RP Battle: ME versus anyone who want's a go!!!

[Solarized]

Alright i've been bored lately so i'm challenging anyone on the forum to an RP battle. Basic rules and set up for a normal RP battle. I'll be using my usual character, Dusk Adams. So.....any challengers?

Rules:
1. No God-Moding or Power-Playing
2. Cursing allowed
3. 5 grammar error/typo limit.

Judges:
Morpheaus
Mitsukai

Fight Type: Power Character -- Meaning magical abilities and other skills are allowed.

Battlefield: Sydney Harbour in the year 2006.

Here's my template:

Name: Dusk Adams
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://www.cairisrin.com/gallery/fanart/cyclops.jpg

Personality: Mostly quiet. He is more shy of strangers so he tries to avoid talking and instead would usually observe from the shadows. However when he is fighting he is an extremly confident fighter, who won't let anything happen to his freinds.

Bio: Earth has quietly passed through the omniverse, letting it's children grow up and learn to grasp technology and science as it was intended. Eventually the earth gained world peace and it's advances soon followed, it's most notable, the ability to travel at light speed.

This technology enabled humans to inhabit not only Mars but span out foruther into the omniverse aswell, meeting new species and races every day. Now Mars is almost like a second home to humans and recently many valuable resources have been discovered.

Dusk's story however starts 20 years ago, when he was born to a young 14 year old girl who had gotten drunk one night and not thought of the consequences. Dusk was born in a shoddy back alley hospital in Manchester, England and abandoned on the same night. As his mother left him he was left in the care of a poor english family, who brought him up like their own child.

In a twist of circumstances, Dusk's foster mother was unable to give birth having recently being diagnosed with cancer which prevented her form giving birth to any child. She saw the child as a god send and because of the time of day she decided to name her new son Dusk Adams.

As he grew up Dusk learned to "survive" in the tough and sometimes deadly streets of Manchester. He quickly taught himself various forms of martial arts, quickly learning and mastering various forms of martial arts and armed combat. At the age of 12 he had mastered kung fu, jujitsu and even drunken boxing.

At the age of 18 he left college and travelled the world, developing his fighting skills and gained freinds while also helping those out with difficulties or problems. During his travels he realised that there was a great evil flowing through the planet which spawned out onto many people, causing them to rob, kill, and destroy the planet in whatever way it wanted.

After a few months Dusk came across a small temple deep in the amazon forest. There he found a small group of warriors, who had sinced rejected themselves from the planet, believing that the battle against evil was pointless. Dusk stayed in the temple, for a month, proving himself to his new mentors and learning more techniques that would help. Dusk saw that these past hero's had since given up, their belief in the world had evapourated with time, however Dusk was adament to continue where they left off. Seeing this determination the forgotton warriors saw a catalyst which they could spread their message across from once again. Dusk was mae a warrior of the temple, gaining his now recognisable Valkrye symbol on his armour and as a tattoo on his back.

He was also given an extremly powerful weapon which was kept safe deep in the temples structure. This was the one and only Valkrye sword, a sword whith emense power yet the grace and flow that would never be found with a weapon so powerful. The blacksmith that created the weapon had intended for a powerful soul to use it, but the warriors themselves didn't believe themselves worthy of such a weapon. He had spent much time and energy on the sword, decorating it with beautiful hand crafted wings which spread from the sides of the handle, wrapping themselves around the users arms while the blade was so thin that it could slice through any man made object.

Leaving the temple with a new purpose in life he set out to destroy the evil the planet spawned. As he travelled the world he fought many enemies. Most of whom planned on world domination or even universal conquest. Coming near to death many times he managed to survive and defeat his enemies. Slowly he became known as one of the Omniverses secret heros, one of the few that managed to go unnoticed on their travels.

Then two years ago he was taken from a battle on Mars to the epic battle between good and evil, or Valyon Lightstar to put it simply. There he fought bravely alongside many of the Omniverse's greatest hero's. The war ended in an epic battle where only the seven greatest heros faced an army bigger then any being had seen before, and somehow Dusk made it out unscathed.

After the battle Valyon revealed that he was infact just evening out the balance of power in the omniverse, but that Dusks actions was nescessary. In the end Valyon gave the young warrior a pendant and left him to travel the omniverse. He also gained the respect and trust of Ukiah Oregon, the great and powerful warrior seeing a good and willing soul within Dusk. He also gained the freindship of the beautiful and powerful Amirah.

For the next year Dusk travelled from planet to planet, once again meeting new freinds and defeating new enemies. His travels helped him gain new techniques, new weapons and new ambitions in life, one of which was to once again meet Valyon and Ukiah.

Then a year later he decided to return to his second home, Mars. While walking on a normal day he found himslef lost on the planets baren wasteland. After what seemed like a day of walking he found himself infront of a small cave. After wandering inside he came across a strange sight, there actually martians on Mars. After so many years on the planet Dusk was the first to see them. They lived in hiding, prefering the shadows then the light, almost ninja like in a way.

The cave was infact another temple like building, almost a shrine to a forgotton way of fighting that barely anyone in the omniverse knew about. Taking rest inside the temple he realised that he was in the same situation once again. Inside a temple where the inhabitants refused to leave, but still wanting to spread their message through another. Gracefully offering his alliance to the martians he started to train once again, this time in the way of the soul.

The way of the soul was an extremly powerful technique, one which utilized the power of the soul. Every being in the omniverse had one, and it's power rew with the users determination and spirit, which suited Dusk perfectly. After months of training Dusk stepped out from the cave, having mastered the technique and once again gaining a new purpose of life. Setting back out into the omniverse he set about bringing peace and prosperity to those planets he came to.

Weapons: Valkrye sword and two Wolfram P2K's. One of these transforms into Dusk's soul gun, a weapon which fireslarge amounts of energy, generated by the soul, at it's opponent. Dusk can also use his new found powers to help him in battle, however he hasn't really had a proper chance to actually see what he can do.

World: Earth/Mars
Theme Song: Gas Panic - Oasis

 

[After Thought]

OOC: Woah, I never done one of these before... I'll have a go. Lemme post a template in a few seconds.


Name: Nicholas Drægon

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c227/Incantum/guys217.jpg

Personality: Clever and calm. However, within lies a terrible adendum for his mind. Psychotic to the core, because of his life and his abilities. His IQ is 2,500, which reveals that he is more than likely not fully human. He keeps his emotions locked away, and only brings them out to use them as fuel for fighting. Putting it nicely, his sense of humor is... sick.


Bio:

The life of Nicholas has always been one of horrible atrocity. Right from birth, there has always been evil and cursed luck surrounding him. Then, in this case, we shall start from the beginning of his story...

Nicholas' parents were not like normal parents. His mother was half celestial, Solar to be exact. His father was a full-fledged Ka'anri Devil, from the 9 Layer of the Abyss. Somehow, during a war between Celestials and Devils, his parents ended up escaping the atrocities... and fell in love.

They left the planes on which they both existed, and snuck away to the Material Plane, where they settled down in an isolated town known as Bremio, Maine. A few months later, his mother, who's human name was Katrina, gave birth, and for a few moments, everyone thought the world was finally at peace...

That was before she suddenly went into a seizure, swallowed her tongue, and died in her mortal form, before she could return to her natural state. This meant that she was technically dead, and could not come back.

His father, Damien, tried to raise him as best he could. Sadly, at age two, Damien had to give up his child, when a group of Warforged Elite soldiers came after him, to assassinate him and his... "abomination." He sent his son into hiding at an orphanage in upstate New York, and managed to draw the unrelenting super-powerful soldiers away, before he went kamikaze, taking them with him as he died.

Nicholas' life in the orphange faired no better. From his young age, he was picked on, because of the color of his eyes, being such an odd shade of blue. He slipped into depression at this young age and stayed away from the other children.

There was one bully that would not leave him alone. His name was Greg Atterson. Greg constantly liked to pick on Nicholas, because while Greg was fat and stupid, Nicholas was actually very intelligent for his age, and thin, better looking. Even if they both were still little children. After returning from his first I.Q. test, resulting in an astounding 300, Greg decided to strike.

Greg snuck up on the young, now six-year-old Nicholas, and smacked him in the back of the head with a rather large rock (at least for young children). Nicholas couldn't even give a scream, as it hit him and sent him out. He slowly arose a few seconds later, an odd rage and power filling him. As the blood tricked from his head, he ran at Greg, while Greg swung at him. It was as if Nicholas disappeared, and appeared behind him. The fight was of course, unfair.

Nicholas won the fight, and Greg was sent to the morgue, in the six pieces that Nic somehow ripped him into. Nic was sent to an Insane Asylum.. but not a normal one... one near Albany, that studied..."oddities".

At first, Nic was kept to himself, in a white room, where he stayed bound, hanging from the ceiling. After countless tests, and another two years, Nic was finally let loose around other kids at the Asylum... Code Named: Sedah. Nic soon made some other friends, amazingly, namely two: Trisha, a girl with the abilities to control the elements (four basic ones) and Marcus, who could control sound and vision (create illusions, etc.)

These three would become buddies, and rocks for each other over the next two years. However, at age 10, Nicholas found one day... that his friends were nowhere to be seen.

Nicholas managed to escape a year later, wanting to find his friends. The Asylum he left asunder, letting many..."oddities" escape. He, however, wanted to find his friends. He would search for another four years... four years of seeing violence.. and practicing his powers.

When he had just turned 16, Nicholas found his way to a battlefield, in a remote location. The world was currently in the depths of a World War III. He found, soon, to his surprise, his two buddies.

Sadly, they were both against him. They were under the control of the American Government, which was trying to take over the Earth and rule. He tried to snap Marcus and Trisha out of it, only to have them try and snap him... in half. Nicholas fought them, half-heartedly, for hours, before finally, to his utmost horror...

He killed Marcus.

It was the only way. He then turned his attention to Trisha, stained with blood, and crying. He tried desparately to snap her out of it, only to end up holding her in his arms she died... In which, she managed to come to her senses...

Nicholas was never the same again. At that moment, he let loose a power so terrible, that it ripped the realities.. and for the next two years, he walked the planes, and worlds, destroying, helping, doing whatever he felt like doing.

Among the way he met the Stargazers. A group of inter-universal beings that told him the truth behind who he was, and where he came from. This did buy him some peace,but at the same time, anguish. Without waiting for any kind of begging, he destroyed the Stargazers, not even using the full extent of his still partially latent powers.

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Nic has now found his way to Sydney... of another reality, a different Earth... in his current year: 2006.


Weapons: Nicholas carries four shrike throwing knives, an Omni Cube, and a small..weird flute.

World: D.D. (Different Dimension of) Earth

Theme Song: Passive by A Perfect Circle

 

[After Thought]

I hate to double post, but -bumping- . I want this fight to stay up there, that way you don't forget it Mr. LDJ.

 

[Morpheaus]

You two play nicely now. I'll be judging if no one minds.

 

[Solarized]

Challenge accepted After Thought. This should be a good one me thinks. Cheers for wanting to judge as well Morph. I'll edit this post later with the opening post.

 

[Mitsukai]

I'd also like to judge... Dusk is an interesting character... And who else would object to Morph's decisions if not me?

 

[Solarized]

Not a problem Mitsukai. I'll add you you to the judges list.

 

[Solarized]

ooc: Let us begin

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The sun slowly descended into the distant horizon as it made way for it's brother take over it's posistion. As it dropped behind the sea it left behind a beautiful trail of yeloow, orange and red for the nearby cities to enjoy and gaze at. Sydney's towering skyscrapers and landmarks blocked the light from the streets as the cities population slowly made it's way back home or out into the nightlife.

Meanwhile at the Opera House a familiar figure waited patiently on top of it's wave shaped roof. Sitting on the edge of one of these waves was Dusk Adams, his torn up trenchcoat flapping in the slight breeze that accompanied the sea. His armour black as the shadows, his insignia standing out through the black of his armour.

He simply sat waiting, staring out past the harbour bridge and beyond the last ferry approaching the dock in the distance. Inside his body surged a great power, though it wasn't his own. Out there, somewhere, was a powerful soul and Dusk could guarentee that he would have to once again take up the sword and fight for the people of this planet. Whether this "soul" was good or not was yet to be decided, yet Dusk knew deep inside that a battle was approaching.

Standing up from his layed back posistion, Dusk took his trenchcoat and threw it into the wind, letting the planet decide when he'll meet up with it next. Mentally preparing himself for the battle he waited for his opponent to announce himself to him.

 

[After Thought]

Anxiety.

He could smell it in the air. It was thick and all around him as well. The majority of it came from clusters of humans that surrounded him, passing him as if he was just another hopeless soul lost in this sea of disparity and cursed half-life. He stood there, as a rock among this ocean, as he felt out a power source... one that had its own source of anxiety... but not anxiety of depression.

Anxiety of just being...anxious.

Someone was waiting for him. He could feel it. He could feel it in the air, in his bones, in his hair, and in his skin. It was even displayed in the auras of the people surrounding him. This other person indeed held power, but did they hold more than those pesky Stargazers?

Only time would tell.

He slowly made his way to the source of the target. This opponent seemed to have a positive reactive aura around him. This meant that the soon-to-be enemy was indeed, a "good guy." What fun this would be. He would have to test the extent of his power. Nicholas kept his power capped off, so that he appeared no more powerful, than the hobo that was looking at him, as if asking for change. He just kept walking.

He found himself, quite luckily, at the Sydney Opera House. It brought back memories... of the one from his Earth. It was such a lovely place; he wanted to see it before it was destroyed. How fun it would be to the fact that he had found it now, in tact still, with no bloodstains from wasted life adorning the walls like some Picasso painting. He admired the walls of this place, before he slowly brought his gaze up to where the figure was sitting, or approximately sitting, in relation to him being at the side of the building.

He bent down slightly, building tension in his muscles, as he released, like a spring, and brought himself up into the air, soaring for a few moments, like a bird, before he landed before this figure. In that instant, as he landed, his gaze shot directly to that of Dusk, though he had not learned his name yet. In that single, intense moment, their gazes shared each other's thoughts, souls, and lives. However, in that same moment, they recognized each other, and were done with it.

Technically, the fight was already over, in each fighter's mind. However, due to opinion, they both had seen different outcomes more than likely. It was as a game of chess; both players have an original plan, but end up having to building from that base into a new plan, one that will hopefully, though futilely done so.

With that all over with, Nicholas gave a slight nod of his head. "Nicholas Drægon. Wanderer of Worlds. You?" He stood there, stone-faced, and statuesque, awaiting the response of this man.

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Edit:
OOC: I am not a judge, but LDJ, I think you may have already lost... or drawn near to doing so.

 

[Mitsukai]

Im not sure about what anyone else thinks...

In that single, intense moment, their gazes shared each other's thoughts, souls, and lives. However, in that same moment, they recognized each other, and were done with it.

Technically, the fight was already over, in each fighter's mind. However, due to opinion, they both had seen different outcomes more than likely. It was as a game of chess; both players have an original plan, but end up having to building from that base into a new plan, one that will hopefully, though futilely done so

But I would say you were powerplaying Dusk there. Well his thoughts at least. Sure he may be thinking that, but you don't really know, and when you stated Dusk was participating in that little staring contest, that was also powerplaying.

 

[After Thought]

Hhmm... no, not necessarily power-playing. It would technically be interactive NPM. Honestly, when you jump up out of nowhere to meet someone, they are going to be looking at you; it's instinct. The fact that he locked eyes with Dusk, means only that he did so. Technically, he could be staring, linked with Dusk, and Dusk would not have to respond by giving him the same look.

As for the thoughts and stuff... that's pre-emptive imagination. Both fighters do indeed think the fight will be over and in their favor, though they may not admit it, it's just the way of the warrior.

No, I cannot read his thoughts, but that was just using word play. You should really lighten up.

 

[Mitsukai]

Hhmm... no, not necessarily power-playing. It would technically be interactive NPM. Honestly, when you jump up out of nowhere to meet someone, they are going to be looking at you; it's instinct. The fact that he locked eyes with Dusk, means only that he did so. Technically, he could be staring, linked with Dusk, and Dusk would not have to respond by giving him the same look.

Thats not entirely true, Dusk could completely ignore Nicholas's presence if he wanted to, it ticks off the opponent and makes Dusk look cool.

As for the thoughts and stuff... that's pre-emptive imagination. Both fighters do indeed think the fight will be over and in their favor, though they may not admit it, it's just the way of the warrior.

No, thats the stereotype of your typical warrior. There are fighters who tend to take a more cautious approach...

No, I cannot read his thoughts, but that was just using word play. You should really lighten up.

Word play has a certain limit in role-playing, you aren't writing your own story, two people are. As for lightening up, I'm just being a judge, its not like I'm feeling any negative emotions or anything... Otherwise I would be biased. >.>

 

[Morpheaus]

As for the thoughts and stuff... that's pre-emptive imagination. Both fighters do indeed think the fight will be over and in their favor, though they may not admit it, it's just the way of the warrior.

A good fighter never assumes. Though a hand to hand fight may be like chess in some ways, it can never be planned in as fine a way, because you never know the total resources of your opponent.

 

[Solarized]

Staring out into the sea, the motionless yet deadly sea, Dusk sensed the air slowly thin around his body. It was usually a sign of someone either flying close by, or preparing to jump high into the air. Slowly the air was pulled towards the base of the building, the user beginning his jump. Meanwhile Dusk took a step back but kept his stare prominently out to the sea as his soon to be opponent appeared before him, hovering in the air in front of him.

There was a long pause just then, Dusk simply glancing into his opponents eyes before returning his glance back towards the sea. This wasn't meant as simply ignorance though, it was more of an observation more than anything. Staring out into the sea Dusk was profiling his opponent, this was after all the first time the two had met and Dusk wanted to prepare properly before acting without reason.

Many people on Earth say that the eyes are the window's to a person's soul. This is simply an urban myth, nobody can really see what a person is truely like by simply looking through the eyes, that is everyone except for Dusk. Each person generated a certain "aura" which identified them and their history, it's sort of a quick biography of the person to tell whether they were "good" or "evil". An evil soul was clear to see and detect whereas a good soul was pure and shone around a person, without them knowing, just like a halo would hang over an angel. All Dusk needed was a second to look into this persons eyes and he could tell what they had acheived in their life.

However in this case something strange occured. Looking into Nicholas' eyes he saw nothing, not a good or bad deed within him. Dusk knew of only two types of people that could produce this kind of effect, newborn's and those who didn't belong in this dimension. Considering that this person clearly wasn't a newborn child it was safe to say that this person wasn't from Dusk's own dimension.

The night sky started to change colour during the long un-nerving silence. From the beautiful oranges and red's came the darkness the moon brought along with it. The city was slowly falling asleep and the stars each appeared in the clear night sky, as if to gain a good seat for this encounter of beings. At this moment Nicholas introduced himself as the "Wanderer of Worlds", ironic seeing as Dusk himself was one too, though he had taken a break to visit his home. Returning his stare back to Nicholas he nodded back to him, acknowledging him and responded to his question.

"Dusk Adams. Wanderer of Worlds and also Guardian of this one.......Ready?"

Another short pause followed. The city quietly came to a stop almost. The sounds of tourists walking around the harbour, the final ferry coming to a halt at the pier and the screeching cars and the loud horns beeping all came to a quiet conclusion as Dusk and Nicholas prepared themselves. For that moment the harbour was at peace, for that moment at least. Suddenly the grand peices of the harbour, the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge, each awoke, lighting up with such beauty and ferocity around the edges and creating the perfect start to the battle.

In that instant Dusk dived to his left, drawing both of his guns from their holsters. Falling onto his side he started to fire off a few bullets. Each bullet exploded out of the barrel's of each gun, pericing not only the thin air but the silence as well. The air parted as each bullet made it's way through towards Nicholas. The noise also awoke the silent city, each gun shot bringing with it loud screams of panic from the public followed by mass running and fear.

As he finished firing he started to slide down the roof of the building., quickly replacing the empty clips with new ones as he did. Eventually he came to the edge of the roof. Refusing to react to the drop he simply kicked off of it and fell down to the steps of the Opera house. Landing on his feet he instantly holstered the gun in his left hand back to the holster on the back of his jeans and drew his ever trusty Valkrye sword and held it across his chest, mentally preparing himself for a swift counter attack from whichever direction it came from.

 

[After Thought]

OOC: Not necessarily, Morpheaus. Sun Tzu once said that, to know your strategy, before the battle, and to know how to adapt, meant that you were to be very successful.

IC:


Nicholas was always ready, truth be told. He had only three times in his life been caught off guard, and the first of those two was before he had really awakened any real sense of his power. He nodded to Dusk though, as he asked if he was ready. It was indeed time to begin this little... "tussle", of theirs.

As Dusk reached for his guns, Nic's mind reacted as any normal one would, and instantly saw where his hands were reaching. There were two hand guns there. As of what kind, he could not be too sure. Either way, Nicholas drew himself up, and back into the air, hitting the roof below his feet, and rolling the same way that Dusk was sliding. All the while, he managed to keep a vague sense of where Dusk was in correlation to himself.

As they came to the edge, Nicholas swerved on an elbow, and slumped down to the stairs below, along with Dusk. As they both landed, approximately within the same two second time span, Nicholas watched the glimmer of metal as Dusk produced another weapon -- a sword. He could feel the energy radiating off the blade... but was it the blade's or Dusk's? One could never be too sure, seeing as how it was possible for certain individuals to channel their energy into things.

Nicholas disregarded this for the time being, as he let his body go into a crouching position, and he looked up at Dusk, giving him a malignant grin. With that, he suddenly darted at Dusk, in the close range that was between them. However, at the last instant, he pushed down on the ground, and sprung to the right, towards the entrance of the Opera House, while taking aim at Dusk with his... hands?

Indeed.

"Sayonara." Nicholas gave Dusk a wink before yellow energy was emitted from both hands. It surrounded his hands, and forearms, before turning almost solid, and as bright as the sun during noonday. In that same instant, two radically powerful bolts threw themselves from his arms, screaming and seering the air as they traveled for Dusk. There was only a range of three feet from this angle, leaving Dusk little to work with, but not an impossibility.

At the same time, Nicholas formed a barrier of blue energy around himself, which aided to combat the impact with the doors, as he barreled through them, and landed on the landing behind them. He was already on the rebound, and up on his feet, as he awaited entry by Dusk... or whatever he might had up his sleeve.

 

[Solarized]

Dusk watched on through his attack analysing Nicholas' movements and considered what strategy he was planning on using. It was interesting how Nicholas simply wanted to avoid any encounter at this part, opting to dodge the bullets and follow Dusk off of the roof. This was rare in most of the duels Dusk had been involved in, most opponent's usually opted for the method of drawing thier own weapon and attacking head on, but Dusk was intruiged by Nicholas' action's nonetheless.

Dusk smirked himself at the sight of Nicholas' own smirk and mentally prepared himself for what was coming, after all a smirk usually meant an attack was on it's way. Keeping his eyes focused on Nicholas all the time he shifted his weight onto his back foot and awaited a response, which soon enough he got.

A blinding flash followed as Nicholas charged an attack up, which froze Dusk for a slight moment as he attempted to regain his vision. After that moment Dusk returned to find Nicholas launching his own energy attack from his arms, the bolts of yellow energy aimed straight at Dusk and at the speed the attack was travelling at it meant that Dusk only a few seconds to react.

However in Dusk's head was the brain of a warrior, an experienced and thoughtful one at that. Within a second Dusk had thought up of three possible moves which he could counter with. The first was to simply try to block the attack with his Valkrye sword and retaliate with even more force on the unsuspecting Nicholas. However no fighter should underestimate the power of an attack, no matter how weak it looks, which could result in serious harm on Dusk. The second move was to meet Nicholas' attack with an attack of his own. However once again this could prove dangerous as the combined energy of the two attacks could cause a lot of damage to the area and to both fighters. These two plans, though possible also had another drawback. Unlike most battlefields Dusk had fought in this one was special, and dangerous, to him. Not only were there innocents to consider and protect this time but there was also the city to protect. Sydney was a tribute to what the pople of Earth could accomplish and damaging, or even destroying, such landmarks as the Opera House was out of the question. They had to be protected as well, which meant that Dusk had no other choice but to proceed with the third move he had thought of.

Tightening his grip around his Soul Gun Dusk activated it's hidden power. Within an instant the plethera of transfer tubes had inserted themselves all along Dusk's arm and were already channeling energy from deep within Dusk's soul into the barrel of the gun. A small, intense light began to emerge from the barrel and Dusk took aim at his desired target, though it wasn't to be Nicholas.

Aiming at the steps just behind him Dusk smirked at Nicholas' attack, which was almost on top of him at this moment, and squeezed the trigger of the gun. An even louder explosion erupted from the barrel then from before, up on the roof, and the resulting energy blast fired straight into the ground just behind him, though it had even greater results. The force and the proximety of the blast caused Dusk to propel forward into Nicholas' atatck. Taking his Valkrye sword tightly he used it to force through the bolts and move towards his opponent with great speed, aiming a kick right for his chest.

 

[After Thought]

Boomerang Lightning was such a fun technique to use. The thing was, it was more like "heat-seeking" lightning. It would find its target one way or another.

As Nicholas watched Dusk head towards him after parrying his energy, he moved back, down two steps, watching the kick come on at an almost break-neck speed. This would indeed be such a fun fight. Nicholas figured he would destroy this world after he won though. People would call it cockiness; Nic called it confidence in his own strategy.

Nic snapped his fingers on his right hand, and he suddenly disappeared. He didn't have great control of his blinking abilities yet, so the distance range was limited to about thirty feet. In this case, it was helpful, as Nicholas ended up in an aisle of seats, watching Dusk's attack result in nothingness. All the meanwhile, his bolts came back, having done a one-eighty in the air and speeding back towards their prime directive.

After Nic confirmed this, he brought up his hands, and focused his strenght on the seats around him. One by one, they popped up in the air. He finally quit after there were around forty chairs floating in the air, circling his head. He watched Dusk for a moment before he made a gun with his right hand, and closed his left eye.

"Bang."

Suddenly, all forty went screaming towards him, like huge heaps of metal and cushion in the air. However, this would not be the end of the onslaught. While they were traveling, Nicholas used the violent small oxygen bursts around them to catch on fire, causing the chairs to become flaming. He stood there, wondering how Dusk would indeed counter this attack.

 

[Solarized]

Dusk drove forward, his body refusing to seize to the awesome power of Nicholas' attack. Making his way through the hard part Dusk smirked as his foot came to within an inch of Nicholas' chest, only to find him hitting nothing but the aisle behind him. Landing heavily on the carpeted floor wasn't the result Dusk had hoped for and in the process left him a little sore from the force he hit the floor at.

Quickly recognising where he was Dusk used his sword to pick himself up off of the floor and looked back towards the door to see where Nicholas had gone. Looking through the door Dusk noticed, not Nicholas but, the bolt of lightning he just broke through turning around and heading back towards his posistion, but that wasn't the least of his troubles.

"Bang."

Dusk turned to find Nicholas stood behind him towards the center of the room with his left arm shaped like a play gun a child would form. Above him circled around forty chairs which on his command all made their way towards him, combusting into flames just to make it more interesting and difficult at the same time.

Looking around Dusk realised he was surrounded, an attack coming from every direction and not enough time to deal with any one, not to mention the fact that he had the protection of the Opera House deep in his mind at the same time. This fight had to be taken outside before any true damage could be done and luckily Dusk knew how to get out of this tricky situation.

As the attacks approached Dusk closed his eyes and focused his energy. Suddenly a bright light started to emmit from two places, the wings spanning from the handle of Dusk's Valkrye sword and the Valkrye symbol on the back of his tactical armour. The light grew brighter before eventually exploding into a bright flash of light, resulting in a transformation of Dusk's body.

The return to normal lighting revealed a form Dusk never wanted to use until later on in the fight, however Dusk had no other choice at this moment in time. Hovering slightly above the ground was Dusk, his body hadn't changed, dramatically, except for the large wings spanning from his back, well almost wings anyway. They were infact a manifestation of Dusk's soul energy, converged and shaped into large, angel like, wings which Dusk could use to fly with. They spanned approximately to the length of Dusk arms when stretched out and even though they were made of pure soul energy they displayed what could be seen as feathers, shining bright with the pure energy of Dusk's soul.

Within a moment of the transformation Dusk smirked at Nicholas and took to the roof, blasting a hole through a window in the roof of the building with his soul gun. The wings flapping only once to provide the power to reach that far up forcing the air to extinguish the flaming seats and hopefully knocking Nicholas over in the process.

Flying at a ferocious pace out of the window and high into the night sky Dusk holstered his sword and gripped both hands around the handle of his soul gun. By now the bolts had started to follow him up through the roof. Dusk sharply turned and charged the soul gun once again, this time he could perform what he wanted to do before. Waiting for the last possible moment Dusk fired on the bolts and watched as the impacting energy collided and erupted into a large explosion, one which would rival Sydeny's spectacular fireworks displays.

Breathing a small sigh of relief Dusk holstered his soul gun and re-drew his Valkrye sword, patiently waiting for Nicholas to join him high above the harbour, where nobody would get hurt.

 

[After Thought]

This Dusk. He was indeed a worthy adversary. Nicholas took these few moments to reflect on certain enemies he had faced in the past. The Stargazers had been tricky opponents. They were of a power that, until then, Nicholas had not witnessed. Their abilities seemed to expand forever... and yet, their weaknesses were so... simple, that it was indeed hard to figure them out.

Nic sighed as he brought himself back to the present. He watched as Dusk sprouted wings...but these were no normal wings. They happened to be wings made from the energy of his soul. Nic would have gasped in curiosity had it not been for the fact that this was a fight and not a spectacle. He was sure that people outside of the Opera House thought it was though.

Nic had been so busy thinking that he didn't have time to brace for the huge torrent of wind, and was knocked to the floor. He brought himself back up quickly, and shook his head as he watched Dusk try and take this fight outside. Nic couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, as he watched him soar outside.

He had an idea of his own... a little trick up his sleeve. As he watched his attack explode with amazing force and display, he partitioned his mind, bringing back an old spell he had stored at the back... This spell would be very powerful and very dangerous. He slowly ran his mind over the construct and non-words of the spell, mumbling something to himself before he turned his gaze to Dusk.

"This has been such a good fight Dusk... but sadly, it ends now. Then again, you're going to end with it. After that, I will destroy your world, though it has been fun." He gave a small, innocent smile as he slowly ascended through the hole in the broken hole. He set himself down on the roof slowly, as he watched Dusk. He then turned his attention to elsewhere.

Time was a very intricate thing. Its ties with space and reality itself were often more complicated than even the DNA Structure of a God, as just as puzzling as well. It had been speculated on, more than once, by the brightest minds in the Omniverse as being the one thing that no-one being would ever be able to figure out.

It was these ties that lead to the original formation and creation of this spell. It worked on the small variances that had to occur between the fabric of space, time, and reality. There was a thing, that existed on all planes and all worlds, that was more commonly known as probability. It had ties in with chance... chaos... but at the same time, was related to neither one. In a way, it was more complicated and risky.

If one were to think, probability really did mean “the odds”. It referred to this in an almost mathematical way. The probability of you getting shot, of finding a penny, of something not killing you. It all worked in a mysterious way. It often lead Nicholas to wander why and how this spell was exactly created. For this time being, he didn’t really have time to wonder about it. All he had to do... was make it work. If Dusk was to interfere at anytime during this spell without the right knowledge of how to undo it... he could end up destroying his own reality, with him in it.

Slowly, he brought his left hand up, to approximately a ninety-degree angle, adjacent to his body. The back of his hand was towards his face and he slowly turned his hand so that it was flat with his palm upward. He let his eyes slowly lose focus, as at the same time, he seemed to concentrate on the air, the space, the time around him. There was nothing else relevant to him or his purpose at that moment; just his outset goal. He slowly pulled his magical abilities out from underneath the cloak from where they hid.

At that instant, it seemed like a Universe collapsed. That was the amount of energy he was putting off... how much magical ability he had hid. His eyes sparked with a blue/green color and white lightning surrounded his body. It all started to focus in on the palm of his hand... more to the point, the space above it. Around his body, small blurs started appearing. It was reality, glitching in random spots, as was a side effect of this spell. It was almost as if he was unraveling this dimension from its roots up.

He slowly closed his eyes, as small red particles appeared from these “glitch” points around him. The molecules even drifted from living organisms, that had become glitches themselves. These red molecules floated from around area, swirling in a Double-Helix formation in the palm of his hand. The path these red molecules floated on seemed to be burned in midair... in reality itself. The formation finally stopped after the “Double Helix” had forty molecules in each strand.

Nicholas finally opened his eyes as he looked up at Dusk again. It spun in the palm of his hand as he cocked his head watching the figure in the sky. “So Dusk....what will it be? Oh, maybe I should explain this terrifying spell. See, it’s called a Probability Bomb. It’s connected to the very threads of chance and randomness and order that make up our daily lives. It’s connected to those threads in this dimension, in particular. A nasty little spell...” He gave a small smile as he observed the Helix.

“These visible molecules, are naturally yellow. They are those connections I told you about... actual ‘pieces’ of the threads. Now, the reason why they are red, is because they are connected to forced order, in an energy form. This order has been transmuted, as it were, and cohesively combined with probability, to make it highly unstable. If you were to attack without the right precautions... the effects could be devastating.” He watched Dusk, for any reaction that might come of this announcement.

“I should tell you as to what it does, when naturally activated, such as I am about to do. The unstable molecules become super-fluctuated when I impose an imbalance – a molecule of natural randomness. All it takes is a mere thought to do so. After activated, it threads itself into the dimension, and nearest thing that it can react to – in this case, you Dusk. See, a being, whether they are human or not, has the power to control their Fate. This is a form of order based on probability. This upsets the Probability Bomb. There are ways to distort it, safely. Several, to be exact. However...”, he gave Dusk a small wink, “ I doubt you are aware of any of these methods?”

Nicholas paced the roof slowly, as he watched the red double-helix that floated in front of him on his palm. He gave a small sigh of satisfaction before he returned to the conversation. “In either instance... you are welcome to stop it right now... this attack. However, realize that whatever happens, could mean the end of you... me... your world... or something random could happen. For instance, we could all suddenly turn into moose. As comical as that may sound, it is true. “ Nic gave a somewhat sadistic smile.

“The choice is yours, Dusk.”


OOC: Congrats LDJ. You just got locked.

 

[Solarized]

Dusk patiently waited, his Valkrye sword primed for a follow up attack by Nicholas through the small black cloud the previous explosion had created. However to his dissatisfaction he only noticed that Nicholas had made his way to the roof and no further with a wide smirk spread across his face.

For the next few minutes Dusk patiently hovered and listened to Nicholas' long winded explanation of his next attack, though the information was greatly welcomed. The particles in his hand both astonished and slightly scared Dusk as they slowly began to perform their spell. This kind of power reminded him of Ukiah Oregon and Valyon Lightstar, both of whom could weild such devestating power at their fingertips however Dusk was more then capable to hold his own even against these great beings.

After Nicholas finished there was a period of silence, one which seemed to last an eternity. Nicholas had asked the question, Dusk was to answer and the fate of not only this planet but this entire reality seemed to depend on it, he needed to make sure this answer was right. Hovering there quietly he searched his brain for an answer to this problem before Nicholas pulled the trigger so to say.

During his time in thought Dusk realised one thing, magic was the biggest peice of crap he had ever encountered. It was true that Dusk was a proud and courageous warrior however if there was one thing that had slipped by him then it was the knowledge of magic and weilders of such dark arts. Magic was a technique that Dusk couldn't grasp, something he couldn't master. He prefered to fight with his fists, his weapons, his warriors pride. However in those few seconds Dusk realised that he had obtained the answer to this slight problem.

Snapping out from his deep thought process Dusk looked straight at Nicholas and smiled before moving for his belt, though not for his weapons this time. His movements were slow as to not make Nicholas react to him and set the spell off. Moving for his belt he started to un-buckle it before taking it off and removing his holstered weapons which were attached to it. Holding both arms out he gave Nicholas another look before dropping both guns and his Valkrye sword down into the cold depths of the harbour waters below. As they hit the water Dusk looked back to Nicholas,

"Before you set that spell off i have one thing to say. Ok."

The now un-armed Dusk slowly moved down towards the roof of the Opera House, his arms stretched out as to not cause a panic and prove he was of freindly intent, at the moment at least. Slowly touching his feet against the roof Dusk made contact with Nicholas' eyes and slowly moved forward.

"You see here's the thing. Now that you've explained you great plan you've done nothing more then do two things. First you've not only threatened the welfare of this planet but of this entire reality that i've sworn to protect but secondly.........you pissed me off much more then any one person has my entire life."

As he took each step forward Dusk's voice slowly began to transform. From being gentle and forgiving it was now becoming more feirce and distorted. His anger was beginning to show and his eyes revealed a new, more determined, look to them along with a strange change of the iris', they were turning white from their normal brown. As he approached Nicholas a strange white aura began to form around Dusk's body. His hair started to transform from its normal dark and messy form to a more wind swept, white look, though these changes seemed to change back and forth with every step Dusk took. it was apparent that Dusk was in the process of transforming to match the wings that had folded closed on his back, however before the transformation could be completed it simply stopped, Dusk's last step resulting in him becoming the self he was when he landed on the roof. Now within and inch of Nicholas he smirked once again before finishing what he had to say.

"Now about this spell of yours, based on probability and chance you say. Interesting. I can honestly say that i've never met anyone willing to use a spell that dangerous and you have the nerve to ask me for my decision on how to stop you? Well here's my answer............do it. You say the spell's effects are completely random, then i'm gonna say that even you don't know what's going to happen, do you? Like you said, we could all become mice, or worse, so go ahead, set it off."

Dusk decided to walk a fine line, leaving not only the future of himself but the entire reality on a dangerous game of chance, however just like Nicholas had said, the outcome of the spell was completely random and therefor not even Nicholas himself could possibly know what was about to happen. Waiting there patiently Dusk awaited Nicholas' response.