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Post by wildkuma on Feb 19, 2009 11:04:37 GMT -5
"Caden...what is going on with you...what have you become..." The eruption of Dark Aura lingered on for several seconds. Yet when the initial attack had been completed, the geyser of energy subsided into an orb, engulfing the warrior in a secure little sphere. Even though the globe was of dark energy, Aiden's vision was not obscured in any way. To those looking from the outside, all that could be seen was blackness; to Aiden, it was crystal clear: Crystal clear to see this entire atrocity unfold before his very eyes and within his very hands. Everyone had their internal stuggles, but this...this was wrong. What Caden was enduring through, what he was undergoing just wasn't conceivable. So much pain, it was like Aiden could feel some of the infliction upon himself. So much pain, and for what? Was this what Caden truly desired down in his heart? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "All this pain and suffering...We are not the only victims here, you do understand that. Can you sense their pain...Kira, Rhea, Fenrir, and even Kamille. Can you sense it, or have you become too blinded by your lust for power? Well, I can sense it. It hurts me more than any wound you could possibly hope to inflict upon my body. You haven't grown any stronger: Even if you kill me, someone stronger will be provided in my place. Though, I do not wish to die, nor do I have any intentions. Listen to me: Look at what you have become! You haven't become a savior, or a guardian, but a monster! You have turned into the enemy of the world, and the puppet of Erebus. Whatever hope you have for you and your people; whatever future you desire; what ever dreams you hold onto, will be wiped away by the hand of that wicked Emperor, as a vapor in the wind. And, as a guardian to this planet and its inhabitance, I will not stand for this man, nor will I let you, whether you do it blindly or willingly. I will see to it personally that this pain and suffering ends. I've known loss; I've known loneliness; I know pain that I hope you nor anyone else will have to endure, and I will make sure that those in my heart will not bear those pains, even at the cost of my own life, though not by your hands. If you dare stand against me in this plight, then...as my duty to the planet, the inhabitance-Humans, Raiken, Pokemon, and all others...I will use everything within my grasp to kill you, even the black Aura that has been bestowed upon me. I only hope...that the others can forgive me. Kamille...if you can hear me...I'm sorry. I should have acted sooner; I could have been stronger. Maybe, had I been those, you wouldn't have had to gone out alone. I wish I could have shown the same strength and will you do now: Perhaps you would make a far better leader than I. But I had to let it come down to this. This was the only option I made to make me focus. But believe me: I never wanted this to happen! I swear... But... I cannot back down now. I understand that he is your brother; I don't want to fight him; I don't want to hurt him; and I know he is not himself. Within his mind, his soul...there are forces at work that I do not understand. Kamille...I need you, I need your help. But, please understand: If nothing occurs...I will have no choice but to destroy him. If it must come down to that...all I can do...is ask for your forgiveness. No matter what happen though, promise me that you will continue on. You can't die, and you can't give up. You're too vital for the survival of the Academy, and all of our friends and loved ones. Should something happen to me...I'm leaving you to watch over the Aura Academy...and please, look out for Fenrir and the others. I know that they would be the happiest with you around. Just promise me that you and everyone else will be the Light for the Academy... I'll be the Darkness."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Whether Caden could or could not hear Aiden bear out the final thoughts of his soul was unknown to the dark guardian. The sphere of darkness began to shrink instead of dissipate, as if being re-absorbed into the one who first called upon it to action. Soon, a pair of wings became visible, then another pair, and finally a third pair appeared. The corrupted Adamantine covered his entire form, save for his eyes, which were brimming brightly with Mako. Aiden was kneeling on the ground on his right knee; his adamantine gauntlets gripping the ground intensly as small surges of Dark Aura visibly jumped from one "vein" to another. The SOLDIER glanced upwards one last time to meet the eyes of his opponent, only to meet a glare of malicious intent. Caden's form now reverted into the beastly Chimera, signaling that the time had come. Aiden slowly lowered his head with closed eyes. The pledge to never revert back into this creation had been broken. The space for his eyes had sealed shut, leaving no part of the original body exposed. Aiden seemed to grip the earth fiercely as this occured, adding more effect to the increased number of surges. At first glance, one might have thought that Aiden was on the verge of lashing out towards his foe with claws that cried for blood. Had this duel taken place 6 years ago, such an assumption would have been correct. But this time was different. both the Adamantine and Dark Aura in their semi-consciousness had pledged their allegiance to the boy, and it was showing just to eb that. Aidne slowly rose from his kneeling position, raising his left hand and glancing towards it. He appeared...amused and pleasently surprised. He twisted his wrist, examining the back and front of his hand, almost as if he was marveling at the sight. His psoture suggested that the boy was in control of his form; calm, but ready to attack at any given second. Six years ago, he was a ragin youth out for revenge: Now...he was a a true WEAPON. Perhaps incomplete, but WEAPON no less, and a WEAPON in control of its actions and emotions. Aiden held onto his black Keyblade within his right hand, but its counterpart had disappeared. In its place, Aiden manipulated more "cracked" Adamantine within his left palm. First, the mineral took the form of some sort of staff, until a blade at the tip revealed the true nature of this weapon: A lance with a hooked tip. Aiden took a second to twirl the lance, getting a feel for the weapon as it had been a short while since he weilded one, but perhaps another reason was to show that he was indeed in control. As a final act of his control, Aiden placed the Keyblade flat-side in front of his face pointing upwards; just as he had done before when he made his earlier pledge. He remained absolutely silent however, just as he did those years ago. He had not lost the ability to speak: He simply refused to utter any words in this form, though he could portray his thoughts. His sight now relied on a slight mixture of normal vision and Aura empowered sight, so the obstuction of his eyes by the Adamantine was of no concern to him. A Chimeran noble versus a imperfect WEAPON...This field was set to give birth to a most tremendous battle. It would bear the ultimate pride and honor to the victor, and to the loser, it would bear their shame and remains. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Pay no attention to the ignorant dullard and his fool-hardy words. Destroy him, and fufill your destiny. Show them all that your will is the only Absolute that will stand!"
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Post by wildkuma on Feb 19, 2009 11:16:16 GMT -5
Theme: Arms of Shinra(DoC) www.youtube.com/watch?v=caSXxp7mp3k Naomi was proving to be quite the persistant pest, but the Black Widow refused to let its target slip away, nor did it show any signs of slowing down. The machine had sealed enough exits and hallways to deter the target away form least favorable pathways. Now it had only become a matter of time before she would find herself within the trap. The mech did not watse much ammuntion in the chase; occasionally it would fire several rounds of its machine gunor a short blast of the particle beam cannon to keep the target en route to the foyer, but for the most part simply chasing the target was enough to keep her moving. Eventually, the machine had completed its first objective. The target was forced to relocate to the main floor of the foyer, which happened to be a particularly large room. Normally, there were five exits out of this room, but both exits on the west side had been blocked off by debris. The Black Widow managed to cover the East side exits, at leats until more troops could arrive and block one of the exits; of course these exits only lead back into the depths of the mansion. This left one last means of a true escape form the horrid Shinra Manor: the main entrance. Yet, someone stood guard over this entrance as well. The one behind the entire Deepground operation within the mansion. She stood with a smile on her face, and blood;ust in her eyes. "Ah, so good of you to join us darling? Are you having fun?"-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Theme: Rosso the Crimson www.youtube.com/watch?v=AM-3i8N_hbQ&feature=related The crimson assassin stood calmly, taking a second to laugh as she held her weapon by her side. A she laughed, two more DG SOLDIERS appeared in the upper east exit; what had happened to the others, Rosso paid no attention. Indeed there should have been more troops than two, but this did not matter. The Black Widow set its weapons to standby and crept sideways in a stealthy manner, having no intentions to pounce as of yet, but kept a weary ocular scope on Naomi. Three exits, and all of them had some force guarding it tightly. "You're quite a ways from home now aren't you? It's very noble of you to come by yourself, but not the smartest decision. I hope you were able to find everything you needed, though...it will do you no good now. Is there any last words you wish me to deliver to your comrades?" As she held out her weapon, the Widow raised its beam cannon, and the two SOLDIERS placed the girl within their sights. They had every intention to finish Naomi within this mansion by any means necessary. Her blood would be joined with those who suffered their fates here as well, whether by execution or atrocious experiments. Yet all of Deepground was unaware of the unidentified intruder, who had just passed the corner leading into the foyer hallway. The Black Widow failed to detect the unidentified heat signature as it focused on the primary objective. The troops could not hear the silent footsteps of the enitity. In mere seconds, this man's true intentions were about to be brought to light, and made into reality. But as for now, all that could be heard was the laughter of the wicked Tsviet, and the rotating gears of the mecha-spider as both prepared to slay the Academy student.
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Post by wildkuma on Feb 19, 2009 11:24:17 GMT -5
It is as if I've been cursed...the corrupt legions...even now, they desire to either strike me dead or draw me into their despair...
Is this the only way I can end this?"
Grave eyes looked about the masses..a stream of change and motion dashed to a halt before the stand of handful of souls. She'd entered the room with impulsion, and now it had all degraded into mere confusion. Yes she'd been swift...yes, all appeared to continue as she hoped, but suddenly, her path was destroyed and reset for annihalation? What went wrong? She simply couldn't fathom it as she bore witness to the voices of those around her, the creak of the Black Widow's Gears and the laugher of the crimson Tsievet. But no acknowledgement was given to their presense. Her eyes dashed between the blocked exit routes...the idealic finish which had just been snatched from her reach. She moved about, turning to view each opponent before coming to a halt in the center of the room. It had been somewhat easier in the final stretch before the foyer. The level of pursuit had lessened as she drew closer, perhaps due to the fact she was nearing the intended destination and attention was diverted to preparing for her arrival. he managed to set back a few traps for them should they have chosen to follow her direct trail, but she never became aware of whether they became of any use. In the meantime however, the same ensued for her pursuers...they began to spread towards all angles, assuming more control over direction. Sensing the energy levels closing in...and one much greater than what was usually detected, she reserved her power for a possible encounter. But without capacity to create her own path through the building, she was herded directly into the region they initially intended her to take, and hence the dire straits. Perhaps if she'd chosen to contiue with her own creation of a course through the building, and diverted her energies entirely to flight, perhaps the situation might've been avoided, and the quarters made more suitable for the coming conflict...
But she hadn't forged her own path, and now she had to deal with the consequences of such a decision. The Tsievet's laugh was only to prominent as her expression changed from shock, to determination then frustration, as with every alternate route viewed, she'd found it to be solidly obstructed. She was sealed in like a caged lab rat, and it hadn't changed her outlook on the necessity of swift timing for her mission.
"...Nothing survives in that woman's soul but dementia and hatred.
She must be one of the Tsievets..."
She looked for a moment to the Black Widow and the SOLDIERs in the opposite corners of the room, equally emotioness and armed to the teeth. Had she not been so tense, the girl might've turned away in despair, recollection of the past turning her thoughts to those of prior failure. But despite her currently determined appearence, what she felt beneath the surface was more than regret or pain. More than what she had felt through the entire escape to the continent of Gaia...and something she had not felt for the span of several years...
[Maybe...if I had asked him earlier...I would understand....I would understand how this company came to be so corrupt. These SOLDIERs...they know nothing more than blood and cruelty and pain. I can't hold back if I hope to defeat them, but still...I...I just don't possess that kind of strength...the kind of strength Hadnar, or you brother, would've borne...and now I've left Aiden's life at risk as well...
Caden...Aiden...I'm so sorry it has to come to this...it would be impossible...to think I might defeat them all and still have strength to save Jaeger...
But even so...I can't give up...no matter what the cost may be.]
Fear. It was not the condition she'd hoped to find to motivate her. She had almost forgotten how it felt to lie within its grasp. She could feel the empty pit in her stomach and the chill in her spine after sensing the opponent's energy levels, the current activity of those in areas far beyond. It was not a pleasant fact to embrace. But it was not for herself that she found this fear...it was knowledge of what might arise if she failed to act soon enough to stop the fighting...of what might happen if she halted them too soon and settled the last chapter in her history. Fear for whom would perish because of her neglect and whether she would ever be able to keep the promises she made.
[...I wish I could hear your voices again...that perhaps you could hear mine alone even...if only to know that I'm not a coward who chose to abandon you and be slain. Perhaps I'll never have a chance to tell you how sorry I am for letting things get out of hand. But it seems that everytime I've made a mistake, it would end up with with you having to suffer for it. Well, know that I never want something like this to happen again. I want to live...I want to fight as any other would, even if I don't deserve it. My life may be expendable now...but that doesn't mean it cannot be put to any use...
Brother...I wish I could tell you I still held faith in you. Rhea...I wish I could prove myself worthy of your trust. But Aiden...you who had nothing to do with this and was drawn in due to unjust circumstance...know that I will ease your pain. You'll never have to be troubled by either of us again...we will return to the mountains and deserts from whence we came...but for now...I'll need your strength if there is to be any hope of escaping the darkness...for me or Caden...
Please, just hang on a little longer...keep your spirit strong and wait for me. If this is the final chapter, so be it. But know that I will save you both....I swear it!
Perhaps I will not be able to tell you, share with you all that I'd hoped, but at least I can say I'll be here when you need me...after all, I promised I'd serve as the light, remember?]
Her hands swiftly moved to her sides, rising up to reveal two metal plates...certainly miniscule and unimpressive compared to the dual blades wielded by Rosso, but they were reinforced with olden runes, and in this, they bore great strength. Upon her arms, a set of bangles had replaced the regular bands, glowing materia contained within and shining with her fervor. Her eyes flashed with determination, conviction and hope, combining to create an presence that could not be ignored. She might die here...but her influence would remain in the lives of her allies.They had chosen the wrong warrior to threaten with pain and death. She was above these things...her life was no longer hers alone.
"...You and I both know that we've come here with a purpose; it's best that we act swiftly about fulfilling them. If you have any second thoughts about the matter and decide to turn back, I won't hold it against you. But if you choose to barr my path, I'll have no choice but to retaliate."
Any trace of indecision or reluctance had been wiped clean from her now, and she viewed the crimson Tsievet now with the knowledge that defeating her meant life for her comrades.
"I've no time for pointless chatter or pleasantries. But know that if you still choose to fight, you will lose, be it by my hand or that of another. And the scars of this battle will be etched into you for eternity. This, I assure you."
It was all that remained to be said, and all that would. The girl was done with words, done with acting passively and hiding her presence. She had a conviction she'd yet to feel overcome her in a long time....and confidence in the fact she would be able to fulfill her task. Now all that remained to be said was whether she'd be able to accomplish it in such a manner that she'd be left with no regrets. Her staff flew to her hands, glowing with the energies granted by her will. This day, Shinra would come to know the power the Raiken people. and perhaps she would come to know her own potential. It all rested upon one held breath, the rise of metal arms, the first step forth into a tempest of despair...
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Post by wildkuma on Feb 20, 2009 10:18:21 GMT -5
The battle stance taken by the girl provoked a smirk upon the Tsviet's face. Such a look of determination was not an uncommon sight within Rosso's victims, and such a look only filled her with a demented thrill for blood. She was called the Crimson for more than her crimson apperal. The bloodlust in her eyes was unmistakeable, as if she could hear her blade crying out for Naomi's blood, and she would be more than glad to answer that cry. It did not matter how prepared the young girl thought she was. Her words meant nothing; fruitless, spoken only from fear of the inevitable. Rosso would let her say whatever she wanted, but both of them knew this would be the end of her charades. These students cannot be allowed to continue further in their foolish games. They were going to be stopped before they became a nuisance. Now, Naomi would be the first example to show that even the strongest would fall before the might of Deepground. "Haha! So be it darling: I prefer to skip right to your death!" A all-out assault was the plan. Naomi would be attacked from several angles, increasing the odds of being struck by gunfire. Not even the best of SOLDIER could deflect every bullet shot. However, the plan had taken an abrupt and unexpected turn. The two DG SOLDIERS on the second level were ready to initiate the strike with gunfire from above, but they weren't prepared for a powerful Dark Firaga spell from the hallway beside them. Three fiery orbs assaulted the troops, englufing each of them in a small explosion of energy and sending them hurtling towards the Black Widow. The machine, relying on motion sensors on the side of its optical scanner, simply side-stepped away from the now brunt corpses. The mechanoid arachnid sought out the source of the assailant through the means of heat-seaking computer technology, but refused to take the aiming reticule off Naomi's chest. The Widow sent out a alert to the remaining DG SOLDIERS in the mansion, unaware of the fact that the only recipients of the alert were broken, empty helmets. Shocked but unwavering, Rosso merely glanced towards the second level where the guards once stood. She let out a slight smirk, showing she wasn't affected by their deaths. They were simply pawns under the command of Weiss, and they obviously had outlived their usefullness. Still, under the influence that the girl was behind the action with the use of her "abilities", the Crimson Tsviet was not about to give the wretch another chance to react with another surprise. Her finger, waiting every so patiently, pulled the trigger with ease and enjoyment, releasing the metal projectile at an neck-breaking velocity as she muttered what she thought would be the final words Naomi would ever hear. "Don't worry: You won't be alone in the Afterlife for long..." However, the following sound was not the utterance of pain from Naomi. It wasn't the splash of blood upon the floor, nor the echo of a collapsed corpse. The following sound was one of clashing steel, as if something, or someone had met the bullet with steel of their own. The girl may have been able to deflect the bullet, but Rosso would expect such an action to be done by some sort of technique or spell tather than meeting the projectile with another metal object. It wasn't until her eyes began to settle into reality that she realized that another being stood before her, and before her prey. The person was obviously very agile, spending no time from taking out the two DG SOLDIERS to moving into the main fray. He held a scarlet rapier before him, using the blade as his means of deflecting the bullet form Naomi's direction. The clothes were unfamiliar, but a the color scheme of black and red provoked thought: She had seen those colors somewhere before...And that blade...Could it be? His hair and blue eyes matched with the blade and clothing, which settled with Rosso in a slightly uncomfortable manner. The factor of the SOLDIER emblem he bore on his belt was all too familiar. From his battle stance, the man took a more relaxed position, compared to that of the two feminine warriors. He brushed the hair from his face with his free left hand, slightly grinning in the process. To Rosso, the man matched the identity of someone she knew very well, and it set a unwelcome glare of slight concern in her blood-red hues. A voice final came from the swordman's mouth, and in combination with his words, his identity to Rosso was confirmed, to her disappointment. "There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nigh."
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The once delighted and twisted smirk upon the Tsviet's face turned to a sour scowl as she examined this intruder. "You..." She simply muttered in a lower tone, showing that not only did she know this warrior, but that she was not pleased with his appearance. He wasn't suppose to interfere with the plan! He wasn't even suppose to be walking about on this planet! Yet, here he stood, and along side this miserable little wretch called Naomi no less! The man simply smiled upon Rosso's reaction, letting out a small smirk of his own. Though his mental comprehension appeared to be far more stable and far less disturbed than the Tsviet assassin. He kept a calm compsure as he spoke, as if this was a mere casual gathering. "That was rather cold, and here I thought you'd be pleased, though I cannot say I am. I wasn't quite expecting our next meet to be within this mansion, expecially in such a...aggressive situation. Haven't you caused this poor girl enough trouble? I'm sure she has better plans on her agenda than to deal with one who would have the audacity to invite a guest into a two-on-one fray. I thought a Tsviet such as yourself would have no need for a mechanical monstrosity like the one behind us. I'm so...disappointed. What do you have to say for yourself?" A brief pause in his dialogue allowed Rosso time to show off her discontent with a vile scowl upon her facial expressions. The man turned his head towards the young woman behind him, but kept his sapphire orbs upon the DG leader before him. "You know...you gave me quite a hard time getting here. I was expecting traps and tricks from them, but not necessarily from you." His tone did not emphasize any feelings of anger or bitterness. In fact, one might have said that he took some humor from the situation. Whatever tone he was using, it was clear that he was portraying a much lighter, friendly character towards Naomi than he was to Rosso. Perhaps, this in turn with the deflection of the bullet was simply to show whose side he was on, and to show that Naomi wasn't necessarily alone in her goals. The tigthening grip of Rosso's weapon signaled her raising temper, but she kept relatively cool, even though one too many combatants had entered into the fight. A small exchange of words commenced as Rosso was trying to understand and finalize the situation. "So, you have returned, only to ally yourself with the likes of them?" "I ally myself with those who are within the will of the goddess. It is her desire, not mine, but I have no objections." "You fool...and to think Deepground was...Hmph! So be it: It will be a shame to kill you as well. Weiss will be greatly displeased." "Oh, come now Rosso. If you honestly think that you and the over-built toy behind us will prevail, you are sadly mistaken, and the same goes for Weiss. Then, I suppose the time for conversing is now gone." The man jumped back beside Naomi, turning slightly in a manner to gain a view of both the Tsviet and the Black Widow. He tilted his head to the side slightly, glancing towards the dual-hue eyed girl beside him, making his final remarks. "I guess the pointless chatter and pleasantries will have to wait then? Seeing as you are the guest, you can decide which menace to face, and I shall confront the other. Be mindful that Rosso is one of the four leaders of Deepground, but I believe you could best her in combat with your, capabilities. Choose quickly; I do not believe they have any intentions of waiting."
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Post by wildkuma on Feb 20, 2009 10:20:14 GMT -5
Explosions in the northern wing, the spontaneous dissipation of energy fields throughout the building, that horrid laughter; it was enough to disorient anyone with the amount of material one must pay attention to. And Naomi was feeling the pressure. Those SOLDIERs might have disappeared, but she could practically feel the cold gaze of the Black Widow; even if such a being didn't have an actual consience, there was certainly enough presence for it to factor in as unverving...
[Ah....that second energy source...it's approaching fast! ....Not good...]
Barely after she'd finished the thought, it had finally happened. The stillness ruptured as the Tsievet revealed her thoughts of Naomi's decision, only to punctuate it with an attack of lightning velocity. A whirling blade metal quick enough to shred the air with a shrill whistle. The girl would've moved to deflect it had a blur of red not whipped in front of her, much to her surprise and relief. But such was only temporary. She wasn't aware of the identity of this individual later, and for all she knew, they might have chosen to save her life as a specimen and have this set as a ruse. She wouldn't allow her reason to be swayed by a single act of altruism. Perhaps some further investigation would be required to determine the nature of this new individual...
[Hmm...? Poetry? Maybe a bit odd, but interesting...
Just who is this guy?]
She drew back for a moment, really trying to make sense of what had occured. First he saves her, and now they were talking? She wasn't too sure he liked the reaction upon Rosso's face...it appeared as if they actually bore some prior relation of some kind...and even though Rosso appeared repulsed by his presence, she wasn't sure how she should view their conversation. Afer all, after settling from that instinctive defensive reaction, trying to settle for diplomatic relation was rather unexpected, and something she wasn't quite prepared for.
As he turned to speak with her however, perhaps some doubts could be put to rest....some anyway.
"Hmm? Oh...um, sorry. I didn't expect the possibility of friendly fire..." She became quiet after this as she realized Rosso was speaking with him again, and she chose to simply spectate for the time being. So he bore some considerable skill too...especially if he could detect those focal points she'd left in the walls. It took considerable reflexes to dodge what was practically a flare-based land mine...not that she was complaining. At this point, she wasn't ure if her efforts would've been enough to deflect Rosso's attack earlier on....judging from the quality of the metal launced and he impact with the scarlet rapier the man bore, the attack might've very well cleaved through her rudimentary guantlet had she made contact.
But thought was disturbed when met with the following inquiry. The swordsman in red leapt back to her side, almost prompting her to step back as well, seeing as she wasn't quite comfortable with any who bore connections to Deepground. As he spoke of dividing the opposition between them, she found herself intrigued, but still wary. If he was formally on their side, wha good would it do him to try and help her? And how long had he been aware she was having trouble with Deeprground? The reasoning behind the circumstance was mind-boggling, but at least she could answer the question for now.
"I suppose that sounded rather rough, but I really didn't have any reason to think she would consent to negotiation. Aside the matter, you're right, if we fight, it must be finished quickly.
I'll....I'll take the machine. Though I've no objection to facing Rosso, I have my reasons."
She looked to the swordman for a moment as if searching for whether he'd keep his word. This battle would have a lot of reprecussions if she made the wrong choice...though she would be glad to take down the Tsievet herself, she needed the time to deal with Caden and a chance to isolate herself before she did. If this red swordsman could assist in fending her off until her task was finished...maybe she'd have the time to handle both issues. But then again...if the issue was entrusted to him...what if Rosso managed to get away? The consequences on both sides were substantial, but at least she could find the breaking factor in who it would likely harm the most...
[If I find her again before they do, there's a chance I'll be able to stop her before she gets into any more trouble. There's no way I can allow a Tsievet to just disappear from right in front of me, but I definately can't allow Jaeger to be killed either...
...That's it. I'll face it with no regrets.]
Naomi turned around to face the machine, drawing forth that solid blue blindfold she had taken to storing in her right pocket. To speak the truth, she wasn't sure what had occured to her black one she normally wore, but this one would serve the purpose just as well. Over her shoulder, she looked to address the swordsman, the blindfold making it particularly difficult to determine just what she was thinking for the time being.
"...You know, if you find yourself having trouble, I'll come back to help finish the issue. But in the meantime, I might to have to become scarce I'm to fulfill my current goal. You think you can take care of her in the meantime?"
She would just have to place her faith in him, as hesitant as she was to do so, she had no choice. However, hopefully her words would drive home the fact that she didn't want Rosso escaping, and that she might grow a bit suspicious if this swordsman allowed her to without an explanation. The girl sent her staff away for this situation, deciding its bulk was more than the would require to make short work of this machine. Perhaps it had driven her on the run before with its massive firepower, but with ability to manuver and take time to concentrate her power without fear of it automatically locking on, she was ready to put full effort into destroying the menace. Perhaps neither opponent was aware of the raw power she could draw forth when thought was not given to moderation of energy use, but Naomi was keen to show them her exactly her thoughts on the devatation bent machine. And weapons in general. The Fira and Gravity materia on her right arm seemed to attest to this, glowing just a tad greater as the thought entered her mind. She'd turn this being against itself, provided those two kept their end of the deal and left her to work uninhibited. Of course, that would mean she was riding on a lot of assumptions for a time...
Who cared at this point anyway; she was tired of this Widow and being chased around...tired of having to restrain her powers and coming up with nothing to show for her efforts. At least now, with some degree of battle, she could offer some relief to her battle-deprived form. Evading an enemy is one thing, but overcoming them drew upon quite a different set of talents...
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Post by wildkuma on Feb 20, 2009 10:21:20 GMT -5
Agh....man....I've been through a good number of transformations, but...this one...this one is...AGHHH!!!!!"
*Roar coincides with Caden's thoughts.*
"I can't hold him....d***...Jaeger...you better not get me into to much trouble before this is over...feels like he's gotten a good deal more powerful than he had been...or maybe it's because I'm drawing on everything at once..."
"...Are you content with our gifts, mi'lord? From what I see, it looks as if it brings you trouble...perhaps we should draw back?"
"No way...it's far too late to turn back now. Just keep doing what we've planned and everything will go fine....AHHH!!!"
*Second audible roar coincides with thought*
"Of course...though I do hope you can fix some of the residual incidents that have occured recently...I'm afraid some adjustments had to be made for the tasks to be carried out adequetely..."
"And just why do you continue to pester me when I've already given you the answer you've requested? I don't care how you get it done, just make sure you do and don't forget to tell me about it once it's complete...
Though you may be in a position of prominence now, don't forget that you'll be little more than a expensive belt if you screw this up. I'm a chimera remember, and I won't hesitate to slash you into thirds."
"Oh, indeed, I will remember. You chimeras trim no corners when it comes to getting a message across, him? Commendable...I suppose."
"Keep your worthless opinion to yourself, basilisk filth."
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So now the Adamant SOLDIER had chosen to rise to the next stage of the conflict...hed gone ahead and converted into his Seraph form. So this is what had been Kamille had spoken of....or more like avoided. The beast's thoughts returned to the day that he gained knowledge of Fenrir's capture...the work done by Vyze serving him rather excellently. Keeping secrets from him...what type of loyalty was that?
The giant lyger, which could barely be recognized as Caden in any sense other than the odd rune emblazoned beneath his left eye, looked toward Aiden with concrete hatred. Though it appeared to have initially been infuriated as he commenced with a pair of distinct roars, now his action had subsided to a low-grumble as he simply stared. Even so, the grumble wan't exactly subtle in itself, each one seeming to trigger a wave through the earth that could be felt should any passerby have been around. But of course, by this point, the conflict existed only between him and Aiden, and anything between them was as insignificant as the dust within the air they breathe.
One of those massive, scale-armored. hunter green paws of his now collided with the earth. It was rather similar to the manner of a horse or a bull, though most of them aren't beg enough to cause the solid tremors as Caden did. One time, two times, three...it was hard to tell whether he was trying to demonstrate some type of power or just shaking out a forepaw. But the beast finally did halt his action, allowing the trembling earth to calm its actions and resume its silence in the wake of Aiden's transformation. For a time, it appeared as if the armored chimera was allowing the action to take place...at least, until the serpent head reached around from behind and sent forth a pair of red beams in the SOLDIERs direction...
They didn't look very powerful, even though they were swift, and carried through the air as the snake maintained its gaze. The rest of the lyger appeared to be readying itse;f for attack now...the monster loosening its claws, leaning close to the ground to reduce drag, the white mane settling over his shoulders and upon his face as if to obscure his own features from view. The beast didn't want the Adamant Seraph to be aware of what he was thinking...though a creature as foreign as he was likely difficult to read in the first place. Still, he would bide his time...
[Adamant or none, he will rue the day he crossed my path. Petty human...petty challenge...does he not know his dreams will shatter before me as my regrets before this world? Does he think the virtues of a mere mineral will stand against he who may command all of the planet's surface and its skies?
You've opposed me one to many times demon. Now be still that I might destroy thee without pain!]
Perhaps hi thoughts could be considered delusions of grandeur...perhaps there could be some actual truth to them judging by the quakes following every footfall and the seemingly paranormal speed for such a massive beast. Maybe one might mistake the vision as the work of a phantom, or a stray storm cloud having descended to earth with all its fury intact. But if there was one aspect that could not be mistaken, it was the lyger's desire for the Adaman SOLDIER to be slain, even if at the cost of his own life, it would be done. The beast would resort to anything, perhaps he might be decapitated...perhaps he might simply be stepped on...maybe the distasteful option of crushing him in those massive jaws might be followed...or perhaps he would follow the ever so delightful route of using that Adamant against him. Yes, that as the best choice...destroy him with the very substance that brings him such strength.
[Have you had enough time marvelling over the entity which brings you nothing but disappointment? Do not feign as if your greatest fear does not rest before you!]
It was simply a burst of sheer energy, the body of Caden was enveloped in a clear field of force...not enough to see, but which could be percieved by the action of features around him, branches suddenly snapping off or entire trees, shattering earth; a gradual leveling of the earth as if a steamroller or bulldozer had merely crossed right through it. The Lyger wasn't up to playing games...the beast was merely looking to overwhelm Aiden as quickly, as mercilessly, as irrefutably as possible. And should this straight-foward assault actually connect, it probably would result in a sound start to such an aim.
Of course, that would depend on Aiden's capabilities of reacting to such a force coming at him. Perhaps his transformation was powerful, but had he already assumed enough control to use it to its full potential? Caden didn't care to see. All he wanted was to see him dead. And he was already visualizing the glorious kill as he tread forth now.
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Post by wildkuma on Feb 20, 2009 10:23:49 GMT -5
[Target has become hostile; armed and dangerous. Threat level: high. Initiate immediate termination program] Wandering scanners finalized their position onto the Raiken warrior as she took her stance. The Black Widow scanned the girl over for potential risk factors, specifically examining the Materia located on the right arm of the target. All weapon systems were armed the moment the termination program was initiated. Particle cannon was charged; dual chain gun barrels were rolling; and the third weapon, a mounted RPG launcher, was prepped in the event that the target reach a high enough threat level to require such destructive means of annihilation. The mechanical spider-droid began strafing around the girl, keep all sensors focused in her area after detecting no other heat signature other then the three combatants within the mansion confines. The machine kept a small distance away from the target, not wanting her to get much closer than she already was. Soon the droid began the assault with the first shots fired since Rosso's gunfire. Chain guns were not as accurate as the weapon wielded by the Tsviet commander, but the rate of fire was plenty to scatter shots in Naomi's direction and make up for the lack of accuracy. These machines may not have the mind and thought processing capabilities as a human, but they did carry one unique ability: relentless and unwavering determination. No matter how big the foe was, or how high their threat level grew; a machine never felt discouragement. A mech felt no pain or compassion. Therefore, ther only means of stopping the Black Widow was completely dismantling it; piece by piece if necessary.
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The man glanced over at Naomi for a moment, noticing the actions of caution from her form not only towards Rosso and the Black Widow, but he himself as well: Smart girl. He didn't expect her to place her trust in him simply because of his actions, especially after not only meeting for the first time but in a situation such as this. Doesn't mean he couldn't be friendly though, right? Unfortunately, this wasn't the perfect situation to be attempting to make new friends, though this wasn't the man's true goal in the first place. Of course, he didn't really expect her to feel sorry for the traps she set up; one of them would have landed a nasty wound is it wasn't for a quickly place Reflect spell, but it was the best decision to make on her behalf. "Hmph, I'm game. Take your time; I'll make sure to keep her here. But feel free to jump in at any time you desire." His tone was so simple and light-hearted, yet there wasn't a single hint or evidence of deception or anything that would lead to doubts. A closer look at him, say through the means of Aura, would show that he had a calm sense of being about him: brimming with the confidence Rosso held mere moments ago. A more in-depth amount of knowledge as to the identity and background of this character would show that this was a normal approach to such situations, no matter who he was facing. With the proper mindset now placed, he initiated his own assault, discharging another triple set of fireballs through the Dark Firaga spell. Rosso spent no time making comments or any other action besides attacking. Her plans have taken a drastic turn, but she was far from giving up at this point in time. She refused to let a impudent girl and a long-forgotten wash-out get the best of her; even if the girl was skilled as a warrior and the wash-out was once a Class 1st SOLDIER once comparable to Sephiroth's standards. She did not let such positive thoughts about her foes enter her mind, lest she grow discouraged before the fight had even begun. All her focus was brought towards the three burning masses hurtling towards her. A swift evasive side jump was enough to avoid one sphere, and a forward roll allowered her to barely escape the path of the second. She spun upwards, bringing her blade into the spin to nullify the third orb, but as she was getting her footing, Rosso was able to catch glimpse of the red warrior spinning towards her in a similar fashion, also raising his rapier to the occasion. She raised her double-bladed tool to meet his cold steel with her own as they engaged in a blade lock. Both opponents glared into the other's eyes. Rosso held upon her features an angered scowl with eyes that thrist for blood; her competitor showed only a small grin upon the right side of his lips and eyes that glowed brightly with energy: Mako energy. "[Why... why did you] betray us?" "I [was never] alliegenced with [you or Deepground]. You [maybe be] made from [my] cells, but we are [nothing] alike. [You] threaten [the planet]; my goal [is to] protect it." "But you [were of the] "pure". You [could have been] our leader." "[It was] not the will [of the] goddess. I [must] make amends [by] destroying [you and] Deepground." "Fine! [Then you] will die with [the wretched] tainted! [D*** you,] Genesis!" Even though Rosso was showing more emotion and anger, it wasn't stopping the man from pushing her back, finally ending the blade lock as Rosso jumped back. The scowl only continued to grow worse, and the more the lust for blood grew, the stronger Rosso would continue to grow. She had a dangerous and psychotic mind, and her condition, if allowed to continue, would only worsen until she went into a blood-thristy mode. Should that occur, the destruction of the mansion was only a matter of time: Anything to wipe out her opposition, even at the cost of her life. But the man would not let her get away fromm this site, not without any reason. He contiued his assault, unleashing a flurry of blade attacks upon the Tsviet, and she would continue to parry and retaliate with her own attacks; neither paying attention to the other duel within the foyer.
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Post by wildkuma on Feb 20, 2009 10:25:25 GMT -5
Aiden almost had no need for the use of Aura when it came to examining Caden, but it certianly was an insight; not particularly one he was fond of seeing, however. So erratic, so chaotic, and it was these elements that made his thoughts difficult to read, not that he was capable in such arts as of yet, nor did he know if reading one's mind was an ability or power he felt necessary, or rightful enough to possess. He could feel an internal struggle raging on within the psyche of the Chimeran war machine. Such hatred burned in the lyger's eyes; it was as if this beast no longer held any traits of the Caden he or anyone else knew, with the slight exception of the strange marking below his eye. The burning passion towards the desire to see Aiden dead was...somewhat familiar to the SOLDIER; it was no different those six years ago, as he took the avengment of his parent's death into his own hands, bearing the black scars he know had to accept as his strength. How far would Aiden had to submerce himself in darkness? Was there a limit: a breaking point in where Aiden would no longer be able to see any light? Surprisingly, Aiden had no such thoughts in his mind. The Dark Aura Guardian would drag this duel to the very depths of the Dark Realm if that was the cost. The imperfect WEAPON stood against each wave emitted from the opponent's roars and grumbles, refraining from making any movements whatsoever. He remained steadfast like the adamant that surrounded his body. He glanced at the beast's paws as they pounded the ground, yet his attention remained fixed on the lyger's eyes. There was nothing else to be said. He could "see" the new field of energy billowing towards him, ravaging anything it contacted. Aiden himself wasn't necessarily sure what he was capable of: A beast sleeping for 6 years would obviously have some work before it was fully fonctional and up to full potential. Hesitation, however, was not an option. The six adamant wings encircled the creature as the wave approached. From the effects caused by the energy, the boy remained unsure as to this defensive maneuver's outcome, until the wave hit himself. The wave pressed against him hard, even pushing him back several inches, but he planted his feet firmly, remaining upright. Small fragments of pristine adamantine shattered from the wings, and even small sections of his body armor. The black adamantine, however, remained unscathed. The attack would have been devastating without the protective and resilient wings around him, yet he still sustained minor damage. Caden was playing for keeps now, no longer for entertainment. As such, in retaliation, instead of unfurling the wings, Adamantine quills flipped around and were ejected from the creature's form, launching a spray of these projectiles towards the foe once the wave had fully passed by. If a ranged attack was that powerful, then the WEAPON did not plan to make close encounters his main form of offensive strategies. Quickly unfolding the wings back as the last quills left, Aiden had already drawn the lance back, immersing the tip in Dark Aura. Using the weapon as a javelin, he threw the object towards the heart of the lyger, if the beast had a heart. During this course of action, the adamant armor started making repairs to itself without need of Aiden's command. However, where the clear Adamantine once remained was replaced slowly by the black counterpart. How much of an effect this would have upon the SOLDIER was unknown, but it would prevent that particular part of Adamantine fromm shattering again. The wings took the most damage, and as such there were more dark veins covering those parts of the WEAPON than any other. Aiden drew his blade into an attack stance as he formed another lance to wield. He was prepared to counter the next assault instead of defending against it. Every crack or damage dealt to the dark guardian would result in more dark veins, yet this seemed only to increase the resilience of the armor instead of providing any substantial power boost. It seemed that the creature's pinnacle of might would only be reached once the entire being was converted to this dark form: A suit of darkness, fitting for a Dark Guardian. Aiden's goal was similair to Jaeger's: To finish this as quickly as possible. Erebus's words left a bad taste in his mouth. The Emperor of Darkness could not be left to his own devices, and to stop him, Aiden would have to break through Caden's might and will: by any means necessary. Theme: Operated Iron Beasts www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbIpj4Z2guI
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Post by wildkuma on Feb 20, 2009 10:26:40 GMT -5
[....Betray...pure? Tainted? Genesis...Genesis?!? Is he...ah, what is she saying? ...I can't make out anything... .... I'll worry about it when I've stopped her!] The spray of bullets....first reflection of what was to be expected of her. She moved as swift as the rest, leaping into battle with purpose close to heart. The Widow strafed, she moved in turn, closing as much distance as she could, though making sure to notice when and where it first responded to her actions. Analyzing the machine's behavior. For though steel and wire might lack the ability to be discouraged, to feel pain, to quit, there were strengths she held. There was reason, the ability to adapt and improve, there was passion, there was life. The attack was nothing compared to her will, a single palm thrust forth as she voiced her intent. Additional motivation to exact her will. She need not stop all of it, but the portion that stood in her path she assumed control of with a simple wave of energy. "Enough." The bullets eased before her, suspended in space, before she cast them aside and continued her foward drive. Now she had gotten a feel for how a basic rally of assualt felt....at this level, she could simply block it if she focused. Perhaps if it were to concentrate the force more, she would have to resort to dodging. For now however, the girl approached with absolute intensity. She wanted it finished...immediately! Comprimise was no option for the time being. [I wonder....I wonder if I'll be able to meet you after this? I never held any anger towards you, but...I know I'm not capable of taming you... Even if you know my purpose, please, fight with me this last time. We'll both escape these chains...you owe me nothing, but do it to free yourself!] www.youtube.com/watch?v=5G5j_rAH9VkHer face lit up with hope, if only for a moment, as her left gauntlet began shining with energy. It congregated around it's form and would augument her strength. It bore almost the shape of a dragon claw, though such was the extent of the change. Her fist could be seen in the translucent form still, but the potential force of the entire mass was very real. [Wake up!] A mass of light was hurled in a high arc toward the Widow, ultimately intending to attack from above the Widow. A trio of others followed; not all of them very large, but very dense if scanned. Although pure energy, they could be countered with basic ammunition. And such was her plan; if she could somehow convince the machine that the treat level of the orbs was as great as her coming approach, it might divert resources to sniping them. Which would offer an easier approach. Once in range...she'd have a much easier task of dismantling the mechanical beast. Her eyes never travelled to the swordsman as they had before the connflict begun. She'd simply offered him a short smile and a nod before heading off to face the widow, but in all honesty, communing pleasantly was impossible at this point. She wasn't aggressive in any sense toward him, but thinking of the battle and what it might mean...there wasn't much reason for her to feel particularly cheerful about anything. [It's strange...despite all you've done...I never learned your name...] [What if she really is a part of me...] [Can I stop them both? I can't let either get away...but they both have such power...] [To treat an ally so coldly...but what if he's not?] [...I should've asked him while I had the chance...] [You may as well give up!] Any additional attacks, she aimed to dodge as the attacks soared toward their target. Finding the weak points in that armor was the main goal...though she had a hunch that focusing on the joints and the barrels would expediate the process. But even if she did win swiftly, the fact that she could possibly be speeding toward an untimely fate still left its bitter taste behind. But she didn't care, she swore she wouldn't. It was the right thing to do...what she'd been aiming for since the day she first surpassed the mountains... "Hmph...I suppose it makes sense...now that I fight, she answers me. Just how it always was...just how it always IS!!] Her anger culminated in a larger version of the attack spawning from the guantlet...in combination with her Fira materia to aim at the machine turret. The energy shot forth violently, meaning the attacks came from both above and head on. If one might have been able to examine her aura at this point, one would notice that it was beginning to show traces of disorder as did Caden's...though it was easing in and out of stability at a much more controlled rate. Or perhaps it was be mistaken for the seemingly immediate spikes of energy she was producing. Though most of the time her wavelengths were calm and orderly, once provoked, it showed phenomenal potential. She could shift from inactivity to a hundred and twenty percent of her potential in seconds...and such was a major factor in her strategy now. Perhaps the Widow might detect what she was doing, but by the time it made sense of things, she would have already proceeded to the next manuver. And so the battle ensued, the girl perhaps torn internally by the extent of her actions, but by no means comprimised in preformance. Whatever the situation, it appeared she'd dubbed the Black Widow a suitable target of her frustration, and her capabilities only increased with it. She wasn't looking to have a hard time with the beast, the only question was whether she'd be able to push herself to actually accomplish what needed to be done this time. Perhaps it was a tough question, but it was to be answered regardless of how well accepted it might be.
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Post by wildkuma on Feb 20, 2009 10:29:07 GMT -5
A shower of sparks upon the earth and the piercing crack of the earthen element, the beast watched in earnest and was both pleased and shocked by what he'd seen. No chance of expression came to the beast's features, the steely eye as unyeilding as it had been. The regeneration of the broken fragments did draw his attention, but at least he'd managed to pierce some aspect of the adamantine barrier, if only the wings. The tiger seemed to give a brief grumble in confirmation of the fact, slowly beginning to trek toward the individual, wondering what he would do...wondering what would he offer in exchange.
And suddenly despite the struggle, the boy lashed out with his own fangs, in the form of the adamant javelin that raced toward him impressive speed. The trajectory and impulsion was definate...he aimed for a heavy blow early on. Or even more than such....it was almost the traditional death blow of a hunter, the lyger noting this fact with distain. A armored paw rose with ferocity, knocking the adamantine form aside whislt answering with a gruff note of retribution.
[Does this human think me a dull mammoth? A death blow before he's even in range?]
As the weapon flipped off of the shining, scaled surface of the paws, it flipped over his shoulder and dragged down the peak, tearing into the furred hide, but leaving the scaled region unscathed. The billowing white mane obscured much of his confirmation, but it appeared the ribcage and main chassi of the figure were the most vulnerable regions. It would take more than a frontal assualt to gain access to his heart however...much of the mane convered the anterior access.
The attack had served as enough provocation to get him running into battle again, perhaps enraged by allowing such a stupid mistake to take place. Several thousand pounds of raging beast hurled itself toward Aiden at once...obvious intent to do away with this distant trade of responses. It was natural for lyger to simply take a hold of their prey and overwhelm them, but knowing Aiden's part WEAPON type structure, it might be a good deal more difficult for him even with the size difference. He had yet to determine just how much strength the boy contained, but he had at least some reassurance in thinking his was the probable one to assume control over the other in a power struggle. Henceforth, one could note the powerful jaws parting from the distance, and the claws spreading out to provide traction. His intent was to leave the situation a grotesque one, and to track it in his pawprints for quite a few trides afterward.
It was during this time that an analysis of aura would reveal the still contined metamorphasis to this lyger, basilisk based conversion he'd taken. The chaotic form was releasing tremendous levels of energy, but so much was lost to the enviornment, so much disorder was amongst him, that only fourty percent of what was generated was actually being put to use. Whether that lost rendedered any negative consequence was yet to be said.The scales were continuing to climb up the body, particularly around the hindquarters now, providing additional defense without detracting from his agility. Lightweight, and durable...it would also increase his ability to function in dense places, though he wasn't quite at full capacity just yet.
However, this was an issue for the boy to cope with. The javelin may have been placed aside, but he hadn't forgotten it. He would be wary to ensure it was not drawn upon by the boy later, and the basilisk made sure that it was so. Before heading off, the red beams had been directed towards, it, turning it to stone, before a torrent of fire degraded it to mere rubble. Such was the strength of the basilisk and the lyger and the human combined. A single glance could cast any material to stone, the sheer strength of the host body, and the human intelligence and prowess at mimickry to serve as major elements of the chimera's arsenal. But still, the truely dominant factor could not be seen, unless all had somehow merged into a new being at the will of the master.
[There's no way....you can win...Inferior humans....stand down are to be now....that I might obliterated!!! You are the exact reason why the world Starfall mourns because of you! must be cleansed of your filth!!]
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Post by Enigmus on Jun 5, 2009 15:45:23 GMT -5
The girl was proving to be quite the annoyance, even a real threat. The Black Widow, being emotionless however, held no frustration or thoughts on the situation. Search and destroy was its mission: It had already found, now all that was left was to destroy, though that particular task was looking to be more tedious than previously calculated. Her powered seemed to rise and fall quickly as she fought, and such erratic movements in energy was making it difficult for the Widow to predict what movement would be taken next. Another disadvantage working against the machine was Naomi's will to fight, which enhanced her parameters in the duel; an ability which most machinery lacked. This particular unit was not made to handle this intense of a fight in such a small arena. Against one or two small units it would function properly and efficiently, but against multiple units, or one unit with such abilities and powers, it was only a matter of time before the machine would wear down, though the Black Widow lacked the ability to acknowledge this fact. The assault from above certainly drew notice from the Widow, as it gave clear signs by moving it's ocular scanner upwards. The claws being unavoidable, the mech reverted the use of its plasma cannon and rocket launcher towards defeating the claws, showing that the machine guns only had the capability of attacking foes from the front. It continued to spray the guns, though the bullets were not able to defend from the Fira attack. One sphere dealt a blow to one of the two machine guns, making it unusable, while the other hit the joint to the front right leg, which managed to moderately cripple the Widow. The cannon and rockets managed to deflect the claws from above, but in the process cost it the use of one leg, and with a severe decrease in mobility, a slight strafe to either side would make the use of the other turret pointless. Its upper body remained mobile, but only in the means of turning in a 360 degree manner, leaving the vulnerable back of the lower side open for attack. The Widow noticed this, being programmed take such a situation as a critical scenario and began to make a strange beeping noise as it turned its upper body towards Noami to continue fighting as best it could with the Plasma cannon and rocket launcher. "Sounds like your little toy has met its match. I suggest giving up now if you want to live.""Ahahaha! Give up?! Fool...I'll die before I give up to you!"Rosso was not about to let anyone have the pleasure of killing her, but at this rate, the situation were looking bleak on her end. She could hear the beeping of the Black Widow and she knew what it meant. It had gone into a critical stage, meaning that in order to prevent capture and make one final attempt to finish off the foe, the self-destruct sequence had automatically been initiated. Rosso could simply deactivate the mechanism, but instead, and vile grin crept across her face. Genesis noticed the beeping as well, though he was not sure what it could mean. Perhaps it was some sort of distress signal sent out to notify nearby Deepground units of trouble, or to notify their intelligence where they should expect the enemy to move from and what kind of power they were carrying. Of course, the other, less favorable means could be some kind of self-destruction mechanism that had been activated. Whatever it was, the machine was still functioning, still using its weapons to try and bring the girl down, and Rosso was not yet attempting to flee, so there was still some time left if any self-destruct mode was set, unless Rosso had no intentions of leaving the mansion. Her sadistic and unpredictable nature made the situation very tense, not knowing whether or not the Black Widow would explode at any given second. At either rate, Genesis could not allow the Crimson Tsviets to escape; whether she met her end by his blade or the explosion of the Black Widow, as long as she dies either route was acceptable. **** "I still say we should just leave this whole thing alone...""I know it's dangerous, but we gotta help out if we can.""Or we can give up and avoid danger...I vote for giving up.""What kind of trainer are you?! Do you have any dignity? Any sense of honor or justice?""If having any of those involve getting into dangerous fights and possibly getting killed, then no.""*Sigh* You're so selfish...""Whatever..."
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Post by wildkuma on Jun 26, 2009 0:49:03 GMT -5
(What...an explosion? ...The Widow...it...
Maybe...I can use this.)
Kamille had come to a brief standstill as she reviewed the effects of her assualt. Still not enough. She had a lot of power remaining, but she knew piercing through armor wasn't her strongpoint. Though she could really kick up the intensity when she needed it, offense was still a element she could improve upon. Still, she wasn't surprised...she was still in a human form, and she had generally centered her powers around restraint and defense. That was not the ideal strategy when facing a machine. She had not fought with intent to restrain in the first place, but it still made things difficult to outright total the machine. Maybe finding a way to disrupt the machine's circuitry would be better..or immediately containing the blow and disposing of the machine would be a better route...
(...I wonder if the majority of Rosso's efforts have been directed toward offensive prowess...)
She looked back over her shoulder for a time, still trying to keep track of the warrior's conversation. Rosso and Genesis...judging by how evenly their battle was proceeding, they must've had a fair degree of familiarity with each other, at least when it came to combat styles. But with Genesis' evident confidence he might be holding back some; it unsettled her some to think this might be some type of reconnaissance ploy, seeing as neither appeared to have taken serious damage yet. But to suggest a trade off of opponents now while in the middle of battle might give Genesis the wrong idea that she intended to take out both. This was not permissible, but it might be the only chance for her to ensure that Rosso didn't get away. Perhaps it could prove that Genesis was on her side but at the same time, it could force him into forgetting his initial plan and deciding to take her on immediately. Naomi was not one to take to gambling with lives...but soon the Black Widow would resume its assault, and she'd yet to conjure a acceptable alternative. Soon she would become aware of the two stray energy sources she was detecting a short ways off. Soon she would come to realize her isolation from her past world and the volatile nature of the one she'd escaped to. Soon all of these things would come to mind all at once and the effort which she'd struggled so hard to maintain viable, would collapse under the weight of her own suspicion.
"...I will win....I don't care what it takes!" she almost yelled as she rushed to close the gap between herself and the widow. It seemed to be replaced with a snarl of anger instead, though the girl cared little as her message was meant for her ears alone. Swiftly she weaved between the fire of the Widow, even occassionally raising a shield of light to its force, causing the energies to descend to the floor in a cloud of shattered sunlight. She could feel it now...the machine might be set to explode, but even if she had three minutes, she knew she could disable it enough to face Rosso without upset. She could hear the Crimson Tsivet's laughter, but she was not going to let it disturb her focus until she was finished with the task at hand. She raised her fist again, concentrating her power within, intending to disable the weapons at their source. Once it was out of the way, there'd be nothing left between her and Rosso....nothing between her and her allies. She could afford to be afraid once more...could finally cope with the enormous pain it brought upon her to end another's life...
"Rosso...I really...don't see...any reason, for you to laugh..."
Her fist came down with thunderous intention, aiming upon the barrel of the rocket launcher. Even though the cannon could easily support her own weight, behind the blow was force enough to shatter the walls of the very mansion they stood within. With each strike, she turned to the Crimson Tsivet, as if refusing to let the warrior out of her train of sight.
"...Becuase as soon as I'm finished with this, I intend to take you on myself!"
Another series of strikes and she moved for the plasma cannon, despite the danger present in merely approaching it. Though she had attacked the rocket launcher as fiercely as she could, she moved onto the plamsa cannon in hopes that pressure from use in a weakened state would force the rocket launcher to its breaking point. Her thoughts were already racing concerning the reactions of the two fighters, whether her gamble was going to turn out beneficial in the end. But as she leapt off of the Black Widow, firing back several light rounds to ensure the job was done, the results of her assualt were still in the air, and her attention entirely upon the dueling crimson warriors. Concerning the circumstances, with the two before her, and the possible reinforcements she was beginning to detect from behind, this could be the most foolhardy choice she'd yet to make. But if it worked...if it worked, perhaps she might proceed according to plan. There would always be hope remaining...just a bit further now...
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Post by Enigmus on Jun 28, 2009 4:19:43 GMT -5
The noise level within the mansion was deafening, yet despite the noise nothing seemed to bother the two SOLDIERs as they continued their fight. It was true; neither of the two combatants had taken any damage that would compromise their capabilities. Rosso however was not in a position that would allow her to ease up. She had to fight with all she had. This is how she was trained, and this is how she always fought. She was Rosso the Bloodthirsty; her fighting style was wild, yet she had managed to hone these erratic movements well enough to use in combat. However, even her unusual fighting style could not catch Genesis off guard. Genesis was in another class above Rosso, and both of them knew. This infuriated Rosso, fighting with all she had as Genesis so calmly repelled whatever she mustered. The least he could was show her the slightest bit of respect. The truth of the mater was that Genesis wasn't wanting to finish her off either, though he had his own reasons. Rosso had not done anything against Genesis personally, so there was no feud sparked between them on a level of revenge. She was a SOLDIER, just as he was, but there was more to this; she was made from Jenova cells found within his body: G-Cells. It was almost as if she was somehow his relative. The SOLDIER could not let these thoughts take place in his mind however. He couldn't let anything affect his movements, especially emotions. Every SOLDIER was trained to forget what was placed in their hearts, or at least that is what Shin-ra attempted to do. SOLDIER was a force trained to fight, to kill. They had to be trained to abandon sentimentality, feelings, emotions; basically, to ignore their heart. Jenova was used to enhance their powers, but perhaps another purpose was to try and override the unit's heart with the cold and emotionless void of Jenova. But it was not so easy to rid the heart of emotion, especially if you only had certain emotions you wished to erase. Genesis was SOLDIER; he was part of Jenova, but he was also human, and with this human form he still held onto his human heart with all the emotions and feelings attached. He glanced over towards Naomi as she tore at the machine in anger. She was a powerful warrior, and it was clear why Deepground would go after her school, especially if there were more students like her. He could feel something about her however, something familiar. It was something he had not recognized since years ago. This was odd, but something he couldn't focus on at the moment, though it would be worth some meditation after this was done. Naomi certainly seemed to be engaged in this conflict, but from what Genesis had been able to discover, even though he knew little about this girl and her Academy, she had more of a stake in this mission than he did, and Rosso had done her more wrong than him. He heard the warrior's message to his foe clearly. Genesis had figured from the beginning that Naomi would probably want to take her shot at Rosso for whatever reasons, and it looked like that time had come. Rosso came in for a strike at Genesis, but he repelled the attack just like he had been. The only difference in his movements this time around was his jump backwards, placing a good distance away from Rosso. He flipped his red rapier in his hand to where the blade was pointing behind him as he carried it towards Naomi. He didn't walk straight towards her, trying to avoid any actions that would make him seem offensive. The SOLDIER was only a couple feet away from her side as he glanced over, then glanced at the machine behind her, which seemed to lose its weaponry functions. "I would make this quick if I were you. That machine was made by Shin-ra, meaning there's no stopping it from exploding. And a bit of advice: She won't hesitate to kill herself if it means taking us with her."Yes, Naomi was strong enough to finish this. Rosso was nearly at her limit, all that was really to be concerned with was the Widow. It seemed to have shut down to critical mass damages, but the single red light still blinked. The sooner this was finished, the sooner they could get out of the Mansion before the explosion took place. Rosso looked up at Naomi with frustration. All she could do was give another hysterical laugh. Sanity had left her mind. She was mad, and as her title explained, she was thirsty for blood. It didn't matter whose blood it was, even if it was her own. You could see a faint red, erratic glow off her body. This was her Bloodthirst form, her last resort of strength. Her face only showed a deranged, sadistic soul who wished for death of whoever her blade could reach. It no longer matter who she fought, as long as her blade would soon be quenched... **** *Location: Unknown* "You summoned me...my lord?""Creed...I'm so glad you could join me. I did not see your earlier today like I was expecting. Did you forget your orders?""Please forgive me my lord. I do not mean to make excuses, but there were...difficulties.""I see. That was to be expected. Do not worry; I did your job for you.""...Will it work?""It doesn't matter. Whether he stays the way he is or changes doesn't affect the fact that he only has a short amount of time to live, nor will it affect my plans in any way. However, I do have one problem that must be rectified immediately. Now, enough of my power has returned to do what needs to be done.""What is it you wish, my lord?""I can see that in your current condition, you will only prove to be a nuisance, rather than a prospect. I shall grant you your life back: Your human body.""Lord Erebus, I am grateful that you wish to make me whole again, but are you sure that you are able to-""Do you question my power?""Of course not, my liege! It is just-""Your conflicting natures will do me no good, that has become more apparent with each day that has passed since my arrival. The only way to correct this is if I resurrect your body, and then I can resurrect him.""...Please reconsider, my lord. I can do this without him.""If that were true, then Aiden would have been standing at my side now. I need someone who will do as I command without hesitation.""...Yes...my liege..."The room was dark and lit up only by the glowing mako beneath the steel floor, and only two figures distinguished themselves from the darkness. One, a servant, and the other his lord. The Dark Emperor placed his hand upon the head of his servant, engulfing the figure in blackness. The process was quick, revealing a new form to the servant. The metal that once surrounded him had vanished, and blood once again flowed through a once-dead human body. Now the Emperor placed the other hand upon the servant. "Come forth, O faithful one. Arise, and breath the air of the Light Realm once again and harken unto my call, Shining One of the Dark Realm!"Again the servant was consumed by darkness, but this time he could not contain the pain that ran through his new human form. He cried out in agony as if his very life force was being wrought from his body. The procedure soon ended, but instead of one figure, now there were two. The summoning had sent a massive and vile surge of energy throughout the continent, easily detectable by those sensitive to picking up such energy. The first servant panted heavily, barely able to kneel, while the other knelt perfectly, unwavering as he lifted his face towards the one who had summoned him. "What is thy bidding, my Emperor?"**** "Nibelheim...Haven't been here before.""Then you'd never know what you'd be missing if we just-""Oh, would you stop it you...pansy!""Hey! Who you calling a pansy?!""Chicken-Wuss!""Why you little...""...Hey, you ok?""Uhh...Y-Yeah, I'm good. I just...Ah, it's nothing. Anyways, if we're gonna do this, we better get going. I can already here the ruckus...*sigh*this sucks...""What'd you say?""Nuthin...*sighs*"
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Post by wildkuma on Jul 13, 2009 16:37:04 GMT -5
"Even with all that furor...that man's attacks...he's countering all of Rosso's moves effortlessly."
It was just as the crimson swordsman seemed to perceive, judging by how the majority of his efforts seemed to center around widening the distance between them. She could see how powerful he was...even though Rosso was a formidable enough opponent in her own right, Naomi couldn't even begin to imagine the destructive capacity he might possess. And she still couldn't figure out his aims...obviously he was another SOLDIER, but to possess experience greater than that of Rosso, he must be a very well established member. Her mind quickly ran over the data she'd collected while in the labs downstairs. He couldn't possibly be Sephiroth, as she'd noted him before herself. But Angeal, Weiss, or Genesis? That appeared to be a far more likely occurrence.
Rosso had called out something that sounded far more like Genesis than Angeal or Weiss. She was going to stick with that identity for the time being, unless the crimson swordsman gave reason for her to think otherwise.
But what was troubling her most was the fact that Genesis had been restricting his attacks only to those used to keep her in place and counter her. He never really had made an attempt to inflict damage. or truly tire her for that manner. It was not a concern in that Naomi thought she couldn't handle Rosso in prime condition...it just left her thinking that some of Genesis' ideals might prove a benefactor to Deepground in some way. Of course, there was no point overstepping her boundaries; Genesis was obviously far too much for her to handle at the moment. She would have more than enough of a challenge dealing with the crimson Tsievet.
She nodded as he spoke to her, having stepped back from the immediate vicinity of Rosso's attacks. He appeared to mean good will toward her, considering how careful he was handling his blade. It almost made Naomi regretful for being so cold to someone who was helping her, but she simply couldn't allow her guard to drop. Not here, not now, not ever.
i]"...Don't worry, it will be. And in all honesty, it probably would be best if you would head on your way. I don't really know why you chose to get involved, nor the relation you have to Rosso, but you've already helped me a good deal. If you want to leave this place before the self-destruct mechanism goes off, I wish you the best of luck. However, I know I'm going to walk out alive, whether that bomb goes off or not, and whether Rosso is with me or defeated.
I would prefer not to finish her but...I will if necessary." [/i][/b][/color] She could feel the hold of her guardian slipping from her grasp, the dragon glove seeming to flicker in and out of existence. Those close range tactics didn't appear as if they would prove useful against Rosso anyway, and so the girl dismissed the energies, drawing forth the flame taff Uriel instead. It was not nearly as powerful as the gliave, but it was sturdy, channelled materia well, and would allow her to keep some distance. Getting close to Rosso in this state seemed as if it would be as effective as trying to fistfight a lawnmower. Spells would be essential if she was going to withstand the onslaught of those whirling blades...though retaining some energy was going to be important as well if she was going to withstand that blast, which she intended to do entirely. She didn't know what sort of response Genesis would have, but it would have to be swift if he wished for any. For a moment she glanced to the materia she'd collected on her trip here, wondering how she might be able to combine such strengths to assist her. There were not too many...mostly recieved from the fallen forms of SOLDIERS and rogues she'd encountered on her way here, But so far they had proven to be very useful...and surely they would aid her in this undertaking. She could recall the strange yearning to channel her energies through when she'd first encountered him...this was a foreign power she did not entirely understand, but at least it might bring her a step closer to understanding the cpabilities of warriors in this land... Fira. Scan. Stop. Gravity. Reflect. Quake. Perhaps they would prove to be essential here...whatever the case, they had to be adequete because there was no way she was going to lose this fight. She cast one last glance to those foreign presences, and began to approach Rosso, swiftly preparing to set up reflect as she did. She was going to let Rosso lead the encounter and count down as she went.By the time that self-destruct mechanism went off, Naomi would be ready. It was her specially to withstand attacks and wear down the opponents energy until they were incapabile of defending themselves. But this...this would more likely be a challenge to determine if she could set up a stronghold and lock Rosso in until the bomb went off. If was going to be a brief encounter, but there was no doubt the struggle between the her and the crimson Tsievet was going to be intense for its duration. She only hoped she could replicate to some degree the control and calm that Genesis possessed while battling. -/-/-/-/-/-/- *Screech*Far above the hostile situation occuring below, a long time traveler had finally come upon his destination. A stray Pokeball was contained in its grip, but not because it was a trainer. The inhabitant within simply didn't have the ability to compete this far within land. At least without the help of arena modifications. The emerald dragon circled worriedly, having noticed the messages below and knowing they conflicted with his orders to keep watch. His trainer was in danger, and Breyen was not to interfere unless she was in a grave emergency. But her condition was fine for the time being, if tired. And her words spoke otherwise of her status. Just what to do? the dragon settled with circling a bit and creeping upon the building, getting a better feel for the messages being conveyed within. Breyen was aware she had used this form of communication before, though he was less sure of her targets. To hidden lifeforces being projected minute waves of energy in specific patterns...though Naomi was staring at Rosso, to Breyen, she was clearly sending a message of distress. "Who are you, can you help me?" Was the basic translation of the messages. The dragon Pokemon could only hope their training had made them capable of deciphering the message. For now, the dragon Pokemon would watch and wait, storing his energy for when the time was right. He'd keep an eye onn those two trainers for sure, scoping them out from the outskits of the building. But if trouble brewed, he'd be in there in a flash, fearless and threatening murder to any who dared step in his path. This old chateau was no suitable place for his trainer to perish, and he'd make sure it didn't happen. Glowing yellow eyes focused on those in the back. If Naomi needed his help, he certainly know about it. [/size][/font][/center]
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Post by Enigmus on Aug 20, 2009 20:23:40 GMT -5
Three silhouettes approached the hollowed town of Nibelheim. Obviously two of these creature were not natural inhabitants of the Gaia Continent, though not many people would pay much attention to this fact unless they were aware of what these creatures were. The only one of the group that could fit with the background was the boy, who appeared to be the trainer of the two pokemon. What would bring such a group to a place riddled with nightmares and Deepground? Vince was just asking himself the very same question. "We're almost there fellows. I think we should pick up the pace before things get too nasty to handle." The Garchomp stated as he began to walk a small bit faster. "I'm sure things would eventually resolve themselves if we just let it be. Who are we to interfere?" Vince replied dully, seeming to be in no big hurry. The Umbreon remained silent, appearing not to be one of the social types. The dragon pokemon let out a sigh, refusing to not let up in his pace. He knew that getting any work out of Vince would be a hassle, but he had hoped that in such a situation the boy would have been more prone to assist. Apparently he was wrong. Vince was one to avoid any dangerous confrontation by any means necessary. Actually, he just attempted to avoid any kind of physical labor as much as possible. The walk to Nibelheim was painful enough, since he couldn't use any other means of transportation without possibly drawing any notice. The Garchomp had to literally carry the boy through a couple sections of the walk. Why would the pokemon carry this lazy beatnik? He asked himself that very same question. "Hey...do you feel that?""Yeah...been feeling it for a bit now. Have no idea what it is though.""Well...It's coming from the town...maybe it's her?""Probably...""I think she maybe trying to send us a message. Something along the lines of using Morse Code, or a means of communication of a similar sort, only using her energy. Fascinating!""You know what it's saying?""*sigh* Not a clue I'm afraid. I can only learn so much at a time, and I honestly wasn't thinking of learning Morse Code. We could try and mimic the energy outputs, at least to show we're getting the message. Perhaps we'll get a more understandable communication in return.""You have fun with that. When the crap hits the fan, I want none of the blame falling on me...or the crap...*sigh* What a drag!"The Garchomp shook his head before focusing on the task at hand. He didn't have much energy to show off, but if the sender of the message was talented enough to use her own energy in this kind of manner, she should be able to at least pick up on the mirroring waves he was sending back. They weren't perfectly matched, but he was doing the best he could for performing the action for the first time. The Umbreon continued to walk silently, glancing up only for a moment to see his trainer walking, slouched forward with his arms dangling and a moping expression on his face. "I try to get out, and they keep dragging me back in...*sniffle*"
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