|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2020 16:20:13 GMT -6
Being dead wasn't all that bad. It offered a freedom he never had when he was alive. He could go where he wanted, do what he wanted. The world as a whole was all his to burn. The Great Fissure was aptly named—a disgusting scar marring the face of the Earth. Tall canyons formed towering walls on either side. A dry, dusty wind whistled through the eaves, sweeping pebbles along between dry bushels of pale sagebrush. Desert lizards crept in the shadows of aging cacti, eager to both avoid and take shelter amidst the pointed needles and hide from nocturnal predators. Only one predator stalked the fissure this night. Rage. A white hot flame flickered inside of him. This place was void of life. Dark, empty, and cold. This world could be a cruel and unforgiving place. The strong trod upon the weak, and the feeble simply wasted away. It could not remain this way. He wouldn't let it. Before the end, all things would burn. "Yeah..." Blue flames rose in his wake, leaving flaming footprints in the sand as he walked. A broken grin stretched his stitched-up smile. "Maybe I'll just... burn it all."
Starting PL: 45,000 [Haunting] | Equipped: N/A
LAIKA OF THQ
|
|
|
|
Post by Derrick Ottoy on Sept 20, 2020 20:58:16 GMT -6
Thread PL: 28,050 | Items: None
It was about time that Derry took a break. Apparently, the break back at Central wasn't enough, at least according to John. However, taking a bit of a hike and relaxing wasn't exactly the only thing Derry was tasked with. Recently, there have been rumors that the Renegades have been increasing their influence in both North and West City. At this point, however, both cities have been fully secured, with the majority of Renegade forces flushed out of North and almost no Renegade presence in West City in the first place. That's where Derry's mission comes in. The boss wants Derry to take a break for a bit and relax, but to also make way to South City. There haven't been any rumors regarding South City, but John's always had the idea of expanding their influence on South City once the Dirty Snakes controlled all of West City's criminal underworld.
As for where Derry would take his little vacation, well the desert was a natural choice. Sure, it was rather hot, with the sun constantly beating down on any who stood underneath it, but Derry planned on going at night. He's handled worse heat after all, considering his abilities, but he would rather hang around in the cold since he could always heat himself up. What was rather appealing, however, was how quiet it was. Derry was constantly hanging around cities, with people constantly chatting with each other, pets loudly barking at each other, and construction 24/7, so it would be a nice change of pace. There was also one place that Derry especially wanted to check out: The Great Fissure. It apparently spanned an entire mile, and has been rumored to be cursed and pulsing with some dark, evil power. Derry didn't completely believe the story, but then again, aliens, androids and demons are usually running around all over the place, so it wouldn't be too out of the ordinary.
After a couple minutes of flying around, Derry finally came across the Great Fissure, and it was quite a sight to behold despite the darkness. From up in the sky, it certainly appeared to be about a mile long and it was truly a sight to behold, but Derry wanted to also get a closer look. Perhaps he could bring back a souvenir for Lucas back at the hideout, maybe a pretty cool rock or something. Upon landing, some of the local wildlife, what little there was, immediately retreated back into the sand and took refuge. The cold air chilled Derry and the surrounding environment is almost completely silent. It was perfect. Derry picked up some dead vegetation off of the ground, started a fire using his own flames, laid on his back, and began to doze off. The heat radiating from the fire felt so relaxing despite practically being right next to Derry, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't take a nap. It felt like something wasn't quite right. Derry got back up from his spot in the ground and looked towards the Great Fissure. He felt... something originating from that giant chasm. Should he just get the souvenir? Was that it?
Upon reaching the top of the hill, Derry gazed upon the chasm and discovered a rather interesting sight. From where he was standing, Derry spotted some sort of humanoid walking nearby the Great Fissure, but more importantly was leaving behind footprints alight with blue flame. Another being who could manipulate flames? Derry had to see this for himself, but he wasn't exactly sure of the danger of this situation. He doesn't know this person. Hell, he doesn't even know what he was. All he could tell from that distance was that he was at least humanoid. Derry wasn't even sure if he was aggressive or not, so he decided that the best course of action would probably be to attract its attention from a distance. Derry began to slide down from the sand hill, and called out to the mysterious stranger at the chasm, shouting, "Hello?! What are you doing out here at this time of night?!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2020 7:24:38 GMT -6
Burn it. Burn it all. The fires of vengeance consumed his soul. Azure flames licked at the edges of his form, and for a brief moment as a strange voice reached his ears, Korr's corporeal form flickered. Any lapse in his concentration would cause him lose his form in his world. No distractions—he had to burn, and burn he would. Korr turned, spying the man who slid down the sandy slopes drawing near the bottom of the Great Fissure. His rage-addled mind could not notate the difference between this man and Crow, his former bandit leader. What did Crow look like? Like this man? Was this Crow—the bastard that murdered him all those years ago? The stranger questioned him, wondering what Korr was doing out in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night. His pink hair was slicked back, eyes hidden by a cool pair of sunglasses. He dressed sharp as a tack, giving off a definitive criminal vibe or some other slick salesman. Korr noted none of this. His mind superimposed the vision of Crow over this man, and as a result, his rage began to build once again. "Crrooowww... Crrrroooooowwwwwww...." Flames burst from his form, enveloping him in a swirling blue funnel of searing fire. Anger seethed in his eyes, glowing as bright and blue as the flames. "Crrrrrrrrrroooooowwwwwww!" Korr charged at the man!
Starting PL: 45,000 [Haunting] | Equipped: N/A
LAIKA OF THQ
|
|
|
|
Post by Derrick Ottoy on Sept 21, 2020 9:35:31 GMT -6
Now that he's gotten a bit closer, Derry was able to further analyze exactly what he was dealing with. The stranger appeared to be a bit... blurred? Derry couldn't describe what exactly was happening. Even after taking off his sunglasses in order to get a better view, the man was still slightly blurry to him. The attire the stranger was wearing seemed normal to him: A whole bunch of dark clothing and even some piercings on his face. However, Derry also noticed the strange patches of skin on the stranger, which he deduced to be severe burn marks and a whole bunch of stitches covering said skin. He appears to be human, yet something seemed very off about him. Perhaps it had something to do with those flames that were trailing the stranger. Maybe it was the burnt patches of skin the man possessed. No, it wasn't either of those. Derry possesses fire of his own and he's seen his fair share of burn victims, from his own power or from the other Dirty Snakes. In actuality, it was the eyes of the stranger that caught his attention the most. Those blue eyes were almost completely void of life, and yet filled with the soul of a man driven to the brink of insanity. One thing was absolutely clear; this was no ordinary human.
Then the stranger spoke to Derry. At first, Derry was confused on what he meant when he said crow. Crow? There certainly ain't any of those flying around, especially during the night in the middle of a desert. But then the stranger muttered that same word again. Was this stranger referring to a person, someone called Crow? "Crow? Who the hell are you-" Derry questioned before realizing that now was probably not the time to be asking questions. The stranger yelled out from the top of lungs that same word for the third time and he began sprinting right towards Derry. Blue flames were now visible on the man's body, fueled by some unknown source, and his eyes... his eyes were filled with anger and hatred as it brightly glowed as blue as his flames. Derry guesses there wasn't any way of talking the stranger out of this situation. The best course of action at this point was to now prepare for the incoming assault. Derry plants his feet firmly into the sand and holds his arms and hands out in front, prepared to intercept whatever comes after him. "Alright, buddy," Derry announced to the stranger, "don't blame me for whatever happens next. You'll only have yourself to blame."
Derry wasn't exactly sure about the strength of the individual that he's fighting, so just to be safe, he'll have to heat things up. In an instant, Derry's normally brown eyes are now filled with pink flames, and he begins to bulk up a little bit. Now that he was fully prepared, Derry must now anticipate what the stranger will do now.
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2020 11:07:34 GMT -6
It hurt. The madder he got, the hotter the flames—they seared his material form something fierce which in turn only fanned his rage. They left him. Left him to burn. Left him to burn as if he were nothing but trash. All because they thought he was 'weak'. He'd show them—he'd show all of them. He wasn't weak anymore. Now he was strong! Blue sparks flared up in his steps as he charged across the sand toward the poor, unfortunate man. The man seemed quickly to access the situation, taking on a fighting stance as pink flames lit up his eyes. Flames? Crow never controlled flames of his own. A coherent thought struggled to penetrate the enraged specter's mind: some rationality that perhaps this man was not the vengeance Korr sought. But his mind was too far gone, too filled with seething anger—too filled with white hot flames. Burn. Burn it all! A raspy roar ripped from the ghost's throat as he leaped high into the air, soaring overhead in an arc as he neared his newfound enemy. "Crow! You bastard! You left me to burn—now I'll burn you!" Azure flames swirled and flickered around his right hand as Korr thrust his palm downward, sending an eruption of flames surging toward the man!
Korr uses Spectral Flame [A1], dealing 14,850 PL dmg! Starting PL: 45,000 [Haunting] | Equipped: N/A | 2/3 KPDamage Taken: 0/200% [x of 90,000]
LAIKA OF THQ
|
|
|
|
Post by Derrick Ottoy on Sept 21, 2020 12:27:39 GMT -6
It's as Derry feared: This stranger can manipulate fire as well. The ghastly man jumped up high into the sky and fires a constant stream of blue flame directly towards Derry. Derry never really focused on techniques to defend himself. He's always relied on his shear offensive power to wipe out any threat. Now that he was on equal terms, however, he only has one choice. Though he was preparing for a fist-to-fist confrontation, Derry quickly held up his palm directly towards the incoming fire and began to form pink flames. Derry fires off Flamethrower directly aimed at the ever approaching blue fire. The two blasts of fire clash with each other, and though Derry's flames had a slight edge, both attacks fizzle out.
Seeing an opportunity, Derry quickly flies towards the stranger. "Alright, if that's how you wanna play," Derry shouted back at the man, "then perhaps I'll knock some sense into ya!" Derry can't let this fight drag on. His current form can allow him to take on some serious competition, but it can't last forever. If this stranger can maintain this amount of power while he can't, then he'll need to end this as soon as possible. For right now, however, he'll buy a little bit of extra time using his fists. Upon getting close enough, Derry threw out several punches directed towards the burnt man's head.
|
|
Cin
Newcomer
PL: 40,000
Inner Power (x2T)
Tag: @havocsquad
Posts: 13
|
Post by Cin on Sept 21, 2020 18:06:03 GMT -6
Finding his way to a nearby city seemed impossible at this point. The former monk had been wandering the world for quite some time at this point. No matter how many people would point him to the direction of a city, he would always miss the mark. Any time he felt like he was getting close to one, poof, he ended up somewhere completely different. He was gone too far at this point however, and survival in the wild was still more appealing than servitude in the temple.
This particular night, he found himself traveling in the south, searching for South City or some other form of civilization. The desert covered a vast majority of the land, and a massive fissure was clearly visible from a significant distance away. Cin found himself moving closer to the hole, and seeing some strange source of light. It looked like distant fires, flames of pink and blue. It seemed to be an odd, unnatural combination that he had never seen before. This was no weather phenomenon, but a heated fight between two martial artists of sorts. He hadn't noticed it at first, but there was a significant energy signature coming for each fighter. Their powers seemed to each be close to his own, just the kind of opponents he was looking for. If it was some sort of duel, he would stay out of their way, but if not... Perhaps he would join in their fun.
Cin would continue walking to the site of the battle, watching the two individuals clash with a massive amount of vigor. Placing his left hand on his blade, and unlocking it's sheath, he would smirk "Gentlemen... Calm down for a moment, unless this is a formal duel of course..." Inserting himself into their squabble wasn't his greatest idea ever, but it would help with training. If things got too serious, he could always power up to full strength and end it.
Cin Joins the battle!
PL: 40,000
KP: 3/3
Actions: N/A
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2020 18:13:22 GMT -6
A searing torrent of pink flames met Korr's assault, the two blasts igniting in a big explosion. Korr frowned as he sailed toward the ground. He'd hoped to roast his old boss to an agonizing crisp, but that plan of attack had failed. This man could control the flames, too? Had he met some vicious end as well? It didn't appear likely. Korr didn't sense an ounce of suffering off of him. Did that mean Crow felt no remorse for his actions? That bastard. Of course he didn't. That's why he had to pay! His tattered body was rocked with heavy blows as the pink-haired gangster took the offensive. Korr threw up a hasty guard. The spirit felt confused. These fighting moves were different; Crow never demonstrated a knowledge of martial prowess though he required his men to know how to fight well against all manner of opponents. Could it be... it wasn't him? Korr ducked under a final wild punch, drilling a punch of his own hard toward the man's gut. Whether it landed or not, his flames surged as another burst of flames exploded outward from his palms, seeking to envelop the stranger altogether.
Korr throws a gut punch followed with another Spectral Flame [A1], dealing 14,850 PL dmg! Starting PL: 45,000 [Haunting] | Equipped: N/A | 1/3 KP Damage Taken: 0/200% [x of 90,000]
LAIKA OF THQ
|
|
Violin
Newcomer
PL: 110,000
Great Namek (x4P) Red Glare (x12T)
|
Post by Violin on Sept 21, 2020 19:10:21 GMT -6
Thread PL: 110,000 | Item: Battle Armor
Earth's deserts were typically perfect places for meditation, especially at night. All the creatures slinked away to hiding spots and the sand turned frigid as all the morning heat escaped into the sky. Travelers of any kind seldom came to the middle of a sandy wasteland like this for training of any sort - and so it was here that Violin made his spot of thought. At least, that was the plan. And then not even ten minutes into his concentration, a series of fiery explosions danced across the distant sky - in the direction of the 'Great Fissure'. He would've been content to ignore them entirely if the Power Levels hadn't ramped up AND attracted even more people. This site of a battle was quickly creating far too much chaos than it should've, and such an occurrence would certainly ruin any attempt at a peaceful state of mind. "Porguna grant me strength..." The Namekian grumbled, standing up off his mountaintop perch and flying over.
Upon his arrival, the Alien made quick note of the three's distinct energies. They were all relatively weak compared to him, but still impressive for Earthlings of any kind. Two the fire-slingers seemed to be locked in combat, mostly likely testing themselves against a foe of similar power. "Warriors," He began, a small amount of irritation seeping into his tone. "Usually I've no mind of training to better oneself, however your timing couldn't be any more inconvenient. If you want to battle, I advise the Gizard Wastes or an arena at a city rather than a wasteland like this. Sounds carries quite well, you see." Clenching his hand, a small white aura danced to life around him, Violin looking unconcerned at those around him. Even if they were hostile for whatever reason, the Namekian was completely certain that they'd prove to be no threat whatsoever.
|
|
|
|
Post by Derrick Ottoy on Sept 21, 2020 19:25:14 GMT -6
Derry was quite surprised at how adept the stranger was when it came to deflecting his attacks. He got a few hits in, but even with how quickly he moved to the offensive, the burnt man managed to keep his guard up. Out of the corner of Derry's eye, however, he caught a glimpse of what he thought was someone else approaching the duo. Derry noticed a man waring some sort of white gi and brandishing a sword on his hip, but before he could further analyze the situation, the counterattack ensued. It was clear that the stranger didn't care for the approaching swordsman as he was intent on taking Derry head on. A punch was now heading directly towards Derry's gut, but it wasn't exactly a very ordinary punch. It appears that the stranger was attempting to use the same fire attack from before. Since Derry was able to gage just how powerful this attack was, the normal response would've been to launch a fireball. If the flamethrower didn't work, then the fireball was sure to do it.
The problem was that it was too close. If he launched a fireball now, both of them would probably be caught in the blast. To minimize as much risk as possible, Derry had to once again clash against the incoming attack with flamethrower. As quickly as he could, Derry shifted as far back as he could and immediately launched a torrent of pink flames directed at the incoming blue fire. The force of the two attacks propelled Derry further backwards, mitigating the risk of getting caught up in the flames. Just like last time, the attacks cancelled each other out, but instead of rushing in to get a few more physical blows in, there was someone else that Derry needed to address. Taking the opportunity, Derry rapidly turned his attention towards the swordsman, who has been rapidly closing the distance. "Ah, great," Derry muttered to himself, "how many of these guys am I gonna have to deal with?"
Derry took what little time he had to further inspect the swordsman. The man was certainly burly and tall while also possessing long, brown hair made into a ponytail. The swordsman then spoke to both Derry and the stranger after unlocking the sheath and grabbing the handle. If this guy was gonna get involved as well, then his chances of making it out without going to the hospital were going to become slim. Taking this as an opportunity to potentially worm himself out of this situation, Derry replied back to the swordsman, "Duel? Hell no, I was just trying to relax here when this... thing over here charged right at me. Who the hell even are you?" Before long, however, Derry also noticed that the swordsman wasn't the only newcomer.
Now a namekian of all things showed up to the fight. Derry glances back at the stranger to make sure he wasn't charging right at him, then turned his attention back to the newcomer. Apparently, the namekian is complaining about all of the noises that they've been making at to go elsewhere. Derry didn't even want this fight in the first place, and he's getting chastised by him? Not in the mood for this kind of talk, Derry turns his attention directly towards the namekian and firmly stated, "Look, I didn't want this fight, alright? If you wanna blame anyone for the pesky noise complaint, blame him." And at that moment, Derry pointed at where he presumed the burnt man still was. He then declared to the two newcomers, "Alright, look, I didn't come out here in the middle of the goddamn desert looking to fight some random punks, alright? I came hear for some peace and quiet. Also, I don't even know you, either. Who are you people!?" At that moment, however, Derry realized that he took his attention away from the burnt man for too long.
|
|
Cin
Newcomer
PL: 40,000
Inner Power (x2T)
Tag: @havocsquad
Posts: 13
|
Post by Cin on Sept 21, 2020 21:03:21 GMT -6
Based on the relentlessness of the man enveloped in blue flames, Cin was slowly beginning to realize this was no simple training session. It wasn't even a duel. This was an assault, plain and simple. The warrior's eye brow would raise as the pink-haired man began to explain his position, "Ah, I see... Apologies. If you'd like help resolving this matter, I'd be more than happy to oblige." Something rubbed him the wrong way about scarred and burning man, he didn't seem quite human. This would only make Cin quicker to act, thinking this could be a serious threat of some kind. He would step forward, ready to help Derry, but would be distracted as a far greater power would arrive.
Someone with more than double his own strength, someone with completely green skin, would be standing before him. "Sorry about that, but this is no training session... Uh.. Who or What are you exactly? I've never seen a man with green skin, no offense... Anyhow, I'll distract the blue one, guard the pink one for me..." With that, a white aura would flare up and surround Cin's body. His power level would double within seconds as he unleashed his full strength. Protecting pink would be his top priority, and defeating blue would be his second.
As his eyes gazed toward the hot-headed warrior, a spiraling flame attack would already be sent pinky's way. While dangerous in his regular state, his current form would be more than capable of handling the attack. Unfortunately, the attack wasn't aimed at him... "Damn, focus on me!" Cin would shout before darting directly towards the scarred foe.
Once in range, Cin would launch a rapid series of right-handed punches towards Korr's gut. Truth be told he was a better swordsmen than martial artist, but he was trained in multiple disciplines, and significantly stronger at this point.
Cin unleashes his inner strength! (x2|T)
PL: 80,000
KP: 7/7
Actions: Cin attacks Korr with a non-KP attack.
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2020 19:49:02 GMT -6
Too many voices. Too many faces. Too many Crows. The pink Crow repelled his attack with flames of his own again, the resulting explosion sending Korr rocketing backward. A wave of heat washed over him, and though it would have harmed an ordinary man, it could do little to an enraged specter. Korr glared at the newcomer. It was Crow though his hair was long and he wore a white gi. Did he think he could fool a ghost of vengeance? The two Crows began to talk but it sounded like gibberish in his ears. So they were scheming, were they? Planning to team up to take him out? A low growl escaped Korr as he hunched forward, fingers curled into talons—a wild beast preparing to strike. Another Crow appeared—a green Crow. This one seemed strong—too strong. Way too strong for Crow. What was going on? Was this some sort of trick—some ploy of the bandit leader to evade justice? Another rational thought fought to assert itself in his mind, but he was far too angry and far too confused for reason. He'd just have to burn them all. The second Crow attacked with a barrage of heavy punches. Korr reeled backward, down the sandy slope, kicking up a cloud of dirt in his wake. He kicked off the ground, hovering in the air until he was nearly level with the green Crow who had yet to join the battle. "What is this?" His voice was a raspy growl, more feral like a beast than man. "What sort of game are you playing with me?" His eyes glowed with azure fire as he stared down the original pink Crow. "You're going to suffer, you bastard. You're not going to get away from me!"Blue flames erupted around his form. For a moment, he flickered from view only to reappear seconds later. It was getting harder to maintain this physical form. He had to kill Crow, and quickly.
Korr prepares to renew his assault, no KP actions taken. Regain 1 KP. Starting PL: 45,000 [Haunting] | Equipped: N/A | 2/3 KP Damage Taken: 0/200% [x of 90,000]
LAIKA OF THQ
|
|
