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Post by Davis & Azazel on Aug 18, 2018 2:11:37 GMT -6
Davis started at the open expanse, finally realising the day it was. It was like… Just something he knew. He was 31 years old… In Hell, for his birthday. Welp, worst birthday for him ever he thought, pursuing lips together. All he had to celebrate with was the demon and that was a fuck no from him. He’d probably make everything worse.
… He did see Kari at one point and that was really the only true person he could even think about celebrating with. A vision flashed into his head of him looking up at Kari, full or terror and pure horror as his life became forfeit… No That wasn’t Kari, that wasn’t the Kari that had a strong dislikement for him.
Sighing, he began to walk, looking for the pink demon. “... K… KARIIIIIIIII? HELLOOOOOOOO?” he yelled into the empty expanse, feeling… Alone. He really and truthfully was alone… No, he wasn’t. He knew there were others and whether they moved on and came back… His blood turned cold as the thought of them getting revived and him staying here, now alone- no.
He went on, looking for anyone.
PL: 39k
Transformations active: None
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Post by Cobane Sythus on Sept 2, 2018 21:05:56 GMT -6
Happy Birthday to You! Cobane Sythus 24,638 PL - Wild Spirit (x4) - 98,552 PL
After being lazy for about 3 months, Cobane decided it was time to stop hiding the truth about his identity. He was a fighter. He was forced into that life, but he couldn’t let his power go to waste, so it was time to seek the proper guidance. As the boy ran across the red wasteland, he passed by many souls mingling and chatting as if nothing was wrong with their reality, which was understandable, considering hell turned out much nicer than expected.
Leaving a dust cloud behind him, the ex-assassin came across a man in tank top, also looking lost to his existence. Maybe he was freshly dropped into this landscape. His power was significant, so he wasn’t just someone who died of old age. No, this man wasn’t just any old fighter. This was Davis, the politician that cut off that deer’s arm and assisted the evil goat up until they turned on each other. It almost seemed poetic to see the man here, especially about all the jokes of politics.
Skidding to a stop, Cobane kicked up a cloud of dust, his scales and claws alike extending as his anger grew quickly with the transformation. “You there! Fight me!” The boy said, whipping out his pistol and firing it at the mains head with perfect accuracy. If this boy was as strong as he was detecting, then it would bounce off or be easily dodged. To follow up the bullet, Cobane would kick the dirt up again, creating a cloud cover as he vanished, reappearing behind the man with a knife drawn, waiting for his advances.
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Post by Davis & Azazel on Sept 3, 2018 7:26:36 GMT -6
Davis looked on, confused as to why he couldn't find Kari. Perhaps she was gone, just reincarnated or maybe she was brought back to life with the dragon ball liked he heard about from Diana. “Tch, a hell here, that’s for sure…” he muttered rubbing his head, as Azazel lazily slept. “Oi, Azazel. What should we do… Train? Keep looking? Need something to do so I don’t die of boredom. Die again I mean.”
“Hm, you got a man, on your 3 o’ clock. He-... Oh, he wants to fight? Let’s give him hell.” Davis sighed as the Demon spoke aloud. “Sir, please. I wish to just celebrate my birthday, can you let me do it in peace-?” the businessman started before his morphed into the black claw, letting Mayko Energy flow through him as grabbed out the shot out of the air, watching him, still half transformed. His wing grew out of his body and stretched outward, while a horn grew out of his head and a tail darted around. His power did not change but he watched the man, curiously.
Flicking the bullet, it disappeared and he made it reappear 3 inches from Cobane’s eye, going to pierce it if he did nothing. A trident melted out of the ground and floated around him, ready. He was half transformed, the demon in his shadow and watching Cobane with a look of glee.
“I simply want to have my birthday… Let me do it, or I will make sure to rip you limb from limb,” he said in a dangerously calm tone, looking him over and sensing the man’s strength. Above his, but not impossible fight, and he felt like he could take this man. If Azazel didn’t start helping him, he felt like he had this.
“Hey Azazel, what is he, race-wise?” he asked, not letting his eyes leave him. “Ehhhhh… I mean, I could tell ya, but where’s the fun in that. Besides, he's a strange one… He’s not fully Doragon… HEY, DORAGON?! WHAT OTHER PART ARE YOU!? HUH?” Azazel would carelessly scream out, making Davis roll his eyes.
PL: Unchanged, 39,994
Trans: Nothing
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Post by Cobane Sythus on Sept 4, 2018 21:08:34 GMT -6
Happy Birthday to You! Cobane Sythus 24,638 PL - Wild Spirit (x4) - 98,552 PL
One of the few things Cobane expected was location manipulation. The bullet disappeared from the sky and reappeared in front of the ex assassin. The boy simply closed his eye and let the small piece of metal fall off his body and onto the ground. Bullets really stopped working at 1 thousand power, so it would have no effect on the iron skinned warrior. Cobane twirled the knife in his hand and wielded it back handed, his spare hand left underneath it for countering.
Cobane looked Davis dead in the eye during the man’s transformation, glaring him down as a demonic form overcame the man, or at least, half of him. “Your birthday, huh?” Seeing as Azazel seemed uninterested in fighting back, Cobane decided to make the first move. “Funny that you say that, especially considering the fact that time doesn’t move in hell. We’re constantly living and we don’t know what day it is.” Stretching his arm back, the Doragon balled his hand into a fist and began to channel ice through it. First, it began as just a layer of frost on the arm, but it started to grow rapidly into chunks of ice. “So do tell me how you’re keeping tracks, because the ogres won’t tell me.”
After a few seconds, the arm was covered in ice, making it weighty. If it weren’t for Cobane’s immense strength, he wouldn’t be able to wield so a powerful magic weapon. Davis’ demon companion called out to Cobane, asking his race, which the boy just smirked to. “What are you talking about? I’m a full blood doragon!” And with that, the ground below Cobane crushed from beneath him as he shot forward, the fist of ice shooting for Davis before, suddenly, vanishing. Cobane quickly appeared to the left of Davis, about to strike before he disappeared once more, appear now to his right. This pattern continued for a while, disappearing and reappearing above, in front of or around Davis, all ending with a hammer fist aimed for the half demon’s body. If it failed, it would most certainly leave a crater where the demon once stood.
Cobane hopped back from his results and panted, grabbing his chest with his spare hand. His lungs weren’t a big fan of the strenuous speed, especially when he consumed his ki in making his attack possible. “Heh, gotcha…” Or so he thought. Cobane smirked with an eye closed, waiting for the dust to settle. “You better not be down, I still wanna duel you!” The ex assassin smirked, focusing his ki sensing to figure out whether or not Davis moved or not from the attack.
OOC: youch
[MP3] Blizzard Barrage Used! Aimed at Davis for 98,552 PL! |
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Post by Davis & Azazel on Sept 18, 2018 5:48:15 GMT -6
“Fine, I’ll tell you how I do that… Azazel here. He helps me keep track, can watch the mortal plane… Since the line between life and death is thin in some place, I’m assuming that he uses that to see what’s going on… That right?” he asks his ‘partner’ for clarification and the Demon shrugs. “Close enough.” “Sweet. So, since I let you know, can you leave me alone?”
“... Eh? Your not? Huh. Eyes aren’t what they used to be. Eh, I don’t care… But I guess I’ll help out you Davis, seems like you’ll need it.” Azazel said, cracking his non-existent knuckles. Davis eyed the ice and sighed, the rest of his body filled with Demonic energy, completing the transformation, both his bat wings stretching outward completely as he grunted in annoyance. This was gonna be Hell, wasn’t really used to this from, hopefully, Azazel’s time as him and him watching the Demon would help the man remember how to use this more so as well as the times he’s used it, which were few and far in between.
Davis simply closed his eyes and sensed his energy and Azazel watch and yelled, “Above.” And Davis’s hand shot up, and Davis said, “Black Hole.” In his hand, pouring Azazel’s black magic, ki, and his own magic and made his Artificial Black Hole, it combating the ice fist with his proto-black hole. The two combating them, and nullifying the attack, in a flash of light and a light dust blowing up.
The dust faded and he simply stood there, arm raised, not a centimetre moved. “Hm, first time I’ve been able to make that for an attack… Maybe you can help me test out me using my Black Hole, though it’s artificially made. I’ve come close to using a Black Hole for my attacks, sadly failing for a bit.”
Davis admitted, breathing heavy for a minute, shifting into battle stance and staring at the Alien. There was no crater, the attack he used seemed to absorb the entire impact. Taking off, he snapped his finger and a Trident materialized beside Cobain and attempt to simply wrap around his arm. He’d then point down and if it successfully wrapped around, it’d then attempt to pull him down toward the ground, ends of the trident piercing the ground as he would unleash a flurry of blows.
If that failed, he’d try a dropkick, and if dodged, hand shooting to grab at the ground, and firmly grasping it to spin and deliver a kick before twisting his body, and landing a few feet away, back in his combat stance.
PL:78,998
Trans: Mayko Influence
KP 4/7
Used [MP3] Artificial Black Hole to combat and fizzle Cobane's attack! No Damage taken! |
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