Time to fight. The Millenium Falcon arrives back out of Hammerspace and flies in, with me piloting it. It swoops down, grabs a sniper, then flies back to the AG side of the field. Once the sniper is isolated, it drops him, deploys its drones, and combines its weaponry with the drone's firepower to obliterate the poor sniper.
"Good to see you back in business, Boss."
You know what to do. You took on his minions before, now take on the man himself.
I point out to the snipers that successful sniping requires staying in one place to carefully line up shots, and thus leaving one immensely vulnerable to attacks. Being still... isn't the best way to dodge things.
Inside the cockpit of the Blackguard Mecha suit, an unexpected voice rings out, asking "So, how do you like your antimatter?"
The Iron Prince turns in their seat, only to come face to face with the visage of what looks for all the world like a human-shaped mass of television static wearing triangular red sunglasses. They don't see much more, as said mass of television static proceeds to punch them in the face.
Inside my avatar, I finally released the alterations to quantum mechanics that were keeping its balanced matter/antimatter structure stable. Positrons met Electrons, annihilating in a flash of gamma rays near instantly. That said, the immense amount of energy this released wasn't channeled into raw 'boom'. Instead, I used it to rapidly and violently expand space inside the mech's cockpit, forcibly severing bonds between atoms as they were suddenly over a hundred times further away from each other than they had been previously.
Ultimately, my avatar had been expendable. I simply needed time and a bit of planning ahead in order to create a new one.
24/40 Shenanigans
Don't worry, mysterious force... this isn't exactly homestuck or Oldcanon.
It's something else.
Energies continue to swirl around me, I squint, looking through the energy storm to see the Blackguard.
Well.
Well well well.
This will be fun.
The AURSHIP flies over to me, and I drop onto the deck, glowing with power. The AURSHIP charges the Blackguard, absorbing everything it throws at us.
My blade transforms as we fly, absorbing magykks and becoming.... oh my god it becomes.....
The Very Good Sword of Very Good Magykk and Good power.
Very good name.
I leap up at the blackguard, the AURSHIP slamming into the mecha, going through it and coming out on the other side.
I meanwhile, look at the cockpit.
Hi Iron Prince. Nice mecha you've got there. Scared of taking us on head on? Well. You should of left while you could. Because well...
I point at the Itinerary. Specifically that last item. Listen up, Iron Prince. I'm here to kick butt and chew bubble gum.
My glow intensifies, getting hard to look at because geez that is bright.
Wait, what are those things swirling around FF? Are those, souls? Of descendants? And I'm aaaaaaall out of gum.
I slam into the Blackguard, my energy ripping into it with the force of a couple universes. I slam my blade into the bottom of the cockpit, ripping out the floor of it, and slashing at the Prince. Waves of power rush through the Mecha, detonating it's weapons and missiles prematurely.
As everyone watches, they notice the Iron Prince's Symbol (that omega thing) is burned over by the magykks, and a new logo is scorched into it: a ∀
I fly back, my energies fading. I admire my handiwork. Nice. Welp, I better take a break.
11-2= 9/40
The squadmates divide into squads following each facility member. Steffan, Aron and James work on understanding those mines of the prince's, using inert ones aboard the minelayer and knowledge of the construction process. Jason works on something else.
while they're doing that, I walk up to the blackguard. say Hi. shake his hand. do the secret handshake of the JOEs to see if he's a JOE. force him to stand on me. expend 4 charges. grab his foot.
...Rip off his left Leg through the armor suit. eat it, sending it to my personal food-subspace.
continue the secret handshake as if nothing unusual has happened.
reveal it was only 2 charges but it's too late to change things now isn't it?
Before I forget to do this... I sent a Invisible Void-made Observer drone through the portal that was showing the man with the Fire Axe and make sure to have the feed go directly to a USB and my tablet I have on hand. I program it to pull up a signal if the observation is deemed important and finally prepare to finally do an actual attack.
If there was one thing that not currently having an Avatar was good for, it was getting around without being seen. This allowed me to easily sneak up behind the Sniper that I had set my Adamantine Angel to kill, and get rather creatively destructive with them.
To be more specific, I stripped all the electrons out of a rod of Aluminum, and shoved it right down their largest convenient orifice without warning. The immense amount of electric charge the rod possessed was more than sufficient to rip the electrons right out of a lot of the sniper's important biological molecules, causing immense internal damage from both electrical arcing, biochemical changes, and the sheer amount of heat that this violent transfer of electrons produced.
Alright, Trial of Earth will be coming up with my next post, the one coming tomorrow.
Expect the escort ships to take heavy damage from my tricks.
In the meantime, the powers of the mist enfold the aspect of air, enemies have a harder time seeing it, as it is slightly out of phase, meaning that the Aspect of Air will be lower on the entity targeting priority list.
A chuckle leaves the Gentleman as he gazes upon the glittering array of Anchor Runes appear around him. "So you're not a complete half-wit, are you dear?" The man reaches to the twinkling cocoon of Runes, lightly tapping one. It echoes like a wine glass, beginning to spin rapidly before knocking into nit's next-door neighbors. This sends a cascade of noise as more and more Runes spin, faster and faster they bring more and more Anchor Runes into the fold. Only gaining speed with every new Rune that's set spinning.
As they spin, stray lines of energy and geometric patterns spin off the Runes, tearing themselves apart until they're nothing but a bare circle.
The Gentleman catches the one he had first touched as it began to idle down, spinning it in the opposite direction with a flick of his wrist. slowly, the lines and shapes are drawn back to their sources, the various Anchor Runes, but instead of their old shapes they seem to take a new form, a constantly shifting kaleidoscope of shapes, which seem to breath freedom and speed into the very Void which surrounds them. Much like their old form, power seems to crackle between them intensifying with each one. Though, unlike the old Runes, these never seem to slow, they only seem to speed up exponentially.
"a rather large misstep to think that simply transplanting my own Runes around me would actually do anything." He chuckles egotistically. "These are the opposite of Anchor Runes, Speed Runes if we're to use the more barbaric naming schemes. Instead of Anchoring a object preventing teleportation and ridiculous speeds, they empower the being in question's abilities to do so. Quite powerful when this many are Chained together. And since you were so kind to send them right to me..." The disheveled man drops into a runners stance. "I'll just have to drop by to thank you in person, my allies seem to have everything well enough in hand." With that...vote of confidence? And monologue to someone who's probably not listening, the Gentleman disappears in a Light-Orange streak. The power of thousands of Speed Runes pulsating through him as he leaves shock waves in his wake, passing through any solid object in his path harmlessly with the speeds he's going at. Then appearing before the Godmodder herself, tattared miss-matched clothing seemingly no worse for wear.
"Pleasure to finally meet you, M'lady." Sarcasm and arrogance drips off his voice as he doffs his Strange Hat to the Godmodder. Miasma flaring up as the whistle seems to redouble.
"My name is Christine Treader, but you can call me Treis. In fact, don't call me anything else other than that."
The somewhat feminine voice belonging to a somewhat feminine character scatters itself across the battlefield. A simple onlooker's eyes may see that 'Treis' is a human; whereas a more astute observer, on the other hand, would also see the exact same thing. Good start. Yeah, so this apparent 'human' is dressed in a somewhat simple outfit of cloak (or maybe a shawl?) and light armor of some description, which seems to include an incredible number of belts. Oh, at least six around the waist, three around each leg, and one across the chest (perhaps a holster). Underneath the cloak, there appears to be a sword, or perhaps some other violent instrument. Regardless, this does increase the possible suspicion of that one belt being a holster. Everyone seems to be using swords these days, after all. In the list of things to describe of Treis' appearance, next is hair. Tawny, shoulder-length hair frames a face as feminine as you would expect from the character so far.
It occurs to you that this long description may be a result of this newcomer having innate perception altering abilities that grab one's attention and force them to continue taking in each individual aspect of Treis' character without being able to percieve all the features as a whole, thus taking the observer's attention away from the battle and instead onto Treis. This could be just paranoia due to me having another character named Media with a tremendous ability of local perception. The only problem is that this character can't possibly be Media. After all, of the incredibly few aspects of Media that have been revealed (her name, and that she is female), Treis fits none. Firstly, because Treis' name is 'Treis'- not 'Media'. That, and he's male. A shocking turn of events that I certainly hadn't been orchestrating from the beginning. Ignoring the initial quote, Treis invokes the first letters of each sentence in the first paragraph on the godmodder, who was perhaps too distracted by Treis' physical description to even notice being tagged. If the godmodder is, in fact, untargetable, I'm certain there is a wealth of other targets perhaps too distracted by Treis' physical description to even notice being tagged.
With a charge which I turn into Ritual Materials,I prepare a Magical Circle to call upon the Elemental Plane of Primal Water to drop a few metric tonnes of Primal Water to extinguish the Fire Elementals
The Ritual Materials are:
An Aqua Essence,intrinsically tuned to [[WATER]],Extracted from Refined Pure Water,a orb that radiates [[WET]] and some [[FLOW]]
A few drops of Liquid Paradoxen,contained in a Glass Jar as an offering of my Power and the Main Power Source of this Ritual
A Circle,made with Standard Chalk Powder Mix but altered slightly with crushed Cold Iron and a few Tears from the Sky,to prevent Sirens from coming and hopefully attune the Primal Water to a slightly Holy element once it comes gushing out
I call Indiana Jones(with the 25% Dodge Rate) to Attack the PG Forces while I ask Spaceship(upgraded from the last game) to prepare an Escape route,in case we need to make a Quick Escape
21/40 (?)
I dispel the previous anime girls, who were simply scouting out the area.
Then, for a change...
Rizuha has joined the game! W32Coravint has joined the game!
I actually play a non-anime-girl character for once!
<Rizuha> Umm... do I introduce myself?
Sure. Go ahead.
<Rizuha> Hi... Name's Rizuha. I'm technically soulbound to W32 as his catgirl servant, but we're more like friends at this point, hehe.
<Rizuha> Anyway, er... I kinda like singing, but I'm not too good at it. I guess that's all, so shall we... do the thing?
Alright.
I throw a chunk of high explosive encased in ice at a Primal Fire Elemental. There's just enough ice that the explosive doesn't ignite until it's right in the middle of the elemental.
While the accidental summoning of a pair of enemy fire elementals of great strength is rather concerning, the Parallax is dealt with, so that's good.
The Blackguard suddenly bursts into flames, and the Iron Prince has to try and find a way to put it out, only to discover that it's more voidflame, and thus CAN'T be put out.
Sorry, was gonna do Trial of Earth here but my various mental conditions kicked me in the teeth pretty hard today.
10-2= 8/40
I split my attention between bodies. the cyan mist one- which has not acted this round- Jumps from wherever-they-where-probably-some-paralax-ruins-or-something straight into the minefield. it crashes into a mine, detonating it from just the right angle, at the just the right time, to be sent flying into The Blackguard (who is still standing on my main body, despite missing a leg. for some reason.), and crashes into them, sending them flying away from mainJOE. at that Exact moment, the radiation suit exuded FIST radiation, aiding the movement. main JOE levitates a bit away from where they where when Blackguard went flying, turns around, and starts firing pulses of super-high-frequency radiation and Energy energy (energy is an element, and all elements of this type have their own energy (IE Earth energy, fire energy, machine energy, plant energy) with expert marksmanship, temporarilly sending various systems offline, throwing off the blackguards aim, and generally being a nuisance. on the other hand, MistBOGLIMBJOE is restraining their motions as well, keeping them from reacting when-
A brilliant flash of light, quickly dimming, large amounts of my mist transformed into comparatively-inert plasma. If you're not willing to shoot yourself in the stomach, you're not willing to win ~Maxim 98, the 100 maxims of highly effective perception projectors. I shot Through my disposable self to carve out a specific part of the Blackguard: Whichever area gave the highest energy readings and as such was likely to be the main power core. chances are the blackguard has backups, but still.
A seconds later, after recovering from the pain of self-immolation, I raise up one BOG LIMB and kick the now-disconnected power core out of the blackguard, keeping it from reconnecting, and then dimensionally isolate the core for later.
Yeah, I'm probably going to do this kind of thievery every time a Boss shows up.
"I don't think i'm suited for doing offensive stuff... Maybe... It goes like this?"
I snap my fingers in hopes of doing something. It did something but I wasn't sure if it was the effect i wanted. Green Voidfire, the ones that i was modifying appears in front of me and I sit there confused.
"So... how does this go...? or... what do I do?"
I blank out from anxiety as the feeling of cluelessness on how to attack threatens to overwhelm me. Entirely unaware that the green Voidfire has been munching on the drones, turning the drones into more green Voidfire.
(Orders)
Lunar Knight will attack an enemy that isn't stunned.
Lunar Priest waits out till ALL entities move before healing the most injured ally.
Charge 31/40
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The pair of Primal Fire Elementals are attemptedly assaulted by an erratic disarray of meteors. Emphasize on "attemptedly," as the meteors do not really show any promise of hitting the two, assuming they do dodge.
Continuing on the assumption that the two elementals indeed weave through the assault, one of them, in an instant, feel an error occur within its body as it impulsively jerks a limb into the other, the force of the impact damaging its companion.
"Now, let's get down to business!" Runes swirl around the disheveled man's wrist, before he flicks it downwards, causing the Runes to spiral out and him to vanish with a ripple. Slowly the space surrounding them is replaced with...miles of filing cabinets? Row after disorganized row, only plain desks breaking the monotony. Of courser, the Godmodder being the Godmodder, she next to immediately attempts to dispel the AG's little illusion, only, when she attempts to do so, she finds herself instead at the desk of a plain looking office worker. "To leave the Hall you need to fill out these forms in triplicate 'mam." He drones, vaguely pointing at one of the immensely tall filing cabinets. Every attempt to actually do something, murder, temporal manipulation, song numbers, was met with the same man droning on about filling out paperwork.
"Welcome my dear, to the Hall of Bureaucracy!" The Gentleman's smug voice echo's from every angle. "The only path to escape is to work through the nigh-endless red tape by hand, have fun~" The Gentleman has no doubts the Godmodder could blaze through the near-infinite amounts of paperwork in seconds perhaps, if he hadn't told a small lie about what this place is. Not the Hall of Bureaucracy, but the Hall of Boredoom, not that there's any way to tell the two apart aside from the soul-crushing boredom that presses down on you as you work, sapping you of energy, strength, and creative power.
The Gentleman settles himself in to watch the show. One way or another it should prove entertaining.
On the other side of the portal, you see the Godmodder, but she's not alone. By her side is the shape of a person with indistinct features, silhouetted against a gray haze.
Grimoire Yggdrasilia 30/40 I am the bone of my sword or something
Well.
"The."
One doesn't even need a step. Space is split. Redirected. I had intended to bridge my way to the Godmodder, but the Iron Prince will do fine. What is armor before breaking that which the armor lies on?
I reveal my STAND, the energy of a fine-tuned soul. The friction of not just interacting matter, but of realities themselves.
Use a redirection field to send the sniper fire into or at the Iron Prince.
Charge 30/40
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The creature of meteor flesh's obliviousness to all that has occurred outside without its influence ends as its swirl of meteors, through convenient collisions, line up to bring into sole view its designated prey: the [PG] forces. The creature's hunger returns, and it wishes to feast upon a set of meal deviating from the usual chunks of meteor.
The Meteor Monster has joined the fray!
HP: 180,000
EoTB Actions:
1. Devours an enemy whole if there's none currently inside it. Enemies inside cannot attack anything but the Meteor Monster itself and also take 60,000 damage per turn from the many traps that lurk inside the creature. The Meteor Monster is free to attack other opponents whilst having an enemy devoured. If the enemy inside dies, the Meteor Monster's HP is restored by 30% of the enemy's total health, capped at 50,000 HP restored per enemy.
2. Ravage an opponent, dealing 60,000 damage.
HP: 400,000
EoTB Actions:
1. Calls in 4 of his underlings and 1 Hired Mussel(props to DCCCV for that name) as minor entities on the field.
Underling:
HP: 10,000
Attack: 2,000
Hired Mussel:
HP: 25,000
Attack: 5,000
2. Unleashes a barrage of attacks with all of his weaponry, each one having a unique property over the others.
AK-47: Fires 30 bullets that hit random opposing enemies, each dealing 500 damage for a total of 15,000.
Grenade: Tosses a grenade to a target that deals 20,000 damage to a single entity, or a distributed total of 40,000 to a horde entity.
Golden Revolver: Fires 3 targeted shots at 3 targets, dealing 5,000 each for a total of 15,000.
Sword Cane: Assaults 1 target with a flurry of slashes, dealing 30,000.
HP: 50,000
EoTB Actions:
1. Pistol Shrimp fires a bullet into a single enemy's vital points, dealing a "critical" damage of 25,000 damage. "Critical" basically means the damage can't be reduced by armor.
2. Pistol Shrimp fires 3 bullets into 3 separate enemy targets, dealing 10,000 to each.
HP: 180,000
EoTB Actions:
1. Devours an enemy whole if there's none currently inside it. Enemies inside cannot attack anything but the Meteor Monster itself and also take 60,000 damage per turn from the many traps that lurk inside the creature. The Meteor Monster is free to attack other opponents whilst having an enemy devoured. If the enemy inside dies, the Meteor Monster's HP is restored by 30% of the enemy's total health, capped at 50,000 HP restored per enemy.
2. Ravage an opponent, dealing 60,000 damage.
The Big Fish gets to work and performs his barrage of attacks, spraying 30 AK-47 bullets all over the enemy side, tossing a grenade at the Primal Fire Elementals, firing all three of his golden revolver shots at one of them, and assaulting the other with a flurry of slashes from his sword cane.
Pistol Shrimp goes and fires a vital shot to the Blackguard Mech Suit.
The Meteor Monster lunges towards a Sniper and devours them.
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Further more meteor collisions occur, except instead of direct impacts, many meteors graze a singular one, chipping it off until it is honed into a sharp lance aimed at one of the Primal Fire Elementals. Then, with one direct collision behind, the lance is propelled into its target, impaling the elemental and leaving itself stuck in the being of fire.
As the lance of meteor sits within the body of the fire elemental, yet another meteor strikes the lance where it sticks out of the body, causing a brutal adjustment of the lance within its victim's inside.
Using your magical prowess, you force a Primal Fire Elemental to walk into the Godmodder's domain and into the water flooding the place, dealing 17k damage to it. However, immediately after, the new person snaps their fingers, undoing your spell!
Using my remote hacking abilities, I activate Mass Hack, subverting a number of existing Observation Drones and sending them crashing into the Blackguard in a kamikaze attack.
Time to fight. The Millenium Falcon arrives back out of Hammerspace and flies in, with me piloting it. It swoops down, grabs a sniper, then flies back to the AG side of the field. Once the sniper is isolated, it drops him, deploys its drones, and combines its weaponry with the drone's firepower to obliterate the poor sniper.
"Good to see you back in business, Boss."
You know what to do. You took on his minions before, now take on the man himself.
I point out to the snipers that successful sniping requires staying in one place to carefully line up shots, and thus leaving one immensely vulnerable to attacks. Being still... isn't the best way to dodge things.
Inside the cockpit of the Blackguard Mecha suit, an unexpected voice rings out, asking "So, how do you like your antimatter?"
The Iron Prince turns in their seat, only to come face to face with the visage of what looks for all the world like a human-shaped mass of television static wearing triangular red sunglasses. They don't see much more, as said mass of television static proceeds to punch them in the face.
Inside my avatar, I finally released the alterations to quantum mechanics that were keeping its balanced matter/antimatter structure stable. Positrons met Electrons, annihilating in a flash of gamma rays near instantly. That said, the immense amount of energy this released wasn't channeled into raw 'boom'. Instead, I used it to rapidly and violently expand space inside the mech's cockpit, forcibly severing bonds between atoms as they were suddenly over a hundred times further away from each other than they had been previously.
Ultimately, my avatar had been expendable. I simply needed time and a bit of planning ahead in order to create a new one.
Piercing through the anti-teleportation technology inside the Blackguard, you rip it and it's pilot to a fine cloud of particulates.
For a moment, everyone is silent. That is, before countless black threads link each and every atom which comprised them. The air becomes colder, as the Iron Prince and his mech pull themselves back together. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Did you really think Atomic Dissasembly would keep me down."
Nonetheless, this attack has left him worse for wear. 125k damage.
Unfortunately, you also did destroy your avatar in this attack.
24/40 Shenanigans
Don't worry, mysterious force... this isn't exactly homestuck or Oldcanon.
It's something else.
Energies continue to swirl around me, I squint, looking through the energy storm to see the Blackguard.
Well.
Well well well.
This will be fun.
The AURSHIP flies over to me, and I drop onto the deck, glowing with power. The AURSHIP charges the Blackguard, absorbing everything it throws at us.
My blade transforms as we fly, absorbing magykks and becoming.... oh my god it becomes.....
The Very Good Sword of Very Good Magykk and Good power.
Very good name.
I leap up at the blackguard, the AURSHIP slamming into the mecha, going through it and coming out on the other side.
I meanwhile, look at the cockpit.
Hi Iron Prince. Nice mecha you've got there. Scared of taking us on head on? Well. You should of left while you could. Because well...
I point at the Itinerary. Specifically that last item. Listen up, Iron Prince. I'm here to kick butt and chew bubble gum.
My glow intensifies, getting hard to look at because geez that is bright.
Wait, what are those things swirling around FF? Are those, souls? Of descendants? And I'm aaaaaaall out of gum.
I slam into the Blackguard, my energy ripping into it with the force of a couple universes. I slam my blade into the bottom of the cockpit, ripping out the floor of it, and slashing at the Prince. Waves of power rush through the Mecha, detonating it's weapons and missiles prematurely.
As everyone watches, they notice the Iron Prince's Symbol (that omega thing) is burned over by the magykks, and a new logo is scorched into it: a ∀
I fly back, my energies fading. I admire my handiwork. Nice. Welp, I better take a break.
As your AURSHIP charges the Iron Prince's Mech, time freezes, as a man on a chair appears in between you two.
Wait, what? "Greetings, Astrec. Consider this your first and final warning to cease the invasion of my planet. Goodbye."
And with that, the Ruler of Earth teleports back to his planet. As he does, time resumes for the two of you. You crash your AURSHIP into the Blackguard with the forces of several universes, and stab into the cockpit, piercing through the heavy armour plating, dealing 35k damage. At the same time, he fires a blast of energy out of the symbol of his mech, destroying the AURSHIP.
11-2= 9/40
The squadmates divide into squads following each facility member. Steffan, Aron and James work on understanding those mines of the prince's, using inert ones aboard the minelayer and knowledge of the construction process. Jason works on something else.
while they're doing that, I walk up to the blackguard. say Hi. shake his hand. do the secret handshake of the JOEs to see if he's a JOE. force him to stand on me. expend 4 charges. grab his foot.
...Rip off his left Leg through the armor suit. eat it, sending it to my personal food-subspace.
continue the secret handshake as if nothing unusual has happened.
reveal it was only 2 charges but it's too late to change things now isn't it?
"I was expecting you'd try something like that."
As you try ripping off the Iron Prince's left leg, you are electrocuted after tearing through the first layer of his mech's armor plating. At the same time, he grinds his foot into you, causing your suit's force field systems to struggle.
-5 shielding, 25k damage to the Blackguard!
Before I forget to do this... I sent a Invisible Void-made Observer drone through the portal that was showing the man with the Fire Axe and make sure to have the feed go directly to a USB and my tablet I have on hand. I program it to pull up a signal if the observation is deemed important and finally prepare to finally do an actual attack.
If there was one thing that not currently having an Avatar was good for, it was getting around without being seen. This allowed me to easily sneak up behind the Sniper that I had set my Adamantine Angel to kill, and get rather creatively destructive with them.
To be more specific, I stripped all the electrons out of a rod of Aluminum, and shoved it right down their largest convenient orifice without warning. The immense amount of electric charge the rod possessed was more than sufficient to rip the electrons right out of a lot of the sniper's important biological molecules, causing immense internal damage from both electrical arcing, biochemical changes, and the sheer amount of heat that this violent transfer of electrons produced.
Alright, Trial of Earth will be coming up with my next post, the one coming tomorrow.
Expect the escort ships to take heavy damage from my tricks.
In the meantime, the powers of the mist enfold the aspect of air, enemies have a harder time seeing it, as it is slightly out of phase, meaning that the Aspect of Air will be lower on the entity targeting priority list.
A chuckle leaves the Gentleman as he gazes upon the glittering array of Anchor Runes appear around him. "So you're not a complete half-wit, are you dear?" The man reaches to the twinkling cocoon of Runes, lightly tapping one. It echoes like a wine glass, beginning to spin rapidly before knocking into nit's next-door neighbors. This sends a cascade of noise as more and more Runes spin, faster and faster they bring more and more Anchor Runes into the fold. Only gaining speed with every new Rune that's set spinning.
As they spin, stray lines of energy and geometric patterns spin off the Runes, tearing themselves apart until they're nothing but a bare circle.
The Gentleman catches the one he had first touched as it began to idle down, spinning it in the opposite direction with a flick of his wrist. slowly, the lines and shapes are drawn back to their sources, the various Anchor Runes, but instead of their old shapes they seem to take a new form, a constantly shifting kaleidoscope of shapes, which seem to breath freedom and speed into the very Void which surrounds them. Much like their old form, power seems to crackle between them intensifying with each one. Though, unlike the old Runes, these never seem to slow, they only seem to speed up exponentially.
"a rather large misstep to think that simply transplanting my own Runes around me would actually do anything." He chuckles egotistically. "These are the opposite of Anchor Runes, Speed Runes if we're to use the more barbaric naming schemes. Instead of Anchoring a object preventing teleportation and ridiculous speeds, they empower the being in question's abilities to do so. Quite powerful when this many are Chained together. And since you were so kind to send them right to me..." The disheveled man drops into a runners stance. "I'll just have to drop by to thank you in person, my allies seem to have everything well enough in hand." With that...vote of confidence? And monologue to someone who's probably not listening, the Gentleman disappears in a Light-Orange streak. The power of thousands of Speed Runes pulsating through him as he leaves shock waves in his wake, passing through any solid object in his path harmlessly with the speeds he's going at. Then appearing before the Godmodder herself, tattared miss-matched clothing seemingly no worse for wear.
"Pleasure to finally meet you, M'lady." Sarcasm and arrogance drips off his voice as he doffs his Strange Hat to the Godmodder. Miasma flaring up as the whistle seems to redouble.
Using your "Speed Runes", you zip across the void, phasing through the void mines which were teleported in the direction of the Godmodder earlier. However, the explosion from these mines tips off the Godmodder's forces to your imminent arrival. The mysterious person by her side walks in front of you, and just as you stop, catches you by the throat. "Unfortunately, I'm unable to reciprocate that feeling at the moment."
You psychokinetically toss ten mines in the general direction of the PG troops, and then detonate them. They explode in fireballs that do nothing but summon more fire elementals.
"My name is Christine Treader, but you can call me Treis. In fact, don't call me anything else other than that."
The somewhat feminine voice belonging to a somewhat feminine character scatters itself across the battlefield. A simple onlooker's eyes may see that 'Treis' is a human; whereas a more astute observer, on the other hand, would also see the exact same thing. Good start. Yeah, so this apparent 'human' is dressed in a somewhat simple outfit of cloak (or maybe a shawl?) and light armor of some description, which seems to include an incredible number of belts. Oh, at least six around the waist, three around each leg, and one across the chest (perhaps a holster). Underneath the cloak, there appears to be a sword, or perhaps some other violent instrument. Regardless, this does increase the possible suspicion of that one belt being a holster. Everyone seems to be using swords these days, after all. In the list of things to describe of Treis' appearance, next is hair. Tawny, shoulder-length hair frames a face as feminine as you would expect from the character so far.
It occurs to you that this long description may be a result of this newcomer having innate perception altering abilities that grab one's attention and force them to continue taking in each individual aspect of Treis' character without being able to percieve all the features as a whole, thus taking the observer's attention away from the battle and instead onto Treis. This could be just paranoia due to me having another character named Media with a tremendous ability of local perception. The only problem is that this character can't possibly be Media. After all, of the incredibly few aspects of Media that have been revealed (her name, and that she is female), Treis fits none. Firstly, because Treis' name is 'Treis'- not 'Media'. That, and he's male. A shocking turn of events that I certainly hadn't been orchestrating from the beginning. Ignoring the initial quote, Treis invokes the first letters of each sentence in the first paragraph on the godmodder, who was perhaps too distracted by Treis' physical description to even notice being tagged. If the godmodder is, in fact, untargetable, I'm certain there is a wealth of other targets perhaps too distracted by Treis' physical description to even notice being tagged.
With a charge which I turn into Ritual Materials,I prepare a Magical Circle to call upon the Elemental Plane of Primal Water to drop a few metric tonnes of Primal Water to extinguish the Fire Elementals
The Ritual Materials are:
An Aqua Essence,intrinsically tuned to [[WATER]],Extracted from Refined Pure Water,a orb that radiates [[WET]] and some [[FLOW]]
A few drops of Liquid Paradoxen,contained in a Glass Jar as an offering of my Power and the Main Power Source of this Ritual
A Circle,made with Standard Chalk Powder Mix but altered slightly with crushed Cold Iron and a few Tears from the Sky,to prevent Sirens from coming and hopefully attune the Primal Water to a slightly Holy element once it comes gushing out
I call Indiana Jones(with the 25% Dodge Rate) to Attack the PG Forces while I ask Spaceship(upgraded from the last game) to prepare an Escape route,in case we need to make a Quick Escape
As you complete your ritual, you summon Primal Planar Water, but due to the messed-up gravity here, the water just stays suspended in a massive sphere, which the solitary Fire Elemental present is staying well away from!
21/40 (?)
I dispel the previous anime girls, who were simply scouting out the area.
Then, for a change...
Rizuha has joined the game! W32Coravint has joined the game!
I actually play a non-anime-girl character for once!
<Rizuha> Umm... do I introduce myself?
Sure. Go ahead.
<Rizuha> Hi... Name's Rizuha. I'm technically soulbound to W32 as his catgirl servant, but we're more like friends at this point, hehe.
<Rizuha> Anyway, er... I kinda like singing, but I'm not too good at it. I guess that's all, so shall we... do the thing?
Alright.
I throw a chunk of high explosive encased in ice at a Primal Fire Elemental. There's just enough ice that the explosive doesn't ignite until it's right in the middle of the elemental.
While the accidental summoning of a pair of enemy fire elementals of great strength is rather concerning, the Parallax is dealt with, so that's good.
The Blackguard suddenly bursts into flames, and the Iron Prince has to try and find a way to put it out, only to discover that it's more voidflame, and thus CAN'T be put out.
Sorry, was gonna do Trial of Earth here but my various mental conditions kicked me in the teeth pretty hard today.
10-2= 8/40
I split my attention between bodies. the cyan mist one- which has not acted this round- Jumps from wherever-they-where-probably-some-paralax-ruins-or-something straight into the minefield. it crashes into a mine, detonating it from just the right angle, at the just the right time, to be sent flying into The Blackguard (who is still standing on my main body, despite missing a leg. for some reason.), and crashes into them, sending them flying away from mainJOE. at that Exact moment, the radiation suit exuded FIST radiation, aiding the movement. main JOE levitates a bit away from where they where when Blackguard went flying, turns around, and starts firing pulses of super-high-frequency radiation and Energy energy (energy is an element, and all elements of this type have their own energy (IE Earth energy, fire energy, machine energy, plant energy) with expert marksmanship, temporarilly sending various systems offline, throwing off the blackguards aim, and generally being a nuisance. on the other hand, MistBOGLIMBJOE is restraining their motions as well, keeping them from reacting when-
A brilliant flash of light, quickly dimming, large amounts of my mist transformed into comparatively-inert plasma. If you're not willing to shoot yourself in the stomach, you're not willing to win ~Maxim 98, the 100 maxims of highly effective perception projectors. I shot Through my disposable self to carve out a specific part of the Blackguard: Whichever area gave the highest energy readings and as such was likely to be the main power core. chances are the blackguard has backups, but still.
A seconds later, after recovering from the pain of self-immolation, I raise up one BOG LIMB and kick the now-disconnected power core out of the blackguard, keeping it from reconnecting, and then dimensionally isolate the core for later.
Yeah, I'm probably going to do this kind of thievery every time a Boss shows up.
"I don't think i'm suited for doing offensive stuff... Maybe... It goes like this?"
I snap my fingers in hopes of doing something. It did something but I wasn't sure if it was the effect i wanted. Green Voidfire, the ones that i was modifying appears in front of me and I sit there confused.
"So... how does this go...? or... what do I do?"
I blank out from anxiety as the feeling of cluelessness on how to attack threatens to overwhelm me. Entirely unaware that the green Voidfire has been munching on the drones, turning the drones into more green Voidfire.
(Orders)
Lunar Knight will attack an enemy that isn't stunned.
Lunar Priest waits out till ALL entities move before healing the most injured ally.
Your altered fire destroys five drones!
As a note, your active participation in events will make a much larger difference. I personally feel terrible whenever something to happens because of my inaction, even if it's something that turns out to be beneficial in the end.
Charge 31/40
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The pair of Primal Fire Elementals are attemptedly assaulted by an erratic disarray of meteors. Emphasize on "attemptedly," as the meteors do not really show any promise of hitting the two, assuming they do dodge.
Continuing on the assumption that the two elementals indeed weave through the assault, one of them, in an instant, feel an error occur within its body as it impulsively jerks a limb into the other, the force of the impact damaging its companion.
"Now, let's get down to business!" Runes swirl around the disheveled man's wrist, before he flicks it downwards, causing the Runes to spiral out and him to vanish with a ripple. Slowly the space surrounding them is replaced with...miles of filing cabinets? Row after disorganized row, only plain desks breaking the monotony. Of courser, the Godmodder being the Godmodder, she next to immediately attempts to dispel the AG's little illusion, only, when she attempts to do so, she finds herself instead at the desk of a plain looking office worker. "To leave the Hall you need to fill out these forms in triplicate 'mam." He drones, vaguely pointing at one of the immensely tall filing cabinets. Every attempt to actually do something, murder, temporal manipulation, song numbers, was met with the same man droning on about filling out paperwork.
"Welcome my dear, to the Hall of Bureaucracy!" The Gentleman's smug voice echo's from every angle. "The only path to escape is to work through the nigh-endless red tape by hand, have fun~" The Gentleman has no doubts the Godmodder could blaze through the near-infinite amounts of paperwork in seconds perhaps, if he hadn't told a small lie about what this place is. Not the Hall of Bureaucracy, but the Hall of Boredoom, not that there's any way to tell the two apart aside from the soul-crushing boredom that presses down on you as you work, sapping you of energy, strength, and creative power.
The Gentleman settles himself in to watch the show. One way or another it should prove entertaining.
As you are currently in the chokehold of a being with superior magical capabilities, they send you into the Hall of Boredom instead.
Oh my. I'll do what I can here, but still. This might take a while..
You pull out the raw materials inside two drone factories, disabling them! The Blackguard gets to it's feet, grabs ahold of Metal Gear Rex, and fires a blast of energy from it's symbol, dealing 175k damage! The Primal Fire Elementals target Thorgi, Indiana Jones, the Adamantine Angel, Guard Drone v2 and the Androsphinx for 26k damage each! Four Snipers send hard-light rounds into the Pistol Shrimp, Guard Drone, Big Fish and Lunar Knight for 40k, while another messes up his shot and shoots the Blackguard for 35k instead! The Minelayers simply insta-detonate the mines they were going to deploy this round, making lesser fire elementals! The Escort Ships however, fire on the Tyranid Swarm, Millenium Falcon, Thorgi, JOE, Flamingflapjacks, Big Fish, Meteor Monster and Guard Drone v2 for 20k (4 player) damage each! The Indoor Defense turrets use their limited outdoor capabilities to deal 30k more damage to the Tyranid Swarm, and the Factories and Drones just do their own thing.
Now, it's our turn. First of all, Androsphinx, Adamantine Angel, Pistol Shrimp and Indiana Jones automatically make their Morale checks, and restore some Hp.
Metal Gear Rex happens to the Blackguard for 180k Damage, Thorgi deals 18k to all the Escort Ships in a massive blast of divinely empowered chain lightning, the Androsphinx heals up the Adamantine Angel back to full, while the Millenium Falcon and it's Slugthrower Drone Entourage punish a sniper for 30k damage, while the Adamantine Angel attacks another one for 12k, bypassing their camouflage! Indiana Jones and the Aspect of Air sneak aboard an Escort Ship and hacks into it's systems with their amazing superspy skills for 19k, and the Tyranid Swarm tears into another for 80k! The Spaceship prepares for a quick getaway in the unlikely event that you'd actually need one. The Big Fish deals 2k damage to the Indoor Defense Turrets, 4k to all the Primal Fire Elementals, 15k to one in particular, and 30k to another one. The Pistol Shrimp deals a further 20k damage to the Blackguard, and the Meteor Monster swallows a sniper whole! The Lunar Knight smashes an Indoor Defense Turret, and their accompanying priest heals them for 10k! Finally, inside the facility, a Squadmate finds the Soul Net, currently drained of souls. Everyone else divides up equally into squads of fifteen led by a sixteenth leader, and begin working!
Meanwhile, at the Godmodder...
I would reccomend that more people join, or just leave the location for now. If we launch a weak assault on her, things might get gnarly.
Itinerary:
Defeat the Iron Prince
Leave the Parallax!
Attack the Godmodder!
Avoid the use of magic! ENTITY ADVANTAGE: [AG]
PG MORALE: 65%
AG MORALE: 100%
ARMADA COMING IN: 3 rounds!
[N] Clown Escape Pod. 5,000/5,000 Hp. Absurdly Spacious! The Godmodder:
ENTITY ADVANTAGE: Heavy [PG]
PG MORALE: 100%
AG MORALE: 100%
[GM] The Godmodder. 70/80 Hp. Is currently it! [PG] ???. ACTIVELY AFFECTING MAGIC-BASED ATTACKS. [PG][ELITE] Primal Fire Elemental. 600,000/640,000 Hp.
[AG] Treis. 20/20 Hp. Hall of Boredom: [AG] Spicy Serious
In retrospect, I may have mis-remembered the exact extent of my abilities when I'm without an Avatar. I had been intending to get around to making a new one, but I guess I had better do it now.
This time, I wouldn't be doing anything quite so reckless as making my avatar a literal walking antimatter warhead, but I still had every intention of not using baryonic matter if I could get away with it. In this case, I opted to make use of a self-sustaining haze of distorted spacetime, churning a roughly humanoid region of existence into a mishmash of fluctuating gravitational horizons chaotically switching between black hole and white hole.
Thus, I once again looked like a humanoid mass of television static. With a flick, the set of triangular sunglasses I would be wearing were unfolded, and carefully attached to my avatar's face. Thus, my presence in this world was once again established.
