thewizardguy

Blakley's Institute For The Supernatural

Sorry for my disappearance, been ill >.>

Convergence: The Restoration

@Lmpkio
My interpretation:

Set frees himself from the choke hold at the same time that Reinhardt smashes down with his hammer and DVA opens fire.

Reinhardt rushes Vader, DVA still shooting, Set activates the runes and begins acrobatics.

Vader deals with/dodges/is hit by Reinhardt's attack, DVA still shooting, Set sends in the rubble

Set attacks, Vader dodges/is hit/whatever, DVA still shooting.

Blakley's Institute For The Supernatural

@SanaChan
You ARE aware that my character is also a 'spirit', right? According to the Japanese, everything supernatural is a 'spirit'.

Convergence: The Restoration

- Set Harth, District 14 -

@Lmpkio@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

Why it seemed that Vader had done his homework. Even among those few who had studied his existence, few could find the scarce records that even indicated his apprenticeship under Darth Zannah. But merely possessing that knowledge meant nothing. Vader had already proven to know of Set, something that indicated an interest in the ancient Sith. And with an interest, someone in a position as high as Vader's could quite easily gather information from across the galaxy. No, what was interesting was the seeming attempt at a call-out, to belittle Set with the claim that he could not best his former master. This showed what his face could not, anger. It appeared the Sith Lord was angry. A dangerous state to encounter in a Sith, but it was a great weakness, as well as a strength. For in anger, they failed to realize the obvious, and they made small mistakes that lead inevitably to failure. This was one of the reasons why Set himself had never forgotten his Jedi training, and well knew to keep his own emotions in check. For a weapon wielded is useful only if you are able to point it as you wish, and not dragged along behind it. Besides, he had surpassed Zannah centuries ago, if not in power, then in wit. Only a fool relid solely on the Force, as opposed to their mind.

Smiling, Set reached out, and ripped the force closing around his neck to shreds. Had he been in single combat with Vader, there was no doubt he would have been crushed. But forced to divide his focus and power over three opponents, and then further distracted by two unexpected assaults? Vader would be forced to divert even more of his power to defensive measures if he hoped to avoid being crushed by the sudden assault. At the very least he would be distracted, his focus broken, as he was foced to move aside from the assault. Thus was the illusion of power shattered. For while Vader was easily the most powerful individual present he had failed to realise who he faced, in truth. Set was not a master of lightsaber combat, nor of the Force, despite his considerable skill in both fields. Had he relied solely on either skill he would have been shredded. Rather he was a master of preparation and planning. The terrain, the environment, the surrounding factors and elements. Believing solely in his own power Vader had arrogantly marched into a trap.

With a thought Set activated the runes he had previously made, catalysing a series of stones and concepts he had imbued with the Force to achieve a goal he could never have achieved through power applied directly. It reached into the earth and sky and drew forth water, an act of telekinesis performed at such a grand scale and yet with so little required force, a delicate process that had been perfected over the course of centuries and stored in holocrons, only to be learned by Set. A wall of white fog rose up and consumed the battlefield, making it impossible to see more than a meter or so in any direction. Trees, bystanders and buildings, all were replaced by this world of white darkness, a realm in which Set made himself unbeatable. Using his considerable experience he cloaked himself from the Force, made himself one with his environment through focus and discipline. First hidden from simple sight, and now hidden from the true sight granted to those who wielded the Force. Even had Vader had the discipline and skill necessary to hide himself, he lacked the skill to best Set on this field, who had spent a dozen lifetimes honing his talents.

"Te rely solely on the Force is to blind yourself to reality, Lord Vader. Your Force will not save you from me." As he spoke it was as if the fog had gained a voice. An echoing sound that emanated from all directions, betraying nothing of the hunter's location. His feet tread silently as he spun and leapt through the battlefield, any sound he made hidden by the hail of gunfire. His blade was kept sheathed so that the light not betray him, and his rapid movement meant that even had Vader somehow located him, it would be imposible to keep track of him long enough to try anything. "Perhaps if you had not been fool enough to attack me and my companions you would not have been made to face such humiliation, as to be defeated by an inferior opponent."

Having utilised the speed and mobility granted by Ataru, his favoured style of combat, Set had already dashed past the combatants. He had no interest in a frontal assault, where he would be expected. Instead he launched himself forward, even as he used the Force to cast a similar and fare noisier piece of rubble from another direction. Should Vader anticipate this rubble-based attack he would be forced to move either forward, into Reinhardt's assault, or backwards, into Set's assault. Or, of course, the option remained for him to intercept the rubble with the Force, but this would occupy one hand. As he would require his lightsaber to block the hail of bullets being fired at him, any of his choices would leave him vulnerable. A step sent him dashing formard like lightning, a bright blue saber popping into existence even as he swung, the blue arc aimed to slice off his opponent's arm. He would end this with a single blow.

Convergence: The Restoration

- Set Harth, District 14 -

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@Lmpkio

Interesting. What an interesting opportunity. What an interesting time. At first he had thought this to be a place to escape, but clearly he was missing out on a golden opportunity. Oh, what a stunningly interesting place this was turning out to be! Set couln't hide the grin from his lips as he looked over the feared Sith Lord. The dark lord Vader, second only to Darth Sidious within the Galactic Empire. A failed organisation attempting to live up to a legacy to great for them. This was not the Vader who had died aboard the Death Star, by his master's side. This was another Vader, an unknown, an impossible, moreso even than his supposed resurrection. If this world was drawing people here from across the universe, from all over the vast realm of space, then why not the realm of time? Once you've started, why stop? What laws of physics would this phenomena not ignore? It seemed he was now confronted by the living symbol of a bygone age, and being invited into an empire that had died a long time ago. It was surreal, it was beautiful.

Of course, the second surprise came not long after the others, as it was revealed that Reihnardt- no, both of his new companions, were aware of Vader's name, as well as being aware of the Force. Had he misjudged them? Was it perhaps he who had been played for the fool? No, that could not be - he would have sensed such deception. But what if they were not from some other world, from some strange place beyond the borders of the galaxy? What if they were from the future, a future even he had not yet seen? If Vader could appear from the past, then why not the future as well. With but a single sentence, Vader had made this situation far more complicated. How excellent. There was so much here, so much to see, so much to learn.

He would have to add them all to his... collection.

"Revered Lord Vader, I am humbled by so grand a gesture. Certainly it would be an honour to be at the side of two of the greatest Sith in history. But my answer is made moot by the fact that the Empire is fallen, and the Emperor dead. The Death Star destroyed by the Rebel Alliance, and the Galactic Empire overthrown by the New Republic." As Set spoke he removed from his belt his lightsaber, a long and elegant design, but alien to this Vader, who had only seen lightsabers designed by the Sith and Jedi of old. This was a standard Firebrand-style hilt of the New Jedi Order, taken from a Knight with the misfortune to investigate the wrong ancient legend. It was a jet-black design with a thick, stable grip. Holding it out, Firebrand stares down the Sith Lord, emboldened by this knowledge. "Dear Lord Vader, while I am certain this must be confusing for you, you are a relic of the past. And here you are outnumbered, outclassed, and outdated. An outmoded model, fit only for the shelves of a collector. So why not the greatest collector the galaxy has to offer?" Set glanced about at his two companions, confident that they would support him in this battle, even if they would question him afterwards. After all, if they knew even the slightest thing about Vader, they would know that he was both evil, and a dangerous opponent. There would be time for explanation if they survived this ordeal.

"With the pleasantries out of the way, let's get serious here. My answer, formally, is no. But more important is the retort." With a flashing smile Set dropped his guard completely, bright green eyes shining mischievously from between white locks of hair. "How about instead, you join my empire? Either as an ally... or as a limited-edition collectable."

Convergence: The Restoration

@Lmpkio
Nah, writing a post now.

Blakley's Institute For The Supernatural

@SanaChan

^-^
Emily is arrogant, not necessarily smart.... and certainly not used to not being the only person with superpowers.

Convergence: The Restoration

I'm forced to wonder. If you guys keep hitting Magnus with that sword, is he eventually just going to go through a mid-life crisis? Can you make him become vegetarian? Have him retire to a small Pina Colada bar?

Blakley's Institute For The Supernatural

Sorry for the slow posting. School started, and I got distracted by an anime >.>

Blakley's Institute For The Supernatural

- Emily 'Jolt' -

@Silver Carrot

The warnings were lost on Emily. She'd been chased by lynch mobs, hunted down by police, and occasionally accosted by common street thugs, but her abilities meant she could get out of pretty much any situation. After all, few could chase her in a storm cloud, and if she really got into trouble she could always take on her 'monster form' and send them running. Although perhaps the teachers here would be less impressed, she doubted she'd run into much more trouble here than she had anywhere else. In fact she almost wanted to get caught, just so she could show off how well she could get out of trouble. As such she merely shrugged as she continued into the building and hurried up the stairs, occasionally shouting down encouragement for the struggling centaur.

The view was quite nice, although not entirely to Emily's taste. This was the roof of the main building, and it looked down over the other nearby structures. To the right were the dorms, a fat building that looked like it had been there since dawn of time. The only thing that seperated it from fantasy artwork were the occasional silly messages sprayed on in the corners, and the odd sign of habitation. Towels hung out of windows, lights were turned on, and someone had hung a string of Christmas lights off of one of the gargoyles. Below were the main grounds of the school, where the students had thinned out as they found their quarters and roommates. Only a few still loitered, includinga wolf-kid who'd apparently gotten in trouble for something. The view extended far beyond however, revealing a landscape of grasslands spotted with the occasional clump of trees, eventually absorbed into a large forest. Emily had seen it before, and it hardly compared to many of the views she had seen from the tops of skyscrapers. All those trees just made her feel slightly homesick. But she hadn't come up here to see the view, but rather to show it off, and was pleased to discover her new friend's amazement. Although if this did amaze her so, that indicated a critical lack of fun in her life. Something Emily was eager to 'fix'.

Grinning, Emily accepted what she considered praise. Her life WAS pretty amazing. "You should come see the big city some time. They've got towers that make this school look like a mud hut. And elevators, too." There was a slight hint of mockery to her voice, but it wasn't intended in a mean fashion. It simply seemed odd to Emily that a creature with such powerful legs would have so much trouble with stairs, while she oftentimes didn't even bother to take them. "And if you've never been away from the sticks, I'll have plenty to show you. Get you some REAL hobbies." With a slight laugh Emily hopped onto the railing, holding her arms out for balance. As if rising to the challenge the wind picked up, which simply elicited a wider grin. "We'll make an interesting person out of you yet!"