Post by The Librarian on Jul 9, 2016 19:44:36 GMT -7
(Mar 13) 21:08:11 [~Leviathan~] «†» By seemingly random chance, a coincidence if you will, the Enigma came to be in the Coliseum. Nearing the center of the Coliseum, reality bent and distorted, looking at this might be disorienting for some, much like looking into a funhouse mirror. Ripples spread outwards from a central point, the clearest example of this would be a pebble dropping in a pond, soft waves spreading out Omnidirectionally, and after reaching a distance of four feet they simply sank from reality as if they never happened at all, a constant rippling wave like motion spread forth from this distortion. The skies grew dark, droplets of water fell from the heavens above, wetting the sand, creating a muddy like texture to the Coliseum floor, the blood of old rejuvenated, restore to a hypothetical sate of life. Winds crashed into the stone foundations of the Coliseum, eroding loose stone, blowing the sand yet to have dried, tempest winds let loose upon the world of the corporeal, a terror unleashed, not one to be trifled --
(Mar 13) 21:08:22 [~Leviathan~] -- with either. Puddles formed about and deep within the distortion blackened Tendrils emerged, taking root upon the physical plane, writhing about, looking much like snakes in a mating pit. A soft glow took over the exterior of the vortex of wind that now surrounded the entrance point of Leviathan, a subtle green, tinted with a grayish type of glowing as well. Energies swayed to-and-fro, creating a barrier around said vortex of wind, and all silenced a hypothetical silence. From within the barrier, keen eyes, if any where to be found in such a place, would find signs of movement, abnormal and supernatural movement, the energy was drawn in, and the swirling sand fused with the color of red, blood red. The skies cease weeping, the gods stopped hammering upon the stone of the Coliseum, and the vortex slowed to a stop. Gradually, but slow it did. Sand particles lingered in the air, creating a haze of small debris, a thick black silhouette of something that hinted at human-like build, not overly --
(Mar 13) 21:08:31 [~Leviathan~] --tall, but not very short either. Truth be told, this creature stood an even six feet in height, a lean figure, but again not extremely. His exterior was muscular, a rippling stomach, a six pack, his arms slightly bulging, and his legs seemed to carry him with an unseen grace, and he floated, no, glided rather. It was as if he floated upon a cloud. That lingering haze of debris fell away, revealing what was behind the shroud of sand and blood, inside the barrier, and what had come from that odd distortion. Long obsidian strands fell from atop his skull, waving in the gentle fluctuations of his aura. His skin, snowflakes couldn’t compare to the mysterious beauty of his alabaster skin, it seemed to glow with the very light that lit up our skies. Soft curves formed his face, perfectly round, his face, his cheek bones not set to high, but not overly low, his eyes a perfect arch on the top and bottom, and medium thick eyelashes. Brows of subtle ebony arch across his brow, just above his perfect eyes, --
(Mar 13) 21:08:34 [~Leviathan~] -- smoothed down, shiny lightly. From out of those perfect arches, perched emerald oculi, a dazzling shade, soft yet harsh. He was, to say the least a very handsome man. But, one could not come out into the world without clothing, that would be utterly absurd to say the least. His form was bathed in black clothing. Upon his top, a long sleeved shirt, void of any intricate designs; plain. Buttons ran up the front, a total of 18, only 16 of these were buttoned, the top two of these being left undone. His long sleeves were rolled to his elbow and fashion into cuffs, so they would stay out of his way. His bottom was clad in a pair of black pants, not exactly dress pants, but made of a softer material than denim, and made for smooth movements and strength. And that was truth, it was a very strong type of fabric, yet he was not exactly sure what it was created from at all. His feet held one protector, and that was his boots. These were signature for him, and he wore them most everywhere under this --
(Mar 13) 21:08:40 [~Leviathan~] --appearance. These contained steal toes, and a hidden knife inside the tip of each one. They rose to about his mid shin, and tied tightly there, simple laces were all that was needed. The distortion had faded and left behind two subjects, Leviathan and his Tendrils. A soft sigh fell from parted lips as he shifted his weight to his left leg, the Tendrils seemed to grow still, and rest upon his shoulders, wrapping around his upper form, and constricting mildly around his form. Leviathan stood waiting, silently waiting, waiting for someone to show up and quell his boredom. «†»
(Mar 13) 21:34:59 Pariah a slight smile spread over Eric's lips as he watched the ripples and droplets in the pit until they finally took form. He had seen many, many such entrances in his training and time, and each brought a sense of purpose. He was here for individuals such as this. He was a purifier, a hunter, a unique individual sent to be the bane of their existence. His movements were slow, calculated, so much so that he never seemed to move to the eye unless taken over time. Nearly imperceptible in his actions, he removed the clip from his rifle and replaced it with a different set. Different bullets for different targets. He didn't know this person, but that didn't mean he had no idea of things that worked. As the figure in the pit moved, the crosshairs moved as well, tracking every movement perfectly. He waited patiently for the perfect moment, the crosshairs never straying from their intended target. It was only a split second, but the opening always presented itself as. <c>
(Mar 13) 21:35:13 Pariah A soft sigh, a slight shift to the left, and the trigger twitched on the opening. Magnetic force propelling the bullet faster than gunpoweder weapons ever would reach. The firing was nearly silent, and even if it wasn't the bullet traveled so fast that the sound would reach the other person's ears way after the strike. Those crosshairs never wavered, centered dead on Leviathan's chest tracking the bullet's path. There wasn't much chance of Leviathan knowing what was about to happen until the moment of impact. At that point, the piercing tip on the bullet would likely punch through Leviathan's chest. At that point, the soft metal just behind the piercing tip would pull back, revealing the igniting agent and setting the thermit alight. It was a small piece, but even bullet sized was enough to burn from Leviathan's chest all the way through his body to the ground. As for the piercing tip, it would continue until it punched out leviathan's back. That was all if the bullet connected and went through.
(Mar 13) 21:48:46 [~Leviathan~] «†» Slowly calculating eyes stared forth, wondering, waiting for someone to show up and combat him. His Tendrils wiggled about, burrowing into his body it seemed, and curling around the back, resting upon the ground as they grew larger still. Unsuspecting, he stood, the Weave aware of far more than it let be known, but that was the way it worked. Something lit up for a split second in his eyes, the bullet entering the Weave field, and then slapping him in the chest, and then the sound. A gunshot! Oh my, this would not do. The bullet continued through, and the flaming agent was left inside of him attempting to ignite. But, alas, the damage from this was not had, and the bullet would, in fact, not reach the other side. Why? As it entered his body, it would be subjected to Leviathan’s mother, his creator, The Weave. The Weave is a plane hosting transmagical energy, and creates all with enigmatic existence. Properties of this plane are various, but only one would be active now. As the matter entered --
(Mar 13) 21:48:57 [~Leviathan~] -- entered him, it would be surrounded in enigmatic energy, and turned into an enigmatic type of matter, and broken down to mere particles, which meant it left this world, and went somewhere else, went to The Weave. The only problem was the hole in his chest. He growled out, and was gone in an instant, and note, all these actions took place in mere seconds. But was he really gone, no, he wasn’t. He’d simply bent the light photons around his physical figure, and how they would reach the mans eyes, allowing them to create a field around himself that would make it seem as if he were not there. As he did so, he’d look for some type of movement, or some kind of signal for someone here. «†»
(Mar 13) 22:19:48 Pariah a mental note was made on this one as the bullet apparently failed to ignite. Alright, need something different for a kill shot here. The other man was obviously watching for him now, so it was time to make use of a few of the preparations Eric had made during his hours waiting around here. His thumb would ever so slightly sneak up the side of his rifle and press a button setting off flash bang mines placed around the perimeter of the pit. During the flash, he would quickly swap out the clip and take a bead once again on his target, or at least where his target had been. He waited, scanning the pit for any sign of the other. When he was finally satisfied that the other man was up to his own tricks, Eric let his unnatural field expand. The field would rapidly reach out to the other end of the pit, cloaking the entire coliseum in a feeling of wrongness that came along with the pariah gene. The expansion was nearly instantaneous<c>
(Mar 13) 22:20:02 Pariah but Leviathan might have caught the direction that the expansion came from. If so, the he would at least know what direction Pariah was in. Now inside the field, Leviathan would be able to feel it eating away at his energy, as if feasting on his manipulations and soul, like a seamstress tearing threads from the weave. There was a reason Pariah's were sent after psykers and the like, there very presence was anathema to such beings. It would take a bit for the field to completely eat away at Leviathan's manipulations, but he would fire long before that as the initial contact would distort the light fluctuation for a fraction of a second. That fraction was all his waiting eye needed to pick his opponent once more. If this shot didn't work he was going to have to go in closer, he was out of flash bangs. The rifle barely moved at all, tracking the other man as the flashbang on the opposite end of the arena went off. Another hairpull on the trigger, and the gun fired again. <C>
(Mar 13) 22:20:22 Pariah This time it was a burst shot, three bullets tethered on monofilament wire. The bullets themselves were armor piercing, but it was the wire trailing them that did the most damage as it whipped through the air in the bullet's wake slicing things apart at a microscopic level. The bullets were still aimed for Leviathan's chest, slightly higher though so that the wire would slice across right at the other man's neck, hopefully cleaving his head away like butter.
(Mar 13) 22:27:22 [~Leviathan~] «†» The feeling of wrongness set out over the Coliseum, but as Pariah’s field met with Leviathan’s own field, all hell would break loose. Yes, it may have been meant to eat away at the manipulations, undo them, but this was hardly possible so easily with the Weave. Before the bullets would cleave him in such a way, the Weave would have acted. The Pariah field, met with the Weave, and attempted to act against it, and so the Weave would intertwine with it, interweaving into the Pariah field, infecting it with the parasitic energy, and upon doing so would locate and follow the link between the field and Pariah himself. Upon reaching Pariah the energy would begin to convert his physical matter, the very things that created him, into anti-matter, while also creating wave patterns the were the exact opposite of his own biological signs, and would negate Pariah. So yes, the Bullets would cause the wire to cleave the avatar, losing his head, but it would not go alone, and Pariah’s death, if not countered, --
(Mar 13) 22:27:30 [~Leviathan~] -- would be much more gruesome. «†»
(Mar 13) 22:34:33 Pariah never saw the weave. In fact he never felt it or ever even knew it was there. It wasn't that Leviathan didn't try, it was just that he was basically trying to mix oil and water. Or another way to put it was that Pariahs are teflon when it comes to energy. The strands of the weave would wash over him, but no matter how close they got they never seemed to be able to touch him. It was as if some essential component for them to react with his body was missing. Eric finally allowed himself a slight show of emotion as a subdued smile turned his lips ever so little. This was just one more target. There were many, many others around.
(Mar 13) 21:08:22 [~Leviathan~] -- with either. Puddles formed about and deep within the distortion blackened Tendrils emerged, taking root upon the physical plane, writhing about, looking much like snakes in a mating pit. A soft glow took over the exterior of the vortex of wind that now surrounded the entrance point of Leviathan, a subtle green, tinted with a grayish type of glowing as well. Energies swayed to-and-fro, creating a barrier around said vortex of wind, and all silenced a hypothetical silence. From within the barrier, keen eyes, if any where to be found in such a place, would find signs of movement, abnormal and supernatural movement, the energy was drawn in, and the swirling sand fused with the color of red, blood red. The skies cease weeping, the gods stopped hammering upon the stone of the Coliseum, and the vortex slowed to a stop. Gradually, but slow it did. Sand particles lingered in the air, creating a haze of small debris, a thick black silhouette of something that hinted at human-like build, not overly --
(Mar 13) 21:08:31 [~Leviathan~] --tall, but not very short either. Truth be told, this creature stood an even six feet in height, a lean figure, but again not extremely. His exterior was muscular, a rippling stomach, a six pack, his arms slightly bulging, and his legs seemed to carry him with an unseen grace, and he floated, no, glided rather. It was as if he floated upon a cloud. That lingering haze of debris fell away, revealing what was behind the shroud of sand and blood, inside the barrier, and what had come from that odd distortion. Long obsidian strands fell from atop his skull, waving in the gentle fluctuations of his aura. His skin, snowflakes couldn’t compare to the mysterious beauty of his alabaster skin, it seemed to glow with the very light that lit up our skies. Soft curves formed his face, perfectly round, his face, his cheek bones not set to high, but not overly low, his eyes a perfect arch on the top and bottom, and medium thick eyelashes. Brows of subtle ebony arch across his brow, just above his perfect eyes, --
(Mar 13) 21:08:34 [~Leviathan~] -- smoothed down, shiny lightly. From out of those perfect arches, perched emerald oculi, a dazzling shade, soft yet harsh. He was, to say the least a very handsome man. But, one could not come out into the world without clothing, that would be utterly absurd to say the least. His form was bathed in black clothing. Upon his top, a long sleeved shirt, void of any intricate designs; plain. Buttons ran up the front, a total of 18, only 16 of these were buttoned, the top two of these being left undone. His long sleeves were rolled to his elbow and fashion into cuffs, so they would stay out of his way. His bottom was clad in a pair of black pants, not exactly dress pants, but made of a softer material than denim, and made for smooth movements and strength. And that was truth, it was a very strong type of fabric, yet he was not exactly sure what it was created from at all. His feet held one protector, and that was his boots. These were signature for him, and he wore them most everywhere under this --
(Mar 13) 21:08:40 [~Leviathan~] --appearance. These contained steal toes, and a hidden knife inside the tip of each one. They rose to about his mid shin, and tied tightly there, simple laces were all that was needed. The distortion had faded and left behind two subjects, Leviathan and his Tendrils. A soft sigh fell from parted lips as he shifted his weight to his left leg, the Tendrils seemed to grow still, and rest upon his shoulders, wrapping around his upper form, and constricting mildly around his form. Leviathan stood waiting, silently waiting, waiting for someone to show up and quell his boredom. «†»
(Mar 13) 21:34:59 Pariah a slight smile spread over Eric's lips as he watched the ripples and droplets in the pit until they finally took form. He had seen many, many such entrances in his training and time, and each brought a sense of purpose. He was here for individuals such as this. He was a purifier, a hunter, a unique individual sent to be the bane of their existence. His movements were slow, calculated, so much so that he never seemed to move to the eye unless taken over time. Nearly imperceptible in his actions, he removed the clip from his rifle and replaced it with a different set. Different bullets for different targets. He didn't know this person, but that didn't mean he had no idea of things that worked. As the figure in the pit moved, the crosshairs moved as well, tracking every movement perfectly. He waited patiently for the perfect moment, the crosshairs never straying from their intended target. It was only a split second, but the opening always presented itself as. <c>
(Mar 13) 21:35:13 Pariah A soft sigh, a slight shift to the left, and the trigger twitched on the opening. Magnetic force propelling the bullet faster than gunpoweder weapons ever would reach. The firing was nearly silent, and even if it wasn't the bullet traveled so fast that the sound would reach the other person's ears way after the strike. Those crosshairs never wavered, centered dead on Leviathan's chest tracking the bullet's path. There wasn't much chance of Leviathan knowing what was about to happen until the moment of impact. At that point, the piercing tip on the bullet would likely punch through Leviathan's chest. At that point, the soft metal just behind the piercing tip would pull back, revealing the igniting agent and setting the thermit alight. It was a small piece, but even bullet sized was enough to burn from Leviathan's chest all the way through his body to the ground. As for the piercing tip, it would continue until it punched out leviathan's back. That was all if the bullet connected and went through.
(Mar 13) 21:48:46 [~Leviathan~] «†» Slowly calculating eyes stared forth, wondering, waiting for someone to show up and combat him. His Tendrils wiggled about, burrowing into his body it seemed, and curling around the back, resting upon the ground as they grew larger still. Unsuspecting, he stood, the Weave aware of far more than it let be known, but that was the way it worked. Something lit up for a split second in his eyes, the bullet entering the Weave field, and then slapping him in the chest, and then the sound. A gunshot! Oh my, this would not do. The bullet continued through, and the flaming agent was left inside of him attempting to ignite. But, alas, the damage from this was not had, and the bullet would, in fact, not reach the other side. Why? As it entered his body, it would be subjected to Leviathan’s mother, his creator, The Weave. The Weave is a plane hosting transmagical energy, and creates all with enigmatic existence. Properties of this plane are various, but only one would be active now. As the matter entered --
(Mar 13) 21:48:57 [~Leviathan~] -- entered him, it would be surrounded in enigmatic energy, and turned into an enigmatic type of matter, and broken down to mere particles, which meant it left this world, and went somewhere else, went to The Weave. The only problem was the hole in his chest. He growled out, and was gone in an instant, and note, all these actions took place in mere seconds. But was he really gone, no, he wasn’t. He’d simply bent the light photons around his physical figure, and how they would reach the mans eyes, allowing them to create a field around himself that would make it seem as if he were not there. As he did so, he’d look for some type of movement, or some kind of signal for someone here. «†»
(Mar 13) 22:19:48 Pariah a mental note was made on this one as the bullet apparently failed to ignite. Alright, need something different for a kill shot here. The other man was obviously watching for him now, so it was time to make use of a few of the preparations Eric had made during his hours waiting around here. His thumb would ever so slightly sneak up the side of his rifle and press a button setting off flash bang mines placed around the perimeter of the pit. During the flash, he would quickly swap out the clip and take a bead once again on his target, or at least where his target had been. He waited, scanning the pit for any sign of the other. When he was finally satisfied that the other man was up to his own tricks, Eric let his unnatural field expand. The field would rapidly reach out to the other end of the pit, cloaking the entire coliseum in a feeling of wrongness that came along with the pariah gene. The expansion was nearly instantaneous<c>
(Mar 13) 22:20:02 Pariah but Leviathan might have caught the direction that the expansion came from. If so, the he would at least know what direction Pariah was in. Now inside the field, Leviathan would be able to feel it eating away at his energy, as if feasting on his manipulations and soul, like a seamstress tearing threads from the weave. There was a reason Pariah's were sent after psykers and the like, there very presence was anathema to such beings. It would take a bit for the field to completely eat away at Leviathan's manipulations, but he would fire long before that as the initial contact would distort the light fluctuation for a fraction of a second. That fraction was all his waiting eye needed to pick his opponent once more. If this shot didn't work he was going to have to go in closer, he was out of flash bangs. The rifle barely moved at all, tracking the other man as the flashbang on the opposite end of the arena went off. Another hairpull on the trigger, and the gun fired again. <C>
(Mar 13) 22:20:22 Pariah This time it was a burst shot, three bullets tethered on monofilament wire. The bullets themselves were armor piercing, but it was the wire trailing them that did the most damage as it whipped through the air in the bullet's wake slicing things apart at a microscopic level. The bullets were still aimed for Leviathan's chest, slightly higher though so that the wire would slice across right at the other man's neck, hopefully cleaving his head away like butter.
(Mar 13) 22:27:22 [~Leviathan~] «†» The feeling of wrongness set out over the Coliseum, but as Pariah’s field met with Leviathan’s own field, all hell would break loose. Yes, it may have been meant to eat away at the manipulations, undo them, but this was hardly possible so easily with the Weave. Before the bullets would cleave him in such a way, the Weave would have acted. The Pariah field, met with the Weave, and attempted to act against it, and so the Weave would intertwine with it, interweaving into the Pariah field, infecting it with the parasitic energy, and upon doing so would locate and follow the link between the field and Pariah himself. Upon reaching Pariah the energy would begin to convert his physical matter, the very things that created him, into anti-matter, while also creating wave patterns the were the exact opposite of his own biological signs, and would negate Pariah. So yes, the Bullets would cause the wire to cleave the avatar, losing his head, but it would not go alone, and Pariah’s death, if not countered, --
(Mar 13) 22:27:30 [~Leviathan~] -- would be much more gruesome. «†»
(Mar 13) 22:34:33 Pariah never saw the weave. In fact he never felt it or ever even knew it was there. It wasn't that Leviathan didn't try, it was just that he was basically trying to mix oil and water. Or another way to put it was that Pariahs are teflon when it comes to energy. The strands of the weave would wash over him, but no matter how close they got they never seemed to be able to touch him. It was as if some essential component for them to react with his body was missing. Eric finally allowed himself a slight show of emotion as a subdued smile turned his lips ever so little. This was just one more target. There were many, many others around.