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The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

He's an upper end Tier 3 character, but as he is he's entirely acceptable. I'll add him to the list.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

On it, give me like five minutes.

The Worth of a Man

That cocky fucking word, 'bunky' whatever it meant it was really starting to make Kanitah's skin crawl. "Well I'm gonna answer two questions, even though you've only asked one." Sarcasm was almost liquid when it passed his out of sync lips. "First of all, I came to your dinky little backwoods rock to buy some of that stuff that you call 'ham' and 'beef' using standard interstellar currency #5. Also known as gold. At least, that was my original plan." The Pundambayan began unbuttoning his shirt, taking care to not break his buttons. That happens all the time, Kanitah has racked up a bill with his tailor just because of how often he breaks buttons.

After he finished he stripped his shirt from his body, revealing grizzly scar patterns across his entire body. Surgical and energy scars, from previous battles and previous medical escapades. "But now, since I saw your little light show in the stratosphere. And since you had the gall to insult me for asking what a man flying at mach two or three was doing, I've got another reason to be on this planet."

His stout frame began to tense up, muscles flexing and convulsing as he began to stretch himself out. Kanitah bent himself backwards, pressing the backs of his hands against eachother in a rather awkward pose. The kind of pose that a bodybuilder would take if he was showing off his muscles to a crowd. "I'm gonna feed you that stupid word that you keep calling me, lightbulb." Kanitah's last sentence was spat with a bitter resentment, this guy's personality had rubbed him the worst possible way when they first met.

To explain, Kanitah is a bit tipsy. And his logic goes somewhere along these lines:
General Freedom was flying at supersonic speeds through the stratosphere of a planet not well known for beings that fly around with bright lights tied to their ass. Despite him not knowing much about Earth, he does know about Humans. And they're not a race of supermen. So when Kanitah asked Freedom why he looked pissed off and was flying around in the Atmosphere, the reaction he was expecting was nowhere near being called the aggressor in this situation. So, being a little drunk and a little angry about his Daughter being missing, Kanitah saw this as a personal affront.

Back to the post at hand.

The stout little man flexed his entire body, throwing his head backwards and peeling his lips apart. "Darligrov!"

With the utterance of that sanctified word, a bright but gentle auburn light erupted from his body and coalesced around him. Wrapping around him like orbiting planets around a solar body, eventually converting into several slightly transluscent rings around his body on every possible surface. "The second answer I'm going to give you is this!"

"If you're wondering about that word of power I mentioned before! Dar Li Grov. It's the word of power, not just a word of power, it is the word of power! It gives me greater strength, speed, and striking force than I would have before! I'm not even going to hide my power from you, I'll tell you now! I, Kanitah Noraha Ayna, am the perfect warrior!" After his over the top speech and posing, Kanitah returned to a normal posture and stretched his neck. Placing one hand on his shoulder to loosen it a bit.

"Now that I've made my introductions, who the hell do you think you are?"

The Worth of a Man

I figured as much, I just wanted to make sure it was stated before a very specific situation occurred.(Cause it led to an argument in the past.)

The Worth of a Man

I forgot to clarify one thing on his sheet, though it's not really much outside of what the sheet says. The rings that he produces are pure kinetic energy, tinted the color they are by his psychic aura. The kinetic energy thing is something that is oft overlooked, as they can provide small areas of protection against basic attacks such as heat and firearms. While it's entirely useless at wide based beams and the like. it's just something I thought I'd state. I just wanted to say that ahead of the time. In the event of small projectiles coming from Freedom, though I don't much see Freedom as a man in touch with the smaller aspects of things.

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

Fuckin' asshole double posts.

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

Post is up.

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

The ground rumbled beneath his seat, forcing small debris on the ground to jostle about. The train was arriving shortly, and already Shin was excited for this new task ahead of him. Assassination is not an easy job you see, for some people they require coping mechanisms to deal with their dirty task. Shin's just so happens to be childish giddiness, or perhaps the giddiness he feels is due to him being sick in the head. Nobody can say for certain. As the train roared and spouted smoke, grinding to a halt on the tracks Shin spotted a small number of cars trailing behind the engine. "So little room, what a drag. I'll probably have to ruin at least two of the cars. A cramped place really doesn't suit me at all."

It slowed itself to a halt, screeching out its unholy horn. Signaling its arrival to all around it. There were few other patrons, an elderly couple and an incredibly tall skeletal figure. 'That's not suspicious at all.' Shin thought to himself with an incredibly sarcastic tone. Oh, and he glows, is he after the same thing I am? That's not a bad thing, no not at all. It makes my job so much easier. I just need a sample, as long as this guy doesn't want his whole corpse he's fine.

He boarded the train, and Shin watched him glance in his direction. Those sockets without eyes pierced right into him, their haunting glow made him shiver for a moment. Otherworldly beings are always a bit disconcerting, Shin is never quite certain how close to the rank of god they are. If they're too close, they might just toss his dominant master a few words of ill intent. And that would be game over for him. If they were too far, then they're still more powerful than he is, but they're cocky too.

'How dreary of a situation this is, I just hope he's on my side.' Shin had forgotten for a moment that he had to get up to actually board the train, the Cughtagh had already boarded and was on his way to the back of the train. "Right then." He closed his magazine and slid it into the pocket of his vest, withdrawing his staff from the same pocket at the same time.

The assassin rose to his feet, patting his pocket with his free hand to make sure he didn't drop his magazine. With little delay he drove onwards and into the train, the doors closing behind him as the conductor gave the last call. The train would start moving soon.

Shin clenched his hand around the small tube, it shook like a liquid for a moment and then grew to just over his height. Tapping the floor as it reached its proper length. 'I wonder if this will be fun or ugly.'

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

Alright, I'll get a post up when I have the chance.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

Done. I'd say the rework is fine by me.