Iris sighed, knowing full well that if Tat had attempted to have the Unity disbanded then the Unity could simply retreat to their ships and jump to another habitable planet, leaving this planet without any conventional planetary protection. However, the unity could not say it was not grateful for everything Tat had done for them.
The Unity would like to remind you we are of different departments and that we could leave any time. Nevertheless, we are still grateful for everything you have done for us.
Even as she relayed that message to Tat, the vessel landed and Iris stepped out, heading into the archive and gaining entrance easily with her status as a council member. Heading towards the mythology section, the coalescent waited for the head of magic.
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Iris shook her head. "No, we do not believe there is anything else to discuss. However the Head of Psionics is asking for a meeting with the Unity at the moment. The Unity will ensure that it will give you a full report of what is discussed if necessary. We thank you for your time and patience, leader Hiro."
And with that, Iris bowed and departed. Behind her, in a landing pad a herald envoy vessel, the Advent's main diplomatic and ambassadorial vessel now primarily used for the transport of high ranking members of the advent touched down and opened it's bay for Iris to enter. Boarding the vessel, the Herald envoy vessel lifted off and headed towards the grand archives.
...the unity will answer your request for a meeting. Iris responded to Tat. However, the unity hopes that the matter of discussion is serious enough to warrant such an important tone.
And with that, Iris bowed and departed. Behind her, in a landing pad a herald envoy vessel, the Advent's main diplomatic and ambassadorial vessel now primarily used for the transport of high ranking members of the advent touched down and opened it's bay for Iris to enter. Boarding the vessel, the Herald envoy vessel lifted off and headed towards the grand archives.
...the unity will answer your request for a meeting. Iris responded to Tat. However, the unity hopes that the matter of discussion is serious enough to warrant such an important tone.
arowne97 said
A sane Lancelot wouldn't be very good for any of the characters, considering that he was the greatest Knight of the Round Table. And the Mad Enhacement doesn't exactly make him less deadly. Along with his Knight of Honor and For Someone's Glory, he's pretty deadly. And, if he was sane, he'd be able to use his For Someone's Glory freely to change his appearance.
Yeah, it didn't make Lancelot any worse. However, it did nerf his successor, Herc, in that it locked away his ability to use the Noble Phantasm Nine Lives. And Lancelot changed into anyone he wanted anyways (Et tu, Rider?)
In any case, due to the all encompassing nature of what I'm about to do next I'm gonna wait for more people to post, including our Co-GM, before I post.
arowne97 said
well, this is the Lancelot berserker we're talking about so.....
I know. I was talking exactly about Lancelot Berserker.
thewizardguy said
If he traded away his sanity.... doesn't that make him insane?.....Oh and I really don't think Gilgamesh is going to have enough time to focus solely on Berserker.
Berserkers are a servant class who trade away their sanity through a skill called "Mad Enhancement". It is a skill that lets them gain various stat boosts in exchange for their sanity, and sometimes depending on the severity of that sanity loss they may lose the ability to use noble phantasms. However, Mad Enhancement can be turned on and off through mutual agreement of both master and servant.
...BUT seeing as we're lacking a certain reporter turned worm host turned half baked magus turned man who strangled the girl he loved into insanity turned dead tragic figure of a master, I don't think we'll be seeing sane Lancelot anytime soon.
Also I'll be slowing down the posting because there are other people in the scene who may want to either flee, help or hinder Gilgamesh or Stein. Sorry about that, everyone, but I'll remember to pace myself now.
"Humph." Gilgamesh smirked even in the face of a man who held absolute confidence that he could defeat him despite the fact that he not only knew who he was but what he was capable of. If anything, it was interesting.
It was also, however, greatly insulting.
A most interesting man. It was simply a pity his main source of amusement came from insults. Even as Stein talked of how he was insulted that Gilgamesh would choose such a weapon Gilgamesh did two things:
First, Gilgamesh disagreed. Stein was nothing but a rabid monster, a sinner to be put to justice at the hands of a superior. What better weapon would there to be than Kazikli Bey? A fitting blow to justice?
Second, Gilgamesh activated his next move.
Kazikli Bey: The Lord of Execution.
The Throne of Heroes was, in essence, extremely random. It could do things on whims. It could create multiple versions of the same hero, each one diverse enough to be it's own human population. Who knew? There could very well be a pint sized child Gilgamesh who didn't go around calling everyone around him mongrel. Gilgamesh shuddered at the thought previously, but now was not the time.
Kazikli Bey: The Lord of Execution demanded that the user be the marked ruler of the land; his own territory. However, that was a limitation that only applied to it's use by it's future owner, Vlad the Lord Impaler. For Gilgamesh, the first king of this earth, everything was his territory, and therefore no such limitation technically existed.
He had full mastery of over a 500 meter radius.
At first glance, it seemed like Gilgamesh was only doing a repeat of the Fortress of Impalement. However, that was not the case. This time, each lance that came through the ground was deliberate, guided by the king himself. Five lances appeared in the ground above him, cutting off the arms from the bodies of the assistants and ending what little threat they remained to Gilgamesh. Over 19, 995 lances appeared on and in the area around Stein, with two purposes:
Kill him.
Entrap him.
In such a room, there would be little to no method of escape. With each five or ten lances, Stein would either be pushed back into a corner or risk impalement and death.
As he did so, Gilgamesh jumped back even as the mad dog bumrushed him with a leftover spear from the first Kazikli Bey. As he gazed upon the mad dog, Gilgamesh nearly faulted mid-jump.
Berserker. That mad dog. The beast that dared shot down his treasure.
It was no matter. Once in the air, Gilgamesh opened the Gate of Babylon and began launching noble phantasm after noble phantasm at Berserker. Normally, he would pour out much more, but there were two problems.
First, it might end up killing the innocent mongrels of the area.
Second, Gilgamesh was still preparing something.
It was also, however, greatly insulting.
A most interesting man. It was simply a pity his main source of amusement came from insults. Even as Stein talked of how he was insulted that Gilgamesh would choose such a weapon Gilgamesh did two things:
First, Gilgamesh disagreed. Stein was nothing but a rabid monster, a sinner to be put to justice at the hands of a superior. What better weapon would there to be than Kazikli Bey? A fitting blow to justice?
Second, Gilgamesh activated his next move.
Kazikli Bey: The Lord of Execution.
The Throne of Heroes was, in essence, extremely random. It could do things on whims. It could create multiple versions of the same hero, each one diverse enough to be it's own human population. Who knew? There could very well be a pint sized child Gilgamesh who didn't go around calling everyone around him mongrel. Gilgamesh shuddered at the thought previously, but now was not the time.
Kazikli Bey: The Lord of Execution demanded that the user be the marked ruler of the land; his own territory. However, that was a limitation that only applied to it's use by it's future owner, Vlad the Lord Impaler. For Gilgamesh, the first king of this earth, everything was his territory, and therefore no such limitation technically existed.
He had full mastery of over a 500 meter radius.
At first glance, it seemed like Gilgamesh was only doing a repeat of the Fortress of Impalement. However, that was not the case. This time, each lance that came through the ground was deliberate, guided by the king himself. Five lances appeared in the ground above him, cutting off the arms from the bodies of the assistants and ending what little threat they remained to Gilgamesh. Over 19, 995 lances appeared on and in the area around Stein, with two purposes:
Kill him.
Entrap him.
In such a room, there would be little to no method of escape. With each five or ten lances, Stein would either be pushed back into a corner or risk impalement and death.
As he did so, Gilgamesh jumped back even as the mad dog bumrushed him with a leftover spear from the first Kazikli Bey. As he gazed upon the mad dog, Gilgamesh nearly faulted mid-jump.
Berserker. That mad dog. The beast that dared shot down his treasure.
It was no matter. Once in the air, Gilgamesh opened the Gate of Babylon and began launching noble phantasm after noble phantasm at Berserker. Normally, he would pour out much more, but there were two problems.
First, it might end up killing the innocent mongrels of the area.
Second, Gilgamesh was still preparing something.
Oh, and arowne97
Just to warn you, I have it on good authority that word of god (nasu himself) has stated that Berserker can not surivive Gilgamesh's GoB barrage if Gil launches more than 34 weapons at a time.
Just to warn you, I have it on good authority that word of god (nasu himself) has stated that Berserker can not surivive Gilgamesh's GoB barrage if Gil launches more than 34 weapons at a time.
Gilgamesh smirked. Did the fool really think it would be easy? From the moment the King had been ready to appear, the Gate of Babylon was active. Of course it was. It was the very essence of Gilgamesh.
And as Stein revealed the trap he had set up to hopefully make this battle quick, Gilgamesh smirked. Even as the mad dog revealed his preparations to set the stage of the battle, Gilgamesh made the first move.
"Fortress of Impalement: Kazikli Bey!"
It would be understandable if one mistook it for a version of the Gate of Babylon that appeared from the ground. However, that was not the case. Kazikli Bey was the Anti-Army Noble Phantasm of Vlad III the impaler - the man who would later become infamous of Dracula. As Vlad the third reigned, he became infamous for his zeal and cruelty in the name of protecting his land, Wallachia. Vlad the third was infamous for leaving entire fields of impaled bodies; a horrendous sight that would frighten any who would wish to do Wallachia harm, from both inside and from abroad.
Kazikli Bey was the embodiment of that. With it's normal shape being a lance, it was a recreation of the field on which thousands upon thousands of Vlad the Impaler's enemies lay dead. Even as Gilgamesh activated the Noble Phantasm, spears and polearms of various sizes appeared upon the battlefield from the ground, impaling those who threatened the King of Heroes, although Gilgamesh recognized the others as innocent and therefore ensured that the weapons would not strike them. The assistants did not even have the opportunity to drop dead, each impaled from their hip all the way through their mouth with the weapon that impaled them keeping their corpse upright. All five of them fell prey to the noble phantasm, their weapons which Stein gloated could slay even the King of heroes clattering harmlessly onto the floor before Gilgamesh crushed them with his feet.
As for Stein himself, the greatest spear, reserved for the greatest sinner pierced him, and this is where Gilgamesh made his only physical exertion, flinging the original Kazikli Bey at the mad scientist turned god killer. The spear would pierce the trapped doctor, and it's main power would activate.
Kazikli Bey was the weapon of Vlad the Impaler. No matter what people said about him, no matter what monster his legend devolved into, no matter what kind of beast Dracula was, Vlad the third was still a man who, at his very core, loved his country and was willing to punish all who attempted to harm it with justice. Kazikli Bey's main effect as a noble phantasm activated while it was imbedded in Stein:
"A Fitting Blow to Justice."
Vlad the Impaler loved justice, and his noble phantasm demonstrated that. As such, the damage that one received from the main brunt of the Noble Phantasm would be proportional to sins of immorality and depravity one's soul had committed, and it was as such that Stein would receive, in turn, pain searing into his very mind and soul equivalent to every single piece of harm, every single sin he had committed. The mind wave of fear would not help Stein now, not when the pain and death that the fear itself feared was about to be brought upon him. Who knows? Perhaps the impalement would be enough to kill Stein? Perhaps his soul would be irreparably damaged? Perhaps Stein's physical brain would just simply shut down from all the pain it was being told to endure? Who knows.
And as Stein revealed the trap he had set up to hopefully make this battle quick, Gilgamesh smirked. Even as the mad dog revealed his preparations to set the stage of the battle, Gilgamesh made the first move.
"Fortress of Impalement: Kazikli Bey!"
It would be understandable if one mistook it for a version of the Gate of Babylon that appeared from the ground. However, that was not the case. Kazikli Bey was the Anti-Army Noble Phantasm of Vlad III the impaler - the man who would later become infamous of Dracula. As Vlad the third reigned, he became infamous for his zeal and cruelty in the name of protecting his land, Wallachia. Vlad the third was infamous for leaving entire fields of impaled bodies; a horrendous sight that would frighten any who would wish to do Wallachia harm, from both inside and from abroad.
Kazikli Bey was the embodiment of that. With it's normal shape being a lance, it was a recreation of the field on which thousands upon thousands of Vlad the Impaler's enemies lay dead. Even as Gilgamesh activated the Noble Phantasm, spears and polearms of various sizes appeared upon the battlefield from the ground, impaling those who threatened the King of Heroes, although Gilgamesh recognized the others as innocent and therefore ensured that the weapons would not strike them. The assistants did not even have the opportunity to drop dead, each impaled from their hip all the way through their mouth with the weapon that impaled them keeping their corpse upright. All five of them fell prey to the noble phantasm, their weapons which Stein gloated could slay even the King of heroes clattering harmlessly onto the floor before Gilgamesh crushed them with his feet.
As for Stein himself, the greatest spear, reserved for the greatest sinner pierced him, and this is where Gilgamesh made his only physical exertion, flinging the original Kazikli Bey at the mad scientist turned god killer. The spear would pierce the trapped doctor, and it's main power would activate.
Kazikli Bey was the weapon of Vlad the Impaler. No matter what people said about him, no matter what monster his legend devolved into, no matter what kind of beast Dracula was, Vlad the third was still a man who, at his very core, loved his country and was willing to punish all who attempted to harm it with justice. Kazikli Bey's main effect as a noble phantasm activated while it was imbedded in Stein:
"A Fitting Blow to Justice."
Vlad the Impaler loved justice, and his noble phantasm demonstrated that. As such, the damage that one received from the main brunt of the Noble Phantasm would be proportional to sins of immorality and depravity one's soul had committed, and it was as such that Stein would receive, in turn, pain searing into his very mind and soul equivalent to every single piece of harm, every single sin he had committed. The mind wave of fear would not help Stein now, not when the pain and death that the fear itself feared was about to be brought upon him. Who knows? Perhaps the impalement would be enough to kill Stein? Perhaps his soul would be irreparably damaged? Perhaps Stein's physical brain would just simply shut down from all the pain it was being told to endure? Who knows.
...No good. He was already bored.
Gilgamesh had hoped for fighting. He had hoped for mongrels tearing at each other. Instead, what he was seeing was... by the crumbling tower of babel, was that patch up job trying to use psychological warfare on the black haired girl? That Frankenstein wasn't going to fight directly? Who did he think he was, thinking he had the right to attempt a mongrel's psychological attack like that?
Clutching his head, the King of heroes sighed, admitting that he had been a bit of a fool to even think these mongrels could entertain him on his own. They were not like the mad dog that hat surprisingly struck him - they were foolish. Hopping off of the branch Gilgamesh had been using as a platform and watching from, the King of Heroes undid his dematerialization, revealing himself to the rest of the plebians who would now catch sight of him. Walking silently towards Stein, Gilgamesh stopped a bit short and placed a comforting if still not golden gauntlet wearing hand on Blake's shoulder.
"Good. Good, plebian." The king... complmented? Well, it was probably the closest he could get... yes, the king made the closest thing to a compliment he could make to the faunus. "Do not dare fall for the thing's psychological pettiness. You are my subject. It is unsightly to do so."
It wasn't exactly the comforting, rallying speech that a king would normally give his men, nor did Blake probably even have any consciousness of Gilgamesh being her King, what with her probably never having even heard of him and all, but there was little other way for the most arrogant chaotic good king of all time to express himself. The girl should be thankful the king didn't snub her completely and directly confront the little patch up job that was bringing in bad mental images to her.
Speaking of the little patch up job...
Raising his head from the little Faunus girl, Gilgamesh turned to Stein and sighed. "I had hoped that you had more exciting things planned then psychological make-believe." he said with great disdain. "But such expressions of disappointment are wasted on you, are they not? After all, you are insane. You are raving, you are incoherent, you are a mad barking hound who takes it's only joy in finding those weaker than it and making them suffer. And above all, you are a mad barking hound just waiting to be put down."
Gilgamesh had hoped for fighting. He had hoped for mongrels tearing at each other. Instead, what he was seeing was... by the crumbling tower of babel, was that patch up job trying to use psychological warfare on the black haired girl? That Frankenstein wasn't going to fight directly? Who did he think he was, thinking he had the right to attempt a mongrel's psychological attack like that?
Clutching his head, the King of heroes sighed, admitting that he had been a bit of a fool to even think these mongrels could entertain him on his own. They were not like the mad dog that hat surprisingly struck him - they were foolish. Hopping off of the branch Gilgamesh had been using as a platform and watching from, the King of Heroes undid his dematerialization, revealing himself to the rest of the plebians who would now catch sight of him. Walking silently towards Stein, Gilgamesh stopped a bit short and placed a comforting if still not golden gauntlet wearing hand on Blake's shoulder.
"Good. Good, plebian." The king... complmented? Well, it was probably the closest he could get... yes, the king made the closest thing to a compliment he could make to the faunus. "Do not dare fall for the thing's psychological pettiness. You are my subject. It is unsightly to do so."
It wasn't exactly the comforting, rallying speech that a king would normally give his men, nor did Blake probably even have any consciousness of Gilgamesh being her King, what with her probably never having even heard of him and all, but there was little other way for the most arrogant chaotic good king of all time to express himself. The girl should be thankful the king didn't snub her completely and directly confront the little patch up job that was bringing in bad mental images to her.
Speaking of the little patch up job...
Raising his head from the little Faunus girl, Gilgamesh turned to Stein and sighed. "I had hoped that you had more exciting things planned then psychological make-believe." he said with great disdain. "But such expressions of disappointment are wasted on you, are they not? After all, you are insane. You are raving, you are incoherent, you are a mad barking hound who takes it's only joy in finding those weaker than it and making them suffer. And above all, you are a mad barking hound just waiting to be put down."
The Mongrel was not just a mongrel - she also had masochistic habits befitting of such a mongrel. How fitting.
Gilgamesh had considered this day rather interesting. He had been confronted with a great source of power, had been taken to a world which sought to sabotage him by it's very nature, had battled a mongrel who had barked harder than he initially believed she would bite and had been confronted with a force that looked like Enkidu.
However, from their battle, their confrontation in which Gilgamesh tested the waters, he had come to one conclusion:
It was not Enkidu.
No matter how much he had hoped it was so, it was not Enkidu, but a force of nature that was similar in appearance. Gilgamesh would admit that there was a glimmer of hope, and that was why he had given him that much freedom. But the illusion was no gone - the force of nature Gilgamesh had battled was not Enkidu. It was something else entirely. What it was, Gilgamesh did not know nor did he particularly care. It was not Enkidu.
Having been dropped off at a forest, Gilgamesh could not help but give a small smirk. It seemed like today was just full of surprises. Surprises were good - they kept him from becoming bored. However, his amusement quickly turned to displeasure when he recognized one of the presences he had been put near. Namely, the mongrel who constantly rose up to bite harder than he expected her to.
Entering a spiritual form to completely erase his presence from the physical world, Gilgamesh headed towards the source of the presence and came across what was definitely a gathering of mongrels. From what he observed, the mongrels were about to fight. Some of them had weapons drawn and were attempting to make meagre insults at each other.
Good.
Fight.
Entertain the King.
If they could not do so; if one sided turned out to dominate the other, then the King himself would interfere. After all, he had to extract some modicum of entertainment, did he not?
Gilgamesh had considered this day rather interesting. He had been confronted with a great source of power, had been taken to a world which sought to sabotage him by it's very nature, had battled a mongrel who had barked harder than he initially believed she would bite and had been confronted with a force that looked like Enkidu.
However, from their battle, their confrontation in which Gilgamesh tested the waters, he had come to one conclusion:
It was not Enkidu.
No matter how much he had hoped it was so, it was not Enkidu, but a force of nature that was similar in appearance. Gilgamesh would admit that there was a glimmer of hope, and that was why he had given him that much freedom. But the illusion was no gone - the force of nature Gilgamesh had battled was not Enkidu. It was something else entirely. What it was, Gilgamesh did not know nor did he particularly care. It was not Enkidu.
Having been dropped off at a forest, Gilgamesh could not help but give a small smirk. It seemed like today was just full of surprises. Surprises were good - they kept him from becoming bored. However, his amusement quickly turned to displeasure when he recognized one of the presences he had been put near. Namely, the mongrel who constantly rose up to bite harder than he expected her to.
Entering a spiritual form to completely erase his presence from the physical world, Gilgamesh headed towards the source of the presence and came across what was definitely a gathering of mongrels. From what he observed, the mongrels were about to fight. Some of them had weapons drawn and were attempting to make meagre insults at each other.
Good.
Fight.
Entertain the King.
If they could not do so; if one sided turned out to dominate the other, then the King himself would interfere. After all, he had to extract some modicum of entertainment, did he not?
thewizardguy said
This made me laugh so much XDI remember quite specifically putting a warning next to Mia and Stein's characters that they will screw people over. It was not undue.Awwww you know me too well. Don't worry, the pscho due isn't going to do much..... personally.
Welp, time to give those poor shmucks a hand. Maybe. Perhaps. If the King of Heroes feels like it.
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