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KHR! | The Enduring Flame

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KHR! | The Enduring Flame

Grrrrr

@Kitsune

I can edit my post so that Hide talks to Yuki instead.

W&T: FT RP!

Edit: Whoops wrong RP lol.

KHR! | The Enduring Flame

"Hey guys!" Hideaki cheerfully greeted the athletic Russian and the blond-haired mafia boss. He wasn't too surprised Asuka had managed to rope in an underclassman with some underhanded scheme. At least the two workers would be tolerable. He could respect Volkov-chan's abilities. From what he heard, she went around testing all the clubs, not just his own. She also wasn't a rowdy fangirl, so she had that going for her as well. On the other hand, there was Yuuki-kun. He didn't hear much on his end, other than his fights with the resident Disciplinary Wannabe. He could hold his own though, which was good. The archer resumed his work after explaining the necessary processes, and was finishing off a batch when a certain phrase was said.

'Do you think this is a fucking game you impertinent little girl? Me and that fox? How sickening. Just the thought leaves the taste of shit in my mouth.'

Someone was a little bit salty after that date comment, it seemed. "...No," the archer said firmly but politely, having halted in the midst of his snack food assembly, "This is not a double date scenario, no." With that said simply, he resumed creating rice balls as if he wasn't practically fuming with annoyance on the inside. He did a perfect job of it, at least, with the only outward change being that he was now assembling rice balls at a much faster pace. They were still characteristically precise, however. He picked up his batch and moved it back over to restock the front of the stall. "Here you go, Argento-chan," he said, glancing at the other half of the mask trade. Going for a fox mask, what a surprise.

On his return from his station, Hideaki stopped by the post of the young blond-haired student. "So what'd the president do to get you roped up in this?" he asked casually.

A Certain Chaotic Academy

Sasaki Kirima - Relapse Part One

As he was thrust into the ground like nothing more than a mad dog to be put down, the tall student couldn't help but feel a warped sense of complacency. It was like he wasn't entirely there. As if it were all just some surreal situation and he was just watching the events unfold from the outside, detached from his mortal body and helpless to stop anything even if he wanted to. There was no resistance, just the familiar feeling of his body being subject to pain designed to incapacitate mundane men with fragile constitutions. It hurt, but it far from crippling.

Sasaki's lips curled into a small, grim smile as his body was dragged into a storage room and isolated from the outside, from his friends and allies. With every fiber of his being, he desperately hoped that they'd all come out of it unscathed, that the price for his mistake wouldn't be paid by his friends.

Sasaki was pushed into the center of a circle, four armed terrorists encircling him like vultures while the other four stood away, like their own little island of evil. The storage room smelt of decayed flesh stuffed in a pantry, but moreso the decomposing tissue now that he was in an enclosed space fenced in by assailants. The smell didn't help much with the headache he'd received from the anarchist beforehand. The room itself was sparesly decorated, shelves lining the walls, themselves lined with all the usual materials one would expect a cafe to stock. The titan's stomach growled. 'Thinking about food at a time like this,' Sasaki thought, 'How pathetic of me.'

The Iron Giant lay crumpled on the cold storage room floor, like a puppet with cut strings. Though his powerful frame took the free blows nicely, his joints still ached and his arms were dislocated by the precision strikes of these terrorists. His two arms hung uselessly at his sides as he counted down the long seconds, paying close attention to the sounds of the outside. There were no gunshots or screaming, that was a good sign at least. He could take solace in that fact. Even so, Sasaki couldn't help but feel surrounded by a bitter sense of despondency. '...What are you doing, Sasaki? Clinging desperately to an absence of noise like it means anything? Thinking naive bullshit like 'everything will be okay so long as I don't know for sure that they're dead'? How pitiful. It's just an excuse. Another shitty justification to wash your hands clean of guilt.'

'That's right. In the end, I'm just leaving them behind again.'

Sasaki's empty eyes began flickering to life, his thoughts permeating his very being like some kind of warped rationalization. 'I want to save them, right? Why am I doing this? Why am I allowing this to happen? Why am I keeping everything under wraps? For justice? Without my strength I can't save a single soul, help a single person. For those I turned my back on? The dead cannot forgive the living; they don't care what happens. For the sake of my newfound friends? Hah. Admit it to yourself. You're afraid of loss. You're afraid, so you're denying who you are so you can pretend that it's all okay. You're ust playing around. Playing at fighting. Playing at friendship. Playing at youth. You're just using them. They're your excuse.'

'In the end you haven't changed one bit, have you?'

The giant's mouth was a firm line, eyes directed at the ground, staring holes into the tiling.

'...Am I really happy with the way I'm living?'

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . .

...No.

He hated it.

He hated it from the bottom of his heart.

He hated his strength. He hated how he was a two-faced monster who couldn't do anything but hurt, rend, and destroy. He hated how no matter how hard he tried he could only just keep it all from boiling over, from turning everyone away from him. But more than that, he hated having to smile when he was unhappy. He hated how he had to lie to his friends, how they were just one misstep from disappearing forever. He hated the way he was living. He hated it a lot, but he wouldn't live like that. He couldn't live like that. Not anymore.

'That's right, there were only two ways this was ever going to end.'

Sasaki lifted his head, eyes scanning the room. There were eight of targets in total, four roughly three meters in front of him, and four in his immediate vicinity. Of them, six of which were equipped with assault rifles. Kalashnikov's, of course. Why was he even surprised? His gaze fell upon the rocket launcher brandished by a Clown in the further off group and moved to the one with the revolver. Those two would be his main targets; nobody walks around with a gun like that unless there's a trick, and a rocket launcher fired incorrectly at this range would bring the entire damn building down. He tensed his legs and rotated his pelvis. Good, even with the wounds he could still run.

Glass shattered elsewhere in the building as Sasaki heard what vaguely sounded like some kind of shounen pre-combat one-liner. But that was his chance, their attention was broken. This battle would be decided in the next second.

Not even bothering to stand completely, the oni kicked off from the ground, a sizeable crack left in his wake. His aimed at the launcher-wielding terrorist, having made it about two meters in when his foes regained their senses. The sound of gunfire filled the storage room, but was rendered silent as Sasaki altered his charge to avoid the incoming rocket, the gunslingers attempting to get away from the resulting blast zone. As the explosion rippled through the area, sending dust, debris, and a single enemy flying everywhere, Sasaki slammed his shoulder into the now-unarmed heavy weapon user and then into the wall behind him. There was a loud CRACK! as the Clown's spine shattered on impact with the cracking wall, the reactive force driving Sasaki's humerus back into his rotator cuff. He rotated his shoulder experimentally under the cover of dust. It hurt, but it would do. Now for the oth-

Bullets cut through the dust cloud, sending white-hot pain shooting up Sasaki's body. His dislocated arm had sustained three bullet wounds, his left leg two, and his clothes were torn by bullets he'd avoided by the skin of his teeth. He tossed the body to the side to momentarily distract the gunmen in the confusion, taking cover behind the contents of a fallen shelf. He mentally counted down the shots, throwing a stone or two to incite further waste among their ranks. But the cloud of dust was quickly fading away, rapidly stripping the giant of his concealment.

Sasaki picked up series of stones and threw them like fastballs at the Clowns as he charged, striking at the closest one with spear-like fingers. His forefingers tore into the Clown's ocular tissue like needles through skin. The warm, almost jelly-like constitution crumpled under his fingerd he hooked them along the bottom of his victim's frontal bone to hold up the thrashing, screaming body. A swift knee to the forearm resulted in another loud crack and the clatter of a rifle on the floor. Sasaki slammed the poor bastard headfirst into the ground as his companions finished reloading.

'Three down, five to go.'

KHR! | The Enduring Flame

I'll grease the cogs tonight.

EDIT: Cogs greased.

W&T FT Zero! RP

"Hey friend! Want a hug?"

W&T FT Zero! RP

<Snipped quote by Raijinslayer>

Even if he wanted to, I doubt he would have met and came in contact with Revan in the past. I can't imagine the circumstances which would force those two to meet. Therefore, he has no record of Revan being in his peak form. I guess.

Just passing by here and throwing my two cents ;)

@Vec

That too.

W&T FT Zero! RP

@GreyThat is an interesting, original, and complex as hell magic you have there. . . and it should be kept as far away from Revan as possible, at least the Reversion one. If I'm reading it right, it could basically bring him back to his former demon lord state, if for only a limited amount of time.

@Raijinslayer

Well, he probably wouldn't. That's what one would call a 'dick move', and as we know, dick moves are not nice.

W&T FT Zero! RP

Harun, I'll put him in yhe Char tab when I can work on the Combat Overview.

Meanwhile, have your daily dose of trap.

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Name: Morgan
Nickname: Lionheart, Persistent Bastard, I Was Expecting Someone Taller
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Guild: N/A
Rank: S-Class

Personality: On the surface, Morgan is very much a sociable young knight that he seems to be. He's straightforward and casual, almost to the point of naivete. Unfortunately he doesn't have the whole 'chivalry' thing down just yet, which is something he's working earnestly to change. He has a hard time with the concept of forgive and forget, definitely has some sort of a complex tied to his height and/or his femininity, and lacks quite a bit of the honorable conduct befitting a chevalier. Nevertheless, he possesses the sense of justice befitting a knight errant with the ruthless tenacity to match. But while doing heroic deeds is typically a good thing, he can be rather inconvenient to deal with once he's determined the path he will follow. No matter what, even if there's underlying plots or lies, he will give his all for the sake of saving those before him. Conversely, Morgan has a problem with asking for help himself. The idea of being too weak, too helpless to help himself is utterly abhorrent to the young knight, so he strives to become a 'strong person' who can overcome whatever adversity he faces. In truth, Morgan dislikes the weak, the people he must save, but still cherishes and respects their existence in all its fragility. He always enjoys the opportunity to test his abilities, but only when there are no distractions, no innocents to be caught in the crossfire and an extraordinary enemy stands before him. He rationalizes it as 'if I cannot even match my opponent how can I call myself fit to be a hero?" but it's more likely that he just likes to fight for the sake of the fight.

...But always in the back of his mind, in depths of Morgan's subconscious, is a whisper. A whisper that speaks of egoism, bitterness, and unsentimentality.

History: Once a child lost in the wilderness, Morgan was placed under the care of an aging warrior and his family. Under their tutelage, he learned feats of arms and cultivated the basics of his magical theory whilst living some semblance of a normal life. However, his time in their care was cut short by the destructive inferno that consumed his town. But like a storybook, Morgan was pulled from the wreckage and taken in, albeit reluctantly, by the sage-like passerby that had saved him. Taken in solely for the spark of magical talent he possessed and the fact that a trustworthy guardian would be hard to find. And so, the sage-like figure was saddled to the young squire, who grew up with a powerful wizard who only wanted to walk the earth, make money, and do as one pleased. who hated the politics and bureaucracy of the guilds and the troublesome acts of demons and dark mages, and who had very little liking of people in peril - even if their cries for help would never remain unanswered. It was a rocky relationship at first, full of clashing ideals and false threats of abandonment, but it eventually became earnest-if-vitriolic bond between parent and child, fostered through the thrill of the hunt, the flow of battle, and the feeling of triumphance following a job well done. But years have passed, and now Morgan walks alone in search of justice, in search of glory. And where he goes, a cry for help will surely be answered, always.

Combat Information:

Overview

Magic

Arc of Past Rendering
A Lost Caster Magic that draws upon the user's well of experience to bring forth the past and use it to affect the present.

• Universal Record

  The basis and foundation from which the other spells are derived. A subconscious passive ability that automatically, and independently from standard sensory perception, comprehensively analyzes everything within a radius of fifty meters once every second, records it, and stores it within the user's memory to be drawn upon at will. However, it is incapable of analyzing further than bodily condition, actions taken and magical capacity in regards to sentient, living beings.
  • Memory Link

    A spell that allows the user to comprehensively analyze and record sentient, living beings and their memories, so long as the user is in contact with the target or targets. Furthermore, the user is capable of making their target experience any recorded memories, extract memories with consent, disrupt their procedural memory, and prevent them from remembering anything for a temporary duration. In addition, it allows the user to establish a link with a partner, so long as that person is willing to do so or has done so before, and there is not currently an active link. This link allows the user to passively look into, record and analyze their memories and field of view of their partner, as well the partner themself, and target them with any of the previously mentioned effects no matter their location. On the other hand, the partner is capable of using Arc of Past Rendering spells with approval from the user and is able to access knowledge stored in the record so long as the link is established. Both partners can restrict their own information and memories from the other if they choose, but this does not affect information or memories that both sides already possess.
• Afterimage

  By accessing the information stored within memory, the user is capable of creating a perfect reproduction of any recorded 'item', even those created by magic, so long as the form of the original in the present is different from that of the projected memory. Afterimages are real and possess all the traits and abilities of the original, but those possessing active abilities will shatter after invocation. However, the spell itself is cost-efficient as it is not 'creating' the target, but 'pulling' the target. Additionally, afterimages can be manifested anywhere within his range of the Record and, if not dispelled by the user, will fade after 30 minutes. And though it goes without saying, the afterimages are under the control and possession of the user, and composite objects are considered a single whole for all intents and purposes.
  • Reenactment

    While afterimage is unable to create a true copy of an individual's mind, body and soul, when used on oneself or individuals that have been completely analyzed, it is capable of reproducing an ephemeral copy of the target that repeats the actions taken by the original within a specific time frame, such as throwing a series of punches or shooting a fireball, independent of the original's energy. However, even as the consequences of actions intended by the user are very real, these reenactments are otherwise impervious to interference, though their attacks and such can be blocked, and will vanish once their sequence of actions is completed. Reenactments can only be projected in the exact same location they had occurred or at the same location relative to something present when they had occurred, and are capable of manifesting in the same location already occupied by something else without harm on both ends. Furthermore, reenactments are not materialized possessing external equipment that they had at the time unless the object is either apparel, used in the action, or can otherwise be considered part of the target's body. Currently, up to four reenactments can be deployed at a single time.
• Regression

  A spell that overwrites the present with the past. Upon contact with a target, the user is able to revert it to a previous state within memory. The target appears in the exact same state they were at the time in the same place they were at, or a position relative to something that was there at the time, with, in the case of sentient targets, only the memories they had at the time. Equipped items are also reverted with their users. This spell can only be safely used on the caster once a day due to mental feedback as a result of 'rewriting the Record'.
  • Partial Regression

    Reversion of a sentient target along a single aspect of regression, but cannot affect a target's mnemonic, spiritual, or magical qualities. As a result, it can only alter spatial position and physical condition, but does not require contact with the target: only that the target be within the range of the Record. An inefficient spell that carries the same cost as a normal Regression, but for less of an impact. However, since the user's memory is not lost, it is safe to use on the caster.

Amplification Magic
A magic that's sole purpose is to bring out the potential of a characteristic of a chosen target.

• Details

  By touching an object or a person and infusing it with magical energy, the user is able to temporarily enhance a specific quality (such as the heat of a conjured flame or the cutting ability of a blade), the amount of which limited only by the user's proficiency in this magic and personal choice. The length of enhancement is dependent upon completion of the target's 'purpose'/intended action. Upon fulfilling its purpose, the target either breaks if it is an object or loses all its stamina if it is a person. Additionally, a target needs to possess a quality in the first place before it can be enhanced. As an aside, it can occasionally start unintentionally activating if the user is unfocused, which is troublesome when it breaks something priceless, ancient, or otherwise significant.

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