@Absolis
This is me, expressing my interest.
This is me, expressing my interest.
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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.
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@Tyki
Based on my viewing, Micheal, Gram, and Jessie should still be there, as are Asura and Mia. But I may have missed something.
Based on my viewing, Micheal, Gram, and Jessie should still be there, as are Asura and Mia. But I may have missed something.
@Wraithblade6
It was fun. Stayed in Italy, Germany and France (not in that order), and each place had it's own pros and cons. We left Italy early though, because the mosquitoes became unhandleable. And in Germany it got so hot you couldn't live outside the pool.
It was fun. Stayed in Italy, Germany and France (not in that order), and each place had it's own pros and cons. We left Italy early though, because the mosquitoes became unhandleable. And in Germany it got so hot you couldn't live outside the pool.
I RETUUUUUUURN!
@supertinyking@kishin asura@Teoinsanity@ShadowVentus
For a moment, Khaine looked those in the room up and down. Were he to resume his attack on the girl, all would stand against him. Could he take them? If it came to it, could he kill every person in the room? He had catalogued their demonstrated abilities, their reaction times, their visible experience and even their stances. He had a rough estimation of what most of them could do, and how to counter them, and he was confident that he could take any one of them in single combat. But all of them at once?
....
No, there were too many. There was always a chance, but Khaine disliked his odds. The crystal person looked like a glass cannon, vulnerable in melee, but Gram and the shadow mage would prevent him from closing the distance. With Gram's considerable strength and the shadow mage's versatile combat manipulation he'd be unable to reach his prey or to incapacitate their ranged support before he was too wounded to take them out. Each of them had weaknesses to exploit, but if they were to work together, they covered one another's blind spots quite nicely. Ranged firepower, melee tank, and a tactician, able to rapidly alter combat conditions. And that was assuming that neither the strange scarved one or his intended prey interfered with the fight. He would need to exact his retribution another day, in another place.
"Hmph. It is neither my goal nor my speciality to question your deeds. Simply know that should we face one another again, our battle will be to the death. And I will not hold back." Khaine had measured Gram, and while the last Tarkattan was an impressive fighter indeed, he was an aimless one, with gaping holes in his technique. With no real ranged combat prowess he relied on his durability to close the distance, and he was prone to overconfidence. Should they fight again, now that Khaine had measured his abilities, there was little doubt how the fight would end. "Now, I came here on the invitation of a small mortal of angelic origin. She appears to have been lost amidst the combat. Should any of you have harmed this individual, I will personally wipe out your species." He said it in a matter-of-fact fashion, as omnicide and genocide were merely a job to him. And this left no hesitation as the the fact that he was not only prepared, but able, to follow up on this threat.
For a moment, Khaine looked those in the room up and down. Were he to resume his attack on the girl, all would stand against him. Could he take them? If it came to it, could he kill every person in the room? He had catalogued their demonstrated abilities, their reaction times, their visible experience and even their stances. He had a rough estimation of what most of them could do, and how to counter them, and he was confident that he could take any one of them in single combat. But all of them at once?
....
No, there were too many. There was always a chance, but Khaine disliked his odds. The crystal person looked like a glass cannon, vulnerable in melee, but Gram and the shadow mage would prevent him from closing the distance. With Gram's considerable strength and the shadow mage's versatile combat manipulation he'd be unable to reach his prey or to incapacitate their ranged support before he was too wounded to take them out. Each of them had weaknesses to exploit, but if they were to work together, they covered one another's blind spots quite nicely. Ranged firepower, melee tank, and a tactician, able to rapidly alter combat conditions. And that was assuming that neither the strange scarved one or his intended prey interfered with the fight. He would need to exact his retribution another day, in another place.
"Hmph. It is neither my goal nor my speciality to question your deeds. Simply know that should we face one another again, our battle will be to the death. And I will not hold back." Khaine had measured Gram, and while the last Tarkattan was an impressive fighter indeed, he was an aimless one, with gaping holes in his technique. With no real ranged combat prowess he relied on his durability to close the distance, and he was prone to overconfidence. Should they fight again, now that Khaine had measured his abilities, there was little doubt how the fight would end. "Now, I came here on the invitation of a small mortal of angelic origin. She appears to have been lost amidst the combat. Should any of you have harmed this individual, I will personally wipe out your species." He said it in a matter-of-fact fashion, as omnicide and genocide were merely a job to him. And this left no hesitation as the the fact that he was not only prepared, but able, to follow up on this threat.
Sorry for my extended absence, I am currently in Italy. Hopefully wifi will be better in France ^_^
@supertinyking@kishin asura@teoinsanity
Khaine nodded. It seemed things were going his way. He truly seemed unbothered by the hole in his shoulder, and the bloodlike fluid that poured from it seemed to in fact be hardening, filling up the wound slowly. It would certainly take an hour or longer to heal, but that was still a lot faster than most mortal creatures. "I doubt it is truly relevant, at this point, as those who would ask for our assistance have disappeared. Khaine glances over at the space that was occupied by Gin but moments ago. It was odd that he had disappeared so suddenly, but certainly not the strangest thing he had seen. "And while I am impressed with both your strength and your tenacity, I must question your reasons for protecting this stranger." Khaine had a hard time grasping the 'valiant knight' aspect of morality. The concept that the strong have a responsibility to protect the weak. He believes that the strong, by definition, are those who control the future, and therefore their wishes are inherently greater than those of the weak. While he disagrees with senseless cruelty or abuse, he finds the concept of a protective responsibility equally bizarre. For this reason he chose to ignore it, filing it away as something to be investigated or discarded at a later date.
"I have fought many heroes. Those who would use their strength to face what they consider 'evil', and to protect what they would consider 'good'. It is a respectable use of strength. And while you seem to be among these heroes, I find you protecting a creature so clearly evil." Khaine gestures at the confused insectoids, who were most likely huddled in the corner somewhere. "This creature is responsible for a slaughter, and simply because her actions were undone by another does not mean they were no evil. She shows no remorse, and no compassion, and merely displays further cruelty. She is of the type of being who use their power sadistically, addicted to the pain of others. So then why is it that you would protect her?"
Khaine nodded. It seemed things were going his way. He truly seemed unbothered by the hole in his shoulder, and the bloodlike fluid that poured from it seemed to in fact be hardening, filling up the wound slowly. It would certainly take an hour or longer to heal, but that was still a lot faster than most mortal creatures. "I doubt it is truly relevant, at this point, as those who would ask for our assistance have disappeared. Khaine glances over at the space that was occupied by Gin but moments ago. It was odd that he had disappeared so suddenly, but certainly not the strangest thing he had seen. "And while I am impressed with both your strength and your tenacity, I must question your reasons for protecting this stranger." Khaine had a hard time grasping the 'valiant knight' aspect of morality. The concept that the strong have a responsibility to protect the weak. He believes that the strong, by definition, are those who control the future, and therefore their wishes are inherently greater than those of the weak. While he disagrees with senseless cruelty or abuse, he finds the concept of a protective responsibility equally bizarre. For this reason he chose to ignore it, filing it away as something to be investigated or discarded at a later date.
"I have fought many heroes. Those who would use their strength to face what they consider 'evil', and to protect what they would consider 'good'. It is a respectable use of strength. And while you seem to be among these heroes, I find you protecting a creature so clearly evil." Khaine gestures at the confused insectoids, who were most likely huddled in the corner somewhere. "This creature is responsible for a slaughter, and simply because her actions were undone by another does not mean they were no evil. She shows no remorse, and no compassion, and merely displays further cruelty. She is of the type of being who use their power sadistically, addicted to the pain of others. So then why is it that you would protect her?"
Sorry for my absence, currently on holiday.
@Teoinsanity
Hiya. Welcome back.
Khaine is currently fighting.... well, pretty much everyone, honestly. His battle with Gram is drawing to a close, one way or another, as Gram has been lethally wounded. Meanwhile, he's also fighting off Gin, who's trying to get Khaine to fight the Mon alliance.
Minato and Micheal are basically sitting on the sidelines eating popcorn.
Ilyindriel has run off from the plot, and is exploring the caverns of Gram's world.
Tiny (the character) is meanwhile on a frozen planet with Tyki's Zerg char.
Hiya. Welcome back.
Khaine is currently fighting.... well, pretty much everyone, honestly. His battle with Gram is drawing to a close, one way or another, as Gram has been lethally wounded. Meanwhile, he's also fighting off Gin, who's trying to get Khaine to fight the Mon alliance.
Minato and Micheal are basically sitting on the sidelines eating popcorn.
Ilyindriel has run off from the plot, and is exploring the caverns of Gram's world.
Tiny (the character) is meanwhile on a frozen planet with Tyki's Zerg char.
@supertinyking@Tyki
The whitehaired figure suddenly burst into movement, it's slender figure hiding a surprising burst of wiry strength. However, Khaine had fought to many superhuman beings to be surprised about such capabilities. As Gin slid around to Khaine's back, Khaine's arms merely shifted position to block attacks from behind. Lacking the elbows of mortal beings, Khaine had no issue moving his body in ways any creature with an actual skeleton would find impossible, allowing him to block the first strikes of the barrage as he turned to face this strange opponent. The precision and style of fighting showed immense skill, and the creature was fast for a mortal. But Khaine had seen it all before. Every move, every style, every trick. Parry and riposte ripped through the air like a barrage of bullets, blades slamming into each other with a speed and subtelty that was lost on most of the present company. Two masters of the blade clashed, and yet Gin clearly felt his disadvantage. While in terms of raw skill he was nearly Khaine's equal, he lacked the Dread Lord's immense experience. Even the slightest movement gave away his entire swing, even the slightest shift of footing betrayed his style. Gin had spent a lifetime mastering the blade, and gaining a repository of knowledge. But Khaine had spent over a hundred mortal lifetimes, and wielded styles that had never been seen on Earth.
After a brief combat, a dozen blows exchanged in the blink of an eye, Khaine used his vastly superior physical strength to force his opponent back, breaking up the combat. He had sized Gin up, and indeed found him a worthy fighter. It seemed that there were many capable warriors in this world, although this one looked more like a visitor than a native. His style was also a partially customised version of kendo, which originated from the mortal realms of Earth. A planet Khaine had once attempted to conquer. "I will gladly face you, or any you have brought with you. However..." Khaine's response was interrupted as Gram roared out, declaring that 'it was on', in mortal terms. "Allow me to deal with this matter first."
A wall of rubble shot towards Khaine, and Khaine's immense greatsword shot out. Boulders the size of cars were sliced into pieces, the weight of the blade sending them wide of their targets. 'Pebbles' the size of a man's head bounced off of Khaine's armour, the mild dents caused by their impacts negligible to the Dread Lord. The lance was merely dispelled, returned to the armoury from whence it came before it could be turned against it's owner. The weapons of Baal were not for the hands of mortals. "You are wounded, Gram. Your power is great, and I wish to face you at full force. Today, I have won. Were you to trap me in the rubble, I would merely return to my own realm, and walk back in unscathed. You, on the other hand, will bleed to death." Khaine dropped the Reaper Blade, the immense sword he had drawn to avoid Gram's attack. The sword disappeared into a portal, never touching the ground. "Concede, and I have no reason to kill you. You further have my oath that I will not kill your master, nor the natives of this world, lest they challenge me personally."
Khaine spoke not from a position of arrogance. Gram was a tough warrior, and pain would not halt him. But his impalement would have damaged his lungs, as well as his digestive tract. Effectively, he would begin drowning in his own blood. Alternatively, the acid from his stomach would begin dissolving his internal organs. Even the most dauntless of warriors would soon begin to falter, as the lack of oxygen made them dizzy and weak. And as Khaine had said, collapsing the tunnel would do nothing but doom Gram. Even if Gram was somehow able to kill Khaine before he succumbed to his own wounds, it would do nothing. Khaine would merely be reborn in the Heart of Baal, rising forth once more to lead the armies of his Creator God. As Khaine stared Gram in the eye, both warriors knew that this was the only chance for this fight to end without a death. Should Gram refuse, his end was almost inevitable.
The whitehaired figure suddenly burst into movement, it's slender figure hiding a surprising burst of wiry strength. However, Khaine had fought to many superhuman beings to be surprised about such capabilities. As Gin slid around to Khaine's back, Khaine's arms merely shifted position to block attacks from behind. Lacking the elbows of mortal beings, Khaine had no issue moving his body in ways any creature with an actual skeleton would find impossible, allowing him to block the first strikes of the barrage as he turned to face this strange opponent. The precision and style of fighting showed immense skill, and the creature was fast for a mortal. But Khaine had seen it all before. Every move, every style, every trick. Parry and riposte ripped through the air like a barrage of bullets, blades slamming into each other with a speed and subtelty that was lost on most of the present company. Two masters of the blade clashed, and yet Gin clearly felt his disadvantage. While in terms of raw skill he was nearly Khaine's equal, he lacked the Dread Lord's immense experience. Even the slightest movement gave away his entire swing, even the slightest shift of footing betrayed his style. Gin had spent a lifetime mastering the blade, and gaining a repository of knowledge. But Khaine had spent over a hundred mortal lifetimes, and wielded styles that had never been seen on Earth.
After a brief combat, a dozen blows exchanged in the blink of an eye, Khaine used his vastly superior physical strength to force his opponent back, breaking up the combat. He had sized Gin up, and indeed found him a worthy fighter. It seemed that there were many capable warriors in this world, although this one looked more like a visitor than a native. His style was also a partially customised version of kendo, which originated from the mortal realms of Earth. A planet Khaine had once attempted to conquer. "I will gladly face you, or any you have brought with you. However..." Khaine's response was interrupted as Gram roared out, declaring that 'it was on', in mortal terms. "Allow me to deal with this matter first."
A wall of rubble shot towards Khaine, and Khaine's immense greatsword shot out. Boulders the size of cars were sliced into pieces, the weight of the blade sending them wide of their targets. 'Pebbles' the size of a man's head bounced off of Khaine's armour, the mild dents caused by their impacts negligible to the Dread Lord. The lance was merely dispelled, returned to the armoury from whence it came before it could be turned against it's owner. The weapons of Baal were not for the hands of mortals. "You are wounded, Gram. Your power is great, and I wish to face you at full force. Today, I have won. Were you to trap me in the rubble, I would merely return to my own realm, and walk back in unscathed. You, on the other hand, will bleed to death." Khaine dropped the Reaper Blade, the immense sword he had drawn to avoid Gram's attack. The sword disappeared into a portal, never touching the ground. "Concede, and I have no reason to kill you. You further have my oath that I will not kill your master, nor the natives of this world, lest they challenge me personally."
Khaine spoke not from a position of arrogance. Gram was a tough warrior, and pain would not halt him. But his impalement would have damaged his lungs, as well as his digestive tract. Effectively, he would begin drowning in his own blood. Alternatively, the acid from his stomach would begin dissolving his internal organs. Even the most dauntless of warriors would soon begin to falter, as the lack of oxygen made them dizzy and weak. And as Khaine had said, collapsing the tunnel would do nothing but doom Gram. Even if Gram was somehow able to kill Khaine before he succumbed to his own wounds, it would do nothing. Khaine would merely be reborn in the Heart of Baal, rising forth once more to lead the armies of his Creator God. As Khaine stared Gram in the eye, both warriors knew that this was the only chance for this fight to end without a death. Should Gram refuse, his end was almost inevitable.
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