Post by The Librarian on Jul 9, 2016 19:28:28 GMT -7
12:38:22 [-†ñ-Kain] |o|It was said that It would never survive. Yet, the entity was infact rebirthed within the irate squall, extending It's terrible influence to blanket the unsung maelstrom whereby the unfathomable chromatics of the tempestual disturbance would drip from visual perception--if they be intently observed by anyone else, indeed. An abhorrence slithered from the equidistance of the seemingly immutable storm dragging Kain's effervescent ascendancy in it's rippling wake. The aforementioned aphotic pandemonium would subside under Kain's quaking decree, crunching in towards the centrum which is the Kytonic icon. An amalgamation of amaranthine wails spewed forth by fallen breathren compelled the cognizance of Kain to bubble and convulse as his decision was rendered absolute. All multiversal aspects of reality would shift heedlessly to his whim as Balixx Chains propelled Kain forth through the interwoven tapestries of perception beheld by entire states of being before eventally peeling back the fabric of an existance <C>
12:38:41 [-†ñ-Kain] <C> in which the mundane resided. The blackness of oblivion would undoubtedly supervene this particular manifestation, for Kain was never before so submerged within such a peculiar desire to ascend passed a form in which he had long ago grown to hate. Retaining knowledge of existances insidious secrets yet not being able to acquire the means to deploy such power gripped Kain arduously so. Forthwith, oculi of conflagrant emerald would grace the ambience with an ominous insight of a being slightly different from whom many may have witnessed roaming around the Arena or observed ripping apart others. Nay, the mentality of this monster, to be frank and blatant, was almost all-together different as It's coveted scenario of transcendence was quested for.|o|
13:34:35 [Azrael] «Death»Orographic billows swirl about the troposphere in an intricate manner, like a couple performing the waltz. Bolts of pure electrical current streak across the sky, like a prey evading a stalking predator, delicate drops of the element of life descend from the heavens, as if the Goddess Aphrodite wept tears of fear from the upcoming events about the take place. Obstreperous thunderous reverberations resonate through the lands, like the effect of Thor slamming his hammer upon the ground. A damaske hued vapor enshrouded the lands, swift and ominous like the Black Plague in England. Soon the ground within a diameter of 6 by eight foot became caked with a black inky liquid substance, steam arose from the puddle, hinting on a heat source within it. Shortly after bubbles spewed upward in multiple places from atop. Silent it’s movements are, like the Serengeti lioness stalking it’s prey, it’s nature untamed, like the hyena’s that inhabit northern [c]
13:34:48 [Azrael] Africa. Within it’s path, nothing is left but a trail of scorched terra firma, smoke arising from the seared terrain, and small traces of flames which grew with every patch of grass it overwhelmed. The very scent of this puddle might cause even the most congested nasal cavity to clear up, which shortly afterward they’d collapse due to it’s horrific scent, and possibly die. Think of a combination of rotten eggs, day old potato salad that’s been left out to bake in the sun, and brimstone. The miasma began to thicken exceedingly, the very air succumbing it’s superior nature, and becoming very thick causing it hard for one to breathe. Gentle currents of fleeting air rush past the lands in a timely fashion, but that’s just the calm before the storm, the rain began to pour heavily, yet had no effect upon the puddle, for before it reached, it evaporated shortly after. Now it is time for the tranquil state to end. Moments later tempest like mistral currents overwhelm [c]
13:35:00 [Azrael] athwart the lands, like the Greek God, Astraeus raining his vehemental fury upon the lands. Still the inky blot moved unaffected by the change of events, as if Mother Nature’s ferocity has no effect upon him. Volatile black tendrils lash forth from the seeping inky mass, latching onto pillars and wrap around them, like a serpent does to it’s prey. Like ligaments within muscles they tauten, wrapping around the columns further. Amidst the puddle a rapid motion of bubbles spewed out, something is coming. Two massive arms emerged from the inky black substance, placing themselves upon the ground, With the help of the arms and tendrils a massive being arose from the ground, placing it’s feet firmly upon the opal sediments. Luminous goldish brown spherical orbs gaze about the arena, as if looking for something.«Death» [e]
13:45:00 [-†ñ-Kain] |o|The being which displayed a fine entrance would be given a warm welcome from Kain. Torrid eyes of swirling green would shift, his gaze leaving a jade slash of ireful smoke across the sands--yes, even his gaze has considerable influence. Without much of a second thought, the Balixx would pervade and slither forth, splitting into a myriad divergance which would integrate with Space and Time. Ambient atmospheric particles would relinquish their molecular bonds and break down to nothing more than subtle atomic entities--only to fracture once again into the sub-atomic. All around the Coliseum, azure arcs of leaping electrons provided brief blasts of periwinkle light. These bursts of lightning would seem completely random--regardless, Azrael may find himself tagged by more than just a few of these seemingly very simple lightning strikes. But, there was definately something a bit off.|o|
13:57:46 [Azrael] «Death»Of course Azrael felt something a bit off, feeling the source of this power he traced it’s roots direction to Kain. So thus he made his move, nothing fancy, nothing out of the norm. Just the simple manipulation of the air around him in a span of 10 foot in each direction a sphere formed, consuming his form. Then it’d become more translucent, and then completely invisible, the temperature of the sphere declined drastically, shifting to an absolute zero state before the streaks of lightning occurred. So once the few random bolts of electrical current struck the sphere, they’d move no more, being molecules cannot move in absolute zero temperatures. Beneath the feet of Azrael, a wormhole began to form, allowing him to slip through a pocket dimension, in which was used for transportation, another formed just behind Kain, yet Azrael did not exit it, simply a fist propelled through it, as a bullet flaringly fired from it's chamber. In [c]
13:57:58 [Azrael] hopes to connect with Kain’s back launching him forward, that is if it hit. Rather or not it hit, the fist submerged back within the wormhole vanishing. «Death» [e]
14:06:09 [-†ñ-Kain] |o| Well now. That was interesting. Azrael would like to know, for one, that the streaks of electrons would actually excite the air around Azrael, pulling it further and further away from it's hypothetical absolute zero state, which in itself, is a sketchy subject. The thing that was odd about each arc of lightning is that there was no thunder. No boom. The air which it seperated with a plasma channel did not close for it was compelled by the Balixx to leave vaccumous gaps. It is here that something else comes into play around the time Azrael decides to open his portal. Cosmic rays flare and race all over the universe, bombarding matter with an amalgamation of waves. From these ripples of energy are birthed antimatter, now siphoned by the Balixx into these tubes of empty space created by the sparks of lightning. Almost instantly after being siphoned, the Balixx would release it's grip on the antimatter and warp outwards, causing a vicious explosion to carry this antimatter into regular matter <C>
14:11:49 [-†ñ-Kain] <C> annihilating everything it came into contact with. As such, ardent rays of high-energy photons would rocket forth in the omnidiretion. In the timeframe of this attack. Azreal may indeed get turned into energy before he dropped into the wormhole--even his emerging fist is in danger of Kain's stygian sway.and may indeed be turned into fuel for the next attack if Azreal was not careful.|o|
12:38:41 [-†ñ-Kain] <C> in which the mundane resided. The blackness of oblivion would undoubtedly supervene this particular manifestation, for Kain was never before so submerged within such a peculiar desire to ascend passed a form in which he had long ago grown to hate. Retaining knowledge of existances insidious secrets yet not being able to acquire the means to deploy such power gripped Kain arduously so. Forthwith, oculi of conflagrant emerald would grace the ambience with an ominous insight of a being slightly different from whom many may have witnessed roaming around the Arena or observed ripping apart others. Nay, the mentality of this monster, to be frank and blatant, was almost all-together different as It's coveted scenario of transcendence was quested for.|o|
13:34:35 [Azrael] «Death»Orographic billows swirl about the troposphere in an intricate manner, like a couple performing the waltz. Bolts of pure electrical current streak across the sky, like a prey evading a stalking predator, delicate drops of the element of life descend from the heavens, as if the Goddess Aphrodite wept tears of fear from the upcoming events about the take place. Obstreperous thunderous reverberations resonate through the lands, like the effect of Thor slamming his hammer upon the ground. A damaske hued vapor enshrouded the lands, swift and ominous like the Black Plague in England. Soon the ground within a diameter of 6 by eight foot became caked with a black inky liquid substance, steam arose from the puddle, hinting on a heat source within it. Shortly after bubbles spewed upward in multiple places from atop. Silent it’s movements are, like the Serengeti lioness stalking it’s prey, it’s nature untamed, like the hyena’s that inhabit northern [c]
13:34:48 [Azrael] Africa. Within it’s path, nothing is left but a trail of scorched terra firma, smoke arising from the seared terrain, and small traces of flames which grew with every patch of grass it overwhelmed. The very scent of this puddle might cause even the most congested nasal cavity to clear up, which shortly afterward they’d collapse due to it’s horrific scent, and possibly die. Think of a combination of rotten eggs, day old potato salad that’s been left out to bake in the sun, and brimstone. The miasma began to thicken exceedingly, the very air succumbing it’s superior nature, and becoming very thick causing it hard for one to breathe. Gentle currents of fleeting air rush past the lands in a timely fashion, but that’s just the calm before the storm, the rain began to pour heavily, yet had no effect upon the puddle, for before it reached, it evaporated shortly after. Now it is time for the tranquil state to end. Moments later tempest like mistral currents overwhelm [c]
13:35:00 [Azrael] athwart the lands, like the Greek God, Astraeus raining his vehemental fury upon the lands. Still the inky blot moved unaffected by the change of events, as if Mother Nature’s ferocity has no effect upon him. Volatile black tendrils lash forth from the seeping inky mass, latching onto pillars and wrap around them, like a serpent does to it’s prey. Like ligaments within muscles they tauten, wrapping around the columns further. Amidst the puddle a rapid motion of bubbles spewed out, something is coming. Two massive arms emerged from the inky black substance, placing themselves upon the ground, With the help of the arms and tendrils a massive being arose from the ground, placing it’s feet firmly upon the opal sediments. Luminous goldish brown spherical orbs gaze about the arena, as if looking for something.«Death» [e]
13:45:00 [-†ñ-Kain] |o|The being which displayed a fine entrance would be given a warm welcome from Kain. Torrid eyes of swirling green would shift, his gaze leaving a jade slash of ireful smoke across the sands--yes, even his gaze has considerable influence. Without much of a second thought, the Balixx would pervade and slither forth, splitting into a myriad divergance which would integrate with Space and Time. Ambient atmospheric particles would relinquish their molecular bonds and break down to nothing more than subtle atomic entities--only to fracture once again into the sub-atomic. All around the Coliseum, azure arcs of leaping electrons provided brief blasts of periwinkle light. These bursts of lightning would seem completely random--regardless, Azrael may find himself tagged by more than just a few of these seemingly very simple lightning strikes. But, there was definately something a bit off.|o|
13:57:46 [Azrael] «Death»Of course Azrael felt something a bit off, feeling the source of this power he traced it’s roots direction to Kain. So thus he made his move, nothing fancy, nothing out of the norm. Just the simple manipulation of the air around him in a span of 10 foot in each direction a sphere formed, consuming his form. Then it’d become more translucent, and then completely invisible, the temperature of the sphere declined drastically, shifting to an absolute zero state before the streaks of lightning occurred. So once the few random bolts of electrical current struck the sphere, they’d move no more, being molecules cannot move in absolute zero temperatures. Beneath the feet of Azrael, a wormhole began to form, allowing him to slip through a pocket dimension, in which was used for transportation, another formed just behind Kain, yet Azrael did not exit it, simply a fist propelled through it, as a bullet flaringly fired from it's chamber. In [c]
13:57:58 [Azrael] hopes to connect with Kain’s back launching him forward, that is if it hit. Rather or not it hit, the fist submerged back within the wormhole vanishing. «Death» [e]
14:06:09 [-†ñ-Kain] |o| Well now. That was interesting. Azrael would like to know, for one, that the streaks of electrons would actually excite the air around Azrael, pulling it further and further away from it's hypothetical absolute zero state, which in itself, is a sketchy subject. The thing that was odd about each arc of lightning is that there was no thunder. No boom. The air which it seperated with a plasma channel did not close for it was compelled by the Balixx to leave vaccumous gaps. It is here that something else comes into play around the time Azrael decides to open his portal. Cosmic rays flare and race all over the universe, bombarding matter with an amalgamation of waves. From these ripples of energy are birthed antimatter, now siphoned by the Balixx into these tubes of empty space created by the sparks of lightning. Almost instantly after being siphoned, the Balixx would release it's grip on the antimatter and warp outwards, causing a vicious explosion to carry this antimatter into regular matter <C>
14:11:49 [-†ñ-Kain] <C> annihilating everything it came into contact with. As such, ardent rays of high-energy photons would rocket forth in the omnidiretion. In the timeframe of this attack. Azreal may indeed get turned into energy before he dropped into the wormhole--even his emerging fist is in danger of Kain's stygian sway.and may indeed be turned into fuel for the next attack if Azreal was not careful.|o|