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When Smoke Filled the Skies (A Diseal/Steampunk styled Nation Roleplay)

That little island on the north of the map, is it claimed? If not; that's where I'll be building my charming island paradise.

Edit: North east, that is.

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

Again, posting in the OOC of the combat thread is not only practical, but something I encourage.

My character has the ability to not be affected by a singular loud noise coming from the explosion going off at a distance big enough to not cause physical harm upon his body, yes. At tier 5, eardrums can take that shit. Else we'd all be running around with protective earplugs, lest we go deaf when we fire our own guns at 120++ decibel.

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

@Melonhead - Noted. Fuchsia can still hear you coming, his actions will be the same. I'll edit in the smoke.

For future reference; It will be easier for me to spot your OOC posts if you post it in the combat thread.

Edit: Le done.

NoW Rnd 2: The Shore

The rocket propelled on forward, exploding not long before meeting it's intended target. Had it hit something else? It looked like the spider had been holding something in one of it's hands. The rocket didn't leave much of a crater, as it never really hit the ground. Fuchsia was safely out of it's blast radius, his noteworthy running speed driving him away his original firing position. The explosion tore some of the surrounding dirt and snow apart, primarily in a cone at it's front, scouring the surrounding area with shit. A collection of smoke had shot out around the explosion, and was somewhat preventing the demon child from getting a clear look at the damage he may or may not have caused. He couldn't see any silhouette. No way. Had that done the deed? Had he won so easily? Fucking hell, what a let do-.. Oh wait, there he was.

As Fuchsia continued to run backwards, aiming to get some distance between himself and the monster, his eyes located his hidden foe. The bug rushed out of the smoke cloud, and came at him in what he reasoned to be an attempt at a frontal sneak attack. Silly, really. Everyone and their demonic grandmother knew that sneak attacks only worked from behind. Fuchsia was unable to see the bug itself clearly with his eyes, but the sand and snow being kicked up by it's forward movement, and the slight movement in the smoke cloud as it passed it at high velocity was a dead give-away. Like in that one movie about the German muscle guy fighting against an alien hunter in a jungle, the spider had some kind of semi-invisibility cloaking ability. Would never have seen it if not for the dirt-kicking straight-forward nature of it's approach.

It had a formidable speed. Faster than Fuchsia, able to catch up to him in four, maybe five seconds. He reckoned he would have been as fast, if not faster, if he too had ran around with that many legs. Note to self; Get biological enhancements. He wasn't overly fond of the idea of going up close and personal with a multi-limbed opponent, and felt he should get out of the way before it came close enough to hit him with it's arms or something. No biggie. He took the liberty of firing another shot towards the faint outline of the approaching creature while the distance was still safe, before bending his knees forward and kicking loose. "YOUR MOTHER IS SO UGLY, SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE HER BABY!" The Hellzooka went - Fuchsia launched himself far up into the air, his massive strength easily hurling him more or less a distance of 30ft upwards. Avoiding the Archivist's attack before he got close enough to perform it. All while firing his Hellzooka downwards in a spread burst. Intent on blasting the area the Arachnid was at into oblivion. If the spider started moving around to avoid the rockets, he would spot it, and adjust his aim accordingly before continue firing. Unless it was by jumping towards his currently airborne position, of course.

"HEARD YOU GOT BANISHED BY DRIDERS FOR BEING TOO UGLY!"

"EIGHT LEGS!? SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR EIGHT HEADS!"

"HALF MAN, HALF SPIDER? I'D RATHER SEE THE HALF SPIDER, HALF MAN!"

"YOU'RE NOT A REAL NINJA!"

"APPLE CALLED, THEY WANT THEIR IP BACK!"

When Smoke Filled the Skies (A Diseal/Steampunk styled Nation Roleplay)

If it´s too much trouble, and you guys have room to spare; mind me joining? Is there any desert areas vacant?

NoW Rnd 2: The Shore

An arachnid of terrifying stature. Many a child would have fainted with fear just by setting their eyes upon him. Fuchsia was not such a child. Fuchsia had a Hellzooka.

As the bug approached, it became evident that it lacked the proper etiquette to converse with him. It was either rude, or lacking the ability to speak verbally, due to either a minimal level of intelligence, or a physical impediment in the face. Fuchsia took one glance at the creature´s facial features, and assumed the latter. The spider came ever closer, scuttling on it´s many legs like a multi-limbed monkey with an erection. The demon child allowed it´s approach. What sound would it make if he stepped on it again? He wondered. Did it have bones? Oh Satan, please let it have bones. The sweet nurturing sound of grinding it to dust was pure nostalgia to Fuchsia, his mind drifting to the days when he was but a little runt, his spawn breeder playing the sweet melodies of torture. Investing physical impediments upon an unfortunate visitor. A lovely childhood, and it was far from over.

He pondered. When he grew up, big and strong like his asshole father, whoever the fuck that was, would he be menacing? He licked his lips. Would he be strong? Brutal? The biggest there ever was? Would he be scary!? Frightening!? The embodiment of fear!? Would he be cunning? Deceiving? A craftsman of lies?.. Would he..- He shivered. Drooling, his saliva mixed with the blood and made the ground filthy.

"I will be death." He muttered, and flipped his Hellzooka sideways, his hand clenching the handle, finger twitching the trigger. As it spun, the weapon awoke. The skull adorning the front of the barrel opened it´s jaws wide open, fiery eyes glistening with hatred and malice. Towards the spider it was turned. -Click- The trigger sang, Fuchsia dashed backwards. Creating distance between himself and the arachnid. It was a sound strategy, at least until the monstrosity revealed whatever tricks it had up it´s non-existing sleeves, if any.

"LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE SKIPPED OUT ON ARM DAY!" - The Hellzooka shouted, mockingly. A single rocket came screaming out as Fuchsia started moving, it´s face shaking back and forth in agony. Oh the humanity.

NoW Rnd 2: The Shore

A stomp to the ground, and a headbutt crashing into.. well, nothing. The still-raging Fuchsia found himself in a completely different environment. His wounds were healed, his spent hellnade had been replaced, and the Hellzooka he so clumsily hurled into the void, was planking across his folded arms like a dead hooker on a Monday morning. He was shaking, his body was far from used to being completely rejuvenated in the middle of an adrenaline rush. The sudden absence of the adrenalin was a previously unfelt sensation. There was now a void in his cruel heart. It was as if he had lost a lover, a friend, something of great value. Was he in love? In love with the maddening rush that had taken hold of him so violently. Why was it gone!? How could it abandon him like this? He bit his lip. His eyes narrowed. A small line of blood fled his maw, and fell apart upon hitting the ground. Eyes darted around, first now did he care to deduce his location, and the reason for him being on it.

There was a lake, stretching far into the distance, surrounded by a cold wintery landscape. Nothing new there, Fuchsia figured he should have brought a warmer coat. Not that he would have easily found one in his natural climate, it was after all, fucking hot. The mesmerizing water was mirroring the weirdly pink hued sky. It matched Fuchsia's pink t-shirt neatly, complimented further by his black shirt and pants. Fashion. Why was he here? He wondered. It took him a few moments to come up with an informed and logical answer. He had obviously headbutted Tomaru so hard in his previous fight, that time and space itself had collapsed around them and created an alternate reality. A reality where he was not injured, and in which he was placed in a completely different environment. Perhaps..! Yes!

His eyes locked upon the form of a spidery monstrosity across the lake. Only now did he notice the creature. It confirmed his suspicions. Since his fight with Tomaru came into existence after he had stepped on an unseen opponent in his previous fight, he reasoned that in this reality, the very same creature that he had squished, was of far greater size. In this reality, the bug was yet undefeated, and more formidable than in his own. He had, in other words, crossed realities in such a manner that he was now back in round one. So he would have to meet an alternate version of Tomaru in the next round, once he vanquished the bug. What a drag.

He shouted across the lake. "Bug! I squished you once already, why don't you give up now and spare me the effort? I'd rather kill me another swordsman!"

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

Yolo.

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

Alright. Figured, but it's always good to be on the safe side :)

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

Quick technical question. At the end of my previous battle, my character hurled his weapon into the void. Does it return to him before/in the next battle?