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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 23, 2009 14:03:50 GMT -5
OOC- I'd rather have Yoshi being useful by his own power, not due to your deus ex machina plot device. Not to mention that his power wasn't specifically aimed at Prime, just that he was showing what he could do. The fact that Prime was one of the targets was a massive non-issue.
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Post by hermes on Apr 24, 2009 3:23:16 GMT -5
OOC: A lengthy discussion resolved most of El's issues. Don't wait on us, we're done bitching and counter bitching.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Apr 25, 2009 23:56:29 GMT -5
Al precariously followed the group, the pressure of a hand, urging him forward. He stepped through the portal, and the scenary had changed, to something completely different, and he felt disconnected to the place, which they had previously been. Al paused as he could feel a presence, but something much more powerful then anything he had particularly encountered, but it didn't have a hostile nature, but more of a protectant nature.
"I see that the heroes have come to join me..." A powerfully booming voice said, echoing across the plain that they had stepped in.
"Ye-yes!" Al said, timidly at first, but asserting his authority.
"I know why you are here, I know the answers you seek, just ask the question, and I shall grant you an answer. Though, sometimes, not always the answers that you would like to hear, nor are they easy to decipher." The powerful voice said booming throughout the room.
Al thought for a moment, the cogs in his brain turning to think of the right question to ask, "Why are the gods warring with each other? What is the reason? And how can we stop them?" Al said inquiring.
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Post by hermes on Apr 26, 2009 1:20:22 GMT -5
OOC: Origionally I was giving over control of Odin to Kevin, but he's opted that I do the writing for Odin.
BIC: "We do not all war, child." Odin said, from his throne. "The Greek Lord with fire rage, over the birth of a forgotton son. Born on land meshed with sea. Know not the son, of his fathers breed." Odin smiled, looking down on Al with some amusement. "The childs blood does hold the key, the reason why the Gods meet violently." Odin gave a pointed look to Al, then redirected his gaze to Primus, and Zebedee slightly beyond.
"To you, dear friend, I say this! The God you so revere saw fit to create you, through us or by his own hand is a mystery. Though I can lay our lives to his feet as well. I will neither ask, nor force, your worship. But I do demand that you respect a creation chosen by your Lord to hold Divinity on this plain." Odin said, though not unkind, unmistakable arrogant and commanding.
Primus smiled apologetically at Zebedee, the Lord of the Norse Gods did not have human roots, as Primus did.
"As for you Primus, I know what you seek." Odin said, taking a golden pocketwatch from his cloak, and throwing it to Primus, who caught it deftly. "What you seek, can only come with time." Odin said heavily, "And time moves quickest from the greatest of heights." Primus nodded, not entirely understanding, but certainly he now had a clue to go by.
"As for you Yoshimitsu, you already have what you seek. Work together with your other selves, your balancers, your reckoning with evil. Bring them ever close to you, and you shall find the power to shatter even those who stand above you." Odin cast his gaze upon Zebedee once more.
"You have a choice to make. Your solitary path leads you away from your friends, whether to gain something, or to keep something, I suggest you accompany one of your friends." Odin got up, and slowly walked to Zebedee's side, and whispered into his ear. "Perhaps God created Eve, so no man would have to walk alone." Odin clapped him twice on the shoulder, and then returned to his throne.
"Primus! You will take them to the destination that suit they're needs. I'm afraid Zebedee's technologically based teleportation won't work in a place with no sun, though Yoshimitsu's power may still function. Or you may return through the portal you just entered. Nary a second will have past since you left." Odin said, then he and the warrior around him resumed their great feast. Waiting, with the patience of men long since earned it, for the coming of Ragnarok.
"Let the day never come." Primus said silently, as he turned away.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 26, 2009 4:33:31 GMT -5
Zebedee's expression remained hard while at first listening to the head of the Norse pantheon speaking. He tried to avoid defiance in his eyes, though his posture remained fairly tense. With every word though, he seemed to soften ever so slightly.
Maybe they aren't all so terrible... If one lives for long enough, I suppose that they can boil away their impurities... And the fact that he speaks of the Lord as being higher than himself. Humility. That is the component that too many of these self-proclaimed superior beings have lacked.
Zebedee nodded, and kept his head lowered.
"I will not bow before you, but I'll show as much respect as I am able, Odin. I'm sure that you understand such things, with how deep the currents of your knowledge run," Zebedee brushed his hair before his eyes, shielding his gaze.
"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind," Zebedee muttered, his thoughts already drifting to what was at stake. Back home, doing what she could to restore some kind of order to a world that had been ripped to pieces... The one he had been on his way to visit when the beast of Poiseidon's had interfered. Thyra was probably waiting for him, understanding what had happened, but saddened nonetheless. That frown on her lips...
"Thank you. We all should be going. If there is a war about to happen, even the smallest fraction of a second will be vital," Zebedee nodded to Odin once, and then turned away. He stepped through the portal briskly, not awaiting so much as another word from his comrades.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 26, 2009 10:06:54 GMT -5
"Well, you got one thing right," Yoshimitsu commented. "These clues aren't exactly obvious."
Yoshimitsu ran a finger over his Bahamut Blade's hilt, thinking. His other self... That much was obvious. He knew his other self too well. But his balancers? His mind raced through different meanings. It was the most enigmatic of the advice. And the final piece, his reckoning with evil. That was his initial idea, but now he was not so sure.
"My balancers..." Yoshimitsu muttered. He raised his voice. "Thank you for the advice. No offense, but I don't hope we meet again. That might imply that something like this could happen again."
The blue haired teenager bowed before the God, noticing Zebedee's abrupt departure. With a casual, short wave to Al and Primus, he turned on the spot and stepped back through the portal, following Zebedee.
"Zebedee, wait up," Yoshimitsu said, stepping to stand with his friend. "The Gods... Well... Betcha I can take out more than you." His tone was challenging, but clearlt attempting to lighten Zebedee's mood. He had recognised the urgency in his friend's departure. Something was on his mind. Yoshimitsu would not pry but he would do all he could to help, even if all he could do was crack jokes.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Apr 27, 2009 22:13:58 GMT -5
Al listened carefully to the words spoken by Odin. His words were confusing, but certainly laden with clues, Al thought to himself, seriously. He pondered at the words, trying to figure out what exactly they meant, and how much of what Odin said actually pertained to him. "I don't understand..." Al said to Odin, "I am assuming that you are telling me that my father is a God, higher being, powerful individual, say what you may, but my lineage lays in the Hawaiian blood line. My mother was Hawaiian, a powerful summoned at that, her name was Ke'ala. My father was a prince on the island of Oahu, separate from my Mother, Ke'ala. They ran away together, and that is how I was conceived..." Al said, pleading for some clarification, that the leader of Pantheon's had given him. "Your Mother did not marry your father, am I correct?" The powerful voice of Odin said, echoing through the corridor. Al paused, thinking back, trying to remember his mother, "Now that you mention it, there were times that I would see her standing on the beach, her eyes lost in the oceans waves, as if waiting for someone..." Odin smiled, "Maybe your not alone?" he placed his hand on Al's shoulder, firmly pressing down, for reassurance, "Who is it you seek?" With those words Odin had guided Al out of the portal, forcefully. Al fell to the ground, not because he couldn't stop himself, but because he just found out he was a demi-god. "I don't believe it," Al said to Zebedee, Primus, and Yoshimitsu. "He told me that my Mother had conceived me from a god, but," Al paused for a second, the riddle un-raveling in his mind, "That's way too easy to figure out..." Al stood, and brushed his knee's clear of the dirt that had accumulated from his fall. "I am going to Oahu, Hawaii. It seems as though there are answers in my lineage that need to be discovered, and quite possibly I will be able to find out what exactly is going on here..." Al tightened the halberd onto his back, "I know we all have our separate quests, maybe we could help each other on them? Or shall we go our separate ways?" _________________________________ Back on the Island of Oahu.... "Nias!" An old woman yelled out her door, of her small shack like hut, on the side of a beautiful Hawaiian beach. "Nias!" She screamed again, her voice being carried by the warm breeze and traveling across the ocean. "Comin!" Said a young mans voice, as he ran across the beach to the shack. He had a medium build, which carried a rock hard stomach, that protruded outward, much like the Buddha figurine's, but with more solidity, muscles slightly defining the outer circumference. His hair was semi-long just extending past his eyes, jet black, and shaggy, caked with salt from the sea. "Annanias!" The old woman said, her face flushed with anger, her hands placed on both of her hips. "Dinner was twenty minutes ago!" she said scoldingly. Annanias lowered his head apologetically, "I apologize, I will make sure to be more punctual next time." The elderly woman smiled, and laughed, "Since when did you learn to speak so properly?" Forgetting completely the reason she had summoned him in the first place. "I'm not sure," he responded lightly. Annanias looked up, and smiled at his grandparent, and walked in his home, a trail of sand leading into the doorway.
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Post by hermes on Apr 27, 2009 22:40:27 GMT -5
"Well in any case, I think we'd all better get a move on. Time is wasting, and we may have little to spare." Primus said, grabbing Al by the shoulder. "I'll leave the two of you to figure out your own paths, you seem to want to have little to do with Gods." Primus grinned, "One would think you wouldn't be so discriminatory against race Zebedee." He knew it was a barb, and a well deserved one, but he couldn't blame Zebedee for being slightly short sighted in this instance.
"Now, as for us." Primus said, turning to Al. "I think its time for a change of scenery."
Light enveloped the two, and suddenly they were gone. Or not gone, or at least, gone from where they were before.
They found themselves instead, standing on a small beach in front of a small hut. The whole scene was very charming, and the sound of the waves was very sooth against Primus' ears.
Primus made a thoughtful noise, looking at the hut. "Is it chance of fate that brings us here." He eye'd the man beside him, thoughtful.
"I think you should go in." Primus said, patting Al on the back.
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Post by Kuroboom on Apr 28, 2009 10:52:39 GMT -5
In the waters of the Pacific off the coast of Oahu, a tiger shark fin rose up and then dipped back down into the water as the two warriors appeared on the beach. They had been spotted by a scout, and soon its master would arrive.
OOC: Short, but I want to test the water (harharhar) before jumping in.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Apr 29, 2009 23:59:38 GMT -5
Al welcomed the sand in between his toes, digging his feet further to feel the cool, wet layer. He sighed happily, for the fact that he was back to his homeland; it has been way too long. He shot a thankful glance back at Primus, who generously teleported him here. "I would have had to fly, swim, or walk to get here... Thanks for lending me a hand in finding our destination..." Al took note of the footprints leading to the old shack that set itself upon the beach, the sounds of people inside, causing a peak in his curiosity. Cautiously, he slowly stepped forward, shaking his feet, ridding them of the excess sand, making his way to the shack. He stood in front of the makeshift door made of sticks that were found in the wilderness, expertly tied together from what seems to be leather. Al peeked through the cracks trying to get a glimpse of who was inside. What he saw was an old couple shuffling with dishes, trying to prepare what seemed to be a meal. Al caught a glimpse of a third person, someone around his age, possibly a little younger, but not by more than a year. He had shaggy black hair, and his belly exposed, plump, yet toned at the same time. There is something about this... person... he seems so... Al paused in mid thought, as his perspective changed, he was now staring at the bright blue sky above him. "Excuse me, sir.." A frail old man said with a half crooked smile and the door knob in his clutches, "I apologize--" he said, his laugh bellowing outwards. "It is quite alright," Al said getting up and brushing the sand off of his clothing, tightening his halberd straps around his waist. "Say," The old man said, intrigued by the rather glorious weapon that Al had just secured, "Nice Halberd you have there!" Al smiled, "Oh, it seems you know your weapons. This is actually a Dragon Halberd, specifically made to suit someone of my size..." "Well," The old man said, gawking at the weapon, "It seems to be suited for you very well," He paused, rubbing the stubble on his old chin, "Why don't you give us a demonstration, our son, Annanias would love to see what kind of choreography you could show" "Sure!" Al said, happily given the chance to show off some of his weapon to weapon skills. "Splendid! Dear! Annanais!" The old man beckoned. Annanias, and the Old woman walked outside, and greeted the new man who stand in there front yard, or beach rather. "Oh," Al said politely, "My name is Albatross Trevelyan, I come from Pacifilidog..."
"Well," The Old Man said politely as well, "My Name is Kenika, this is my wife KéKé, and this is Annanias." He said, pointing at them respectively as he said each of there names. The two nodded in greeting, but didn't say much. "Nice to meet you all." Al said slightly bowing his head, "This is," Al said pointing to Primus, "Primus, we just recently met as well." Al beckoned for Primus to come further, and introduce himself.
"Hey, Primus, how about we spar for a minute, and show them our fancy skills at fighting?" Al asked, curiously.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 30, 2009 17:39:00 GMT -5
"Zeb, I've got something to take care of, but call me if you need any help with anything," Yoshimitsu said, giving Zebedee a reassuring pat on the back. With that, he turned and concentrated on his destination. With the unpleasant sensation of having his body thrust to a different location, he teleported to a wasteland. The wasteland with only one visible structure in it. Alex's tower. Alex, who had decided to live away from the rest of humaity, who always seemed to hold all the answers. As he approached the black tower, a disc formed in the air in front of him.
"Yoshimitsu," Alex's voice came. His face came into view on the disc.
"Alex," Yoshimitsu replied indifferently.
"What brings you to my abode this time?" Alex asked, his face and voice both curious.
"What else? Answers. You always have them," Yoshimitsu answered, shrugging.
"Very well," Alex sighed. With that sensation again, Yoshimitsu found himself stood in the visiting room of the tower. All the times he had visited Alex, he had only ever seen this room. Circular, perfectly circular and carved out of black stone. Torches lined the walls and a thick, red velvet carpet stretched to Alex's throne.
"So, do tell. What predicament do you find yourself in this time?" Alex asked.
"What can you tell me about Gods?" Yoshimitsu asked. Alex frowned.
"Gods? That's an unusual question," Alex replied.
"Can you answer it?"
"To the best of my knowledge," Alex said, standing from his seat. He stepped towards Yoshimitsu, a look of curiosity on his face. "It depends on what you want to know?"
"Primus referred to Gods as a race rather than... well, Gods," Yoshimitsu said.
"I assume you were in the presense of Zebedee," Alex asked. Yoshimitsu nodded. "Well, there is some truth in that. How much, I can't say. But on the whole, Gods such as the Norse, Greek, Roman, et cetera Gods are more like a race."
"A race, huh..." Yoshimitsu said. He had unconsciously began to run his finger over the hilt of the Bahamut Blade, thinking quickly.
"Don't misunderstand. They are extra-dimensional beings. Their consciousness can be split and spread across any distance you care to describe," Alex said seriously. He folded his arms, frowning. "They are far stronger than anything you might have encountered before."
"Do you know how to hurt a God?" Yoshimitsu asked. Alex's frown became more pronounced.
"What are you planning?" Alex asked.
"No, I'm not gonna overthrow heaven before you get any ideas," Yoshimitsu replied, putting one hand on his hip. "There's more to this situation than you think. I just need to know how to hurt a God, or millions of people might die."
"There is the obvious route," Alex started.
"If this ends with 'sacrifice a soul to power up your weapon', I'll break your face," Yoshimitsu interrupted, scowling.
"To hurt a God, you have to attack it with a force greater than its own," Alex continued. "By using a soul to charge your weapon, you essentially have a Godslayer blade. You're fortunate in that aspect."
"What do you mean?" Yoshimitsu asked. He suddenly gripped the Bahamut Blade.
"Bahamut. Though not a soul, it is a being of higher power contained in a spirit form within your blade. Bahamut, as you well know, is stronger than your average dragon," Alex explained. "The nature of which Bahamut is held within the blade is not unlike how a soul would be held. You already have your Godslayer blade."
"Is it enough?" Yoshimitsu asked.
"Not likely. You showed me your new style, both placing Bahamut into a weapon, then stretching it to a second weapon," Alex said calmly. "But Bahamut is more than just a weapon or a summon. He acts to balance out your powers when you utilize him."
"He's my balancer..." Yoshimitsu muttered. "Odin told me I need to consider my other self, my balancers and my reckoning with evil."
"Of course. Advice from a God is seldom blunt," Alex replied, nodding. "You know your reckoning with evil?"
"You mean this?" Yoshimitsu asked, holding up his hand. Suddenly, blue, black and silver flames erupted, smothering his fist and dancing around. He opened his palm and the flames condensed into a glowing orb, the colours shifting rapidly.
"The darkness, yes," Alex agreed. "And your other self?"
"I want to say Shinkuu..." Yoshimitsu started.
"Essentially, yes," Alex said, nodding. "But not just Shinkuu. You know your other self."
"But what does this all mean?" Yoshimitsu asked.
"Can you put all this together?" Alex asked. "Your other self, your balancer and your reckoning with evil."
Yoshimitsu thought for a moment. Then it hit him. Slowly, he drew his Bahamut Blade, closing his eyes as he focused. Simultaneously, he summoned his mask. With a fluid gesture, he summoned Bahamut into his blade, the plate armour forming up his arm. Yoshimitsu then drew Shinkuu and placed it alongside the Bahamut Blade. It was immediately integrated into the style, alongside the Bahamut Blade. Yoshimitsu frowned as he concentrated. He knew what he had to do.
"Very good. Now your reckoning with evil," Alex commented.
Yoshimitsu pointed his other palm at the plate armour covering his arm. As he did so, his hand began to glow dimly. The flames that flickered around the armour, around Bahamut's head began to change from blue and gold, getting darker and darker. Moments later, they were black, dark blue and silver. The style had been charged with darkness.
"This," Yoshimitsu said, his voice covered by the demonic voice. "This is what he meant."
OOC- Hooray. Plot device.
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Post by hermes on May 5, 2009 0:35:25 GMT -5
"Alright, I don't see an issue with it." Primus said, white light materializing in his hand. It slowly reformed itself into the shape of a double bladed sword. He hefted it lightly, and spun it around his head and over and under him arms until he was satisfied with the weight and feel of it. When he was done, the double blade had wide leaf hatchet tips, but the blade was blunted.
"I highly doubt you'll be able to hit me, but with my current attack strength I very much doubt I'll be able to properly injure you either. But, in any case, try your best and don't restrict yourself to your blade. I assure you, I will heal quickly, and you cannot kill me." Primus said, then looked over at the family beside him. "You're gonna want to back up, hiding behind something may also be a good idea." He said, grinning jovially. It was all good fun to him, but he didn't want them to get hurt either.
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Post by Tout-Perd on May 5, 2009 1:12:39 GMT -5
"Hopefully, we won't need to take out any of them... But if we do? I'll be sure to make our contest sporting," Zebedee smiled quietly to Yoshimitsu. He hesitated when Primus and Albatross vanished, and was about to say something to Yoshimitsu when the last of his companions teleported away.
"So much for staying here and planning..." Zebedee reached out with his powers, sensing where the others had gone. A small ripple in the fabric of reality cued him into where Primus had warped to.
"Clever move... Leaves a cue for technology based powers, but makes it harder for a mystic being to track," Zebedee muttered upon appearing at the beach. Noticing the weapons being readied, he stepped quickly away from the duo, and towards the trio of islanders.
"Errr, I'm assuming that you've met my friends, no? My name's Zebedee Taylor, though I think you've probably already heard of me on the news or something," Zebedee shifted his feet uncomfortably, scuffing sand.
"Really, I'm not quite as bad as they've made me out to be. Though it kinda doesn't really help, coming from my mouth..." Zebedee frowned slightly, and turned away from them, towards the sparring match. His hands worked open and closed, and his lips moved silently, mouthing to himself words that he was certain would have worked better.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on May 13, 2009 0:19:25 GMT -5
Al twirled his halberd around in his hands, showing off years of talent that he has built using this particular weapon. He took an offensive stance, charging for Prime, but in a sparring manner. Jumping up, he twirled his halberd around, like he was a human helicopter, coming down hard in the sand in front of Prime, intentionally missing. Al slid his halberd forward, and tried to take out the ankle of his opponent.
OOC: Weak, I know, but I don't really knwo what to do
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Post by hermes on May 13, 2009 23:43:33 GMT -5
Primus ignored the faint, and quickly stepped on Al's blade before it hit him in the heel. It wouldn't hurt him of course, but he felt no need to flaunt his immunity to bladed weapons. Never the less, he did feel a need to coax Al a little. "Try harder Al, I'd like to sweat a little!" He said, grinning.
He brought his double sword whirling around, executing three fluid strikes in one motion, due to the dual nature of the blade. He erupted into motion, springing off Al's blade, and over the man's head. He struck rapidly and accurately from behind, without straining for speed, but still rapidly pressing Al for an advantage and seeking for weaknesses.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on May 16, 2009 1:06:20 GMT -5
Al smiled, getting him to finally go on the offense, twirling his halberd around, he deflected the three strikes from the blade. Al laughed and tossed his halberd in the air, and caught it behind his back, much like you would see in a marching band. He spun it in front of him, and tossed it to the side, "It seems that bladed weapons have no effect on you..."
Al flicked his wrist and a blue energy whip extended outward fifteen feet in lenght. Lifting his arm, he brought the whip down, cracking it loudly in the air. Al spun around, snapping his whip in front of Primus, and shifting positions the whip attempted to wrap itself around the ankle of his foe. "Now," Al said preparing himself, he spun his entire body, hoping to lift Primus, and slame in into the ground with the attack.
"I know that we aren't even getting serious yet, but lets not destroy the island..." Al said safely, waiting for the sand to clear.
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Post by hermes on May 19, 2009 11:09:42 GMT -5
Primus sidestepped, avoiding becoming entangled by the whip. He sighed, and darted forwards at high speeds, keeping his body low until he was right in Al's face. He flourished his blade, ignoring the whip and cutting swiftly at Al, weaving a complex pattern of steel aimed at his limbs. When he was finished, he looked right at Al and said, "Behind you."
A swift strike came down from behind and above Al, blowing a crater in the sand and throwing dust in the air. The afterimage of Primus disappeared, and Primus looked through the dust at Al, observing him. "This disadvantage of the whip is its predictability. You have two modes of attack, snap or entangle. Either way you have to attack in a prolonged, straight line." He smirked, "Try harder." He said, smiling.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on May 21, 2009 0:51:29 GMT -5
"Alright," Al said picking himself out of the ground, dusting the sand out of his hair. He turned his neck, cracking all the way across. He turned his back, popping sounds all the way down his back as well. "I didn't want to use any power, but it appears as if I am going to have to." Al chuckled, he knew he couldn't use any REAL power to show himself off, but he definitely could put on a show that would awe his viewers.
Al faced both palms at the ground, water droplets running down his arm and softly landing in the granulated sand below. "I can feel the moisture under the dry sand..." Al had a crazed look in his eye, "Can you feel it, Primus?" The ground underneath the crowd began to shake, something was going to un earth themselves. Geysers shot out on either side of Primus, spraying high into the air, but the water was falling down, instead there were two giant balls of water floating in the air. They elongated and formed two serpentine figures, both with large teeth, and spikes jutting from their backs.
"I would like you to feel only a fraction of what I can do with my abilities..." Al said, moving his hands around like a conductor for a band. The serpents reacted accordingly making strikes at Primus, not in any specific rhythm, but attacking at there own free will.
Al had to throw in concentration, and he let his magic do the work, and he picked up his halberd once again, and rushed into a fierce battle, three against one, in Al's favor. Al threw his halberd around hard, spinning and jabbing at random intervals, attempting to injure, but not nothing fatal.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Jun 16, 2009 11:22:48 GMT -5
OOC: Bumpz
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Post by hermes on Jun 16, 2009 21:05:27 GMT -5
OOC: LEE is suppost to be posting something related to Triannual in here, and interrupting our fight.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Jun 23, 2009 11:42:28 GMT -5
OOC: I haven't seen lee, and we're waiting on him! =/
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 1, 2009 17:38:01 GMT -5
OOC: M'kay, sorry about the delay. Hopefully we can get back on track. BIC: Zebedee watched the duel silently, the sand around him being pushed away by an ambience of wind. He could see each and every blow clearly, and understood that both were only using a fraction of their strength. Still, there was a voice in his mind, nagging away with a feeling of superiority. If I joined in, I bet I could do better... Zebedee stopped himself. That was not the right course of thought. He should be watching them, and learning how to better complement their skills in the coming war.
Primus was almost entirely new to him, really. Similar to how Prime had fought, but with a different cadence, a different feel to it. With each swing, Zebedee could better appreciate the mastery the man had over blade, and found himself growing to understand how Primus liked to attack. That would be helpful. For a teleporter like himself, knowing how to create optimal openings for his allies was of the utmost importance.
Albatross, on the other hand, was an old friend. They had been fighting together since before they had even gained powers, swinging sticks at eachother in the woods of Dettham. There still was that familiar chord to Al, the creative and ambitious warrior that would always strike from an unexpected angle. However, the changes that Zebedee could perceive were unsettling to say the least. The water under Al's control was moving too smoothely, too perfectly. When using the Angel's Feather, though it was possible to perform similar tactics, the results were often angular and linear.
This could only mean that Albatross had come further to rely on magic to augment his abilities. Not a tragedy per se, but of vital importance. Primus' divine abilities and Yoshimitsu's inborn powers were both rather straightforward, but... If Albatross was really relying on magic for his attacks, it meant that Zebedee would have to stay clear. Whenever holy energy met magic, they tended to annihilate one another. And considering the magnitude of each that Zebedee and Albatross slung around, such an event could easily endanger the both of them.
Zebedee bit his lip lightly, and started to turn away from the spectacle. Something seemed to be calling his name, like a pleading voice without sound. It pulled at him, at his mind, at his power. He could feel a pleading, still wordless, but the need seemed to rise in importance in his mind.
He surged his aura around him, flecks of holy light sparking and then fading away in an instant. If it was a hostile influence, a tempter, than such an action would suppress it, push it away. That was not the case. Instead the pleading, the sense of need, began to grow, until it felt like it was straining against his mind. A snap, a spark of inspiration. It wasn't clear what the event was, but the results were clear.
Superimposed over his thoughts, like a projection on a wall, was the star that Prime had imbued his powers with. Somebody needed it badly, worse than air, worse than blood. Almost like it was the sole desire in their heart.
Zebedee stepped back, a green circle forming in the air. It brightened for a moment, and then exploded into motes, drifting to the sand. Appearing from its ruins was a large ball of flame, glowing with a white-blue brilliance, but yielding no heat even to those nearly touching it. It hovered momentarilly, the grit and seafoam getting thrown back around it. It rotated once, kicking up a cloud of sand and spray, and then went rocketing away. It shot out over the ocean, parting the waves in its wake, leaving a trail of pale light.
It swung in a wide arc, almost reaching the horizon before bowing back inwards. It vanished into the distance, the path of luminence still lingering over the sea. Zebedee, panting slightly, turned to face the others.
"Primus, you felt that, too, right?"
OOC: I just realized how awesome this is. Triannual is in Hawaii as well at the climax, oddly enough.
Sorry about the mediocre post, but not bad for a twenty minute special.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Nov 7, 2009 0:16:51 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, Prime, it is actually YOUR turn to post in this, considering the last snippet of Lee's power was directed at your character, Primus. So, unless you want me to compeletely ignor the fact that your character could, and probably shouldn't, be ignored--then I will continue. IF you don't want your character ignored, please respond to Lee's post above in a timely manner. Thank-you.
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Post by hermes on Nov 7, 2009 12:02:30 GMT -5
"Yes, I most certainly did." Primus said, signaling a halt to the sparring match with Al. A slow grin spread across his face.
"Excellent, he's progressing well. I wonder, what path will that one chose to walk down?" Primus said to himself, "Will he chose to reunite, or walk a new path? Hmmmm, either way, I miss him. An old friend, who walks in the heavens."
Primus eye's flickered upwards suddenly, "Ah, so thats what Odin meant." His form flickered, and suddenly he was holding a beautifully crafted Azure and Gold sword. A dull whistling came from it, clouds moved across the azure on the blade, as though it were the sky.
Primus pointed the blade at Zebedee, and suddenly his Angelic Sword sprung into view, humming a dull resonance, responding to the sword Primus held.
"Interesting." Was all he said, as he sheathed the sword at his waist. (A sheath materializing a mere moment beforehand.)
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