Mystic Syn she/her Posted April 12, 2022 Author Posted April 12, 2022 Quote I think within the next hour or so, I’ll finally have written my response. But not right now, ‘cause busy.
Channelknight Fadran Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 Quote Coolio We'll just wait on you, then
Mystic Syn she/her Posted April 12, 2022 Author Posted April 12, 2022 10 hours ago, xinoehp512 said: Grace raised her gloved hands and washed the Pacis in a wall of fire. A Pacis ran, then stood in front of the wall of fire before it could hit them. He planted his his feet, pushing out with his hands. The fire swirled around his hands, following his gestures, then dissipating into smoke before it could hit them. He looked up at Grace, determination settling in as he pulled back his sleeves. Fire ran up his arms as he summoned more of it, then sending the flames her way. As the bullets rained down on Ji, blades surged around him, deflecting the bullets, a few of them hitting their shooter. The few it hit stumbled back, gasping as red soaked their white uniforms. Ji grunted, thrusting his hands forward. Ghostly blades zipped toward them, impaling themselves into them with ease. Pacis screamed, their shouts of pain filling the room. A few of them send their own lightning at him, but the blades shot forward, taking the blows, dissipating the blades into nothing before being replaced by more blades. A couple Pacis rushed forward, avoiding the blades to get in close quarters with Ji. One of them brandished their polished knives, while another summoned shards of sharp ice. They fought off his blades, inching closer and closer to him. Ji leaned back, narrowly dodging a swipe made at him by the one with ice, feeling the cold wash over his face. He backed off, dodging the two again and again. Blades swirled around him, keeping the Pacis busy. Ji looked around, gritting his teeth as he sent more blades. He kept a wary eye on Grace, impaling lesser Pacis with his outer blades. . . . The figure leapt through the air, the wind catching her short hair. She landed on another building, finally at the alleyway where William was fighting. Slowing down, the figure looked over the edge, watching the other person ram their blade into his sternum. The other person was taking care of themselves just fine, then. Perhaps they didn't need her... But a shiver didn't go down her spine. She walked away a bit, getting behind William, then jumped off the edge. Ribbons of pure energy silently shot themselves into the building she stood on, slowing her descent. The figure landed softly a few length behind William, watching both him and his assailant in the shadows quietly.
Channelknight Fadran Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 Hundreds of portals, all around her. Elya's eyes went wide with shock, her heart rate zipping up involuntarily. Lights... it had taken intense levels of concentration just to determine where two portal ends were facing. There wasn't any way she could read every single one in the fraction of a second it'd take before he'd take his next shot. Even if her base skills far exceeded his, there wasn't anything she could do in the face of being so overwhelemed. There was only so much one girl with a sword could do. His hands flicked upwards, aiming down towards the two portal ends he'd set up to strike her. Elya, in desperation, swung out her blade, ran, and spun in a lopsided circle. The shots went wild, unable to compensate for the non-uniform movement: but that would be a one-time trick. He'd be able to account for that next time. One observation would be all it'd take for a Mystic as powerful as him. What angle had the bullets gone from? Displaced heat and air told a complicated story: somehow, they'd each shot through a massive network of portals before soaring out and striking the walls. Even for him, that level of planning should have been impossible in the split second he'd had; lights, it would've been impossible for her. What does that mean? What does that mean? Elya puffed, pouring energy into her power to force her thoughts into an even more rapid pace. Everything... everyone... they all have a weak point... what the lights is his? On 4/6/2022 at 8:29 PM, Tani said: Kazh hugged the lifegiver again, still flaming. The Mystic began to scream: still insane, enraged, and euphoric, but screams nonetheless. The blood on the surface of his rancid body started bubbling and boiling, roasting tendons, ligaments, and muscle. The smell of burnt hair and flesh spilled through the air among the gas: like a burnt loaf of frybread, but a million times more tepid. V'Harte threw a fist at the flaming creature, but his fist only passed cleanly through the fire, coming out the other end charred and blackened. A dozen more swipes passed through the creature, faster than the eye could see... to no avail. The screaming stopped. V'Harte thought for one agonizing second. "Aha." He chuckled, then began--once again--to laugh like a madman. "Oh! How wonderful! Such a sensation. And you've opened yourself up to me! Why thank you. That makes things an awful lot easier on me." Now completely engulfed in flame, the Mystic closed his eyes once again. The blackened muscles and organs began to reknit, faster than ever before--and Kazh's blazing form began to flicker, dim, and sputter. Quote He heals by drawing energy from other creatures, accessed by harming them to open up the system. By transforming themself into literal flame, Kazh has essentially given V'Harte a massive heat battery to soak. Also do let me know if he's being too frustratingly OP. I mean... he is supposed to be insanely overpowered, but I can definitely try to nerf him a little here and there to make the RP more enjoyable.
xinoehp512 he/him Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 Grace popped into the Enchanted Realm and moved to stab from behind.
Frustration Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 John watched as V'Harte began to heal despite the heat and flames surrounding him, how was he supposed to make this thing die? Wait! He wasn't moving. John took out the rifle, holding rounds far larger than his regular gun and took aim right for V'Harte's head.
Channelknight Fadran Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 "Has that master assassin of yours not taught you anything?" V'Harte asked, now growing enough to even grow skin back over his face. The euphoric grin never faltered.
Frustration Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 2 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: "Has that master assassin of yours not taught you anything?" V'Harte asked, now growing enough to even grow skin back over his face. The euphoric grin never faltered. "Not really, I'm just trying to lodge enough lead into your brain that it stops working." John said firing s second shot.
Channelknight Fadran Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 Quote *Not me over here trying to elicit longer posts for a strong battle climax*
Frustration Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 2 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Quote Do you mind me narrating V'Harte's actions?
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 Lyanör shot bullet after bullet into V'Harte's head, stepping into where she could see him for long enough for a few bullets, then retreating into the quickly-dissipating gas and moving to a completely different location.
Quivil Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 (edited) Kazh dismissed the transformation spell and backed off as fast as he could. Something felt off. He checked his fatigue, eyes widening. When did that get so low? He kept the other spell going, the one burning the Mystic up from the inside, and started building a fireball in his hand. Quote Fatigue is to GURPS (and Kazh) as spell slots are to D&D (but fatigue also tells how much energy you have, not just how many more spells you can cast.) And about V'harte: That's just how he works. I don't think it's OP, I think it's just how he is. There's probably a way to beat him, we just haven't done it yet. Edited April 12, 2022 by Tani
Frustration Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 Quote I've thought of some, I just lack the resources to use them at the moment.
Channelknight Fadran Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 Quote Decapitation would be a pretty solid route
Mystic Syn she/her Posted April 12, 2022 Author Posted April 12, 2022 Decisions, decisions, the voice mused. She set her jaw. But you’ve already decided, hm? The girl darted forward, the shadows clinging to her figure. An obsidian knife fell into her right hand––ivory in the left. Blood spattered on the ground in the corner of her eye, flickers of bodies appearing not long after. She ignored them, pushing forward in silence. Her footsteps were a mere whisper, breathing quietly as she came up to William, jabbing her obsidian knife into the back of his throat, pushing it in farther with a grunt. With the ivory, she rammed it in where his heart was, pushing it as deep as she could. Something within her wanted to cry out, for using that cursed strategy ever since the last time she used it, but she had no choice. Grunting again, the girl pushed deeper, twisting the blades in him. 4 hours ago, xinoehp512 said: Grace popped into the Enchanted Realm and moved to stab from behind. The Mystic looked around where she’d gone off to, unaware of her creeping up on him. He shot fire in wild directions, none of them hitting their mark. Ji danced with his opponents. Each time they got close, he always managed to dodge and swerve out of the way. It was taking more energy than he liked, but such was a thing in the midst of battle. He tried using his blades close quarters, but they swerved out of the way, coming in quickly for some more jabs. He cursed softly, ramming another blade into another Pacis that tried to join the couple fighting him.
xinoehp512 he/him Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 1 minute ago, Mystic Syn said: Decisions, decisions, the voice mused. She set her jaw. But you’ve already decided, hm? The girl darted forward, the shadows clinging to her figure. An obsidian knife fell into her right hand––ivory in the left. Blood spattered on the ground in the corner of her eye, flickers of bodies appearing not long after. She ignored them, pushing forward in silence. Her footsteps were a mere whisper, breathing quietly as she came up to William, jabbing her obsidian knife into the back of his throat, pushing it in farther with a grunt. With the ivory, she rammed it in where his heart was, pushing it as deep as she could. Something within her wanted to cry out, for using that cursed strategy ever since the last time she used it, but she had no choice. Grunting again, the girl pushed deeper, twisting the blades in him. The Mystic looked around where she’d gone off to, unaware of her creeping up on him. He shot fire in wild directions, none of them hitting their mark. Ji danced with his opponents. Each time they got close, he always managed to dodge and swerve out of the way. It was taking more energy than he liked, but such was a thing in the midst of battle. He tried using his blades close quarters, but they swerved out of the way, coming in quickly for some more jabs. He cursed softly, ramming another blade into another Pacis that tried to join the couple fighting him. Grace stabbed the Mystic with the blood knife. Where it touched withered away as the blood inside was drawn out.
Quivil Posted April 12, 2022 Posted April 12, 2022 Kazh finished building the fireball and threw it, hitting the Mystic. The fireball exploded. Quote The explosion should have about a one yard diameter, as I spent only one second on it.
Channelknight Fadran Posted April 13, 2022 Posted April 13, 2022 (edited) Another wave of portals went up. It didn't matter that she'd slowed down her perception to read everything one instance after the next, draining her vitality like nothing else--somehow, they all appeared almost simultaneously. The massive sphere of warped space completely threw off every current and soundwave, throwing even her own incredible sensory capabilities into a general chaos. Was there anything at all she could do to account for any of this? How in the world was he managing to maintain all these? One more moment passed. He was all set up now. William's arms began to move towards his entry portals. Assume a weakness! That was her only option. It was either die here or get lucky. He was a Transporter, and he couldn't aim while traveling through his own portals. That meant his own senses were relatively lacking, so setting up a massive branch of portals like this had to follow some sort of preloaded pattern. He'd either have a few possibilities to use at his fingertips, or a sort of internal algorithm to place them in a foreseeable order. Given his remarkable ability to read momentum, angles, and triangulate information, that just had to be it. He'd almost aligned his shots now. Elya could see every muscle in his body straining or contracting. Even from here she could discern his heartrate, blood pressure, minute brain wave outputs... what else would he be using as a seed for his patterns? Regardless of whatever a soul was supposed to do, bodies always worked by reacting to stimuli. Everyone's actions could always be predicted, no matter what. What the lights? None of that mattered. Even if she could somehow derive the pattern before he fired, there wasn't any way she could force her body to move accordingly in time. You're more powerful than I am. Elya admitted. She... couldn't win. I'm sorry everyone. 23 hours ago, Mystic Syn said: The girl darted forward, the shadows clinging to her figure. An obsidian knife fell into her right hand––ivory in the left. Blood spattered on the ground in the corner of her eye, flickers of bodies appearing not long after. She ignored them, pushing forward in silence. Her footsteps were a mere whisper, breathing quietly as she came up to William, jabbing her obsidian knife into the back of his throat, pushing it in farther with a grunt. With the ivory, she rammed it in where his heart was, pushing it as deep as she could. Something within her wanted to cry out, for using that cursed strategy ever since the last time she used it, but she had no choice. Grunting again, the girl pushed deeper, twisting the blades in him. "Just keep it up, you fools." V'Harte taunted, white skin now starting to finally grow back over his muscles and tendons. "Once I'm all better I'll give you some quick deaths, painful though it is to say that... I guess you sorts of folks really aren't the type for enjoying pain. Pity." Still, his breathing was ragged and panty. He was clearly focusing almost all his power into just healing himself at this point, not even bothering to move. Explosions, knives, bullets... he let them all take him. They were shoved out by rapid healing in just moments. "Do bear in mind that I hold no grudge!" He added, smiling. "This was a lot of fun. None of this killing is personal at all. Full kudos to you." Quote I guess I should prolly drop a couple hints that y'allses characters might've noticed: He regenerates his vitals first, of course. This includes his head, any immediately necessary organs (lungs, heart, etc,; as opposed to things like the stomach and kidneys), and also the muscles over his back before those over his front. The healing is instinctive, in most cases. He's capable of regenerating even if he's unconscious by involuntarily drawing in energy from other creatures. His pants are everything-proof, I've decided, because the Shard wouldn't like me very much if they weren't at this point. @Frustration @DramaQueen @Tani Edited April 13, 2022 by Channelknight Fadran 2
Frustration Posted April 13, 2022 Posted April 13, 2022 28 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: His pants are everything-proof, I've decided, because the Shard wouldn't like me very much if they weren't at this point. Quote A good rule of thumb I'm going to try for a kill, tell me if this is too much. John watched in horror as V'Harte stopped resisting, simply healing off their attacks. It was now or never, he likely wouldn't survive this but he had to try. John raised the rifle to his shoulder, and fired a single shot to the head. V'Harte didn't even try to dodge it, he didn't need to. John followed it up by smashing the stock into his head, which did nothing more than phase the mystic. However phasing him was all John needed. John lept at V'Harte plunging the knife into his neck, trying to sever the spinal cord. If he couldn't kill him John could at least prevent him from attacking. John placed the knife and held it, so long as it stayed there communication between the brain and body would stop at the blade. He had to keep it there, nothing else mattered.
Channelknight Fadran Posted April 13, 2022 Posted April 13, 2022 Tengo's eyes went wide and breathing caught. That bullet... that strike... A feint? Both of them? Damn! No. Nonono. He couldn't... he couldn't feel... Lights. Where the lights was his body? Where the lights was his body? How in the world had they outplayed him like this? Was all that nothing more than a false security? There was no way they could've downplayed their own abilities for that long. He'd stabbed that mercenary, for lights' sake! Even for a group of respectable warriors like this, they couldn't have maintained that level of willpower. It was always easy enough to put your life on the line in theory, but in practice... No. No, that wasn't it. His thoughts turned to a memory. Something that Transporter had told him, ages ago: back when he'd first joined the Reapers. You're being allowed to join because of your powers. William had said. But you'll only stay if you learn to use them properly. He'd just let his guard down. It wasn't that they were stronger--it was just that he'd held back. If only he'd held them in a higher respect, treated them like an actual threat... then, by lights, they wouldn't have been! It was his own damn fault for playing with his prey like he always did. Not once since he'd joined had he ever actually put his back into it. All of it had always come naturally. Lights, even his powers were just a one-way conveyor of energy. Not once had he taken anything seriously. Not once had he actually tried. It was all just a game, because how in the world could he have actually lost; and to a bunch of losers like these, to boot? "Hey..." Tengo managed to croak. "Y'know... I coulda..." He stopped himself. That was actual fear in their eyes. That little girl in the jacket, the kid with the fire... they'd been fighting for their lives. But he hadn't been. And that's why he'd lost. One last smile pricked up across his face. "Kudos... ta you guys... pals..." He closed his eyes, the last bits of life finally seeping away. "Keep it up." Then his body went limp, the life left him, and all the pain finally vanished. William's pistols dropped. His arms and legs went limp, suddenly pale. Blood trickled down his chest and soaked around his neck. How? What? All the portals vanished. The air blasted about in response, filling out the empty spaces once again to their natural state. It tossed Elya's hair over her face, even fluttering the edges of her coat a bit. Who was it? Ji? Lyanor? John? Had they already defeated the Lifegiver? LIGHTS! The fatigue crashed over her, sending Elya sprawling to the ground. Her sword clattered to the street as she barely managed to fling out her arms to catch herself. Blood rushed about, heating her arms and fingertips at long last. How fast was her heart pounding? Two hundred beats a minute? Two-fifty? It just felt like a steady vibration, like a hummingbird's wings. It took seconds before she could hear again; minutes before she could see. How long had she been maintaining that level of concentration? Even breathing sounded like a scream now, burning against her lungs like the devil's own fires. No matter how hard or long she trained, her body simply wasn't compatible with that threshold of power. It was like overcharging a battery, or a pressure wave inside a flask. And it had almost been for nothing. Who...? Didn't matter. She'd been spread out like this for ages now. If they were an enemy, they full well could've killed or captured her by now. If it didn't matter to them that Elya's own tears couldn't even squeeze their way out or that not even the storm of rapid, gasped breathing could circulate all the blood she needed, then it didn't matter to her that they had saved her. It was only human that agony like this could overtake all other things; and only human was all she would ever be. 2
Frustration Posted April 13, 2022 Posted April 13, 2022 (edited) 20 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Tengo's eyes went wide and breathing caught. That bullet... that strike... A feint? Both of them? Damn! No. Nonono. He couldn't... he couldn't feel... Lights. Where the lights was his body? Where the lights was his body? How in the world had they outplayed him like this? Was all that nothing more than a false security? There was no way they could've downplayed their own abilities for that long. He'd stabbed that mercenary, for lights' sake! Even for a group of respectable warriors like this, they couldn't have maintained that level of willpower. It was always easy enough to put your life on the line in theory, but in practice... No. No, that wasn't it. His thoughts turned to a memory. Something that Transporter had told him, ages ago: back when he'd first joined the Reapers. You're being allowed to join because of your powers. William had said. But you'll only stay if you learn to use them properly. He'd just let his guard down. It wasn't that they were stronger--it was just that he'd held back. If only he'd held them in a higher respect, treated them like an actual threat... then, by lights, they wouldn't have been! It was his own damn fault for playing with his prey like he always did. Not once since he'd joined had he ever actually put his back into it. All of it had always come naturally. Lights, even his powers were just a one-way conveyor of energy. Not once had he taken anything seriously. Not once had he actually tried. It was all just a game, because how in the world could he have actually lost; and to a bunch of losers like these, to boot? "Hey..." Tengo managed to croak. "Y'know... I coulda..." He stopped himself. That was actual fear in their eyes. That little girl in the jacket, the kid with the fire... they'd been fighting for their lives. But he hadn't been. And that's why he'd lost. One last smile pricked up across his face. "Kudos... ta you guys... pals..." He closed his eyes, the last bits of life finally seeping away. "Keep it up." Then his body went limp, the life left him, and all the pain finally vanished. Quote . . . Did you just make a 2d disposable roleplay villain into a fully fleshed out and beliveable character in a single post? John shook violently even as the body beneath him stopped moving. His breath came in rasping gasps as he tried to calm himself. It seemed like it worked, but he couldn't be certain. After what felt like an eternity John finished decapitating V'Harte, and stood, carefull to put the head off to the side of the body. The knife fell with a clatter to the ground, as John stared at the mystic unawarre of anything else. Had he done it? Had they finally won? John dropped back to the ground, barely able to move. He felt weak, the world spun around him, his head felt like it had taken the recoil from a cannon. "D-did, did it work?" Edited April 13, 2022 by Frustration
Quivil Posted April 13, 2022 Posted April 13, 2022 4 minutes ago, Frustration said: "D-did, did it work?" "I... think so? He's not healing anymore..." Quote @Channelknight Fadran it has to do with identity maybe. His pants are just part of him, mend with the rest of him, and count as a vital organ.
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