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The bolt of electricity had traveled unhindered on its trajectory. Electrons burning the air as the highly volatile wattage being shifted from Mazono’s position to the new arrival came into contact with the intended target. Normally, this would be a delightful situation that indicated the end of an otherwise unexpected fight; the look on his face however, told a different story completely. While the electrical attack had made contact, the semi-transparent field of protection that engulfed the young woman had the properties required to redirect his attack – and its subsequent branches – harmlessly to the ground on either side of her. This was an unforeseeable outcome.

The air itself became more and more stifling the moment the young ladies defense had been erected, indicating to Mitsu that there was a large element of heat in relation to her powers. The golden eyes, sparking with energy flowing beneath the surface, narrowed in focus on the young woman as her counter-attack was released. The audible bang gave tell of a projectile being released from the weapon clutched firmly in the woman’s hand. Two quick resounding cracks filled the air as the weapon in Mazono’s right hand was fired almost as if by reflex in response to the opposite’s gunfire, occurring almost at the exact moment that she had pulled her own trigger. The powerful VERTBRINIUM round closing the distance in no time at all, as a second round followed directly behind the first one at a slight right-angle beneath the original shot fired at the exact same time of the initial trigger pull.

His enhanced neural process causing his view of the world around him to proceed at a crawl -attributing to his impressive reaction speed, yet even still the glowing round of his opponent was closing the 125ft difference at quite an exponential rate, yet when compared to his shot it didn’t even seem comparable. The powerful tungsten like rounds would threaten to overwhelm the woman, much like hers threatened to overwhelm Mazono. Its structural integrity not unlike the aspects of tungsten gave it a large resilience to heat, as well - its heavier mass acting as a ward in some capacity to the intense heat that it would have to pass through as it came in contact with the field of heat due to their being more projectile mass than a normal bullet.

As the opposing projectile closed in, Mazono’s form was engulfed in electricity as he released the storage of kinetic build up in his legs to release from his heel as the kinetic force released without movement, causing him to slide to the right ever so slightly a few feet from his previous position – discharge trailing behind his movements – to maneuver out of the way of the projectile at an amazing level of speed that could only be described as “lightning fast”. His stage one thunder god mode was disengaged almost as swiftly as it had been activated and as such his abrupt stop was taken into the leading leg as once more the sound of leather twisting filled his own ears - his leg muscles apparently bulging beneath the neatly pressed suit pants as the Warden body-suit absorbed some of the kinetic energy. Completely out of the way of the oncoming fire, Mazono’s arms were still up and at the ready with both guns in hand.

The protective field erected around him at all times suddenly became more discernable as the black mass beneath his feet began to swirl around him; small red sparks of electricity dancing slowly, randomly, into the air approximately 10 feet infront of him. The wave shift having been subtle - visible only due to the nature of the energy now embuing the defensive field. If heat was the cause of his lightning's inability to make contact, he'd just have to eliminate that factor. The ever-present sickening wide grin seemed to flare into a sneer with each spark. The hum of energy filled the air as the man in white's very presence radiated power. This fight was getting interesting! He had to know more, he had to see more!

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The figure was seen coming down the road long before they ceased their movement. The appearance not yet discernable, yet through movement and the dimensions he could make out, it was inferred the person approaching was at least female or some type of variation. The ever-present smile on his lips seemed to widen even more sickeningly than normal; prey had entered the lion’s den and the beast was hungry. His enhanced eyes focusing in more clearly on the woman as she approached, yet a strange undulation somewhat obscuring her features fully. Left hand gripping tightly to what appeared to be a long-barreled gun of what appeared to be antiquated design. Dark strands of ebon cascading over porcelain features in a well maintained manner.

Strangely enough, even though she stood far away – Mitsu had this strange feeling that the temperature was getting…warmer? No….it was something else; the scent of Ozone burning – different from the odor his own aura generated on a constant basis – caused him a moment of hesitation. His body remained in the same position it had, with the man in white staring down the road at this new arrival – his arms still holding the Ratifiers at the ready. The mass of black that had dispersed around him had grown exponentially from its smaller mass moments prior, continuing to grow with each passing second. Eyes, sparking with energy, hidden beneath the fedora began to intensify as the accelerated neural process was intensified further as an Aura of heat expanded off of her form with a violent intensity causing the air between the two of them to amplify.

She spoke no words yet her stance of defiance told him everything he needed to know; she was here to attack him, just as he had been waiting to attack her. Two souls were now entwined in the dance that was combat. Violence became palpable on the air as the two combatants – separated only by distance – regarded one another further. Neither made a move, and that was boring! The strange smile hadn’t dissipated, it merely twitched for a moment as one of the two made the active decision to take the lead.

A blinding flash of light engulfed the man before an erratic stream of energy rushed forth from his face. Electrons were split from atoms as the bonds that connected them were cut coalescing into the form of energy rushing towards the woman. Whitish blue in color, the particles rushed forward, disconnected from similar atomic entities as the particles coalesced into a singular stream of destruction. The speed of the bolt fired would pass the 100’ distance in almost no time at all. When the stream of electrons reached the 70’ marker something different occurred. The stream separated and began to propogate into multiple different interconnected lines of energy – each spreading out in a different direction than the first, a Jacob’s ladder formed lancing out in a controlled way four more branches of discharge, each line separately arcing but remaining connected within the center threatening to impact against the full torso of the woman.

The strange manifestation of energy would rush at the female head-on, unknowing of a defense and uncaring. The sole purpose was for the outstretching branches that formed from the main bolt to encompass and overwhelm the woman with their powerful voltage and amperage. The attack's simplistic nature had killed many, but he was curious if the girl would go down as easy. At the same moment of the energies release, the sound of twisting leather would become audible for but a second, muscles beneath the well maintained suit pants were tightening as tension was built internally. The defensive field around his form remained erect and at the ready. It was time for the main event, and the show must go on.
Shimmering light cast shadows across the ground in a variety of different sizes and shapes. The wheat stood motionless; the stuffy air unwavering as a breeze was nowhere to be found. The farm’s large size would have been impressive, if not for the state of total disrepair the property had been left in. Weeds had sprouted from the ground all around the farm, a testament to the lack of care the locale had received as time had passed. The derelict of a tractor, its paint chipped and cracked in places stood defiant to time even after the rust had set in. In short, while from a distance this beautiful speck on an otherwise unfamiliar stretch of land seemed a safe haven for weary travelers and passersby; its true nature would be revealed the closer one came.

The slightly muggy air became thick with the smell of an oncoming storm as black clouds began to aggregate in the area above the homestead; a sizzle filled the air, an indication of a rise in ions and electrons floating freely through the air. A mighty crack echoed through the field, the resounding sonic boom shaking the foundations of the vacant structures. Blinding light filled the area for a split second, dissipating almost as swiftly as it had appeared; leaving behind a strange phenomenon. Standing where a bolt of lightning had struck the gravel seconds before, a single figure – strangely out of place by the look of his clothing – studied the area in which he had appeared, a mass of black dirt falling from the confines of his long-coat to the ground, growing in size with each passing moment.

The figure, thin yet athletically built, turned his gaze left and then right before settling on staring down the center of the road leading to the main structure. Adorned in white, the figure reached a hand up to gently remove a white fedora hiding a head of auburn strands, revealing this person to be a man. The brim of the fedora was used to unceremoniously brush non-existent dust off the waist of his long white coat. The subtle movements of his arm caused the overlengthened garment to sway, exposing his white dress slacks, two black belts with gold buckles wrapped around his waist, white suit vest and black dress shirt. A white tie with a red and black pin stuck in the center and a large metallic contraption strapped to his left arm completed the ensemble.

Replacing the Fedora back atop his skull, the young man moved forward – his eyes hidden by the shadow cast by the brim of his head covering. Though no one would know it, the young man was contemplating his location. This place, its familiar surroundings – seemed to resonate with him. He regarded every piece of the beautiful abandoned scenery with a single thought in his mind. Had he been here before? Every indicator in his body screamed a familiarity with this place – yet he had no recollection of ever exploring this locale. Curious.

With that single bit of unease washing over him, the figure reached his hands beneath his longcoat, extending his grasp to behind him. His hand’s grasping hold of twin grips as they pulled free from their hidden confines two long barreled semi-automatic handguns. Their makeup, bulkier than most weapons of their make, seemed to appear heavy and oversized in his hands. The Ratifiers – as he called them – were brought up to a ready position, both arms outstretched and positioned to fire at a moment’s notice. Tactical wariness for the unexpected was not an unusual trait for himself, as he was used to out of his control situations. That didn’t mean, however, he would be caught with his pants down in any situation.

Continuing his examination of the Farm, Mitsu Mazono would further verify the abandoned status of the area around him with a soft ping of mundane, non-lethal electricity. His electrolocation expanding outward like a ring would help him indicate a threat closing in. The smell of burnt ozone was more prevalent in the air than it had been when the bolt struck the ground, an indicator of his own unique bio-electric field fueling an unseen variable that encapsulated the man in white. Beneath the brim of his hat, serpent like eyes were sparking with golden electrical energy accompanied by a strangely eerie smile. Violence was palpable on the air, and Mitsu was ready for it.
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@Rilla I think she was hoping we could delete the antagonistic Metal Tortise messages as all they are is Flaming Outbursts.
@DLL@Negatomsk@AtlasRize@Tezcatlipoca

I apologize if I missed any of the members of the Luchalliance - was not my intent. I don't have any harsh words or bashing comments to make. I see your group is leaving the tournament and that brings forth a feeling of regret as I would've loved to have the opportunity to see your high flying spectacle of Hispanic based wrestlers. While I dislike the fact that the events thus far have unfolded as they have and there is feelings of directed bias or disdain for your builds, I also understand - from a point - why you would deem it more necessary to leave than compete. Hell, I know I wouldn't want to be somewhere that I felt unwanted or unfairly judged.

However, currently we can hear what you're saying and see that its effected you all negatively, but is it really such a bad incident that some level of accommodation or discussion be had that could further rectify the situation that wouldn't result in the loss of your team from the roster? I get that maybe the Rule-set doesn't necessarily stand to the status quo of what's normal in some communities but thus far I've seen plenty of approved profiles just due to some conversation and cooperation.

I'm not asking you guys to neuter yourselves and be happy about it (I wouldn't. I'd be pissed.) but to infer that whats occurring here is based off of Personal Feelings is somewhat ludicrous. Maybe I could understand if it was just Devil doing the profile acceptions, but from what I see there are multiple judges each with equal say as to what gets approved or denied or modified. I'm not sure what all occurred between the conversations you mention having and the back and forth...

but what I do know is that it's not neccessary to bash the thing you're exiting from simply due to a dislike of how things went down. I see, from the last post, that it wasn't fun for you guys. Hell, I get that. I wouldn't want to take part in anything that wasn't fun for me. But to attempt to discredit in someway the legitimacy of the Tournaments Prize (Regardless of your personal opinion of Devil, that has no place when money is put on the table) or to further discredit the tournament as it is (when the rules of said tournament and the how it'll be graded is on the first page) is kind of...childish? I'm not trying to insult, truly. I apologize now if anything of what I said comes off in anyway mean spirited or rude...Sometimes feelings can't be relayed via Text.

Im sad to see all of you go - wish there was something that could be done - but respect your decision enough not to harass or troll. I only ask that if there IS a possibility of an amicable solution that maybe it be approached with the same open mind as you had coming in the first place?

Ten years of past bullshit is far too small in comparison to the larger scale of things to start harassing and hating on each other all over again. Whoever said that this wasn't the time to split communities up was Right. This is the time of unification as the game - as we know it - is dying. New talent seem to prefer themes vs Freeform. Combat is being stifled by Stats, Roleplay is becoming less of a Storytelling game and more of a Sentence Structure (like old times) game. Some of us have been around a long time (Alot of you included) and have had the opportunity to interact with most or some of the people who attended this tournament. Is this issue really so much that a simple discussion (Public or not) can't occur to try and alleviate the tension or contention?

I hope that's not the case...

Now, more than ever, we need each other...
@Dynamo FrokaneYes; Deadline was last night


@Enki

I am pulling Rosa, she is above this Tier it seems and I'm replacing her with.....

CAPTAIN SHINRA!

I edited her out and put him in.

I figure this is okay since it is before the actual submission deadline, and Rosa was not going to get approved.


Strange way of going about things; I Don't know what gave you the idea your character wasn't going to get approved? I know Mobius asked you this;

<Snipped quote by Enki>

Who are you hearing these things from?


So Im assuming by that statement he was still going over your profile...makes it kind of hard when you re-make the character xD
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