BCTheEntity

The War of the Three

@Lmpkio Alright, my bad. I'll edit to account for your edits if I need to, though as stated, it seems unlikely that that's necessary.

The War of the Three

Maceroy Falthon

“Ooh, looks like you’ve never met mister Grim Reaper,” she was saying, as if it were a valid point. Apparently, this woman was also uneducated; the scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper was derived from the actual use of scythes as a metaphor for harvesting the dead, and the fact that fools like her managed to warp the image into “scythes are a great weapon” was annoying to the raven-like harpy. Helpful when facing off against such idiots, but ever so annoying.

Of course, the woman’s attempt at a backflip kick toward Maceroy’s hand was somewhat ruined by various factors, but it didn’t stop her from using his own magic-imbued talon as a point from which to flip away - albeit at the cost of destroying one of her shoes’ heels, which he figured would vastly reduce her mobility. Or maybe not, if most of the mechanism wasn’t based in the heel…?

In the meantime, it seemed the other harpy had for some reason saved Eve from taking too much harm from Utada’s projectiles, and subsequently avoided blinding by any form of flashbang attack. In turn, as Marie rocketed into the sky via the systems in her shoes- wait, when had she gotten a lance? There was nowhere for her to hide that… unless she had some ability to warp weapons in and away, the way HR-513 did? Or an extra-dimensional space to store them in… yes, either way, maybe his reality anchor would see more use than expected this day… the point was, he needed to go for her now, whilst she was distracted.

As she fired her grenades toward Utada, Maceroy took to the sky, the drill-body of the shock lance whirling at full speed and aimed in Marie’s direction as he sped towards her. Unfortunately, he was not fast enough to stop her from transforming her weapon and turning it in his direction. Fortunately, he also wasn’t fast enough to keep Eve from charging at the rocket-propelled human at full speed, and surely that’d do some damage on impact, not to mention hurling the demonically-aligned fighter bodily through the air and totally throwing off her aim - both the point of the lance itself, and whatever weapon she’d transformed it into to try and kill him.

That’s my girl.

With a brief moment of recalculation, another message rapidly sent to Utada - Darken your vision if you can. - and a powerful flapping of all four wings, Maceroy closed the gap between him and his foe, zig-zagging to try and avoid her shots, only to abruptly light up like an insanely bright flare for a fraction of a second once within five meters of her. Marie, and likely everybody else within fifty meters other than himself, would be utterly blinded by his release of light, and whilst it’d be very obvious to anybody else who so much as looked in that direction, the light would also be nearly as blinding for a good distance beyond its “effective” range, for obvious reasons; within the effective range proper, even covering one’s eyes would be useless, as the light would pass through or around any solid surfaces within that fifty meter radius to reach them regardless, exactly as it was designed to do. In theory, there was no plausible way for Marie to stop that, let alone shut it down, and whilst that wasn’t exactly great for Utada or Eve either- Eve especially, who was far less likely to have anything to protect her vision with- he didn’t want to risk the mercenary getting to aim toward him again. It'd take at least a moment for her vision to recover, and by then, it’d be too late.

Maceroy’s intent, speculative as it was, was not to spear the human straight-on, but instead to move to whichever side of the mercenary she was not flailing her weapon on- or at least whichever side Eve wasn’t ramming into- and so to pass his own weapon through Marie’s body diagonally sideways - with but one hand holding it, since in this case, his own momentum would keep it relatively steady, and the other was necessary to perform a second action as it dug through his pockets. In theory, the noise of the drill itself would make it seem as though his body was still directly ahead of her, such that even if she managed to aim toward him again, she’d still miss him completely; the angle of the weapon ought to minimise the chances of her parrying his strike, if she could muster herself to try and do so; and the speed at which it was spinning would make tearing her in half, or at least mostly in half, all too easy, not to mention the surge of searing electrical energy that would simultaneously pass through her body as he hit the switch on the lance. At worst, she’d be paralysed and helpless, able to be killed with contemptuous ease; if he was lucky, she’d instead be finished off by the attack almost immediately.

That is, if all went well. If not, he had a backup plan - given the chance, he'd draw his free hand from his robes and try to slap something on the small of her back, in a position that would make it very difficult to reach with her bare hands, never mind any objects of the wrong length. A fist-sized spherical object made of metal, with a bright blue LED glowing on its topside; if it made contact, it would extend a large number of mechanical tendrils out across Marie’s back, each covered in maniple hooked suckers to try to cling firmly to her clothing and body, like those of a mechanical colossal squid. She'd also experience a severe pain in her spine, like something drilling into it (beyond any actual drilling sensations, rather) - though the sensation would be indicative not of a physical drill, but a spiritual probe tying her to the physical world, negating her Hammerspace completely.

If everything went according to plan, the enemy would be dead or disabled shortly after the Flare went off, bisected and/or unable to pull forth new weaponry from the nether-regions of thin air by Maceroy's attack. If not, his new position would depend on what else had happened there. It'd only be a couple of moments until then, though... but who knew what could happen in that time?

@Lmpkio@Banana@The 42nd Gecko@floodtalon

The War of the Three

@Lmpkio In the meantime, do you mind if I make my post? It's gonna be a doozy, I promise you that.

EDIT: Nnnnever mind, he's straight gone. Guess I'll just put that up, then, no need to delay everybody else in the fight...

The War of the Three

@Lmpkio Okay, time for a list of comparisons.

A List

[...]before gripping the weapon with one of his claws locking the weapon in place.

@Lmpkio

[...]as he stepped back on one clawed foot and angled his weapon in a way that locked the scythe in place.

@BCTheEntity

The Difference: Maceroy never touched the scythe with his feet. He was stepping back so he could angle his lance to lock the curved scythe blade, one end on either side of the drillbit.

The lance drill begins to swerve hastily as it begins to descend on the weapon itself.

@Lmpkio

[...]and with any luck, the drill might even have a chance to shatter the scythe entirely, the Heaven-empowered drillbit clashing with incredible rapidity against the anomalous enhancements of Marie’s blade and bearing a near-certain chance of winning out if she couldn’t draw the blade free.

@BCTheEntity

The Difference: Probably ties into the above assumption, and a minor point nonetheless, but the damage to the scythe was being done by the drill's parts whacking against the blade, not him trying to... bring it down on the weapon? I'm not sure what you had in mind there, frankly.

With a powerful hurdle, she can attempt to make a backward flip, using her right heel to implant the sharp point into the harpy's talon to have him let go of his weapon. But as she attempts to do that maneuver on Maceroy, her eyes are suddenly engulfed by a powerful flash of light. Yet another stroke of luck might've saved her skin as she can feel the talons of another claw foot come straight at her...

Only it didn't hit her stomach, but instead it would grasp the sharp pointed heel of her other secondary foot.

@Lmpkio

Perhaps a fiftieth of a second after receiving the text, his back foot lashed upward toward the mercenary’s gut with unexpected agility[...]

[...] Either way, he also flapped one pair of wings to propel himself backward as he covered his eyes with the other, guarding most of his face and upper body from further attack, as well as-

Well, not that it mattered, with the flashbang going off and all.

@BCTheEntity

The Difference: You timed it so that Maceroy's foot lash came before the flashbang went off. I timed it so that he did it before it went off, specifically as a way to get enough distance to cover his eyes before it did.

Only it didn't hit her stomach, but instead it would grasp the sharp pointed heel of her other secondary foot. Quickly utilizing the close call, she bends her knee and pushes herself off the foot while still holding her scythe.

@Lmpkio

[...]his back foot lashed upward toward the mercenary’s gut with unexpected agility, glowing grey with matter-destroying energy.
[...]
More importantly, what were the chances she’d leap back as she attempted to avoid the foot[...]?

@BCTheEntity

The Difference: Maceroy wasn't aiming to grab anything, though that point is admittedly a stretch when he's trying to disembowel a person, which could be argued as requiring much the same foot action. More pertinently, since we're on the point, I feel like grabbing the heel of a rocket boot like that would destroy it and the corresponding rocket system before any flipping away could be done, since the boots don't appear to have any specific resistance to damage. Bluntly speaking, disintegrative energy is pretty good at destroying things.

...I think that's everything inconsistent between the two posts. Like I said, it doesn't exactly change what I have in mind for my own next post, I just figured I ought to point out where you've made errors in that regard.

The War of the Three

Still waiting for BC to post I think~

@Lmpkio

I haven't done anything yet because your version of events differs greatly from mine. Contradictory differences, as explained in the Discord, not just "I don't like what you've done in your post". That said, I can post, but I'm going to pretend that what you wrote lines up with what I wrote, since the differences aren't too major that they completely ruin things anyway.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Suspicion

...on his part, Motley wouldn’t have cared so much about what exactly happened to the souls of the participants during the wish-making process, if his own hadn’t been at risk. But as Runch said, it was surprisingly suspicious that the so-called professors hadn’t so much as attempted to test the device yet; the phrase “do not attribute to malice what could be attributed to stupidity” was sometimes relevant, but when the targets were supposedly adherents to proper research, and intelligence in general at that, there was clearly something wrong with the situation.

Which then had him questioning whatever scenario might present itself in the latter portion of the day. Would it be similar to the events of The Hunger Games, wherein participants were forcibly herded toward their foes lest they risk death at the hands of the individuals running the game? Or perhaps everybody would be marked in some way, drawing each foe closer together by dint of their own curiosity, and the insistence that not defeating one’s opponent would mean a loss by default.

Not that Runch seemed upset about the idea, as he wandered off into the catacombs again. Nor, for that matter, did Erina, grinning as she grabbed up one of Runch’s discarded weapons as a lightsource of her own, and only prevented from wandering after the errant pirate by Motley’s hand on her shoulder.

'...aren’t we going to follow him?' Erina asked with a frown, rather puzzled, perhaps even annoyed by Motley’s hand on her shoulder. 'We DID both agree to stick with him.'

'And as I already explained to him, we cannot simply wander off into that underground maze. Not without a strategy, at least,' Motley pointed out once again, beginning to mark off points on his fingers. 'If we’re going to get his spoonsaber back, we need to consider a means of marking our route; we ideally need a brighter source of light than these spoons; we need sustenance for you in particular, since Runch is as good as lost if he keeps going-'

'Found it!'

'...or that could happen, and we need never enter those tombs again,' Motley murmured with slight disbelief as he watched Runch return, mostly to fill his mouth with words so that he didn’t accidentally mutter “That’s impossible,” or anything like it. Past experience had shown that practically nothing was impossible under the right circumstances, and that ever thinking otherwise would lead to injury or worse, but the situation was nonetheless exceptionally improbable.

'Are you religious, by any chance? Is there a god giving you a ton of luck?' Erina asked once Runch had finished his latest speech, by far more genuinely shocked than Motley if her expression was anything to go by. 'Because I really want to worship that god if they exist.'

'And what was that about the wishing machine?' Motley echoed, more practically-minded than Erina in this case. 'Because I think that’s rather significant as far as finds go. Maybe not specifically useful, so far, but certainly a late-game advantage if you can figure out how to exercise it.' To himself alone, he admitted that, of course, it may also be completely worthless, depending on whether the folks running the game were the sort of be honest or not. That remained to be seen… and if they weren’t, they’d need to be harshly reprimanded.

@ProPro

One Piece: New Horizons!

@Spiffy Switching foes in a most ungentlemanly fashion? Sounds good to me, if that gives Dirk time to hide again.

Sins of the Father =][= W40k Dark Heresy RP

@ClocktowerEchos None of what I said was a Tech-priest. I'll see what's needed, then.

Sins of the Father =][= W40k Dark Heresy RP

@ClocktowerEchos Well, Eversor seems like a bad idea from the get-go, and Culexus would just lead to bad times for everybody. That leaves Callidus and Vindicare, and of the two, one is designed to stay in one spot for months at a time. Plus, I have a sniper character in another game. Thus, most likely Callidus. Possibly Venenum or Vanus, but they're minor temples and not so closely associated with combat roles, but that may also be what's needed in this game in particular.

Sins of the Father =][= W40k Dark Heresy RP

Looks pretty cool. Are assassins allowed to be part of this? I've had a craving for an assassin of some sort lately.