Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
@Wraithblade6 "A hex?" While Kisaki wasn't exactly an expert on the subject of magical terminology, he knew hexes were bad. Usually they involved curses of some kind, and he'd heard more than one tale of an unwary traveller getting cursed by some enchanted object. However, that seemed to contradict the weapon's healing capabilities. And it was most odd that a creature would be sealed inside of a blade. "I believe I'll keep the sword for now, but I may return to sell it later." Kisaki didn't want to get the hedge wizard's hopes too high, after all the plan that now formed in his head would quite probably leave the blade worthless even if it failed. But it never hurt to leave a spot reserved. Kisaki folded the burlap cloth over the artifact again, making sure not to touch it. After all, most cursed blades seemed to apply their effect once they were touched.
The blade was lodged firmly into the crevice, the top 50cm of the blade clamped between solid granite. It had been placed on a small elevated platform with a crack large enough to hold the blade. The holt was about eye-height to Kisaki, as he looked at it. He slowly wrapped a burlap cloth around his hand, he had no intention of touching it. He honestly didn't know if his burlap would actually protect him from the blade's magic, but it was definitely better than nothing. Slowly he moved towards the blade, as he shed his heavily weighted clothing. He'd been charging up for the last half hour or so, and he was currently at his full capacity. If he was ever going to be able to pull this off, it would be right now.
Of course, he had no idea if his plan would work. It might just fail. Or, worst case scenario, get him cursed. But if it did what he expected, he'd free the being inside of this blade. Of course, the cautious part of his mind shouted at him that this blade could contain anything from a peaceful nature spirit to a raging demon god, but he was already well aware of the risk. If it turned out that the creature was benevolent, he might be able to gain a boon for freeing it from it's prison. If not... well, he'd certainly get a good workout. He wasn't really certain which one he was hoping for, but he wasn't one for hope. He'd take whatever happened, and make the best of it.
Taking one last deep breath, he shifted into the Dragon stance. A balanced stance focused on powerful striking attacks. He'd use about 10% of his total energy reserve, the maximum amount he was able to use safely. He could use more, but that would start to deal damage to his own body, which he didn't want. He shifted his feat, making his resolve. Then, he shot forward, launching himself off the ground towards the enchanted blade. He put his whole body behind his fist, and pumped it full of power. This strike held about 20 tons of force, enough power to put a dent in most tanks. But his punches did so much more than that, as Dragon Formed absorbed and redirected the return force, increasing the strength of his attack by 80%. The total sum of 36 tons of force was concentrated on the area just below the crossguard, where the blade met the hilt, the weakest part of the blade. A single line of force, thinner than a sheet of paper, as if it had been hit by a blade of some sort. Even as the metal attempted to convey the energy to other parts of the blade, Kisaki's fist instantly and reactively absorbed 80% of the vibrations and redirected them right onto the crack, a technique that negated metal's ability to convey energy and made it act like a brittle substance when it wasn't. This was his most powerful punch, and his greatest shot at breaking the blade.
@Archmage MC Sorry about that, didn't intend to ignore Light. You didn't tag me, so I assumed you were in a different area ^_^
If you want, I could edit in a response?
@Saint Girralo So, I'm not very good at picking up tones, especially over the internet. So just to check: this isn't OOC annoyance, is it? Because if my actions annoyed you, I'd happily have my char do something else, or avoid performing similar actions in the future...
@dirty slime@Saint Girralo Darquesse looked down, as suddenly the ground had formed shackles around her legs. She could tell the guy had magical abilities, but this was certainly something she hadn't seen before. His previous fire and earth manipulation had convinced her that he was an elemental mage, much like she had once been. But this was certainly odd. Perhaps, like her, he knew multiple schools of magic? He also seemed quite intent on getting himself killed, his displays of power up until now made it clear he wasn't her equal. And yet he wished to face both her and the knight dude, whom she could tell was a fairly powerful mage in and of himself. He then forged a sword, although she could tell from the way he held it that his knowledge was limited to 'don't hold the pointy end'. She wasn't all that skilled of a swordswoman herself, but she'd seen swordmasters. And when they held a sword, the weapon was a part of their body.
Roy launched a ball of flame at her, but she wasn't in the mood to play. Her interest had been piqued by this figure's odd magic, which seemed to merge standard elemental magic with some kind of metal-creating ability. She swatted at the flames, a powerful gust of wind dispersing the inferno away from her. The metal around her feet was more annoying, but she merely applied some concentrated flames to it. Stepping away from the dripping molten metal, she walked towards the alchemist. Of course, that was when the knight tried to threaten her, with all the subtelty of a brick to the face.
"Oh I'm sorry. I zoned out for a bit. All I heard was 'ultimate power'. Everything else was a blur." She grinned at him, and she could tell he was able to sense her magic. By the way he held himself, and the way he moved. Although he appeared to be convinced she was on his side as he moved past her, attempting to attack Roy. "Not so fast, Arthur." A wall of hardened air would separate the knight from his target, as he slammed into it face first. This guy really wasn't having any luck with his charges today. "This guy's fun, I wanna see what makes him tick. So why don't you sit down and wait for your turn? Don't worry, I'll make this quick. And afterwards, I'll be sure to let you look at his organs before I turn you into paste." She smiled, as she responded to his threat with the insurance of death. Subtlety wasn't among her many talents. But killing people most certainly was...
Turning back to Roy, she covered her arms in solid shadow, much in the way Lord Vile would often do. A solid blade of darkness formed in her hands, the size of a greatsword but with none of the weight. "So, based on your fancy uniform, I'm guessing you're an officer of some kind. And based on your insistence on killing yourself, I'm guessing you think slowing us down is going to save your friends back there. But you see, I'm a fast worker, and I could totally kill them after I finish you off. So-" As Darquesse was about to conclude her bad-guy monologue, a blast of laser fire smashed into her face from the side. Most of her skin seemed to burn away as the bone was revealed, small bits of singed flesh dropping to the floor as she staggered sideways. But before she could fall, her flesh rebuilt itself. Muscles reattached to the bone, bone knit itself together, and skin grew over it as if nothing had happened. "Well, that was rude. Ow. Never got hit by a laser before." Darquesse cast her magic senses in the direction she'd felt the laser come from, and felt the souls of a number of soldiers. Mundane and pointless, but they had laser weapons. That was pretty dope. She'd have to make sure her mech had lasers, when they finished building it.
A bunch of other lasers were fired, and most of them hit their mark. But Darquesse had focused her magical defences now, and they just fizzled out as they struck her face. It was a rather odd sight, as the flashes off light simply bounced off the teenager. "Okay. BRB. I've got to go kill me some soldiers." She threw a quick comment at the knight as well. "Make sure not to kill him before I come back, or I'll strangle you with your favourite internal organ." With those words she shot off, propelling herself with a blast of air as she moved towards the group of soldiers lead by Alexandria, still brandishing the massive blade of darkness.
@supertinyking@Wraithblade6 Bob sighed, as Drac slowly fought his way to his feet. "So it seems you learned something from Omega. You were always powerful, and you've grown in power since I saw you last. If this were anywhere else, I might fear for my life. But as it is...." Bob gestures, and the very laws of reality altered themselves. Drac's arm was ripped off of him, it and the gauntlet launching themselves across the vast room and landing in someone's dinner somewhere. "There are some beings that would be able to face me here, in my nexus of power. But you are not among them, Drac, and we both know it. Here, there's nothing you can do to me." Drac found himself unable to speak, as all that left his mouth was blood. Bob was proving a point, and Drac would feel every organ in his body collapsing in on itself. "Those who enter this place subject themselves to my will, and if my will is to kill you then there is nothing that can stop me."
Bob waited for a moment, feeling the resistance in Drac's mind. Feeling the old God's anger. Normally, she would have forced Drac into submission, but she knew Drac would not subside. There was no torture at Bob's disposal that would break Drac's will, not with his family at stake. So she merely healed Drac, leaving him with the realization that there was nothing he could do here. "I have no intention of letting the Multiverse die Drac, you know that better than anyone. After all, a destroyed universe would be stagnant. It would be a boring bunch of nothing, with no new things ever coming along. Truly, the epitome of wasted potential." A tendril of thought reached into Drac's mind, as the God of Madness penetrated his brain. "So let me show you something. Hold your butt, this may sting a little."
Drac's eyes were opened, and they were burned away. Shattered upon an unbending wall of screams, cast among an infinite pit of sorrow. His very soul was pierced by the cries of lament, as the suffering of a billion worlds was forced upon him. His mind filled with the purest agony, his body blazing with a thousand curses. He could feel grief reaping his very being, as if his family had already died. Certainty of failure, a hopeless abyss that dragged him down into infinity. The fear, suffering and grief of the multiverse itself, an unending sea of sorrow where time itself became a meaningless concept.
Then, a pillar of light. He ascended, vessel to a light a billion times greater than the sun. An unstoppable force, a surge of unspeakable ecstacy. The joy of a child just learning to ride a bike, the unbridled love of a newlywed couple, the glee of a man whom's life's work was finally bearing fruit. True joy, lifting from the sorrow, a happyness equal to the sorrow he had been subjected to mere moments before. And on this wave he soared, far above the abyssal depths of despair. And he ascended, ever higher, until he moved into the clouds themselves, and beyond them, into the vast space between worlds.
An infinite black, filled with points of light. Ideas, concepts, flew around him at the speed of thought. Realizations both stunningly simple and impossibly complex. A truth written in the fabric of reality itself, as the multiverse scrutinized itself. Every atom, broken down, every universe placed in it's rightful spot. The thoughts of a being beyond both time and space, barely intersecting with perceivable reality as it pondered the meaning of existence. Insanity, beauty, and knowledge. And Drac realized that he had merely ascended into another sea, waves of thought striking him from all sides as he was submerged in the thoughts of another. Slowly losing himself, filled with memories not his own, and thoughts he shuddered to think. Until 'Drac' was merely a meaningless concept, a word attributed to describe a particularly complex pattern of matter and energy among the many wonders of the multiverse.
Drac emerged, in time, pulling himself out of the water. Tunes and epiphanies clung to his clothes, slowly falling into the sand. He straightened himself, worn out from the worries of the world, before slowly ascending. He looked down, and he witnessed the complete being below him. He witnessed the sum of the Multiverse's emotion, and he saw the vast oceans as they circled each other. Whirlpools the size of planets formed as waves like nuclear explosions crashed into one another. Calm and storm were one and the same, intermerged in this chaotic sprawl that touched every aspect of mortal existence. What was below him could be seen as Life itself, every moment from birth to death embodied in a single contained infinity. This was the true form of the Theater. This was the true form of Bob. And Drac realized, staring down at the tempest, that the Bob he knew was but a fragment of the true being. A tiny shattered particle of a multiversal constant, a force every bit as essential to the Multiverse as the Primals themselves. The very heartbeat of conceptual life.
But as he stared down, a single concept clung to him. A single idea worked it's way up his clothes, and into his mind. It was a fairly simple idea, two realizations he had yet to have. It told him that the white orbs were a portal. And, much like another portal, their destination could be changed by a sufficiently skilled being. The second thing it told him was that the being that would march through these portals was the being that the Omegans wished to stop, a being so powerful that they'd unleash Omega just to fight it. A being so powerful there was only one cage in the Multiverse capable of holding it....
Done with Drac, Bob was now able to give Mithias the attention he deserved. "So, you want to become stronger? Interesting. There are many ways to gain power, but for you.... you're going to have to learn how to use that power of yours." Bob lifts a long finger, and places it gently on Mithias's chest. "You're filled with energy, and you've already seen it's potential. Alucard chose to gain power by absorbing lesser lifeforms, gaining their abilities and adding their strength on to his own. This potential is within you as well, although I doubt you'll use it." Bob smiles, revealing a row of pointed teeth. Unlike her red clothing, the teeth were a bright red. "If you want to become more powerful, you're going to need to learn how to use your powers. The internal power that Aono granted you, the Demon Energy. Or, if you want to call it by it's proper name, Ki."
Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
<div style="white-space:pre-line;">Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.</div>
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