Post by The Librarian on Apr 25, 2010 17:20:03 GMT -7
17:12:34 -§§-Tenishna :: Cerberus held a perpetual grin while something beneath let slip a chuckle born from each maw, perhaps mocking the multiple voices of the Other. Elapsing into a sigh, the Reaver would roll its shoulders, expand and contract digits, testing some portion of their range of motion. The presence of the other would excite a more substantial glow from the membrane stretched over his surface, and was too an integral part of that metallic shell. Given the culmination of recent political movements Erodious would find Tenishna primed for war as massive batteries within the Reaver produced the generous amounts of energy he fed off of. The visualization of this effect would be that aura around the Reaver, manipulating and interpreting the world with its terrible language. There would be a clear intent emitted as the Reaver stepped forwards, resounding as much from his countenance as from such supernatural mediums as he commanded. What are you doing here? And, simultaneously, I don’t want you here. ::
17:20:36 Erodious wasn't one for long drawn out speeches and the like, so his replies would come short and to the point."I'm Herrrrre to set rrrright thhhe balance of naturre. I'll leave when you've rrrrrepented."The long whip like tongue is snapped again for emphasis. It would seem his point of view on things has changed... Not that it will halt the hypocracies of him abusing the natural balance, for that is a necessary evil.
17:34:28 -§§-Tenishna :: If the Reaver could scoff, he would. Lacking the proper organic material to do such, however, the manifestation of his retort would surface. His step continuing He continued to close the distance towards the other, a surge of influence warping around him, coercing the environment around him with ever growing persuasion. Temperatures would rise as Prime bound particles became excited, swarming around the Reaver like countless satellites reigned in not by gravity, but rather this extension of his will. This energy would elicit temperatures substantial enough to convince the Earth beneath his feet that it would be happier in a more liquid state. There was no doubt, indeed, that Tenishna was up to his old tricks. Defensive matrixes primed themselves as his metallic covering accepted the nature of the environment around him, the membrane exerting the elementary tactics needed to steady that surface. Here, as the Reaver continued his stride and to accompany this quite sudden and explosive show of energy a white mist would leak from the Reaver, and become swept up in that inferno. I, he commented, sheer suggestion permeating from the tempest about him am the new balance. The presence of the other few who have decided to grace the Coliseum with their presences seemingly eluded him as he marched. ::
17:51:13 Erodious wasn't impressed nor concerned as the Reaver made its way towards him. As it was beginning its ways, he'd begin his, if only to be sure that he didn't fall behind in preparations. Big hulking nature changers always posed a threat to one who abused the energy about them, so those old tactics he so dearly loved would need be saved for the opprotune moments. His voice presents itself as that of a five year old girl. "Blaphemy shall earn torture." Spacing was probably a good idea, but rather than simply backpedal his form takes to the air, as if hoisted while his aura pulls tighter in, contracting and minimizing himself as a target tohis physical form. Not to say it doesn't exist, he's merely keeping it close as he moves to keep a fair space between himself and the foe. The first phase of tactics is the riskiest. His index finger extends, making invisible sweeps about the air as he rapidly traces the seals before him. The risk is splitting his focus and getting the seal wrong or losing sight of his foe.
18:07:50 -§§-Tenishna :: The Reaver stopped his stride with an inward sigh as the other took to the air, rendering direct physical conflict tedious. With the same sigh appendages would twitch, in an instant removing his massive tower from its mount, securing it ‘pon his left arm. The Reaver rotated himself so that the multi-faced mask gazed with hollow sockets towards the Other, moving his free arm to follow his gaze, a morbid point in the others direction. With this line created between the Reaver’s extended finger and the Other’s form the mist came to violent action. Interlaced with the horrible nature of the energy around the Reaver and now integral to the nature of the runes the mist, not so much actual matter as it were the visual distortions of its nature, shot forth. With such an action the energy issued with the speed one would associate with such, moving flawlessly through the ether this planet provided to do nothing more than blast aside the awful form of the Other. The Reaver, assuming with confidence that this was not the end of the Other, prompted himself to a more manipulative state, extending the flows of his being through the realms of this world and the dimensions of its binding causing his physical representation to become distorted, not unlike a television picture with poor reception. Here, simply, he would beckon the next action from the Other. ::
18:35:40 Erodious didn't expect everything to run along this smoothly thus far. Now whether it runs so smoothly through the duration of the conflict may be an entirely different story. His finger made that final trace as he remained stationary. It looked like the reaver was changing tactics as he rotated. It was time to contract even further, this time physically as he drops the tongue whip. The liquid appearance pulls in and tightens, shrinking drastically as the Reaver points at him. In a moment his appearance is nothing but a black orb the size of a tennis ball, hidden directly behind the seal he finished opening a moment previous. The traces before him were to a gate, the gate was a safety means to keep void from seeping through from the other end, the unseen end. At the same time it held the void at bay on one end, it would allow other matter to enter from the side that the Reaver attacked from. Maybe the attack simply fades, but with will enlaced in it one would immagine that the will would follow and therefore it would be disasterous for the embodiment attached to that said will. With the described speed of the attack, one would also be led to believe that the course of the attack wouldn't easilly be altered. Hopefully his foe just successfully voided itself.
18:57:56 -§§-Tenishna :: The concept of the Reaver’s will entering the void was a peculiar one, and the Other was probably unaware of the Reaver’s particular association with that essence. There would, indeed, be no doubt that some of the energy would contact that gateway, but instead, however, of entering it and dismissing itself it would become more Kamikaze in nature. The curious language of the runes so lovingly present in almost every feat the Reaver conducts read such a gateway for what it was, and would wholly destruct the entirety of the energy presenting itself to that gateway. This is to say, though, that they also sought to destroy that gateway. The runes were no novice at deciphering and translating the world around them, and with fluency they would warp themselves into an engineered end of that portal, backed wholly by the energies present in that beam. It may be important to note that as the Reaver’s will, so intertwined with a misty manifestation in this assault, was not so prone to such demise as the void offered. Given the enigmatic nature of this somatic manipulation the will found itself especially immune as it segregated itself into that which would be sacrificed to this portal, and that which was not, as with its misty complexion each unit of its influence were not linked to one another, but instead linked to that language, and thusly prone to the languages means of communication. These particular insignia, however, were geared towards the destruction of that portal by inherit nature, the portal the stimulus needed to trigger the response. This beam, however, was just that: A beam, and thus continuous. Given its nature these same runes communicated in natural tongue to the entirety of the operation and the energy would move around that gateway (assuming it wasn’t destroyed, understandably through the space it once occupied if it were) and again to the form of the Other with the full movement of their considerable speed. Like the energy which hit the portal the beam would have no different means. The violent reactionary nature of the manifestation would work to do the same thing, the language fluently deciphering that which it contacted, and engineering itself towards its destruction. - Here, however, the Reaver was not done, as the function of his arm would come to display another purpose, the beam submitting to sustain itself passively from the tempest swirling around the Reaver, ever-fed by those generous batteries. The arm would twitch and seemingly reach for something invisible in the air. Given the now multifaceted nature of the Reaver this hand would, though not physically, extend itself to reach for the very nature of the Other, a kind of supernatural crushing vice determined by the tendrils of influence thrust through the other aspects of existence. Here, upon these various common plains and dimensions, it would move, lead by the veritable and variable legion of runes, pressed to act like dismantling enzymes against Erodious’ nature. In essence it were an extension of the defensive membrane about the Reaver, not unlike a hyper-stimulated immune system moving in to engulf the Other and destroy it like a disease. ::
19:32:34 Erodious wasn't expecting none of this to take place. As such it's a damn good thing that the tongue was Ero and the form holding it was his puppet. Upon hitting the ground, his awareness of the gate's integrity would actually send a streak of panic to the core of his being. Absolute absence was about to hit the perverbial fan. How could anything supercede absolute absence or contain it. Surely it would consume everything. Only one course of action would remain in this situation. Pride has nothing to do with it, its all about survival. As the seal ruptures Ero does the most chickenshit thing he has ever done, he fecking flees. The tongue's matter pulls into itself as Ero wraps into his own little corner. A subspace, so to speak. Blink and you'll have a concept of how quick that happens. Unfortunately, his subspace would be his own prison as leaving it wouldn't be an option under the thought that void would have consumed everything quicker than even he could imagine. Even if he could imagine a time frame, he'd likely be underestimating it still. A puppet might be sent out later on to see if anything is left. Maybe.
20:08:19 -§§-Tenishna :: Thusly the Reaver was tricked by a puppet. And, with its satisfactory destruction, the Reaver would work to control that same portal he had just unleashed. The proximity of the beam to the portal, rather that it for the moment had engulfed the phenomenon, would create a sufficient membrane. The beam and the momentarily uncontrolled rip would react violently for an instant, cascading their destructive combination throughout the area in a terrible explosion, before the energies submitted. The runes presented themselves as a pristine barrier, both for the means of sealing that rift and for protecting the shell of the Reaver, as, much like the substance which could control the rift to begin with, the surface of the Reaver was equally resilient. With the beam waxing back into the tempest pleasantly storming around the Reaver he scrutinized the area, noting the absolute withdrawal of the Other. He took the opportunity to claim the terrain his own, for, without the other’s presence, he would plant his flag and make Erodious’ return to this universe most unpleasant. A runic haze would explode forwards as the unpleasant temperatures of the storm faded into the mist, which would tail the insignia into the universe around them, dominating the entire Coliseum with their presence. These influences would draw away the nature of the universe as it had once existed here and instead replace it with their own synthesized ether. ::
17:20:36 Erodious wasn't one for long drawn out speeches and the like, so his replies would come short and to the point."I'm Herrrrre to set rrrright thhhe balance of naturre. I'll leave when you've rrrrrepented."The long whip like tongue is snapped again for emphasis. It would seem his point of view on things has changed... Not that it will halt the hypocracies of him abusing the natural balance, for that is a necessary evil.
17:34:28 -§§-Tenishna :: If the Reaver could scoff, he would. Lacking the proper organic material to do such, however, the manifestation of his retort would surface. His step continuing He continued to close the distance towards the other, a surge of influence warping around him, coercing the environment around him with ever growing persuasion. Temperatures would rise as Prime bound particles became excited, swarming around the Reaver like countless satellites reigned in not by gravity, but rather this extension of his will. This energy would elicit temperatures substantial enough to convince the Earth beneath his feet that it would be happier in a more liquid state. There was no doubt, indeed, that Tenishna was up to his old tricks. Defensive matrixes primed themselves as his metallic covering accepted the nature of the environment around him, the membrane exerting the elementary tactics needed to steady that surface. Here, as the Reaver continued his stride and to accompany this quite sudden and explosive show of energy a white mist would leak from the Reaver, and become swept up in that inferno. I, he commented, sheer suggestion permeating from the tempest about him am the new balance. The presence of the other few who have decided to grace the Coliseum with their presences seemingly eluded him as he marched. ::
17:51:13 Erodious wasn't impressed nor concerned as the Reaver made its way towards him. As it was beginning its ways, he'd begin his, if only to be sure that he didn't fall behind in preparations. Big hulking nature changers always posed a threat to one who abused the energy about them, so those old tactics he so dearly loved would need be saved for the opprotune moments. His voice presents itself as that of a five year old girl. "Blaphemy shall earn torture." Spacing was probably a good idea, but rather than simply backpedal his form takes to the air, as if hoisted while his aura pulls tighter in, contracting and minimizing himself as a target tohis physical form. Not to say it doesn't exist, he's merely keeping it close as he moves to keep a fair space between himself and the foe. The first phase of tactics is the riskiest. His index finger extends, making invisible sweeps about the air as he rapidly traces the seals before him. The risk is splitting his focus and getting the seal wrong or losing sight of his foe.
18:07:50 -§§-Tenishna :: The Reaver stopped his stride with an inward sigh as the other took to the air, rendering direct physical conflict tedious. With the same sigh appendages would twitch, in an instant removing his massive tower from its mount, securing it ‘pon his left arm. The Reaver rotated himself so that the multi-faced mask gazed with hollow sockets towards the Other, moving his free arm to follow his gaze, a morbid point in the others direction. With this line created between the Reaver’s extended finger and the Other’s form the mist came to violent action. Interlaced with the horrible nature of the energy around the Reaver and now integral to the nature of the runes the mist, not so much actual matter as it were the visual distortions of its nature, shot forth. With such an action the energy issued with the speed one would associate with such, moving flawlessly through the ether this planet provided to do nothing more than blast aside the awful form of the Other. The Reaver, assuming with confidence that this was not the end of the Other, prompted himself to a more manipulative state, extending the flows of his being through the realms of this world and the dimensions of its binding causing his physical representation to become distorted, not unlike a television picture with poor reception. Here, simply, he would beckon the next action from the Other. ::
18:35:40 Erodious didn't expect everything to run along this smoothly thus far. Now whether it runs so smoothly through the duration of the conflict may be an entirely different story. His finger made that final trace as he remained stationary. It looked like the reaver was changing tactics as he rotated. It was time to contract even further, this time physically as he drops the tongue whip. The liquid appearance pulls in and tightens, shrinking drastically as the Reaver points at him. In a moment his appearance is nothing but a black orb the size of a tennis ball, hidden directly behind the seal he finished opening a moment previous. The traces before him were to a gate, the gate was a safety means to keep void from seeping through from the other end, the unseen end. At the same time it held the void at bay on one end, it would allow other matter to enter from the side that the Reaver attacked from. Maybe the attack simply fades, but with will enlaced in it one would immagine that the will would follow and therefore it would be disasterous for the embodiment attached to that said will. With the described speed of the attack, one would also be led to believe that the course of the attack wouldn't easilly be altered. Hopefully his foe just successfully voided itself.
18:57:56 -§§-Tenishna :: The concept of the Reaver’s will entering the void was a peculiar one, and the Other was probably unaware of the Reaver’s particular association with that essence. There would, indeed, be no doubt that some of the energy would contact that gateway, but instead, however, of entering it and dismissing itself it would become more Kamikaze in nature. The curious language of the runes so lovingly present in almost every feat the Reaver conducts read such a gateway for what it was, and would wholly destruct the entirety of the energy presenting itself to that gateway. This is to say, though, that they also sought to destroy that gateway. The runes were no novice at deciphering and translating the world around them, and with fluency they would warp themselves into an engineered end of that portal, backed wholly by the energies present in that beam. It may be important to note that as the Reaver’s will, so intertwined with a misty manifestation in this assault, was not so prone to such demise as the void offered. Given the enigmatic nature of this somatic manipulation the will found itself especially immune as it segregated itself into that which would be sacrificed to this portal, and that which was not, as with its misty complexion each unit of its influence were not linked to one another, but instead linked to that language, and thusly prone to the languages means of communication. These particular insignia, however, were geared towards the destruction of that portal by inherit nature, the portal the stimulus needed to trigger the response. This beam, however, was just that: A beam, and thus continuous. Given its nature these same runes communicated in natural tongue to the entirety of the operation and the energy would move around that gateway (assuming it wasn’t destroyed, understandably through the space it once occupied if it were) and again to the form of the Other with the full movement of their considerable speed. Like the energy which hit the portal the beam would have no different means. The violent reactionary nature of the manifestation would work to do the same thing, the language fluently deciphering that which it contacted, and engineering itself towards its destruction. - Here, however, the Reaver was not done, as the function of his arm would come to display another purpose, the beam submitting to sustain itself passively from the tempest swirling around the Reaver, ever-fed by those generous batteries. The arm would twitch and seemingly reach for something invisible in the air. Given the now multifaceted nature of the Reaver this hand would, though not physically, extend itself to reach for the very nature of the Other, a kind of supernatural crushing vice determined by the tendrils of influence thrust through the other aspects of existence. Here, upon these various common plains and dimensions, it would move, lead by the veritable and variable legion of runes, pressed to act like dismantling enzymes against Erodious’ nature. In essence it were an extension of the defensive membrane about the Reaver, not unlike a hyper-stimulated immune system moving in to engulf the Other and destroy it like a disease. ::
19:32:34 Erodious wasn't expecting none of this to take place. As such it's a damn good thing that the tongue was Ero and the form holding it was his puppet. Upon hitting the ground, his awareness of the gate's integrity would actually send a streak of panic to the core of his being. Absolute absence was about to hit the perverbial fan. How could anything supercede absolute absence or contain it. Surely it would consume everything. Only one course of action would remain in this situation. Pride has nothing to do with it, its all about survival. As the seal ruptures Ero does the most chickenshit thing he has ever done, he fecking flees. The tongue's matter pulls into itself as Ero wraps into his own little corner. A subspace, so to speak. Blink and you'll have a concept of how quick that happens. Unfortunately, his subspace would be his own prison as leaving it wouldn't be an option under the thought that void would have consumed everything quicker than even he could imagine. Even if he could imagine a time frame, he'd likely be underestimating it still. A puppet might be sent out later on to see if anything is left. Maybe.
20:08:19 -§§-Tenishna :: Thusly the Reaver was tricked by a puppet. And, with its satisfactory destruction, the Reaver would work to control that same portal he had just unleashed. The proximity of the beam to the portal, rather that it for the moment had engulfed the phenomenon, would create a sufficient membrane. The beam and the momentarily uncontrolled rip would react violently for an instant, cascading their destructive combination throughout the area in a terrible explosion, before the energies submitted. The runes presented themselves as a pristine barrier, both for the means of sealing that rift and for protecting the shell of the Reaver, as, much like the substance which could control the rift to begin with, the surface of the Reaver was equally resilient. With the beam waxing back into the tempest pleasantly storming around the Reaver he scrutinized the area, noting the absolute withdrawal of the Other. He took the opportunity to claim the terrain his own, for, without the other’s presence, he would plant his flag and make Erodious’ return to this universe most unpleasant. A runic haze would explode forwards as the unpleasant temperatures of the storm faded into the mist, which would tail the insignia into the universe around them, dominating the entire Coliseum with their presence. These influences would draw away the nature of the universe as it had once existed here and instead replace it with their own synthesized ether. ::