The Duel Of Ages

[The Forgetful Archivist he/him]

TFA looks up from the tower he has been constructing out of coasters and asked "Has any one seen Nohadon lately? The last I saw of him was 8 days ago" turning back to his tower he added, "I hope no one killed him, there has been a lot of that going around..."

[old man moomba he/him]

Dwig begins to wave his arms in strange patterns. As he does this a rift opens in the sky and a whole bunch of rocks and building materials fall out. Some of the rocks lift themselves up to become living statues. The statues begin to assemble as massive tower out of the rocks. As they complete it, they begin to build a path between the tower and the pavilion.

Edited April 2, 2018 by Dwig Jigdens

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Yeah, I do know all the famous people lopen. @Nohadon DO YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS A DUEL BEING OFFERED TO YOU RIGHT NOW??" Glancing at Dwig and The forgetful archivist. Suddenly he heard a voice from the back of his mind. I think that they are trying to one up me. Shut up bill, you don't have a body anymore, I spiked your consciousness away from you. Mac replied.

 I dont care, they are still trying to one up you. 

WHAT THEY ARE TRYING TO ONE UP ME?! This cant be happening. I will destroy them.

Mac turns away, summoning a portal and another floating island. Putting a tarp up around it, he disappeared from sight.

[Kidpen he/him]

An Old liebrarian walks up to the party island "I'm pretty confused about what is going on, but I would like to join! I'm also in the market for some customizable soulstamps by the way. 30 of them to be exact. I don't suppose you have any of those. Or 20 seons? I like parties a lot."

[MacThorstenson he/him]

“We aren’t really selling anything right now. Or doing any business. All we are doing is having fun. Come aboard!”

[Kidpen he/him]

The liebrarian suddenly straightened up. "Well, alright then." Then she came aboard. "Sounds good!"

[old man moomba he/him]

Dwig reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of glass coins "tada, free money"

[Kidpen he/him]

"Are you saying that's for me? Or for anyone? Or for someone else?"

[MacThorstenson he/him]

Emerging from his tarp tent, Mac gathers everyone's attention for the big reveal. "Ta-da!!!" All the tarps fall away to reveal a miniature palace. To scale, its about the size of Versailles, but is designed in an eastern feel. 

"Watch this," Mac steps toward the palace then suddenly shrinks down to the size as the palace. "Would ya look at that, It Worked!" He yells with a squeaky voice. He steps back and grows back to full size. 

"Here is my miniature live in summer palace, version 1.0. You shrink down to the same size as the palace when you approach it, so now you can have a luxury palace, with almost none of the space!!" Ha, let them try to one up that.

[Nohadon he/him]

you see a puff of white smoke appear in the battlefield, a young man wearing tattered convict's rags and unchained manacles appears, he is absently shuffling a deck of cards.

"sorry I'm late!" he calls out, voice booming farther than expected "was investigating an assassination!" he glares at Mac

if you are ready to fight, I suggest we get on with it! Nohadon takes out two, gleaming red daggers, glowing brightly, like shardblades.

he draws a card from his deck of nicrosil, it's a king of blades. "this should be fun" he says as Aon sheo flashes a deep red in the air in front of him

[Mistspren she/her]

Mistspren sat, thinking in the dark.

It was so quiet, it was loud. The silence was palpable, roaring all around.

Something changed.

It was an immeasurable shift, at once too large and minute to quantify. A faint tugging, an itch that could not be scratched pointing towards some unknowable event.

Eyes snapping open, Mistspren surveyed the small room. An essence mark pressed onto Mistspren’s arm, granting advanced of Alleymatics, enough to allow some... interesting applications.

A small device shaped like a knife rested in Mistspren’s hand, borne from the years of training and research at the finest universities the mark granted.

Slashing upwards with the device, Mistspren stepped forward. The device ripped a hole in the fabric of time itself, trailing velvety darkness.

Mistspren emerged next to MacThorstenson, nodding toward him cordially before reclining into a chair to watch the duel.

“Hey Mac. Nice pavilion.”

Edited April 9, 2018 by Mistspren

[MacThorstenson he/him]

Glancing at Mistspren, Mac turns around and yells to the man at the bar, "Bob! Mistspren is here, you can put the time shields back up. We don't want any unexpected guests showing up, do we." 

Turning back to Mistspren, he asks "Could you please put that device away? I wouldn't want the security guards to get the wrong idea."

[Mistspren she/her]

“Of course.” Mistspren pockets the device and removes the essence mark.

It was good to have a day off the fighting.

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Thank you." Turning to @LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian mac says "Its time for you to fight." He pushes him of the island onto an awakened tapestry which lowers him down to the ground.

Edited April 8, 2018 by MacThorstenson

[LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian]

'I guess I'll have to give you another game later Ares. Your positional chess needs some work. For now, I need to show Nohadon the power of a master of the ways of the alley.' He whipped out the revolvers with the sandalwood grips from his sides, a red glow emanating from the chamber. Mac gave him a wink at the sight of this, realising that Lopen's experiments with mixing AonDor and Awakening had been successful. Lopen had made a sane Nightblood for the modern gentleman, and he was going to put the skills he acquired in Gilead to good use. He was still in middair when the sound of two simultaneous shots split the air, some confused looking birds trying to understand where the voice they heard was coming from chirped in vain. The only two people who could stop that bullet were Mac and Voidus, due to the precise nature of its command. 'Seek and kill Nohadon. Leech on him till a husk of his former self exhales its final breath within 5 minutes of being hit.' Of course in his native tongue it was much shorter, but that was long dead, so why waste its beauty on this cruel world? His armorer had done wonders with these new bullets. He should give her a substansial Rayse (pun shamelessly intended).

Edited April 8, 2018 by LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian
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[Nohadon he/him]

Nohadon smiles at Lopen he draws another card. 6 of books. “Perfect” he holds it up and the glowing Aon Sheo in the air is modified. Nohadon taps the centre and shouts “destroy Lopen” the gleaming red Aon shoots forward directly towards his opponent. “I would prefer not to kill, but it WAS you who brought an awakened gun to the fight!”

[LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian]

That’s where you’re wrong @Nohadon. It was never the gun,’ Lopen remarked with a sad smile gracing his face as the type 4 Awakened bullets embedded themselves in Nohadon and started sucking him dry of all Investiture. ‘It’s an old theory that the DA came up with around a hundred years after both these magic systems were discovered by us. Due to the massive amount of Investiture you have, it would take some time for a regular type 4 Awakened object to do this, but as these bullets were programmed specifically to do this, it should take under 5 minutes. My armorer came up with a way to help me with this when I told her of my invention. The bullet has a special device attached to the bottom that embeds itself further into the body and lodges itself within the body, making it improbable for a doctor to take out in the needed time.’ There was a flaw to this invention though, and although his voice exuded confidence, his anxiety was more ferocious than ever before. 

[Nohadon he/him]

Nohadon looks down at his chest, and raises a shardagger, after a couple quick incisions, the skin around the bullet detatches itself from his spiritweb, he then takes a sharp gasp, and his entire body glows vibrant and white, it dissapears almost immediatley as the bullets get flung through him and into the wall, staying there due to the lashings

"that was a cheap move, but you made no attempt to block my attack" he says, grinning at Lopen, as the red aon sails towards him

[LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian]

The Aon was very interesting, but the problem was its programming was ineffective. Lopen grabbed a cookie from his belt, the spike piercing it the love child of Forgery and Hemallurgy. It was one of the simplest Soulspikes he had ever created. It simply made sure that his parents had never called him Lopen, but went for their other choice. He quickly consumed the cookie, and the Aon stopped in midair looking confused, before vanishing.

[LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian]

Now after all of Nohadon’s Investiture had been sucked dry the man revealed something he had been working on for weeks. He quickly started modifying an Aon Edo to enclose around Nohadon, the inside of the shield functioning like the outside of a normal Aon Edo.

[Nohadon he/him]

Nohadon's eyes widen as the aon vanishes, he shuffles his deck and draws three cards.

"Five of shields!" he says, raising the first one, a shield of white light forms around Nohadon

"Two of Blades!" he says, letting go of the card as it shoots through the air on a steelpush

"Nine of Boots!" he says, his form blurrs as he crosses to the other side of the arena, near the island pavillion

"Changing identity might work against my homing aons, but good luck using that trick to avoid me!" with a roar, Nohadon sends his opponent flying on a steelpush by the belt

[Nohadon he/him]

Nohadon stares at the strange prison made from aon edo, and his rage boils up inside of him.

he draws another card and smiles.

"Aon Tae" he mutters, under his breath as the shield breaks open, he takes another sharp intake of breath, and starts glowing, dimmer than last time, but still bright, and raises up into the sky

"Lets take this to another level!" he calls down to @LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian

[LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian]

‘I’ll join you on your level,’ the man replied sinking deep into the planet’s crust.

[LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian]

‘And breaking an Aon Edo in that way is impossible. There is a way. But you do not know de way.’

[Nohadon he/him]

(oh, I though "open" would do the trick, as I my character viewed it as a prison)

"wrong way!" he shouts, but hey, if his opponent wants to enjoy this, he'll get what he deserves, he swigs a vial of steel, and drops a dozen coins below, steelpushing them for more momentum