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Post by Vesper on Sept 8, 2021 0:43:22 GMT
A chill. That's all that was needed to rip all motion from Vesper's body. Not only his body, but the universe itself; everything had frozen in place. Time, vision, sounds, all stood still. Only one thing managed to slip through the temporal hault: the smell of death and decay. It slithered through the air and into Ves's nostrils, searching for prey. All it found, however, was a predator. Vesper's mind reached out and latched onto the scent. It was then that it came to a revelation: this was not the first time this aroma had crossed Vesper's path. Yet, the memory of the scent was not locked in a vault of his mind. No, it resided somewhere else. It was as if his soul itself knew the stench. It knew it from a place beyond the physical, but where exactly could not be known. Vesper snapped his head to the cultist, his eyes now filling with swirling shadowy whisps. That smile plastered on the cultist's face, it mocked him. It boiled his blood, set his heart on fire. The dark gas that filled his eyes now began leaking from his pores, rendering him a grim, ghastly sight. His teeth clenched together, and his angered state manifested itself through flames that engulfed his fists; flames that were born in a distant, forsaken place. Just when Ves began to attack, a burning fist buried itself in his gut, launching him back several feet. The pain was intense, forcing him to take a knee. The burning, however… the burning was a twisted delight. A masochistic spirit enveloped him, and a smile worked its way on his face. Again, it sparked a supernatural reminiscence. Deep in his soul, the searing sensation made him feel, in a sense, at home. "You retarded, a bad shot, or both?" The words seeped from his mouth like the shadows from his skin. The flames from his fist roared with a new power as he dashed toward his young challenger, aiming a right hook for their face! Hellfire: Vesper envelops a part of his body in dark, shadowy flames, that upon contact burn the opponent's very soul with a searing pain. Defensively, the flames create an outward force that suppresses attacks. 100% SPR in DMG or 50% SPR to Def. Damage taken cannot be healed by conventional, physical means.
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Post by WR Harthe on Sept 8, 2021 21:08:22 GMT
As Vesper lunged for them, they growled, a smug grin stretched across their face. They effortlessly sidestepped the attack, using the momentum they had gathered from their own punch. What had presented itself to them now was a window, an advantage. Despite the strain in their body and mind, and the whispers threatening their sanity, one thing had caught their attention: fire. Foreign fire. A type of flame they could not manipulate, not even in their prime. How ironic it was for two pyromancers to meet under these circumstances. Using this new window, they dashed behind him, sweeping a leg in attempt to take out one of his own, and sending a fist straight for his spine, fire threatening to burn his clothes as the afterimages came roaring behind! After dishing their blows, they preemptively sidestepped, in the opposite direction this time, to make distance between the two. Flames continued to roar around the pint sized punk, though their exhaustion was growing more and more obvious with each movement. Primary Ability - Conflagration ;; WR channels heat to a desired portion of their body and can choose to set it ablaze, enhancing their spiritual prowess and unlocking the rest of this skill set. For as long as part of them is engulfed in flames, they can manipulate any and all fire, regardless of the source. Damaging effects scale with 100% SPR, increased to 150% against Seared targets. Additionally, they are completely immune to fire damage.
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Post by Fell on Sept 9, 2021 17:48:42 GMT
The second floor of the building was eerily empty: there was a long hallway, with doors on either side, not unlike a hotel. It seemed like there was nobody home, which meant that there wasn’t anybody to interrupt Kai, Lulu, and Janiya. They would easily make it to the third floor, which looked almost identical to the second floor. However, one of the doors to the right was very obviously different: a deep, pulsing red light could be seen from beneath the door, and a soft chanting could be heard from behind the door.
Jasper wouldn’t notice much change in the scene before him. The cultist he had stabbed continued to mutter and murmur, standing oddly still – there was no movement to their body at all, aside from the lips as they formed the strange words. The crowd continued to mill around. The people who had broken their trances were going from person to person, trying desperately to shake others out, but to no avail. Everybody seemed to be avoiding one building in particular: the one that the trio had gone into.
The sudden discovery of his Nen would come with a slow exhaustion, a heaviness in every one of Vesper’s limbs. It would start near his heart and spread out slowly, not enough to quite hinder his movements, but more than an enough for him to feel it. The darkness began to shroud his vision, making it difficult for him to see at all, even as WR pressed the attack. [Accuracy of attacks will be cut slightly.]
WR’s vision, however, began to clear up slightly. They would be able to see an image of Vesper juxtaposed over the image of the cultist. It allowed them to see his hellfire for a moment, at least, before it would fade away, back to the sight of the cultist. This confusion continued to make life a bit difficult for WR, making it difficult to land an attack as well as to see one coming. However, they would be able to hear Vesper clearly, the whispers beginning to fade away. [Accuracy of attacks and dodges will be cut slightly.]
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Post by Vesper on Sept 9, 2021 18:43:56 GMT
As he went for the punch, Ves felt the heaviness begin its infectious spread in his body. Could it be another trick of the cultist? Out the corner of his eye, the red head saw the kid dash behind him. In his fighting experience, that was never a good sign. Immediately, he turned around, put his forearms in an X, and braced for impact. The dark flames erupted viciously from his body, as if they were all one muscle that flexed with the rest in preparation for an attack. Before he knew it, he was falling forward, and a fist came in contact with his arms, knocking him off to one side. Vesper landed into a roll to dampen the impact. Thankfully, it was the opposite direction from the kid. Everything in him wanted to respond with a counter attack, but the heaviness and shadows were becoming too much. He needed to get away from the cultist. Besides, the kid seemed pissed off and charged enough to deal with the issue. Ves could just go find another one. They didn't have time to be fighting each other. As quickly as he could, he sprang to his feet and ran as far from the alley as he could, hopefully in the right direction. Hellfire: Vesper envelops a part of his body in dark, shadowy flames, that upon contact burn the opponent's very soul with a searing pain. Defensively, the flames create an outward force that suppresses attacks. 100% SPR in DMG or 50% SPR to CON. Damage taken cannot be healed by conventional, physical means.
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Post by Kai on Sept 9, 2021 19:19:20 GMT
Kai made it to the third floor but heard steps behind he spun around quickly expecting to an enemy from the unchecked 2nd floor to be standing there only to see... The girls. "Dammit I thought I-" Then the chanting filled his ears and a though he didn't understand the words or what was happening... something about the words filled his body and soul with a sensation he hasn't felt in a long time. Fear. He bared his teeth like fangs. "Run." He growled in such a way that even though it was barely a whisper the word was cold and piercing. Then his body would suddenly erupt with power as his aura exploded outward surrounding him! Then he kick in the door of the chanting and charge inside! Death Aura - Kai is enveloped in spiritual energy making his eyes glow and giving him a visible Aura around his body, this empowers Kai boosting his physical stats. Anyone near him can feel the cold embrace of Death... (+75% Str and Dex)
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 10, 2021 17:19:45 GMT
Jasper would stand there puzzled for a moment. They didn't seemed phased by bladed weapons and they threw his Nen out of wack, which made him hesitate to use it. The people who snapped out of it were failing to end the trance. Did he take them and go? Did he try a last resort first. Well, going out trying something seemed more his speed. If whatever culty chant mmagic they had was working, maybe he could get it too work.
He would tell the other people, free of the trance. "They don't seem to budge. I have an idea, but if it fails we are going to make a break for the art gallery. Okay???"
Regardless he would focus and take a deep breath. Opening his hands and putting every ounce of effort he could manage into creating old angelic holy symbols. Things he remembered from museums and art galleries. He would then spread his fingers wide and as loud as he could manage make the symbols errupt with hymns and chants to match the holy iconography. It wouldn't be enough to drown out all the cultists. But for anyone who walked through this section of the street, he positioned his symbols to where it could drown out the few in this consentrated area.
As he focused harder, taking a knee and adopting a praying stance, he would work at removing all thoughts other than this display from his mind. Putting everything he had to give into this. If nothing else he had to try.
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Post by WR Harthe on Sept 11, 2021 2:16:50 GMT
As things continued to flicker with windows in between, WR forced a halt, resting their hands on their knees, and snarling over their heavy breaths, staring at the ground.
One moment, there was the cultist. Next, what they swore to be deadshot, accompanied by dark flames. His Nen, maybe? The cultist's? Who the fuck were they fighting? What the fuck was wrong with them? As the thoughts swirled, everything seemed to become a little clearer. They found their conscious slowly creeping over their instincts, allowing them to think clearly.
Was this a victory? A defeat? Hell if they knew.
Flames finally dispersed into the air around them, and they closed their eyes, straining themself to stand completely still. It was the only surefire way to know if they were ACTUALLY in danger, or if it was just a mind game. Something didn't add up.
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Post by Lulu d'Arles on Sept 12, 2021 3:28:46 GMT
The silence of the building gave Lulu enough time to think; but her brain wasn't in the mood for any more surprises. So when she saw the red, pulsing glow from underneath the door, her mind had already began mentally preparing herself though the checklist of all the worst possibilities
Kai didn't seem happy that he had been followed, but it was clear he was intent on entering the room regardless, acting as the hero of the moment. Despite the cold aura of his Nen, his headstrong nature acted to comfort Lulu and help her push out those nagging doubts, if only temporarily.
After letting Janiya do whatever she planned to do first, Lulu would do her best to cover the rear in case of any more surprises.
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Post by Fell on Sept 13, 2021 23:25:36 GMT
As soon as Kai’s kick landed against the door, it shattered with an impressive force… Outwards. The debris would kick back and leave small but deep cuts on each of the three: on Lulu, she would carry a scar on her cheek, right beneath her cheekbone; on Janiya, a slight gash that cut her eyebrow in half; on Kai, a cut leading from his cheek back to his ear. His was, by far, the worst of the three, but still not quite enough to do more than scar. [TRIGGER WARNING] The scene behind the door was a grisly one. There were six cultists, people with their hoods pulled back to expose the entirety of their faces, and in the center of the circle they had created was a girl. She was young, not quite old enough to drink, tied down in the shape of a cross. Her head had lolled towards the door and her blue eyes, dull and lifeless, stared at the three. She was naked, and her body was brutalized in ways beyond most human thought. She had what looked like an autopsy cut, piercing through the boundary of her collarbone and her chest plate, leaving her insides for the world to see. Her blood was smeared across the floor in strange, foreign symbols. She took a final breath, staring at the three who were just moments too late to save her… [END TRIGGER WARNING]As the girl died, the cultists in the room, as well as the ones on the road, raised their hands up towards the sky. A strange smoke began to rise, as if a fire started deep within her guts, and filled the room. Within a heartbeat of her death, the smoke took form: a man made of shadows and what looked like the girl’s blood, standing the height of the room, his arms outstretched and a vicious grin on his face. As he spoke, his voice would echo from the mouth of every cultist in the streets, for every person to hear. ”Foolish humans… Did you think life was eternal? That you’d have time to dally around and do as you wish? Your false sense of immortality shall cost you, as it has cost her… Her sacrifice….” He leaned down, then, and gently – almost lovingly – stroked the face of the girl. ”It has brought forth your utter demise. Now kneel! Kneel before your King!” His laughter filled the ears of every person, bringing most to their knees. The cultists on the streets began to chant his name. “Astaroth… Astaroth..” The chanting continued until the demon lord disappeared in a ring of smoke and the cultists on the streets collapsed. They seemed to melt into a strange black ichor, which soaked into the sidewalks and leaving only their cloaks behind. Those that were still stuck in a trance seemed to snap out of it, looking around in utter confusion. The room with the sacrifice continued to fill with smoke, making it difficult to see and impossible to breathe. Kai, Janiya, and Lulu would blindly cough until, suddenly, they passed out. Just as people were regaining their consciousness, there was the loud bang of an explosion. The room that the sacrifice was in seemed to explode outwards in a blaze of fire, burning both the cultists and the sacrifice to ash. Miraculously, the trio were spared: they would wake up on the streets below the building, unharmed aside from the face wounds they received when the door exploded and a persistent cough that would bother them for a few days. The Demon King Astaroth has risen. <EVENT END>
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Post by Fell on Sept 13, 2021 23:27:53 GMT
Event Rewards: To be posted! Check back later! Kai, Lulu, and Janiya:+2 EXP Leather Material: A material that can be added to any already created item. It has no affix, but adds an additional +2 to the statistics. Vesper, Jasper, and WR:+2 EXP Expendable Health Potion: An item that can be used once to heal half of the damage received during the thread.
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