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Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Athinar

As Gweyr would have summoned the fog after she had landed, Donny would have already hit the grenade by then. Not that the fog would matter, for the killer had memorised the spatial location of the grenade and could have hit it with his eyes closed.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Athinar

It seemed that Gweyr hadn't learned the first time. Right before she landed, Donny would whirl around and fire at the grenade. Why wait when he could blow it up with the pull of a trigger?

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@Drifting Pollen

Before too long Elly would get a reading on the monster, but that in addition to the removal of her sight would take place after the sparse moment that it was using to try and kill Eubeal.

First off, it apparently couldn't link its sight to someone without eyes, but if their vision was restored, so was the curse.
That much would be obvious.

Next off, she would learn that yes, its organic structure was comparable to that of most Earthly animals, save for the lungs. In leau of lungs, it had a strange tracheae system, like a more complex version of how an insect respirates. It could survive in all manner of atmospheres or lack thereof. It had to be versatile to be able to traverse each world it visited, after all, even the airless and toxic alien ones.

The mucous seemed to be full of previously undiscovered lipids, proteins, and of course some crazy powerful toxins. Due to the anticoagulate properties of the mucous, the bufotoxins had to be highly concentrated, so that even if the wound through which they were delivered were massively traumatic and bleeding, the victim would still quickly succumb to hallucinations. As a point of comparison, the creature's bufotoxins were hundreds of times more concentrated than that of the neurotoxic venom of the inland taipan.

It would do Elly well to warn her friends that so much as a scratch from the Magna Pater would be almost impossible to heal or detoxify, even with high powered restorative magic. If it were somehow able to directly inject that mucous, game over man. No saving throw.

As for its maximum speed and strength... Odd. That part seemed to be as flexible as its breathing and its mucous density. It seemed to have a set of latent modes that it shifted through to conserve energy. When it hunted mortals, it seemed to utilize a level of strength and speed that was in every way superior to the various species of land mammals. Faster than a cheetah, stronger than an elephant. But when dealing with more difficult prey, the strength spectrum widened to include the scaled up physical capacities of insects. Perhaps deep down, this thing was more like a bug than anything else. The speed of an Australian tiger beetle, more than 171 body lengths per second and not even accounting for striking velocity. The raw muscle of a Herculese beetle, rendering the nasty devil capable of lifting well over 300 tons.
Oh yes, it had been hiding quite a bit. It undoubtedly dominated the animal kingdom. Except for durability.

It was tough as nails, no doubt about that, but to maintain its flexibility and ability to produce toxins, it had given up much. Its bones were relatively lightweight and its skin spongy. It could soak up weaker hits, but anything that was fast and heavy could really hurt it. Its wings were extremely durable, but in blocking heavy blows the bones behind the wings could fracture.

Elly would be able to make sense of why the monster relied so heavily on deception and evasion. If it tried to fight a super weight head on, its deadly natural weapons wouldn't even come close to making up for its sloppy durability. It was, for all intents and purposes, a glass cannon. One that could heal, but only if it had food.

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@Starfall@Drifting Pollen@Mikellh Dejax

The Magna Pater's capabilities had again been lowballed by the adventurers. Then again perhaps it should have been apparent, given how it had appeared in the forest along with several reality warpers. That might have been a hint that it wouldn't be so easy to bypass its black magic.

Its powers were simple and not inherently deadly, but they were entirely pure in that simplicity and unfathomably great when used in conjunction with cunning. There was no undercutting them.

It couldn't be perceived via any means that was not of the known five senses as science knew them, and it saw what its prey saw. It had been called across space and time before by summoning rituals, a barrier that its Malocchio had no difficulty in overcoming. It was, after all, an elder horror. A terrestrial one with a form that mortals could witness, but still an elder horror. If it so wished, it could grant its victims the sight of countless dead worlds scattered throughout the continuum, via the eyes of its many children who endlessly devoured each other and regenerated to create a single organism ecosystem that was self sustaining, an autocannibalistic amalgam interconnected by a psychic link as long and as old as time itself. Legion had nothing on this. A simple but pure power, indeed.

Eubeal would find that the creature wouldn't register even as a blank with his quantum sense. It was as if it had never been there to begin with. A form of touch may have been the medium through which he now sensed, but water pouring through the medium of a bottle isn't to be confused as milk.

Eleanor would find that popping into the future would do little to alleviate the sight of the monster rushing towards her.

As for Satori, she couldn't have been more mistaken about the Magna Pater's style. It had the reflexes of the devil, but more so it had experience. It knew she could feel where it was. She had fallen into its trap just as much as Eubeal had. It didn't fight. It ambushed and killed.

As the monster got into Satori's striking range, limbs clawing and cartwheeling, a surprise would be launched from the indeterminate and random flailing. A sheet of thick mucous would shuck off its left paw at a velocity that was simply phantasmagoric, set to wallop her in the face from six feet away and with zero warning. It had excreted the slime just before the swing, which had been mixed in with the others. Trying to avoid it would be like a kid kneeling a few feet from a pitching machine and expecting to catch a tootsie roll.

When you hit water at high speed, it becomes like concrete. Such would an insignificant comparison though, for the nitrous strength of the throw would be more than enough to slam Satori's head back and send her feet pitching upwards. If she still swung, the swing would go high and the monster would have already dipped low to the ground again just before, wind from the explosively devastating hypersonic swing making the beast's back flab ripple like water in a pool. Her strikes were terrifyingly fast, but like how it had handled the light speed bullet, speed and power meant little without a strategy.

Were this to occur, it would be past her before she had recovered her footing (and dealt with her yucky slime face) and Eubeal could very well be dead before he had finished his sentence, the silent and black thing having moved to thrust its right middle claw straight through his left eye socket and deep into his brain. He hadn't been moving as he spoke, and for all he knew it was still taking on Satori.

The only way to kill a teleporter was to make sure they didn't see it coming. The Sleeper of the Clandestine knew this. It had slain its first teleporter nearly a thousand years ago.

It was all about the element of surprise. That was how Nergal had killed it, with technique and deception over sheer destructive force. But Nergal was not here, and if he were he'd not outsmart it a second time. Their friends would not help, and their gods would not help. No escape, no rest, no hope.

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@Mikellh Dejax
@Drifting Pollen
@Starfall

Eubeal did nothing wrong. It was a simple tactical retreat. But then, how could he be expected to know the depths of the Magna Pater's cunning, or the limits of its vast supernatural power? It had laid a trap for him, waiting for just the right moment to spring it. Its target had never been Satori in the first place.

Eubeal's teleportation would have seemingly malfunctioned. Instead of seeing the Magna Pater from fifteen feet away, he'd see two raggedy bitches getting run over by the APC. In the driver's seat he'd be able to see one of his friends. The hell was going on?

No sounds could be heard save for the crackle of burning trees and the whine of the wind. Not talking nor the engine nor the grinding of wheels. It was as if he were a ghost there...

And as for Eleanor, she'd suddenly be looking out from where Eubeal had apparently stood, as if they had swapped places. The monster and Satori were before her, and the savage horror was speeding right for her, its eyes wide and blazing with skittering cerulean light. There was only a split second to act. A split second to realise that she could still hear the APC and her friends chattering nearby.

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@Starfall

The beast hadn't grown. It merely didn't stand up very often. Most of the time it crawled and creeped, dragging its damp belly.

Though the projectile was fast and Satori was able to direct it, the Magna Pater would give avoiding the attack about as much brainpower as it used to chew its food. It had been dodging junk when Jesus was around.

The shadow spike would have been difficult to avoid on its own, had Satori not given away her aim by waving her hand at the monster. The ancient creature would shoot forwards and to Satori's right, using the Stygian muscles of its immense tail to effectively slip past the projectile so quickly that by the time the woman registered its movement, the bolt would have flown past.
She had been expecting it to try and weave to the side, not actually move towards the attack when it was still premature.

Raw power wouldn't work here. It was too smart to fall before anything that had been used on it before, and that included large and nasty things rocketing towards its frame at high speed. It was even anticipating the possibility that a set of amorphous shadow blades might pop out from the spike as it moved past, or some last ditch secret trick of the like, perhaps even an explosion. The monster's foresight was so uncanny that some might have even called it paranoia.

It had seen enough of Satori's power, and now it was testing the limits of her reflexes. It would have retrieved whatever had been in its body after the evasion, both of its unaccountably lethal arms free to savage what lay before it, perhaps with a fusillade of terrible, reaping swings. It would be upon her in a flash, crossing the fifteen feet between them as if it were but a step.

Both Satori and Eubie would be in the monster's path, and unless they had a solid defence against being torn to pieces, they would end up like the ghouls.

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@Prodigal Son

You should mention that this roleplay is for anime characters in the rules. Also, I have only two, irrefutable responses to how you say the characters are similar.

First one will answer itself. Ever since Zero has started in this roleplay, what exactly has he been doing? Yes, so that's settled.

Lastly, my character's theme song is by Metallica. Zero's is probably something by the like of Avenged Sevenfold, which should really be all you need to know to understand the difference here.

I need not and shall not say more. I'll go find a roleplay that actually is accepting applications.

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@Prodigal Son

I can't imagine how, aside from using guns and being violent, the characters are alike.

One is a bishonen anime flavored art lover that wears eyeliner and eats like a pig.

The other is a distictly ugly noir-esque serial killer whose interest in social or subconscious appeal equates to exactly Jack and shit, with Jack having ditched town thirty-six years ago.

It's like comparing Cowboy Bebop to Death Wish. If I counted magic blasts and mean streaks the same way, Zero and Donny would be the only characters that stand out.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

Donny was, perhaps, smarter than Gweyr had anticipated. He knew, however, that attempting the same trick twice is foolish. She was beyong the reach of his flail, and if he detached the grenade and tossed it at her she might intercept it in the process.

He'd step down on the grenade and jerk up with the wire to pull the pin free, at the same time firing a round several feet to the woman's left to draw away the electricity. He had somehow predicted that a lightning bolt was about to come. Perhaps he had felt his hair standing up on end and had smelt ozone?

A split second later he'd be sprinting to his right, keeping an eye over his shoulder and the Magnum cocked. The grenade had a six second fuse and wouldn't detonate until about three seconds after the witch landed right on top of it. She had better be quick.

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@Prodigal Son@Zelosse