thewizardguy

HCL: Rebirth

@supertinyking
Kisaki raised an eyebrow as the strange being spoke, but did not relax his stance. He was ready for anything, using every sense at his disposal to scan his environment as he stood. "I'm no stranger to scum. But I severely doubt you're here out of the goodness of your heart." Kisaki refrained from gesturing at the stranger's monstrous arm, realizing the hypocrisy of doing so, but he didn't trust this stranger. "What is your motive in coming here, what's in it for you? Because as far as I see it, coming here was the stupidest thing you could do."

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Absolis@mattmanganon
It seemed that Absolis was determined to engage in this foolish venture. Nova sighed, as he looked down at the conflicted warrior. He could tell that there would be no reasoning with him. He could not return home, even if he wished to, for the universe he had called home was now overrun by the spawn of Chaos and the Tyranid. It would be impossible, even for him, to reclaim it at this point. Even more importantly, however, he had a responsibility to this new world, and those he had previously chosen to take under his wing. He would not abandon his allies nor his cause as long as he drew breath.

After a moment of contemplation, Nova simply shook his head. "I have no inention of leaving, but neither do I wish to fight you. We both know that drawing your blade would be useless against me. Walk out the door, and we shall leave one another on good terms. But if you draw your weapon against me, I will be forced to restrain you." In a world like this, no threat could be allowed to exist. A single dissident could spread dissorder and chaos, which could bring entire empires crumbling down. Should Absolis merely leave, this could be considered a mere falling out. But should the warrior draw his blade, Nova would be forced to see him as an enemy, a threat to his Empire. And while he did not wish to harm Absolis, he would not accept any threats.

HCL: Rebirth

@supertinyking@Wraithblade6

As the blade made clear it's unwavering devotion to honesty and justice, Kisaki remained sceptical. He had heard the name Asmodeus before, although he had never heard Eclipse used to describe anything other than the natural phenomenon. It seemed that this Dark God was popular on many planes of existence, which did not bode well. However, in his experience, such being rarely fought their battles in person. As such, while he would most likely face many demons, he would not have to fight the God himself. Kisaki spent a moment calculating the risks in his head, as Eclipse explained the details of his current situation. While Kisaki had no intention of trusting a talking weapon, he was inclined to believe that anything that labelled itself a demon was bad news.

Of course, that was when it started to rain gore, and a strange figure dropped down from above. The drops of blood seemed to slide over Kisaki, not dirtying his clothing. Slowly, Kisaki turned to face this new stranger, and he was well aware of the creature's killing intent. Regardless of this being's reasons for being here, blood would be shed. And the mention of his name meant that, most likely, this warrior was after him. This would mean a battle to the death, if this creature got it's way.

There was an important choice to make now. While he did not trust the sw-... Eclipse, he couldn't deny the blade was powerful. Even if it displayed no capabilities beyond what it already had, the ability to heal was invaluable in combat. It would also allow him to block the massive blade this being was carrying, a weapon that was most likely enchanted. However, the sword might also contain some sort of mind altering magic, so as to allow it to control him. Even if Eclipse spoke the truth, who was to say he would not be used as a 'vessel', that the magical being could escape it's prison. Both this strange new warrior and the magical sword posed a considerable risk, and he would have to choose the lesser of two evils if he was to walk away from this situation.

Placing himself next to the sword as it impaled his clothing, Kisaki faced his strange assailant. "My name is Kisaki Mao. And by the manner of your appearance, I assume you are after either me, or the sword." He didn't mention the blade's name. If this creature was not aware of what being was trapped in the blade, then informing it could only worsen the situation. "Place down your sword, before I'm forced to remove it from your grasp. If you wish to fight me, I won't hold back." Of course, if things got bad, Kisaki would grab the blade. He was a fairly skilled swordsman, and the weapon's arcane abilities would definitely help him in winning this fight.

Multiverse At War - (MAW) (High Casual RP: Always Welcomed)

@Archmage MC
My history isn't THAT bad. And besides, both Apocalypse and Darquesse died. The only really OP character I played is Nova, and there's a reason I didn't translate him to this rp.

Multiverse At War - (MAW) (High Casual RP: Always Welcomed)

@Lmpkio
Oh. That was just intended as an artsy description of teleportation.

Multiverse At War - (MAW) (High Casual RP: Always Welcomed)

Name: Dagon Rane
Age: 34
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Personality:
Cunning and manipulative, Dagon has inherited his master's trickster nature. He's humble and secretive, quietly scheming while throwing up a pleasant guise for those around him. He has a silver tongue, and always adapts his mannerism to those around him. However, in reality he's a cold and calculating killer.

Bio:
Dagon became Set Harth's apprentice after Set took him in. He was originally a rogue Jedi of little import, presumed dead after Set assisted in faking his death. Since then Dagon has become Set's right hand, and can often be seen performing missions too dangerous for Set's personal presence and too important to send mooks or cat's paws.

Abilities:
[Telepathy]
As a master of deception, Dagon is a natural adept at Force Trick and Force Persuasion. He subtly weaves the Force into his words and appearance, which allows him to increase his natural charisma to near-supernatural levels. He's not as skilled in domination as Set, but he's far more subtle in his control and manipulation, often merely softening people's opinion of him. This ability isn't able to alter someone's opinion if they've already decided on it, however, and merely increases the chance of them positively reacting to him.

[Precognition]
Much like Set, Dagon is able to see into the future slightly. This allows him to anticipate and react to attacks with great accuracy, although he is also not as skilled as the greater Sith Lords. This ability is exclusively combat-based, and does not allow him to predict actions on a larger scale.

[Telekinesis]
Dagon is less skilled in the use to telekinesis than Set, but has learned the lightsaber throw technique.

[Force Augmentation]
Using the power of the Dark Side, Dagon is able to move with incredible speed and strength. He is less powerful than his master, but remains a force to be reckoned with in combat. His speed is vastly superhuman, as are his reflexes, and his strength is easily 3 or 4 times that of a normal human being.

[Force Cloak]
Dagon is one of the rare weilders of the Force Cloak ability, an ability that allows him to become invisible. This cloaks his physical form by bending the light around him, and thus conceals him almost completely. He can still be detected as a shimmer, and this ability does not decrease any sound he makes. It also requires complete concentration, so taking damage will usually deactivate it.

[Assorted miscellaneous abilities]
Using Force Sight he can see in the dark and see really well.
Using Force Sense he can sense the presence of living creatures.

Organization: Harth Collective
Universe of Origin: Star Wars (original character)
Other: This is an original character designed to function as Harth's right arm and assistant in public matters.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Absolis
You are way too slow. I've been waiting on you for ages.

Multiverse At War - (MAW) (High Casual RP: Always Welcomed)

@Lmpkio
No, I basically referenced the events of the movie and stated that the Rebels were attacking the Death Star in the SW-universe, whereupon the Empire pulled back it's troops to protect it.

And where are you getting black holes from? What?

Multiverse At War - (MAW) (High Casual RP: Always Welcomed)

@Lmpkio

Resistance fleets clashed with the RoC in space even as the battle raged on the grounds below. Massive hulks of steel were blasted out of the sky by torrents of light, burning up in the atmosphere as they accelerate towards the ground. Below the clouds, an antimatter drive core containment field failed, and one of the plummeting fireballs exploded in a flash of light that turned the clouds red for a moment. The entire scene was highly reminiscent of his home universe, and yet Set knew that this was not his home. This was a battle whom's stakes were far beyond what he had previously imagined, a war whom's scale baffled even him. It was a battle with the fate of not just the galaxy, but the multiverse, at stake. It was the kind of war that even he had not seen in his many lives. The thought of it tingled, as he could feel his blood getting excited. That old curiosity burned anew, as if he were merely 200 again. Of all the games that he had played, this had the potential to be both the most risky and the most rewarding. And it was that feeling of risk in his gut that kept him excited, that had roused him from the daze of centuries.

"Bring me another cup of wine." He observed the scene from far away, a stealth carrier placed at the edge of the vast battlefield. Many miles from the RoC base that formed the epicentre of the storm of war. As he lazily reached out his hand, a cup of red wine was placed in it. A carefully made delicacy, the exquisite taste of which was reserved only for the richest of the galaxy's denizens. Of course, such status meant little compared to the conflict below him. But it comforted him to know that soon he would have his fingers on riches a million times greater than he had ever imagined in the past. This new world was a treasure trove for one with the cunning to exploit it. And his cunning was unmatched in the entire galaxy.

Set took a sip of wine, allowing the delicate substance to move across his tongue. He had grown bored of the taste of a thousand brews, and yet this strange substance still fascinated him. A thousand different tastes danced across his tongue, teasing his taste buds with the bitter and sweet flavour. As he enjoyed this cup of wine, he saw a wave move across the skies of Eldritch IV. Covering fire rained down curtains of plasma bolts, forcing enemy ships to focus on their shields if even for a moment. Portals were opened, massive swirling pools of energy that he could feel even from here. Hundreds of ships disappeared, vanishing into nothingness as the Resistance found a large part of it's opposition vanishing into nothingness for reasons far beyond them. On the ground, entire platoons of soldiers retreated into escape pods, which joined their spaceborn allies as they retreated from this world. No, this universe. A mass disappearance as an entire faction abandoned the fight, massively weakening the RoC defences.

It was a simple matter, feeding the Rebels a critical piece of information. They were convinced that it was theirs, and the Empire was convinced it was a trap they had set. Both were completely confident in their capabilities, both merely played into his hands. But the result was clear, as all troops were immediately recalled to the Death Star. He didn't know if the rebels would succeed at destroying it, in fact he suspected that they would be annihilated. But his business was not to ruin the Empire, no matter how the rebellion amused him. No, he had merely played his hand to ensure that Palpatine's support of the RoC would be pulled back in this critical phase. After all, the Emperor would always value the destruction of the Rebels far above some far-away victory in another Universe.

Attempting to suppress a smug grin, Set gestured at his 'butler'. "Open communications with the Reign of Chaos. We're a mercenary organization that was attracted to the sight of war. Inform them that we would gladly assist them in their current predicament, if the pay is good enough." In truth, Set had no interest in the RoC's money. But he knew that the RoC similarly cared not for money, or at the very least cared far more for the integrity of this base. He would place his foot in the door, and establish them as a valuable contact. This was how it all began, the game of politics and war that he had played for so long. The stakes had been set, the sides were undecided, and the lives of good men had already been lost. This was his kind of game.

HCL: Rebirth

@Wraithblade6
((Sorry for late reply, I got distracted))
A bright burst of light exploded from the point of impact, a sudden image appearing super-imposed over the blade in that split second. Kisaki's conscious mind wasn't sure what it had seen, but it was enough to make his heart skip a beat in that moment. The blade bent, for just a moment, but it appeared that even this amount of force wasn't enough. The granite exploded outwards under the pressure, tiny shards of stone tearing across the cavern. A normal being would have been ripped to shreds, but Kisaki was able to use his remaining energy to deflect the lethal rocks moments before they struck hsi flesh. They seemed to bounce off of him, although he made sure to allow some of the damage through. If he was going to enter a fight, he might as well dull his sense of pain now, when he knew just how much damage he was taking. And he'd need to retain as much of his power as possible if this really was going to be a fight.

The blade impaled his cloak behind him, and Kisaki breathed a quick sigh of relief. Had the blade struck him, the results might not have been nearly as harmless. He wasn't sure he'd be able to deflect the clearly magical weapon with his usual defences. Of course, that relief was dispelled instantly when the blade started speaking to him, begging him for mercy. Kisaki took an instinctive step back, naturally distrusting the odd phenomenon. Talking weapons were a common object in tales and legends, but they were as often cursed as they were heroic, and he had no intention of being led to his doom by some trapped demon.

The talking sword continued to speak, thanking Kisaki for some reason. The martial artist got the strange feeling the blade was watching him, and it didn't quite sit well with him. It then continued to praise him for his honesty and forgiving nature, something that further elicited distrust, and explained that it had much to explain, without actually explaining anything. It ended on the rather ominous note that he was in danger, although Kisaki had come to that conclusion the moment he'd heard the words 'dark god'. Those words very rarely heralded the coming of anything other than danger. Of course he was well accustomed to fighting for his life, and this wouldn't be his first time facing some vague magical being, nor a God. Although his last divine encounter hadn't gone well.

Never dropping from his combat stance, Kisaki addressed the blade. "You have a quick tongue, for a sword. And yet you seem to be avoiding the explanation itself. If you believe me to be in danger, then tell me of this danger, that I may face it. But if you wish to deceive me then hold your tongue, or I'll drop you in the first volcano I find." Kisaki spent a moment wondering if being molten would 'kill' the blade, but he figured that given it's earlier panic it might well. And it was as good a threat as he knew of, considering the circumstances.