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Thu Apr 18, 2019 3:56 pm

Darkest Dungeon OST - The Final Combat - Word Count: N/A

The strain of unleashing Bankai and using it's ability to control Antimatter alone would've required some downtime, however the damage he sustained from clashing repeatedly with the Neoveta Shell and using a multi-layered God Slayer meant at the very least he could not immediately move onto another battlefield. While he had found himself successful in the first stage of the globe-spanning World War 4, having fended off an invasion while essentially single-handedly destroying one of Shadow Fall's most powerful assets and preventing mass casualties, Stefan was disappointed in the amount of damage he had sustained. Thick bandages wrapped around the entirety of his torso, down both arms, and over his hands. If it wasn't for the loosely worn purple jacket and black pants Stefan currently found himself in, to most it'd appear as if he had barely survived a house fire; though truthfully, this wasn't entirely wrong. The main injuries he'd received in combat were burns which, after treatment, gave off a dull throbbing pain now ignored by Stefan.

Wanting to observe how effective his Spiritual Pressure had been in defending the City of Light's populace, Stefan was now walking among the city's streets just a couple days after the battle. By now all the demonic and Quincy corpses had been either destroyed or removed, leaving naught but damaged buildings and concrete as proof anything significant had occurred. However, the City bustled with life as it's denizens quickly got to work repairing the damage sustained during the course of the invasion. Luckily while many demons had managed to enter the city, the bulk of the enemy forces had been killed off by Stefan's initial attacks and those whom survived were unable to accomplish much thanks to the combined efforts of his Reiatsu and the Quincy forces fending them off. Still, Stefan didn't care for any kind of thanks or gratitude from the people he'd just saved from total destruction. Avoiding the gaze of thankful citizenry was a simple matter as they were all so preoccupied with reconstruction and thus his movements through the City largely went unnoticed.

Stopping to stand on a street corner at the outer limits of the City, Stefan's green eyes focused on the most noticeable damage achieved by his enemies in the form of craters and torn apart suburbs. "Bah! I thought I was stronger than this. Dispatching any enemy should've been a cakewalk, and now look at this shit. Next time I'll wipe 'em all out in an instant." While practically any other individual in his shoes would've been satisfied with their success, Stefan was no such kind of person. Though he'd barely tapped into his higher forms of power, the Vizard knew his threat to the Shell about killing Mana, Deveta, and any other Shadow Fall bigwig he'd come across meant fighting the strongest enemies imaginable. For this reason he could not afford to sit and relax while others continued to make their moves in the world.

Sun Apr 21, 2019 3:32 pm

ULV AUBER | THE BURNING HEART

Coming to the City Of Lights after the attack had finished, Ulv looked around and saw that like most places involved in the war, this place didn't look to healthy, so Ulv let out her Resolve Flame, to ease the hearts and minds of those who had survived, and empower them to betterment and progress beyond what hat happened today with the invasion of the enemy. Though it could have been much worse without the surprise appearance of Stefan. The isolationist of Monsuta, had actually come and helped people completely unrelated. though, Monsuta was gone now, so maybe he was here because they had nice pancakes or something like that. Who knew the mind of a man when his prize possession was gone. From the way he was banged up, it seemed he really fought a proper enemy this time. Maybe Ulv should be gentle?

"Hey Grandad! Looks like you fell down the stairs. I hear it happens at your age. There is a really nice retirement home nearby if you wanna hang up your boots. They do a good soup, so you don't even need your dentures"

Hmm, that was her definition of gentle? It certainly needed work....

RESOLVE FLAME | END POST

Mon Apr 29, 2019 9:17 pm

Darkest Dungeon OST - The Final Combat - Word Count: N/A

It was as if this woman was following him around at this point. Yet again Ulv Auber stood in his path for some reason or another. To then insinuate he looked beaten up was not entirely unexpected from the woman given her history of crass statements to him and others. "My injuries are largely skin-deep, nothing else. It's an expected consequence of using my Bankai, given how destructive it is to both myself and others." Thinking for a moment, it occurred to Stefan how odd it was for Ulv to show up in this of all places at this of all times "Why are you here, Ulv Auber? Did you hear all the fighting was over and figured, since you wouldn't have to do any work, might as well show up?' Stefan, too, could be snarky when he wanted.

Whatever the woman's reply would be, the retired Vizard King ruminated on the total lack of Quincy leadership here in the City of Light, their people's capital. Not a single leading member of the Vandenreich had rose to the occasion during the battle, and even during the cleanup afterwards none were in sight. Though Stefan had prevented significant damage to the city, defeated the enemy army and commander, and saved the vast majority of citizens all at once, there were no noteworthy Vandenreich members here to thank him or discuss the City's future. Though admiration wasn't what he wanted, it was still surprising for there to be no reaction whatsoever from the organization. Evidently either the leadership was no better than a quadriplegic, crippled and stuck, or it simply didn't exist in the first place. "I once thought positively of the Quincy people. Now, not so much." Stefan's green gaze set upon the civilians and soldiers flitting about, working to repair the land he saved from ruination just days before.

Tue Apr 30, 2019 8:55 am

ULV AUBER | THE BURNING HEART

"I used to have one of them. A form ripped my skin off and stuck it in the armour. It was, an interesting experience. And one that I am glad to be rid of" Ulv nodded, speaking truthfully and plainly, without any embellishment, which was a rare thing for her. And then, Stefan tried to be snarky and proved he had a long way to go when Ulv nodded to the comment. "Yes, that is exactly it actually. Fighting is done so now I can help out without getting in the way of it and implicating the few thousand refugees I am protecting"

Looking about the place while Stefan voiced his lack of positive thought towards the Quincy, Ulv thought for a moment, and then nodded a bit.
"Yea, when you get multiple genocides enacted on your race to surprising effect, the opinion of you generally falls. Mostly because there are just not that many of you left in the world on account of most of you being killed by everyone who has a stabber. But they are doing their best to recover from having some ninty percent of their race wiped out and then after that some other percentage of the remainder killed. Pretty determinator race"

RESOLVE FLAME | END POST

Fri May 03, 2019 11:56 am

Darkest Dungeon OST - The Final Combat - Word Count: N/A

Stefan scoffed at Ulv Auber's words, clearly not in agreement with her sentiment "Survival is not inherently a strength. Cockroaches survive. Quincies survive through the mercy of those around them, not due to their own search for growth or power. Everywhere I look I see weakness, both here and around the entire globe. And now with Shadow Fall being beaten back, there won't be a wall for the world to struggle against. No monster to fear and fight. Someone like you would probably just be happy with people being able to live their lives and survive. But I know better. The second someone or something capable of wiping them out shows up, they're done." Though extreme, Stefan's views do have a level of logic to them, especially within the world he lives in. Growing through conflict and gaining power has almost always been the only way to make any kind of waves in the world, with exceptions few and far between to the say the least.

Continuing on his tangent Stefan spoke aloud to the woman again as he shifted in place "I foresee a future of stagnation and degradation. One without conflict, and thus growth. I thought, perhaps, due to the inherent strength Quincies are born with, saving them here could mean saving their chance to grow powerful. But who will they face? Who will force them to adapt and evolve? At this rate, certainly not Shadow Fall. And without such conflict they will lack the motivation and determination necessary to break past their limits." With a flick of his wrist a sword suddenly appeared in his grasp, black in material with a gleaming steel edge "Blades are forged and sharpened through battle, just like their wielders. Not by sitting atop a mantelpiece."

Fri May 03, 2019 12:06 pm

ULV AUBER | THE BURNING HEART

"I mean, surviving is a better trait than not surviving, I would say. Take it from someone who has been through that, dying is not fun. Survival is the most important trait of all. You might have the best training regime or have the greatest talent or be the most excellent chef in the history of the world, but if you are dead then it is all kind of useless. if you die having literally ruled the world for and siphoned ten tons of gold out of the Earth's core to serve as your personal funds, you are still inferior to the 9-5 office worker who is still alive.

A moderate blade with a wielder is one of infinite superiority to the divine Omniblade that nobody touches. Progression is natural in life, you will always move forward. Slowly, maybe, but you will. If you push forward and run ten miles and then die, you are inferior to the man nine miles behind you, because he has the ability to run eleven miles" she then smirked and did some fancy dancing, mostly because she loved messing about with The Wind and it's friction-less abilities.

"You really hit your head, didn't you? Swords are sharpened by whetstones, darling"

RESOLVE FLAME | END POST

Sat May 11, 2019 7:38 pm

Darkest Dungeon OST - The Final Combat - Word Count: N/A

"Cockroaches are not strong. Dying bloody is better than living weak." Ulv Auber's final comment elicited a groan from Stefan, a man usually entirely controlling of his own emotions. Her statement might have been true to a regular person half a millennia ago, but it simply didn't stand up to the reality of today. Spiritual beings gain power through training and battle, which allows them to channel their power through weapons and enhance them. Shinigami in particular grow equally with their Zanpakuto, with chips and cracks repaired simply through the power of one's spirit. "A strong fighter doesn't need a good weapon either way. And from what I've seen, Quincies are merely weak fighters with strong weapons. This entire land is full of pretenders who play at power while lacking it. I've made a crucial mistake in saving this place. The world would be, on average, stronger without it."

Lightly flicking his wrist, Stefan simulated a clean cut through the air which made not even a peep as the glittering steel moved as a silent falcon diving for prey. Despite no power behind his blade, the motion coupled with his statements added a level of threatening purpose to his intent. Truthfully with Stefan the one holding the sword, in a flash all of the Quincy capital could be rent asunder; wiped off the maps like Pompei below Vesuvius. "This 'World War' will be but a single page in the history books, for what comes next will require hundreds dedicated to it. The world has long since fallen out of balance and only power can provide the steady hand necessary to course correct. The strong must encourage, through whatever means necessary, the weak to grow. No longer can they be allowed to coddle those still lacking in ability. It simply cannot continue." With another flick of his wrist Stefan summoned his Zanpakuto's sheath and placed the blade inside before it disappeared once again.

Mon May 13, 2019 5:06 am

"Ya crazy? Cockroaches are hella strong. I leveled my house with a Cero once, and the bastard still crawled out of the crater. Beowulf wouldn't let me use my Bankai against a cockroach, so it got away. But they are horribly strong. I can only imagine what a human sized cockroach could do. Truly, that would be a being to stand at the top of the world" Ulv danced a bit more, zero-friction steps making her walking most elegant. It was not clear if she was just messing with Stefan now or if she actually believed what she was saying.

"Anyway, you should get some rest, granddad. Mana really worked you over and it's not a pretty sight watching someone limp about the place. Detracts from morale, you know?" She then left him to it, gone with a breath of wind, but her teasing giggle was still around, whispered by the wind itself.

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