((I do other things and come back to this argument, interesting. I'm rather fine with Ninja's character, but I also agree that their crazily powerful, but that doesn't equal unbeatable. I bring forth as evidence accelerator from an anime who could change the vector values of whatever he touches(basically redirecting whatever he touches, such as blood flow and air. He killed someone by the former and started to create plasma with the later. He also has dark matter wings, minor magic, high intellect, machine ingenuity, marksmanship, and driving skills.). Yet he was defeated by the most unluckiest person in the world. Anyways, my point is that if its bothering some people so much then why not just put a range limit on him or something? But even without a limit its still fully possible to defeat him, such as David vs Goliath.
Also, I am unsure about what to do other then this small thing I thought of that I consider funny. Really my person is on a VTOL with a incompetent pilot, a Dr., and another specialist that's basically her opposite and I am not entirely sure were to go from there.
P.S. I honestly lost track while writing this so sorry if what I type might not make sense, been to focused on other things.))
(( SD, I'm not pinning everything on you. I'm just as responsible as you are, since I supplied the "tinder" for you to "ignite", if we continue with the analogy of starting a fire. My character is, undoubtably, overpowered. Nobody will deny that. Is he beatable? As Night said in the post above, yes. Will defeating him be easy? No. I'll agree with you to the point of Tobias' abilities needing to be reconfigured a bit and that is something I am entirely willing to do.
Also, if people are wondering what to do, Rev. Inc. is hosting an all-out-brawl between the super stars of the different companies. Demigods aren't required, nor are humans the mandetory race for the fighter. (*nudge nudge wink wink* Robots). ))
((Yeah, I guess you're right. However, apparently my theories on starting this at the right time and using the correct format appear to be incorrect. Damn Statistics 111. Apparently there is more at play here. I guess the forums of 2014 are different than the forums of 2015. I'll step back into the RP for the time being if it makes it through this, and will continue playing my side-plot with Mentor and the Technicians as well as interacting with the rest of y'all.))
((I'll have a post written up in a few minutes.))
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Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
((Admittedly, the entire purpose of the Demigods are to be living superweapons, so it makes sense that they would be overpowered. I only left for a couple days to give things a chance to cool off, and it appears that they did. Still friends?
You'll be missed Scarf ))
[Takranos]
I woke up and stepped out of my stasis tube to be greeted by a team of scientists, all of whom looked positively giddy beyond reason. They tried to conceal it, but they were far too fidgety to convince me. They all lined up on either side of me, and a short pale-skinned man in a black coat approached me. He was only just slightly taller than I was, but still looked like he could beat up an average human of my stature and weight. His hair was slicked back and styled, but it didn't reach any further than the nape of his neck. "Tak-ranooooos," he said in a singsong tone. "We finally found your opportunity. This letter just came in today - and we've accepted the challenge. Read it," he said as he handed me the envelope. It had already been opened, so I didn't have to worry about tearing the pretty stationery.
A wild-eyed ear-to-ear grin adorned my face as I read the contents of the letter.
"Dear Kaiser Industries chairman Horizon Cross,
You, along with all of your employees and associates, are invited to take part in the Croisé Festival. Come join us and others from across the globe for a day of merriment and joviality! The highlight of the evening will be one simple event - an all-out, no-holds-barred brawl. Each company will have their strongest member, whether soldier or science experiment, serve as their representative.
Other than the festival's main event, which should be a spectacle of godlike proportions, this is to be a peaceful and enjoyable evening. Be sure to bring your best, because the other companies will certainly be doing so as well.
Best wishes,
Rev. Inc."
I tore the paper in half and dropped the pieces on the floor at my feet, looking the man in front of me square in the face with a wicked smirk. "Takranos, I don't think I need to tell you what needs to be done. This event will be your demonstration. Let them know that Kaiser Industries means business," he encouraged, reaching his hand out for a handshake.
Shaking his hand confidently, I nodded in confirmation. "Horizon, I promise you that it will be a display that you won't want to miss."
((On a side note, my birthday is in a mere 3 1/2 hours.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
(( Anyways, enough OOC. Let's get some IC posts going. ))
[Tobias]
Ouranos and I were picked up by a large vehicle. It's exterior was a metallic black, the windows tinted as dark as possible. It wasn't sleek, but the different polygon-like points on it made it seem much more unique, compared to the slipstream and aerodynamic machines that flood the streets nowadays. The truck was built like an old military vehicle; a tank, I think it was called. Instead of relying on wheels or a hover engine, it used carbon treads, which I found appealing to the eye. There was a sort of two row cabin for a driver and navigator plus perhaps two or three other people. Most of the vehicle was the back, which consisted of a large, probably fifteen foot, corridor lined with seating. The walls were several inches thick, so this thing was probably built to resist any kind of attack.
The ride was short and sweet, if you consider short to be a few hours, and sweet being lackluster and boring. I couldn't tell from the outside, but the windows had strips of metal every couple inches, giving it a shutter effect. Needless to say, looking out the window wouldn't work too well. We passed through No-Man's-Land, a sort of mini territory that belonged to nobody, not even the rebels. It was some sort of nature reserve, because there were no roads, no people to taint the land, and definitely no signs of industry. There was a large animal with four legs, at the end of each leg an odd collection of tough muscle. It was overweight, with its body (torso and stuff, not the entire thing) being larger than it's other features. Splotches of black contrasted heavily with a majorly white fill, the color scheme being decently cool. I had no time to marvel at this creature before we arrived.
We entered Revolution Incorporated's territory and followed a set of instructions they sent to Ouranos. The structure of the arena was simple: a large circular field, the perimeter defended by plates of metal at least ten feet tall and several inches thick, each one slightly leaning toward the middle of the area. Around this gigantic circle stood nine viewing pavilions, each one equidistant to one another. Our driver found the one marked with the Krios Corps logo and he pulled up next to it, then activated the automatic door release. The sun was blinding after the being stuck in the armored van for so long, but my eyes adjusted quickly. Rev. Inc. was already setup, a man about my age stretching inside of the battle area.
The man had an 'okay' height, being slightly shorter than myself, but he held himself confidently. His hair was a gentle brown, which matched his eyes perfectly. If I hadn't known better, I'd say he modified his appearance with some Gen-Juice or whatever Arksiane called it. Anyways, his outfit was near identical to my own. He had a similar cloak, although it was white where mine was black, gold where I had silver. Although it wasn't mounted on his face just yet, ther was a golden mask tossed near him, near identical to my silver one. What I found infuriating about him was something I already noted but not in full: his hair. Although it was brown, there was a large streak of red. My blue streak was the after effect of the genetic engineering that had been done on my body, and they were practically mocking it's uniqueness. A simple thing to get angry about, but it bothered me the most about him. Sure, his outfit was nearly the inverted form of my own, as he was dressed in white, gold, and red, but I didn't care for much of that.
"So I hear you're Tobias, the pet for Krios." He called out, walking toward me. "The name is Shane. People say you are a monster on the battlefield."
"My name is Tobias, yes." I responded, holding back my anger. I didn't know what, but something about this guy infuriated me on a level deeper than physically. Rev. Inc. had gone the distance to make him my polar opposite, their sort of secret weapon against me. "I'll show you how powerful I am later, when I'll be crushing your smug little face in." I snapped.
Shane scoffed. "Why wait? I've been training for almost a year just to kill you." That comment was the last straw. I didn't care if it was a death threat, but he had said that with only a few months of honing his skills, he would be able to defeat sixteen years of scientific perfection. Subconsciously, I used my left fist to grab some sort of metaphorical string, although it was really just keeping his clothing in a semi-permanent potential state until I acted upon it. My right fist held something else: nothing. Rather than a weapon being held, my fist was coated in raw energy, a powerful and unmodified form that comes from few sources. I punched him square in the jaw, tossing the arrogant jerk over the metal barricade and crashing into the stands assigned to DLDynamics. He got back up after his body crushed several rows of benches, then jumped into the arena yet again. "The reason I am your bane," He started, walking toward me, "is because of what I control." Although he was several yards away, he swung his fist at me. As if following the pattern of his flesh, a clump of rock formed a clenched hand, then flew toward me in the same arc.
The thoughts passing through my head weren't involving fear, but rather relief. I had gotten a bit anxious and began overthinking things earlier, such as what he might control. If we both used energy, it would be a hard fight, but this gave me confidence that I could defeat him. Energy versus Matter, two Primal forces fighting it out.
(( TL;DR: Ouranos, Tobias, and a few others leave for the brawl. Tobias notices a strange creature that we call a 'cow' and is UTTERly fascinated. Upon arrival, Tobias immediately begins combat with Shane, Rev. Inc.'s Demigod that can control Matter. Neither are very fond of each other. ))
Amber just sat in her seat holding her head still even after the whole problem involving the rather bad pilot, who she has promised to kill when this is all over. But her current state left her unable to respond to a mission update, leaving Judgement the one to respond to it. He quickly updated the pilot before heading out to tell the rest. Amber just looked up with a look saying to tell her what ever it is, which he soon did.
"It would appear that we are to head to a area under control by rev inc Mam. Something about some competition and us being the closest, which reminds me. Um, please don't panic but apparently we've been flying above no man's land the entire time, now I'm sure your mad but-"
He didn't get to finish as she immediately stood up in rage, the Dr making an attempt at holding her down, only to fail until judgement joined in. It took around an hour before she finally calmed down, enough time apparently for the VTOL to reach its destination. It quickly switched modes as it descended down near the DLD's spot. As its stop completed and the loading bay opened, the Dr and Judgement walked out, only realizing their mistake to late. A large crash could be heard followed by a scream. They simply watched as the pilot rushed out as fast as he could, followed by Amber with a dagger in pursuit. They then noticed were they were heading, strait into the field as Amber just yelled upon entrance.
"Come back you idiot! You nearly gave me a concussion, flew us in circles, and don't deserve your license!"
Judgment and the Dr simply watched them nevesly as they also walked onto the field, immediately noticing the two demigods and the damage to their stands and silently cursed. They eventually watched the chaos until they heard someone screaming no rather highly and seeing Amber walking over. Behind her was the pilot, tied up and being dragged as she continued on her way with a almost slasher like smile. It didn't take long for her to notice the others there as well and immediately released the rope, allowing the pilot to quickly hop away as she looked around and said,
"I swear, if we turn out to be the only normal ones here, then I'm going to make someone pay if we survive. Why didn't our demigod get sent?"
Her two companions only shrugged as she only gulped for the inevitable fight.
(( Happy Birthday to Ronin! Another year closer to your next plate of nachos! ))
[Tobias]
This 'Shane' person was no slouch when it came to a fight. Every time I attacked, wether it be coating my fist in energy or rather using my abilities to launch a projectile, he was able to use the ground around us to block. I couldn't really grasp the limitations he had just yet, but I was simply studying for a weakness.
At one point, he reached to his side and pulled out a water bottle, sprinkling a bit on his hands and on his face, before taking a swig. Something clicked in my mind, but I didn't really know what. Shane summoned a massive amount of metal ore from the ground into four walls to trap me in, but I evaded the attempt with ease. What I didn't notice was the fact that I couldn't move once I landed until too late. Rings of water were laid taught against my wrists, pulling my arms in separate directions. My theory was that he had probably used the water on his hands to act as a catalyst for summoning a larger amount from further away, storing it underground so I wouldn't notice. Slowly, his reservoir was lifted, entrapping my feet and immobilizing my legs. He had clearly been trained specifically to be my rival, but he wouldn't yet best me just yet. His water prison was similar in concept to my technique of locking potential energy, so I figured I'd be able to get some sort of advantage. An idea came to mind, and boy, did I feel stupid for not seeing it earlier. He was using his own willpower and skill to control the water and keep that which was locking my arms levitating, meaning it was, technically, unnatural potential energy. With this in mind, I blew his liquid handcuffs to droplets, then manually bashed what constricted my legs.
"So you aren't that dumb. You're still missing something." He taunted. Several more exchanges past: one of us attacking, the other perfectly defending against it. Some representatives from DLD arrived, but I could spare them none of my attention. My foe was the greatest threat I had.
I had my own secret boost, of course. Inside my pocket was an energy bar, although it wasn't normal, nor would I use it for it's intended purpose. When I bit the top portion of it off, as if I were to actually eat it, I separated a miniature, high-capacity battery inside from the vitamin rich and sugar loaded snack while it was concealed inside my mouth. With its energy drained, I spit both objects out onto the ground. Unfortunately, I didn't time it as well as I intended, since I could make better use of it within AES. Regardless, my tank was back near full and I intended to use this to pummel my opponent.
Shane looked at me and I could get the message from his eyes: one strike, everything you've got. In the palm of his hand was a collection of dirt, stone, mud, water, and other assorted materials, surrounded by a thin yet dense layer of gas, the name of which I was unfamiliar, probably just condensed oxygen. To meet this, I prepared another punch. Raw energy coated my fist, lightning danced up and down my arm, and the entire attack had every bit of potential energy pointing toward Shane, like a gun leveled on a target. When he began to move, I was already in front of him, slamming my metal arm into his chest. Light, literally, shined for his eyes for a brief second, before they were charred. My opponent was no more.
Just like myself, he was resilient. Any other would have been decimated by that assault, yet he was able to keep his body whole, for the most part. As if trying to get the last laugh, Shane touched my precious arm and the metal fell into tiny cubes, irreparable without smelting the entire thing down and reconstructing it. Even the socket was destroyed, causing my blood to spill onto the chunks of my former limb replacement. The pain was unequal to anything I've ever before felt, even worse than when I literally blew my own arm off. With a glare, I raised my shoe, then used all the kinetic energy in it I could muster to slam it into his already weakened chest.
(( TL;DR: Tobias won, Shane died, but not before destroying Tobias' metal arm. ))
((THANK YOU! Er... what nachos? Ninja, what nachos?! TELL ME ABOUT THE NA-))
[Takranos]
While I had been outside the lab before, I had never gone as far as this. To be honest, thinking about how big the world really was compared to I... well, it was almost nauseating. It was hard to believe that the sky had no limit, and that made it all the more surreal.
Accompanying me outside was the chairman of Kaiser Industries Horizon, along with a platoon of soldiers armed with energy launchers. The energy launcher was a pretty big gun, if you could call it that. It consisted of a barrel roughly the width and length of my entire arm, with a small pale-colored pack mounted on the back of the wielder about the size of a bowling ball. Connecting the two were a series of thin wires that carried the energy from the energy pack to the actual gun. When fired, the gun would launch a pale blue blast of who-knows-what about the size of my fist that reduces whatever it hits to a blackened smear. The main caveat was that the thing was pretty heavy.
"Goodness, Horizon. This is supposed to be a peaceful event," I berated. Horizon simply looked me in the eye and shrugged. "You never can be too careful, you know," he responded.
"Yes you can. Remember that incident with the-"
"DON'T bring that up again. That was an accident. Still, the poor guy was reduced to red paint. Fine, I'll leave some of them here. SOME of them. I still need protection," he agreed. Four of 14 soldiers went back inside the laboratory, and the rest of us piled into a large aerial vehicle. As soon as we sat down inside the bland black transport, the rear hatch closed and the sound of whirring filled the air. "Buckle up and enjoy the view, boys," the pilot said over the chopper's speakers. It felt rather strange to not have my feet firmly on the ground, but it didn't feel bad. It just felt new.
The trip wasn't short by any sense of the word. However, the amazing view made it well worth it. The copter had what the pilot called light panels, which reflected the scenery around them and projected the video image inside the chopper, allowing us to see everything around the chopper. The view was spectacular beyond compare.
However, all good things come to an end, as I saw the stadium in the distance. However, this also meant that another good thing was to begin - the demonstration of something great.
If I was to make an entrance, I was gonna make a good one. The hatch in the rear of the chopper opened up, and I grinned. "See you at the bottom," I said with a grin. I sprinted out the hatch and made a spectacular long jump, proceeding to plunge roughly half a mile before I begun my landing.
As I fell, two masses of Eilite began forming underneath my feet. They quickly melded together to form a kind of hoverboard, and as I approached the ground, I turned over and surfed on the wind, spiraling around the stadium several times before coming to a slow stop. The hoverboard exploded underneath me and the dispersed Eilite absorbed into my skin, and I landed on the ground with a pretty awesome landing pose if I say so myself. I stood up and looked to my opponents to see that one had already been cooked alive, and the other was missing a rather important piece of himself. I wasn't going to just sit there - he needed my help if I was going to slaughter him later.
I ran towards the wounded man and looked at the bleeding stump that used to be an arm. "If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be missing an arm. I could make you a proxy for the time being, but you'll need to get it fixed as soon as possible," I recommended. I picked up a couple of the metal cubes that used to be his arm, and tossed them passively in my hands. He was in significant pain, obvious by the look on his face, so he'd need to decide soon. "Well? Yes or no?"
((Drat. I only notice that I'm Ninja'd twenty hours later. Let me edit my post.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
When the sound of combat stopped, I knew there was trouble. Most fights involving our Demigod never ended well, leaving someone such as myself to clean up the mess. Getting over the barricade was a snap, since all I had to do was step onto the viewing pavilion then jump over. With the metal boundary cleared, the scene before me was odd.
A dead body; a Demigod I faintly knew of from Kaiser; and a Demigod standing there as if he were dead as well. Tobias' arm looked like a stack of silver blocks of that fancy cheese on toothpicks that you might find at some rich person party. I was behind him, but I already had theories of what effects he was currently dealing with, one such being going into shock. Sprinting to his side, I took mental notes of it all: his eyes having begun rolling into the back of his head, his skin pale, and most oddly enough, his skin hadn't regenerated over the wound. Before I did this, the other Demigod had offered to create a new arm for Tobias, but I shook my head for him.
"It's useless to try to talk to him, he's in shock. He's the type that rarely gets injured and even the slightest injury can screw up his mind, and this is decently severe. Thanks for offering to construct him a replacement limb, but no thank you. The arm was designed for the sole purpose of resisting his own strength, and few other materials can do that." I briefly explained. A memory had been recalled, back before Tobias had been woken up a few years ago. Krios Corps and Kaiser had had a sort of technological trade to promote peace between the two territories. KC had given pieces of tech that would allow people to convert electricity into purified energy, which was more efficient, for reasons to be explained later. Kaiser supplied us with genetic information similar to the results of Psyternaline usage, which we used to further upgrade Tobias' abilities. At the time, they had their own pet project going on, and the exchange likely improved each.
"If I remember correctly, your name is Takranos, and your true nature is being able to manipulate Eilite. If that is the case and my memory hasn't failed me, then that material would work for an artificial limb if Tobias' Nova wasn't so powerful. Regardless, we thank you for your offer." I say, with a smile. When I tapped on Tobias' shoulder and he didn't physically react, I extended my right arm behind him, then swung my foot into the back of his knee. His body collapsed, and I plucked him up with ease. He was a lot lighter, no longer toting around a metal limb. Fortunately, the way I was holding him, the blood he spilt did not get onto my clothing, but it did stain the ground a bit.
I was back in the building's control center. The demigod had left, and I managed to get everything up and running at full capacity. The capital was a mess, but it was salvageable, as I had just proved. I had spent the time so far preparing Rumble for the brawl that Rev. Inc had set up. It would be an excellent opportunity to gather information on what the other companies had in store. I would be here, monitoring Rumble the whole time, receiving intel and ready to wirelessly retrieve Rumble's AI should he fall in battle.
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[Rumble]
The VTOL flew fairly quickly to the scene of the battle royale, carrying me from the factory that this body had just been built in and I had been transferred to.
I had been outfitted with a new body for the free-for-all. In the short time provided to us, Master and I had managed to design a new body for me, designed to be able to take on other Demigods - and Krios Corps.' demigod specifically. It wasn't cheap, being made of some of the most advanced technology Mechanus had to offer.
The main material was 'TK armor', a special black alloy designed to resist the outside influence of Psychics and, more importantly, demigods. It wasn't invincible, of course. TK armor only stopped direct influence - physical damage caused by a psychic's/demigod's attack would still damage it. Any material in the body that wasn't pure TK armor was laced with it, such as the wiring of the body, to prevent electricity from being sapped by the KC Demigod's abilities.
The weaponry was simple enough. The claws were basic slashing weapons. A weapon port on the back was home to a chainsaw, which could be connected to the tail and swung around that way. Alternatively, the tail could be used to deliver an electric shock to opponents. Lastly, the body didn't have a mouth. Instead there was what appeared to be an optical unit, but instead was a high-powered laser beam. The laser was a direct countermeasure to the KC demigod - Master and I found it likely that he was incapable of controlling photons, so a ranged weapon based on them was worth testing against the demigod.
"We're here," called the pilot of the VTOL as it came to a stop, "You're cleared to jump." The side of the VTOL opened, allowing me to exit the vehicle.
Without a word, I leaped out of the VTOL and surveyed the scene. Standing on the far side of the arena was a group from DLDynamics that didn't seem like they expected to be here. To the right was the KC demigod. He seemed to be having some trouble, next to him an unidentified man - likely a demigod, judging by the abnormal looks - and none other than Ouranos, the president of Krios Corps.
The VTOL that brought me retreated to a safer distance, hovering over Mechanus's designated viewing pavilion. I remained still, somewhat confused by the situation, trying to determine the best course of action.
((Ninja, since Scarf is gone and offered his character up, is it alright if I have Rumble kill Daniel?))
Quite honestly, I felt flattered to know that this guy knew so much about me. "That's correct. I'm surprised you know so much about me," I said with a rather impressed demeanor. Looking at the bleeding Demigod's limp body, my face bore a slight frown. Not a piteous frown, mind you, but rather one of disappointment. To tell the truth, I was looking forward to testing this guy's skills.
"Well, it was worth a try, I guess," I said with a shrug. I looked over at the far side of the stadium to see an automated mech - Mechanus, no doubt - but it didn't appear to be standard issue. Possessing a feline-esque form, it carried itself with a weird kind of mechanical grace. I simply stared back at it, waiting to see if it was friend or foe.
((Just a heads-up - I am going to be out of town all day long tomorrow, so don't expect any activity any time after Noon, PST.))
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
As the unidentified demigod and I exchanged looks, another VTOL entered the arena. It hovered over the area designated for GregTech. A man in a familiar exo-suit jumped out and onto the landing pad. It was GregTech's demigod, no doubt. Unlike most other companies, GregTech didn't bother with secrecy about their demigod's abilities. In fact, they made sure everyone knew what their demigod was capable of, sending him on mission after mission.
Master and I theorized the demigod's only enhanced quality was his intelligence. He never did anything physically exceptional without the help of his exo-suit, and he displayed some level of competence with every move he made.
The demigod quickly surveyed the scene and pulled out a plasma pistol. Without missing a beat, he turned to me and started firing. My best guess was that he had designated me as a prime target because I'm a machine. I found it likely that he believed that he could quickly outsmart and destroy me, eliminating a competitor and showing off in front of his foes in the process. Two birds with one stone, as the human saying goes. However, overconfidence was the downfall of many great men. I could tell this demigod was about to join their ranks.
Rather than display my ranged capabilities to the others in the arena, I charged towards the demigod, dodging his shots as I went. I attached the chainsaw on my back to my tail during the run. No matter how smart he was, it would be difficult to outsmart a chainsaw. When I neared him, he launched off the ground using the rockets in his boots, attempting to fly over my head and generate some distance between us. Having anticipated the move, I launched into the air and slashed at one of his boots with the chainsaw.
The rocket was damaged, sending him spiraling out of control and into the ground, his pistol flying out of his hands and skidding across the ground. I charged him as he got up. He pulled out a plasma sword in an attempt to defend himself, swinging it at my tail to try to sever the chainsaw off. My tail was quicker, however, and moved to slice through his arm. The limb came off quickly, and my opponent writhed in pain, falling onto his back, his one good hand holding the stump. Not wasting any time, I pounced on him and drove my chainsaw into his chest.
For a moment, the sound of grinding metal and a slightly muffled howl of pain from the demigod echoed across the arena. I stepped off of the demigod's corpse silently and placed the chainsaw onto my back again. Using my now free tail, I hooked it into the dead demigod's helmet to try fishing for data that might be in the suit. During the process, I looked around the arena to see if anyone else wanted to challenge me. Hopefully, that display had gotten a point across, and nobody else would bother. I didn't intend to strike unless provoked.
((You know, I find it funny how DLDynamics is the only one who brought a medic, even if hes a combat medic.))
Amber and Judgement both looked around in shock at how apparently two demigods have already died and the presence of a mech making them regret not bringing an emp or something. But then they started to think about the transportation method everyone here has used, such as how the majority used VTOLs. Amber was quicker to recover and looked at her teammates, only to find that the Dr left his pack next to them and running up to the demigod who lost an arm. She silently sighed before running and catching up with him, holding out her arm to stop him before whispering angerly,
"What do you think your doing!"
"I am doing my job mam, I am a doctor and thus it is my duty to help, even if their our enemies."
"Yes, but its a demigod, one who we are going to have to fight at some time. We aren't prepared, we were equipped for a hit and run operation, mostly. Except for maby the other stuff we brought as a precaution, but even then we are so dead!"
"I think you are underestimating things Amber, you and Judgement are both specialists from heavy to light. Working together it is possible for even normal humans to do anything. Now, will you please let me do me job?"
Amber just looked at him conflicted before lowering her arm and slouching in defeat as she spoke up, "fine, have it your way. But don't say I didn't warn you about this." She then stepped aside, allowing him to walk past and over to the demigod and the other two people near him as well. She cast a quick glance to everyone and thing in the arena and walked closer to the group as well, though only enough to hear before stopping and being joined by Judgement.
The Dr slowly walked over, looking at everyone around before speaking up to the person currently holding the demigod, making sure that his appearance made it more easy to figure out that he was a medic, "Excuse me sir, but I was wondering if I may offer my service to you for now? I can only imagine that your demigod there most likely isn't suppose to be missing an arm. But I must say, its rather entertaining to see how it appears that DLDynamics is the only ones here who even brought a medic here."
I watched with slight disgust as Mechanus' mech all but destroyed Gregtech's so-called Demigod. That thing is definitely not something I'd like to meet in a dark alley... if I were human.
With my body being made up mostly of nigh-unbreakable Eilite, it meant that unless that chainsaw was made of some truly wicked stuff, it would probably chip, dent, and break before he ever cut my flesh. In all likelihood, I could take the mech myself, but I wasn't about to subject myself to the vulnerabilities of hubris.
With a somewhat disquieted expression, I sighed somewhat sheepishly. "Don't you think we should wait until the crowds arrive before we start butchering each other? Don't get me wrong, I'm all for thrashing you. But I'd like to have a proper crowd first," I said.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Watching a robot absolutely massacre someone else was entertaining. The Demigod representative of GregTech had been reduced to a pile of blood, guts, and possibly recyclable materials, all at the hands of a mech. Tobias wouldn't face a whole bunch of trouble from it, but if that small thing was displaying the power of Mechanus, it would be best not to underestimate it. All the while, a medical specialist from DLDynamics had offered to patch up our sorry excuse for a warrior, but I again shook my head.
"Don't worry, his healing abilities are remarkable." I bragged, without telling the whole truth. I could tell by Tobias' hair that he wasn't sending any of his energy toward regeneration, at least no more than a regular human would. "He hasn't had a real right arm in years, and the wound'll get fixed up."
With this said, I winked, then walked toward a gate that had been built in for fighters to enter and exit through. When I got back to our preparation area, I tossed down the Demigod like a sack of potatoes, which woke him up quickly. I ordered Tobias to allocate sixty percent of his energy toward patching his arm, then walked away. A simple phone call to headquarters later and the main crew of scientists would be bringing over a new stump, which is just an easy word for the mechanical intersection between metal and flesh. There were no spare arms lying around, so our 'glorious gladiator' would be forced to work with one. That's when I got an idea for a simple little pick-me-up.
"Catch." I told Tobias, noticing he wasn't bleeding anymore. In a small bag was tossed, the pouch containing a box of matches. "It isn't ideal, but someone suggested using your energy as a food source for fire, giving the illusion of being able to control it. Even without the element of surprise, it might come in handy. Anyways, the main event'll be starting soon, so finish up fixing your stubby little shoulder and get out there."
((I feel like nobody wants to make a move, and Ninja has something up his sleeve for the plot, but just doesn't want to double-post. I could be wrong, though.))
((Arksiane has a post in the works. I'll edit it in a minute.))
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Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
((I do other things and come back to this argument, interesting. I'm rather fine with Ninja's character, but I also agree that their crazily powerful, but that doesn't equal unbeatable. I bring forth as evidence accelerator from an anime who could change the vector values of whatever he touches(basically redirecting whatever he touches, such as blood flow and air. He killed someone by the former and started to create plasma with the later. He also has dark matter wings, minor magic, high intellect, machine ingenuity, marksmanship, and driving skills.). Yet he was defeated by the most unluckiest person in the world. Anyways, my point is that if its bothering some people so much then why not just put a range limit on him or something? But even without a limit its still fully possible to defeat him, such as David vs Goliath.
Also, I am unsure about what to do other then this small thing I thought of that I consider funny. Really my person is on a VTOL with a incompetent pilot, a Dr., and another specialist that's basically her opposite and I am not entirely sure were to go from there.
P.S. I honestly lost track while writing this so sorry if what I type might not make sense, been to focused on other things.))
(( SD, I'm not pinning everything on you. I'm just as responsible as you are, since I supplied the "tinder" for you to "ignite", if we continue with the analogy of starting a fire. My character is, undoubtably, overpowered. Nobody will deny that. Is he beatable? As Night said in the post above, yes. Will defeating him be easy? No. I'll agree with you to the point of Tobias' abilities needing to be reconfigured a bit and that is something I am entirely willing to do.
Also, if people are wondering what to do, Rev. Inc. is hosting an all-out-brawl between the super stars of the different companies. Demigods aren't required, nor are humans the mandetory race for the fighter. (*nudge nudge wink wink* Robots). ))
((Yeah, I guess you're right. However, apparently my theories on starting this at the right time and using the correct format appear to be incorrect. Damn Statistics 111. Apparently there is more at play here. I guess the forums of 2014 are different than the forums of 2015. I'll step back into the RP for the time being if it makes it through this, and will continue playing my side-plot with Mentor and the Technicians as well as interacting with the rest of y'all.))
((I'll have a post written up in a few minutes.))
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
((Im staying out, anyone can feel free to take over Daniel if they like.))
((Admittedly, the entire purpose of the Demigods are to be living superweapons, so it makes sense that they would be overpowered. I only left for a couple days to give things a chance to cool off, and it appears that they did. Still friends?
You'll be missed Scarf ))
[Takranos]
I woke up and stepped out of my stasis tube to be greeted by a team of scientists, all of whom looked positively giddy beyond reason. They tried to conceal it, but they were far too fidgety to convince me. They all lined up on either side of me, and a short pale-skinned man in a black coat approached me. He was only just slightly taller than I was, but still looked like he could beat up an average human of my stature and weight. His hair was slicked back and styled, but it didn't reach any further than the nape of his neck. "Tak-ranooooos," he said in a singsong tone. "We finally found your opportunity. This letter just came in today - and we've accepted the challenge. Read it," he said as he handed me the envelope. It had already been opened, so I didn't have to worry about tearing the pretty stationery.
A wild-eyed ear-to-ear grin adorned my face as I read the contents of the letter.
"Dear Kaiser Industries chairman Horizon Cross,
You, along with all of your employees and associates, are invited to take part in the Croisé Festival. Come join us and others from across the globe for a day of merriment and joviality! The highlight of the evening will be one simple event - an all-out, no-holds-barred brawl. Each company will have their strongest member, whether soldier or science experiment, serve as their representative.
Other than the festival's main event, which should be a spectacle of godlike proportions, this is to be a peaceful and enjoyable evening. Be sure to bring your best, because the other companies will certainly be doing so as well.
Best wishes,
Rev. Inc."
I tore the paper in half and dropped the pieces on the floor at my feet, looking the man in front of me square in the face with a wicked smirk. "Takranos, I don't think I need to tell you what needs to be done. This event will be your demonstration. Let them know that Kaiser Industries means business," he encouraged, reaching his hand out for a handshake.
Shaking his hand confidently, I nodded in confirmation. "Horizon, I promise you that it will be a display that you won't want to miss."
((On a side note, my birthday is in a mere 3 1/2 hours.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
(( Anyways, enough OOC. Let's get some IC posts going. ))
[Tobias]
Ouranos and I were picked up by a large vehicle. It's exterior was a metallic black, the windows tinted as dark as possible. It wasn't sleek, but the different polygon-like points on it made it seem much more unique, compared to the slipstream and aerodynamic machines that flood the streets nowadays. The truck was built like an old military vehicle; a tank, I think it was called. Instead of relying on wheels or a hover engine, it used carbon treads, which I found appealing to the eye. There was a sort of two row cabin for a driver and navigator plus perhaps two or three other people. Most of the vehicle was the back, which consisted of a large, probably fifteen foot, corridor lined with seating. The walls were several inches thick, so this thing was probably built to resist any kind of attack.
The ride was short and sweet, if you consider short to be a few hours, and sweet being lackluster and boring. I couldn't tell from the outside, but the windows had strips of metal every couple inches, giving it a shutter effect. Needless to say, looking out the window wouldn't work too well. We passed through No-Man's-Land, a sort of mini territory that belonged to nobody, not even the rebels. It was some sort of nature reserve, because there were no roads, no people to taint the land, and definitely no signs of industry. There was a large animal with four legs, at the end of each leg an odd collection of tough muscle. It was overweight, with its body (torso and stuff, not the entire thing) being larger than it's other features. Splotches of black contrasted heavily with a majorly white fill, the color scheme being decently cool. I had no time to marvel at this creature before we arrived.
We entered Revolution Incorporated's territory and followed a set of instructions they sent to Ouranos. The structure of the arena was simple: a large circular field, the perimeter defended by plates of metal at least ten feet tall and several inches thick, each one slightly leaning toward the middle of the area. Around this gigantic circle stood nine viewing pavilions, each one equidistant to one another. Our driver found the one marked with the Krios Corps logo and he pulled up next to it, then activated the automatic door release. The sun was blinding after the being stuck in the armored van for so long, but my eyes adjusted quickly. Rev. Inc. was already setup, a man about my age stretching inside of the battle area.
The man had an 'okay' height, being slightly shorter than myself, but he held himself confidently. His hair was a gentle brown, which matched his eyes perfectly. If I hadn't known better, I'd say he modified his appearance with some Gen-Juice or whatever Arksiane called it. Anyways, his outfit was near identical to my own. He had a similar cloak, although it was white where mine was black, gold where I had silver. Although it wasn't mounted on his face just yet, ther was a golden mask tossed near him, near identical to my silver one. What I found infuriating about him was something I already noted but not in full: his hair. Although it was brown, there was a large streak of red. My blue streak was the after effect of the genetic engineering that had been done on my body, and they were practically mocking it's uniqueness. A simple thing to get angry about, but it bothered me the most about him. Sure, his outfit was nearly the inverted form of my own, as he was dressed in white, gold, and red, but I didn't care for much of that.
"So I hear you're Tobias, the pet for Krios." He called out, walking toward me. "The name is Shane. People say you are a monster on the battlefield."
"My name is Tobias, yes." I responded, holding back my anger. I didn't know what, but something about this guy infuriated me on a level deeper than physically. Rev. Inc. had gone the distance to make him my polar opposite, their sort of secret weapon against me. "I'll show you how powerful I am later, when I'll be crushing your smug little face in." I snapped.
Shane scoffed. "Why wait? I've been training for almost a year just to kill you." That comment was the last straw. I didn't care if it was a death threat, but he had said that with only a few months of honing his skills, he would be able to defeat sixteen years of scientific perfection. Subconsciously, I used my left fist to grab some sort of metaphorical string, although it was really just keeping his clothing in a semi-permanent potential state until I acted upon it. My right fist held something else: nothing. Rather than a weapon being held, my fist was coated in raw energy, a powerful and unmodified form that comes from few sources. I punched him square in the jaw, tossing the arrogant jerk over the metal barricade and crashing into the stands assigned to DLDynamics. He got back up after his body crushed several rows of benches, then jumped into the arena yet again. "The reason I am your bane," He started, walking toward me, "is because of what I control." Although he was several yards away, he swung his fist at me. As if following the pattern of his flesh, a clump of rock formed a clenched hand, then flew toward me in the same arc.
The thoughts passing through my head weren't involving fear, but rather relief. I had gotten a bit anxious and began overthinking things earlier, such as what he might control. If we both used energy, it would be a hard fight, but this gave me confidence that I could defeat him. Energy versus Matter, two Primal forces fighting it out.
(( TL;DR: Ouranos, Tobias, and a few others leave for the brawl. Tobias notices a strange creature that we call a 'cow' and is UTTERly fascinated. Upon arrival, Tobias immediately begins combat with Shane, Rev. Inc.'s Demigod that can control Matter. Neither are very fond of each other. ))
((Ok, now I'm finished.))
Amber just sat in her seat holding her head still even after the whole problem involving the rather bad pilot, who she has promised to kill when this is all over. But her current state left her unable to respond to a mission update, leaving Judgement the one to respond to it. He quickly updated the pilot before heading out to tell the rest. Amber just looked up with a look saying to tell her what ever it is, which he soon did.
"It would appear that we are to head to a area under control by rev inc Mam. Something about some competition and us being the closest, which reminds me. Um, please don't panic but apparently we've been flying above no man's land the entire time, now I'm sure your mad but-"
He didn't get to finish as she immediately stood up in rage, the Dr making an attempt at holding her down, only to fail until judgement joined in. It took around an hour before she finally calmed down, enough time apparently for the VTOL to reach its destination. It quickly switched modes as it descended down near the DLD's spot. As its stop completed and the loading bay opened, the Dr and Judgement walked out, only realizing their mistake to late. A large crash could be heard followed by a scream. They simply watched as the pilot rushed out as fast as he could, followed by Amber with a dagger in pursuit. They then noticed were they were heading, strait into the field as Amber just yelled upon entrance.
"Come back you idiot! You nearly gave me a concussion, flew us in circles, and don't deserve your license!"
Judgment and the Dr simply watched them nevesly as they also walked onto the field, immediately noticing the two demigods and the damage to their stands and silently cursed. They eventually watched the chaos until they heard someone screaming no rather highly and seeing Amber walking over. Behind her was the pilot, tied up and being dragged as she continued on her way with a almost slasher like smile. It didn't take long for her to notice the others there as well and immediately released the rope, allowing the pilot to quickly hop away as she looked around and said,
"I swear, if we turn out to be the only normal ones here, then I'm going to make someone pay if we survive. Why didn't our demigod get sent?"
Her two companions only shrugged as she only gulped for the inevitable fight.
(( Happy Birthday to Ronin! Another year closer to your next plate of nachos! ))
[Tobias]
This 'Shane' person was no slouch when it came to a fight. Every time I attacked, wether it be coating my fist in energy or rather using my abilities to launch a projectile, he was able to use the ground around us to block. I couldn't really grasp the limitations he had just yet, but I was simply studying for a weakness.
At one point, he reached to his side and pulled out a water bottle, sprinkling a bit on his hands and on his face, before taking a swig. Something clicked in my mind, but I didn't really know what. Shane summoned a massive amount of metal ore from the ground into four walls to trap me in, but I evaded the attempt with ease. What I didn't notice was the fact that I couldn't move once I landed until too late. Rings of water were laid taught against my wrists, pulling my arms in separate directions. My theory was that he had probably used the water on his hands to act as a catalyst for summoning a larger amount from further away, storing it underground so I wouldn't notice. Slowly, his reservoir was lifted, entrapping my feet and immobilizing my legs. He had clearly been trained specifically to be my rival, but he wouldn't yet best me just yet. His water prison was similar in concept to my technique of locking potential energy, so I figured I'd be able to get some sort of advantage. An idea came to mind, and boy, did I feel stupid for not seeing it earlier. He was using his own willpower and skill to control the water and keep that which was locking my arms levitating, meaning it was, technically, unnatural potential energy. With this in mind, I blew his liquid handcuffs to droplets, then manually bashed what constricted my legs.
"So you aren't that dumb. You're still missing something." He taunted. Several more exchanges past: one of us attacking, the other perfectly defending against it. Some representatives from DLD arrived, but I could spare them none of my attention. My foe was the greatest threat I had.
I had my own secret boost, of course. Inside my pocket was an energy bar, although it wasn't normal, nor would I use it for it's intended purpose. When I bit the top portion of it off, as if I were to actually eat it, I separated a miniature, high-capacity battery inside from the vitamin rich and sugar loaded snack while it was concealed inside my mouth. With its energy drained, I spit both objects out onto the ground. Unfortunately, I didn't time it as well as I intended, since I could make better use of it within AES. Regardless, my tank was back near full and I intended to use this to pummel my opponent.
Shane looked at me and I could get the message from his eyes: one strike, everything you've got. In the palm of his hand was a collection of dirt, stone, mud, water, and other assorted materials, surrounded by a thin yet dense layer of gas, the name of which I was unfamiliar, probably just condensed oxygen. To meet this, I prepared another punch. Raw energy coated my fist, lightning danced up and down my arm, and the entire attack had every bit of potential energy pointing toward Shane, like a gun leveled on a target. When he began to move, I was already in front of him, slamming my metal arm into his chest. Light, literally, shined for his eyes for a brief second, before they were charred. My opponent was no more.
Just like myself, he was resilient. Any other would have been decimated by that assault, yet he was able to keep his body whole, for the most part. As if trying to get the last laugh, Shane touched my precious arm and the metal fell into tiny cubes, irreparable without smelting the entire thing down and reconstructing it. Even the socket was destroyed, causing my blood to spill onto the chunks of my former limb replacement. The pain was unequal to anything I've ever before felt, even worse than when I literally blew my own arm off. With a glare, I raised my shoe, then used all the kinetic energy in it I could muster to slam it into his already weakened chest.
(( TL;DR: Tobias won, Shane died, but not before destroying Tobias' metal arm. ))
((THANK YOU! Er... what nachos? Ninja, what nachos?! TELL ME ABOUT THE NA-))
[Takranos]
While I had been outside the lab before, I had never gone as far as this. To be honest, thinking about how big the world really was compared to I... well, it was almost nauseating. It was hard to believe that the sky had no limit, and that made it all the more surreal.
Accompanying me outside was the chairman of Kaiser Industries Horizon, along with a platoon of soldiers armed with energy launchers. The energy launcher was a pretty big gun, if you could call it that. It consisted of a barrel roughly the width and length of my entire arm, with a small pale-colored pack mounted on the back of the wielder about the size of a bowling ball. Connecting the two were a series of thin wires that carried the energy from the energy pack to the actual gun. When fired, the gun would launch a pale blue blast of who-knows-what about the size of my fist that reduces whatever it hits to a blackened smear. The main caveat was that the thing was pretty heavy.
"Goodness, Horizon. This is supposed to be a peaceful event," I berated. Horizon simply looked me in the eye and shrugged. "You never can be too careful, you know," he responded.
"Yes you can. Remember that incident with the-"
"DON'T bring that up again. That was an accident. Still, the poor guy was reduced to red paint. Fine, I'll leave some of them here. SOME of them. I still need protection," he agreed. Four of 14 soldiers went back inside the laboratory, and the rest of us piled into a large aerial vehicle. As soon as we sat down inside the bland black transport, the rear hatch closed and the sound of whirring filled the air. "Buckle up and enjoy the view, boys," the pilot said over the chopper's speakers. It felt rather strange to not have my feet firmly on the ground, but it didn't feel bad. It just felt new.
The trip wasn't short by any sense of the word. However, the amazing view made it well worth it. The copter had what the pilot called light panels, which reflected the scenery around them and projected the video image inside the chopper, allowing us to see everything around the chopper. The view was spectacular beyond compare.
However, all good things come to an end, as I saw the stadium in the distance. However, this also meant that another good thing was to begin - the demonstration of something great.
If I was to make an entrance, I was gonna make a good one. The hatch in the rear of the chopper opened up, and I grinned. "See you at the bottom," I said with a grin. I sprinted out the hatch and made a spectacular long jump, proceeding to plunge roughly half a mile before I begun my landing.
As I fell, two masses of Eilite began forming underneath my feet. They quickly melded together to form a kind of hoverboard, and as I approached the ground, I turned over and surfed on the wind, spiraling around the stadium several times before coming to a slow stop. The hoverboard exploded underneath me and the dispersed Eilite absorbed into my skin, and I landed on the ground with a pretty awesome landing pose if I say so myself. I stood up and looked to my opponents to see that one had already been cooked alive, and the other was missing a rather important piece of himself. I wasn't going to just sit there - he needed my help if I was going to slaughter him later.
I ran towards the wounded man and looked at the bleeding stump that used to be an arm. "If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be missing an arm. I could make you a proxy for the time being, but you'll need to get it fixed as soon as possible," I recommended. I picked up a couple of the metal cubes that used to be his arm, and tossed them passively in my hands. He was in significant pain, obvious by the look on his face, so he'd need to decide soon. "Well? Yes or no?"
((Drat. I only notice that I'm Ninja'd twenty hours later. Let me edit my post.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
[Ouranos]
When the sound of combat stopped, I knew there was trouble. Most fights involving our Demigod never ended well, leaving someone such as myself to clean up the mess. Getting over the barricade was a snap, since all I had to do was step onto the viewing pavilion then jump over. With the metal boundary cleared, the scene before me was odd.
A dead body; a Demigod I faintly knew of from Kaiser; and a Demigod standing there as if he were dead as well. Tobias' arm looked like a stack of silver blocks of that fancy cheese on toothpicks that you might find at some rich person party. I was behind him, but I already had theories of what effects he was currently dealing with, one such being going into shock. Sprinting to his side, I took mental notes of it all: his eyes having begun rolling into the back of his head, his skin pale, and most oddly enough, his skin hadn't regenerated over the wound. Before I did this, the other Demigod had offered to create a new arm for Tobias, but I shook my head for him.
"It's useless to try to talk to him, he's in shock. He's the type that rarely gets injured and even the slightest injury can screw up his mind, and this is decently severe. Thanks for offering to construct him a replacement limb, but no thank you. The arm was designed for the sole purpose of resisting his own strength, and few other materials can do that." I briefly explained. A memory had been recalled, back before Tobias had been woken up a few years ago. Krios Corps and Kaiser had had a sort of technological trade to promote peace between the two territories. KC had given pieces of tech that would allow people to convert electricity into purified energy, which was more efficient, for reasons to be explained later. Kaiser supplied us with genetic information similar to the results of Psyternaline usage, which we used to further upgrade Tobias' abilities. At the time, they had their own pet project going on, and the exchange likely improved each.
"If I remember correctly, your name is Takranos, and your true nature is being able to manipulate Eilite. If that is the case and my memory hasn't failed me, then that material would work for an artificial limb if Tobias' Nova wasn't so powerful. Regardless, we thank you for your offer." I say, with a smile. When I tapped on Tobias' shoulder and he didn't physically react, I extended my right arm behind him, then swung my foot into the back of his knee. His body collapsed, and I plucked him up with ease. He was a lot lighter, no longer toting around a metal limb. Fortunately, the way I was holding him, the blood he spilt did not get onto my clothing, but it did stain the ground a bit.
[Ivan]
I was back in the building's control center. The demigod had left, and I managed to get everything up and running at full capacity. The capital was a mess, but it was salvageable, as I had just proved. I had spent the time so far preparing Rumble for the brawl that Rev. Inc had set up. It would be an excellent opportunity to gather information on what the other companies had in store. I would be here, monitoring Rumble the whole time, receiving intel and ready to wirelessly retrieve Rumble's AI should he fall in battle.
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[Rumble]
The VTOL flew fairly quickly to the scene of the battle royale, carrying me from the factory that this body had just been built in and I had been transferred to.
I had been outfitted with a new body for the free-for-all. In the short time provided to us, Master and I had managed to design a new body for me, designed to be able to take on other Demigods - and Krios Corps.' demigod specifically. It wasn't cheap, being made of some of the most advanced technology Mechanus had to offer.
The main material was 'TK armor', a special black alloy designed to resist the outside influence of Psychics and, more importantly, demigods. It wasn't invincible, of course. TK armor only stopped direct influence - physical damage caused by a psychic's/demigod's attack would still damage it. Any material in the body that wasn't pure TK armor was laced with it, such as the wiring of the body, to prevent electricity from being sapped by the KC Demigod's abilities.
The weaponry was simple enough. The claws were basic slashing weapons. A weapon port on the back was home to a chainsaw, which could be connected to the tail and swung around that way. Alternatively, the tail could be used to deliver an electric shock to opponents. Lastly, the body didn't have a mouth. Instead there was what appeared to be an optical unit, but instead was a high-powered laser beam. The laser was a direct countermeasure to the KC demigod - Master and I found it likely that he was incapable of controlling photons, so a ranged weapon based on them was worth testing against the demigod.
"We're here," called the pilot of the VTOL as it came to a stop, "You're cleared to jump." The side of the VTOL opened, allowing me to exit the vehicle.
Without a word, I leaped out of the VTOL and surveyed the scene. Standing on the far side of the arena was a group from DLDynamics that didn't seem like they expected to be here. To the right was the KC demigod. He seemed to be having some trouble, next to him an unidentified man - likely a demigod, judging by the abnormal looks - and none other than Ouranos, the president of Krios Corps.
The VTOL that brought me retreated to a safer distance, hovering over Mechanus's designated viewing pavilion. I remained still, somewhat confused by the situation, trying to determine the best course of action.
((Ninja, since Scarf is gone and offered his character up, is it alright if I have Rumble kill Daniel?))
There's no kill like overkill.
(( I have no objections. ))
[Takranos]
Quite honestly, I felt flattered to know that this guy knew so much about me. "That's correct. I'm surprised you know so much about me," I said with a rather impressed demeanor. Looking at the bleeding Demigod's limp body, my face bore a slight frown. Not a piteous frown, mind you, but rather one of disappointment. To tell the truth, I was looking forward to testing this guy's skills.
"Well, it was worth a try, I guess," I said with a shrug. I looked over at the far side of the stadium to see an automated mech - Mechanus, no doubt - but it didn't appear to be standard issue. Possessing a feline-esque form, it carried itself with a weird kind of mechanical grace. I simply stared back at it, waiting to see if it was friend or foe.
((Just a heads-up - I am going to be out of town all day long tomorrow, so don't expect any activity any time after Noon, PST.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
[Rumble]
As the unidentified demigod and I exchanged looks, another VTOL entered the arena. It hovered over the area designated for GregTech. A man in a familiar exo-suit jumped out and onto the landing pad. It was GregTech's demigod, no doubt. Unlike most other companies, GregTech didn't bother with secrecy about their demigod's abilities. In fact, they made sure everyone knew what their demigod was capable of, sending him on mission after mission.
Master and I theorized the demigod's only enhanced quality was his intelligence. He never did anything physically exceptional without the help of his exo-suit, and he displayed some level of competence with every move he made.
The demigod quickly surveyed the scene and pulled out a plasma pistol. Without missing a beat, he turned to me and started firing. My best guess was that he had designated me as a prime target because I'm a machine. I found it likely that he believed that he could quickly outsmart and destroy me, eliminating a competitor and showing off in front of his foes in the process. Two birds with one stone, as the human saying goes. However, overconfidence was the downfall of many great men. I could tell this demigod was about to join their ranks.
Rather than display my ranged capabilities to the others in the arena, I charged towards the demigod, dodging his shots as I went. I attached the chainsaw on my back to my tail during the run. No matter how smart he was, it would be difficult to outsmart a chainsaw. When I neared him, he launched off the ground using the rockets in his boots, attempting to fly over my head and generate some distance between us. Having anticipated the move, I launched into the air and slashed at one of his boots with the chainsaw.
The rocket was damaged, sending him spiraling out of control and into the ground, his pistol flying out of his hands and skidding across the ground. I charged him as he got up. He pulled out a plasma sword in an attempt to defend himself, swinging it at my tail to try to sever the chainsaw off. My tail was quicker, however, and moved to slice through his arm. The limb came off quickly, and my opponent writhed in pain, falling onto his back, his one good hand holding the stump. Not wasting any time, I pounced on him and drove my chainsaw into his chest.
For a moment, the sound of grinding metal and a slightly muffled howl of pain from the demigod echoed across the arena. I stepped off of the demigod's corpse silently and placed the chainsaw onto my back again. Using my now free tail, I hooked it into the dead demigod's helmet to try fishing for data that might be in the suit. During the process, I looked around the arena to see if anyone else wanted to challenge me. Hopefully, that display had gotten a point across, and nobody else would bother. I didn't intend to strike unless provoked.
There's no kill like overkill.
((You know, I find it funny how DLDynamics is the only one who brought a medic, even if hes a combat medic.))
Amber and Judgement both looked around in shock at how apparently two demigods have already died and the presence of a mech making them regret not bringing an emp or something. But then they started to think about the transportation method everyone here has used, such as how the majority used VTOLs. Amber was quicker to recover and looked at her teammates, only to find that the Dr left his pack next to them and running up to the demigod who lost an arm. She silently sighed before running and catching up with him, holding out her arm to stop him before whispering angerly,
"What do you think your doing!"
"I am doing my job mam, I am a doctor and thus it is my duty to help, even if their our enemies."
"Yes, but its a demigod, one who we are going to have to fight at some time. We aren't prepared, we were equipped for a hit and run operation, mostly. Except for maby the other stuff we brought as a precaution, but even then we are so dead!"
"I think you are underestimating things Amber, you and Judgement are both specialists from heavy to light. Working together it is possible for even normal humans to do anything. Now, will you please let me do me job?"
Amber just looked at him conflicted before lowering her arm and slouching in defeat as she spoke up, "fine, have it your way. But don't say I didn't warn you about this." She then stepped aside, allowing him to walk past and over to the demigod and the other two people near him as well. She cast a quick glance to everyone and thing in the arena and walked closer to the group as well, though only enough to hear before stopping and being joined by Judgement.
The Dr slowly walked over, looking at everyone around before speaking up to the person currently holding the demigod, making sure that his appearance made it more easy to figure out that he was a medic, "Excuse me sir, but I was wondering if I may offer my service to you for now? I can only imagine that your demigod there most likely isn't suppose to be missing an arm. But I must say, its rather entertaining to see how it appears that DLDynamics is the only ones here who even brought a medic here."
[Takranos]
I watched with slight disgust as Mechanus' mech all but destroyed Gregtech's so-called Demigod. That thing is definitely not something I'd like to meet in a dark alley... if I were human.
With my body being made up mostly of nigh-unbreakable Eilite, it meant that unless that chainsaw was made of some truly wicked stuff, it would probably chip, dent, and break before he ever cut my flesh. In all likelihood, I could take the mech myself, but I wasn't about to subject myself to the vulnerabilities of hubris.
With a somewhat disquieted expression, I sighed somewhat sheepishly. "Don't you think we should wait until the crowds arrive before we start butchering each other? Don't get me wrong, I'm all for thrashing you. But I'd like to have a proper crowd first," I said.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
[Ouranos]
Watching a robot absolutely massacre someone else was entertaining. The Demigod representative of GregTech had been reduced to a pile of blood, guts, and possibly recyclable materials, all at the hands of a mech. Tobias wouldn't face a whole bunch of trouble from it, but if that small thing was displaying the power of Mechanus, it would be best not to underestimate it. All the while, a medical specialist from DLDynamics had offered to patch up our sorry excuse for a warrior, but I again shook my head.
"Don't worry, his healing abilities are remarkable." I bragged, without telling the whole truth. I could tell by Tobias' hair that he wasn't sending any of his energy toward regeneration, at least no more than a regular human would. "He hasn't had a real right arm in years, and the wound'll get fixed up."
With this said, I winked, then walked toward a gate that had been built in for fighters to enter and exit through. When I got back to our preparation area, I tossed down the Demigod like a sack of potatoes, which woke him up quickly. I ordered Tobias to allocate sixty percent of his energy toward patching his arm, then walked away. A simple phone call to headquarters later and the main crew of scientists would be bringing over a new stump, which is just an easy word for the mechanical intersection between metal and flesh. There were no spare arms lying around, so our 'glorious gladiator' would be forced to work with one. That's when I got an idea for a simple little pick-me-up.
"Catch." I told Tobias, noticing he wasn't bleeding anymore. In a small bag was tossed, the pouch containing a box of matches. "It isn't ideal, but someone suggested using your energy as a food source for fire, giving the illusion of being able to control it. Even without the element of surprise, it might come in handy. Anyways, the main event'll be starting soon, so finish up fixing your stubby little shoulder and get out there."
((Did this die or something?))
((I feel like nobody wants to make a move, and Ninja has something up his sleeve for the plot, but just doesn't want to double-post. I could be wrong, though.))
There's no kill like overkill.
((Arksiane has a post in the works. I'll edit it in a minute.))
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk