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Ages ago, humanity left Earth for the stars. Eventually, they found a paradise: Eden. And on that paradise were the Juins. In time, the colonization of Eden by humanity lead to a war between humans a Juins. In the end, the Juins lost. Hundreds of years later, Juins are secluded on their own continent and humans make up the majority of Eden's population. But over the past few years, strange occurrences were noticed all over the world. People were seen flying in the skies.

Fights took place between people that could bring down buildings. And at the center of it all is a small number of men and women with amazing abilities. Some of these people want to lead normal lives, and some plot to use the strife to wreck havoc on the world. These people are brought together by circumstance, and those virtuous enough band together, because whether they like it or not, they're Forced Heroes.

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 Act III: Konsorhaven Counterattack!, Downtown Peltraea - Wrath of Kharn
The Hero Force!
The World's Greatest Super-Team!
The Generican Champions
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Oct 7 2016, 04:57 PM Quote


Android Pi
The Machine Man: The Hero Force AI! Danger Awaits!:Fear Rage!
NOTES: None

Android Pi wasn't the first of those to traverse through the portal on to a rooftop in the Konsorhaven city, but he was the first to immediately detect just how outnumbered they were, technology was to thanks for that. It was clear as day that downtown Peltraea was under immediate siege by the barbarian threat, with streams of ki punching through buildings, vehicles, and people alike, but thanks to tapping into various spy satellites, cell phones, and various other pieces of equipment, the Hero Force android had a better picture of what they were up against versus just going off of a collective mass of scalding ki.

"There are several hundred of them in our immediate vicinity!" The Android boomed just as the building shook from an explosion from below. The war between the military, average citizens, police, and the Kagzran was raging intensely down below with no apparent signs of letting up any time soon. They were right in the thick of it.

It was clear that without their intervention, this city would fall just like the others, and it was clear that they wouldn't go long exposed like they were without someone aiming to attack.

And almost right on cue, the world seemed to be bathed in a bright red light. Pivoting, Android Pi unleashed a ki blast from its cannon into the attack that barreled toward them to send it back toward its sender. "The Font or Keya are within a ten mile radius of us!" Pi boomed as the barbarians began to mobilize once it became aware that there was a sizeable threat nearby, "But I cannot narrow it down under threat of combat. We will have to clear the area so that I can recalibrate. By my estimation, however, we are near where we need to be in order to achieve our goal!"

Soranna Metsanja
Wielder Of The Renzani Stone
Capable of Varying Alignment!
36 YEARS OLD
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Occupation: Nomad

Alignment: Neutral

There's a reason folks call me crazy.
Oct 7 2016, 06:06 PM Quote


Well, so much for downtime.

It seemed like just as soon as Soranna and the others made their way out of the portal, they were already being attacked. Granted, a bunch of powered people popping into existence on a rooftop in the middle of a city being attacked by a bunch of raving marauders with axes and swords and the ability to fly would of course capture the attention of someone, she just hoped it took a bit longer before energy attacks were being thrown their way.

Thankfully, the android took care of the first attack, but there was still a bunch of others heading directly for them, and fast. Soranna couldn't sense ki, not via any traditional means, but through the Renzani Stone, she could get more of a muddled sense on just how strong people were versus the more precise methods other used. And even from that vague sense, she got the feeling that the burly and heavily armored individuals that flew toward them at breakneck speeds were a lot stronger than the ones she and Vaska encountered at the start of the invasion.

"These guys are stronger than before!" That was all the Brench was able to get out before a very spikey woman came down right where she once stood with a massive club. Renzani ki wrapped around her, Soranna took to the air with a single leap as the concrete shattered and caved where she once was. And in the split second between the attack and the dodge, one of the other barbarians began to unleash a ki blast toward her.

She was barely able to generate a shield in front of her to keep herself from being shot out of the sky. As the energy began to wash over her and push her back, the former thief tapped into the well of power contained within her stone and mustered up enough ki to strengthen her shield to the point of being able to overpower and push back the encroaching attack right back into its creator.

As the alien man was staggered, Soranna turned the enveloped ki around her body into a solid formation of a crude fist--it looked like one of those cartoon hands a three year old would draw on a stick figure to be precise--and flew directly into the warrior. The collision bathed the rooftop in a blue and purple light before she followed up with a solid axehandle strike to the man's head and helmet, the force of which sent him hurtling down toward the streets below.

The man was only dazed from the strike, but would be out of it for the time being. That still left the club wielding lady, who took advantage of Soranna's distraction to pounce and strike her in the shoulder blades from behind and using superior leverage to drive the Brench into and through the roof into the building maintenance room below.

Ryden Prolae
Absolute Freedom!
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19 YEARS OLD
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Occupation: Traveler

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You know...*those* things.
Oct 8 2016, 01:51 AM Quote


Ryden had decided back at the temple that it would've just been best to go with Android Pi's team, given the fact that the "Lightning Girl" (as Ryden had taken to calling her) and the blue-haired woman seemed to have been hitting things off prior to his arrival on the scene. Besides, like the android said, there wouldn't have been much--if any--point in having both of their fastest people on the same team, especially if their intended target wasn't where they both were. It was a completely logical sentiment, and he wasn't going to argue with it.

It also had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the robot's appearance was somewhat intimidating to the teen, by the way.

All that being said, Ryden's confidence with his decision was seemingly shattered as the world became tinged with a blood-red hue and a large wave of energy came racing towards the currently assembled group on the rooftop, the youth having been so surprised by the sudden attack that he looked like a deer stuck in headlights, his body frozen in place as the blast came closer and closer to their position. Then, almost as soon as it had appeared, the android unleashed an attack of its own, the blast powerful enough to redirect the previous one back to whoever the hell sent it.

Of course, that was the signal for the real fight to start!

Almost immediately, between the android informing everyone that they needed to try and clear the area, and the dark-skinned woman taking to the skies, Ryden drew his vibrosword from its sheath and went running as fast as he could towards the edge of the building and dove off of it, a loud, thunderous crack filling the air as he began to soar through the air and headed for the first barbarian he saw. Taking the offensive, Ryden immediately began locking blades with the axe-wielding, airborne foe, the boy launching a rapid assault of swings with his blade as he pushed his foe back, both combatants fighting at a slight tilt in the air.

This exchange of weapons continued like this for a few more seconds, with the barbarian's attempt at creating an opening being halted at every turn by a powerful downward swing, the force and speed of the blow posing too great a risk to take any chances with, demanding that the barbarian abandon any hopes of counterattack if he wanted to keep his hide intact, and pushing him back on the defensive. Then, directly after a lightly-powered downward strike, Ryden twisted his wrists around and used his powers to propel himself up a bit, using the added momentum to strengthen an upward blow the forced the barbarian's axe over his head and left everything from his abdomen up, open for attack. Taking full advantage of the opening--and of his slightly elevated position above his foe due to his previous attack--Ryden quickly swooped in and delivered a swift, damaging horizontal cut to the burly male's stomach. The results of the attack were, obviously, quite gruesome, but Ryden ended the encounter with another slice to the male's neck, causing his body to fall limply to the streets below as his blood trailed behind him.

A loud crashing sound was heard by Ryden then, and when he turned his head towards the source of the sound, he saw Soranna being driven into the building like a nail by a female assailant, the woman taking advantage of the fact that Soranna had been distracted in order to catch her by surprise. Ryden, seeing an ally in danger, tightened his grip on his sword as he turned around and took off flying back towards the building, though he found his path suddenly being blocked by two more Kazgran opponents, a man and a woman.

Both warriors were dressed in the typical attire of the horde, and they both seemed to have been ready for a fight, but they weren't Ryden's goal right now...no, he had better things to worry about right now! He needed, no, wanted them out of his way! Now!

"Move it!" he roared out, his eyes taking on an almost uncharacteristic fierceness to them as he continued to rush towards the building at full speed, though the barbarians seemed unwilling to comply with him, and instead rushed towards him! It'd be their mistake, as they would soon find out.

Without any sort of hesitation or warning on his part, Ryden--while still moving at breakneck speeds--rose his blade chest-level, and tackeled the male Kazgran with his sword drawn, the blade going deep into his chest, splitting through his spinal cord, and erupting out the other side. Then, as the male had begun to go limp and fall back, Ryden used the still-imbedded sword as leverage to push himself up and give a swift kick to the half-dead, half-unconscious barbarian, using the momentum from the swing of his kick to help rip the blade out of his chest. Then, following through with his movements from when he had extracted his sword, Ryden swung wide with a one handed backswing and cut through the woman's neck, just as she raised her claymore in an effort to strike the boy down. Perhaps she would've managed to strike the boy down, had the weapon not been so heavy. A few pounds less, and a half a second faster, and Ryden would've been dead...much like her, at the moment, really. Still moving in a 360 degree arc, the young Prolae used his free hand to aim at the woman and release a powerful, and extremely forceful wave of pressure at her, forcing the heavily bleeding woman to fly dozens of feet away at dizzying speeds, her body a mere blur before crashing into the side of a faroff building.

Immediately after dispatching the woman, and at the end of Ryden's 360, with his free hand still open, the boy quickly charged up a yellow ball of pure Z-PE and threw it at the impaled male, the ball crashing into their bleeding chest as it sent them careening towards a car down below, exploding upon impact with the ground.

And then it was done. In one swift, fluid motion, both of the Kazgran opponents now lied dead...or, at least, the closest thing to death that they could get, assuming that they got back up like before of course. It was strange though...as cheerful and childlike as Ryden tended to be, right now he seemed like a completely different person. He fought like a man cornered, his movements wild and unrestrained, and with not a single ounce of strength being held back as he brought his full might to bear against his opponents. Honestly speaking, if you looked at Ryden and the way that he fought these people, you wouldn't think that he was fighting for any particular cause or reason. No...with the way that he was fighting, it didn't seem like revenge or desperation; anger or fear...

...it was just violence; simple, bloody violence. He didn't have to kill them, or, at the very least, he didn't have to go so far with it...and yet, for whatever reason, he did. He was a swirl of bloodshed at the moment, with his clothes already dotted with traces of the enemy's blood, and his eyes filled with a wild, almost frenzied glare as he repositioned himself and continued to fly back towards the building that he had arrived on.

Almost immediately after landing back on the building, the boy took off sprinting towards the hole that the Brench woman and her attacker had just created, his body becoming surrounded by a golden-yellow aura as he jumped down the hole in an attempt to save--or assist--her. Ryden was surprised by just how far down this hole had gone, but after a few seconds of falling, he finally would've come across the barbarian woman who had pounced upon the dark-skinned girl from earlier...and, with his sword raised over his shoulder, and with that manic look still in his blue eyes, Ryden swung out towards the base of the woman's neck at a slightly tilted horizontal angle.

His aim was to, clearly, decapitate the woman as he was coming down from the hole, but perhaps the dark-skinned woman would handle her beforehand? If not, then she'd be in for quite the sight...
Seth Karma
Sociopath
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17 YEARS OLD
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SO MUCH FOR THAT NAP...
Oct 8 2016, 09:24 AM Quote


Being perfectly honest, Seth hadn't really chosen his portal for any particular reason. Perhaps he just thought he'd be of more use here. But he'd been expecting combat, as displayed when he burst from the portal in flight and burst forward at an enemy. And the moment his fist slammed into their body, Seth realized something. Perhaps it would have been better to have gone through the other door. Because as soon as his fist impacted, and then smashed through something like a chestplate, bone, and what Seth really hoped wasn't a heart before coming out on the other side; he was punted.

There was no other way to rephrase that in his mind, someone kicked the barbarian and Seth along with them, sending the pair hitting towards a building a good fifty meters off. As they slammed into the side of the building with significant force, Seth could actually feel his bones creak with the impact. Not a pleasant feeling. So, feeling more than a little dazed, Seth flew to what we left of the rooftop and let out a sigh. Something piqued his interest though, even from here he could see it. Ryden, tearing through a oak of the horde like paper. No particular rhythm or style to it, just kinda.... hacking away at them. Still, what he lacked in style and grace, he more than made up for in speed.

He hadn't seen Soranna's display, but he didn't think it would be quite as savage as what Ryden was doing. And then he lost sight of the other teen. Seth took one more second to gain to bearings, and thank whatever deity existed that he hadn't been attacked while trying to figure out what was going on. He leapt off the side of the building and flew towards another member of the horde. Third Art: Comet! He was immediately surrounded by a field of vibrating ki. Then he was betrayed by the deity he'd thanked.

A hammer, around the size of a motorcycle, slammed onto his back and sent him spiralling toward the pavement below. Pain was most certainly a thing as he plunged into a six foot deep Seth sized hole. He was already beginning to hate this horde. The other one was better. Less troublesome. But there was something about this one, a challenge! He flew up to meet his enemy, a brute well above seven feet with a large hammer made from what looks like cracked stone and their ki constantly flowing from the cracks. He could feel the burn along the base of his back where he'd been hit.

Not fun. "Well, now. Seems like you caught me off guard... won't happen again, I promise." Much as Seth would have loved to converse with his enemy, they didn't share the sentiment, opting to instead rush forward with another swing of that damned hammer. Seth wasn't planning on letting that connect. The instant the hammer dropped he moved in, bringing his hand forward and aiming for a strike to their throat rather than trying to block.

He remembered being told once that it was better to duck under the strike than try to block it. If your opponent is quick enough and evades something like that, then they're pretty much screwed. He'd gone in for a hook that time. His opponent had ducked under it, taken a half step in, and then knocked the breath from his body. That wasn't what he was going for though. Seth's hand met with the invaders neck, pushed through it, and was then violently ripped out in an upward motion, splitting the skull of his enemy and sending up a spray of red and white dust and mist.

The young warrior found he'd grasped the attention of a few more, and they were closing in fast. It seemed that the time to rest and plan was over, and with that in mind he flared his forcefield and rushed headfirst towards the threat...
Camelia

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Alignment: Good

Oct 13 2016, 05:02 AM Quote


"Search and destroy. Got it tin man." A flanged voice buzzed into the air as something shot past Pi like a blur of copper and black. It was of course, the one and only Camelia in full combat regalia. And she was squaring up for a fight. The purple haired woman was all soldiered up, gauntlets wielded and a hot fire burning in her eyes as she clapped them together with a bang, an orange lattice of energy flowing from finger tip to the 'shield' plates as she drilled into one barbarian like a cannon ball. The woman grabbing the enraged man by the head as she swung him around like a club made of flesh, bone, and unbridled hatred.

Her plan here was simple in that she was simply going to beat a motherf*#%er with another motherf*#%er and hope to god the bastard's body withstood the impact and force she was about to impart upon him.

On one side you had brutality, on the other, you had insanity and right in the middle of it all? Camelia utilizing a barbarian like a living club with all the ease of someone swinging a tennis racket about. Sometimes it just felt cathartic to just forego some strategy, throw caution to the wind and proceed to lay a brawler beat-down on some people. Which was attracting a lot of attention, mostly because she was using barbarians like melee weapons and mostly because she was doing a bang-up job of it too.

"And of course, make a really big scene." That was her ultimate goal, basically focus the most aggro on herself as she whipped the barbarian towards an approaching group, like a screaming cannonball made entirely of hatred and rage. "Alright boy's and girls. Step up to the plate. Brennen Pfeil." Ki surged and rolled across her legs, turbulent and raw, but seemingly lacking substance until she added a second ingredient to the mix, the ki erupting with heat and fire as the half halo behind her glowed with faint activity.

Then she damn near vanished into a blurring streak of light orange energy, a literal missile that drilled into the now stabilizing barbarian, her foot sinking into the man's stomach as he crumpled in half almost. A foot sized bulge forming at his back before he was shot forward again, a burning missile of ki in his gut that threw him into a small horde where he exploded with amazing force. It was like a tiny sun had just gone off, a small dot of condensed energy that quickly expanded into a billowing sphere of intense heat and light. With just a simple kick, a simple little empowered attack, she had made them into ash.

And then she got slammed into the ground. The ground gave way, caving in as she bounced and felt the same hammering blow drill her into the hard blacktop, chunks flying up and around her as she was quite literally, no pun intended, hammered into the ground with unrelenting fury, rage and hatred. She didn't scream, protest or yell out, merely bounced and flopped then twisted around and drilled one of her gauntlet-ed fists into the bludgeoning device, a massive flail, with a grunt. Her fist emitted that same flash, less intense overall, but more focused and controlled as she returned fire.

Her teeth were clenched tight, and she felt the pain of the blows. Her body would hold together no problem as she met blow with blow, bursts and flashes of energy erupting from her gauntlets as deflected and bounced the human child sized wrecking ball away from her. "Nice sneak attack. Looks like you learned a few things!" She exclaimed with a bark, apparently amused by this barbarians actual use of rudimentary tactics to get a few cheap hits in on her. She almost wanted to applaud their usage of a few brain-cells, there was a niggling desire to clap her hands, but the barbarian wouldn't have shared the sentiment.

There was, after all, only a desire to murder in that pitiful brain.

So when that flail came out again, a blur of gunmetal grey and furious, all consuming rage, Camelia grabbed it. Her gauntlets flashing bright orange as she channeled the energy of her Mächtige Wache barriers into the metal, slagging the brutish weapon in short seconds and leaving nothing but a red hot chain behind. Which she grabbed, wrapped about her fist and yanked the Brobdingnagian monster of a scale flecked monster in. Grabbed him by the head and squeezed as hard as she could until his head went crackle crunch pop and the body went as limp as an overcooked strand of spaghetti, blood and viscera dripping and oozing from the crushed skull.

Then and only then, did she incinerate the bastards head like a matchstick. "This is sort of cathartic in a violence fueled sort of way."
Soranna Metsanja
Wielder Of The Renzani Stone
Capable of Varying Alignment!
36 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Soranna Metsanja has 17 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Occupation: Nomad

Alignment: Neutral

There's a reason folks call me crazy.
Nov 3 2016, 06:16 PM Quote


Don't ever let anyone tell you that getting punched in the face while your spinal cord was used to fracture and sever things it had no right to be trying to destroy in the first place. If they did, they're either crazy or a jerk. Regardless, the sensation of becoming a high speed battering ram wasn't all that comfortable, even with the surge of Renzani ki flowing through and reinforcing her body. The Kagzran woman used the leverage of her mace to keep Soranna's arms pinned in place and continued to hammer away at her face.

A handful of the strikes, the Brench woman managed to worm her head around and avoid, but the bulk of them, she simply had to suck up and take with the hope that at the very least that she'd be in a better tactical position as soon as the invading woman shifted her position. Whenever that happened, of course.

Granted, it probably would be sooner or later now that there was a glowing teenager coming to her rescue.

"My hero!" is probably what she would've shouted had her wrists not been shoved into her throat by a heavy, spiked bludgeoning device. The Barbarian woman could barely turn her head at the arrival of the teenage swordsmen came down with his weapon with the clear aim of cutting this Kagzran woman's head off.

And getting blood in Soranna's mouth, of course! Jackass!

Her eyes wide with damn near nothing she could do in the situation, the Brench thief looked in on dramatic suspense as the sword came down on the woman' s neck, doing....absolutely nothing. At most, the force of the strike caused the woman's chain mail to dig into her flesh enough to draw some blood. All in all, not enough force to take her head.

Once the realization washed over the woman that her head was not going to roll along the floor any time soon, she chuckled and laughed; her Rage spraying from her mouth as if it were saliva. "Nice try!" And with that roar, the Kagzran woman unleashed a massive wave of ki toward the glowing teenager, with the aim of blowing him away.

That act just so happened to provide Soranna with the opening she needed to shift her weight and roll out from under the warrior. And in one fluid motion, she arc'd upward and mule kicked the woman in the side of the head just as she unleashed her ki attack, sending her following the course of her attack through the hole in the wall it no doubt would create in its wake.

"Kid, I hope you moved out the way of that blast!"

Trying to save her and getting burned to a crisp would've been a bad look for him, after all.




Ryden Prolae
Absolute Freedom!
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19 YEARS OLD
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Occupation: Traveler

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

You know...*those* things.
Nov 3 2016, 11:03 PM Quote


Needless to say, Ryden was quite speechless at the sight of the barbarian grinning back at him like a madwoman as a negligible amount of blood flowed from her neck, with the boy's attempts at a swift conclusion to the encounter having been dashed in an instant. By all means, the kid had fully expected the strike to have cleaved right through her neck as smoothly as it had done for the others up until now, though it was clear that this particular woman was a bit of a cut above the rest in terms of raw power.

In other words, it meant that she'd be trouble.

Of course, once the warrior realized that she was no longer in danger of losing her head, she did the most logical thing that one could do in this situation: she counterattacked. After mocking the boy's attempts at ending her life, the barbarian quickly turned around and unleashed a massive and rather powerful wave of ki at her assailant, obviously intending on vaporizing him just as quickly as he had tried to behead her/ Even with the dark-skinned woman's sudden attack at the onset of the blast, Ryden was simply too close to the barbarian to have any realistic hopes of successfully dodging out of the way of the attack...though that didn't necessarily mean that he was defenseless.

Just in the nick of time, at the first sign of attack, Ryden managed to erect a Z-PE barrier around his body before the crimson ki could do any serious harm to his body, though this didn't mean that it negated the force of the blast itself. Because of this, Ryden was--rather forcibly--blown back-first into a nearby wall, the impact itself causing dust, plaster, and various other materials to scatter into the air and envelop the area immediately around the point-of-impact, effectively hampering the visibility of anyone who would've been trying to scan the area for signs of Ryden's current condition...namely, the Brench woman.

For a few moments, there was nothing but silence to be heard from where Ryden had gone flying, with nary a response to the other woman's comment as dust continued to cloud the area. Suddenly, as if though to break the silence, a harshly low, jarring sound could be heard coming from within the dusty area, followed by a sudden flash of yellow as the smoke was forcibly cleared from the area, the cloud being pushed upwards and through the large hole in the ceiling that had been caused by the barbarian's previous attack on the dark-skinned woman.

Once everything had cleared, you could see Ryden standing there clear as day, his sweat-dampened hair covering his eyes and his arms showing signs of fatigue as he panted softly, his yellow-gold aura blazing around him like a flame and illuminating the area, just before dying down and fading away harmlessly.

"You don't have to...worry about me...!" he panted, tightly clenching his free hand as he gritted his teeth, the boy turning his head to the side as he glared over at where the Kazgran woman had been previously thrown. Now that his face could be seen, it would've become quite clear--especially given the lighting--that Ryden's right eye iris had turned from blue to a vibrant shade of yellow, although that manic, wild look was still quite present within the boy's gaze.

"Nothing these freaks dish out is gonna be enough to stop me!" Ryden proclaimed, standing straight up as he swung his blade out to the side with one hand and bent his legs a bit, stooping just slightly forward as he faced the location where his foe had been kicked, the boy taking on an offensive stance as he readied himself for another fight.

Before either party could act though, a strange sound began to fill the area, the noise going from a shrill, grating bass, to a whining, high-pitched treble within the span of about five seconds, with the sounds only becoming harsher as time went on until, at last, the sound reached a frequency undetectable to human ears...well, "normal" human ears, anyway. Soon thereafter, Ryden gave his sword a swing before returning it back to its previous position beside him, the sword producing a sharp, shrill sound as it moved through the air.

This was, to make things simple, a result of Ryden's vibroblade being activated by his powers, with the sounds and noises from earlier being a result of the blade beginning to vibrate at higher and higher frequencies. Typically, as is the case with most swords of this kind, the blade has a built-in vibro function...but Ryden's sword was a bit different when it came to this. In his case, the sword's vibration technology was actually fried beyond all hope of repair, likely having gotten that way prior to him "acquiring" it at a young age. What this essentially meant was that Ryden would have to supplant the weapon with his own energy in order for the vibro function on the blade to actually work, which typically would become a drain on him the longer he used it. That being said, since he was using his own energy to make it work, it also meant that it was more powerful than the average vibrosword, though he had never fought anyone else with a similar blade to see if that were actually true.

"They may look tough enough, but stab their heart or cut off that empty head of their's, and they'll die just like anyone else! Just because they can get up after taking a beating doesn't mean they don't still follow the same rules as the rest of us!" Ryden struck the ground with his blade then, sparks flying as the sword connected with the stone floor and effortlessly left a smooth, deep scar in its stead.

It was hard to believe that the boy who was speaking now was actually Ryden, especially given his words and actions so far, but the truth was...this is how he always acted during a fight. It didn't make the change in personality any less shocking, however. Regardless, he was clearly ready for a fight, his aura beginning to flare up again as a low hum began to wash over the area.

The battle was about to start in earnest now!



NPC
That Which Drives The Plot!
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Nov 10 2016, 08:40 PM Quote


The Kagzran!!!
Violence Personified: The Barbarian Horde! Danger Awaits!:Fear Rage!
NOTES: These Ones Can't Be One-Shotted
Plumes of smoke and ki trailed off of debris, off of the bodies of the Kagzran warriors who made their move to fight the defenders of the city and were put down. As with before, they did not go down lightly. As long as their bodies burned bright with their Rage, they would never fall. They would fight until the end of everything, until their enemies were nothing but the forgotten remnants of corpses, tales spun into the mighty myth of the everlasting Kagzran! So, those thought to be dead or defeated ended up proving that they were neither; wisps of crimson ki exploded from their bodies as many of them began to return to their feet. Holes in their bodies began to fill and clot with energy as their injuries stitched together.

And then there was a handful, who, not only regenerated from the damage they sustained, also began to absorb the Rage that trailed off of the bodies of their dead or dying comrades, absorbing more power into themselves, fueled by their rage of battle. One such individual sucked the Rage directly out of the body of a warrior who seemingly had his head ripped off from his body. This Kagzran fought unarmed up until this point, but instead picked up the massive hammer wielded by his fallen.

That fallen happened to be his brother.

"You dare!" The warrior boomed as his power exploded from his body, growing in intensity due to his anger and the power he gained from his brother. That energy was then imbued into the hammer itself and then hurled with great force toward the dark haired teen, seemingly distorting the atmosphere as it flew. And along the way, each distortion caused the hammer to suck up more ambient ki and rapidly increase in speed while locking on to the kid as if it were a heat seeking missile. He could run, but the hammer would follow.

As did the barbarian, who flew in the wake of the hammer, scooping up a sword along the way.

And then came the revenge force for the heavily armored woman with the big fists.

The woman's tactics were clear--attack with a chaotic flurry and reckless abandon--and they were effective. Momentarily, at least. Two Kagzran, their bodies scorched and covered in the burnt remnants of constructions, vehicles, and their own allies, claimed their way out of the debris pile the woman had buried them under; the plate metal of their armor either ripped off via sheer force or bubbled and melted due to the heat of he previous attack. The surviving woman gritted her blood soaked teeth as she began to pull the shrapnel of her helmet out of her neck, and then crumpled the jagged piece of metal with her hand, squeezing and shaping it until it began some sort of makeshift dagger.

Her blood began to pool on the ground beneath her hand as she did so, her pain fueling her Rage. The woman and her companion moved further into the battlefield, operating similarly to others by absorbing the lingering and remnant Rage from their dying and already fallen into their bodies. "You talk as if we are nothing when it is you who is nothing!" As the woman boomed, auras of pure and unrestrained Rage began to flare, shattering the ground beneath the Kagzran Two warriors took flight toward the purple haired, armored woman, ready to engage her in melee combat.

She wanted to aggro, so the Kagzran would oblige her. In droves, other Kagzran began to join the fray, swarming her as they unleashed a flurry of close combat strikes, and all of them were powering up along the way. So was the Kagzran who remained on the ground, with her newly made dagger. As her ki swirled around her, she took her stance--arms down by her left hip and legs spaced--as she began to dump her power into an erratic sphere. Six pulses of power later, the small sphere consumed entire woman's body as she threw her arms forward, one palm on top of the other as she unleashed a massive wave of Rage, the pressure of which immediately sunk her six inches into the ground. And as the ki blast flew, the barbarians continued to throw blows toward the armored woman, with no intention of getting out of the way in time as long as the woman remained distracted.

And immediately after getting blasted through a hole from inside of a building, the kagzran took one massive leap from the ground and back into the skyscraper, punching through more of the wall and ceiling as she came down from her arc and back into the room containing the teen and the Brench woman. "Freak, huh?" The woman proclaimed, with far too much lucidity and calmness for one of the Kagzran. And then she wiped the blood from her face, smirked, shrouded her body in Rage. "That's awfully presumptuous of you, isn't it?" The woman then swung her arm multiple times in rapid succession, flinging arcs of ki toward the Brench woman and the teenager. These arcs weren't simply stylized ki blasts, no, they were pure, flying corrosion, aimed to cut and burn through any and everything in one swoop, including their bodies.

It was dodge or die.



Ryden Prolae
Absolute Freedom!
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19 YEARS OLD
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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

You know...*those* things.
Nov 10 2016, 11:52 PM Quote


Ryden didn't really say anything to the Kazgran woman once she started to surround her body in her ki...or whatever that corrosive stuff was. Rather than offer a retort to the woman's words, the teen merely shifted his right foot back and gripped his sword with both hands, the tip of the blade pointing towards his opponent as he held the weapon close to his body. He wasn't sure what she was going to do, but the barbarian seemed poised to attack, and Ryden knew exactly what to expect when they started flaring that energy of theirs around their body.

He was unsure about the specifics behind it, but the energy that fueled the barbarians was highly corrosive and volatile in nature, so much so, in fact, that it seemed more like acid than any sort of ki that he had ever encountered. So potent was this energy, that it nearly killed the teen back in Diamond City, the crimson ki having nearly eaten away at the boy's shield within a matter of seconds before Seth's timely arrival. Needless to say, had the other boy not arrived, it was very likely that Ryden would've met a pretty gruesome end at the hand of the barbarian horde, so he knew to avoid that ability of theirs at all cost.

With that being said, Ryden was quite unsure of what it was that the woman was planning on trying to do this time. Despite the close quarters, the woman wasn't really within range to make effective use of that weird mouth-thing that the barbarians did last time, when they all shot their corrosion out through their mouths. Taking into account the distance in feet between both Ryden and this woman, it wouldn't have been hard for the former to dodge the latter's attack, should she have chosen to perform it. Not only that, but this woman seemed to have a bit more going on up in the ol' noggin than the others. What was she planning...?

With a quick flash of red, Ryden would get his answer as a wide arc of blood-red ki came flying at both himself and the dark-skinned woman, the boy's facial expression immediately contorting into one of sudden urgency as he hastily dived out of the way of the attack, coming out of the dive with a roll as he came to a stop and glanced back at the objects and the wall behind him only to see that they had all been neatly severed in half by the crescent-shaped ki blast, with the wall bearing a long, deep cut that served to illustrate the attack's power. This wasn't something that Ryden could try to stave off with his shield for any length of time, that much was clear to him. It was bad enough that it was made out of that corrosive crap, but the sharp curvature that the attack bore made it all the more lethal to him and his companion. Even taking cover wouldn't have offered any reprieve from this attack! No...no, the only way to survive this onslaught would be to dodge and weave through the waves, otherwise both Ryden and his companion would be done for!

So, that's exactly what the boy did; but rather than wait for the woman to either tire herself out or grow frustrated with her inability to hit the pair, Ryden decided to immediately take to the offensive and go towards her, the boy coming out of his brief crouch with a quick dash as he raced towards his assailant with his blade at his side, quickly sliding under another arc of corrosion as he continued his race towards the woman.

The boy's path towards the barbarian was anything but easy, with multiple jumps, hurdles, slides, and dives being performed in an attempt to avoid certain death at the hands of the Kazgran. For the most part, Ryden was actually doing fairly well, the kid making effective use of his speed in order to avoid the sharpened arcs as he drew closer to his assailant's position; but the closer he got, the harder it was getting to dodge them as successfully as he had when he was farther away. The arcs were going fast enough as it was, so it made sense that as he got closer to the one casting them that they'd get progressively harder to avoid, but he was beginning to have some close calls, with the last arc nearly taking his head off.

After the last blade of ki whizzed by, Ryden found himself lying face-up on his back, with the previous arc having caught him off guard with its speed. After realizing what sort of predicament he had just found himself in, he pushed himself up to get a look at what was in front of him...and lo-and-behold, there it was: another arc of corrosion, coming right at him! He managed to react to the sudden appearance of the blade in enough time to--just barely--roll out of the way of the attack, the teen making it back onto his feet at the end of the maneuver, but he knew that it was do-or-die time now!

At this point, it'd have been foolish to continue charging at the woman. The blades were getting progressively harder and harder to dodge with each step that Ryden took to close the distance between the two, and if he got any closer to the Kazgran woman then it'd have literally become impossible to dodge anymore of her attacks. That being said, he couldn't exactly stop here to rest either, nor could he take the time out to charge up an energy blast that'd be strong enough to do any significant damage to the woman...no, with her still throwing out arcs at him, he'd be unable to dodge them and focus his power at the same time; but that didn't mean that he was out of options. No, quite the opposite in fact!

After the woman threw out one more arc, Ryden dodged it and set his plan into motion, rolling to the side as he placed his blade on his shoulder with one hand, and aimed an open palm at the woman with the other. He might not've had enough time to gather his energy for a concentrated blast, but he was close enough to the woman now that he could use his Zero-Point: Attract ability with positive results, the boy clenching his once-opened hand at the woman as he then pulled it in towards him, a burst of pure vibrational sound flooding the area as he did so.

Since Ryden had closed the distance between both himself and his assailant, the ability would've had a much greater pull on the woman than it might've if the boy was still farther away. To her, it would've felt like some invisible being had wrapped its hand around her form and then violently dragged her forward with enough force to make it feel like her skeleton was about to be ripped from her body. Needless to say, it would've been a rather unpleasant feeling on her end, and it was about to get worse...

Once she had arrived at her (assuming she hadn't managed to break out of the initial pull) predetermined destination--directly in front of Ryden--she would've been met with the boy's sword coming directly at her in an upward diagonal arc, with the blade easily slicing through the ground beneath them as it careened towards the woman, the sword poised to strike at the lower-left side of her ribcage as it whirred through the air with a high-pitched whine.

Ryden's eyes were intensely locked onto the Kazgran's, his one golden iris bearing a faint glow as the teen gritted his teeth and put his own weight into the upward strike as well. The woman had managed to take his strike before, but could she really afford to do the same now that Ryden's own power was coursing through his blade? It was something he would find out the answer to soon enough...
The Hero Force!
The World's Greatest Super-Team!
The Generican Champions
YEARS OLD
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Nov 19 2016, 08:24 PM Quote


Android Pi
The Machine Man: The Hero Force AI! Danger Awaits!:Fear Rage!
NOTES: None

A barrage of vicious energy volleys pelted the force field of the mechanical Hero Force member, but Pi was far too entrenched for it to do any noticeable damage. Though these Kagzran warriors were putting up far more of a fight than the ones did back in Generica, the machine man had a fairly decent handle on them, especially with the sizeable amount of backup.

These people may not have been the Hero Force, but they knew how to handle themselves.

Momentarily dropping the field, Pi unleashed a sizeable wave of ki from his arm cannon, ripping directly through an oncoming wave of Rage. The Barbarian behind the assault was swept up in the attack, but there plenty to bumrush the machine and drive the Android straight into an overturned bus. As Pi grated against the fractured and torn steel, the Hero Force Android was able to get an arm free and deliver three powerful blows to the face of one of his attackers, which caused her to loosen her grip. Afterward, he unleashed a series of taser cables on another, and the howl he let loose echoed throughout the city.

From there, it was only a matter of getting to a standing position, using one Kagzran to bat the other away, and cycle power reserves further. While standing, the scanners within its system began to go crazy, registering energy signals that were off the charts. Confusion wasn't really a thing that plagued Androids like it did organic individuals, but it did take awhile for Pi, and the scans to come together in unison to determine the cause: the Font or Keya were beneath his feet.

Once cycle of power later, Android Pi ripped through the street with a single energy blast and immediately dropped down into the subway system, coincidentally, not too far from where the others had gathered, and was close enough to see the Kagzran woman, Shala. He mentioned the warrior--Vaska Pi immediately recalled his name was--mention him, and it was fortuitous that he was already there.

"I am the tin man that he has mentioned," Pi exclaimed rather casually, "Though he jests, for I am not made out of tin. We do need to get out of here, however."

Seth Karma
Sociopath
Capable of Varying Alignment!
17 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Seth Karma has 68 posts. Offline. played by Noir









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Occupation: Depends on the day

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

SO MUCH FOR THAT NAP...
Nov 20 2016, 06:44 AM Quote


Seth hadn't even glanced down to his previous victim, currently locking arm with rage fueled blade. The comet technique was proving less useful than before, with his ki coated arms no longer tearing through flesh and steel as though they were paper. It seemed these warriors were much not competent now than the previous ones. Some even displayed a prowess for tracking his movements like the wolf man back at the lookout. Had he simply gotten lucky with with hammer wielding savage? He felt a blade pass through the vibrating field of energy and lightly graze his side. It startled him. Enough that rather than retaliate he bolted, straight up.

What was he thinking coming through that portal? Had he expected this to be as simple as it had been before? That the horde would be as easy to handle as a common man? He'd torn a hole in one of his enemies chests, and they responded with fists of iron against his face. A broken cheekbone and some torn skin. It was painful. But he healed. He had the stamina to fight, but he was running out of ideas on how to go about it. Truthfully, he'd never really had to use his mind. He hadn't encountered anyone more powerful than himself, so his fists had always been enough.

Now wasn't then. He went over his inventory of skills. He had the five arts, a basic knowledge of medicine, those fruit pieces in case he needed some emergency rejuvenation, and a hammer tailing him. Wait. What was that last part? He glanced back again and saw that, while he had escaped from his previous situation, another had followed him. The hammer he'd removed from the first barbarian he'd slain was now pursuing him, and behind it was another member of the horde. He was fairly powerful as well. Definitely stronger than the one he'd darted away from. It was time to stop running though. He didn't know what came over him, but the sense of fear was beginning to cease.

He started gaining speed, flaring his aura as he ascended higher and higher with energy beginning to form along his arm. Soon enough he reached the peak height, and just in time as the hammer was nearly upon him. Seth took a deep breath before turning back and flying down, corkscrewing to build velocity quicker. Within mere moments he met with the hammer, and he met it with force, driving his ki filled arm against it with power the teen wasn't aware he had. The hammer seemed like it wouldn't give way at first, but within a few short seconds of Seth's connection, the cracks that had formerly been pulsing with energy split wider; before the hammer shattered. As did the bones in Seth's hand and the joint in his elbow, but that was alright for now.

Except for the part where he recoiled in pain, letting loose a choked cry of agony. For all his big talk on the lookout when Vaska had threatened the breaking of his hand, Seth couldn't really say it was much more than that. Talk. This hurt like a mother fu- No no. This was manageable, just calm down, stop thinking about it and focus on healing it. He thought he was out of the woods, having forgotten about the Avenger coming after Seth for his brother. But that was remembered very much quickly when the Barbarian came swinging at Seth with the sword. Not cool. Seth moved to evade the Barbarian, blasting back down towards the city. If he wanted Seth that badly, he'd have to try harder than that...
Soranna Metsanja
Wielder Of The Renzani Stone
Capable of Varying Alignment!
36 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Soranna Metsanja has 17 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Species: Brench

Occupation: Nomad

Alignment: Neutral

There's a reason folks call me crazy.
Dec 8 2016, 03:07 AM Quote


Shit.

As the Kagzran began to fling arcs of her corrosive energy, Soranna hesitated. Through the entities within the ring, she was able to get a vague sense of the power behind the ki attacks, and the power she felt scared her. The casual bursts were far more powerful than what she expected for the effort that seemed to be given in their creation, and it took her off guard.

Block you baffoon!

The voice rang within the Brench woman's head--she flinched of course--and then tensed as she drew Renzani ki from the stone and pushed it out of her body to create a haphazard construct of a haggard and misshapen shield to protect herself from the assault. Her protection in place, Soranna braced for impact while her companion made effective use of speed and agility to dodge the assault. It immediately became clear why he did what he did when the Kagzran's attack punched clear through her shield as if it were nothing.

And it took far more ki than necessary to make up for the former thief's lack of reaction time in this instance to shove her body to the side in order to avoid a likely death right then and there. She just barely got out of the way, sustaining a a very damaging scorch mark along her torso and thigh, tearing through the materials of her clothing and leaving an intense burn on her leg and stomach.

She'd live, but it hurt like a bitch!

Unfortunately, she had several more of the powerful arcs heading her way. And with defense not being an option, she followed the example of the teenager, utilizing speed and agility to bob and weave around the attacks in an effort to get closer to the barbarian that the two were combating. And then, the kid did.... well, she couldn't really explain it.

All Soranna knew was that there was some sort of annoying noise, and then the barbarian woman showed signs of discomfort and then began to fly toward the teen, seemingly against her own will. Soranna stopped as she watched the kid basically summon their opponent right into his sword. the blade entered her with comforting and almost disturbing ease.

Opting to take advantage of the situation, she mustered up her ki into two solid masses, shaping them into comical, cartoony fists, both of which were then sent toward the woman to come at her from her sides, crushing her under their force while she rested on the teen's blade.

But it didn't work.

Not because the attack fizzled out, but because getting stabbed in the stomach wasn't enough to stop the crazy lady! With no more effort than throwing her arms out to her sides, the Kagzran woman halted Soranna's attack and began to laugh, crimson ki and her own blood spewing from her mouth as she did so.

"Good effort," The woman stated as she spit, or damn near threw up, a significant amount of blood to the floor, "This might be useful though." And right then, Soranna's constructs began to flicker before being seemingly absorbed into the Kagzran woman, the blue and purple toned ki of the Renzani stone mingling with the exotic, almost neon red Rage, dancing around her body in unison.

As the tri-colored ki sprang to life around the woman, she blasted it outward in a massive, all consuming, yet harmless wave through the whole room, bathing Soranna and the teen both in the light. Confused, Soranna attempted to focus, as if to reclaim the own power that she used, but it was to no avail.

And then the energy solidified into a ball, not only drawing from the Kagzran woman, but what energy Soranna was also actively generating.

'I think I'm going to borrow this." And then, the fringes of the ball began to pulse, ripping through the plaster and concrete of the floor they were on, threatening the foundations.

STOP USING YOUR POWER NOW!

By time Soranna could hear the voice, it was already too late. The Kagzran woman had already utilized the Renzani ki she hijacked to turn the construct inward on the three of them in some sort of makeshift pressurized dome that began to fill with Rage.

A split second later, everyone's stomach was in their throats.

or at least, that's what it felt like as Soranna's stolen power was used to punch the makeshift ball through countless floors of the building at high velocity, suspending the three in freefall as the barbarian's blood--she was still on the sword after all (and the movement probably wasn't doing her organs any favors)--and pure corrosive ki floated around, making the bubble a very hostile trap for all of them.

And then, with yet another laugh, the woman pulled herself off of the blade, once again using the hijacked Renzani ki. "This is going to hurt, I'm sure. I'm not staying for it." Leaving Soranna and the teen trapped in the ball of death, the Kagzran woman freed herself from the bubble and took flight just mere moments before the deadly construct collided with the building lobby, exploding with barbarian and Soranna's own energy with enough force that the entire structure rumbled with damaging force several stories up.

Ryden Prolae
Absolute Freedom!
General Populace
19 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Ryden Prolae has 132 posts. Offline. played by MKULTRA









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Occupation: Traveler

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

You know...*those* things.
Dec 10 2016, 10:53 PM Quote


Ryden's strike had--much to his satisfaction--managed to strike true, his blade plunging into the Barbarian's side with a sickening stabbing sound, like a hunk of meat was being cut up by some impossibly sharp cleaver. Blood had begun to flow down the blade and towards the pommel, pooling up around the guard just above Ryden's own hand as drops of the crimson liquid began to freefall to the ground underneath them, a subtle dripping sound breaking the silence of the room as the teen held his blade in place, his eyes locked onto the woman's with an unmoving, unsympathetic glare.

As previously mentioned, Ryden felt oddly...vindicated in this. He felt...satisfied in having managed to plunge his blade into this woman's torso, with not even an ounce of pity being present within him. Perhaps he was just being cruel but...well, he had never taken satisfaction in lashing out at someone like this before, no matter how much he had been slighted by the assumed party or parties. It was a strange feeling to him, but not one that was entirely unwanted. It disquieted him to admit it, but something inside of the boy actually liked this feeling of catharsis, this feeling of a vengeance that had been fulfilled. He wouldn't mention it out loud, not here, anyway, but it was something that he'd likely need some time to understand; but that would come later. Right now, it was time to take out the trash...

Then the woman began to speak.

"What?!"

That's all that Ryden could say as he was forced to come to the realization that not only was the woman still alive, but that she was capable of still moving and speaking as well! Ryden had figured that she'd still be alive, even after a strike like that, but being able to speak and move as well? No, that shouldn't have been possible, even for someone like her! The blade had entered just under her left ribcage, meaning that it would've shredded up one of her lungs, filling it with blood. Clearly this was the case, seeing as how the warrior was practically vomiting up her own blood, but that should've rendered her unable to move, the woman choking on her own blood! The teen knew that these Kazgran had regenerative capabilities, but was this just a result of that...or was she just pushing through with sheer willpower? The answer was unclear, but one thing was for certain: this woman wasn't done just yet!

Ryden wasn't sure what she was planning, but there was no time to bask in his own satisfaction! He had to drive the blade in further, and quickly! But before he could do anything, two violet-purple fists came flying at the woman, both constructs poised to crush the woman while she remained skewered on Ryden's blade, but the boy knew that something wasn't right. No, if the woman could still move and talk, even in this state, then...

"No! Stop! Don't hit her with--!"

Too late, it seemed. With a mere gesture of the hands, the woman caught both constructs with alarming ease and quickly began to drain the power that was fueling their creation, absorbing the dark-skinned woman's power for her own as she released a wave of tri-colored ki from her person, the energy brushing harmlessly by all objects in the room and bathing everything within sight in an ethereal light. Soon enough, the warrior's intentions became clear as a brilliant, thrice-colored orb of ki surrounded the trio of combatants, shattering the ground beneath them as they all began to rapidly fall towards the bottom floor of the building, the Kazgran's corrosive ki filling up the large orb--now more like a prison--as she began to fly away from the death trap that she had just created, apparently confident in the attack's power and it's ability to finish off both of her foes.

As much as Ryden tried when it came to halting the woman's escape, he was ultimately unable to prevent her from prying herself from his blade and leaving the two to their apparent fate, though it wasn't an easy escape. The teen's blade had struck both deep and true, and their violent descent through the building certainly wouldn't have done the Kazgran any favors when it came to her wound. In fact, ripping herself away from the blade probably would've made things worse than they already were, especially when you factored in the fact that the sword was still subtly vibrating from Ryden's energy. Regardless of how bad her injury was, the fact of the matter was that she still managed to escape her own attack, and now it was up to the other two heroes to try and survive the inevitable impact.

With that being said, Ryden was clearly none-too-happy about the fact that she had decided to escape when she did, the boy openly gritting his teeth as he ragdolled through the air, his skin noticeably beginning to bleed due to the corrosive energy surrounding him. With one loud, furious shout, Ryden clenched both of his fists and scrunched his body up, his other iris changing from an ocean-blue to a golden-yellow as he brought his force field up around his body, the boy using it as a means to protect himself from both the corrosion and the eventual explosion that would soon follow once the orb crashed into the ground. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that once this glorified bubble popped, all of the energy stored inside of it would have to go somewhere.

Ryden had experience with this corrosion before, and while his force field did eventually succumb to the sheer potency of the crimson ki, it managed to hold out against it long enough for help to come and bail him out of the mess that he had gotten himself into. He didn't understand why or how it was possible, but something about the energy that he used seemed to be naturally resistant against whatever it was that these barbarians were throwing at him; or perhaps it was simply that, because they had never encountered an energy like his before, they didn't know how much power was needed to actually breach his defenses? Whatever the reason, it was a blessing, and it seemed like it would save his life, at least as far as the corrosion itself was concerned. The explosion itself would likely be a different story...he'd survive it, if he was lucky.

But what about the other woman?

In the midst of one of Ryden's twists and tumbles as he freefell through the air, his eyes briefly locked onto the dark-skinned woman's form, golden irises momentarily lingering on his companion as he suddenly remembered that she too was trapped in this sorry situation. Much of the woman's power had been absorbed by the Kazgran warrior just moments ago, and what's more was the fact that they had been surrounded by her own energy. What if she was unable to summon a barrier around her while she was in this trap? Could Ryden really just let her take the full brunt of the impact like that? Sure, he might still get injured by the explosion, shield or not, but he still had the benefit of added protection. This girl had...well, nothing.

At the end of it all, and without thinking much about it, Ryden made his choice.

With a kick of his legs, the boy rushed towards the dark-skinned woman with all due haste and wrapped her up in his arms, essentially giving her what amounted to a bear hug as he tried to concentrate as much as he could on his shield, using every fiber of his being in an attempt to expand the barrier as much as possible. His energy control was, honestly, quite lackluster in comparison to everyone else's, but the kid was making due as best he could, and you couldn't fault him for that.

It took a great deal of effort, but in the end the kid managed to do it...somewhat. What once started out as a fairly compact, human-sized orb that surrounded him, ended up turning into a larger, misshapen, and unevenly distributed barrier, with the majority of the protective energy surrounding the woman, and not Ryden himself. In essence, Ryden had made himself more vulnerable in order to give his companion the protection that she needed, though this wasn't entirely his intention. He had intended to evenly distribute the power between the two, though he simply wasn't proficient enough with his own powers in order to pull such a feat off.

Regardless, a few moments later the tri-colored orb violently smashed into the ground floor of the building, and detonated with catastrophic force, the shockwave from the explosion spreading out in all directions with such power that it even managed to cause damage to the rest of the building itself, with many of the windows of the building shattering at once and causing a shower of glass to rain from the sky and pelt the streets below.

Ryden had been forcefully catapulted from the epicenter of the explosion, and, by extension, the woman as well, the teenager having been brutally embedded into what was left of a nearby wall that was directly opposite of where the blast had just occurred, the boy clearly in a terrible state directly following the forceful detonation.

The blast had, as mentioned previously, taken quite a toll on the teenager, with the boy's shirt having been utterly scorched and disintegrated from the left sleeve to the chest, with the rest of the article bearing many burn marks or tatters in the cloth. His pants were in no better state, with the right pant leg missing everything knee-down, though the left leg was, comparatively, in a much better state. There was also a great deal of blood present on the boy as well, with many patches of skin on his arms and chest bleeding profusely and showing clear signs of corrosion damage. Blood could, just like back in Diamond City, be seen flowing from his head as well, though most of the bleeding seemed to have been originating at the back of the boy's head, with the crimson liquid flowing around to his face and forehead. Judging by the spatter mark on the wall in which the boy was currently embedded, one could infer that he struck his head on the concrete directly following the blast.

At present, Ryden's head was pointed downwards, with his body stuck in the wall in a half-sitting, half-standing position; with some blood flowing down his arms and towards his fingertips, the liquid slowly pooling up around his nails and then gently dripping down from his fingers and onto the broken floor beneath him.

At present, it was hard to tell whether the boy had perished in the explosion, or if he had simply been knocked unconscious due to the force of the blast and his subsequent collision with the wall. This was, of course, to say nothing about his companion's well-being, despite his efforts to shield her from the blast. One could only hope that Ryden's efforts to protect her hadn't gone to waste, despite the cataclysmic power of the Kazgran warrior's attack.
Shala The Inquisitor
The A'Liot Butcher!
Those Of Malicious Intent!
57 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Shala The Inquisitor has 6 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Species: A'Liot

Occupation: Assassin

Alignment: Evil

Resist; I'd enjoy the workout.
Dec 18 2016, 04:04 PM Quote


While the cacophony and insanity of the Kagzran horde raged on above ground, there was a similar sense of dread two and a half stories below the skyscrapers and footsteps, buried beneath asphalt and concrete. As scores of people attempted to huddle inside of the sprawling, winding paths of the of Peltraea's subway system, their momentary and relative safety was disrupted by a series of explosions from the subway tunnel. A few seconds later, the remnants of a train car tumbled out into the opening, causing a stir among the survivors of the Kagzran attack that sought refuge.

A flutter of some sort of blue energy and a faint trail of crimson came into view immediately following the car, followed by what could only be described as some sort of rippling distortion in the air that headed into the tunnel proper. Whatever the distortion was, it immediately came into contact with a multitude of arcs of electricity, and was promptly snuffed out of existence. "Run all you want. I can do this a lot longer than you."

Through the haze of energy and plumes of detritus, the Kagzran Inquisitor came into full view of hundreds of people. As one would expect for such a situation, plenty of people pulled out their phones and began to record footage as the A'Liot woman casually walking through the wreckage. After all, what else was there to do other than document the occasion? If Shala were in the tunnels, there was the possibility that other Kagzran were as well. And where would these people go? To the surface? That was certain death at this rate.

At the very least, she had no intentions of striking out against these individuals. Now, should they die during the conflict, so be it. But she had other things to concern herself with. "Just step away, Avaria, blue women are my favorite. Encountering your kind on this backwater side of the galaxy is quite rare, and I'd much rather keep you around. Leave the monk and I'll make sure no one kills you."

"I'm not going anywhere!" The apparent Avaria boomed as she stood in front of a heavily injured robed man. The Avaria began to summon her energy once more, dousing her body in what could only be described as blue wisps of energy that seemingly distorted the air and atmosphere around her.

"Valzaria, what are you doing?" The monk cried, tugging on his current protector in an effort to get her to start moving.

"I'm saving your life!"

"Preparing to die is more like it." The blue manifestation of energy grew quite large and immediately flashed with a green spark of energy before shooting forward, redshifting in flight as it headed toward the Inquisitor. Shala paused and smirked as she stared down the attack, and simply reached out and pointed at it with her index finger; her intent was to poke the attack and destroy it without any harm coming to herself.

Unfortunately for her, she misunderstood the nature of the energy and was immediately engulfed by it prior to it exploding. The resulting concussive force, along with the massive explosion on the surface, damaged a significant portion of the subway tunnel, causing it to collapse and bury Shala under several tons of debris.

The Avaria woman--Valzaria--took that as her cue, and took off running further down the tunnel with the monk in an effort to escape.

Bemused, Shala ripped herself free from the pile after about half a minute, and simply began to chuckle. "You can run all you want, Avaria, but you can't keep that monk and the Font from me forever."

Vaska

General Populace
Thirty YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Vaska has 8 posts. Offline. played by Glennard









Character Information

Species: Arcuul

Occupation: Mercenary

Alignment: Neutral

Dec 30 2016, 03:53 AM Quote


"No, but can delay long enough for more reinforcements to arrive, gray skin." A voice perked up from behind, gruff and soft-spoken, almost mechanical, with a metallic tinge. But it wasn't a machine, it was a man, a tall man in black armor that pulsed violet purple like the steady beating of a heart. He had come to the tunnels of the subway system not to escape the chaos above, but to search of his own accord and report back on whatever he may find. Be that it was a total flop, or that the font, unlikely as it may be, was down here.

The font was down here, bad news, one of the kagzran horde had found it, them, first. Now he had to get a message out, somehow, as he kept his focus on Shala and gave a soft snort. "You two! Find large tin man, he looks like statue of gold, likely fighting barbarians while looking for you. Find him and you'll find the others I'm with. We're here to find you before they do." He drew his sword and snorted, thin wisps of dark violet energy, like smoke, roiled off his body as he slid a foot forward, the arcuul man adopting a fighting stance as the ground rumbled, shook and a chunk of it shot forward like a bullet train made of twisted pipes, track and stone, infused with a twinge of ki and shaped like a razor sharp wedge.

Surprise ground gladius aside, he began to rapidly compress ki inwards, forcing and spreading it through his flesh and fur beneath the armor, and even into the armor and sword themselves. Making good use of his stone hands, Bastion form. The general strategy here was pretty simple. Boost defense and provide ample distraction before regrouping with the others and hopefully the font, if she took his words to heart. But if he could injure Shala, even a little, enough to slow her down even a smidgen, he'd mark that off as a small victory.

He was experienced enough, thanks to his experience in fighting actual battles in the arena and even against bandits as part of his father's training, to realize she was someone he shouldn't fight head on without others as back up. But sometimes you had to tell your gut instinct to run away, to shut the fuck up, bite the bullet and take one for the team. Didn't hurt that he had two slices of that senzu peach from the lookout to help him if he screws up. "Can't let you go after them fish eyes."

He growled softly, hackles raising as he prepared for a fight. One he wanted to hopefully walk away from.
Incar
That One Guy
General Populace
22 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Incar has 13 posts. Offline. played by Incar Nadine









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Species: Juin/Human Hybrid

Occupation: Great Buy Retail Guy!

Alignment: Varying Alignment

Jan 18 2017, 07:34 PM Quote


Incar was a great many things. Upset, with the lack of a hotel reservation even though he'd called the day before and they'd told him he explicitly had a reservation, room 2003, pool view. Disappointed that his intended vacation was now sidelined because he would have to get back on a plane to go back to Vargas and back to classes and his job. Brightside about going back though, he'd get to see his younger sister again. Oh, and lastly he was peeved because a little while ago all of the peacewas shattered and things began going wrong in all meanings of the word.

Now, he was running through the streets, a little girl in his arms and a few people close behind him. He remembered the location of a subway tunnel he'd seen on the way to the hotel, he'd intended to take it back to the airport when he got done at the hotel, but well. Now it was going to serve as somewhere for these people to hunker down and weather out the horde. Hopefully they would keep combat above ground. Hopefully.

Incar rushed down the steps into the underground, leading his group of seven to safety. He was just about to breathe out a sigh of relief when a sound rumbled out from deeper in the terminal. He set the girl down with the others to rest and looked for anything he could swing at someone. Fortunately some people had abandoned their luggage and Incar was able to spot the one thing that could very well save his life. A baseball bat. They could stop bullets. He'd seen it on TV once. From there he pushed and shoved through the crowd, activating his telekinetic barrier just in case.

The scene he came across was some crazy woman with an older gentleman hiding behind her. It really made him feel proud of the people of his generation. Stepping up to defend their elders. At least, she looked like she could be his age. Maybe a year older? Best not to say that one at the moment. He whipped out his phone and took a few pictures for himself. No point in just wasting a good opportunity, right? He then watched as the blue skinned woman released some burst of energy.

He thought for sure with the look on the other.... woman(?)s face that she could and would take the hit with no harm coming to her person. Fortunately for everyone, that seemed not to be the case, as when it came into contact with the woman she was immediately hurled backward and subsequently buried under enough rubble to probably even hold him down.... And then the blue skinned chick ran. Like, bolted. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger for a few seconds. Until something interesting happened. And by frightening Incar would of course mean "ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLY HORRIFYING" And he'd stared down his aunt when she was mad.

Incar was about to step in when some guy in purple and black armor. Black and purple? Yeah, black and purple armor came into the scene with an apparent intention of fighting the gray skinned woman. Incar took another pic of the armored man before putting his phone away and pushing out of the crowd, slugger at the ready with his barrier around it to reinforce the durability of it. As it was now, it could possibly handle a tank shell from decent range. Decent meaning several hundred yards. He watched as the man in armor opened up with an attack that reminded him a bit of telekinesis. The ground itself seemed to rip itself up and hurtle forward at his command. Which was more than a little interesting.

But he had come down here with a purpose. To protect those who couldn't protect themselves. He didn't doubt that this man couldn't defend himself, but he couldn't do this alone. So, with hopes that he could be able to get in under her radar, he surged forward with speed in an attempt to get behind her.

And then swung for the fences with a telikinetically reinforced bat at the back of the woman's skull.
NPC
That Which Drives The Plot!
Omnidirectional Narrative Puppet
YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker NPC has 16 posts. Offline. played by SBC









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Feb 10 2017, 12:45 AM Quote


The Kagzran!!!
Violence Personified: The Barbarian Horde! Danger Awaits!:Fear Rage!
NOTES: These Ones Can't Be One-Shotted
The remnants of the stolen power wore off swiftly for the Kagzran woman immediately after her escape, barely lasting long enough to protect her from the explosion that she caused. The force tossed her backward herself, plowing into a handful of her associates before skipping along the shattered concrete sidewalk. With the grace of a lumbering, injured warrior, the woman flipped back up to her feet and chuckled at the sight of some shrapnel deep in her shoulder.

She left it in for humor's sake.

An updraft of ki allowed her to take flight back toward the heavily damaged building and her two opponents that lay buried under a mountain of rubble. As she landed at the base of the pile, a handful of other Kagzran arrived, their Rage burning with the intent to blast the two to hell and back, but she halted their movement.

"No, these two are mine," She proclaimed as she shrouded her arm in her ki and then siphoned off some Rage from another barbarian. The combination force was used to punch through the debris and reach in, where she then grabbed the Brench by her neck and hoisted her out into the open. "That's no fun," she stated, "Doesn't look like you took the full brunt of the attack; that kid's effort no doubt. Guess I'll have to make up for it..."

"Fight me you coward!!!!" The barbarian boomed as the teenager he pursued took off running. Crimson ki poured out of his eyes and mouth as his own Rage wrapped around his body; the fool may run, but the Kagzran would chase. And chase he did. the armored man took flight after the teenager, bobbing and weaving around his Kagzran while he chased the kid.

As he flew, the man began to unleash a series of ki blasts toward the teen. He was going to hit him and he was going to get him to stop. Then, he was going to kill him.

"No one flees from Müll!!!!!!"



Ryden Prolae
Absolute Freedom!
General Populace
19 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Ryden Prolae has 132 posts. Offline. played by MKULTRA









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Species: Human

Occupation: Traveler

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

You know...*those* things.
Feb 20 2017, 12:01 AM Quote


It was cold...so very, very cold...

A dark, silent, motionless sea of unconsciousness. That's where Ryden found himself floating now, his body hovering mutely within the emptiness of his own subconsciousness. While floating here, he felt a chill wash over his body that he had simply never felt before, a cold that resonated throughout his entire being and froze his very core. It made movement impossible for him...or perhaps it simply made him not want to move? It was...well, it was hard to tell what was what anymore, honestly.

But alongside this chill was also pain; a deep, searing, white-hot sense of agony that ran alongside the cold that was mentioned above, and combined with it to produce something that the boy had truly never experienced before. The sensation pervading the teen's body was truly indescribable, and try as he might, there really was no way to accurately explain exactly what it was that he was feeling right now.

The only word that would truly come to mind right now would be "death".

Perhaps that's what this feeling was...perhaps he was dying? He had always heard stories about how when people were dying, they would tend to find themselves in places like this, surrounded by total darkness, until a light eventually shone through, beckoning them forward and towards the--supposed--afterlife. 'Were those stories true?' Ryden would wonder, eyes slowly moving around as they took in the vast, all-encompassing void that now held his limp body in place.

Is this really what death felt like? This unshakeable, brutal cold; this unending, all-consuming pain...was this what it was like to die? There wasn't even some mystical, ethereal light at the end of it all, it was just a deep, unpenetrable darkness. Was this where Ryden would spend the rest of eternity? Unable to move, unable to even see what would become of Eden? Would he be...trapped here?!

No...not that! Anything but that! He couldn't, no, wouldn't take it! This cold! This pain! He had to get out of here, he had to!

He yelled, he shook, and he struggled, but try as he might, he was unable to move even the slightest from his position. The only thing that he could do was look around and blink, and even that was starting to become a strain. This was the first time that he had ever felt so helpless...so weak...so...

So...

"Pathetic..."

A voice...! One that he didn't recognize at that! Who...where...?!

A few moments after hearing this voice, Ryden's eyes immediately shot open, with the first thing coming into the teen's sight being his own badly damaged and still-bleeding body. Many of his other senses started to come in slowly after that, starting with his hearing and working their way back up to his sense of taste...specifically of the blood in his mouth.

The sounds of battle could be heard off in the distance, and Ryden could feel the blood leaving his body, along with a splitting headache and a faint ringing in his ears. It was difficult, but he was able to at least pick his head up to try and get a better look at everything that was going on, though he was forced to blink constantly to get rid of the blood that would find itself streaming into his eyes. Any attempts to move the rest of his body--hands and feet included--resulted in no response whatsoever, and, in fact, most of his body felt numb. He was, effectively, immobile, and he could feel his consciousness starting to fade again...

Well, until the barbarians showed up again, with one of them--the one responsible for Ryden's current condition--punching through the rubble and digging out the very same woman that Ryden had just saved, the woman appearing to be in no better condition that Ryden himself .

Seeing that certainly seemed to sober the teen up a bit, with his shimmering yellow eyes focusing in sharply on the scene before him as he lightly gritted his teeth and shook his arms, trying to break free of the wall that he was half-embedded in. Given his bloodied and beaten state, it was clear that he wouldn't have been going anywhere anytime soon...at least, not with this level of strength.

A light-headed feeling started to come over Ryden again, and his eyes started to grow dim as his eyelids began to close. He was slipping back into unconsciousness...but who would be waiting for him on the other end this time?
Seth Karma
Sociopath
Capable of Varying Alignment!
17 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Seth Karma has 68 posts. Offline. played by Noir









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Species: Human

Occupation: Depends on the day

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

SO MUCH FOR THAT NAP...
Feb 21 2017, 09:39 AM Quote


Coward. Well, Seth certainly had heard that one before. It wouldn't be the last time he heard it either. Not if he could help it. He was up against an enemy he had little to no information about as well as a slight power disadvantage against, it only made sense to try and stay out of his reach for the moment. The teen glanced behind him to see the barbarian dodging and weaving between the other members of the horde with ease, startling ease. But Seth had an idea to counteract that.

He sent out echos, feeling his surroundings as he started building up an array of seekers. One, two, three, four, fi- Something nearby exploded. Seth took a sharp right around a corner and looked back to see blasts of energy being hurled about. He imagined their intended purpose to be knocking him from the air. And honestly, he really didn't like that idea. But he was close to his desired area. A lovely little stretch of land with what looked to be a developing skyscraper, roughly sixteen stories into the air.

Seth was going to drop it, he finished up his seeker cluster and made an abrupt halt above the building, turning to face his enemy with a tight stance. He wanted to be able to take off again if the need arose.

"Alright, you want a challenge, come at me then, die fast, I've got a quota to meet!" With a thrusting motion of his arm, the seekers presently gathered went on a high velocity beeline for his pursuer. Seth just hoped things were going alright with everyone else.
Gash

Those Of Malicious Intent!
1,000 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Gash has 0 posts. Offline. played by Gash









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Species: Demon

Occupation: Space Pirate

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Feb 21 2017, 04:20 PM Quote


Gash came upon the scene of this momentous battle. He didn’t particularly hide his presence, he stood out in the open. His power signature was not hidden either. Gash was a frightening looking being, an unholy union of undead and demon. His body lacked any kind of flesh, it was all ivory bone. But it was no frail looking skeleton, his body had bulk to it. You could not see through him like a stripped skeleton. His body had a skeleton appearance but it was more like his flesh WAS bone.

He wore a fabulous black fedora on his head, the feather proudly swaying in the air. A matching black and red cape wore on his back flapped elegantly in the wind. The Lady Veronica, his trust rapier stayed sheathed on his left hip. On his right was a strange sack that appeared to shift every once in a while. The skeletal demon didn’t join, either side. Instead he sat back and watched. In his hand a rose played, a rose that he found at some point on his journey here.

He slowly lifted it up to his face to take a sniff, even though he lacked a nose… Gash let out a sigh, “Oh boy, what have I missed during all these years of sleep?” he let a small chuckle escape his lips and he watched from the sidelines. He wondered what situations led to this moment. But it seemed clear who was good and who was bad. These barbarian types seemed impressively strong, he wondered if this band of goodie two shoes had what it took to stop them. It all seemed like fun, he kind of wanted to get involved. But for which side? The barbarians certainly would provide an entertaining challenge. But it was always so much fun to put the boot to the good guys. Decisions, decisions… He slowly made his way forward, closer towards the fray.
Camelia

General Populace
30 (24 Physically) YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Camelia has 39 posts. Offline. played by Glennard









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Species: Pariahim

Occupation: Soldier

Alignment: Good

Feb 26 2017, 06:06 PM Quote


Camelia looked onward with a plain expression, one that was as nonchalant as they came. The woman was right, she was nothing, a speck of dust on the cosmological scale of the universe at large and she was okay with that. "You're right and wrong, we're all nothing if you look at the big picture. As individuals, we're alone, fragile, weak....like new born infants." She began to float back, pulsing her energy to zip and zag along erratically. "But you picked the wrong goddamn planet to throw your emotional temper tantrum on, you genocidal pack of psychopaths!"

And that's when she revealed something else about her. Despite all the close quarters fighting that she was so fond of, Camelia could still fight at range as the halo on her back began to glow and a faint shimmering ring of mist appeared between her hands as she continued to fly backwards. Camelia lacked the general focus for precision beams, that or she couldn't be assed to do them, but she could make high yield explosive rings that were like a ki blast on steroids thanks to her unique energy combination and she was busy making and tossing several right now towards the approaching barbarians. Basically her 'basic' ki blast was like a super hot ball of explosively condensed plasma, a bit like thermite, if thermite could cause a diamond to sublimate to vapor with about the force of an exploding hand grenade.

Which she used to good effect, severing a limb here and there, maybe vaporizing someones head if she got lucky, which she did at least once or twice.

But there was no sign of them stopping as she found herself pushed back into a corner, pushed into a tight spot with that roaring beam after her and everyone pounding at her from all sides. "Don't get your hopes up you bitch!" Camelia focused and surged energy into both her legs, more and more and yet more still, her legs erupting with a roiling cascade of energy. If she couldn't dodge, she'd go straight through as she exploded downward with a Brennen pfeil, her foot had burst through a barbarian's torso with a brilliant burst of heat and fire as she launched herself straight at the ground like a missile streaked in a raging inferno.

Hit the ground like one too as the area erupted, kicking up dirt, dust and debris as something flashed through the cloud of smoke, breaking free with a growling roar. It was a second Brennen pfeil, charged alongside the first and shot off like a screaming bolt of fire, aimed right for the women's exposed torso. "Cause I don't fancy dying here today."
The Hero Force!
The World's Greatest Super-Team!
The Generican Champions
YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker The Hero Force! has 25 posts. Offline. played by Hero Force!









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Feb 27 2017, 06:18 PM Quote


Android Pi
The Machine Man: The Hero Force AI! Danger Awaits!:Fear Rage!
NOTES: None

A barrage of vicious energy volleys pelted the force field of the mechanical Hero Force member, but Pi was far too entrenched for it to do any noticeable damage. Though these Kagzran warriors were putting up far more of a fight than the ones did back in Generica, the machine man had a fairly decent handle on them, especially with the sizeable amount of backup.

These people may not have been the Hero Force, but they knew how to handle themselves.

Momentarily dropping the field, Pi unleashed a sizeable wave of ki from his arm cannon, ripping directly through an oncoming wave of Rage. The Barbarian behind the assault was swept up in the attack, but there plenty to bumrush the machine and drive the Android straight into an overturned bus. As Pi grated against the fractured and torn steel, the Hero Force Android was able to get an arm free and deliver three powerful blows to the face of one of his attackers, which caused her to loosen her grip. Afterward, he unleashed a series of taser cables on another, and the howl he let loose echoed throughout the city.

From there, it was only a matter of getting to a standing position, using one Kagzran to bat the other away, and cycle power reserves further. While standing, the scanners within its system began to go crazy, registering energy signals that were off the charts. Confusion wasn't really a thing that plagued Androids like it did organic individuals, but it did take awhile for Pi, and the scans to come together in unison to determine the cause: the Font or Keya were beneath his feet.

Once cycle of power later, Android Pi ripped through the street with a single energy blast and immediately dropped down into the subway system, coincidentally, not too far from where the others had gathered, and was close enough to see the Kagzran woman, Shala. He mentioned the warrior--Vaska Pi immediately recalled his name was--mention him, and it was fortuitous that he was already there.

"I am the tin man that he has mentioned," Pi exclaimed rather casually, "Though he jests, for I am not made out of tin. We do need to get out of here, however."

Valzaria Malrazz
Avarian World Knight
Sikai Kishin Of The Kishinkei
87 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Valzaria Malrazz has 2 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Species: Avaria

Occupation: Sikai Kishin

Alignment: Good

Feb 27 2017, 09:06 PM Quote


She could hear the sounds of the Kagzran woman, taunting her after her attempts at putting her down were laughed off. Common sense told Valzaria to take the monk and keep running, try to get as far away as she possibly could and create some significant distance. She couldn't allow allow the Font to fall into the wrong hands.

But common sense was defeated by the sounds of the battle that raged on overhead coming down to meet her. A casual glance behind her lead the Avaria to see a massive mountain of a man--an Arcuul, the people on this planet seemed to call them--tackling the barbarian woman. A flutter of speed told her that someone else was joining the fray as well.

And then, not even a moment later, a mechanical man came down from above, opting against fighting Shala and coming to her aid instead. "Thanks," she exclaimed, taking what moment provided by the intervention to actually catch her breath; it seemed like an eternity since the last time she did.

"Which one of you is the woman named Keya?" the Android asked, and before she could respond, her companion monk answered in her stead.

"Lady Keya is elsewhere," The monk chimed, "We thought it best to split up. We knew the Kagzran would come for us eventually, and being away from each other meant that we had a greater chance of keeping the Font away from them."

"Yeah, funny how that turned out." Valzara glance back at the others battling Shala; her training told her to stay and fight, but her duty told her to flee. "Let's get out of here while we still have a chance."

"Agreed." The machine man stated prior to the three of them taking flight and hightailing it out of the subway tunnels as fast as possible.

Shala The Inquisitor
The A'Liot Butcher!
Those Of Malicious Intent!
57 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Shala The Inquisitor has 6 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Species: A'Liot

Occupation: Assassin

Alignment: Evil

Resist; I'd enjoy the workout.
Feb 27 2017, 10:40 PM Quote


The A'Liot chuckled as the mountain of a man moved into her line of sight, very clearly attempting to block her from her true objective. The other Kagzran would be writhing in anger at this point, brimming with hatred over the fact that someone dared to not only stand in their way, but not already be dead. Shala on the other hand, she really didn't care less. One man, two men, none of it really mattered to her.

In the end, they'd all be dead.

"You think I care how many people you have with you? You're dead all the sa---" Shala was interrupted by the dark furred man unleashing some sort of indiscernible attack that blasted toward her like a rocket. She didn't have enough time to actually figure out what the hell it was, but it was still plenty of enough time to actually react.

Her sword was snatched off of her hip and held out in front of her body with both hands, acting as a makeshift shield during the collision. The force behind the impact caused her to move backward a significant distance, her feet digging a trench through concrete and severing the steel of the tracks as she was thrust back. Most people would've been concerned by the sudden turn of events; the last time she fought this planets warriors, she managed to defeat them with nary an effort, and now they're unleashing flurries of attacks. To be fair, the Inquisitor hadn't encountered this man before, but still.

And as she prepared to counter the attack, someone else appeared behind her and struck her in the back of the head. The strike didn't hurt nearly as much as it caught her by surprise, and of course, she dropped her focus on the initial mass she was resisting.

A matter of seconds later, she, and the massive chunk of debris disappeared down the subway tunnel. The sound of an impact and the bellowing of dust followed not too long after that.

And then, just like that, the mass came flying back, in chunks. The woman wasn't aiming at anything or anyone specifically as she parted the dust obscuring her sight, she was just showing off the fact that she was relatively unscathed. Scuffed up and a gash across her forehead, but she enjoyed that part.

Even as the blood dripped into her right eye and down her lips.

Shala's body radiated with teal colored ki as she casually floated back into few, eyeing the man who attacked her from behind while splitting her focus to her initial furball attack. It was around this time that she noticed that the Avaria, and the Font along with her, fleeing from the tunnels. And as much as she wanted to enjoy killing these two in front of her, she did have something to do.

Losing the Font was not that thing.

"Let's continue this upstairs," she said with a smirk as her left hand began to be pumped full of ki. A few seconds later, she unleashed her Zenon-Sha. The ki blast wasn't aimed at the two warriors, but toward the streets above, carving away steel, soil, concrete, and asphalt with little effort, threatening to crush and bury any civilians nearby along the way.

She then went topside, utilizing a sudden surge of ki flooding into her body for a boost of speed so potent, she practically vanished from sight. Even with her skill, it still took two uses of Flash Steps to get to the surface through the hole she created, and in the position to spot the Android and the Avaria fleeing the scene.

And curious enough, there was a....skeleton in her line of sight?

Odd. Though she'd been to many places in the galaxy, her experience with magic or seemingly magical entities wasn't that vast, but she chalked up the walking sack of bones to being sort sort of magical incarnation. She shrugged though, he was in her way and he was already dead--or looked it--so she went about her business.

Shala's ki boomed once more as she unleashed yet another Zenon-Sha down the street in the form of a massive, jagged, arcing wave of ki.

The Hero Force Android and the Sikai Kishin weren't going to get away with the Font, that much was for sure.

Obliterating a pile of bones was just a bonus.



Vaska Incar Gash
Ryden Prolae
Absolute Freedom!
General Populace
19 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Ryden Prolae has 132 posts. Offline. played by MKULTRA









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Species: Human

Occupation: Traveler

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

You know...*those* things.
Mar 1 2017, 03:36 PM Quote


Darkness had fallen and, once again, Ryden found himself floating amidst a deep, black void in what he could only assume was his own mind...or maybe it was somewhere in-between this life and the next? He didn't know, and maybe he didn't want to know, but this was where he was, much to his own displeasure. At least he was able to move around this time, so there was at least that.

He immediately recalled the last time that he was here, paralyzed and helpless, when a voice rang out over the otherwise silent darkness, the shock of having heard such a sound being enough to snap the boy--albeit temporarily--back into consciousness. It was a voice that he hadn't immediately recognized; dark, hollow, and most of all...cold. Cold like the darkness that currently surrounded the boy, like the person behind the voice had gone through a lifetime of hell so bad that he had hardened himself because of it. Still, Ryden had no idea who the voice belonged to, nor did he know why they were here.

Just what was going on here? Confusion was slowly beginning to give way to frustration as the teen struggled to comprehend everything that was happening to him, while also being aware of the fact that the dark-skinned woman's life was in danger as he was stuck here! If he thought it'd get him out of this mess faster, then he would've just shot a couple of energy blasts out at the darkness, but he couldn't seem to muster even a fraction of his powers in this place!

"See? That's why you're in this position now. You're always so damn hasty..."

There it was again, that voice! Ryden swung his head around in an attempt to find the source of the speech, and, much to his surprise, found himself laying eyes upon someone else in this impenetrable darkness! They had their back to him, whoever they were, and wore a white, tattered-looking t-shirt and white denim pants, with the pants looking to have been in much of the same condition as the shirt. Their sneakers appeared to have been white as well, though the soles appeared to have been covered in dirt. One of the most curious features of this person was their snow-white hair, which bore a light, wind-blown appearance, and the ethereal glow that seemed to have surrounded their body. Whoever it was had their arms crossed over their chest, and they didn't appear to have any intention of turning around to face Ryden.

"You wouldn't be here if you had just let that woman handle the blast herself. You would've had enough power on your own to at least survive the explosion and stay conscious had you just kept your shield to yourself. Now you can't move, and that woman's going to die anyway. You let yourself get hurt for absolutely nothing."

"Hey!" Ryden called out, quickly dashing over to the anonymous individual as he spun them around and grabbed them by the collar, pulling them in towards him as he gritted his teeth. "Watch your--!"

He stopped himself short once he got a good look at this stranger's face. As it turned out, this person wasn't so unfamiliar to him; in fact, it was quite the opposite: he knew this person very well. The face was what gave it away, obviously, but there were other things too. The golden irises, the pendant--albeit rusted--hanging from his neck...no, there was no mistaking it. This was...

It was Ryden...although, this version of him bore the changes listed above, most notably the white hair.

"Wh-what is this?! What's going on?! Who are you?!"
"You don't need to worry about that right now. What you do need to worry about are the barbarians out there getting ready to kill you and that woman. But first--"

Suddenly, Ryden felt his alternate's hand press against his chest, and then, in but a mere moment, he was forcefully blown back well over a dozen feet away from his doppelganger, his body ragdolling for a little while as he struggled to stabilize himself in this empty space.

"--get off of me."

Slowly but surely, this "copy's" voice had begun to sound more and more like Ryden's, though it never lost that cold, callous tone behind it. Not only that, but this copy seemed to have had the same powers as Ryden himself--he could tell right away that he was hit with a Zero-Point: Repel--while also being able to use them in this empty void. Once he finally managed to stabilize himself, he merely looked on towards his doppelganger with a scowl on his face, the teen debating whether or not it'd have been a good idea to attack the copy. If he was the one keeping him here, then that would certainly leave Ryden with no choice but to attack; however, it was readily apparent to the boy that he was, effectively, powerless in this place, while his copy apparently had all of his power perfectly intact.

Thankfully, the alternate Ryden showed no signs of any further aggression.

"You shouldn't be here, you know. In fact, I'm not altogether sure how you got here in the first place, but I'm willing to bet that it's due to the grave injuries you've sustained. Some sort of 'defense mechanism' I guess. It doesn't really matter, though. Those barbarians aren't going to kill themselves, and you've been here far longer than you should be." The alternate Ryden rose his hand then, a wave-like distortion appearing around their hand as they did so. "Time to go back to your own world."

"And just how am I supposed to do anything?!" The boy called out, bawling both hands up. "I'm dying out there! I don't even have enough power to hurt any of them anymore! That lady's gonna die, and all I'll be able to do is watch!"

"You must have a bad memory," the alternate began, using his free hand to mockingly tap the side of his head, "because I seem to distinctly recall the old man giving you something, no? I believe he mentioned that it would restore you to 'perfect health'. If I were you, I'd make use of something like that...but the rest is up to you. I hope I don't see you here again."

In an instant, a loud, thundering sound filled up Ryden's ears and he immediately found himself back into the fray in the real world, the feeling of fresh flowing blood trickling down his face doing a surprisingly good job of keeping the boy lucid as he sluggishly looked down at himself. To his pleasant surprise, he found a simple little piece of cloth tied around his belt just as his doppelganger had mentioned, and he also found himself remembering the old man's words regarding the objects inside of the pouch as well. They were "Senzu Peaches", weren't they? Whatever they were, if they could get Ryden back into fighting shape, then he had to take one, now!

Moving his arm hurt. A lot. Something must have broken in it after the explosion, and it didn't help that it was becoming increasingly difficult to see due to his blood getting into his eyes, but after a few seconds of feeling around he finally managed to grab ahold of one of the peach slices that the old guardian had provided for him. After lifting the slice up to his mouth and chewing on it, he was surprised to find that the beach tasted rather bland, but after swallowing it, he started to feel...well, something.

It felt warm and fuzzy at first, and then it just hurt. It hurt an astounding amount! His muscles expanded rapidly and locked up, his stomach started to ache, and his heart was beating so fast that he thought it'd explode! Then, almost as if though nothing had ever happened, he went back to normal: his heart calmed down, his muscles returned to their normal shape, and his stomach felt like it was full...surprising, but certainly not in a bad way!

But this was no time to marvel at the powers of the peach...he had some barbarians that needed killing!

With his injuries healed, Ryden's hair quickly began to spike upwards as a wave of pressure fell over the entire area around him, his irises shining a brilliant golden color as his aura flared up around him and blew away the concrete that he was trapped in, the teen letting out a defiant roar as he broadcasted to all present that he was, in fact, still alive...and in good condition at that.

With anger--and a distinct bloodlust--in his eyes, the teen stood tall and reached for his blade, only to find that it wasn't sheathed in the scabbard on his back. After taking a few moments to look around, he discovered the blade deeply embedded in a nearby wall. He reached his hand out towards it, and, with a sufficient application of his powers, the blade rose out of the concrete and flew towards Ryden, the boy catching the sword by the hilt as he furiously swung it down by his side and--in the same motion--pointed the blade towards all of the barbarians present, a high-pitched whine coming from the blade to indicate that Ryden was supplanting it with his own powers.

"Put her down." He demanded, eyes filled with hate and pupils contracted to illustrate just how furious he was at this point. After a brief silence, he pointed his blade directly at the Kazgran woman. "You're not thinking about runnin' away again, are you?"

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