I wonder where this came from. I thought to myself.
My thoughts were intrupted by a rustling from the other side of the crater started. I looked up just in time to see a man charge out of the woods.
"that's my sword!" He yells. With that he bursts into a swarm of sparks.
My jaw drops and I freeze. Just for a second, I was caught in panic. Then, as the sparks attempted to rip the sword out of my hand, I hugged it to my chest and instinctually summoned the same energy within me from a few minutes ago and vanished into thin air.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.
everything around me felt dark and distorted. It all looked as though I was looking up through water to the surface.
I felt the energy within me draining rapidly, and I knew I couldn't hold this long.
The sparks do not stop, and in midair they turn back into the figure. He is wearing a jet-black jacket, with clawlike armor plating on his shoulders and absurdly long tailcoats. He smashes into James' invisible (?) body with a powerful kick, which amplified by the ebony boots he wears. James is sent flying, but the sword stays in his hands, as if it wants to stay put.
The attacker growls, and clenches his hands (which are completely stripped of flesh and skin, leaving a terrifying set of skeletal appendages) into a clawlike shape. A small ball of fire fizzes into existence over his palm, and slowly increases in size.
((Not God-Posting, just clarifying James doesn't turn in visible. He dematerializes. As in he basically turns into a phantom. The limitation I'm setting to keep it from being OP is he can only remain in that state for one post, and has to rematerialize in the next. I will make what you wrote work though.))
James POV
I began to feel nervous, as I realized the sparks did not leave where I was. I felt the energy draining, and I knew I only had seconds left in this form. I frantically attempted to stumble away to make use of my few remaining moments of safety and stealth, but as I walked, I felt the last of my supernatural strength fade, and I rematerialized, sputtering for air.
The sparks rematerialized into a disturbingly disfigured and unnatural man, and he attacked so swiftly I had no time to even react as the force of his blow sent me spiraling in the air to land hard on the ground several feet away.
I was dazed for a moment. When I came to my senses, I realized the sword had clung to my hand, as if somehow magnetized. It barely registered, though, as my attention turned to the attacker.
I quickly realized he held a fireball that was building up energy, and I felt my blood turn cold in terror.
What the hell is going on?! Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this?! The thoughts tumbled out in my mind rapidly as I got to my feet.
The attacker growled menacingly.
I held the sword out, praying that my knife training would he....wait....knife training? A piece of my memory returned in that instant, and I remembered I was skilled in knife combat.
I almost laughed in relief at the return of some of my own individuality, but the dire situation at hand tugged too strongly and I forced it away.
I prepared a fighting stance. Knife and sword combat are quite different, but I think enough will carry over for a fighting chance.
Jakob Battal was far from having a nice day. First, he woke up in the middle of nowhere, with nothing of his past life nearby. Next, his sword had decided to plummet out of the sky and land on top of some random, unworthy bystanders; and now, the Invisible Kid and his bizarrely inactive allies were trying to kill him with his own weapon. His already short temper had , quite literally, burned out.
"Come on, then!" He yelled, hurling the fireball at James. In midair, it exploded, and turned into a wall of flames.
Jack.... Really.... Had nothing to say. For the first time in his life he had nothing to say.
Ok maybe he had something to say.
"AWESOOMEE!!!!"
Yeah.
Something of no use.
He told Suzi, his AI, to activate the rocket launcher again, and it slowly built up using the hexagonal plates of his hoodie type armor suit. A blue holographic screen appeared on the back, closest to him. The rocket launcher built up so it was sort of a house type shape. It came up about a decimetre on an angle inwards on both sides, with a flat top about 4 centimetres, nearly half a decimetre.
The blue screen was shaped like the launcher and had two large white numbers on it.
The numbers were '08', meaning there were 08 rockets in it. He had to use them right, it wasn't like he could make a rocket himself.
He lifted his arm and pointed it at the man type thing, with the fireball, when he saw James confidently holding a dagger at the thing, and saying 'bring it.'
James must have been good with a dagger to hold it like that with such confidence.
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~Me on my murder break~.........................................................................................~Me off my murder break~
Nate looked at the man, who had materialised and placed a flaming barrier between him and James. This was hopeless. They couldn't defeat this man. At least. Nate wasn't willing to risk it. He closed his eyes for a moment a looked to the ground. 'My sword... My sword... That's..." The words were flowing through his mind at an incredible speed and he quickly knew what to do. "So, that's your sword?" Nate began. "Why don't you stop trying to kill people and we can talk this out. Think about it logically. You can shoot fireballs from your hands, yet you want that sword. So it must be a pretty good sword, right? Like, better than your power? It must be if you want it that bad. Which means, our friend here could probably kill you with it." Nate smiled.
"So put... Your hands... Down."
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((Commando I'm not holding a dagger, I'm holding the sword.))
James POV
I hold my stance for a second, evaluating my next move. However I do jump backwards as the man throws the ball of fire and creates a flame barrier between us. It seemed to be dissipating, but I took it as valuable time to evaluate the situation and my options.
My ability could be useful here. I thought. I could feel the essence regenerating, but I knew I still wasn't ready to vanish again.
I just need to hold him off for a little bit longer. I thought.
The flame wall dissipated, and with that I head a mighty laugh. "Your friend doesn't even know what he's holding. Look at his stance; this isn't a knifefight, pal. You're out of your league." The man taunts.
Nonetheless I hold my ground. "Funny you should mention the way I use my weapon, seeing as your too much of a coward to use one yourself and fight like a man."
(Word of advice; if you don't respond within a reasonable amount of time, I'll just continue.)
Jakob walks right up to James and grabs the blade of the weapon. His skeletal fingers seem undamaged by the blade. He twists it out of his hands, and delivers a painful punch to James' stomach. Battal then flips the blade into the air and grabs the handle as it reverts to its original form. He holds it up to the thief's throat, the weapon reaching full length once again.
((....Really? You go and do that 10 minutes before I post? And it hasn't even been a day? Rude ))
James POV
I stood, still trying to buy time. Before I could react, however, the man flashes forward with incredible speed and, to my shock, firmly grabs the blade and rips it from my hands.
H...how? I thought. As I stood stunned, in just the briefest moment, the man delivered a firm punch to my stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of me.
I recoiled hard, and as I looked up the blade of the sword reached its original length and found its way to my throat.
I winced in pain as the point prodded at my neck.
I have to move fast, or I'm going to die. I thought. It was all the motivation I needed.
I mustered up enough energy to ripple straight through him. Not enough to fully vanish again, but enough to fanish through him, take him off guard and get behind him.
I turned around quickly to face his back and as I did so, I unsheathed my knife ((yes, I am still armed. Check my application if you want)) and agilely grabbed him by the neck, holding the blade tightly to his neck.
"Drop the sword Now!" I yelled furiously.
((Can I haz sword? If he is supposed to have the sword, then I won't keep trying if you say so. I don't want to mess up the story.))
James POV
I tuned out the annoying ramblings of Nate.
I wonder where this came from. I thought to myself.
My thoughts were intrupted by a rustling from the other side of the crater started. I looked up just in time to see a man charge out of the woods.
"that's my sword!" He yells. With that he bursts into a swarm of sparks.
My jaw drops and I freeze. Just for a second, I was caught in panic. Then, as the sparks attempted to rip the sword out of my hand, I hugged it to my chest and instinctually summoned the same energy within me from a few minutes ago and vanished into thin air.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.
everything around me felt dark and distorted. It all looked as though I was looking up through water to the surface.
I felt the energy within me draining rapidly, and I knew I couldn't hold this long.
But while it lasted, I was amazed.
The sparks do not stop, and in midair they turn back into the figure. He is wearing a jet-black jacket, with clawlike armor plating on his shoulders and absurdly long tailcoats. He smashes into James' invisible (?) body with a powerful kick, which amplified by the ebony boots he wears. James is sent flying, but the sword stays in his hands, as if it wants to stay put.
The attacker growls, and clenches his hands (which are completely stripped of flesh and skin, leaving a terrifying set of skeletal appendages) into a clawlike shape. A small ball of fire fizzes into existence over his palm, and slowly increases in size.
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((Not God-Posting, just clarifying James doesn't turn in visible. He dematerializes. As in he basically turns into a phantom. The limitation I'm setting to keep it from being OP is he can only remain in that state for one post, and has to rematerialize in the next. I will make what you wrote work though.))
James POV
I began to feel nervous, as I realized the sparks did not leave where I was. I felt the energy draining, and I knew I only had seconds left in this form. I frantically attempted to stumble away to make use of my few remaining moments of safety and stealth, but as I walked, I felt the last of my supernatural strength fade, and I rematerialized, sputtering for air.
The sparks rematerialized into a disturbingly disfigured and unnatural man, and he attacked so swiftly I had no time to even react as the force of his blow sent me spiraling in the air to land hard on the ground several feet away.
I was dazed for a moment. When I came to my senses, I realized the sword had clung to my hand, as if somehow magnetized. It barely registered, though, as my attention turned to the attacker.
I quickly realized he held a fireball that was building up energy, and I felt my blood turn cold in terror.
What the hell is going on?! Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this?! The thoughts tumbled out in my mind rapidly as I got to my feet.
The attacker growled menacingly.
I held the sword out, praying that my knife training would he....wait....knife training? A piece of my memory returned in that instant, and I remembered I was skilled in knife combat.
I almost laughed in relief at the return of some of my own individuality, but the dire situation at hand tugged too strongly and I forced it away.
I prepared a fighting stance. Knife and sword combat are quite different, but I think enough will carry over for a fighting chance.
Adrenaline filled my body.
Bring it. I thought.
((May I join?))
Jakob Battal was far from having a nice day. First, he woke up in the middle of nowhere, with nothing of his past life nearby. Next, his sword had decided to plummet out of the sky and land on top of some random, unworthy bystanders; and now, the Invisible Kid and his bizarrely inactive allies were trying to kill him with his own weapon. His already short temper had , quite literally, burned out.
"Come on, then!" He yelled, hurling the fireball at James. In midair, it exploded, and turned into a wall of flames.
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((whoa whoa whoa. Hold up. Am I supposed to kill this dude or make friends with him? XD ))
(Try to kill him, at least.)
(Yes, you may join.)
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Name: Liam Macean
Gender: Male
Appearence: Hooded in a blue cloak, brown hair, ocean blue eyes, grey jeans
Supernatural Stuff: Appears to have silver Angelic wings
Personality: Chill, Smart, Actually enjoys leading people
Bio: Unkown
Other: The Illumanati!
I'm gonna have to turn you down. Your char doesn't have anywhere near enough detail.
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(EY WHO YU CALLIN INACTIVE)
Jack.... Really.... Had nothing to say. For the first time in his life he had nothing to say.
Ok maybe he had something to say.
"AWESOOMEE!!!!"
Yeah.
Something of no use.
He told Suzi, his AI, to activate the rocket launcher again, and it slowly built up using the hexagonal plates of his hoodie type armor suit. A blue holographic screen appeared on the back, closest to him. The rocket launcher built up so it was sort of a house type shape. It came up about a decimetre on an angle inwards on both sides, with a flat top about 4 centimetres, nearly half a decimetre.
The blue screen was shaped like the launcher and had two large white numbers on it.
The numbers were '08', meaning there were 08 rockets in it. He had to use them right, it wasn't like he could make a rocket himself.
He lifted his arm and pointed it at the man type thing, with the fireball, when he saw James confidently holding a dagger at the thing, and saying 'bring it.'
James must have been good with a dagger to hold it like that with such confidence.
~Me on my murder break~.........................................................................................~Me off my murder break~
..........~Can you spot the difference??~
(I'll just put you by the crater, since that's where stuff is happening.)
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Nate looked at the man, who had materialised and placed a flaming barrier between him and James. This was hopeless. They couldn't defeat this man. At least. Nate wasn't willing to risk it. He closed his eyes for a moment a looked to the ground. 'My sword... My sword... That's..." The words were flowing through his mind at an incredible speed and he quickly knew what to do. "So, that's your sword?" Nate began. "Why don't you stop trying to kill people and we can talk this out. Think about it logically. You can shoot fireballs from your hands, yet you want that sword. So it must be a pretty good sword, right? Like, better than your power? It must be if you want it that bad. Which means, our friend here could probably kill you with it." Nate smiled.
"So put... Your hands... Down."
He stared at Nate.
"Not everything can be solved with words ya know.... He doesn't seem the 'reasonable type'...."
~Me on my murder break~.........................................................................................~Me off my murder break~
..........~Can you spot the difference??~
Jakob Battal laughs. "Your friend doesn't even know what he's holding. Look at his stance; this isn't a knifefight, pal. You're out of your league."
The wall of fire dissipates before it can hit James.
"Go ahead. Try to hurt me."
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((Commando I'm not holding a dagger, I'm holding the sword.))
James POV
I hold my stance for a second, evaluating my next move. However I do jump backwards as the man throws the ball of fire and creates a flame barrier between us. It seemed to be dissipating, but I took it as valuable time to evaluate the situation and my options.
My ability could be useful here. I thought. I could feel the essence regenerating, but I knew I still wasn't ready to vanish again.
I just need to hold him off for a little bit longer. I thought.
The flame wall dissipated, and with that I head a mighty laugh. "Your friend doesn't even know what he's holding. Look at his stance; this isn't a knifefight, pal. You're out of your league." The man taunts.
Nonetheless I hold my ground. "Funny you should mention the way I use my weapon, seeing as your too much of a coward to use one yourself and fight like a man."
Jakob laughs. "Did you just get here? You're holding my weapon. I don't carry around extras."
He starts walking towards James. "Now, you've been making a lot of talk...let's see how - if - you hold up."
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(You said James was trained with knives. What's that have to do with a sword?? Swords, normal swords, are typically slower to swing.)
He stared at the new person. Well, new people.
~Me on my murder break~.........................................................................................~Me off my murder break~
..........~Can you spot the difference??~
(Word of advice; if you don't respond within a reasonable amount of time, I'll just continue.)
Jakob walks right up to James and grabs the blade of the weapon. His skeletal fingers seem undamaged by the blade. He twists it out of his hands, and delivers a painful punch to James' stomach. Battal then flips the blade into the air and grabs the handle as it reverts to its original form. He holds it up to the thief's throat, the weapon reaching full length once again.
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((....Really? You go and do that 10 minutes before I post? And it hasn't even been a day? Rude ))
James POV
I stood, still trying to buy time. Before I could react, however, the man flashes forward with incredible speed and, to my shock, firmly grabs the blade and rips it from my hands.
H...how? I thought. As I stood stunned, in just the briefest moment, the man delivered a firm punch to my stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of me.
I recoiled hard, and as I looked up the blade of the sword reached its original length and found its way to my throat.
I winced in pain as the point prodded at my neck.
I have to move fast, or I'm going to die. I thought. It was all the motivation I needed.
I mustered up enough energy to ripple straight through him. Not enough to fully vanish again, but enough to fanish through him, take him off guard and get behind him.
I turned around quickly to face his back and as I did so, I unsheathed my knife ((yes, I am still armed. Check my application if you want)) and agilely grabbed him by the neck, holding the blade tightly to his neck.
"Drop the sword Now!" I yelled furiously.
((Can I haz sword? If he is supposed to have the sword, then I won't keep trying if you say so. I don't want to mess up the story.))