Re: Malefic Duo (Dawn of Madness Mini-Event Series)

Fri Dec 18, 2015 12:20 pm

Kenta didn't need to be told again, he picked up the gun that was wrenched from his hand moments earlier, and the numbed feeling within him seemingly dissipated. Standing up, Kenta was going to ask the Quincy what their plan was until he cut himself off to observe the giant hole that the Quincy blew through the Ziamichi. In the back of his mind, he wanted this guy to been done, but he knew that wasn't the case in the slightest, his thoughts were confirmed when the Ziamichi started to repair himself and transformed into...something.

"Things are about to get worse," "I agree with you on that," the spirits within the Soul Reaper's soul confirmed with one another, "Either way, we have to stand our ground. We're in this to the end," the Vizard pointed the demonic guns he acquired at his foe. Something caught Kenta off-guard, "… 2015… Rain… alcohol… mangled… vehicle.." the cryptic statement was followed by a small smile on the Ziamichi's face, "...Would your little daughter… enjoy seeing you now…?" at first the words meant nothing to the exile, but they all came together, "8:55 PM...coming home from work...birthday...accident," a chill ran down Kenta's spine, "Daughter...Naomi," flashes of images ran through Kenta's head, his wife, a corporate building, his daughter, a car, and a grave all appeared in a blur of other images and sensations, among those sensations was a deep, unbridled, chaotic anger.

"KENTA!" "MOVE YOU IDIOT!" the two shouts in his head snapped him out for him to see a wind blade coming straight for him. Grunting in surprise, Kenta moved away as fast as he could react, he was successful moving his arm away from being cut off, but he still got a deep cut into top of his bone in his left arm, "We need to focus!" Eregantou snapped at Kenta, "If we don't..." "We're not going to make it out of this fucking forest," Xander finished for her. Steeling himself, Kenta put his hand upon his face and summoned his Hollow Mask as a blue tendril of energy raced towards him.

The Vizard didn't know if it was going to kill him or not, but he wouldn't take any chances, side jumping to the left he barely avoided the majority of the attack, the only thing it touched was Kenta's jacket and shirt as they both inflated out with the wind.

Fri Dec 18, 2015 2:56 pm

AGENT OF CHAOS

Needless to say, June was not expecting this kind of foe to be taken out by such a simple combination attack like that; anything less would be pitiful. That's why the Hardlight barrier had been erected, already in place by the time the Ziamichi was riposting. The translucent pane of energy rung in a high chime as the invisible force crashed against it, and another one moments after. The Hardlight would hold, and June's focus was drawn back to her opponent now as her body tensed. She uncrossed her arms once more and set her weapons' sights on his vitals for the moment he broke through. Her Aishadou would not miss the instance.

Eventually, the snake would find a weapon within his repertoire strong enough to destroy the Hardlight. The Tomoe within her eyes spun slowly and narrowed toward her pupil as she studied the interaction—her eyes did not miss the coating around this weapon that was able to cut the Hardlight like it wasn't there at all. It severed straight through the energy, the entire pane would shatter like a glass window, thousands of shards of light scattering through the air before promptly winking out of existence. The dome became just a little darker once again, but a pair of new lights would ignite: June's handguns recoiled from their respective blasts, twin bolts aimed to perforate through what would be the man's lungs, left and right.

Even if he allowed the light to pierce him, she doubted it would stop the momentum of his charge. The soles of her feet began to glow with a golden sheen—even richer in intensity while within this darkness of hers—while her body lowered to the ground to match the Ziamichi. What would be but a silver blur of severance to most eyes, the Aishadou caught every fine detail of the curved blade that slashed at her arm. The glimmer of faint light caused by her own abilities being reflected off the side of the scythe, the gentle undulation of the wind as the weapon danced forth, and the destructive fire that clung to the metal; they were beautiful sights lost on the girl as she had focus entirely on matching his pace in combat.

The lefthand weapon was once again thrown up into the air as the arm weilding it would withdraw itself from the trajectory of the scythe, which would fly right between the two. As she did, that hand did not remain idle. It would slide down to the back of her waist into a pouch attached to her side, rifling through a well-organizing set of metal capsules to find the one she was looking for based solely on muscle memory. As she wrapped her fingers around the cold object, she brought it toward the back of the gun she was still holding, which has had its ejector exposed by the flick of a finger. By the time the Ziamichi was just getting to the back end of his first swing, June would load this metal capsule into the side of her weapon and locked it into place.

There was a crack as the muzzle of June's weapon flashed more brightly than it had before, jettisoning out a Holy Shot tipped with the metal capsule at the Ziamichi's feet, where it would be planted into the ground harmlessly. As the bullet was in mid flight, June reclaimed her other weapon and then used her bent knees to leap forward and over the Ziamichi like a rocket. The golden light that had coated her shoes was for the purpose of the God Step, causing the woman to move faster than the barrage of wind could hope to hit her. Now up in the air near the top of the dome, she turned her body upside down and then blasted herself back toward the ground with the platforms of Reishi created at her feet, torqueing her body to land on her feet facing the Ziamichi. It was at this time that the scythes of wind would finally crash into eachother in the area of empty space she'd been standing in less than a second ago.

June had landed in a crouch, looking down at the ground and not even at her dangerous foe. Her weapons weren't pointed at him either. Rather, she seemed to have her index finger outstretched, and at the same time, the man would feel a gentle tug on his neck, as if a thin wire as been noosed around it. There was no time for him to turn around to face her, or to even blink in surprise. As he realized it, June would crook her outstretched finger, and the man's head would become cleanly severed from the rest of his body in an instant, with laser-fine smoothness. The floating head became a target, and June would extend her weapons outward to take a potshot at it, as well as the heart of his torso, lighting both up with an explosive charge of Quincy energy. Simultaneously, the Ginto that had been planted previously would erupt at the same time, unleashing a tempest of arctic winds that would freeze this image of destruction in place like a monument of war. The various pieces of his head would fall to the ground and shatter with a haunting cacophony of broken ice.

As June looked up at the results of her actions, she could swear there was a little red upon the edges of her vision... though, perhaps that was just another side effect of the power she'd gained a long time ago. She was already filled with a darkness that would break most people down bitterly.

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Tue Dec 22, 2015 11:04 am

The Undertaker's feet pressed into the ground, a smile on his face. His words had seemed to hold some effect, and now he was going to act. While she took two pot shots at him, his body smoothly moved, Chaos Warp executing around him as he breezed to the right, his feet pushing into the ground as he leaned back. The bullets raced past his chest, obliterating the front of his cloak and revealing his toned abdomen, which now held a dark red gash from where the bullet had nearly broken the skin. It smarted, to be sure, but it was not something that would stop the Undertaker, so he continued to race forwards.

He monitored her body, using his own highly tuned battle instincts. Having formerly been a Grim Reaper of sorts, he felt more than comfortable in this life or death situation. His eyes caught the ascent of the weapon, tucking the fact back into his mind, the scythe rapidly approaching her as she reached for something in her pocket. Is it worth it? I think it might be…! The Undertaker mused to himself as he watched her load her new weapon, before a loud crack shot through the air around them.

The male watched the shot go into the ground, his eyes in two places at once as he disregarded its importance for a moment, recapturing his gaze into her hands as they reacquired her weapon, the scythes of wind racing towards her as she steppd smoothly out of the way of the attacks.

Seeing her reappear, his watched her looking at the ground. Something's wrong! His instincts screamed, as his body came to a dramatic stop, his head tilting back as he felt the cool wire tracing along his neck like the scythe of Death itself. ...Clever… clever, clever, clever…! He thought to himself, the only thoughts he would be able to have as the wire pulled itself taut… and dug into his skin.

It crushed in, destroying muscles and even beginning to crack his neck bone. However, for some reason, it seemed… unable to break the skin. ...Doctor…! The male thought to himself as his hands dropped the scythe, two fingers flicking towards his body as blades of wind shot out, a great torrent of air pressure like thousands of knives running along the lengths of the wire as it eventually split, a spurt of blood emerging from his mouth as the pot shots raced towards him, his hands physically coming out as his eyes barely caught their image, the bones of his hands catching them…

Before an audible break could be heard. In his hands, several bones shattered, the muscles spasming as his nerves exploded. Then, the object in the ground exploded, and the Undertaker felt his entire body becoming cold.. Colder… colder… Well that's…. The silence of death… isn't it…? He mused to himself, a smile appearing on his lips as his hands repulsed the bullets, the frost covering around his body completely, leaving him standing there like a statue…

"...Surprise!"

That single word left the mouth of the man as a hand reached upwards, grabbing onto June's leg. Meanwhile, the scythe he had discarded an instant before.. Was racing towards her. The doubling over nature of the blade was moving such that if she did not stop it, it would slam directly into her shoulder, likely tearing into even some of her vital organs with the force it had acquired.

In the ice, the layer of skin that had been left behind began to crumble, before finally the entirety of the frozen form hit the ground, revealing that it was hollow beneath the skin. "Skin shedding, how fun, how fun…" The male laughed aloud, his grip on her foot like iron as his other hand reached up into the sky as he slid out of the ground, catching the rod of his scythe. "You're a slippery little girl…" With those words, he released her… but not before a line of energy very similar to the one that she had used on him would be left behind.

"Spiritual Stiches… also fun…!" He would chuckle… as around her foot the stitches would race, binding her and making it much, much more difficult to move with that leg as it attempted to wrap completely around, the Undertaker spinning the scythe in his slightly broken hand, looking down to it as he tilted his head. "Really, you're quite skilled… why do you fight against me, hmm?" He asked her, that smile still upon his lips…

As behind her… the coffins had emerged completely out of the ground… and the doors began to crack, and fall to the ground…

Around the area… a shadow began to emerge. One of the coffins was being removed by black tendrils, poking outwards as it removed the door. A faceless man seemed to appear from them, the darkness that he was exhibiting flowing and pouring outwards as the tendrils it carried began to explode outwards, lifting it into the sky as he beheld the area below it. It wore a black suit, unlike the being in the other coffin.

Slowly, the orange haired male opened his eyes, the black rods that were stuck in his nose and ears a marked feature. The Rinnegan was possessed in its eyes, the usual black marks apparent as it stepped out of its home. The two new figures that had appeared seemed completely unperturbed by what was going on, even as the Undertaker began to giggle, his hand covering his mouth, the broken fingers grotesque along his lips.

"May I introduce you? Slenderman and… Deva, will be joining our little game!" He told them with a laugh. As he spoke, the orange haired male vanished with a kind of booming noise, before appearing in front of the Quincy, its hand moving outwards as a wave of pure force smashed into her, attempting to repulse her and knock her off of her feet. Quickly following that, his hands wrapped around a black spear, pulling it m out of his cloak as he stabbed it forwards, his other hand making a pulling motion as the force from before would pull on her body, thrusting her rapidly towards the oncoming pike…

Meanwhile, Slenderman was standing over the boy, its faceless mask looking down as the tendrils that it maintained began to race forwards. The demonic whips smashed around his body, attempting to crush him, a single one racing out as it attempted to bury itself into his shoulder. Meanwhile, the darkness continued to become more intense around the male, as strange shadow like beasts began to rise from their mists…

And all the while, the Undertaker beheld the chaos, a small smile on his face. No, they were nowhere near as strong as the originals while he was controlling them. However… he would wait for them to overcome these obstacles before jumping in again, simply enjoying the show as his hands continued to hurt, the pain in his throat causing him quite a lot of discomfort as he tried to his best to remain composed. ...I should not have allowed myself to take that particular bit of damage… but still, Doctor…? What is this all over your body…? What is it made out of…?

Wed Dec 23, 2015 10:07 pm

Kenta knew that he needed to be prepared for whatever this guy threw at him and the Quincy, "I'll have to get her name later," he watched their battle, analyzed it, trying to find any weakness in the Ziamichi, but for now he couldn't find one, hell he could barely keep up with the fight he was even watching. Then the coffins finally made their way to the surface, and cracked open, "If we're going to survive this, we'll have to give this battle everything we got!" Kenta hadn't heard this much determination from his Zanpakutō in years, "I'm not planning on dying," he raised his Zanpakutō straight in front of himself, "You better not!"

Kenta placed his palm on the blade of his sword and said a phrase he hadn't uttered since his banishment, "Release your Fragrance, Eregantou~Idōmēkā!" a significant burst of power erupted from where the Vizard stood, soon revealing a Hachiwara in place of the Wakizashi, but just as long. "We got company," Kenta spoke out loud to himself and his spirits as the faceless demon came to challenge him. The initial strikes from this towering pale figure caught the Reaper off guard, with it striking not only him, but the ground, cutting off Kenta's vision.

Now the exile was dodging to the best of his ability away from the whips that originated from the pale giant, with it scoring several hits on Kenta, "If I'm your top priority, how about you get some more of me!" Kenta stabbed into the air above him. seemingly stabbing into reality itself before removing his blade. The hole then starts to glow a pulsing black as four pulses of spiritual energy shot out and soon formed to become four identical clones of the Vizard. Soon, there were five Kenta's fighting against Slenderman, with the original leading the assault, slashing at Slenderman with precise hits where his clones gave him an opening.

"Kenta! The guns! Let's see what they can do," agreeing with her Kenta planted his feet upon Slenderman's chest, then pushed off as hard as he could. As he flew through the air, the former Lieutenant back flipped in mid-air while pulling out one of the pistol, he pointed the gun at Slenderman and pulled the trigger, "Hadō #31. Shakkahō!"

Sat Dec 26, 2015 1:00 am

AGENT OF CHAOS

June let out a chilled breath as the subarctic temperatures struck her from such a distance, just residue from the initial flash freeze. She kept her whirling green eyes on the white mist that took up the center of the dome now, watching the vapor thin to reveal a marble white effigy of the Ziamichi, with icicles spiking out away from the origin of the explosion. Some the pieces chipped and fell down to the ground, but otherwise the victim was frozen utterly solid. June allowed herself a small emotion of pride in her skills, seeing as her battle tempo was seemingly able to outpace the madman before her. Though it was not that which worried her in the first place, it was the...

The thought would not be able to finish itself; about the same moment that June was able to recognize the snake still had his head, she felt the pressure of his hand clamping onto her ankle. Her reaction to the surprise was no less than a knee-jerk, suddenly pulling and then realizing his grip would not be shaken off so easily. That's when the scythe blasted off, singing eerily as it sliced through the wind as easily as it would slice through her body. Her training would finally kick in and she would regain control of her state of mind. She had been surprised but she would not allow that to cost her life. She channeled her inner darkness down through her leg, willing it to become like shadow. Her flesh would blacken and become only as substantial as smoke so that she may pull it away.

At the same time, she would induce the heat release of one of her guns through the banner on her right arm, disarming the weapon and allowing it to cool down. These spirit weapons were deadly efficient, but such efficiency forced them into certain restrictions. In order to keep using them, she had to allow the built-up heat out or risk harming herself in a backfire. She pulled the exhaust from the weapon into her arm, and then through the strange banners that hung from her biceps. As she allowed the weapon system to cycle, she would disperse the form of the gun in her right hand to free her fingers of occupation.

Now open-handed, she thrust her palm out toward the scythe and began to crook and extend her fingers peculiarly, as though pulling the strings of a puppet. When they finally settled, the scythe that had been hurled at her would suddenly be caught at a dead-stop in mid-air. Slight linear glimmers shone inwards and outwards, centered on the angled weapon and connected to all different points on the inner wall of the dome they were in. These momentary glints indicated the presence of incredibly subtle wires made of spiritual energy, as the snake had finally figured out. The scythe seemed to strain against them, but their physicality was able to overpower the non-physical force that was being used to move it, for now.

It is important to note that both of these things occurred in no longer of a time than it took for one to pronounce the word 'darkness,' before she was already noting her surroundings and acting on her next intentions. The female soldier was proving herself very capable of managing intense situations like this—naturally—as though she'd often experienced them throughout the extent of her life. It was difficult to tell if it was the result of rigorous training or veterancy. But while others were figuring that out, June was tackling the next obstacle presented.

There was a presence behind her; a powerful presence. Her body was already turning as she retreated from the reach of the disembodied hand she'd escaped from moments ago. She found two nondescript caskets present, one empty, one presumably holding this powerful individual within, who was allied against her. Her right hand twitched and contorted once again, repositioning her spiritual strings. As the doors to the container began to open, June would whip her arm across her chest and it would slam back shut as the result of an invisible force. A silvery shimmer spiraled upward around the coffin, showing a web of wires keeping the problematic individual locked within its personal tomb.

June still had one gun active, and that one was used to fire a blast at the casket. Surprisingly, this time the projectile that left the barrel of the magnum was colored a deep blue. When it hit, it did not pierce nor destroy; rather, a shockwave of cerulean energy expanded outward from it to encompass the container. If the snake was witnessing this event, he would notice how thickly the area would become with energy, as his connection with the one inside was cut off. He did not answer his call and he could not act on his own: He had been split from the timeline temporarily—as if phased out of the passing moments—until the blue light faded.

She would turn her attention back towards the main foe again, so fast that the entire movement seemed like a pirouette. There, where the hand had first grasped her leg, now stood the full, solid form of the Ziamichi. Where she expected him to be frozen in place there now only was a shell of his former self. Still, he was in a peculiar position now, as his conjured ally lie frozen in time and his scythe was suspended out of reach of where he was now, for June had neutralized the both of these subjects swiftly and efficiently, allowing her opponent's planning to fall apart.

The man spoke believing this was his game to create and play out. Well, June had another proposition: Her eyes expelled a pulse of green energy as she locked her focus onto the Ziamichi's chest. He would not need to look down to feel the change—his skin had been stained with with the girl's darkness, displaying a black mark formed of crosshairs and a circle. Where this black ink imprinted upon him, was now vital to him. It represented his life force, and he would definitely feel how the simple mark seemed to connect itself to every vital, every essentiality for him to live. If this mark were to suddenly be removed or damaged...

Well, the game was to find out. The girl took no time at all to aim the barrel of her gun at the crosshairs and pull the trigger, attempting to light his torso up with her Quincy energy. It would spike straight through the center of him to ignite the Death Mark if nothing stopped her.

Wed Jan 06, 2016 10:27 am

So she can become shadow, hmm…? The Undertaker thought to himself, watching her fade from his grip. Then there is this setting… is she partially darkness itself, I wonder…? He thought to himself, before seeing the puppet like movements of her arm as she caught his scythe in the peculiar wires. Now, it would have been easy enough for the Undertaker to explode the dust energy the scythe was imbued with to cleave straight through the obstacle, but he allowed for this to occur, not wanting to give away that property of his weapon quite yet. After all, it could prove to be rather important for this combat at a later point…

So, he merely reached for his weapon, an intense force causing the scythe to tremble and coerce as the force grew formidable, finally breaking out from their bonds as it returned to its master, his fingers coiling around it before wind energy ripped outwards, sliding along the weapon's length as it rapidly slashed and ripped at the remains of the lines, freeing his weapon as he began to spin it around. His eyes caught each of the lines set up in the immediate vicinity and removed them as a result. ...She is extremely skillful… Even if she lacks raw power… that skill must be admired… it's a bit of a shame, shishishi… The Undertaker thought to himself, seeing the lines binding around the casket.

"...Shishi… please tell me that at least took a substantial amount of energy to perform." He giggled to her as he watched her action, casually spinning the scythe in his right hand as he watched his 'bishop' be removed from the chessboard. That left only the black queen before him, in all of her terrible beauty. Am I white then? Am I the King? Am I the Queen? Is the Doctor the King? I don't know, I don't know… The whispers of gentle madness spun through his mind, seeing her attention returning to him once more.

"My scythe isn't a plaything, you know. It's my Seishin Buki. No simple lines of spirit that use anything less than the passion of your soul will hold it back from my fingers…" He told her, as the black-nailed digits slid along its length, his hair blown back by the sudden approach of energy as the green color emerged from her eye, revealing his own sparkling blue for an instant before his body bore a new mark upon it.

Reaching out his right hand, he gently sighed, the extremely damaged digits impacting her attack as the muscles in his arm tightened, pushing the entirety of her attack to the side as his index and middle fingers fell off, throwing away the attack as the broken hand gently smoked. "You make things so easy for me. I'm now Achilles. You've made it very obvious where each of your attacks is going to go. Why would you do something like that? Seems a bit odd for someone so effective otherwise." His words echoed to her, showing a bit of puzzlement or… disappointment for the first time.

Twirling the weapon around in his hands, his eyes slowly closed, before opening again as he smiled at her. "So all I have to do is distract you enough that you can't even think about shooting that mark with any accuracy… but that's what you're designed to do, isn't it…? Your focus is astounding…" The male giggled, before his aura changed. His focus changed. Everything about him changed. Where before he was casual, enjoying the fight like taking a walk through the park... now things were serious, as if his heart had just gone through an amazing roller coaster ride. And that roller coaster ride was beginning right now...

Reappearing next to her, his right foot flashed outwards, smashing with a speed that caused small tendrils of flame to appear around his leg. Moving with that same speed, his right hand shot outwards, the three remaining fingers creating a vice grip as they attempted to snap around her right arm, the left hand smashing outwards as bent the hand back, his palm soaring upwards as he attempted to smash it directly into her jaw.

If she turns her eyes into that shadowy substance.. I'm utterly boned, aren't I? He thought to himself, the hand flashing down again from her chin as he smashed the marked part of his body into her torso, crashing his arm into her shoulder as he released the full breadth of his force… and likely causing for her arm to break.

But he was aware that such a thing wouldn't matter to this woman. No, the only way to truly stop her would be to tear her apart limb from limb. Danger…? Am I in danger…? The man wondered, his giggling the only thing that could be heard as his body continued to move at this insane pace, his right hand smashing into her side hard enough to likely break several of her ribs as his left hand then shot forwards, stabbing into her belly. All the while, that mark on his chest showed, though it was extraordinarily close to her, so close that her arms would have to bend completely backwards in order to obtain the necessary angle with the length of her weapons. The Undertaker had instantaneously worked out the angles of such an assault… and if she attempted such a thing, he would smash his hands forwards with such speed that she would not even be able to pull the trigger before using the straightness of her own limbs to shatter them.

All the while, something peculiar would emerge. That would be… the Undertaker's blood, circling and cycling as it danced through the air along with his movements. Splatter, splat. The red vitae of the man spread all about, revealing each of the wires around the combat area through which his body danced. With his final blow, his entire body then… burst into flames.

These flames warped around him, layering just outside the surface of his body, but they would fall onto the Quincy from the close proximity, burning at her as they changed from red to yellow to… blue. Blue flames with intensity so great that they would incinerate mortal bone fell upon her, covering the entire front of her body before the Undertaker pushed the waves outwards, attempting to cover her entirely in the inferno. The primary purpose of this attack was nothing more than to incinerate those tools which she had used thus far, or at worst remove the ability for her to store them on her person. Following this…

His body vanished. Completely. There was one tiny exception, as there must be. A tiny, miniature connection. That connection was the tiniest form of energy being transferred from his own body to his Ziamichi spirit. His own body could no longer be sensed using any of the five, and the sixth would only find that one point if it scrounged intensely. Standing high in the air, His eyes looked down at the Quincy, beholding her as he gently rubbed his chin.. As Madness Wavelength began to reverberate harder and harder around his body, reaching out for the both of them as it would likely begin to have a noticable effect.

...Such a shame that we must fight.. Though I wonder… does this not excite you…? What is it that gives you passion through that darkness…? What is it…? His voice questioned the Quincy through that wavelength, before at last his body reemerged in the sky.

"...Come and kill me. I want to see how you will try to next, shishishishis…" Those were the final words he gave the woman, standing high in the air, his heart racing with anticipation as he awaited her next assault… yes, it was a game… and while he may not truly be in control of it… as a player, he would be enjoying it for far more than it was intended to be worth…

Meanwhile...

The Slenderman's whips rained down on the Vizard, the lashes and slashes ripping otuwards as his body dodged and blinked away from his strikes. As more of the blows made contact and blood began to be spilt upon the black and white landscape, the peculiar being's spine slowly began to bend, as if excited by this development.

However, its spine straightened once more as now there were five copies of the Vizard before it. Lowering itself down onto the ground, the tendrils that emerged from its back began to slowly split… as more tendrils emerged. Kenta's body approached him, one hand gesturing forwards as a wave of tendrils flowed in front of its body as a shield, crashing towards Kenta's arm and attacks in general. Through this deadly dance, a single blow emerged along the Slenderman's left shoulder, black blood exploding outwards in an ebony fountain.

Kenta then leveled his weapon against the monster, it's attention momentarily distracted from the wound as it was shoved back by the exile. Slenderman's body continued to fall back as Kenta's body sailed back through the air… before the trigger was pulled, causing a fiery burst to roar outwards, slamming into the monstrosity's torso as his entire body was pushed back, his limps splayed outwards from the power of the attack…

Out of the darkness around Kenta… tendrils would fire outwards. His copies were assaulted simultaneously, tendrils grabbing and ripping and pulling at their limbs while the same was true of Kenta, dozens of the tendrils lashing and grabbing at his wrists and ankles and throat… much more attention was given to the tendrils which attacked the main body, though no insignificant amount went to his copies.

The suit on the body of the Slenderman had largely been burned off, bubbling muck showing beneath it as the horror's body fell back forwards…. And as this occurred…. Its mask slowly began to split in half…. And more tendrils appeared, along with the mask itself beginning to warp into a sneer.

"KYEERRAAAHHHH….!" A half screech, half roar emanated outwards from the beast as the darkness intensified, likely making it difficult for Kenta to sense beyond a few feet from his body. Five tendrils slid from his back, before shooting outwards as they cascaded towards each of the Kenta's. Each of them were much faster than the tendrils that had been used previously, and they were able to change direction within a hair's breadth.

Their final targets were one and the same. Each of them was headed towards the heart of Kenta, though through each of the clones. Once they came into contact with his chest, they would attempt to spear through him… and if that failed, they would begin to flail back and forth, stabbing back into him with each repetition of their strikes. Out of Slenderman's body, two peculiar black shadows began to fall from his arms, dripping from the black blood that had been shed.

Slowly, these two shadowy forms became beast-like creatures, without eyes or faces. They had large backs, with short arms, the end of their arms ending in large claws. They each had four limbs, and were like a peculiar cross between a cheetah and a gorilla. As soon as they were born, they ran outwards into the darkness, seeking Kenta before leaping onto him from both sides, attempting to savage the Vizard and tear flesh and bone into shreds…

Mon Jan 11, 2016 4:12 pm

Struggling, that's all Kenta could do in his situation as tendrils wrapped and tightened around his wrists, ankles, and throat. All the while he heard the screams coming from his clones as they died as they were stretched to death. "Damn it! I can't fucking move!" Kenta strained and pulled at the tendrils desperately with little gain on his part.

"Fuck...I...I'm..gonna die here aren't I?" the question wasn't posed to anyone in particular. Kenta's Inner World was in turmoil as this event was going on, his Zanpakutō's pleas falling upon deaf ears as the exile's vision started to dim. The last few things that Kenta felt before everything went completely black was that it felt like he was falling, not a free fall, but a sort of gentle descent into an embrace from something.

The Vizard first thought that the person enveloping him could possibly be his wife, or his Zanpakutō, but he soon got his answer when he didn't feel any warmth from this person, but a coldness a coldness Kenta knew very well. "Time for me to get all out of this mess you put us in, idiot," the sinister voice of Xander rang out of the darkness, "This guy is stronger than anything we've faced, are you sure?" Kenta could feel Xander smirk, "I'll do a better job than you did," then everything went black.

*Back in the forest*

The body of the former Soul Reaper hang limp as a tendril rushed towards it faster than the previous tendrils, but was stopped from reaching its destination by a deathly white liquid that immediately hardened around the tendril, stopping it before it reached the heart. A visible sigh of condensation exited Kenta's mouth as he looked up, "Didn't expect that did you?" the mouth of the mask opened wide to charge a Cero as the beast like creatures charged. Xander chuckled as he released the crimson red Cero, possibly hitting the creatures and Slenderman, Xander couldn't see over the Cero, but right now he just felt ecstatic to finally be out in the physical world.

"What a wake-up call," Xander remarked as his Cero died out.

OOC: Took a while to get this out, sorry. Also, if I had to confirm the whole Xander taking over thing with you guys, then I'm sorry for that as well. If you want me to change my post, PM me and I will do so, I just took some inspiration from Ichigo's second fight with Byakuya while trying to figure out how not to let Kenta die.

Wed Feb 17, 2016 11:50 pm

AGENT OF CHAOS

The combatants danced about in the darkness still, with only the flashes of June's weapons giving light to the scene for a brief instance before slowly fading back into ebon. Each highlighted a moment of piece of strobed action that all could be connected into a rough representation of the fight going on. Yet, not to these two fighters, the Quincy and the Snake—their vision pierced the veil as if it were broad daylight, and neither wanted for illumination. No, these shadows were not for obscuring the arena; they were only a consequence of the dome that blacked out the sun and kept the interlopers at bay. Doubtless, outside this thin veil, the authorities of England amassed and attempted to break through from the outside, unsuccessfully so far. But how much longer could the barrier withstand this? Or how long until Mana herself arrived?

June's thoughts turned toward closing up this ordeal even as she fought. The weapons had been melded with him now; he had let his heart go into the darkness. While it would be a pleasantry to have this serpent put down in blood, she did not think there would be the time. She would begin the preparations to leave this place with the Vizard, no longer much paying attention to her foe. He would be able to see this for himself, as her eyes seemed hardly focused anymore, no longer honed on him but on some point hundreds of miles past him. Despite that, her reflexes would certainly not falter, keeping up with how radically fast he could introduce tricks and surprises. One did not simply catch such a battle-hardened individual as June off balance.

Still, she gave him credit for trying. His near-instant movement circumvented the matrix of Glimmervines that she'd erected in between him and her, allowing him to strike her in close range with impunity. There was a clear attempt to hold himself at such a close proximity that she couldn't snap her weapon into a position to blast him, though assuming she channeled her only attacks through her guns was a mistake of its own. It was a clever, yet poor, decision. Circuits of dim light surged across the surface of her skin, mirroring the blood vessels in her body. She'd activated Blut Vene, and it was like a shot of adrenaline. She ducked under his pronged strike with her burst of speed, bending her legs like a coil only to release them as she lurched forward against him.

The man would note the softness of the girl's body, as well as the difference in height. Perhaps then it would strike him that he was fighting someone who couldn't be out of her teens yet; probably still a highschooler if he were to guess. It was as if he could break her in half with one single strike—she was a fragile doll. June would wrap her arms tightly around the snake, and for a moment, it felt as if she was doing no more than hugging him. That moment quickly passed, however, replaced by a bone-crushing vice grip empowered by her incredible prowess with Blut. It was subsequently followed by the feeling of multiple spears as hot as white magma being driven into his torso, the most painful of which was the one that impaled his Death Mark.

June was the epitome of a rose, beautiful and soft at first, but stemmed with vicious thorns. She'd formed shards of hardlight across her body and extended them straight through the captured vermin. If the death mark was triggered here, the man would definitely be crippled as the resulting shockwaves tore through his body and shredded his soul. The Death Mark was more destructive the greater the power of the opponent, and June was not oblivious to who she was fighting. For a time, he would find himself winded, as his abilities failed to maintain themselves; a moment of weakness. For his weakness, June acquired an equal amount of strength; leeching power like a vampire.

Then, the glimmervines would finally catches up, latching around the two and tightening up the two like a package. The Quincy energy was vibrating intensely, cutting at the energy the Undertaker possessed while simultaneously the devestation caused by the activation of the death seal further destabilized his ability to form techniques. June's goal was to prevent him from escape, trapping him in place suspended by the Quincy wires, regardless of what techniques he possessed in his repertoire. As for June, however, the body stuck with the snake revealed itself to be nothing more than a blackened silhouette substituted in her place. The real June stood apart from the trap she set up, having moved there with her Shadowstalk. Her ability allowed her to move faster the darker it was, and it was near pitch black within this dome of hers.

''Excited?'' she scoffed, her voice monotonous and dull as she formed a metal tube from thin air in the palm of her hand. Her veins pulsed with electronic light once more as she crumpled the object into her fist, igniting the energy within. Lightning surged outwards from her hand down the wires connected to it, streaming towards Hebi as fast as its namesake. In one bright flash the man would be electrocuted with a lethal amount of voltage, just before she responded. ''I am excited. You just can't tell.'' She glanced over her shoulder at the now-smoking being hanging in the center of the dome, before turning her attention to the other enemy present.

June, alight with the power of Blut Arterie, now trained bother of her guns on the lovecraftian horror before her, who had her back turned to her. Blut not only strengthened the physical prowess of the Quincy, but the power of their holy power. When she pulled the trigger one her weapons, the creature would soon find his torso missing as two beams of light coursed straight through him, just missing Kenta by inches in the process so long as nobody moved. Immediately after these blasts, June's body would surge forward unseen within these shadows, appearing directly next to her prey with a Hardlight sword in hand. She was but a blur as she swung the brilliant weapon to and fro, creating arcs of shimmering luminence as she diced the upper half of the creature into bite-sized pieces, before using her other hand to punch into the conglomerate to smash it into pieces. Only then, would the light vanish from her vessels and her grasp.

''Boy, your time here is drawing to a close. You have the weapons, but now we have taken too long fooling around. Get a feel for your new power, but anything else can wait. You must leave soon...''

Tue Feb 23, 2016 12:21 pm

The great beast looked down at the one which I desired to make its prey, its head tilting back and forth as it examined the child. "…" The creature had no answer to the Vizard's question, but merely prepared its tendrils to spear him through.

Slenderman looked at his adversary, his being silent as always as the tendril that had been stopped, the faceless creature observing his beasts being blown away by the Cero. They managed to put a stop to the attack before it reached Slenderman, but that left the creature to stare at him. "…" Slowly, the creature's face began to split into two halves, a much more malevolent presence slowly overtaking the battlefield…

* * *

"Shishishsi… Are you trying to end things already…?' Undertaker asked of her, wondering if he detected an ever so subtle hint of haste within her actions. ...Hmm… The Doctor was silent within his own mind, deciding against telling Undertaker about the Blut Vene. He could make out the biometric changes that were affecting her, marking her as a Quincy.

As she moved forwards, however, the Undertaker himself saw an opening which he had been awaiting throughout the entire conflict. His arms threw the scythe of his high into the air, three blades sliding into his fingers as he rose them up into the air. Those blades slashed through her hair, cutting away strands as one slid back, slicing through his own fingers as blood coated around his hand… causing for the hair to stick to it in great clumps. "Grah…!" The man exclaimed, the blades sticking out of his body. Only one of the blades had been stopped, the man's right hand stabbed through, though the back part of the flesh had not been penetrated, creating a deep sense of dissatisfaction throughout Undertaker's body as the death mark felt the impact, but was not pierced.

"...Beautiful…" The Grim Reaper told her, his blood falling apart and around him as he slowly bent his head backwards, his hands gripping tightly at the space around him as the Quincy wires wrapped around his body, entrapping him just like that. "So much… blood loss…" He muttered, the bits of energy that he was permitted being devastated by the attacks. Undertaker was reminded of the Doctor's Spirit Shock, in a way.

"Shishishsishishishishishsihsishishi... AHAHAHAH AHA AHA HAHAH AHAAH!!!!' Even as he watched her pull out the bottle, Undertaker was laughing. He was laughing in a way that would possibly unsettle even June… As if he were not captured and entrapped. He thought for a moment, thought about breaking out of this… but… truly, he had gotten the only thing he wanted. To him, the guns were boring in comparison to the prize which he had obtained… "Shishishi… Sorry Doctor… and thank you…" He said, his right arm reaching up as it ripped through the wires, great gauges appearing as at last the limb stood before his mouth, opening wide as he dropped the clump of blood within, his tongue reaching out as he swallowed.

The arm fell away, moving through several of the wires as it split and severed away completely, a great pool of blood dropping from the side of his body as the male laughed, his body becoming electrocuted as the electricity ripped back and forth through him. Great spasms moved through him, combined with screams and roars, before a purple light began to slowly overtake his body, his head falling forwards limply, his flesh charred and burned…

* * *

The great creature roared as its torso was ripped straight through, turning back around, before seeing her approach in that manner. Return. That single command echoed in the beast's head… and those same shadows that June had travelled through became Slenderman's escape, his form vanishing in an instant. It became as if the creature had never been there… but it had merely moved over to the unconscious body that had been bound by the wires, away from the other two.

"Ah… you came back for me…? Good child…" The Undertaker's voice gently spoke, even while the rest of his body was completely unable to move. The Slenderman reached its hand forwards, a great darkness possessing its grip as it rip and tore away the wires, an otherworldly power compressing and crushing them as they were broken. Slenderman then slowly picked up the body, another tendril reaching out and picking up the scythe, the missing hole in its stomach not seeming as if it had bothered it very much. From there, it slowly began to fade back into the shadows, before a puff of smoke consumed both of their bodies, causing them to vanish completely…

The Doctor has attempted to leave the thread.

Thu Feb 25, 2016 3:40 pm

As soon as the Slenderman and the Ziamichi started to leave Xander broke free of the chains that were holding him and dashed at the both of them. Unfortunately for the Hollow, they both disappeared in a plume of smoke before he had a chance to do anything to them, "Goddamit!! FUCK!! Xander screamed in rage, using the power he had intended to use on the Slenderman on the environment instead. Xander created craters in the ground, destroyed trees, shot Ceros & Balas in random directions before he finally calmed down somewhat.

"My first time out in such a long time," Xander stared at the full moon that gave the surrounding area a ghastly glow, "And the enemy leaves," Xander sighed "What luck I have. Kenta gets all the fun," Then the Hollow noticed that the Quincy was still there, "She been there the whole time? Thought she'd leave by now." Standing up, Xander made his way over the the blond headed Quincy, close enough to talk, far enough to run away just incase she decided to kill him, "I'm sure you wanted to talk to the 'big boss'," Xander tapped on his head a couple of times for emphasis, "Sadly, he's a bit out of commission," cracks started to form on the Hollow Mask, "So, on his behalf I thank you," his tone saying that he didn't really want to thank her at all.

Pieces of the mask starting to fall Xander leaning back, "Might wanna catch him, Quincy," then the whole mask broke off, gone were the black eyes and yellow pupils as they were replaced with familiar red eyes before they closed and the Soul Reaper's body started falling to the ground.