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Motion it not be in neutral territory this time. Capitalism is dead inn the Nexus, as should be obvious
Darn. With Dora blocking Henry, I killed Miyu for nothing and missed my opportunity for fun desire shenanigans. Ah well.
It happens. She'll just have to go out drinking with Dora, Syphax, and Tartys next time.
I would like to submit that one of our characters needs to always pronounce Daimyo wrong from now on.
What, like everyone saying that 'Tatiana' is 'Titania'?
Post edited. Fortunately I have less problems than some of the other people there.
Alexander Nevsky
Nevsky waited patiently as the complex magic activated, creating spheres of light before all of the pairs before solidifying into doorways to the world beyond. He moved without hesitation, aware of where they were going and ready for it. He had no doubt that his Lord was up for the challenges ahead, and most certainly so when he was there to assist in their struggle to save the world. Now they merely had to see what it was they would be dealing with when they arrived.
Stepping through, the first thing the Russian noticed was the cold. It was all around them, pervasive, chilling the bone even with the clothes that he was wearing. He might have been used to it, but that did not mean it couldn't be unpleasant. The next he noticed was the darkness lit by blue flames, and he could be glad for his vision that he could see as well as he did. But trying to ride at this time might be a bad idea, to put it mildly.
Most notable though was the fight in front of them, two fierce warriors duking it out in a clash that rivaled the mightiest he had heard about in old bards tales. They might not be shattering mountains, but they were clearly on a level above normal humans.
"I am here, my Lord," Nevsky replied as he moved to stand beside Walgrave with shield and sword manifested and ready to use. "There is foul sorcery at work here," he muttered as he eyed the corpses. A wise concern as they bean to move all of a sudden, leading the nearby Master to lash out with runes at them. Nevsky himself struck with a swift blow, killing one that had drawn too near and seemed to be grabbing for his ankle. For now he would defend him and his Lord, as he waited for direction.
@Beloss@KoL
Nevsky waited patiently as the complex magic activated, creating spheres of light before all of the pairs before solidifying into doorways to the world beyond. He moved without hesitation, aware of where they were going and ready for it. He had no doubt that his Lord was up for the challenges ahead, and most certainly so when he was there to assist in their struggle to save the world. Now they merely had to see what it was they would be dealing with when they arrived.
Stepping through, the first thing the Russian noticed was the cold. It was all around them, pervasive, chilling the bone even with the clothes that he was wearing. He might have been used to it, but that did not mean it couldn't be unpleasant. The next he noticed was the darkness lit by blue flames, and he could be glad for his vision that he could see as well as he did. But trying to ride at this time might be a bad idea, to put it mildly.
Most notable though was the fight in front of them, two fierce warriors duking it out in a clash that rivaled the mightiest he had heard about in old bards tales. They might not be shattering mountains, but they were clearly on a level above normal humans.
"I am here, my Lord," Nevsky replied as he moved to stand beside Walgrave with shield and sword manifested and ready to use. "There is foul sorcery at work here," he muttered as he eyed the corpses. A wise concern as they bean to move all of a sudden, leading the nearby Master to lash out with runes at them. Nevsky himself struck with a swift blow, killing one that had drawn too near and seemed to be grabbing for his ankle. For now he would defend him and his Lord, as he waited for direction.
@Beloss@KoL
Tatiana Lorenz
Tatiana was busy laying down covering fire, swiveling as blast after blast was thrown at anyone that went near her allies as she covered Shizuka's move for the elevator. Things weren't great, but with the demons busy fighting their doppelgangers or whatever it definitely made things easier for them all. The angels were a bigger problem, especially those allies they had called in, and she found herself grateful for her thrusters to allow for snap dodges.
Then everything went sideways as multiple cards activated. A bright light began to fill the room, and before she could do anything she found herself snapped up in some sort of light chain, one that had absolutely no give to it no matter how much she might struggle or her jets fired to try and yank herself free. Eventually she was forced to sit there in a huff, watching with a glare as the demons and the Angels moved for the elevator unopposed. Meanwhile the new Angel explained her demands. What, prove their total innocence in the entirety of existence or beat her in combat? The only way it was any more insane was the fact that apparently Hohenheim could call her up with the snap of her fingers, for how annoyed the Angel might be.
Of course, then they were left in a situation that was not ideal, near the mech that had exploded once before and blown her up, while Ni-Mu proved that she had not even been given the basic ethics programming to know what sin was, which as far as Tatiana was aware seemed like an oversight in her basic operations package. But she didn't voice that, instead racking her brain to figure out an answer to the angel.
Then at last it occurred to her, and a grin broke out as she looked towards the Angel. "Hey, let me go," she called out. "I haven't committed any crimes or sins. I mean, I remember doing bad things, but those memories aren't mine. I've only been alive for like half a day, and in that time I haven't killed anyone or coveted possessions, stolen, all that good stuff. I shouldn't be punished for the crimes of someone who's already dead." It was true, as far as she was concerned. She was just a clone, who was to say that she had the same soul as the Tatiana who had been blown up in the previous battle?
Focused on Iona as she was, Tatiana was completely unsuspecting as Sliske unleashed his attack. She could have held her breath for several minutes, perhaps enough to escape, had she seen it coming. But since she didn't there was no chance to avoid it as she breathed in the purple fumes. Slowly things shifted, a strange tingling on the back of her skull until she realized that where once she had thought there were friends, she was instead alone. Twisted mechanical monstrosities, beings devoured by machines and corrupted by demonic forces. Her blood began to thunder as she threw herself into renewed struggles, growling and huffing. Even if she could not fight the chain.
The chains, the chains. Why had she bothered trying to argue, to plead her innocence? This had never been a trial, merely a sham so the Angels could hold their 'holier than thou' attitude. The outcome had never been in doubt, and she had been thrown away. Now she was going to die or become some puppet for a demon, trapped in her own mind and unable to do anything. She knew it for a fac, had seen it before, and she would not allow it to happen here.
"No....No no no! Let me go! I won't let you take me!" Hurriedly she tried to prime her funnels, setting them for autonomous fire at everything she designated a target, while more missiles primed themselves for a suicidal fight. She might not succeed, but she would rather die than let these monstrosities get her.
@Mega Birb@Banana@KoL@Ryonara
Tartys
Tartys and her Amazonian ally made good work as they struck at the Demons, trying to eliminate them from the competition before they could get much further. Yet all of a sudden it was for nought, with them suddenly healed via a card to the point where it was as if they had never been injured in the first place. "So much for that plan," she muttered as she prepared to move for the elevator while holding off the revitalized Demons.
It as enough of a distraction for Sliske to fire off his attack, even if Tartys noticed it at near the last second and managed a partial dodge. Her wing took the hit, essentially destroying what was left and ensuring that she would require some serious healing before she would be able to fly again in addition to the burn damage to her side. But it was better that being dead.
As she recovered, she found something in her own vision, something that had not been there before. It was a harp, but instinctively she knew that it was more than that. It was not just a harp, it was the peace inherent in the music. It meant that she could go back to being a normal angel, wouldn't have to stain her hands with blood, or feel her body broken and bleeding. She could live as she had before this had happened, before she had been called to fight.
From what had been said she new that she could take it, could bring an end to it right now. Whether it would be the war itslf did not matter, as it would be a peace for her. She liked to think that she was a simple soul who did not want for much. And she knew that she could be content, be happy with this.
She reached for it, yet at the last second her hand stopped. Even if she no longer had to fight, others would. The Imperator would demand it, and there was nothing to change that fact. Could she so readily abandon her duty for the notion of a life without hardship or suffering, when it would merely be forcing it on someone else?
No, she couldn't do that. She wouldn't be able to face herself afterwards. Her hand lowered and she walked past, allowing it to fade away back into an illusion. Perhaps there would come a time when she could accept it, but not now. So she returned to the battle.
For now she moved for the elevator, watching as Syphax took one up and preparing herself to do the same when it got back to the lobby. She brandished her spear in a defensive posture, using her magic to create a shield of light that would hopefully deflect any immediate attacks until she had the chance to react. A renewed determination rested in her heart, and she would not stop until she had succeeded.
In the meanwhile, the amazon that Tartys had been fighting with faced off against the Nun, one who charged in with a brutal fury. Yet she had not come so far merely to be taken down so simply. The Gunblade roared before being raised in a quick stab as the Amazonian struck back, not content to merely be on the defensive but instead meeting fury with a cold heat as she wielded the weapon like it was nothing more than a plank of wood.
@KoL@Mega Birb
Tatiana was busy laying down covering fire, swiveling as blast after blast was thrown at anyone that went near her allies as she covered Shizuka's move for the elevator. Things weren't great, but with the demons busy fighting their doppelgangers or whatever it definitely made things easier for them all. The angels were a bigger problem, especially those allies they had called in, and she found herself grateful for her thrusters to allow for snap dodges.
Then everything went sideways as multiple cards activated. A bright light began to fill the room, and before she could do anything she found herself snapped up in some sort of light chain, one that had absolutely no give to it no matter how much she might struggle or her jets fired to try and yank herself free. Eventually she was forced to sit there in a huff, watching with a glare as the demons and the Angels moved for the elevator unopposed. Meanwhile the new Angel explained her demands. What, prove their total innocence in the entirety of existence or beat her in combat? The only way it was any more insane was the fact that apparently Hohenheim could call her up with the snap of her fingers, for how annoyed the Angel might be.
Of course, then they were left in a situation that was not ideal, near the mech that had exploded once before and blown her up, while Ni-Mu proved that she had not even been given the basic ethics programming to know what sin was, which as far as Tatiana was aware seemed like an oversight in her basic operations package. But she didn't voice that, instead racking her brain to figure out an answer to the angel.
Then at last it occurred to her, and a grin broke out as she looked towards the Angel. "Hey, let me go," she called out. "I haven't committed any crimes or sins. I mean, I remember doing bad things, but those memories aren't mine. I've only been alive for like half a day, and in that time I haven't killed anyone or coveted possessions, stolen, all that good stuff. I shouldn't be punished for the crimes of someone who's already dead." It was true, as far as she was concerned. She was just a clone, who was to say that she had the same soul as the Tatiana who had been blown up in the previous battle?
Focused on Iona as she was, Tatiana was completely unsuspecting as Sliske unleashed his attack. She could have held her breath for several minutes, perhaps enough to escape, had she seen it coming. But since she didn't there was no chance to avoid it as she breathed in the purple fumes. Slowly things shifted, a strange tingling on the back of her skull until she realized that where once she had thought there were friends, she was instead alone. Twisted mechanical monstrosities, beings devoured by machines and corrupted by demonic forces. Her blood began to thunder as she threw herself into renewed struggles, growling and huffing. Even if she could not fight the chain.
The chains, the chains. Why had she bothered trying to argue, to plead her innocence? This had never been a trial, merely a sham so the Angels could hold their 'holier than thou' attitude. The outcome had never been in doubt, and she had been thrown away. Now she was going to die or become some puppet for a demon, trapped in her own mind and unable to do anything. She knew it for a fac, had seen it before, and she would not allow it to happen here.
"No....No no no! Let me go! I won't let you take me!" Hurriedly she tried to prime her funnels, setting them for autonomous fire at everything she designated a target, while more missiles primed themselves for a suicidal fight. She might not succeed, but she would rather die than let these monstrosities get her.
@Mega Birb@Banana@KoL@Ryonara
Tartys
Tartys and her Amazonian ally made good work as they struck at the Demons, trying to eliminate them from the competition before they could get much further. Yet all of a sudden it was for nought, with them suddenly healed via a card to the point where it was as if they had never been injured in the first place. "So much for that plan," she muttered as she prepared to move for the elevator while holding off the revitalized Demons.
It as enough of a distraction for Sliske to fire off his attack, even if Tartys noticed it at near the last second and managed a partial dodge. Her wing took the hit, essentially destroying what was left and ensuring that she would require some serious healing before she would be able to fly again in addition to the burn damage to her side. But it was better that being dead.
As she recovered, she found something in her own vision, something that had not been there before. It was a harp, but instinctively she knew that it was more than that. It was not just a harp, it was the peace inherent in the music. It meant that she could go back to being a normal angel, wouldn't have to stain her hands with blood, or feel her body broken and bleeding. She could live as she had before this had happened, before she had been called to fight.
From what had been said she new that she could take it, could bring an end to it right now. Whether it would be the war itslf did not matter, as it would be a peace for her. She liked to think that she was a simple soul who did not want for much. And she knew that she could be content, be happy with this.
She reached for it, yet at the last second her hand stopped. Even if she no longer had to fight, others would. The Imperator would demand it, and there was nothing to change that fact. Could she so readily abandon her duty for the notion of a life without hardship or suffering, when it would merely be forcing it on someone else?
No, she couldn't do that. She wouldn't be able to face herself afterwards. Her hand lowered and she walked past, allowing it to fade away back into an illusion. Perhaps there would come a time when she could accept it, but not now. So she returned to the battle.
For now she moved for the elevator, watching as Syphax took one up and preparing herself to do the same when it got back to the lobby. She brandished her spear in a defensive posture, using her magic to create a shield of light that would hopefully deflect any immediate attacks until she had the chance to react. A renewed determination rested in her heart, and she would not stop until she had succeeded.
In the meanwhile, the amazon that Tartys had been fighting with faced off against the Nun, one who charged in with a brutal fury. Yet she had not come so far merely to be taken down so simply. The Gunblade roared before being raised in a quick stab as the Amazonian struck back, not content to merely be on the defensive but instead meeting fury with a cold heat as she wielded the weapon like it was nothing more than a plank of wood.
@KoL@Mega Birb
@Flamelord Hey would you mind if I gave your Amazon a name? I was gonna have Zyata yell a heads up to her over Sliske's attack at Tartys.
Go for it. I'm not that attached to her.
Though Tatiana may brag about her abilities, and though she may be a supersoldier from a transhumanist love letter, she is nonetheless human and does need to breathe.
Does this mean she doesn't get to explain how she's without sin?
Does this mean she doesn't get to explain how she's without sin?
It was her turn now, and Jess could tell that it was going to be difficult following on the heels of that introduction. She would just have to do her best to win some notice for now. It was just the intro after all, so it wasn't like it would determine the outcome of this tournament at all. She would not let herself get psyched out by the crowd.
Stepping on to stage, she moved with quick steps towards the center of the stage, facing the still rambunctious audience. She gave them a few seconds between herself and the previous contestant as she put on her best smile. She could do this, she could do this. Just try to forget, even with the pull nagging at her brain of her own inferiority compared to everyone else. This was just a hobby for her, and she was lucky to have people who liked her. And still, here she was.
Yet she didn't speak first, instead bringing up her violin and her bow, letting it speak for her first as she struck a trilling note and played one of the more notable lines from Berlin. It was one that would get people tapping their feet, the urge to dance, and she let that linger for a few moments. Perhaps it would draw some attention away, or simply sate the crowd so they were not too hostile to her.
Lowering her violin, she smoothly transitioned into speaking as her gaze swept the stadium. "Is everyone ready to have a good time? It's a privilege to be here today with all these other talented performers, so let's shake the city with our sound!"
With that she stepped back, picking a cross more to the side and away from the spotlight. Though she would convince herself that it was merely because all the good spots had been taken already by those who came before her.
@medalliah@TalijaKey@KimmiNinja@Polaris North@Pudding
Stepping on to stage, she moved with quick steps towards the center of the stage, facing the still rambunctious audience. She gave them a few seconds between herself and the previous contestant as she put on her best smile. She could do this, she could do this. Just try to forget, even with the pull nagging at her brain of her own inferiority compared to everyone else. This was just a hobby for her, and she was lucky to have people who liked her. And still, here she was.
Yet she didn't speak first, instead bringing up her violin and her bow, letting it speak for her first as she struck a trilling note and played one of the more notable lines from Berlin. It was one that would get people tapping their feet, the urge to dance, and she let that linger for a few moments. Perhaps it would draw some attention away, or simply sate the crowd so they were not too hostile to her.
Lowering her violin, she smoothly transitioned into speaking as her gaze swept the stadium. "Is everyone ready to have a good time? It's a privilege to be here today with all these other talented performers, so let's shake the city with our sound!"
With that she stepped back, picking a cross more to the side and away from the spotlight. Though she would convince herself that it was merely because all the good spots had been taken already by those who came before her.
@medalliah@TalijaKey@KimmiNinja@Polaris North@Pudding
Definitely still interested.
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