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Subject Post 21Subject: Re: Sector B [Operation Moon Massacre] Sun May 01, 2016 11:08 pm
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Artist: The Great Anansi - Song: Dark Yet Darker - Words: 972
Drip, drip, drip.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Something was churning, twisting and contorting within the bowels of Belle. It was foul, prime and ripe with demonic energy which permeated the area with satanic glow. All around the little demoness and The Half-Blood would this sense of daunting demonic influence spread until it became eerily similar to the power felt in Sector A. This overwhelming feeling should prove potent enough to even force Belle to drop that miserable jar with that loathsome creature stored within it.
Since, as the moments went by, the residue of The Cruor's energy within The Demoness would be expunged by this force; akin to a toxin being cleansed and purged from the body of Belle. Yet, not before it was researched, analyzed and studied very carefully by this careful and investigative being. For it was with this knowledge that forces of Shadow Fall, nay, The Princess of Demon world would understand just what occurred here.
Indeed, Belle was a Grand Duchess of Shadow Fall, to fall under the assumption she was not being watched was laughable in it of itself. Namely, after their mating session within the confines of Demon World, The Priestess had been keeping loose tabs on her and happened to channel into the situation which was unfolding on a whim when assessing the status of her allies on the battlefield. As, with the faint remains of her essence and energy tagged within Belle, Neoveta was able to produce a form of remote summoning to transport her replica shell to this area.
It was stored, broken down and made into a liquefied form at first to prevent the poor demoness from being a puddle of guts and blood. Then, once this murky fluid was expelled from the pores of Belle's skin, would it then materialize and shape up the resemblance of a liquidized being. Everything on this child's body seemed to be made out of a foreign substance which radiated a putrid force of death and staggering power. Which is why it's devoid eyes then lit up with a faint red glow as it painted it's lone, right index finger at Kamui.
"To answer your question: my originator began this quest of murder. You know may know of her as Neoveta."
Following those words, the tendrils attached to Kamui would have all but been dissolved by flames of black energy and reduced to cinders to otherwise cut the last remaining connection to that male. With a glance back to The Lustful Demon, the demon would give a low raspy laugh and utter these words telepathically to her mind only: "You should hope that your position is not compromised, dear. As much as Neoveta adores you, we aren't opposed to killing our own if it comes to. Her holy plan comes first."
As the melty creature bent it's neck backwards to view Belle's being, the intent behind those secluded words were all but earnest. Neoveta had no patience for traitors and would see to her demise if such a desire still lingered within her being. Otherwise, nothing the but earnest of Khalaism's love would flow through the being of The Loveless Whisperer.
"Fortunately for you, the seeds of trickery should be abolished. It was rather foolish of you to believe you could take a threat like this on your own and not come out harmed. Leave this place at once and allow me to handle the rest. Otherwise, you will test our wearing patience."
The sheer force of this Replica's core should prove enough to send the demoness hurdling backwards into a crimson vortex filled with demonic energy. Through her grand mastery of the magical arts would this shell of Neoveta seek to hurl Belle back to the depths of Demon World to recover in an undisclosed location of Demon World. It is there that the prowess of Za Koa would further sanitize her spirit and bring this creature back to life.
With orders taken care of, the slop of demonic embodiment would then set it's sight on Kamui and tilt it's head to the side bother uttering these words out to him:
"Kamui. Cruor. Lead Researcher of the The Combine...Sugiruan Royalty....mother of Aceldama Cruor...and a miserable creation of Saca Dila accident."
Knowledge. Overwhelming knowledge. Nay, the source of Neoveta's awareness would not be so easily divulged, but it was rather hard to keep secret something her own mother created. Yes. These two were bonded more than Kamui could possibly ever imagine by events which far supersede each of their births. So, it came with that baring that the suspected suppressed malice of the male could be sensed by The Shell. With The Void infecting every bit of The Princess's power, her awareness of wrathful intent was at an all time high and there was something quite resentful about this male's energy.
"...ha, ha, ha..."
Each laugh was slow, pained and came to raspy pauses before she continued
"...you obviously desired my attention, so speak your words before I lose my humorous mood..."
This is a nifty ability from the DE Field that grants some users the ability to breakdown, corrupt or otherwise decay a variety of objects, people, multitude of levels. For instance, on a basic level a DE Force users can touch a piece of organic material with skin-to-skin contact and the area being touched will start to break down on the cellular level, eventually turning the object or area into a puddle of boiling ooze. Another example would be that a cero-type attack would be heading towards the user and they would then go on to activate their DE Field's defensive abilities in order to vaporize it if they are more powerful, cut the damage down by a noticeable amount if they are equal or reduce overall impact if they are weaker.
On higher levels, this can lead to them seemly tearing through barriers if they possess a strength stronger then that or a DE Field stronger then said seal or barrier, ripping through holy objects, crafts and weapons and other feats of this nature. On more powerful levels, some DE Force users even go as far contaminating the reishi around them in order to gain control of Reishi in the area. For instance, if a DE Field user were able to influence an area enough they could gain control of most reishi within the vicinity which could lead to redirection of attacks, consumption of attacks, decaying of attacks, vicious assaults upon the opponent and sometimes even Death if the user is strong enough to inflict enough damage with this knowledge and control.
However, most typically get exhausted when they try to go out of their bonds. For instance, Katashi Iramasha has tried influencing an entire city once and failed miserable as his body began bursting open, blood spewing everywhere, his Chaos Energy and reaitsu severely being lowered and his body in immense pain. If you are not skilled enough, granted enough access to Death's powers or can endure this kind of strength; it will surely fail if you get too greedy. Therefore, most DE Force users prefer to use that particular intense of Breakdown within contained areas such as city blocks or closed areas.
Apart from that, though, on the highest level Breakdown can even be used to decay existence itself. According to Legends, some have even heard of Touketsu actually decaying entire dimensions and reducing them to immense DE Fields; thus leaving no trace behind of their previous lives. However, people like Mana or Abaddon could have the power to perform this on lower levels such as decaying various lands into non-existence with Death's physical body. Seemly "erasing" things, is more appropriate. Though, like before, this can exhaust the user if they try to overdo it and lead to the same effects Katashi suffered. So even Mana is not simply able to erase things on a whim as to erase an object is to sacrifice large amounts of your own energy. Let alone another living being.
There was an oozing of decaying element radiating from the liquidized beings body. It would spread throughout this sector and begin to the steady process of rotting, collapsing and crumbling the seeds of life throughout them. She was still here on a mission and that mission would be to finish the job which Belle clearly was not equipped to do. Yet, there was something that she needed to make clear before the two of them would come to potential blows:
"...since someone with the mark of THAT world has no business being with my enemy..."
[Note: this is Replica Shell 3 of Neoveta's replica shells.]
» Replica Shells: One trait from her body manipulation that she has learned is the ability to replicate the structure of her own body into separate units called "Shells". These shells are usually one to two tiers weaker than Neoveta herself, but are connected to the Demi Network and can make-up for their lost strength to an extent while synced. However, they often aren't used for battle alongside Neoveta herself. Instead, these act as their own separate characters because they are often assigned to one static location. This is to otherwise serve as a backup to maintain the Demi Network in case the original dies in combat, while increasing the security of these locations that are important to the factions that Neoveta serves under.
There are six in total to represent the six wings that Neoveta has. All of the Neoveta Replicas will also have their numbers written in cursive font on the center portion of their back. [I.E. Neoveta Replica 1 has "R1" written on her back, Neoveta Replica 2 has "R2" on her back and so on and forth] At any rate, the duties of these clones do differ. Neoveta R1 assists Inami with her kingdom as The 4th Devil in the Devil 9, Neoveta R2 has been directed to overview London if Mana or the Original Neoveta is not there, Neoveta R3 has been tasked with protecting the Royal Asthavon Manor in Demon World, Neoveta R4 was assigned to Hueco Mundo, Neoveta R5 resides within Hell and Neoveta R6 is meant as a reserve to help any of the factions that Neoveta is affiliated with.
It also seems that each of them may also have separate body structures than the other. For instance, Inami is known to have tampered with Neoveta R1's structure to an extent in order to augment her better to the Chaya Nation defenses. And Neoveta R5 has a much greater affinity for Hell than the original and other replicas because she resides within that realm all of the time. In spite of that, most Replicas should also share her skill, general and will sheet; but the effectiveness of their abilities can range depending on circumstance to circumstance.
Throughout the early studies conducted on their trial runs, however, it appears that they possess the potential to branch off into their own persona's. Although only R1 has shown the capacity to do so, it leaves room to believe that the others can as grow altered or new personality traits as well if given enough time. Neoveta R1 was shown to have taken on the more aggressive and brutal side of Neoveta in its creation. She maintains her quiet demeanor during non-combative situation, but when pushed? The full extent of the unhinged persona within Neoveta tends to come out within that clone. Actions such as taking delight in her opponents suffering, becoming more destructive in her offensive tactics and even taunting her target are within the realm of Neoveta R1's persona. Some speculate that this might have to do with Inami's tampering due to the fact that the Chaya Nation is known for having some of the most savage fighters within Demon World.
Nevertheless, for the most part, these replicas can be considered NPC's.
She was being controlled, not directly, but through minor methods. Toying with her body, toying with her mind, she was getting sick of it. The worst part was? She didn't have a way to defend herself against such methods of toying with her. No influx of energy could remove what she had willingly brought into her, and no spell could safe her now. It was a horrible feeling, and with the fact that it didn't seem like this hold would be let go, her mind began to wander. Sure, it was wonderful dining from something new, but for the risks that soon began to present themselves, it wasn't worth it at all. The one risk that especially wasn't worth it was the toying with her mind. She didn't love him. She didn't want to marry him, or do intimate things. At most, she'd do something quick with him, as she did with all others that she was only interested in what she could gain from. Her love was meant for those that deserved it, those that she wanted to give back too, to make happy, to see strive and succeed. Honestly? She could give a rats ass towards Kamui's success, only if she could safely retrieve his energy.
And at this point, the only thing that really kept her interested in him was taken away, though now she was stuck. Her body was feeling all the more sensitive, her entire being changing as her knees began to shake from side to side, wobbling in place. Her eyes were forced to widen as she realized what had happened. She was starting to become a pawn, something with no real course of actions to continue on wards... though this realization didn't come purely from her own mind. No, if she were left entirely alone, this conclusion would have never made itself apparent. No, what really began to set off bells in her mind was a familiar presence within her, something churning and forming. The questions Kamui asked would not be answered by Belle, but rather, someone much more intimidating and frightening. Someone who held a much deeper place in her heart.
Someone that could bring Belle to her senses.
Pain arose from her very essence as the familiar, lovely, oppressive aura of Neoveta rang outwards, emanating forth to encompass the area. Two things were the cause of the pain within her self, the first obviously being the forming of something deep inside of her. The faint sounds of crunches and things being mixed about within to form room for the liquid that was taking place within her. The second was the toxin, the invading chi that took place within her very being. Expunging a substance such as that was painful, causing her entire body to lock up and freeze, even twitch at the fingertips or neck. The movements were odd, yet needed for what was to happen.
What came next was something just a bit sickening, fluids coming forth from her pores. Stretching them far apart enough that the essence of Neo could trickle forth and spill unto the ground before both Belle and Kamui. Just feeling the very presence of one of her most admired people could bring Belle calm and ease, though that only did so much for how much her body was invaded recently. Typically, she did the invading, and having so much happen within her was uncomfortable enough to brew about new, different emotions. Emotions that followed more on the negative scale of things. She -is- the Grand Duchess... she should be smarter than this, more capable than this. She got cocky, she got greedy, she almost ruined everything by being such a fool who wanted a taste of something she might never get to see again.
If Neoveta were the only being she could stay attached too, then so be it. It was better this way, lusting for more tastes in the world certainly fulfilled her aspect, but it put something much greater at risk, something that took a bigger hold for the Demon of Lust's mind. No matter the case, a shell of Neoveta had formed, and it began to speak. Belle remained silent, for rather obvious reasons. There was a reason the shell formed at this time, and not earlier. She was in danger, and a response was needed... Belle did feel somewhat flustered over the fact that there was something so great to protect her, but it also shamed her for making Neoveta waste resources on her. A mental note would need to be taken, though not before the warning was issued.
She messed up. The actual thoughts of betraying the one thing she held above all were never in her mind, but her body's will to fight against the hold of Kamui certainly did attribute to why that could be thought. It was... scary, horrible for the demon. She didn't want that to happen, no, she only wanted to help and empower the Shadow Fall. How would she do that if she fell prey to trickery on her mind. The threat of being offed was one that... that hurt just a bit. As it should. She would never blame Neoveta for erasing her from existence, but rather, she would feel guilt and shame for making the woman go through that. Rather than deterring and truly hurting Belle's feelings, it only furthered her drive to grow and develop. She still had so much more to learn, so much more to do. So many more things to accomplish before she could truly give back to Neoveta as much as she has taken. Her very form began to shift, and rather plainly, she skipped many of the dramatics. In a flash of light, someone that would tower over Kamui formed, clothing the same as before as crimson eyes glared downwards.
Even with such an intimidating form, she was much weaker, and it was easily sensed. Even if she was trying to bolster herself to at least leave with a parting gift, to let Kamui know that she would remember this. Perhaps without the intervention, Belle could have been toyed with a bit more and even tricked to helping Kamui in whatever schemes he had not involving the Shadow Fall... but that was not now. She was angry, pissed. Her lust for energy had turned into Lust for Vengeance. The very point of that was easily sensed within her being, with how her power seemed to rise much greater than before. Even with her tendrils burned away and reduced to nothing, she could do one last thing for the shell before departing.
A new tendril, quick to form, quick to offer assistance to the shell, and just as quick to -pour- a majority of Belle's power into it. It would be her form of apology, a way of saying sorry as she was blasted off into a place far away. She didn't struggle at all, if she were to be pushed away, she would happily follow the commands of her higher ups. If this apology was denied, then that would leave Belle rather sad and feeling quite negatively over the entire scenario. If it were accepted, then the influx of energy would actually bring a boon unto such a powerful replica. A boost in strength. A single tier increase for only three posts. It was small, but something. Anything to show that Belle did plan on making up for the mistake she had made here. She had defeated a single foe and left their jar, but almost fell to another.
She would need to bide her time elsewhere. The Demon of Lust didn't want love or affection at the moment, but to grow stronger through her own means, even just for a while. This encounter taught her a valuable lesson. Just because the energy isn't in the foe's grasp anymore doesn't mean they can't manipulate it. She's been a leech for far too long, and it's time this leech used it's fangs. A single, quick wave was given off to Kamui as a single thought was sent towards the replica.
"Understood. I shall go train and strengthen myself. Please forgive me for ever endangering her holy plan. I wish you luck in your endeavors..."
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The word was said with a sort of dismissive scoff. He supposed it didn't take long before SOMETHING ruined his fun. Kamui didn't, visibly, seem to react to the rather disgusting display that was unfolding before him, turning his eyes toward the small urn that was holding Aish in it. Even though the object of his affections lately have been demons, even outside of Belle, he was seriously beginning to find the species to be boring. Out of every species, Kamui genuinely considered them to be the one with the least potential, at least the one with the least readily tapped in to potential. They were useful, but as far as a genuine flagship race for his purposes, they were so...dreadfully boring. Kamui flicked his fingers gently and the small urn kicked up in to the air before being jettisoned toward Kamui. The urn hit the young man's hand with a soft thud as Neoveta's shell was still oozing itself out of the young Belle. The urn did not stay in Kamui's hand very long however and almost as soon as it hit his hand, the Urn was suddenly gone. A considerable amount less showy than the massive portal that'd show up later, but Kamui had already sent Aish back off to the HQ and away from the squabbles that could erupt. Unfortunately, there was not much that Neoveta would be able to glean from the energy she saw in the young demon's body. Whatever was within her system had already been converted in to his ability that had been layered right in to her nervous system. Unless Neoveta could read microscopic letters, she wouldn't be able to read the ability and whatever energy she really had left in her body would have been tainted by her own energy. Neoveta would have known that Kamui's energy was part Sugiuran and part something else, perhaps Chi if she were particularly astute, but not much more would be gleaned past that.
Kamui took a few steps away from the bubbling mass that was now Belle as whatever the creature was formed itself in full, creaked her arm toward him in her best Ghost of Christmas Future fashion, and announced what had been her progenitor and confirming his suspicion. It was unfortunate, they had sent the one he was the least interested in for this little endeavor. It was of very little consequence however. Neoveta being the one Shadowfall sent did not hamper his plans at all, in fact it only made it easier. Neoveta was the predictable one, Kamui had a pretty good idea what exactly she was going do to. She was going to, in a straight line, attempt to run her head in to the Vanguard forces. It'd be a little cute if it wasn't so sad. Kamui followed the line of energy manifesting in the telepathic connection as the force transferred from Neoveta to the now substantially more attractive and less goopy looking Belle. Whatever force radiated from the being had sent Belle through whatever Demons used for inter-dimensional transport and while the force that radiated from Neoveta's shell would be enough to hurl Belle through, Kamui barely reacted short of his hair blowing softly in the breeze. What came next required all of his self control to not burst out laughing. The only thing she said, outside of the ridiculous stipulation that he had somehow mothered his own mother...he wasn't sure how demons worked maybe that's how they reproduced, that was even somewhat intimidating was that he was an accident from a word he was not familiar with. Everything else she said to him was something she could have interrogated from a random Vanguard Grunt. If it was information Kamui cared about he wouldn't have inserted himself in to the Vanguard.
"Neoveta. Asthavon. Officer in Shadowfall. Decidedly the Boring One."
Kamui mimicked her delivery for his response. The other thing he mimicked however was in direct opposition to her. As her death energy began to perforate throughout the area, it would amusingly find itself halted. A few meters between the would become an awkward area where the death and decay caused by her presence would seemingly just stop as Kamui's Tilan filled the area, the sheer strength of his "life" energy balancing out the steady release coming from Neoveta. The small area behind it was not spared of her decay, but the large majority of the sector to Kamui's back however felt no effects from the demon's aura for now, Kamui's presence keeping that insidiousness at bay. He didn't really care about the sector, but the demon was arrogant and this was evidenced further by insinuating that Kamui gave a damn about her mood. That sort of attitude worked with her underlings and people that needed to stay on her good side to survive and Kamui rather clearly demonstrated that not only was she not intimidating to him, but she also wasn't going to get her way simply through existing. These were things he sincerely doubted that Neoveta was used to dealing with, but the statement she followed up with broke the calm and dismissive demeanor that he had been maintaining a genuine, hearty laugh erupted from him.
"And who should I be with exactly? I did not want your attention, I didn't really care. I genuinely was substantially more interested in your sexy little companion there, I am quite a sucker for good tan. I was honestly hoping it'd be one of the other two Shadowfall talking heads, Rose and especially Mana feel so much more interesting. Could you bring her here?"
Kamui grabbed his umbrella and gently poked it in to the now rather vibrant soil directly in front of him, behind that seeming barrier of Chi that was keeping Neoveta's Shell's corrosive nature in check. As he calmly began drawing little doodles in to the ground, looking like a child with an especially ill timed attention deficit issue. A calm smile was on his face as he did this, as if he hadn't a care in the world as the tone of his voice took on a slightly more somber tone. His attention had never really deviated from Neoveta as he spoke.
"How much do you know about the Humans' history? Not much I imagine. It was around the twenty first century, probably near the end of it. This was humanity's golden age, before the hollows and arrancar and you lovely demons broke through the veil that separated our worlds en masse. The humans had everything. There wasn't much conflict, there wasn't much of anything. People were happy, people were at peace. Do you know what happened? They got complacent, they got weak and the greatest offense of all, they lost their creativity. When a species has all the answers, they lose all their potential, they lose all their growth."
Kamui gently picked up his eyes and aimed them at the Asthavon. He hated the humans, he hated the human side of him. His heritage was forever a source of agitation to him and it manifested greatly in to is hatred. However that heritage wasn't what Neoveta's shell was referring to. Kamui had no idea what the Saca Dila was. He had no idea what fractured his psychology in his mother's womb and what all had truly surrounding the conditions of his birth and he was curious, but the answer Neoveta had for him would not do much past sate that curiosity.
"I have been studying each species in this dimension for almost my whole life. Some studying was rather monsterous, some a little more intimate, but do you know who reminds me most of that failure, who I find the most disappointing and useless species? Demons. Do you see similarities? You demons are not much different than humans, you barely even do it in a different way. The humans fell to atrophy and collapse because they had every toy they needed to triumph over the challenges they faced. When they came up against an enemy their toys couldn't handle, the great human dominance of the planet came to an end. You demons are so diverse that as a collective, you have every answer to each problem and as such...you're such a boring species, you have no creativity. Even this altercation on the moon here is following the formula. Your success here is entirely predicated on you being stronger than your opponent. There are no creative tactics, there is no growth. You bring overwhelming force and attempt to ram it down your opponent's throat. You've never really faced adversity, you've never faced a problem you couldn't just overwhelm with that genetic diversity and when you finally do, your Holy Plan will collapse under that weight. What will you do when you are not the strongest person in the room? The Tig-Ani are coming, little Asthavon. You won't be able to bore them to death."
A soft sigh escaped him. He wasn't usually much for long winded speeches. The words unspoken were typically more effective than the spoken ones, but he threw his own unknown word in to play. The Tig-Ani would be new to Neoveta, probably the first time she heard the term, and Kamui was in no rush to explain it to her. All the same, this wasn't a fight Kamui especially wanted and while he was curious as to what this Saca Dila she spoke of was, Kamui couldn't let himself get dragged in to an altercation with her here. He was a ridiculous creature, he was not an infinite one and he had a long day ahead of him. Kamui finished the last line of his little drawing in the ground, his head raising once more to look at the demon.
"As loathe as I am to diminish your humorous mood. You should leave. If forced to destroy you I would and Neoveta would have to spend so much putting you back together...and that's so much work on my part that I really can't afford at this point. As curious as I am as to what you're talking about, I'm going to have to ask you to get off my lawn."
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Subject Post 25Subject: Re: Sector B [Operation Moon Massacre] Sun May 15, 2016 10:04 pm
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Artist: Toby Fox - Song: Waterfall - Words: 1228
Warmth. That's all that The Void could sense when Belle infused her with the last bit of strength she could muster before her retreat back to an undisclosed location. The gesture was not lost on Neoveta as she could undoubtedly feel a new found strength swirling about within her that made her just as strong as the original in this moment. It was something which come in handy all too soon as the tides of this clash swirled and began spinning towards something foul.
As, the climate of this all out war was now reaching an apex point in the distance none too far from here. It was enough to make the the remnants of The Void which lived on within this Replica Shell feel twinges of uneasiness and dread. There were so many factors, obstacles and circumstances all looming and circling towards their plan which needed to be weighed in and considered before such reckless fighting could begin.
With the shine of an ominous crimson cloud loomed in the distance, the Replica Shell understood that their plan was coming into motion faster than expected, but as to were the rate of complications. With the battle between Neoveta and the Vanguardian forces approached their climax, a strong disturbance was felt within The Princess's energy and the call of The Void yearned for it to oversee and take care of the mission.
Therefore, as much as she would love to oblige this one in combat, she wasn't exactly in a position to waste her time and energy on a squabble for this sector either. Henceforth, The Princess's Shell would just brush off most of the drivel which came out of his mouth when it pertained to the sarcasm which spewed from his voice. In that moment, it reminded her far too much of another self-absorbed fool who referred to himself as "Matthew Hinote". Each of them possessed similar mocking attributes and yielded arrogance so great that even Gilgamesh himself would weep such tears.
It is why her face soon shifted from one of amusement to one which looked as if it were utterly bored out of it's mind. As, to The Shell, it was deju vu all over again and that wasn't quite entertaining. Therefore, while the male was busy having diarrhea of the mouth, The Replica Shell would take this moment in order to actively utilize her DE Force in order to begin rotting and decaying the sense of life energy within the region.
This could be achieved by her increasing the potency of the ability through more concentrated quantities of Death Energy being infused into the air. From there, it would begin to crack, break and wither away portions of the life energy within the vicinity in order to gain more ground and inflict further death and decay. Meanwhile, to the already devastated regions behind her, The Replica Shell would then guide the cluster of destruction towards the atmosphere of Sector A in order to further fill the region with destruction, instability, wrath and death from the cluster of phenomena occurring within the war.
As, at this point, Kamui was no longer of any concern to her and she was assembling the needed resources to lay down the ground work for something grander and wider down the line. Though, that did not mean his words did not capture her attention when he started talking as if he had a modicum of sense in that head of his. For the male first brought up the subject of human history and that knowledge was indeed infused within the grimoires of demonic magic infused within her mind. "The humans of that era grew delusional. They believed no other threats could subdue them after the war for the Soul King concluded. We took advantage of that and grew because of our malicious nature. I'm not quite certain where you discern the notion that we have possess all the answers in the known universe, but I can attest to the fact that such a sentiment is false."
Indeed, such a thing was truly an erroneous conclusion. As shattered memories of Khala played out within her mind, The Semi-Divine Shell understood that absolute knowledge was not probable in a world as theirs. It broke the essence of creator and such a thing could never be true as a result. Thus, instead, The Princess had a rebuttal.
"That really is quite incorrect. While our species as a whole are blessed with strength, the backbone of it lies within our nature. We will kill, lie, cheat, steal, overpower, deceive and do anything within our arsenal to achieve the cravings our hearts desire. If we have the resource of strength? We will abuse it. If we have knowledge? We will exploit it. If we lack either? We will bid our time in the shadows until the opportunity arises for us to strike and claim it just as we did in the 21st century."
There was not an ounce of hesitation or pause in the words which The Void Princess spoke. It did not matter to her if they were weak, strong or in between these two constructs; they would adapt and do what it took in order to ensure their sinister goals were met. So, as she heard the words of the Tig-Ani uttered out of Kamui's mouth, there was a slight raise of the eyebrow had. It sounded vaguely familiar to The Princess, but she wasn't quite sure why.
Though, it was pointless in the end. She would research that name further in her demonic grimoires later. The only thing which The Void Princess could assume in this moment were that they had to be some form of threat coming to this world. This could be deduced by the boy's sudden change in demeanor and lingering sense of dread had by his tense body language.
As the smugness seemly washed away from him in that moment while he spoke of those creatures and it was enough for Neoveta to take strong notice of. Why else would he bother researching these species if it wasn't in preparation for something big? Therefore, The Princess of The Void would give him a warning in return.
"In the end, it appears we are both caught up in our own pursuits. When the Tig-Ani arrive, we'll be sure to give them a warm welcome. For now, I have my own plans to attend to and it seems I can't stick around here for much longer. If you wish to follow your own delusions in believing you can destroy me so easily, I'd be obliged to see it and prove it wrong. Otherwise, someone will be standing in my place."
With another shock wave from Sector A shaking the whole of the battlefield, The Replica Shell's face grew more stern and it began to levitate in the air before taking off like a bat out of hell towards Sector A. Clearly, it was in a rush to do something. Yet, just as it said, someone else was approaching....
"Jesus Christ, this looks like a fucking shitshow. No wonder you bastards called me out here...! "
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Subject Post 26Subject: Re: Sector B [Operation Moon Massacre] Tue May 17, 2016 10:40 pm
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Artist: Street Fighter IV - Song: Juri Theme - Word Count: 1020
One can't spend their entire life in the laboratory, can they? Nah, then they would be nothing but some crusty shut-in. And that's the last thing Rose wanted to revert back to. So, yeah, things were getting hella' screwed up outside the confines of The Primera Espada's comfy little lab. People were going to arms for an all out war on both sides of the fence, multiple high-level positions were engaged in combat from Shadow Fall and two of her own Espada were already out on the field of combat.
Now, if those two bastards hadn't gotten themselves tangled up in this dog and pony show, perhaps the runt of The Mischevang wouldn't have bothered bringing herself into this mess. However, she wasn't going to ignore both her sibling AND THE most crazed of her Espada going out on an operation. No way in hell that was going to happen! Miss Rose Mischevang intended to run out in this cosmic shitstorm of a battle and make some noise in the process.
After all, she had to admit she was doing quite a shit job at representing the sorely large shadow that Ashlei Clixx left in her place. And maybe, by doing this small little act, this borderline shut-in could do some justice and appease her ever elusive sibling.
Thus, for this line of bullshit love would Rose Mischevang emerge from a strawberry pink vortex and come in with one loud groan. As this luscious, fruity looking light faded from the battlefield; the stains of this woman's reclusive nature were tattered all over the her silky dress. Or at least, the thing USED to be silky. What was once a pristine and white fabric had been tattered, dirtied and riddled with brown spots from a long days work in the laboratory. And much of the same could be said for most her once milky white skin. All over her body were different nicks, bruises and dirt spots which showed she wasn't one to oppose getting her hands dirty or cared much for appearances.
In fact, even the woman's cherry pink hair was unkempt and filled with split ends as her right hand continued to rub it's way through it. Yeah, her entire appearance seemed quite jacked up and dirty, and it was one someone might not associate with royalty. Yet, did Rose care? Not a bit. Her mind was so far gone in her work that the world outside of it had honestly become a distant second thought. It's only at the request of her own little project (Neoveta), the advisory committee of Shadow Fall and the fact her own men were out on the field that prompted Rose to take any sort of action.
So, here she was at the helms of the real world once more and she was surveying the poor son of a bitch whom she needed to clash with to fulfill their half-assed "quota". Apparently, this was suppose to be some search, destroy and ransack mission on Shadow Fall's part. Something -- Rose couldn't give less of a shit about, but provided an ample opportunity to at least prevent her fangs from becoming dull and from her just being a simple mouthpiece.
Thus, as those bubblegum hued eyes of her set their sights on the bloody gaze of Kamui, The Primera Espada was already at work accessing the situation as many sorts of blips, bops and electric sounds were heard emitting from her eyes. After the environment, recorded data and threat level had been accessed; a low whistle escaped the lips of The Espada as she seized up her new playmate. Well, at least before a painful sigh came not too long after.
"So, I take it you aren't having the best of days, eh? You look mighty tired over there, pal. Sucks that I'll have to agitate ya some more."
While the words were crude, it wasn't necessarily spoken out of malice or smugness. Rose spoke things as she saw them and it looked like this cranberry haired bastard was exhausted. It was a shitty state of affairs, but she figured her opponent was prepared for something like this to occur. So, The Primera would instead test the depths of what her foe could do. This started off with her palms hitting the ground and having strings of beat red energy fire down at the circle Kamui forged around him. These extended for about the length of an average city block and could possibly get him to move around a bit.
From there, if he didn't move, the male would undoubtedly get third degree burns, but her intent wasn't too focused on that. She was merely curious to see if the male had set-up some sort of defense or offense with that circle and was testing the waters. Or, instead, would he defer to some form of magic? Who knew. Perhaps he'd do something utterly basic to dodge it.
"Well, Cranberry Superhero , you have my shitty apology. Anyway, crappy introductions aside, the names Rose Mischevang and I'll be your partner for a bit until this circus act of a night is over."
With a wink of her right eye, the overworked and tired looking Primera would then point her right hand out and shoot off a basic cero straight towards Kamui with enough destructive power to at least level this portion of the sector by a few city blocks or so. It was to add extra measure to her assault, and to warm up her metaphysical muscles. As, after the shot had left her palm, The Mischevang was seen observing that same hand and gripping into a fist a dozen times.
"Fuck me, this is gonna be a cruddy warm-up."
After uttering out one more complaint, The Primera would then crack her neck a bit to loosen up the joints and get this shitshow underway....
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Oppressive Smoke Bomb: The Northern Kingdom has always been known for its technological prowess and in turn has developed many potent weapons but most importantly to Kamui seems to be the utility and misdirection items that they have developed. His personal favorite is the smoke bomb. Upon concussive impact with a surface, the small orbs will release the copious amounts of a gaseous substance. This substance will quickly expand out to a ten meter radius and quickly cover the ground in a haze of gray smoke. While visibly no different than real smoke, Kamui's smoke carries the unique ability to disrupt all energy sensing techniques. The smoke itself is laced with a very vibrant energy source, making it impossible to pinpoint anyone's location through energy sensing in the smoke, as energy is being sensed everywhere.
Name: Interference Armor Type: Modern Subset: Movement Type Rank: B Effect: is a Movement Type Wide Area Interference barrier that extends in a one meter radius when activated. By hyper accelerating the air particles around the user in a lightbulb-esque dome, the user is able to create a highly potent barrier that excels are blocking concussive and kinetic forces. Allowing the user to fulfill those aeronautical juggernaut dreams. However, maintaining the Interference Armor is a difficult endeavor and keeping it active for more than a few posts is unfeasible. In addition, the barrier is held close to the body, making maneuverability a challenge while the barrier is erected.
Name: Dry Blizzard Type: Modern Subset: Combination [Movement/Converge/Release] Rank: B Effect: Magic that collects the carbon dioxide in the air to produce particles of dry ice. The dry ice flies at high speed by converting the thermal energy produced by the freezing process into kinetic energy. The higher the temperature, the greater the velocity.
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Subject Post 29Subject: Re: Sector B [Operation Moon Massacre] Mon Jun 13, 2016 7:12 pm
[adm]Alright. Since I'm going through and sending out notices in different threads, I'm tackling this one as well. Not sure what's up, but you have 3-5 days in order to make a post before you may end up getting skip. I can try and extend it if something came up, but I need to get some of these threads moving. @Imakuran[/adm]