Post by The Librarian on Apr 25, 2010 18:22:21 GMT -7
17:48:20 -§§-Tenishna :: He would walk, as one does, into the pit. Long, slow strides carrying the rather concealed form, as it were covered head to toe in various clothes and leather, all of Earthly color, and dark glasses over the eyes. Visibly no weapons shown, the figure boasting a height of no more than six feet and standard proportions. Simply, he waited. ::
17:52:30 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~Chanced a glance down from the bleachers, onto the man that had entered only a moment ago. Standing from his seat, his enetertainment had finally arrived. With not but a jump, he landed on the opposite side of the arena "Welcome." he said simply. In his left hand was held a very Special Dia-Katana. Armored from head to toe, he seemed in full battle garmants. If one could see it, he would have had a sinister grin painted on his face. "Shall we start?"
18:00:52 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~Not but a chuckle had escaped his lips as he moved forwards at a lazy pace. Barely a reasonable walk. He still had much ground to cover to reach the metaphorical Dead Man. "How about you start this bout." He nearly commanded. His tone indifferent. there was something odd about him now. Something that rang out as uncooth if you will. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it wasnt.
18:07:48 -§§-Tenishna :: He would sigh; obvious frustration sounding in his voice. Come, hit me, it will be beautiful, he gestured again towards his torso. Have you never killed a man before? Come, strike me. It will be easy. The outcome would, eventually, be obvious. Either you strike him now, or you wait for the Psycho to attack, and thus strike him in retaliation. He rolled his shoulders, a probable preparation for commencing via the tedious path, and moved his right hand into the folds of his garbs along his hip. Here, the unmistakable resonance of batteries flaring to anxious life would introduce itself, and the Psycho moved ahead more quickly. ::
18:11:32 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~ It appeared that an oddity about Sky was not noticed, or cared for and so he would commence. He started with a simple, decent paced run. Soon however, his entire form was a blur, covering the remaineder of the distance in no time at all. The left hand extended, holding the blade upon a horizontal axis, the air around the blade swirling in white, lingering clouds, as it attempted to cleave the man in two, horizontally at the chest. Successfull, if it were, he would stop in stance right behind Tenishna. Something stranger being more obvious about him now.
18:31:35 -§§-Tenishna :: He would flash the universe a hidden grin, and the universe would in turn smile ‘pon him. The Psycho’s right arm would twitch, flowing from its position by his side to one before him. This hand would boast a blade, not six inches long, and the deftness to place its puncturing edge into the flesh exposed by the gaps in the others armor, more specifically the gap under each arm, near its joint with the torso. Previously idling batteries would burst a generous amount of energy into this avatar, a hazy red aura leaking from him like steam to illustrate their manifestation. These would not neglect, especially, that blade, as it would surely find its way into the other. The Psycho himself, though, would find a home for the others blade in his chest, as indeed the biting edge of that weapon would find itself welcome, though not to a fully permeable host. It should stop short, embedded but a few inches in its new home, if only for theatrical motives. Those generous batteries issuing fourth such activity<C>
18:31:37 -§§-Tenishna <C> that the energies of the blade, for surely they were there and they were in effect to cause more than just bodily harm to the Psycho, would work to counter act them. Legions of highly adaptive runes flowing in torrents of arcane influence to grapple the contours of that blade and it’s swirling, white clouds. It would taste and know their energies, and find them desirable, and thusly devour them, resolving in themselves a tendency of resilience. This to say, as well, that the runes would find the means to prevent not only that cutting edge but supposedly the supernatural means of that cloud. This would find itself accompanied by the left hand rushing to meet the charge, grappling the arm attached to the others cutting edge, and use this bridge as a means to further construct the bridge between their two realities. Point one, no doubt, being the dagger; whose wound in and of itself would not be fatal save for an alteration of that defensive code rushing from the point of contact and into the others<C>
18:31:38 -§§-Tenishna <C> being, not indifferent to the grapple. This should be detailed, though, when the other would fully acknowledge the circumstances of the bridge. And, as to top it off, it would be apparent that the momentum of the rush would find itself readily absorbed, a diffusion of forwards energy into a more than unmoving barrier; the recoil of such would, surely, daze the rusher, as kinetic energy were met with supernatural means of remaining motionless. ::
18:40:08 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~Indeed, the single detail he failed to react to would soon prove nothing short of a pain in the ass. The blade intended for Its side would surely enter into the appearant flesh, just under the armor or the arm, and as he went to grapple him, he would literally reach right through him. The Falsified mock up of sky would dissipate at the exact moment that the true to life Kensa would appear, exactly at the furthest points behind him. This would make it extremely hard to react to as the Five foot Blade, aimed perfectly attempted to find the mark of his neck, from exactly behind him as mentioned before. In the exact moment before the strike connected, or would have, assuming the mans own steadfastness put him directly in the line of attack, a bolt of what appeared to be lightning struck the blade, allowing whatever effects that carried flow through him as well, or stop the aforementioned defenses he had just shown off. In effect, he had revealed what his defenses were to a fake, therefore allowing the real<C>
18:40:44 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~Deal to understand and render said defense useless now that he knew how it worked, making it possible to disect it.
19:03:46 -§§-Tenishna :: It was a disappointment, surely. As it were the other seemed prone to duck under the love of gifted knowledge, and here would partly find himself the reason for his own misfortune. Conduits of otherworldly energy would suggest the realization of the dramatic repose, and thus it would be. Let the blade land and the lightening strike; the other claimed a paltry knowledge of the matrixes which worked to conduct the Reaver’s ritual, insufficient for its own means. For as one would imagine the result become hauntingly similar to the proposed ends of the first feint. The blade would land, and find itself lodged and rather stuck but inches within this Psycho’s form. Steadily gracious batteries and sly manipulations presented a veritable armada of means, now, to render the act complete. As the other would present energies to subject the Psycho to these manipulations would hold original intentions intact, greeting each instance of the others energy with famished maws.<C>
19:03:47 -§§-Tenishna <C>Again they would taste, and again they would find pleasing, and again they would thusly devour. Variable energies falling like predestined puzzle pieces into these multitudinous defenses. Each offensive mark with its defensive counterpart, uniquely disposed of. The other’s supposition of knowing, and thusly being prepared to dissect, such receptacles would prove futile as each, as said, were crafted specifically for their oncoming encounter. So, as the very tools of dissection were to enter and attempt to examine this ones interiors they would find themselves victim to the same efforts; effortlessly disposed of. It should come, then, quickly to realization that the others blade were contently locked within the Psycho’s body, his vice unwilling to relinquish his new treasure. The other’s ambiguous resources were proving futile, means to peel time away from a clock as manipulations within the Psycho’s batteries neared their manifestation of the thing the other were to eventually fight. ::
19:38:36 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~He might find that the 'Batteries' were rather inadequite. Why, Because of an inherant ability of the sword. He would find that The sword literally Channeled the storage of energy, therefore pulling it effectively away from thier origanal intentions, into the swords bidding, using it against Tenishna. How? By using this infinate storage of energy to omnipoint the being that the blade was implanted in, and biotherically link it to the Giant Capacitor like blade.This siphoned all the energy regardless of amounts in an instant. Now, with literally no energy storage left, it would do as it was originally intended. The biotheric link lead straight into the walls of the planes. Meaning? Well as any astute planar being knows, any contact with it destroy said being making contact because it is infinitely larger and more powerful than the touching entity. This was made possible simply by allowing the blade penetration. Without even pausing the blade continued through completely, freeing itself.
20:11:53 -§§-Tenishna :: The others folly would be complete. His complete and rather embarrassing lack of comprehension in the fields he were attempting to manipulate would create a lapse in action and a counter which would wholly end him. Through the other’s misconception the batteries would, indeed, prove adequate. Overly so, rather, as their gratuitous pockets allowed more sound manipulations to end the others being. The physical form of the Psycho would become but a puppet in these actions, nothing more than a beacon from which these energies would torrent out. The other’s blade, so lovingly landed and set firm in his form would hold such null effect as the other may find it astonishing. Penetration of the blade held (Orangy rocked you on this one, Sky) no contact with the batteries of the Reaver. Rather instead an interface with the real receptors of the batteries influence, and through this step would not permit such a siphoning of energy. Instead the blade would attempt to soak up the patterns of lethal supernatural<C>
20:11:54 -§§-Tenishna <C> toxins fabricated by the rune structure. The blade would be the needle with which the heroin addict ends his own life, except for this particular junkie his foolishness would cause an instant demise. Since there would be no link to the Psycho’s omnipoint, in part because the other has little idea of what one is, so too did the attempt at a bioetheric assault become embarrassingly futile. (To say that Sky would even know what to do with bioetheric were it forced down his throat is a joke.) No link of the others assumption was formed, or even had the potential to be formed. Instead through this direct contact between rune and blade would the supernatural toxin be injected, torrents of energy pre-engineered in the tedious laboratories of past conflict to wholly destroy Sky’s complexion. It were a simple feat, one perhaps of even Sky’s limited comprehension could fathom just before his own demise. The blade itself would pull the energies into Sky under false pretenses and Sky would soon find<C>
20:12:01 -§§-Tenishna <C>himself horrendously obliterated, a manifestation of a defense inside the others body. The supernatural virus introduced into the new host would become a parasite, consuming Sky inside to out, for he were so very delicious (and that these particular runes would, through the previous contact between them, know very well the workings of Sky ‘pon all his levels of attempted contact, and given that nature, all of them). And, due to the foolish presumptions of Sky’s ability this would be no mere simulation of bacteria gnawing ‘pon a copse (for Sky is in effect nothing more than dead) but instead act in a manner similar to what Sky’s attack was meant to do. It would consume mind, body, and soul. Transplanar magic’s manipulated by a grand presence felt as the Reaver, thundering through the many facets of the omniverse with horrendous power. Upon no assent would Sky be sparred, and the task would be thusly executed. (In your terms, Sky, I did to you what you tried to do to me, but correctly.) ::
17:52:30 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~Chanced a glance down from the bleachers, onto the man that had entered only a moment ago. Standing from his seat, his enetertainment had finally arrived. With not but a jump, he landed on the opposite side of the arena "Welcome." he said simply. In his left hand was held a very Special Dia-Katana. Armored from head to toe, he seemed in full battle garmants. If one could see it, he would have had a sinister grin painted on his face. "Shall we start?"
18:00:52 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~Not but a chuckle had escaped his lips as he moved forwards at a lazy pace. Barely a reasonable walk. He still had much ground to cover to reach the metaphorical Dead Man. "How about you start this bout." He nearly commanded. His tone indifferent. there was something odd about him now. Something that rang out as uncooth if you will. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it wasnt.
18:07:48 -§§-Tenishna :: He would sigh; obvious frustration sounding in his voice. Come, hit me, it will be beautiful, he gestured again towards his torso. Have you never killed a man before? Come, strike me. It will be easy. The outcome would, eventually, be obvious. Either you strike him now, or you wait for the Psycho to attack, and thus strike him in retaliation. He rolled his shoulders, a probable preparation for commencing via the tedious path, and moved his right hand into the folds of his garbs along his hip. Here, the unmistakable resonance of batteries flaring to anxious life would introduce itself, and the Psycho moved ahead more quickly. ::
18:11:32 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~ It appeared that an oddity about Sky was not noticed, or cared for and so he would commence. He started with a simple, decent paced run. Soon however, his entire form was a blur, covering the remaineder of the distance in no time at all. The left hand extended, holding the blade upon a horizontal axis, the air around the blade swirling in white, lingering clouds, as it attempted to cleave the man in two, horizontally at the chest. Successfull, if it were, he would stop in stance right behind Tenishna. Something stranger being more obvious about him now.
18:31:35 -§§-Tenishna :: He would flash the universe a hidden grin, and the universe would in turn smile ‘pon him. The Psycho’s right arm would twitch, flowing from its position by his side to one before him. This hand would boast a blade, not six inches long, and the deftness to place its puncturing edge into the flesh exposed by the gaps in the others armor, more specifically the gap under each arm, near its joint with the torso. Previously idling batteries would burst a generous amount of energy into this avatar, a hazy red aura leaking from him like steam to illustrate their manifestation. These would not neglect, especially, that blade, as it would surely find its way into the other. The Psycho himself, though, would find a home for the others blade in his chest, as indeed the biting edge of that weapon would find itself welcome, though not to a fully permeable host. It should stop short, embedded but a few inches in its new home, if only for theatrical motives. Those generous batteries issuing fourth such activity<C>
18:31:37 -§§-Tenishna <C> that the energies of the blade, for surely they were there and they were in effect to cause more than just bodily harm to the Psycho, would work to counter act them. Legions of highly adaptive runes flowing in torrents of arcane influence to grapple the contours of that blade and it’s swirling, white clouds. It would taste and know their energies, and find them desirable, and thusly devour them, resolving in themselves a tendency of resilience. This to say, as well, that the runes would find the means to prevent not only that cutting edge but supposedly the supernatural means of that cloud. This would find itself accompanied by the left hand rushing to meet the charge, grappling the arm attached to the others cutting edge, and use this bridge as a means to further construct the bridge between their two realities. Point one, no doubt, being the dagger; whose wound in and of itself would not be fatal save for an alteration of that defensive code rushing from the point of contact and into the others<C>
18:31:38 -§§-Tenishna <C> being, not indifferent to the grapple. This should be detailed, though, when the other would fully acknowledge the circumstances of the bridge. And, as to top it off, it would be apparent that the momentum of the rush would find itself readily absorbed, a diffusion of forwards energy into a more than unmoving barrier; the recoil of such would, surely, daze the rusher, as kinetic energy were met with supernatural means of remaining motionless. ::
18:40:08 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~Indeed, the single detail he failed to react to would soon prove nothing short of a pain in the ass. The blade intended for Its side would surely enter into the appearant flesh, just under the armor or the arm, and as he went to grapple him, he would literally reach right through him. The Falsified mock up of sky would dissipate at the exact moment that the true to life Kensa would appear, exactly at the furthest points behind him. This would make it extremely hard to react to as the Five foot Blade, aimed perfectly attempted to find the mark of his neck, from exactly behind him as mentioned before. In the exact moment before the strike connected, or would have, assuming the mans own steadfastness put him directly in the line of attack, a bolt of what appeared to be lightning struck the blade, allowing whatever effects that carried flow through him as well, or stop the aforementioned defenses he had just shown off. In effect, he had revealed what his defenses were to a fake, therefore allowing the real<C>
18:40:44 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~Deal to understand and render said defense useless now that he knew how it worked, making it possible to disect it.
19:03:46 -§§-Tenishna :: It was a disappointment, surely. As it were the other seemed prone to duck under the love of gifted knowledge, and here would partly find himself the reason for his own misfortune. Conduits of otherworldly energy would suggest the realization of the dramatic repose, and thus it would be. Let the blade land and the lightening strike; the other claimed a paltry knowledge of the matrixes which worked to conduct the Reaver’s ritual, insufficient for its own means. For as one would imagine the result become hauntingly similar to the proposed ends of the first feint. The blade would land, and find itself lodged and rather stuck but inches within this Psycho’s form. Steadily gracious batteries and sly manipulations presented a veritable armada of means, now, to render the act complete. As the other would present energies to subject the Psycho to these manipulations would hold original intentions intact, greeting each instance of the others energy with famished maws.<C>
19:03:47 -§§-Tenishna <C>Again they would taste, and again they would find pleasing, and again they would thusly devour. Variable energies falling like predestined puzzle pieces into these multitudinous defenses. Each offensive mark with its defensive counterpart, uniquely disposed of. The other’s supposition of knowing, and thusly being prepared to dissect, such receptacles would prove futile as each, as said, were crafted specifically for their oncoming encounter. So, as the very tools of dissection were to enter and attempt to examine this ones interiors they would find themselves victim to the same efforts; effortlessly disposed of. It should come, then, quickly to realization that the others blade were contently locked within the Psycho’s body, his vice unwilling to relinquish his new treasure. The other’s ambiguous resources were proving futile, means to peel time away from a clock as manipulations within the Psycho’s batteries neared their manifestation of the thing the other were to eventually fight. ::
19:38:36 [Sky_Kensa] ~:~He might find that the 'Batteries' were rather inadequite. Why, Because of an inherant ability of the sword. He would find that The sword literally Channeled the storage of energy, therefore pulling it effectively away from thier origanal intentions, into the swords bidding, using it against Tenishna. How? By using this infinate storage of energy to omnipoint the being that the blade was implanted in, and biotherically link it to the Giant Capacitor like blade.This siphoned all the energy regardless of amounts in an instant. Now, with literally no energy storage left, it would do as it was originally intended. The biotheric link lead straight into the walls of the planes. Meaning? Well as any astute planar being knows, any contact with it destroy said being making contact because it is infinitely larger and more powerful than the touching entity. This was made possible simply by allowing the blade penetration. Without even pausing the blade continued through completely, freeing itself.
20:11:53 -§§-Tenishna :: The others folly would be complete. His complete and rather embarrassing lack of comprehension in the fields he were attempting to manipulate would create a lapse in action and a counter which would wholly end him. Through the other’s misconception the batteries would, indeed, prove adequate. Overly so, rather, as their gratuitous pockets allowed more sound manipulations to end the others being. The physical form of the Psycho would become but a puppet in these actions, nothing more than a beacon from which these energies would torrent out. The other’s blade, so lovingly landed and set firm in his form would hold such null effect as the other may find it astonishing. Penetration of the blade held (Orangy rocked you on this one, Sky) no contact with the batteries of the Reaver. Rather instead an interface with the real receptors of the batteries influence, and through this step would not permit such a siphoning of energy. Instead the blade would attempt to soak up the patterns of lethal supernatural<C>
20:11:54 -§§-Tenishna <C> toxins fabricated by the rune structure. The blade would be the needle with which the heroin addict ends his own life, except for this particular junkie his foolishness would cause an instant demise. Since there would be no link to the Psycho’s omnipoint, in part because the other has little idea of what one is, so too did the attempt at a bioetheric assault become embarrassingly futile. (To say that Sky would even know what to do with bioetheric were it forced down his throat is a joke.) No link of the others assumption was formed, or even had the potential to be formed. Instead through this direct contact between rune and blade would the supernatural toxin be injected, torrents of energy pre-engineered in the tedious laboratories of past conflict to wholly destroy Sky’s complexion. It were a simple feat, one perhaps of even Sky’s limited comprehension could fathom just before his own demise. The blade itself would pull the energies into Sky under false pretenses and Sky would soon find<C>
20:12:01 -§§-Tenishna <C>himself horrendously obliterated, a manifestation of a defense inside the others body. The supernatural virus introduced into the new host would become a parasite, consuming Sky inside to out, for he were so very delicious (and that these particular runes would, through the previous contact between them, know very well the workings of Sky ‘pon all his levels of attempted contact, and given that nature, all of them). And, due to the foolish presumptions of Sky’s ability this would be no mere simulation of bacteria gnawing ‘pon a copse (for Sky is in effect nothing more than dead) but instead act in a manner similar to what Sky’s attack was meant to do. It would consume mind, body, and soul. Transplanar magic’s manipulated by a grand presence felt as the Reaver, thundering through the many facets of the omniverse with horrendous power. Upon no assent would Sky be sparred, and the task would be thusly executed. (In your terms, Sky, I did to you what you tried to do to me, but correctly.) ::