damn it to hell!” Jaakuna cursed himself. “Yo, Big Tits!” Jaakuna yelled out to Lola. “Who do you got? Which Esper do you control?” Jaakuna asked, raising his voice as loud as he could.

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As Savayna watched Wesley and his Esper, Hashmaal, Bringer of Order, fight side-by-side, Savayna wished she could help, but her mind was so focused on Grant’s well-being right now that she couldn’t possibly leave his side. Besides, what if Shion decided to forsake whatever honor code that she had and wanted to finish Grant off? Even though that seemed a bit unlikely, Savayna needed to stay with Grant. She was his only defense because obviously the princess wasn’t in any mental shape to do anything but feel sorry for herself.

“Yeah, you heard right, Grant,” Savayna told Grant, “and here after we said all of those nice things about her being strong and resilient. And fuck, she even got a vote of confidence by Miss Huge Knobs over there - and the Queen Bitch Esper herself.” Savayna kept eyes on Grant, “maybe she is weak. Someone who can’t believe that they have strength after four humes and a pseudo-god tells them do must be weak. And a bit of a prissy little princess.” This time, Savayna was looking at Nadeline. “Maybe all Poor Little Rich Girl is good for is to be rescued by her strong, handsome prince. Or her strong - if not a bit arrogant and proud - uncle. Or some former general that hates to come to her rescue all the fucking time but does it for the good of the group.” Savayna knew what she was saying would get under Nadeline’s skin. If it didn’t, then she truly thought she was weak, and Savayna said all of those mean - albeit quite truthful - words for nothing.

Meanwhile, as both Wesley and Hashmaal’s seemingly perfect attacks would come at Shion around the same time, it would appear that not all that it seemed to be. Hashmaal was sent flying several paces in the opposite direction, and Wesley’s attack was simply side-stepped. So effortlessly, Shion had evaded those attacks like they were a simple gust in the wind. Was this just a taste of what she had to offer? If so, then did Wesley make a mistake challenging her. No, he didn’t. Wesley knew in his heart that this was the right decision. He was doing the not only for his own honor, but for Nadeline’s honor. He was doing this for her.

As Wesley came to the sight of Shion, he words ringing true with him, Hashmaal had thus brought his large mass beside Wesley. His arms up, gauntlet’s radiating with a bright, orange light as if ready for Wesley’s command. “You are right about one thing, Shion the Blue Rose.” Wesley said, his eyes on her. His sword down at his side, gripping it tightly. “Jaakuna was foolish to go after you in the state that he was in. Zodiark clouded his judgment and made him more arrogant than he already was.” WEsley chuckled. In hindsight, Jaakuna definitely was foolish. “However, that is where he and I differ.” Wesley continued, “It’s true that him and I have bonded since meeting in Rabanastre and I consider him one of my close friends, but I am not like him.” he said, looking to Hashmaal, a nod given to him as well as a smile. “I know what lays in wait within my own reserves. I know what I am capable of, and I know when to stand down. However,” Wesley chuckled, feeling something cliché coming soon, “I seem to have lost that understanding. I am no longer going on logic. I have no idea how this fight will end. Either I come out victorious and you will lay on the ground in a pool of your own blood, or I will be the one face-down, and you will become victorious.” Wesley took his fighting stance, his Yagyu Darkblade in hand, “and yet I simply don’t care. I shall let my heart guide me. I shall let it lead me to victory. As for your proposition, I do believe Jaakuna would have put it something like this,” he said pointing his sword at Shion, “you can shove it where the sun don’t shine!” Wesley grinned that familiar grin that had shades of Jaakuna.

As he would stab his sword deep into the Mist-filled ground, pulses of magick were sent through it. Not even a minute later, the ground began to violently shake. “I understand, Wesley.” Hashmaal commented, keeping his stance where it was. His gauntlets, on the other hand, began to vibrate rapidly, spinning uncontrollably. Magick of brown, orange, and red gathered around them, giving it a magma-like shade. “The depths of the earth will reign supreme, Moltaga!!“ As both arms came forward suddenly, a wave of fire and molted earth was shot at Shion.

Wesley knew that Shion would either stay where she was or jump up. Either way, the heat from the Moltaga would still be too hot for her to not be affected by it.

Dance With The Angels - A GFX Shop by Altered Tundra

Type of Request: Looking for a set
Stock: i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upl..
Size: For avi, I want a 200x200 image. For the sig, max height of 200-210, and width 390-450(if it'll look too stretched out, then just as wide as can you get it without impacting image quality).
Avatar: Yeah I want an avatar. I want the avatar to be of Ciri(the woman facing outwards in the picture). Just the upper body and head is fine.
Text: "Know when a legend becomes a prophesy? When it gains believers." on the signature. None on the avatar.
Other: Make whatever enhancements you feel necessary(dark and gloomy is what I'm going for). I'm gonna be using this set for a good while.

I hope a 1440p image will do the job.

@Aragorn

Oh shit. D: How come I never saw this? q.q I'm soooo sorry that I'm just seeing your request. I will try my best to get to this over the weekend. And again, apologies for not seeing this sooner. :c

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so... is Vily still a contending ship?

@Wintergrey

Eventually, it could be. Thing about Viola, she's not really exclusive. Legit, she could defintiely be considered the whore of Beverly Hills High. She's got Alex, possibly Alyssa, Joo-Bear, and now potentially Lilith. :3

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

As Jaakuna couldn’t help but take notice to the brilliant - albeit explosive as fuck - display of Belias’ magick overpowering(quite literally) the final Lola clone, he couldn’t help but let out a low whistle. Did he know how to pick the perfect esper or didn’t he? Sure, they are almost completely polar opposites in personality and almost every way that really counted, but if one thing could be said about the both of them, they sure liked to overdo it when it came to using their powers. So, go Team Jaakuna! You are on your way to winning another fight.

“Okay, so there was only one Lola to worry about. Not a big problem, right? It’s not like she’s super crazy or strong or anything.” Jaakuna said sarcastically, obviously knowing that Lola was one crazy as all hell bitch that needed to be put down.

As Jaakuna watched Emiri and Lola go at it, and Belias appearing beside him, Lorenzo would begin to speak about how if Jaakuna and Belias went at Lola to help Emiri, both of them would be dead. While it would eliminate the Lola problem, Emiri ending up six feet under with her mom wasn’t an ideal situation. And Jaakuna could just hear Emiri yelling at him for making her suffer for all an eternity with Justine. Yeah, that’s a reason on top of that fact that he wanted to spend a full life with that woman was among the reasons why he agreed with Lorenzo.

“Okay, so me going to help isn’t a good idea. What’s our alternative?” Jaakuna asked. When Lorenzo would explain the plan, Jaakuna nodded, readying himself for Emiri to come hurling his way.

Watching Lorenzo work the battlefield like a real warrior, Jaakuna couldn’t control his mouth as it would figuratively fall to the floor. It was truly like watching his grandfather. Jaakuna recalled when he was younger, growing up with Vincent and Savayna. He recalled the times that his Grandfather, Hamut, would demonstrate certain fighting techniques. It was always against his son, and Jaakuna and Vincent’s father, Simon. The way that Lorenzo moved was like how Hamut did. If Lorenzo was truly this powerful, Jaakuna now knew where Nadeline got her skills from.

“Are you watching this, Jaakuna?” Belias asked.

“Kind of hard not to.” Jaakuna said, eyes not pealing away from Lorenzo’s fighting.

“The way he moves, the way there is little to no wasted movement.”

“Yeah, I see it.”

“He is truly a master at his craft. Yet..”

“yet..”

As Jaakuna would wonder, he saw it. The upper-hand that Lorenzo had was lost. Almost in an instant, it was lost, and given to Lola. Jaakuan couldn’t quite catch it, but Belias obviously caught it. Jaakuna was going to do something about it, but just as he said he would do, Lorenzo had sent Emiri sent flying towards Jaakuna. Arms out, he caught her. Though, he did slide back about a foot and a half. She was a lot heavier than she probably would want anyone to know. Jaakuna wanted to say something about her weight, but better not poke the caged beast any more.

Jaakuna held onto Emiri, feeling her to come through. All the while, Jaakuna saw Belias kneeling down on one knee, his Staff Spear holding him up. He heard loud panting. “You all good, Belias?”

“It seems my time is almost up.” He said breathy.

“Oh shit man, forgot you have a time limit.” Jaakuna sighed, “yeah, go back. I’ll call you if this shit storm gets too bad.”

Belias chuckled as his body dissolved into red and orange Mist.

The blonde Archadian prince would refocus his attentions on keeping Emiri from doing anything rash. Lorenzo said for to keep Emiri restrained, so he did. Even when her dagger would be in hand, waving at the empty air in front of her, Jaakuna held her tight. Even when that dagger would slice at his open arms, which would be no more than flesh wounds, he kept his arms tight around her.

“Emiri, you need to calm down!” Jaakuna said to her, his voice carrying a sense of both urgency and worry for his love.

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As he went charging at Shion, his sword swigning down, and every bit of rage at her, Wesley wasn’t obviously thinking clearly, but his power would increase a bit as it was powered by his emotions. Still, regardless of that, it would be proven once again that Wesley had long ways to go. To think a simple protect spell was enough to parry one of what seemed like Wesley’s powerful abilities.

The force of the Protect spell was enough to send Wesley skidding back about two and a half yards. Though his feet might have left the ground for about a foot of it, Wesley’s glance - that livid, rage-filled glance - never left the sight of the azure-haired female that was the object of such a glance.

As Wesley was about to go after Shion one last time, he hadn’t been paying attention. It was only for a moment. It was a careless moment that would have caused him his life. Her attack obviously was aimed for him, but as Wesley’s eyes came upon what was in front of him, he saw long black locks, and the fight of a familiar gun held above. And there was blood on his face. It had splattered. Wesley looked, and saw it was Grant’s blood. His shoulder had been cut.

“GRANT!” Savayna shrieked, her eyes widening in terror.

Grant had fell to the ground, blood starting to exit his shoulder wound. Whatever state he was in, it wasn’t good. Both Nadeline and Savayna rushed to his side, almost around the same time. Meanwhile, Wesley stared at Grant, his long black hair seemingly covering most of the blood that started to coat him in.

As Wesley looked at Shion, her blade covered in Grant’s blood, his fists tightened around his sword. “I do not care if you are from Nabudis, or not. I don’t even care if you personally didn’t cause death and destruction upon Stigma. None of that matters to me,” WEsley got up, his sword going back to the hilt, “what I do care about is that you did nothing to stop it from happening. And now you..” Wesley’s eyes fell to Grant, seeing Nadeline and Savayna at his side. “I will not allow you to harm anymore of my friends.”

Wesley stepped forward, getting closer to Shion. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and as if his soul heard his call, a brown and golden sillouhette of Mist appeared behind him. It started to show its form more clearly. “I understand, Wesley.” Hashmaal said, looking at Shion. “You, Shion the Blue Rose, are strong, that much we Espers can say. You are experienced far beyond your years. If under different circumstances, I would say that The High Seraph - and The Queen of the Espers - would be best suited in your hands. However,” Hashmaal looked at Nadeline, her kneeling to her Hume Uncle’s side. “Nadeline Lenore Roselia, you were robbed of your destiny. The High Seraph, by all accounts, is rightfully yours.” Hashmaal said pretty much what has been said from the beginning. “And thus is the reason of my presence. Wesley’s desire willed it, and so it shall be.” Hashamaal said.

“Wesley…” Savayna looked up at his backside.

“Stay with Grant,” Wesley said, but he turned around to Nadeline, knealing to her eye-level. “Leave this to me. I, along with Hashmaal, will handle Shion, and one way or another, Ultima will be with her rightful owner.” Wesley promised Nadeline

As he stood up, Wesley was beside Hashmaal. The two exchanged looks, and both leapt towards Shion. While Hashmaal sped forth first, his body spun, his large arms over his head, and he drilled into the ground. Wesley had his hand on his Yagyu Darkblade, and sliced downward vertically, magick of light being spun forth. As it would close in on Shion, Hashmaal would appear below Shion from the ground, his gauntlets aimed to deliver a strong blow from below.

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@Wintergrey
Damn, JAckson, like Audrey did with Ana, had no chill. :O

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@Dirty Pretty Liesand Domi and Tris, but they'll only come once Hushed feels better Does Viola's first day post count in Altered's post? Probably

Speaking of Lucky, I really should get talking with @Universorum about a collab between new bros soon D:

@Aewin

Yup, it does. I was too lazy to write up an actual full post for Viola, so I just kind of included her in Alexandros'. Besides, it's much more interesting this way. It gives us a sneak peak of what she's like without giving too much away. :3

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

As their combined attack went at the Lola that was trying to kill them failed, Jaakuna cursed himself. “That should have been enough!” Jaakuna annoyingly said.

“We will simply try a different tactic.” Belias said.

“Okay, care to share?”

“When I say go, you run to your Hume lover.”

“I thought I was the tamer here?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine.”

Jaakuna did as Balias said. He would follow whatever he was going to do. It was in the right time because, just as their copy of Lola threw several kunai knives at them. Actually, it was more than just “several”. Based on the amount, they were into the multiple dozen, each coming at them. As Jaakuna looked to Belias, the esper didn’t seem to be worried a bit. “Oh sure, don’t look worried at all - it’s just our lives on the line.” Jaakuna spoke, hands gripping his Vengeful Daggers tightly as he waited for Belias to make his move.

The Gigas stood there still as a boulder. He waited for the hoard of knives to get closer. He closed his eyes while they came at him. Nearly three feet away, and Jaakuna bout to lose his shit, Belias opened them, and his human hands began making odd hand signs, glyphs of fire magic appearing one after the other. All the while his monster hands had his Staff Spear(thingy) spinning so fast that all it seemed like was a blur of bronze metal. Every single one of the knives that were coming at them were being deflected, and sent all over: above, to the side, back at Lola - pretty much everywhere that wasn’t Jaakuna and Belias.

As they kept coming and kept on getting delfected, Belias formed the last hand sign, the ram hand sign. As he did, his hands shone a deep red and orange hue as a large magickal glyph appeared below and above Lola. “Firaja.” Belias said, the glyphs glowing deep red, and before Lola would realize it, fire magick would start to come from both above and blow her as it would soon surround her in a cyclone of fire magick. “Now, Jaakuna,” Belias said, giving Jaakuna the go ahead to help Emiri.

As Jaakuna would start to run towards Emiri to try and help her with what seemed like the real Lola, Jaakuna saw something that maybe he wasn’t supposed to see. He saw what could only be described as pure bloodlust. It was like something was taking control of Emiri. It was like, whether it was her or something else at play, that her need for blood and violence was the only thing on her mind. It was like death and murder was what would satisfy her. It was like..

“It can’t be, can it?” Jaakuna was trying to figure out exactly what was going on? The sight of Emiri brutally slicing the next of the other Lola clone was savage, and so unlike her. Obviously Lorenzo was alarmed and his first thought was to yell at Jaakuna what was going on. As if he would know. “I-I don’t know.” Truly, Jaakuna didn’t.

You know. A voice said in his head.

“Zodiark!?” Jaakuna yelled, looking around, his eyes widening, brows lowering, and nostrils flaring. Both angry and fearful of his own sanity, Jaakuna was on edge. But he saw nothing. No sign of that black armor monster. He saw nothing, but he knew he heard Zodiark’s voice. Goddamn him. Why did Jaakuna have to have a connection with that monster? Why did he ever have to give into his power? But, as much as Jaakuna loathed Zodiark, his two words were now resonating with him. “You know”, was what he said. As Jaakuna reheard Lorenzo’s words in his head too, it clicked. He didn’t know, but it did.

“Lorenzo, I don’t have time to give you the full story, but for whatever reason I can’t yet explain, my gut. No, my heart is telling me that, whatever is going on with her sudden change in demeanor, might be linked to Zodiark..” Jaakuna told Lorenzo. If anyone could recognize the not-so-subtle personality changes of someone under Zodiark’s Influence, it was Jaakuna.

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So, it seemed like the plan was set. Ultima would learn that you don’t mess with the squad’s main nerd and get away with it. If you want to pound on her, then you’ll have to pound on the resident emo deep one and the crazy bitch. Oh, and the calm, unsavage one. So, just as she was about to find out by the hands of Savayna, Grant, and Wesley that you don’t wreck up their shit, the sight of a sword suddenly piercing through Ultima’s heart stopped that.

“Uh, what the fuck just happened?” Savayna asked, unsure of what had happened.

“I..don’t know.” Truthfully, Wesley really didn’t.

As Ultima would comment about how someone, but noting that whoever stabbed her was not meant for her. It was then that Wesley knew that Ultima finally realized that Nadeline was destined for her. However, as Ultima would fade into Mist, Wesley’s eyes narrowed trying to see who it was behind her. To his utter shock, he saw who it was. Taking aside the unusually large bust, that blue hair was that someone that Welsey Alexander could never forget. It was the hair of Shion.

Wesley held his ground, his sword pointed at Shion. As she would take a step forward, Wesley unleashed a wave of his Mist at Shion, it taking the form of a pure white and gold wave of light. Still, it did nothing as it bounced off of a shadow that not only protected Shion, but separated the group from Shion and Nadeline. It pushed Savayna and Wesley and Grant back a good distance. Wesley cursed himself for not acting sooner. As soon as he saw that blue hair, he should have rushed, but hesitation was the death of him.

“NADELINE!” Wesley called out desperately. As long as he wielded a breath, he would not let any harm come to her.

Emotions running high, Wesley went charging in to that shadow wall, his sword held high. He leapt up once, and swung his sword down. As it made contact, the metal blade of Wesley’s sword was at a stalemate. It was like his sword was a dull blade and the wall was made of that of brick. No matter how much magick he put behind it - and that was a lot - Wesley wasn’t budging. Even Savayna was trying from what Wesley could see. She wasn’t having any luck.

Wesley and Savayna heard the things that Shion was telling Nadeline. Though not a lot based on how soon the wall would come down, revealing that Nadeline wasn’t harmed. Wesley was relieved, but Shion apparently wasn’t done. It seemed that Emiri and Jaakuna were at stigma.

“What? Oh for fuck’s sake! You mean Jackson left us stranded here!” Savayna, obviously missing the bigger picture of what Shion said.

“Stigma was attacked?” Wesley asked rhetorically, echoing what Shion said. To make matters worse, The Midnight Shard. “Wait - wait, the Midnight Shard!?” Wesley almost collapsed. “But it…no that’s not possible!” Wesley was about to have a breakdown. “It was lost in Nabudis. It was lost in that cursed city. Y-y-you must have..” Wesley, not hearing anything about what Shion, nor Grant were talking about.

“Uh, Wes, don’t lose your shit now..” Savayna was, again just like before, urging him to get whelmed.

As Shion furthered along with her words, Wesley didn’t hear them. So lost in what was going through his head, he didn’t hear anything. It wasn’t until that she spoke about using the power of Ultima for her own benefits that Wesley tuned in, and saw tha tNadeline was healed. It was then that Shion revealed that she copied her magick. Wesley then gripped the hilt of his Yagyu Darkblade as tight as he could, both hands gripping it.

Wesley, calm yourself. If you act in your state, you will not--

Before Hashmaal could offer up his advice, Wesley leapt forth against Shion. When a bolt of lighting came down from the heavens, threatening to decimate anyone in its path, Wesley held up his sword as he was in the air. “By the far reaches of the gods, my body is a temple for their light; for I am the only one whose will can carry their wishes.” Wesley’s sword, became engulfed in his magick, white brilliantly contrasting on the pure black sword. It became overloaded to the point where the white over took the black, and Wesley’s sword was like yin and yang itself. “Heaven’s Plane!” he called out, swinging his sword upward vertically, an arc of pure white magick being shot forth to the bolt of lighting. It was so strong that this bolt of lightning was overtaken, and sent back to the heavens along with Wesley’s attack.

As Savayna let out a low whistle, she was impressed by Wesley’s display of power. “Nicely done, We--” Before she could finish, she saw Wesley charge at Shion head-on.

“You went there, didn’t you? You got the Midnight Shard, and you are responsible for bringing the destruction it will cause?” Wesley had snapped. His words, though probably true, were coming from a place of great anger, great sadness. “And now you come and steal what is rightfully Nadeline's!?” Wesley said, his sword raised, still white from his previous attack. “I will not allow this! I will not allow you or your group to cause this world any more destruction!” Wesley raged, his sword slashing downward at Shion, a small arc of pure, white magick like his previous attack coming at Shion at close range.

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@Universorum
I don't think anyone does LOL. I mean, they obviously are love rivals, but at the same time - idk, there's a lot of confusing shit in their hateship lol.

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@Altered TundraI can't think of a person less fit to make that remark.

@Universorum

It's funny because I picture Alexandros being the one most fit to make that remark. ^_^