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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Sun Mar 13, 2016 9:29 pm


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"Stronger..."

A shocking, incredibly loud sound echoed throughout the area, before being swallowed up by the howling winds. A massive boulder had just exploded, its smaller pieces smashing against snow and chilled stone walls before tumbling down, and down, and down. They rubble continued to bounce down the side of the mountain until the white mask of the blizzard had completely hid it, and silenced it. A blue-haired woman looked over the edge, and found nothing left of the large rock she had just pummeled to oblivion. She would brush off a bit of the frost that had stuck onto her glove and then readjust it on her hand to make sure it was secure and that no cold was sneaking in to brush with her skin. She could break such a large piece of rock, larger than her with ease, yet was it enough?

"...Faster..."

She looked up, further towards the sky. She would crouch low, building up latent power into her knees before launching up, moving like a dark blur through the bleached winds. One step was all it took to scale hundreds of meters at a time. She would only touch back down for a second before blasting off with the tips of her toes again, leading her to nearly reach the summit of this icy mountain within moments. She was moving at such a breakneck pace that it was difficult to see what approached her, especially with the snow obscuring her vision. That is why she was not prepared for when she came racing toward a stone jutting out of the mountain. There was no time to change her trajectory, or to draw her sword at this speed. So... she simply braced herself.

"...Harder!"

Fantasia smashed straight through the obstacle elbow first, the frosted rocks scattering through the air like the debris of a firework. The youth would catch her footing with the sole of her boot and then come tumbling onto a strangely level surface, coated thickly with snow. She looked up, and realized that there was no more of the mountain to scale; she had reached the top, sooner than expected. That was right... the summit had been previously destroyed when last she was here. She had battled a mysterious figure, and the battle resulted in quite the fierce collateral damage. It was a nostalgiac memory, albeit one she had trouble remembering since it was so long ago. That figure... she was only a blur in Fantasia's memory now. The details of the battle... too foggy to recall in detail. She was simply human.

No matter, she wasn't here to reminisce. Someone as weak as her... needed to train, and keep training until she couldn't feel the sensations in her arms and legs. She'd been introduced to a whole new level of power and yet it still was so far away from the top. There were still evils she couldn't stop, and this fact wittled away at her, despite Varius' words of comfort. This old training grounds, in the living realm... when she wasn't training alongside the Shinigami, she could exercise here, until she was satisfied with her progress. She would stand, unsheathing her silvery blade with a dull metallic tone, extending it out away from her into the snowy atmosphere. Surely now, Varius would crack a joke about how cold the weather was up here...

But he didn't, which was unusual. Maybe he could sense Fantasia's seriousness to improve.



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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Mon Mar 14, 2016 12:51 pm


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Demonica Nightfang
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Song: UNKNOWN - Artist: UNKNOWN - Words: 1012

“.Up here again, . . . Lost in the snow again. . . “

Demonica had said softly, her words whisked away by the howling winds that stagnated here at the top of the world. However unlike normal stagnant area’s here was a region of roaring winds and biting snow, coiled together like a great dragon that was locked in a never ending battle. Yet she too had been here before, a long time ago when she still was a being bent on war and destruction, a raging child in a world that she didn’t even try to understand. Now she knew better and those wild raging days had come to a close, she had experienced heartbreak and sadness, betrayal and hatred from every facet of her life, until she just. . .Stopped caring. It wasn’t as if she never had existed because she still was very much alive, it was just that, she as a demon and an individual, had stopped caring, everything was irrelevant to her now, and that irrelevancy had turned her life into a dull scene of monochromatic colors.

Her green skin was interestingly enough free of frost and ice, it just hadn’t pushed up against her being, and there was a very good reason for this. Demonica naturally cut up anything that came in contact with her body unless of a similar durability to her own offensive power, and the snow and ice was very sparse in its makeup which made it easy for her to rip apart and blow out around her rather than for it to touch her directly. Meaning while she was subject to the biting cold, she wasn’t subject to the freezing snow particles that went hand in hand with it. Her bare feet crunching along lightly against the snowy surface of the rock below her, a demonic barrier separating her feet from the ground so she wouldn’t end up drilling a hole through the mountain.

Now why was the black king , one of the stronger demons in the demon world up here? It was fairly simple, she had sensed a familiar , nostalgic even, energy signature up here in the mountains. A girl that the demoness hadn’t forgotten for one simple reason, where as many despaired this girl had instead stuck it out. She hadn’t been afraid of what she was, nor afraid of what she could do, she just fought to the best of her abilities, and demonica could respect that. So the black king had decided to come and drop in to check up on the girl who had piqued her interested a little over three and a half odd ago or so from the time that she had previously run into her. With her body now covered by a simple cloak she had kicked off and fell into the abyss, sure mount everest was still the tallest mountain but the summit was gone, from that fateful encounter between the two of them , and now? Demonica wanted to see, to test, and to for some odd reason, help this girl push past her limits through one simple method. By being the insurmountable wall that she had to break through and overcome, that was what the demoness was willling to become for now.

“You seem to be doing well, fantasia, im glad to see you survived the past three and a half years, you have grown.”

Her appearance was different now, no longer did she have the band-saw horns that originally graced her crown , and her height had seriously diminished. Pale skin and supple breasts seemed to be gone, replaced by this green skinned brown eyed individual that stood before her. However one thing that hadn’t changed? Was her undeniable strength, as demonica oozed power now, unlike before, her demonic energies being enough to stain this patch of icy wind and snow with pure demonic miasma, she wasn’t showing off her strength however instead she was merely letting the runn-off energy flow outwards into the environment around her as she said softly, in a tone that echoed like that day three and a half years ago, when they had met on this sheared off peak.

”..You know, i finally learned how to suppress my demonic tendencies. . . I learned to become better than the sum of my parts, and got stronger, however.. How strong have you become . . . Fantasia Nevermore?” “

The way demonica spoke was rather subdued but there still was a trace of that fiery demon that had come so long ago from hell on a quest to understand and learn from the world around her, a demon which had faced many battles, many wars, and been forgotten neglected to only be found again, to grow stronger from it. The past four years had been hell for the demoness and now ? She wanted to see how strong fantasia had become, wanted to see if she was finally able to overcome that wall which she had failed to overcome four years ago, and so she’d finally inquire.

”..Have you been doing well, fantasia?..”

And those last tones.. Seemed… almost sentimental, as if the demon who thought her humanity was impossible to gain had finally learned how to be a human after seeing the atrocities of the world.


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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:07 pm


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The malice-sated spiritual signature of demonkind struck her at nearly the same time a chilling feminine voice did, and Fantasia's reaction was intense. Light infused into the metal of her blade to cast a light among the otherwise obscure, just as she swung the slender weapon in a circle around to face the source of both unexpected phenomena. Meanwhile her other hand, the left, folded all but the first two fingers against her palm and jabbed outwards in the same direction, causing Fantasia's spiritual energy to surge forth with invisible forces. A tunnel was carved out of the blizzard, catching the mysterious being within. There was now nothing in between them to hide each other from view, their visages clear as daylight. While Fantasia maintained her energy, the snow and hail would not step in the way, instead forming an entropic cylinder around them.

''How do you know our name?!'' were the first words Fantasia shouted to her, after a short pause of confusion. The female before her was someone she clearly did not recognize, and yet she spoke familiar of Fantasia. The fact that she could discern the signature of a demon on this entity only further troubled her, as one of their kind was as likely to become friendly with her as a hollow was. Trickery and psychological games were well-acquainted concepts with demons, as far as her research has turned up. She was not about to simply take this girl's word for truth so easily. Believe she was rejecting her blood? Nonsensical at this time; Fantasia answered with hostility, clearly shown by the down-turned corners of her lips and fire in her azure hues. ''Who, or... what do you think you are?!''

There was a decent distance between them, large enough for Fantasia to react if she was rushed down, but short enough for her to easily close it in the blink of an eye. Not for a second did she believe the Demon's innocence, and thus her body showed clear indications of tensions. She was more than ready to strike, and to fight for her life. In a way, Fantasia felt the irony in that she had asked for something along these lines; a challenge. If there was some sort of god in the sky, then this was His answer to Fantasia's unsettled thoughts. If such was the case, then this enemy was no ordinary enemy, but something very powerful and something very meaningful. She didn't know what to believe in this case, and she could sense Varius' confusion on his end as well. Perhaps they were both just actors in this game of fate.

''We do not have a reason to fight you, creature... yet,'' Fantasia admitted, still pointing her finger and sword at her like readied daggers. Her tone was completely serious and lacking any sort of cordiality. ''But perhaps that is why you are here, isn't it? It is because of us that you stand before us, and it is a challenge we must overcome. That is the conclusion we have come to.'' After stating this, she would open her palm up and thrust it forward vehemently, causing the tunnel of empty air to rapidly expand outward for a brief moment, casting aside the winter winds and striking the Demon with a dull pulse of kinetic force—an intimidation. Then she grasped her Zanpakutō with both hands and pointed its tip upwards.

''If that is so, then we shall not go easy on you.''



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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Tue Mar 15, 2016 2:02 am


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“How do you forget.. When three and a half years ago. “

Demonica began to say as fantasia had thrust kinetic energy at her. The force impacting the demon and distorting along the very outer rim of her layered demon barrier. Yet she wasn’t quite done yet, because as her energy rose her body would warp and contort to a form she hadn’t taken in a long time. A bandsaw tail on her rear whirring and swirling around swishing listlessly from one side to the other. Bandsaw horns sprouting on her head due to her bodily manipulation, her appearance shifting to match that day that they had met so long ago. Blinking lightly she would stretch putting one arm over her head and bending her body to the side, her cloak barely concealing her now not-so modest bust given the cloak itself had been made geared more towards a small child than a fully grown adult.

“Is this form more recognisable?”

Demonica asked, while she had walked through the kinetic blast, which dissipated around her demon barrier like water parting around a rock in the middle of the surf. Before she decided to give fantasia a taste of what she was capable of, her demonic energy exploding outwards to destroy a good portion of the peak, demonic energies and nuclear energies expanding outwards from her body which was the general epicenter of this cataclysmic ball of energy that instantly decimated and melted the snow within an 8th of a mile of both combatants. She also had decided it would be fitting to point it out to her , while her energy soared into the realm of the heavens themselves, she had finally decided to explain just who she was, and why she knew fantasia in the first place.

”We met at this very place actually, i am demonica nightfang.”

If she didn’t remember that name there wasn’t much more she could do for fantasia, however for now the demoness had brought her fist up and jerked it through the air. Breaking the sound barrier and throwing a raw shockwave at her that would further scar and shatter the ground itself as she remained stationary in her position, it wasn’t as if the demoness was simply just standing there however. There was a method to her madness so to speak, she wanted to gauge fantasia’s reactions, and how she handled this situation, as demonica herself.. She didn’t see a point in this worlds continued existence but she thought. Maybe , just maybe she could figure out a way to go, a path to follow based on how this girl decides to deal with this fight, not however in a “random luck” sort of way or through omens. She wanted to see if there was people worth getting to know in this world still, and fighting? That was the language she understood best.

“I mean how does one not remember a thrashing like that?”

She’d finish as she let out a soft chuckle, her demonic energy radiating out around her, although she herself hadn’t really made a move yet. As she was the one testing fantasia here, it wasn’t just some random spar.


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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Tue Mar 15, 2016 10:50 pm


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Intimidated not by Fantasia's show of force, the blue-haired girl was not very surprised. The being was in all likelihood acclimated to power. Especially if her presumption was true, before her stood one of an equal level or greater than her own. Scare tactics held no place here, it seemed, so she did not need to use them. Only action was necessary, and it was her true capability that would be tested. Her palms loosened and tightened around the Paragon's grip, finding a comfortable in-between. Her mouth opened to release a pent-up breath, before beginning to regulate itself for the battle to come. Either of these actions were inconspicuous in contrast to the volatile atmosphere around them, but they helped the girl in small ways. She was concentrating; meditating, trying to cast aside the excessive noise of the world and attune her senses to her own self and the demon's self.

Her eyes closed for a long time as the winds howling dwindled into a slight whisper, the blanket of white fog clearing away; meanwhile, the sound of her own breath was deafening, and the sight of the being before her was like a torchlight in the darkness, every detail immensely apparent. It was as though she had just stepped into the eye of the storm, where the chaos was calmest. With newfound vision, she witnessed her foe, a woman who had changed from one unrecognizable form to another, and sought recollection from Fantasia. She stared at her with wide open eyes, but no recognition came, no matter how long she looked. ''It does not matter to us what form you take, demon. You are, who you are, and if you were drawn here to contest us then we will oblige.''

Then a wicked force struck back at her, causing Fantasia to cringe and shut her eyes as wind blasted into her face. Then there was a clear wave of heat—nonsensical in this terrain—that further pushed against her. causing her cape and loose bits of clothing to flap wildly behind her. Whatever energy source the demon was using, its scale would suddenly increase dramatically, almost causing the youth to stumble in surprise by sheer shock factor. She had made herself clear; she wouldn't be extending mercy either. When Fantasia reopened her eyes, there was a slight blur before she witnessed what had occurred. The snow in the air was gone, having turned to steam for just a moment before condensing almost as quickly...

It was now raining upon them heavily.

This surprise would last only a moment until the one who called herself Demonica delivered an attack, causing Fantasia to regather her focus and steady her stance. The thoughts of her mind fell behind the pace of her body. She would only raise her weapon slightly before slashing downwards through the air; it seemed as though she had struck nothing, but it was the demon's indirect assault that would be bisected by the sharp edge of the blade. A clean cut—no collateral damage, meaning nothing that wasn't intended to be sliced had not been touched. ''Our memories of the past are dull and blurred. It is so difficult for us to retain them. Even if you indeed had met us in the past, that memory has long been deserted. A result of our instability...''

Immediately after granting such an insight into her character, Fantasia would let go of her sword with her left hand and thrust it out once more like an animalistic claw. Force rocketed out, taking form, and this time it was much more sharpened and dense. It would be invisible until it made contact with Demonica's barrier, after which the barely discernible outline of a giant's hand would be seen intensely gripping the force field as though to crush it. Fantasia narrowed her eyes and broke a sweat across her brow as she was clearly struggling, these efforts being reflected as the phantasmal hand pressed in on the shield from all sides. If no progress could be made, then she would simply pull in her hand, thus drawing both the woman and her barrier straight towards her.

That's when she grasped the Paragon with both hands and pointed it forward like a lance, intending to pierce. She kicked off with her back foot through the rain, empowering her weapon with pure white light to increase its cutting power. The forces would collide, and Fantasia intended to impale her target right through the shield, through her gut. Where blunt force failed, Fantasia figured a sharpened edge would not, especially with the multi-thousand ton weight behind the weapon.



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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Thu Mar 17, 2016 10:58 pm


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”..You’ve gotten stronger however i still sense hesitation, you still can get much .. much stronger.”

Demonica had felt it the crushing weight around her demon barrier as if the air pressure itself had quintupled in her generalized vicinty, and she was impressed, very impressed at the girl’s advancement. This wasn’t the helpless naive child that she had met all those years ago on this summit. This was, well a warrior. Albeit one with memory problems and a strange personality to top it all off, but a warrior none the less, and the demoness could respect her power, the place she had carved herself out in this rough world ever since she had run from the peak of this very mountain in their first encounter. That time, she hadn’t even thought her to be a threat, or a challenge, merely a child who needed to be awakened to the facts of this world itself in general. Now, it was a different story, she could feel the strength she radiated, the power that she had gained and she respected it, the strength she had amassed

However She needed to understand the gap between them , the wall of raw power that was the black king’s strength. So the black king to make this abundantly clear first released her barrier, causing the intangible force that was gripping her to be shredded given it was a type of energy, and thus it was able to be cut by her natural body and then? She had raised an index finger as her opponent charged, a single index finger. Yet what would happen would be astounding, due to the shredding nature of her offense, she was able to first slow down the blade, but then through hardening of the demon energy into a shield on the sole point of that index finger she was able to hault the thousands of tons of pressure behind the attack without budging, due to the fact it was the equivalent of her whole shield being focused solely on the point of impact, with such a jarring affect it would be easy for the demoness to cancel out the absurd force of the charging blade, however all that energy would have to go somewhere correct?

Where it went was simple the force was transfered into a pure concussive shockwave that blasted outwards after it could no longer go forward due to the immense strength and the defense noted from the way she was able to manifest her partial akuma kyodo, which was by instead of utilizing it with her entire body, she focused it upon a singular point or multiple points, and by logic this meant she was able to pour more energy into it, and strengthen it beyond normal means, hence how she was able to block the blade itself, Next. She had focused her attention on her opponent and said in a voice that was neither partonizing nor condescending. But rather in a tone that was on the border of a grudging respect for the individual that was infront of her, for her strength and her power, but more for her determination to become so strong in such a short time wasn’t an easy feat.

”..I’ll acknowledge your strength this time, you have definitively gotten stronger, much , much stronger. “

Before finishing now? Demonica had vanished in a movement that was a mix of supercharging her demon energies into her legs and sheer movement combined with her short stature to allow her to appear behind fantasia, the after image infront vanishing within a moments notice as her foot which was raised over the top of her head snapped down with a deafening boom of the sound barrier suddenly being eviscerated by the brutal strength that was being unleashed. Infact if it hit her? She would be pounded into the depths of the himalaya mountain , however if it missed? A faultline a half mile deep would form in the very foundations of the mountain itself, causing general shakes and quakes from the sheer power she had just unleashed in all but a moment's notice, as this was her power, she was a being of unimaginable destruction and carnage, a being that was used to not finding a challenge, and this being? She had hopes for Fantasia, hopes because she could acknowledge the growing strength inside the girl, and had a hope that this fight would be anything but the monotonous dance of prey and predator, but instead would be the fufilling fight necessary to bring her dormant demonic blood back to a rolling boil.

”.Don’t fall behind”

Was all the demoness said as she unleashed a flurry of variating kicks, moving through the air nimbly before vanishing via shadow-step and appearing to the right with a momentary burst of acceleration, coming in close and personal to release a powerful forward punch, her shredding body allowing it so that if she tried to slash she would be met with a wall of essentially slashes eminating from demonica’s very body, if it hit? She would get the force of the punch but it would be pure slashing , pure. Violent slashing. With that? The rematch of the decade had finally begun.

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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Sun Mar 20, 2016 1:39 am


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It wouldn't have been exaggeration to declare that there was a lot of force behind Fantasia's sword. If the attack had been directed down into the peak of the mountain then likely the summit would suffer much further damage than it already has, trimming the height of the peak once again. The fact that it was focused all into a single fine tip made it even more dangerous; Fantasia knew this would pierce most foes all the way through, among the various defenses they also possessed. So it was completely unrealistic in Fantasia's mind when her enemy offered only a single digit of her hand to stop such a brutal stab, effortlessly freezing her weapon in place without giving a single centimeter of ground. It was so unexpected that as Fantasia's body continued forward with the thrust, she ended up hitting herself in the stomach with the butt of her own sword.

''Hunh?'' was her only utterance, completely unheard due to the deafening shockwave of all of her attack's force being diverted in all other directions besides the one she meant them to travel in. She looked at the Paragon's blade, refusing to move forward, then upwards into the Demon's eyes with a tinge of anger. She was being spoken to by something that clearly considered itself a mentor, or at the very least an exemplar. Yes, Fantasia viewed her as an obstacle to be overcome, but to be treated as a larva yet to have been developed was insulting... very much something to be expected from the wicked and unpleasant. The one who called herself Demonica was only useful to her as a challenge to be struck down.

And to think an illusion of speed would fool her was just another illustration of that. As soon as the pressure was relieved from her sword, her spiritual sense was extended and the demon's position was pinpointed in an instant; the most obvious place she could appear. It was more the way that her foe decided to attack her that surprised—and, disgusted—her. Her foot rose and was about to fall like a hammer on top of her, something that could easily be dodged by Fantasia in her current state. However, if the attack missed then her heel would strike the mountain and cause excessive damages to the landscape. To cause this wanton destruction meant that the demon clearly did not care of the world she resided in, likely because it was not her own.

''NO.''

Fantasia's voice was not a request, but a command. Her sword brightened considerably with white light as the girl infused more spiritual energy into the weapon, accelerating its speed as she swung it around to intercept Demonica's falling axe of a foot. Her weapon couldn't even be tracked by a normal eye, leaving only an arc of light to trace its trajectory. It would seem instant, the action, as the Paragon caught the base of her heel horizontally and then Fantasia prioritized absolute strength in order to redirect her foot to the right. Her own legs would bend under the power of such a strike, and she couldn't stop the ground beneath her boots from cracking either. Yet the result, as her weapon came to the apex of its swing, would be that a blast of kinetic force would surge out in that direction and completely distort the space for a brief moment. The rain too would clear out of the way of the kinetic force as well, before shortly returning. And Demonica's foot would not land on the ground but instead be thrown to the right and left in the air.

''Don't. You have no right to ravage a land not your own with your reckless attacks. It is not something we will allow, demon.'' With that, she brought her weapon back to the forefront, already in preparation for the next assault. She employed the style of Kaifu Kuryoku, the resilience form—the idea was to become the eye of the storm, where her enemy represented the storm. When a flurry of kicks was unleashed her way, the Paragon swam fluidly through the air while releasing a trail of light like a comet's tail, singing melodic metal tones with each swipe. Demonica's every strike was not met, but brushed away by sideways counters, never truly meeting any force head-on. Only the damp air would feel the brunt of that.

When the barrage would finally come to an end as she tried a different approach, Fantasia would glance in the direction she came from, bringing the Paragon up to bear towards her. The metal gleamed with brilliant energy, stored from dynamism of their exchange. The energy within was not only her own, but Demonica's as well, and using that energy... As she charged headlong at Fantasia, three bursts of light would eject from the weapon and three figures would appear around the enemy as though they had utilized the speed of shunpo. Demonica was suddenly running into a net of swords that aimed to trip, push, and spin her into a disarray. The straightforward rush was turned into sloppy tumble through the air, caused by the now four duplicates of Fantasia guiding her that way... upside down.

The degree by which the demon's opposing force increased should have been shocking. With four bodies now on the battlefield, Fantasia's power logically would increase by four times. But, more than that, the presence of these clones increased that power in the others as well, combining into a rather exponential growth. As for an exact calculation; four clones meant that each individual's capability would have doubled, making Fantasia's side variably eight times greater than a moment ago. It made the previously impossible idea of moving this obstacle, now possible, with only just this extension of her body.

As the girls would slide under and step past the entity they had vaulted into the air, they each turned their glowing weapons towards her and threw menacing glares in her direction. Just four, they thought, meaning that despite the initial odds, this fight is absolutely possible. We will bring out an entire army to defeat her, if necessary. We will show her the meaning of a stampede...

''From one: an army. You will know just how much stronger we can be!''




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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Sun Mar 27, 2016 6:05 pm


THE BLACK KING



Demonica Nightfang
ブラックキング


Song: UNKNOWN - Artist: UNKNOWN - Words: 1012

“KEKEKEK!”[/b]

The Black king’s small smile rippled across her face, as she saw her attacks avoided, her blows diverted, the blows that could shatter this very mountain to rubble, brushed aside instead of being taken on directly. Oh it was bliss, incomparable bliss, that caused the demon’s stoic expression to change into one that was like the grin of death itself. The Body of the girl seemed to shimmer with energy that would grow exponentially in that moment, rising and rising in comparison to that boiling blood that seemed to thrum through her long stagnated veins. She was a destroyer, a warrior, a real life berserker that was born to kill, to shred, to rip everything apart and reduce it to ash. And yet! Here she was fighting again, even after her soul had been broken, after her body had been used, after she had devoted it all for love, and what did it get her? What was the point, the heartache the excess despair. The pieces of her life left to be picked up once more, yet spread apart to thin to ever probably be put together again, yes as she punched, she kicked and she fought with fantasia her mind was elsewhere, and yet her mind was also there, in the adrenaline of the fight.

She had once been lost, the world was a never ending expanse of grey for her, nothing aroused her interest. She just killed when provoked and she had other then that remained docile, without any real thought to how she was living her life. Stuck in stasis, not moving forward, not moving back, just existing. That was how the shadow of the black king had coped in these past months, how she had “survived” so to speak, and now? She could feel the adrenaline the raw energy that was pumping through her body heating her up so that when the sparks flew and the flurry ended, she had paused as her opponent fantasia seemed to make duplicates, as she had last time she made these clones that suddenly seemed to move rapidly as she was still in freefall, a “net” of blades was rapidly approaching, and demonica slowly seemed to react to each one, because her body was in essence one giant blade she only had to suddenly in the midst of freefall, jerk her foot down and spin. Using the ability she had to suddenly accelerate to a mach speed and instead of going straight she had spun, her foot jerking around to slam each one of the “blades” out of the way because with the strength needed to crush and change the landscape at a whim, it wouldn’t be a stretch to assume her power was great
enough to bat away swords. Especially when she herself was in essence a living blade.


Yet as the demoness blocked once sword had managed to smack into her skin sending her slamming into the ground, and only then had a demented laughter that shook the mountains themselves rang out. She wasn’t quite awake yet, but that love tap had certainly caused the demoness to take this a tad more seriously, and because of that? The ground would suddenly shatter as her body sliced it apart, each step would be on her demon barrier because the ground itself was turning into powder around her now, her body changing back into the green small form it originally was in tail swishing from one side to the other, her lidded eyes counting the clones and fantasia not really caring which one of them was the original , but instead figuring out what to do with them, how she was going to crush this girl to a pulp. Then she thought, if she was going to fight why not just up the speed , and beat her senseless because if she couldn’t touch her then she couldn’t really fight now could she? So the demoness then would utilize a demonic skill in conjunction with her natural body. Causing the very air itself to shimmer as she simply exhaled, and then activated it, her shadow steps’ “Shadow Burst” Mode that is, and then she would vanish all together..

Then the heavens themselves would seem to explode shearing blades of wind jettisoned from the cutting surface of a body moving at speeds that were at least mach 4. This being possible because of her shadow burst’s effect, quadrupling her speed, allowing her to in essence move at immense speeds that would cause her to instead of having a visible trail, it would be almost like she was teleporting because of the short distance she was moving, much faster than what a normal flashstep or shadow step would be, because she would have literally appeared out of thin air and in that same motion, slammed her fist down into the first fantasia she ran into, the force being enough to completely tear through the clone or at the very least send her burrowing into the rockface of the mountain because of her sheer speed having not only quadrupled, but done so in such a limited space that it truly made the most of these motions.

Next the black king had appeared between two clones feet spinning out to scissor kick both in the side of the head sending either or shooting off into different directions. Landing on the ground afterwards her feet sizzling while she wasn’t exactly done yet, she would next utilize reitsu drain a ability tied to a demon’s magic to essentially siphon off a bit of the energy that was moving around fantasia and then it would be incorperated into her own body, causing her energy to skyrocket even further, however that wasn’t really the end of it either. Instead the demoness decided to take it a step further, as she utilized this energy her hand jerked back and then it happened a blackened ball of flame flickered in the palm of her hand, growing and growing until it seemed to sap the shadows from the mist of the snow-storm, the shadows in caverns along the mountain, behind the crags and rockfaces, and concentrated into a singular part as she dripped some of her blood into the mix, and from there? Well she would fire it and then would smash it between her hands causing a sudden detonation that would essentially send fragmented bursts of energy in every direction shredding it up and dispersing it as a form of lethal “shrapnel” so to speak.

As that went out? She grinned in the midst of the howling snow, because of what the girl then said , something that amused her down to her core. Quantity over Quality? A single man or woman could kill hundreds simply because that single person was stronger, better suited to survive than the other person, this wasn’t a matter of how many people could be created or how many combatants she faced. This was a matter of strength, and the fact was even with fantasia’s current increases in energy? Even with all this power being exuded from her? It probably wouldn’t matter as demonica herself had never truly gotten serious, used everything she had that is, she always instead relied on her strength and brutal power to get the job done, but now? She was ready to for this person atleast, to fight her with the strength and potential she could unleash, and thats why as the air itself seemed to distort , she had expanded the radius of energy around her and in turn tainted the radius around them, and in doing so her zao ka’s influence unless combated would double her speed, her strength, her general power, yet for now? Demonica nightfang would have tilted her head and said in a slow manner.



”..Numbers can be crushed by overwhelming strength, Be you one or one million, i will crush you with this strength of mine, just as i have crushed many others.”


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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Mon Mar 28, 2016 6:37 pm


HERO OF JUSTICE



NEW SONG

Four different instances of Fantasia; four bodies, but all of them connected to one consciousness. As the one on the far left took a tempered step forward, blinking, breathing in a controlled manner through her nose... it was no different from a normal human being controlling the various digits of their hand, but scaled up. It just a part of Fantasia, and not an individual by herself. To refer to her, one had to acknowledge her as all copies present. That was the crux of the girl, defining her lifestyle, mannerisms, and character. She always spoke as 'we' and 'us' because that was the proper way to refer to herself; something... plural. Not all that Demonica saw was even the whole of it. Fantasia's consciousness extended beyond the millions and billions, approaching infinity. These bodies were just yet to be created, and resided latent within her mind until then.

Four sets of trained eyes focused in on their opponent, giving Fantasia four different points of view on her. Every action she made was under a scrutinizing gaze. Tensions were high-strung, the clones ready to move at the flick of a wrist. But instead of something so subtle, the demon before them seemed to become a nova of force, pulverizing the foundation they stood upon before any of them had a chance to react. Only after the initial surge struck them would Fantasia catch herself and move to the front of her group; the Paragon swung forward and then began to spin in front of her like a fan against her palm. She was not even moving the weapon between her fingers anymore—rather, through her concentration and willpower, she was causing the weapon to spin by itself. THe living weapon gave off its brilliant white glow and continued to pick up the pace, blurring itself into the solid shape of a disk. The spiral would create a barrier, blocking the extreme forces and allowing her companions behind her to more easily find their footing.

Then like a monster emerging from the darkness of night, their foe materialized through the storm of water and snow. Fantasia would actually feel the impact upon her blade before she saw it; Demonica's blow stopped the spinning of the Paragon completely, deafening her hearing with the metallic tone of her weapon vibrating. Thankfully, Fantasia had not been holding her weapon in this case, or else the jarring impact might have injured her arm. What shocked the girl was rather seeing Demonica being able to stop all the built-up momentum from the Paragon like she did, causing her eyes to widen infinitesimally as their faces came so close to each other... before she vanished again.

'Formation,' the blue-haired girl communicated to her clones through thought, the response being much quicker as such. They wasted no time for even this short a distance, using the Shinigami skill Flash Step to position themselves all together in a tight ring, facing outwards with swords at the ready. Their field of vision covered any angle that their foe could arrive from. That is why, when she tried to insert herself between two of the clones, she found her chest smashed inward by the two glowing blades of her targets, already prepared to intercept her. The weapons had moved as fast as Demonica had, if not faster, and once again there had been that luminescence emanating from them during the maneuver. It would seem that Fantasia could empower the velocity of her weapon with spiritual power in much the same say one did their body during Flash Step. She could cause the Paragon to move faster than the limits of her own physical form.

No small victory was completely and utterly in her favor, however, as both of them had been intending to cut through Demonica with the additional power they had expunged. Rather, the blades refused to draw even a single drop of blood from the durable body of the demon, only managing to thrust her away from the group. Subsequently, a wave of exhaustion would strike these two clones and cause them to gasp and stumble. There was a moment of confusion among Fantasia, as a seemingly invisible force had robbed half of the clones of their stamina. There was a faltering in their formation, and Demonica now sought to take advantage of it as she collected energy into the form of a shadowy conflagration, intended for them. One of the duplicates that hadn't been hit by the enervation would push through the other and launch herself to the front just as the massive attack was launched. This clone was prepared to sacrifice herself in order to stop the threat, building up energy of her own in front of her as she charged like a bull. But then, to her utter dismay, Demonica smashed her own attack between her two palms.

The resulting detonation sent the destructive dark attack in all directions without prejudice, annihilating the mountaintop moreso than it would Fantasia herself. Rather than focus her strength into a singular point to take out her enemies, this demon was just attempting to cause collateral damage. Immediately following her surprise was a flare of anger, twisting her expression into a scowl. She would accelerate her speed, sending her coursing forward with a sonic boom, her body glowing with light. This lone light easily smashed through the unfocused attack like a spear, and crashed into Demonica light a meteor with all the power she had, her left arm taking the brunt of the impact. She would attempt to shove the both of them straight off the top of the mountain, which now blackened with the demon's wicked flames. The clone would bite down on her own teeth, gritting them hard as she experienced the pain of her arm being mutilated upon contact. Splashes of blood erupted between them, the limb now a mangled and eviscerated mess, but Fantasia could only leer into Demonica's dull eyes with anger.

''This was not part of our fight!'' she shouted into her face as she swung her other arm on her face, smashing the butt of her Zanpakutō straight into her nose, pushing her away from Fantasia in mid flight several meters, but still within earshot. ''This land is not your foe, we are! Do you really have such little control over your power? Can you not help yourself from the destruction?'' After yet another exchange of words, Fantasia propelled herself toward Demonica again, slashing upwards with the Paragon to send her into the sky. Her weapon glowed more brightly than ever, teeming with the energy of hostility; feeding off the intensity of the fight. It would unleash a powerful strike, powerful enough to move mountains, mountains such as Demonica. Unlike her, this force was honed for one purpose, with no excess force. To move her away from this mountain.

But given that Fantasia couldn't fly, the lone duplicate lost her momentum and began to fall down, down to the side of the mountain. Her bloodied arm flapped uselessly in the descent, a trail of blood following her all the way down. She looked up at Demonica with nothing but fury in her eyes, not even blinking. The expression on her face had a voice of its own, silently screaming at the demon: 'What is wrong with you?!' There was no beauty, no honor, no grace in the way Demonica fought. It only spurred Fantasia to push harder against this obstacle, but these extreme emotions threatened to take control of her. She wished this to be a clean contest, but clearly she had expected too much from a villain. These were her thought as she helplessly fell towards a hard, unforgiving slope of the mountain...

Her body was cushioned by the arms of a clone before crashing against the ice and the stone, her legs and back consoled by the warmth of her own embrace. Repercussions... doppelgangers that could be created from the damage withstood from an enemy. Fantasia sensed the dull throb of her left arm, agonizing with the last few nerves it had remaining, feeling the sickly crimson liquid ooze over her flesh. Due to the conflict and pain caused by their clash, the girl could use the energy that sparked between them as a resource to create more clones. That is why she was saved from the fall, as she'd duplicated in mid-air so that she could be caught.

''Seven,'' she counted, extending her senses out to feel how many clones of her were present now. There were the two down the declivity of the mountain's summit, where the snow was still snow rather than rain, and the black flames had not reached. Then there were five atop what remained of the mountain's peak, one being recently created from the fighting there as well. They stood safely between two burning pyres, protected by the clone whom had charged straight through Demonica's attack and split it down the middle. She grit her teeth again as she was lowered to the ground, caressing her injured arm and allowing her cerulean bangs to fall over her eyes as she looked down at the snow. ''Tch... We can't stop her if she aims for the mountain... but we will make this monster rue her actions when all is said and done.''

Then, looking up with piercing red eyes, she shouted towards the heavens where Demonica hung. ''YOU HEAR THAT?! WE WILL MAKE YOU REGRET YOUR DEMONIC NATURE!'' The voice was amplified by her very power, creating a shockwave that reversed the torrential flow of rain and snow. The particles that once were falling down now rose up higher into the air, carried by Fantasia's voluminous declaration. Spiritual energy coursed out over the mountain, surrounding it with light for several seconds before dulling. Then as the light faded, nature resumed its rightful course again. Fantasia's action... Demonica would now sense the presence of even more clones. Copies that seemed to emerge from the snowy mountain itself, an additional five to the already-present seven, for a total of twelve. It may not have seemed like a great deal, but with each of these clones the power of all would rise at an exponential rate, seeming to be stronger simply due to the presence of allies. The original four, together, caused the overall power of Fantasia to increase by eight times. Now, with twelve, the level of reiatsu had risen to fourty-eight times.

This number would only continue to increase at an alarming rate, as each clone added an ever greater surge of power to Fantasia as a whole. But how would such be stopped when it was conflict and hostility that drove this wild force? The more intense this battle became, the more imposing this once average Shinigami turned into. Fantasia was demonstrating to her opponent why she was classified as a tier zero warrior.



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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Defrosted [Fantasia, Demonica]   Mon Mar 28, 2016 10:43 pm


THE BLACK KING



Demonica Nightfang
ブラックキング


Song: UNKNOWN - Artist: UNKNOWN - Words: 1012


“Sturdy.”

Demonica’s expression seemed to shift from a small smirk to one that threatened to split her face apart as her first blow was stopped, sparks and a thunderous explosion of colliding kinetic force blowing a hole in the cloud that was causing this windstorm, the moment lapse of sunshine only then being swallowed up once again by the howling snow, this blade was strong enough and fast enough to match her enhanced speed. Yet for now, she had a notion in her mind that was more than simple lust, no it was much more, as she was dancing blow for blow with this blue haired girl, it wasn’t her trying to teach a lesson anymore, instead it was much more than that. The beat that carried through her veins was no longer a whisper, but instead a loud war-drum of frenzied adrenaline as for the first time in ages the black kings muscles seemed to come alive, her strength seemed to rip out across the landscape, it was more then a fight for the demon, it was a way of life. An insatiable urge that could never be quenched, the monotone was blown away and her world was in multicolor, yet there was only one focus in the midst of this fight. It was Winning, be it against one, or against an army, she would once again crush this girl, it wasn’t about teaching her the ways of the world anymore, it was her own animalistic urge that on an instinctual level aknowledged this girl as a predator, not prey.



As she came in again, her attacks again had been thwarted. Her body ramming into twin blades that had rammed into her, and why didn’t it work though? It wasn’t because of her durability, with the strength that fantasia had 8 times her original strength roughly? It would have been possible to cleave through her if it was just her skin itself. Instead the reason those blades had been stopped was because of her cutting body type. Being an incarnation of a blade, made it so their blades rammed against her and canceled eachother out. Even more then canceling out demonica’s attack, it seemed she had managed to be repelled aswell of all things, her tiny form streaking back like a bullet in the midst of the snow storm, her green toes digging through the bedrock and her brown white ringed eyes seemed to glance into the storm once more, the wind howling around her. The demoness’s mind sharpening as it snapped into what would be called “Battle Mode”, and she wondered when the last time was that she had such fun, and had more importantly had an opponent that was able to match her in such a way.

Then Fantasia came through her attack, a comet of power that had smashed straight into the demoness, who at the moment, had been giving off an extreme amount of heat, taking both herself and demonica off the side of the mountain, and as demonica fell? She looked up only to have a Zanpakutō slam directly into her face more precisely into her nose, causing her to jerk even further backwards. Several feet even if it only smarted due to her body being able to remove most of the general damage, hearing her opponent rant about how the land itself wasn’t her enemy but instead that her enemy was fantasia and fantasia alone, and this? This statement coupled with paragon swinging up directly was enough to make that smile turn into a frown, her hand extending forward now, as she wouldn’t bat paragon away. Instead, through the feet of utilizing her offensive slashing affect to essentially smash into the sword and reduce the force to nothing, due to the forces canceling eachother out, because even with the added energy that was teeming through the blade known as paragon which made it shine like a star in the middle of this unruly winter storm. There still was a major factor to put into play.

The Factor that now because of how she was able to taint the mountain with her energy? Her offense was twice as strong, and she would have felt it, the power thrumming through her body as she let her lips curve into a smile that would look like it belonged in a horror show rather than on the face of a child such as her body was. Her razor backed teeth showing with the toothy grin as she looked at the girl her extended palm having the bladed edge resting against it for the moment, before she had noticed something, even if it wasn’t a major injury, blood was running from her palm from intercepting the attack, that caused her to pause and marvel as she said as if it was a notion that hadn’t even crossed her mind in the first place, something which made demonica’s amusement just explode onto a whole new level while she had vanished while the clone fell, literally vanished because at the moment? She had roughly eight times what her normal speed was causing her to vanish at a speed that made the air itself implode behind her, her body jerking outwards a mere instantaneous blur in the vast sea of white as she appeared infront of the clone that had just become two clones while they had been in freefall. Her bloodied hand jerking forward with such speed that the punch that she unleashed now had enough force to probably decimate cities, a punch that could level the entire mountain probably, and she drove it, point blank, directly into the clones, probably eviscerating them to the point that when they hit the ground, they would look more like mangled lumps then a once living being.

“Two Down.”

Was all she said as she vanished with a bang, flying up the mountain at a speed that caused anything within the vicinity, loose rocks be they the size of boulders , trees and anything else to be pulled up through the vacuum that was demonica’s body moving at such an intense speed, meaning as she in not even a thousandth of a second jerked above the summit, the sheer force of wind around her blasting the snow apart off the summit, while she moved forward her body vanishing again while the mountain itself seemed to shatter from the force she exuded on kickoff, her fist jerking forward suddenly to plow into a clones face with such force that it would literally break the summit further from the shock wave alone. While the punch itself probably contained similar power to the previous punch that had slammed into the clones that had been in contact with her previously. Next the demoness wouldn’t even pause, she would vanish as the rubble that had been collected from her trek up the mountain side had slammed into the group of clones and she had appeared above staring down at fantasia for the moment, while she seemed to take in how there was multiple copies of her now, five from what she could judge instead of just four. Then there was even more, twelve from what she could judge. Fantasia had gotten so strong , so very strong that demonica couldn’t believe it. However she wasn’t going to lose either, no instead she felt it, the barrier that for so long she herself hadn’t been able to surpass, for once she wanted it, the power to get even more powerful, and while more clones seemed to appear from the landscape? Well Demonica’s own chaotic energy would seem to almost rise to meet the occasion.

Higher and Higher her demonic energy seemed to rise while her very body was giving off an insane amount of heat, she wasn’t about to back down from this fight, not after coming so far, so as she watched all the clones that emerged? She would have vanished to meet them head on, her own energy causing the nuclear energy to expand even further, as she was wracking her brain, to think about a moment that could have possibly made her feel this alive, as she shot across the clones at a speed that it would almost be like she had just ceased to exist for a split second as she shot through them, pushing herself harder and harder, drawing more power from that demonic seal of hers, then she would reappear again her form landing behind the total assembly of 10 odd clones, and even though it would have seemed like nothing happened, if you slowed it down frame for frame? She had slammed into each one, not with her fists, but instead by clipping them with knife like slices with her flat extended hands, causing it to be almost like each one had been sliced up if they failed to evade. However she wasn’t quite done yet, as she condensed raw nuclear energy into her palm.

It was true she didn’t have a real good handle on her nuclear energy outside of her “king” release state, however if it was just compressing it into a singular point? She could do that just fine and so she compressed and compressed some more, causing the unstable energy to grow more and more volatile as she rapidly slid through the broken rocks. Skirting around boulders and then appearing rapidly for a split second above the group afterwards. The Demoness had then released the energy in a concentrated blast, essentially with the rate of expansion from the nuclear energy it would be as if a nuclear bomb went off on a miniature scale, the energy expanding rapidly. First melting down the surface of the summit to a molten state, then causing it to flash-cool as the air finally got into it, to make essentially a fine coating of volcanic rock atop the mountain, a heavy radiation expanding outwards while she had felt something other than adrenaline, her green feet planted firmly on the ground, she would merely ask the other for the moment.

”..Demonic Nature? I am a demon, that is my base nature, at a primitive level i will destroy, i am the dark emotion that sends souls down to hell, i am the sin and the blight that impedes on all that is good, so save your breath if you are trying to state the obvious, it doesn’t even bother me anymore. “

With words out of the way, she would address the clones that had managed to survive, her expression spreading into a grin, because as the snow and wind lapsed back in and beat at her back, and as she rested atop her akuma kyodo coated feet, her body constantly shredding the snow that tried to come into contact with her, turning it into a fine mist, she had decided now if her opponent wanted to keep multiplying? She would just get stronger to match it, she would beat her, not because she was inferior, but because she was so strong, because she was that strong, she would defeat her. As fantasia was an opponent that was simply worth defeating.



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