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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 18, 2013 18:04:21 GMT -8
Setting: 700 years into the future of whatever point the site is or isn't at right now. Most of the legendary folks have either passed, or are around through legacy. It's the undead capital of Coruscant, laying in ruins. The galaxy is on the brink before the brink of complete death, suffering a plague and purging coming from the Supermassive Black Hole in the galactic center. Everything from the Mid RIm in are dead planets, teeming with reanimated corpses who endlessly seek to either destroy or destroy. Billions flock to the Mando and Chiss worlds, the last refuges before the emptiness of the void. Being the smarty pants you are, Era, you come to the dead city of Coruscant, hoping to stop this before any more are hurt. Or really probably just looking around because that's the annoying tendency you have. In any case, the setting is just an excuse for a bunch of expendable super skyscrapers.
Rules: None. I want it to be Level 5 Diva against absolutely anything you've got. OOOOOOOPgaming is to be expected, along with insanity. I only ask that we follow the guidelines of fighting etiquette. No hit calling, not even touch calling, savvy? Think of this as a final fantasy
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 19, 2013 12:55:39 GMT -8
Oh, mighty center of civilization: see your latest works and crumble to the very foundations.
It's not like the citizens or the Republic didn't try to stop it, it's not like they didn't send fleets on top of fleets, begged for aide from every corner, and argued over every law that needed to be broken in order to survive. Really, it was all a case of bad luck. If the Galactic City had just been further from the center, then maybe it would still be shrouded in glory, even to this day.
Now, it was a city of bones. The proud super scrapers were just broken tombstones marking the spot of the most horrific mass graveyard this galaxy had the woe of knowing. The smart ones fled before the plague spread too far, the rest, even the brave that stayed as the rear guard, every last one, had perished. Ironically enough the exemplar of chaotic control known as Coruscant finally knew something it hadn't in over a hundred thousand years.
It was finally quiet.
This was a dream. This was THE dream. Ever since she laid her wicked eyes upon the bright lights of that city, she had lusted for this, pined for this. It was Diva's final fantasy. Now she stood on the tip of spire, high above the ruination below. The stormy clouds seemed so bittersweet. From her perch, she gazed upon the swirling masses, cooing softly to them, and she could not help but smile.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2013 22:28:01 GMT -8
The pinnacle of civilization, brought low by the nefarious plans of the one known as Diva. Eralam had been too late to stop her, too late to save the planet, but maybe that was for the better. Chaos precipitates change, and the universe desperately needed something to stir the waters.
That being said, there would be no restraint this time. There would be no attempts to hold back, no attempts to recruit, cajole, convert or otherwise salvage the spiteful little bitch. They would fight, and she would die. End. Done. This had gone on long enough.
The Iron Knight appears on the tip of a nearby building. His LeMat is on the right hip, his lightsaber on the left. The Force screams in pain as his presence is unleashed upon the empty, ruined world.
He turned towards Diva and drew his revolver.
"Sup."
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 19, 2013 22:57:51 GMT -8
Every inch of Ice Incarnate is surprise. Oh, such sweet, heart freezing surprise.
"!ERALAM!"
"Wow!
You're back!
It's only been six hundred and ninety eight years since you blew up because of your girlfriend.
I waited a LONG time.
Long time to play your Math.
You never came back.
I got bored.
You know when little girls tear up teddy bears because nobody wants them?"
"I TORE UP HALF THE GALAXY!"
She lets her tongue flop out to the bottom of her chin, glowing blue eyes bulging with some kind of disgusting sense of enjoyment.
"OooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOoooooppppps!
If oooonly I had parental guidance!
Ooooooh the bunnies that I could have petted!"
Diva shuffles around in a little dance while balancing on one boot, grinning wickedly.
"So, Old Man, are you here to stop me, love me, or.....
...maybe you've come to offer up your heart?
Awww, I'm so very touched. Tell you what, if you surrender, I'll take it easy on the babies.
God knows I could use a break from the billions of them crying."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2013 23:09:41 GMT -8
The Shard sighs and cocks back the hammer of his revolver.
"No, Diva, I'm not here to love you."
The thumb flicks the striker into the lower position, the one that fires the shotgun barrel.
"I'm here to beat your ass to death and drink your blood from a boot."
Eralam aims, and fires. The resulting explosion is so much more than a mere shotgun blast. A conical iridium projectile is launched by the base charge of gunpower. A split second later, a detonite charge in a hollow on the base of the projectile kicks off. The dense slug flies towards Diva, nearly reaching escape velocity. If it didn't hit, there was a very good chance that it would make orbit.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 20, 2013 8:32:42 GMT -8
"Oh! OH! Wonderful!"
He may have been far off, but she could tell his aim would be perfect, assisted by robotic charm, no doubt. As the LeMat fires its underslung barrel, Diva brings up tightly balled fists to her chin and rubs them with childlike excitement. Of course, that was all the super speed round would allow as far as reactions go.
!SHHHHPLUURRRT!
The round did indeed proceed into low orbit, perhaps smacking quietly against some husk of a capital ship that floated in the dead space. It also completely annihilated the Witch's head from the collar bone upwards, searing away the skin of her upper body, and causing what was left of the body to nearly teeter over from the tip of the spire. If this were a normal fight then this would be the part where one would close the book. However, when the headless monster regained its center on the one boot, shuffled its hips sensually, morbidly, teasingly, as what appeared to be a number of black, flying rodents screeched in the clouds and collected upon the girl's head. Glowing eyes once again punctuate the black mass, and she speaks, her singsong voice of ice echoing across the broken glass kilometers and kilometers away.
"That's one life down. Progress!
You've only got billions upon billions to go!"
Diva raises her right hand and raises two fingers, like how a ninja would, and begins to calmly making a small circle whilst smirking. After three rotations, a vibration starts subtly, shaking dust nearby. After the sixth circle, heavy bass would be pounding against Eralam's chassis upon every completed encirclement, and now on the seventh spin, the durasteel beams that held up the skyscrapers would be trembling.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 8:41:09 GMT -8
The Shard knew better than to assume that the projectile would do the job. It was simply a distraction, meant to blind or otherwise incapacitate the evil old hag long enough for his next trick.
He could feel the building rumbling around him, and that was fine. The foundations were getting weak. All they needed was just the right nudge and the whole thing would come crashing down. Which is precisely why, when Eralam propelled himself towards Diva with a Force powered jump that was nearly supersonic in its own right, he gave the building just the right sort of nudge to send it crashing into the Ice Queen's roost.
If all went well, he could tackle her clean off the building and into the lower levels, where enough damage would collapse entire portions of the city and bury the bitch long enough for the planet to be destroyed. And if that somehow failed, the two buildings colliding should at least get them started on the downward descent into darkness and death.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 20, 2013 9:12:40 GMT -8
"Ooooooooo!"
That jump was miraculous and made the Shard all the more desirable as a foe. She had never seen him take the offensive like this before, and she had to say, she liked it. When Eralam reaches the apex of his tackle jump, since it was far enough to require upwards motion first to make the kilometer journey, she squeezed, and jumped backwards, purposefully slow and lazy. As he got close there was massive flare in the Dark Side of the Force, enough of the stuff to even make it a Sith Lord feel like he was punched in the face, and that was just with the collection of malice and energy. Could Eralam use his super reaction time to detect the sudden heat that was bathing him on this cold, dead world?
A ray of lightning rips from the stormy clouds, arching wildly as if it was trying to write spastic script in bright blue. Diva's right hand stabs at the spire she was just perched upon, and the beam of concentrated electro-spasm twists and frays like arrows, lashing out towards it, where Eralam was about to be, and splintering towards the Roboninja as well. 30,000 kelvins in a self contained area? He could handle a lot, but could he stomach temperates five times as hotter than a sun? Not even his ex-girlfriend could boast such heat.
"EAT!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 9:31:45 GMT -8
That was quite a lot of energy. And under normal, restrained circumstances, it would have been a deal breaker. Game over man. Now though, the Shard fights with no restraint, no control, not even the illusion of being on the same level as mere mortals. This was heat, this was energy, this was FUEL.
"TASTE THE RAINBOW MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!"
The lightning vanishes in a whirling maelstrom of energy as the Robot Space Ninja sucks it in and spits it back towards his foe in a ray of coherent light almost solid enough to stand on. The effort required to do so means that he has to stop fueling the jump for a moment. Eralam lands lightly on the spire formerly occupied by Diva, knowing he has about three seconds before the building he toppled makes contact.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 20, 2013 10:06:59 GMT -8
Oops.
You don't dodge something midair unless you could fly. Eralam couldn't evade the hit; she couldn't either. Surprise! The lightning bolt strikes Diva in the midsection, sizzles for a moment around her highly concentrated energy, then discharges it all in what felt like a micro nuke going off. That was it for the building Eralam was standing upon, a quarter of the upper floors gave way, crackled and tumbled over like a struck domino, raising a racket that would even disturb the buried dead on Korriban. And what of the Viper Extraordinary? What remained of her body, mostly charred ligament and roasty bone, flies up like a shot rocket as the energy propels kilometers into the air. She soars into the great, gray clouds, that wicked manifestation of a body already rebuilding itself together and spawning new veins, new ink, and new flesh to continue to maintain this form. But she had felt that one. What was that? One hundred lives down in a shot? Still plenty more in the wallet, as it were. But that was some rather amazing pain, probably the most vivid interpretation of it she had ever experienced.
More. More! MORE!
This is was living. Here she was, soaring like a jet plane breaking through the cloud layer. Oh, look how pretty the nearby moons were, and the stars, so close she could reach out and touch them in her excuse of mind. Such sweet peace. She could hear violins. Oh, look at that, a star destroyer laying dormant and dead in low orbit, already pulled into a doomed circle around the planet and falling. What was the legend again? That a humble Sith Apprentice had pulled one down into a battle? Ha, if a human could do it, she could do it with extreme gusto.
Tendrils of hatred, joy in the slaughter that had taken place days earlier on this ship, wrap around the sinking mass, and begin to pull it downward to planet. She had felt the elation that came with a high point in the sky, now she felt herself slow and then drop, rushing madly through the thick and tormented squall, bringing down a little present for Mr. Math. Skin re-grafted, hair grew back, clothes covered her nakedness, weapons gathered, and streams of angry creatures, black, spiteful, and legion -leaked out into the Hellbound crusade.
She landed like a rather graceful kitten about 500 meters away from where first blast struck, planting herself on the edge of a landing pad of another glorified tombstone.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2013 1:37:55 GMT -8
From within the shattered remains of the upper floors, seemingly coming from the smoky air itself, music began to play.The Shard launches from the debris cloud, a vision of hell and fire and fury. His revolver is twisted slag in the rubble. His lightsaber is in the right hand, a silver burning brand held before the robotic specter of vengeance.Eralam's ballistic trajectory clears the 500 meters in the blink of an eye. And it carries him far beyond the demonic bitch, to a spire roughly 300 meters beyond her perch. The reasoning became clear a moment later as the Star Destroyer crashed down, exploding magnificently. The gigantic fireball wouldn't have been too much of a problem if he had been present for it, but getting caught up would ruin his next intended move.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 23, 2013 10:42:34 GMT -8
The whines and merciless symphony of screaming metal, twisting super structures, and pulverizing mountains of a once great city falling into its old foundations raised such a sound that could surpass the coming of a messiah. Really, half of the pleasure she was receiving from this fight was all the wanton destruction blasting through that once great city. In playing with Eralam, she was exactly like a kid playing with a city of colourful legos, kicking over the meticulously crafted monoliths with whooping gestures, circling hips, and many oohs and aahs.
But this could only entertain her for so long. Diva was aware of his powerful nature -his tendency to be nothing more than a lightning rod. The irony was that she was something similar -now, with billions upon billions, even trillions, of souls empowering her vast war against everything that lives, she was closer to his stature than ever before.
"Your music
. . .sucks. . .
Give me something worth fighting against,
something more than just morality,
a fly,
nipping against evil for the rest of time."
It wasn't exactly spoken or thrown out in the Force in such a way to make itself heard. Perhaps it was simply an aside. In any case, the Champion of Ice did not even bother to face the Roboninja or prepare any sort of attack or defense. Gazing at the clouds was increasingly looking like the right thing to do.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 11:55:58 GMT -8
The Shard sighs, and the music stops.
"You know, I thought the song was rather fitting. Oh well."
Another leap, this one bringing him on to the same rooftop as his opponent. The fire and exploding Star Destroyer was quite pretty, in an explody kind of way. He sat down on an aircon unit and joined Diva in staring at the conflagration.
"You know, we could sit here and fight like this for years. The planet's already screwed, so I guess that's not as big of an issue as it would normally be, but eventually it would just stop being fun. So here's my offer: no morality, no judgment, just you and me and our guns and blades and fists and feet and teeth and whatever else you might be hiding, on this rooftop. One life, no resurrections, winner take all. I know you can't be killed, Diva. I put you down now and another version of you is going to pop up somewhere else, and when it gets powerful enough, it'll need to be put down too."
The burning wreckage begins to sink into the ground as the foundations all the way down in the undercity give way. It would collapse, and it would take a long, long time to fall.
"I'm tired, Diva. Do you have any idea how many times we've done this dance? I've killed you and you've killed me and here we are, 700 years later. I'm fucking sick of it. You know as well as I do that either one of us could end this by not coming back. So that's what I have to offer. You kill me, I kill you, either way, it's done."
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jul 1, 2013 11:29:35 GMT -8
"Whaduya think I am?
Stupid?
You've got a limitless threshold to absorb
pain, malice, bullets, and energy.
Heh heh heh.
Just like me, Math.
You're a black hole
just like me."
She hops down from the spire and lands like a poised tigress on and in front of Eralam's position, standing about ten meters away, smiling widely with wondrous eyes.
"You're so beautiful,
I've missed you so much.
You make me feel so bubbly,
so special.
You make me know what it's like to wanna die.
I look at you and see a being who just wants to rest,
who moves because awareness compels him,
who has no option but to fight or fade.
I'm a slave to my nature
as much as you are to yours."
Diva stands up straight, letting the wind blow against her tattered excuse of black ink otherwise called clothing.
"I don't mind oblivion,
I don't mind infinite sleep,
but it's scaaa-AIR-ry!
Besides, what am I gonna do if I kill you?
Who can I wait for?
Who can match me if you're gone?
Ugh, it'd be SOOOOOOO boring!
Do you have any idea how hard it is to wipe the floor,
to wipe off life from your boots like it was shit?
Because it IS shit?
Oh, it's so hard,
oh, woe upon woe upon woe!
Who will challenge me if I kill and eat you, Coppa?"
Her head tilts downward to give Eralam the embodiment of a cheeky, devilish look.
"We'll find out!"
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
"I accept your terms"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2013 14:22:50 GMT -8
Wordlessly, the Shard stood and adopted a fighting stance more suited to his blade's rapier-like construction than the norm: right leg forward, feet shoulder width apart, body presenting a narrow profile in relation to the target. The silver blade was much narrower, more focused than a typical lightsaber, courtesy of the eralam crystal from which the Shard took his name. His right arm was extended at shoulder level, blade canted slightly upwards and in line with the body. His left hand was held loosely at head height, providing protection for the face, much in the same way a boxer would keep his hands up to ward off punches. The knees were slightly bent, weight on the balls of the feet.
The stance was often ridiculed by more traditional swordsmen, who preferred comparatively broad, circular motions. The ridicule rarely lasted for more than a few moments before the lightning-quick speed of the technique, which was indeed derived from the rapier, stabbed through each one of their vital organs in alphabetical order.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jul 16, 2013 13:56:28 GMT -8
"Oh, oh. Oh you.
Looking at you looking at me like that makes me shake..."
Diva's snow white hand places itself gently upon her womb and rubs the black silk in a circle.
"Right here."
There was no art to her first strike. Ice Incarnate simply grins, baring her happy fangs unto the dead world, pulls outs a leather hilt in her right hand, and that old weapon of choice, the steel plated Deagle, in her left. The safety was never used, and a round was always in the chamber. Why would a Manifesto of the Dark Side need protective precaution?
She, it, aims at Eralam's chest, and fires.
!BUUH-DAMMMMMNNNN!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2013 22:09:06 GMT -8
Eyes and fingertips. The eyes will tell you where they're aiming, the fingers will tell you when to act. The Shard timed his customary deflective barrier, canted at an angle to allow the bullet to glance off harmlessly, with the motion of the finger pulling the trigger. That was more or less standard operating procedure for a gunfight in this place.
What wasn't quite so standard was the little flick of his left index finger, barely noticeable. The bullet would impact the shield in just a few hundredths of a second, so it wasn't much of a stretch for the Shard to drop the shield and do something simple after the little projectile had met its fate. As the slide on the Desert Eagle reached its full extension, he simply tried to flick the slide release downwards. If this worked as planned, the weapon would more or less fall apart as the slide returned forwards.
While even the .50 would have trouble punching through the more heavily armored parts of Eralam's chassis, he knew that Diva had a taste for trick rounds. AP pistol ammo isn't exactly common, but it would be foolish to risk advancing without taking that damnable pistol out of the equation.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jul 23, 2013 3:05:46 GMT -8
Tricky bastard. She had taken that he meant no use of the Force, just use of gear and their supernatural strength. Dirty tricks, but his dipping into the energy that binds us all was a mistake. Every living thing that once inhabited Coruscant was now inside the Witch. Pull or push and you're talking about directly appraising the smiling little demon with your intent. So, when the Roboninja sent his little thought, she could almost taste it, appearing like a pink arrow —much like pink of the shard that powered him— and raising up only to come down towards her prized antique.
Not today. There would be no repeats of the skirmish on Dac six hundred and sixty nine years ago. Dipping slightly into her nearly infinite pool of Force, Diva uses it to assist her pale hand in twisting away from Eralam's mischief. The result is that his clever tap touched her wrist, causing super massive damage to roughly one hundred and fifty six manifested skin cells. Oh wow! Being touched by him in the Force felt wonderful!
Naturally, recoil control was a dream: the Deagle pounds backwards, and to keep it from slipping out or smashing into her face, Diva arcs it in a half circle around the base of her waist, letting the gun rest against the small of her undead back. Next, the dual phase extra long hilted lightsaber prepares to fence while within the grasp of her right hand. There were ten meters between them, and it would take at least a second to close the gap into striking distance. The Witch undertakes this move now, purposefully slow and smooth, inviting another attack.
Somewhere below and far away, the deflected .50 caliber round smacks and doctorates the wall of a monolith.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 6:44:09 GMT -8
As the Ice Queen closes the gap, Eralam strikes.
He lashed out with the left foot, firing off a roundhouse kick towards his ghastly opponent's hip, hoping to crush her pelvis. His lightsaber is still held at shoulder level, though the tip is directed slightly downwards now. It's easy enough to bring it in position to catch any attacks that she might fire off in response, and easier still to take advantage of any openings she might present.
The Shard knew better than to think that the kick would land. But if he could keep the bitch off balance, there would be openings that he could exploit. Take away the unnatural speed and unholy power from both sides and this fight was just another duel, the sort he'd battled his way out of time and time again.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Aug 3, 2013 8:52:08 GMT -8
Wow! He must be taking it easy on her for whatever reason. This went back to the maddening way he consistently ridiculed Diva's effort. Not matter, each disrespect would be paid in full —with a crunch into his inept frame once she began to consume and begin the feigned process of turning him into toilet water.
Rather than make any grand motions or biting statements, she simply shifts her weight into the soles of her boots and slightly bends her knees. This would prepare her for sudden motion if it called for it. His attack didn't. With a casual flair, she flicks the lightsaber in her hand by turning her wrist as if using a screwdriver. The grin turns into a bemused smile, and Diva then brings the hilt to a point just above her right kidney. This results with the brilliantly blue blade crossing her hip at a 30 degree angle. . . and puts it right between her hip and his roundhouse. Should he continue his strike, his leg should promptly and nicely be sliced off as its own momentum provides all the power needed to cut his armor. Even if he countered with his own blade, he'd be striking from one leg, balancing himself with his right.
Should he cancel his kick, it should be noted that her wrist was now poised to thrust and drive her lightsaber point-first into the spot which connects his right leg to his torso, right in the gap that required no armor in order to allow freedom of movement.
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