The Amnesia Games (RP)

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

Cold numbness. A feeling that contradicted the burning hot sensation he once felt. The teen known as Shirou listened quietly as a figure talked with malicious intent. "Memories? Contestants?" He was swept from his pondering as he lunged to his feet, hearing the sounds of battle between the people in front of him. Extending his arms, he began to process his summoning. "Judge the concept..... synthesize the experience....... TRACE, ON!" With a flash of blue light, two swords were projected into his hands as he observed the armored man attacking Sylar. Deciding to offer ranged support, he threw his weapons in a vertical arc, summoning two more to throw as well horizontally.

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

Robert

Robert stood quietly in the snow, staring the the psychopath before them. As he did, previously gained memories of his time in the experiment flashed through his mind. This was Sylar, the man who killed one of his friends in cold blood, and tried to kill him as well. He considered asking Sylar if anyone else from the experiment was here, but then he looked into his eyes. This was a man to whom reason and compassion meant nothing, one who only cared for death and power. This was a man who needed to be put down... somehow. He pulled out his bo staff, and knelt low to the ground. With everyone else attacking, he would only get in the way if he attacked now. But if he waited for the right opportunity, perhaps then he'd be able to help bring Sylar down.

 

Blank

Blank stood among the trees, just out of sight of the meadow group. He turned towards the others, "I will distract the group head on. Once I have their full attention, feel free to do as you wish with them." Blank casually walked out of his hiding spot, and towards the group, and addressed them, "Hello meadow group, are you all enjoying the games?"

[Ultimus Grid 546]

Now taking some bites on an apple, Bronshu squints his eyes.  He sees Blank just up ahead of everyone.  Still chewing, he says with a mouthful:  "Oh hi there!  So you must be the bad guy for today.  Now that you mention it, no I'm not enjoying these games.  They're too much trouble for friends.  These remind me too much of some other games, and they were not fun at all.  Hang on a minute, you were with Sylar yesterday.  Since it's just you here, he must be somewhere else.  And I'm going on a wild guess that you're not letting us go all peace and quiet-like."

 

Holding his keyblade with both hands, Rexon mumbles:  "My turn now."  He jumps up over the Doctor and Mes, attempting a downward slash on the enemy.  Thinking that wouldn't be enough he hops to Alysa's right and thrusts with his keylbade, along with a left punch. 

Edited May 23, 2015 by Ultimus Grid

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

A sharp, red lance flew straight for Bronshu as another lance followed in turn. The divine being known as Gilgamesh sat casually on a branch, the bored look on his face outweighing his handsome features. A single, golden portal shaded his shoulder with light as he stared down at the group. "You take all the fun for yourself, Blank. Depriving others of pleasure is simply no fun." As he raised his hand like a general, he opened a few more behind him, the tips of weapons pointing toward his enemies. "Toying with you will relieve my boredom. Will you prove yourself as amusement, mongrels?" Striking his hand down, he fired seven swords point-blank from his Gate.

Edited May 24, 2015 by Soul Eater Evans

[Ultimus Grid 546]

(Um Soul, Rexon is in the desert group against Alysa.  My other character Bronshu is in the meadow group, who I'm guessing soon against Blank.)

Edited May 23, 2015 by Ultimus Grid

[Arya Stark 1,337]

A sharp, red lance flew straight for Rexon as another lance followed in turn. The divine being known as Gilgamesh sat casually on a branch, the bored look on his face outweighing his handsome features. A single, golden portal shaded his shoulder with light as he stared down at the group. "You take all the fun for yourself, Blank. Depriving others of pleasure is simply no fun." As he raised his hand like a general, he opened a few more behind him, the tips of weapons pointing toward his enemies. "Toying with you will relieve my boredom. Will you prove yourself as amusement, mongrels?" Striking his hand down, he fired seven swords point-blank from his Gate.

(Yeah, what Ultimus said. All you really have to do is change the name from Rexon to Bronshu and you'll be fine though.)

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

(Oops, my bad, I wrote that at 2 am)

[Ultimus Grid 546]

(No problem.  It happens.  In fact, I'm sure that happened to me before.  Now then....)

 

Right as Bronshu swallowed and prepared to take another bite, he stops in place.  His face was one of suspicion and uncertainty.  Thinking:  Why does it feel something's headed towards me?, he looks up.  A red lance was heading for him.  He drops the fruit he had and jumps back.  But the lance made a gash on the right side of his right leg.  Bronshu kneels on his left and holds on his right with both hands.  Muffling a scream as best as he could, he shouts:  "Now that stings!!  Guess that guy wasn't alone after all."  Not wanting to take a chance with any more surprises, he digs out his gravity pin, points it over his head and puts a field around everyone, hoping it stops anything.

[Guest]

Sylar glanced sideways towards the newly awakened Henry. He smiled maliciously. "Would you look who we have here! A new guy. And is that another right next to him?" Sylar looked towards Kyle. "And I haven't seen you before either! Wow, how lucky am I. Breaking in some newbies sounds like a great start to my morning." The Serial Killer declared loudly, his tone sounding excited. "Well, here's the deal, straight from the mouth of your trusty neighborhood villain. You are contestants. You have no memories except for what the Watcher has allowed you. You will gain more memories as time goes on. However, the only way to escape the game itself, is to get to that shiny mountain over there. Only thing standing in your way..." He announced to the new players. Suddenly, a giant axe came pounding down on him.

"Is you!" Neena growled at him, finishing his sentence. Sylar blocked it with a shield of darkness, but under the impending weight of the weapon, his shield soon shattered. Sylar was forced to vanish into a pool of darkness, before reappearing behind Neena and violently exploding into flames. She was sent flying, but she recovered quickly.

~~~~

"Aside from us nearly killing each other upon our first meeting, not much." Ryonne answered Brooklyn's question. He tapped his foot on the ground in thought. "As for whether your team is here, skill might not be the only determining factor. You said that one of the contestants last night was weak, so strength is unlikely to be the only factor in candidacy. I would expect choosing from the pool would be more about a person's story than their combat proficiency. Perhaps only your story was interesting enough." Ryonne continued. He looked to Dom and nodded. "Sounds good. Come on Reiner, Brooklyn, we're being left behind." Ryonne said, and began moving back towards where Nikolai, Bronshu, and Kinzoku were walking.

~~~~

Alysa waved her sword, knocking the swords Derik had thrown towards her away. She glared at him. "You're going to be a nuisance aren't you?" She growled at him, scowling. She needed to get him out of here. The Fencer glanced to the four others, but they weren't likely to start attacking her too soon. She had some time. Alysa sprinted immediately towards Derik, but stopped just short of hitting him with her sword, but instead a weighted net made of material like spider's silk but thicker shot out of the blade towards him. Alysa knew she had to work quickly, as that alone wouldn't be able to stall him for long. Alysa quickly dug the tip of her sword into the dirt, and drew a circle around him. A thick circular wall of concrete erupted into existence around him. After that, she flipped over the structure, tapping the top and creating a roof. Finished with her handiwork, she emitted some of her mental force onto it to keep it together more, making it even harder to break out. Before she had too much of a recovery time though, Mes came out of nowhere, her keyblade on fire as usual.

"Get back here you bitch! Let's see how you like me when you're fighting fair!" Mes yelled. Alysa quickly jumped back and sliced through the air in front of her, creating a metal blade which she flung at the Orphan. Mes didn't even hesitate as her flames grew even hotter, melting the metal before it could even touch her. Suddenly, a bird's cry was heard. The Phoenix circled around Mes, and the Doctor was perched on top of the huge bird. He pointed dramatically towards Alysa, and the Phonenix beat it's wings. Some of Mes' fire shot towards Alysa, which she defended against by creating a large shield upon her arm. The Fencer tossed it to the side and began to take in her surroundings. She was interrupted by the Doctor's jump attack, spear extended. Alysa was barely able to parry away the point, and she backed away, slicing through the air and taking a dive through another rift. She appeared again, standing in front of the raft. She spat at the Doctor and Mes.

"Oi, bitchy-witchy! I'mma bust a move now!" you could hear from the tube Derik had been contained in. A moment later, his buster sword, which gave off a radiant green glow, pierced the wall of the column. And with minor force, he cleaved through the base of it, causing it to fall much like a tree. But he wasn't done, as it fell, he cut out of it a number of large disks out of the column as it fell, which he knocked into the air promptly after cutting. Upon making about 20 or so of them, for no reason other than just because why not, he began spinning on his head as they fell, kicking each one right at her. After this volley was done, it could be seen his face had some strange tribal markings on it...

 

 

Brooklyn sighed. "If that's so, everyone might be here. It sickens me with fear that they're out there and this demon woman could get to them. Let's move, I lost to her once, I'm not loosing to her again!" Brooklyn yelled charging ahead.

Edited May 29, 2015 by Guest

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

The swords levitated in midair, the power of the gravity field holding back the might of Gilgamesh's treasury. "Hah. I see you have parlor tricks up your sleeve, as well. I must commend you stopping my attack without laying your filthy hands on my treasures." The young god took a glance at Blank as he wondered if the latter would join in the fight. "I'm quite bored already. Do you have anything that may entertain me?"

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

Blank

"I must say Gilgamesh, if you're bored this easily, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to relieve you of that." Blank replied coldly, "Or at least, nothing I'm willing to do, at the moment. Now if you don't mind, I have a job to do."

 

He turned back to the rest of the group, who have yet to attack him. There were other ways to challenge the others than physically, "Unlike my colleague here, I have no interest in fighting you... yet. No, I have a few questions to ask you instead, if you don't mind. My associates want me to attack you, and if any of you insist on fighting me, that's exactly what I will do. But if you would rather avoid the extra conflict, something I believe you've had plenty of already, then answer these three questions adequately. First, most, if not all of you, have shown an immense desire to press on, no matter the danger, and no mater how small the chances of survival, far more that most humans posses, by my records. Why is this? Secondly, why do you wish to regain your memories so badly? As I'm sure most of you have realized by now, your pasts are in most cases more bad than good. And finally," Blank paused for a moment. By far, this was the question he wanted the answers to the most, "why shouldn't I cause problems for you and the others if you, when that's what's clearly expected and desired of me by my comrades and masters."

 

Blank looked into the faces of each of the challenger standing before him. Their answers not only judged what would happen to them, but most likely him as well, perhaps even more so, "Choose wisely, for more than just you may come to regret your answers. And as for any of you who wish neither to attack me or answer my questions," Blank gestured towards Gilgamesh, "I'm sure he'd love to fight you. After all, who knows what he'll do if left bored over there. Nothing good, I'm sure."

[rikunobodyxiii 700]

{Dom}

Thanks to her energy sense, Dom had her Gunblade pointed at Blank and her magic book out before the android and Gilgamesh revealed themselves.

"One, there are good chances we are dumber then most." She called out, answering Blank's questions. "Two, my memories are mine. They might be bad, but they belong to me and represent what shaped me into what I am, for better or worse. Three."

Glowing writing appeared on the book's page, corasonding with shimmering auras appearing around Blank and Gilgamesh.

"Self preservation."

[Ultimus Grid 546]

Bronshu was surely confused on the matter.  He didn't think there would be an enemy asking questions before a fight started.  It's not that he didn't mind fighting against an opponent.  In fact, he enjoys it a bit, however he doesn't show it.  But if the enemy offers on not fighting, Bronshu would take up on it.  Especially since his right leg isn't in good condition at the moment.  He tries to think hard on what to say for his answers. 

 

Hoping what he has is good enough, Bronshu answers:  "Here goes.  For the first, there is a certain someone I know.  An important someone who was taken from me as part of a bargaining chip for another set of 'Games'.  Someone who means so much for me.  So I'll keep moving forward, no matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, I won't stop until I get her back in my life.  For number two, my memories are proof I had a life.  They're reminders of friends I had before coming here.  People who helped me realized what matters and wanting to help others.  With each memory I get back, the more encouragement I get to keep going.  To one day see them again and the person I want back.  Lastly, for three........um, well, because everyone suffered more than enough from what they remember, from what they can't remember, from what the other people in your gang, specifically Sylar, has done so far, what they can possibly do in the future, and for being overall jerk wads on account of the things they've done.  And you don't agree with their thoughts or actions, so you might want to help us out?  Maybe?  With an cool star on top?"

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

Gilgamesh crossed his arms while he listened to the answers, slightly amused at such an opportunity. Ignoring the aura, he stared straight into Dom's eyes, fearless. "Quite amusing replies you two have given. Watching the struggle of you mongrels is quite grand." Staring into the sky, he chuckled cynically.

 

"Yet how sad for all of you. I'm afraid you'll never succeed with me in your way. For when one has experienced all of life's, no, all of the world's pleasures as I have... it is then that I higher form of joy can only be realized through the bane of another's desire." With another snap of his fingers, four portals were risen above the group. "Continue, cur. I would like to hear the rest of your whims before smashing you into the ground like a worm deserves."

Edited June 4, 2015 by Soul Eater Evans

[Arya Stark 1,337]

Sylar drew Ryonne's blade from nowhere, quickly countering and parrying away all of Henry's blows with the scabbard and sword combination. The fiery explosion dissipated, having done nothing. Manipulation of fire helps with that. The Serial Killer laughed whole-heartedly. "Nice try newbie, but it'll be a bit tougher than some fancy swordplay. There's a swordmaster whom I'd wager could beat you in the next group over. I absorbed his abilities. They're handy. Wanna see?" Sylar's eyes glinted with malice at that last question. Faster than one could blink, the evil-doer was gone. In a similar blur, he was back, strongly slashing at Henry. Before Henry could counter, Sylar was gone again, a dozen or so yards away. "What was that other thing he did? Oh right." Sylar flicked his wrist, and casted a mix and match of white magic on himself, Haste, Bravery, Faith, Shell, etc. Man, this was fun. 

"Would you die already!" A roar of a voice cried out as a storm of arrows rained down on Sylar. Neena continued shooting with Ichaival, glaring at Sylar.

"Not a big fan of that whole dying thing. Tried it once. Guess it just didn't stick." Sylar said confidently. With a casual waving of his fingers, each arrow flew off course, blocked by a telekinetic push. The boomerang swords flew at him, courtesy of Shirou, but they were blocked by a wall of darkness. "And you have a death wish too! Is that a power like mine? Oh, but it's weaker. Boring. I guess I'll just kill you to get you out of my way instead of stealing your power." Sylar commented, taunting. Rija glanced sideways towards Robert, who seemed to be getting ready for something.

"Take your time, then take him out. I'll help the others distract him." She said quietly to him. Immediately afterwards, she pounced on the Serial Killer, beam katana outstretched. Sylar emanated telekinetic force, holding her away before pushing the Soldier away. It wasn't even a second before Rija was back right on top of him, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches with her electric gloves activated. A dark shield was held on his arm as Sylar knocked away each blow, laughing while he did so.

"Is that all you have Soldier girl?" He mocked loudly. The words were a bit too soon as Rija at that moment leaped off the shield, landing an electric punch right into his face. Sylar fell into a dark portal. He reappeared behind Rija and sent her flying with a shove of telekinesis. "So you aren't just a pretty face." Rija met his eyes with a stare of grim determination. Sylar whistled. "But damn, that face is pretty. Are you sure you're taken? Because I could make you the happiest woman in the world. Forget that other guy. What was his name? D... d.... Dylan? Ah, who cares? He's a loser anyway." Sylar licked his lips before continuing. "And quite the course on my plate too. You fit right on my pallate. I could use a woman like you. Strong, smart, and sexy. Triple S, does it get better?" Sylar continued to taunt and mock, his words disgusting. Rija spat at him.

"As if." 

"Then death it is. But if you change your mind, well, I'm always willing." Sylar said, before summoning several dozen dark blades and shooting them towards the group.

~~~~

Ryonne reached the front of the group quickly, glancing over the scenario. Bronshu appeared to have a shield up, which would be good in preventing any surprise attacks. But the main thing was... Those questions Blank had posed. Ryonne was forced to think over them. Nikolai on the other hand wasn't. He answered quickly and eagerly, thinking for about two seconds. "I'm a prince ain't I? So, I press on for a duty to the people of my country. They rely on me, so I can never just give up and quit. Not for their sakes. As for my memories, well, my memories make me the guy I am now. Without them, I'm only a jerk prince with a sword gun thing. They'll help me know what decisions in the future will be best. All about perspective, y'know. And for why you shouldn't attack us... Well, I guess that's up to you. Your friends and your master clearly have an opposing goal to us. As we do to them. So your actions are up to you. And what you think is right. I can't stop you from doing anything." Nikolai responded. Ryonne nodded. He had a newfound respect for the kid. He was still a spoiled brat, but maybe he had a few more layers to him. Kinzoku stood by anxiously. She hadn't been prepared for questions like this. She knew how to fight, but philosophical questions like this? They made her brain hurt.

~~~~

Alysa parried away both of Rexon's strikes easily, then caught his fist in her own off-hand. She stared into his eyes. "Moron. Save yourself some time and get out of the way of your teammates that can actually fight." She said cruelly. She sliced through the ground, and sending a wave of matter disintegration through the earth, creating a large hole underneath the keyblade wielder. She promptly let go of his fist in time to deal with the disks Derik had sent flying at her. With little effort, she swiped through them, having them vanish into nothingness. She slashed through the air sending another wall flying at him. He was obnoxious as all hell. Alysa couldn't wait to be rid of him.

 

Behind Alysa in the raft however, was yet another contestant waking up for the first time. Kiritsugu Emiya.

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

Henry simply laughed out lout at Sylar's slash at him, as a barrier of nigh impenetrable dark infused rocks materialized in front of the slash, simply deflecting it, leaving Henry completely unharmed. He then looked at the commotion between Sylar and the other fighters, well, thankfully, they were all focused on Sylar which was good, allowed him to concentrate a bit more.

 

Hearing a bit more about them, Henry reacted when Sylar summoned many dark blades, to which Henry simply smirked as he literally blinked in front of the group, holding his sword in from of him as dark rocks covered him, entering his dreadnaught form for a second, completely dematerializing all of the dark blades that were summoned at them, his sword changing the darkness absorbed into pure dark energy, charging Henry's power even more as he dismissed the dreadnaught armor, "One thing, you may have all those buffs, but let me tell you this...it wont do much good" Henry said as he blinked behind sylar, faster than anyone could react to, his Sword turning transparent, signalizing it had entered 'soul reaper' mode, as he did an extremely quick and fierce slash at Sylar, this slash would bypass all protection he had, hitting directly onto his very soul, as Henry quickly followed with a quick flurry of soul piercing slashes.

 

"Ah yes, bye to your buffs" Henry said snapping his finger, a a small magic aura surrounded Sylar, dispelling all the buffs he had, something summon magic taught him a long time ago, anything that affects the ambient and your opponent, can be dispelled quite easily with the right skill.

 

(Dreanaught armor looks like this)

 

 

 

 

In the original RP Henry could facetank an entire meteor and it only broke partially, and protected him from any damage too.)

Edited June 12, 2015 by Scrapmaster

[Guest]

Sylar drew Ryonne's blade from nowhere, quickly countering and parrying away all of Henry's blows with the scabbard and sword combination. The fiery explosion dissipated, having done nothing. Manipulation of fire helps with that. The Serial Killer laughed whole-heartedly. "Nice try newbie, but it'll be a bit tougher than some fancy swordplay. There's a swordmaster whom I'd wager could beat you in the next group over. I absorbed his abilities. They're handy. Wanna see?" Sylar's eyes glinted with malice at that last question. Faster than one could blink, the evil-doer was gone. In a similar blur, he was back, strongly slashing at Henry. Before Henry could counter, Sylar was gone again, a dozen or so yards away. "What was that other thing he did? Oh right." Sylar flicked his wrist, and casted a mix and match of white magic on himself, Haste, Bravery, Faith, Shell, etc. Man, this was fun. "Would you die already!" A roar of a voice cried out as a storm of arrows rained down on Sylar. Neena continued shooting with Ichaival, glaring at Sylar."Not a big fan of that whole dying thing. Tried it once. Guess it just didn't stick." Sylar said confidently. With a casual waving of his fingers, each arrow flew off course, blocked by a telekinetic push. The boomerang swords flew at him, courtesy of Shirou, but they were blocked by a wall of darkness. "And you have a death wish too! Is that a power like mine? Oh, but it's weaker. Boring. I guess I'll just kill you to get you out of my way instead of stealing your power." Sylar commented, taunting. Rija glanced sideways towards Robert, who seemed to be getting ready for something."Take your time, then take him out. I'll help the others distract him." She said quietly to him. Immediately afterwards, she pounced on the Serial Killer, beam katana outstretched. Sylar emanated telekinetic force, holding her away before pushing the Soldier away. It wasn't even a second before Rija was back right on top of him, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches with her electric gloves activated. A dark shield was held on his arm as Sylar knocked away each blow, laughing while he did so."Is that all you have Soldier girl?" He mocked loudly. The words were a bit too soon as Rija at that moment leaped off the shield, landing an electric punch right into his face. Sylar fell into a dark portal. He reappeared behind Rija and sent her flying with a shove of telekinesis. "So you aren't just a pretty face." Rija met his eyes with a stare of grim determination. Sylar whistled. "But damn, that face is pretty. Are you sure you're taken? Because I could make you the happiest woman in the world. Forget that other guy. What was his name? D... d.... Dylan? Ah, who cares? He's a loser anyway." Sylar licked his lips before continuing. "And quite the course on my plate too. You fit right on my pallate. I could use a woman like you. Strong, smart, and sexy. Triple S, does it get better?" Sylar continued to taunt and mock, his words disgusting. Rija spat at him."As if." "Then death it is. But if you change your mind, well, I'm always willing." Sylar said, before summoning several dozen dark blades and shooting them towards the group.~~~~Ryonne reached the front of the group quickly, glancing over the scenario. Bronshu appeared to have a shield up, which would be good in preventing any surprise attacks. But the main thing was... Those questions Blank had posed. Ryonne was forced to think over them. Nikolai on the other hand wasn't. He answered quickly and eagerly, thinking for about two seconds. "I'm a prince ain't I? So, I press on for a duty to the people of my country. They rely on me, so I can never just give up and quit. Not for their sakes. As for my memories, well, my memories make me the guy I am now. Without them, I'm only a jerk prince with a sword gun thing. They'll help me know what decisions in the future will be best. All about perspective, y'know. And for why you shouldn't attack us... Well, I guess that's up to you. Your friends and your master clearly have an opposing goal to us. As we do to them. So your actions are up to you. And what you think is right. I can't stop you from doing anything." Nikolai responded. Ryonne nodded. He had a newfound respect for the kid. He was still a spoiled brat, but maybe he had a few more layers to him. Kinzoku stood by anxiously. She hadn't been prepared for questions like this. She knew how to fight, but philosophical questions like this? They made her brain hurt.~~~~Alysa parried away both of Rexon's strikes easily, then caught his fist in her own off-hand. She stared into his eyes. "Moron. Save yourself some time and get out of the way of your teammates that can actually fight." She said cruelly. She sliced through the ground, and sending a wave of matter disintegration through the earth, creating a large hole underneath the keyblade wielder. She promptly let go of his fist in time to deal with the disks Derik had sent flying at her. With little effort, she swiped through them, having them vanish into nothingness. She slashed through the air sending another wall flying at him. He was obnoxious as all hell. Alysa couldn't wait to be rid of him. Behind Alysa in the raft however, was yet another contestant waking up for the first time. Kiritsugu Emiya.

Derik looked at the wall shot at him, as he flipped back up onot his feet. He wouldn't have this bullcrap. His arms brought his beam Saber up across his buster sword's blade, and lunged forward the boost of the magic coursed through him, his blades were sharp enough. He cut through the wall, splitting it in two from the base. The top half, which was cut off, was knocked into the air with the strike. With all the momentum, the next attack would be intresting, to say the least. He threw his weight to the floor, stabbing the buster sword down into the ground, the wall began to fall in line with Derik's legs, letting him aim it true. He backflipped, at the same time as the wall was coming down, sending it flying right at the girl. But he was far from finished.As he landed the flip, his body curled tightly and sprung unto another dash, straight upwards. He hid behind the wall, and brought the buster sword up, throwing his weight into a spiral..."Ryonne, keep your head in the game." Brooklyn noted, bringing up his keyblade to his sides. "We all have things that we have to protect, but if we fall here, it's over, and we lose thst chance to protect what we must. No matter what our true duty is, there are people depending on hs- not just the ones in our worlds. Everyone here is part of who we are now, so let's finish this quickly!"

[Daniel Black 1,981]

Sylar drew Ryonne's blade from nowhere, quickly countering and parrying away all of Henry's blows with the scabbard and sword combination. The fiery explosion dissipated, having done nothing. Manipulation of fire helps with that. The Serial Killer laughed whole-heartedly. "Nice try newbie, but it'll be a bit tougher than some fancy swordplay. There's a swordmaster whom I'd wager could beat you in the next group over. I absorbed his abilities. They're handy. Wanna see?" Sylar's eyes glinted with malice at that last question. Faster than one could blink, the evil-doer was gone. In a similar blur, he was back, strongly slashing at Henry. Before Henry could counter, Sylar was gone again, a dozen or so yards away. "What was that other thing he did? Oh right." Sylar flicked his wrist, and casted a mix and match of white magic on himself, Haste, Bravery, Faith, Shell, etc. Man, this was fun. 

"Would you die already!" A roar of a voice cried out as a storm of arrows rained down on Sylar. Neena continued shooting with Ichaival, glaring at Sylar.

"Not a big fan of that whole dying thing. Tried it once. Guess it just didn't stick." Sylar said confidently. With a casual waving of his fingers, each arrow flew off course, blocked by a telekinetic push. The boomerang swords flew at him, courtesy of Shirou, but they were blocked by a wall of darkness. "And you have a death wish too! Is that a power like mine? Oh, but it's weaker. Boring. I guess I'll just kill you to get you out of my way instead of stealing your power." Sylar commented, taunting. Rija glanced sideways towards Robert, who seemed to be getting ready for something.

"Take your time, then take him out. I'll help the others distract him." She said quietly to him. Immediately afterwards, she pounced on the Serial Killer, beam katana outstretched. Sylar emanated telekinetic force, holding her away before pushing the Soldier away. It wasn't even a second before Rija was back right on top of him, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches with her electric gloves activated. A dark shield was held on his arm as Sylar knocked away each blow, laughing while he did so.

"Is that all you have Soldier girl?" He mocked loudly. The words were a bit too soon as Rija at that moment leaped off the shield, landing an electric punch right into his face. Sylar fell into a dark portal. He reappeared behind Rija and sent her flying with a shove of telekinesis. "So you aren't just a pretty face." Rija met his eyes with a stare of grim determination. Sylar whistled. "But damn, that face is pretty. Are you sure you're taken? Because I could make you the happiest woman in the world. Forget that other guy. What was his name? D... d.... Dylan? Ah, who cares? He's a loser anyway." Sylar licked his lips before continuing. "And quite the course on my plate too. You fit right on my pallate. I could use a woman like you. Strong, smart, and sexy. Triple S, does it get better?" Sylar continued to taunt and mock, his words disgusting. Rija spat at him.

"As if." 

"Then death it is. But if you change your mind, well, I'm always willing." Sylar said, before summoning several dozen dark blades and shooting them towards the group.

~~~~

Ryonne reached the front of the group quickly, glancing over the scenario. Bronshu appeared to have a shield up, which would be good in preventing any surprise attacks. But the main thing was... Those questions Blank had posed. Ryonne was forced to think over them. Nikolai on the other hand wasn't. He answered quickly and eagerly, thinking for about two seconds. "I'm a prince ain't I? So, I press on for a duty to the people of my country. They rely on me, so I can never just give up and quit. Not for their sakes. As for my memories, well, my memories make me the guy I am now. Without them, I'm only a jerk prince with a sword gun thing. They'll help me know what decisions in the future will be best. All about perspective, y'know. And for why you shouldn't attack us... Well, I guess that's up to you. Your friends and your master clearly have an opposing goal to us. As we do to them. So your actions are up to you. And what you think is right. I can't stop you from doing anything." Nikolai responded. Ryonne nodded. He had a newfound respect for the kid. He was still a spoiled brat, but maybe he had a few more layers to him. Kinzoku stood by anxiously. She hadn't been prepared for questions like this. She knew how to fight, but philosophical questions like this? They made her brain hurt.

~~~~

Alysa parried away both of Rexon's strikes easily, then caught his fist in her own off-hand. She stared into his eyes. "Moron. Save yourself some time and get out of the way of your teammates that can actually fight." She said cruelly. She sliced through the ground, and sending a wave of matter disintegration through the earth, creating a large hole underneath the keyblade wielder. She promptly let go of his fist in time to deal with the disks Derik had sent flying at her. With little effort, she swiped through them, having them vanish into nothingness. She slashed through the air sending another wall flying at him. He was obnoxious as all hell. Alysa couldn't wait to be rid of him.

 

Behind Alysa in the raft however, was yet another contestant waking up for the first time. Kiritsugu Emiya.

Auron - 

Auron moved sideway to the rest of the team, as Rexon and derik were making Alysa busy, he tried to sneak an open road to his attack. Her power, to control matter, was quite the risk, however... hope this works. Then Auron called one of his cards turning into many orbs of blue light. "Hey jerk! Now´s my turn! Flare blast!" said and done, the orbs moved fast and sound, each one into and quite erratic and different direction, but in the end with one target: Alysa. "Mes Now!"

 

Reiner -

"Mmm I think we have do clearly answered tow of your questions already. We have something to protect at the moment, comrades who are fighting right now... as for memories.. well.. good or bad, they should head us to a better future in the end. As for the last question... I think I can return it as another question. For whatt end are you fighting for?" Reiner said as he turn his look to Blank. And at the same time, praying that Brooklyns temper wouldn´t cause a huge mess..

 

Kyle -

"Whoah! what the!" Kyle shouted as he avoided the dark blades falling at them. "In what nonsense I had gotten myself into?!" He said as summoning his keyblade in hand. Then he saw the newcomer changing .. form, somehow and attacking Sylar directly. " Fine then as for us.. Protect!"  he shouted as a spell fell over him and the rest of the group, of course they would need more defenses for the battle... and the cold.

[Ultimus Grid 546]

When Alysa caught Rexon's fist, he thought:  I know this won't be good.  Looking in the hole underneath him, he then thinks:  Yeah, this isn't good.  He made a quick yell when released from the enemy's grasp. 

 

Falling down, Rex tries to do something to stop himself.  With his keyblade still out he points it in front of himself.  He casts fire to propel himself backwards to a wall in the hole.  Turning around, he forcefully stabs his keyblade into it and stops falling.  He looks down further in the hole.  He couldn't tell how deep it was.  But he didn't want to find out for sure.  With his regained earth magic knowledge, Rex thought of something.  He turned his keyblade to the left and the wall begins to rumble.  A rectangular open space large enough to fit Rex forms in front of him.  Swinging back and forth he heads into the space.  Inside, he inserts his keyblade on his right side and turns right.  The opening closes and Rex starts to ascend to the surface.  A couple of seconds later a rectangular piece of earth arises a couple of feet away from everyone.  The front of it opens up and Rex walks out of it.  The moment he got out the shape descends back down to its original spot.  Staring at Alysa with a fairly angry expression, Rex says:  "Now that wasn't very nice."

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

Robert

Silently nodding in response to Rija's advice, Robert became intangible. As Rija and the others sent a barrage of attacks on Sylar, he snuck around the combat, and as Sylar fired upon his comrades with blades of darkness, Robert crept towards the psychopath from behind. One of the nice things about being weightless, was that you make virtually no noise or wind movement while walking, which meant that as long as Sylar didn't see him, he should be able to seek up on him without the guy noticing. Once he was in only a couple feet behind Sylar, Robert nudged his bo staff into his assailant's upper torso, and became tangible.

 

Blank

(A bit of mood music.)

 

 

 

For the most part, the contestant's answers were rather predictable. Those who preferred action over words either stayed silent, or in Dom's case, replied in such a way to make them sound threatening. A couple of the others, meanwhile, seemed more intent on solving things diplomatically, yet still hadn't done enough to persuade him. But then, Reiner answered his third question. "What... end?" he asked, confused. It was his job to obey orders, was it not? He had no end to reach, save for the one those in control had in store for him. What a silly answer to his question.

 

On the other hand, why was he even asking these questions in the first place? After all, he was never ordered to. And for that matter, why did he feel so invested in their answers? Perhaps... perhaps he was more independent than he wanted to believe. But what about his orders? He couldn't just abandon them. Unless...

 

Come to think of it, he couldn't challenge all competitors, regardless of whether or not he wanted to. After all, some of the challengers were already dead, some of which he never challenged, which meant that he'd already failed. And if his first order had failed, all he had left to achieve was the second, which was to keep things interesting. And as long as he achieved this, as he planned to, it seemed he would be free to do...

 

...anything.

 

Blank summoned his Tommy gun, and pointed it at the group, "Thank you for your answering, your replies have been duly noted." And knowing there was no going back, Blank swung his gun around, and shot at Gilgamesh's face.

Edited June 13, 2015 by Captain Arrowguns

[Daniel Black 1,981]

 

Robert

Silently nodding in response to Rija's advice, and became intangible. As Rija and the others sent a barrage of attacks on Sylar, Robert snuck around the combat, and as Sylar fired upon his comrades with blades of darkness, Robert crept towards the psychopath from behind. One of the nice things about being weightless, was that you make virtually no noise or wind movement while walking, which meant that as long as Sylar didn't see him, he should be able to seek up on him without the guy noticing. Once he was in only a couple feet behind Sylar, Robert nudged his bo staff into his assailant's upper torso, and became tangible.

 

Blank

(A bit of mood music.)

 

 

 

For the most part, the contestant's answers were rather predictable. Those who preferred action over words either stayed silent, or in Dom's case, such a way to make them sound threatening. A couple of the others, meanwhile, seemed more intend solving things diplomatically, yet still hadn't done enough to persuade him. But then, Reiner answered his third question. "What... end?" he asked, confused. I was his job to obey orders, was it not? He had no end to reach, save for the one those in control had in store for him. What a silly answer to his question.

 

On the other hand, why was he even asking these questions in the first place? After all, he was never ordered to. And for that matter, why did he feel so invested in their answers? Perhaps... perhaps he was more independent than he wanted to believe. But what about his orders? He couldn't just abandon them. Unless...

 

Come to think of it, he couldn't challenge all competitors, regardless of whether or not he wanted to. After all, some of the challengers were already dead, some of which he never challenged, which meant that he'd already failed. And if his first order had failed, all he had left to achieve was the second, which was to keep things interesting. And if as long as he achieved this, as he planned to, it seemed he would be free to do...

 

...anything.

 

Blank summoned his Tommy gun, and pointed it at the group, "Thank you for your answering, your replies have been duly noted." And knowing there was no going back, Blank swung his gun around, and shot at Gilgamesh's face.

 

(OooooooooooooooH! Betrayal! Nice! *Grabs popcorn*)

[Arya Stark 1,337]

Sylar didn't even flinch as Henry attempted to stab him. The attacks... didn't faze him. Not in the slightest. When the final attack ended, Sylar suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Henry by the skull, and lifted him up, using his telekinesis to bind him in place. "You... do not listen well do you? I was really hoping something a bit more from you new contestants, but all you've been so far is disappointments." Sylar said, sounding legitimately disappointed. "I said that I died. You know what happens to souls when you die? They go bye-bye." Sylar stepped closer to Henry, who was bound and floating in the air. His eyes did not leave him. "Are you smart enough to connect the dots? I am soulless. Literally. And you know what comes from being soulless? Freedom. More power than you could ever dream of... And speaking of power, you seem quite, hmmmm, tasty. I want a bit of you." Sylar was now glowing with a dark aura. Two giant black wings were growing out of his back. Ryonne's blade appeared in his hand, and Henry was lowered slightly. Sylar plunged the sword into his opponent's stomach, and the first drops of blood that leaked out floated over towards Sylar, controlled by his awakened biokinesis. Sylar drank the blood. He suddenly laughed, the new forms of darkness and elements flowing through him. The Serial Killer unbound Henry, and threw him telekinetically several yards. 

 

Suddenly though, Sylar found a bow staff embedded in his chest. Sylar teleported away as soon as he felt it, but it was too late. Sylar reappeared a bit farther away, clutching at his chest dramaticallly. "Ugggh, that one stung. You might... just have gotten me with that one. Oh wait." Sylar stood back up to his full height. The rather large hole in his chest was regenerating before their eyes. "Biokinesis. Forgot how much I loved this one. Oh my, this just isn't going to be fun anymore is it? I know! Watch this." Sylar said. He glanced farther up the mountain, and set his eyes on one particular spot. He pushed out his hand, then pulled it back towards his body. Snow began to fall, rolling down the slope of the mountain. More and more and more.... Until an avalanche was falling straight for them. Sylar smiled towards his opponents. "My bad." He said maliciously, before disappearing in a swirl of darkness.

~~~~

Hm. Interesting. Interesting indeed. Kinzoku thought to herself about the consequences this would carry. Oh well. She had bigger things to concern with than the betrayal of this robot thing. Yes, many great things. "Alright battle's on! Let's go!" She cried loudly once Blank had shot the gun. She charged forwards towards Gilgamesh, a giant hammer forming from her ingots and swinging it at the enemy. Nikolai gave a loud whoop as well, running forward, shooting a few times with Royal Will as a hand cannon. Once he got close to his enemy, he lashed out with his feet, which happened to be armed with his heavy gold boots. Ryonne glanced towards Brooklyn and frowned.

"Says the child who just emotionally broke down." He said. Were the words harsh? Yes, but Ryonne had not particularly appreciated Brooklyn's comment, especially since they hadn't even been fighting. Ryonne dashed off in a blink, appearing next to Gilgamesh, and slicing quickly. "I highly recommend you leave now. I am unsure if you really want to deal with all of us."

~~~~

Alysa didn't even hesitate to slice the wall out of existence. Unfortunately, she had not expected the appearance of Derik behind the wall. She quickly sliced through the ground, creating a rift that she fell through. The portal closed behind her, then reopened above the Space Swordsman. She aimed a slice full of matter obliterating intent right at him, before flipping away. But the next string of attacks was right on her, with no break. Auron's orbs flew right at her. Mes smiled at the call out, and quickly responded. She added her own amount of explosive force to the attack. Alysa stood no chance as the balls exploded right on top of her.

 

The dust settled. Standing where Alysa had been before was a figure completely cloaked in fire. There seemed to be a body of a black material underneath the fire, but not much of one. "Nice try dipwads." The fiery figure scowled.

"Always quick to the insults. Perhaps instead you should watch your back first." The Doctor's sardonic tone said from behind the Fiery Fencer. The girl turned around to meet a rapier of ice. "Cool off a bit. Then come back and we'll have a nice chat maybe. Tea perhaps?" The Doctor said as he sent a pulse of ice magic through his blade, completely encasing Alysa in ice. The Doctor smiled, satisfied, and turned around. It was only a moment after that when a sudden burst of ice sent him flying into a tree. Alysa stood remade, now a figure of ice, almost like a sculpture. She still held her rapier, that was still in its original form.

[rikunobodyxiii 700]

{Dom}

Dom was surprised by Blank's action. She had honestly expected him to attack with Mr Ego over there.

[/i]<Judging a book by its cover, miss?>[/i] the Book injected into her thoughts.

"Shut it." Dom grunted as she channeled some of her mana into the book.

More words appeared on the Book's open page, casting a Slow spell on Gilgamesh.

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

(Ouch?)

 

A flat "Damn" was the perfect reaction for Henry, as he Sylar was souless, his soul reaper mode wouldnt work, meaning that his attack just failed, but before he could do anything else he was quickly grabbed by the head and suspended in the air, not that he felt much pain from the grab, nor being suspended by telekinesis, Henry frowned with disgust and confusion as Sylar mentioned his power as 'Tasty', "Oh great",  as he was lowered and promptly stabbed in the stomach by Sylar, however, Henry's hardened skin managed to stop the blade from going too far in, however, blood still came out, and that was all Sylar wanted, taking Henry's power and throwing him several yards away.

 

"Dammit" Henry said as he regained his balance and flipped backwards, landing on his feet as the stab wound on his stomach started to heal, healing to full in little more than ten seconds. It was then his pendant began to glow. "Fun, isn't it? getting stabbed and thrown away like a rag doll?" Hector said from inside the pendant.

"Nice of you to show up" Henry mentioned as he managed to teleport back to where the battle was taking place, medium range teleports weren't hard for him, even with little power he could do it, quickly lunging at Sylar with his sword powered by dark fire, Sylar disappeared in time, as he made an avalanche too.

 

"Dammit again!" he exclaimed, looking around and seeing the others who were there as well, "Alright, anyone who wants to get cover come here!" he shouted, hoping they'd hear as he sheathed his sword, as his arms were soon covered in dark infused rocks, as he punched the ground with both of them, creating a large 10 meter extremely sturdy wall surrounding him and anyone nearby, set up diagonally so the avalanche would go around it upon hitting, he partially entered Dreadnaught form doing this, as most of his body was covered in rock-like armor as well.

Edited June 18, 2015 by Scrapmaster

[Guest]

Sylar didn't even flinch as Henry attempted to stab him. The attacks... didn't faze him. Not in the slightest. When the final attack ended, Sylar suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Henry by the skull, and lifted him up, using his telekinesis to bind him in place. "You... do not listen well do you? I was really hoping something a bit more from you new contestants, but all you've been so far is disappointments." Sylar said, sounding legitimately disappointed. "I said that I died. You know what happens to souls when you die? They go bye-bye." Sylar stepped closer to Henry, who was bound and floating in the air. His eyes did not leave him. "Are you smart enough to connect the dots? I am soulless. Literally. And you know what comes from being soulless? Freedom. More power than you could ever dream of... And speaking of power, you seem quite, hmmmm, tasty. I want a bit of you." Sylar was now glowing with a dark aura. Two giant black wings were growing out of his back. Ryonne's blade appeared in his hand, and Henry was lowered slightly. Sylar plunged the sword into his opponent's stomach, and the first drops of blood that leaked out floated over towards Sylar, controlled by his awakened biokinesis. Sylar drank the blood. He suddenly laughed, the new forms of darkness and elements flowing through him. The Serial Killer unbound Henry, and threw him telekinetically several yards.  Suddenly though, Sylar found a bow staff embedded in his chest. Sylar teleported away as soon as he felt it, but it was too late. Sylar reappeared a bit farther away, clutching at his chest dramaticallly. "Ugggh, that one stung. You might... just have gotten me with that one. Oh wait." Sylar stood back up to his full height. The rather large hole in his chest was regenerating before their eyes. "Biokinesis. Forgot how much I loved this one. Oh my, this just isn't going to be fun anymore is it? I know! Watch this." Sylar said. He glanced farther up the mountain, and set his eyes on one particular spot. He pushed out his hand, then pulled it back towards his body. Snow began to fall, rolling down the slope of the mountain. More and more and more.... Until an avalanche was falling straight for them. Sylar smiled towards his opponents. "My bad." He said maliciously, before disappearing in a swirl of darkness.~~~~Hm. Interesting. Interesting indeed. Kinzoku thought to herself about the consequences this would carry. Oh well. She had bigger things to concern with than the betrayal of this robot thing. Yes, many great things. "Alright battle's on! Let's go!" She cried loudly once Blank had shot the gun. She charged forwards towards Gilgamesh, a giant hammer forming from her ingots and swinging it at the enemy. Nikolai gave a loud whoop as well, running forward, shooting a few times with Royal Will as a hand cannon. Once he got close to his enemy, he lashed out with his feet, which happened to be armed with his heavy gold boots. Ryonne glanced towards Brooklyn and frowned."Says the child who just emotionally broke down." He said. Were the words harsh? Yes, but Ryonne had not particularly appreciated Brooklyn's comment, especially since they hadn't even been fighting. Ryonne dashed off in a blink, appearing next to Gilgamesh, and slicing quickly. "I highly recommend you leave now. I am unsure if you really want to deal with all of us."~~~~Alysa didn't even hesitate to slice the wall out of existence. Unfortunately, she had not expected the appearance of Derik behind the wall. She quickly sliced through the ground, creating a rift that she fell through. The portal closed behind her, then reopened above the Space Swordsman. She aimed a slice full of matter obliterating intent right at him, before flipping away. But the next string of attacks was right on her, with no break. Auron's orbs flew right at her. Mes smiled at the call out, and quickly responded. She added her own amount of explosive force to the attack. Alysa stood no chance as the balls exploded right on top of her. The dust settled. Standing where Alysa had been before was a figure completely cloaked in fire. There seemed to be a body of a black material underneath the fire, but not much of one. "Nice try dipwads." The fiery figure scowled."Always quick to the insults. Perhaps instead you should watch your back first." The Doctor's sardonic tone said from behind the Fiery Fencer. The girl turned around to meet a rapier of ice. "Cool off a bit. Then come back and we'll have a nice chat maybe. Tea perhaps?" The Doctor said as he sent a pulse of ice magic through his blade, completely encasing Alysa in ice. The Doctor smiled, satisfied, and turned around. It was only a moment after that when a sudden burst of ice sent him flying into a tree. Alysa stood remade, now a figure of ice, almost like a sculpture. She still held her rapier, that was still in its original form.

"Everyone has moments of weakness, Ryonne. Its best to have them out before a fight anyhow: lest theat wearnest come at the time when you need to block. I just want to stop that woman in the fastest way possible, I don't have time to see morality or political correctness right now. If we don't stop her, we stand to be in for a fight worth more than our lives alone, that means anyone who stands in out way will have to be stopped too. I mean no ill feelings towards anyone: I just want to protect what I can. I think the goal I'm here for... it's not the one I'm truly meant to do right now."Brooklyn dropped into a portal of darkness, the portal's other end opening behind Gilgamesh, he flew through the hole with a stab from his Keyblade, timed so thst it was in-synch with Ryonne's slash."I think my goal right now is to preform the job that the Keyblade seems tailored for: stopping the force at which is a danger to the worlds and protecting it's people. The powers I have, I don't understand fully why... but I won't let a lack of knowing why stop me. I won't let fear stop me! Not anymore!"Derik caught her incoming slash out of the corner of his eye as he spun, he adjusted his flight path by throwing a swing down and to the lwft, carrying him just barely out of the range of the attack. He landed, swords cleaving the land before him, which gave him the idea. As the others handled their opponent, he backed off, cleaving through the land with his buster sword, crossing the marks into a large star shape, and created a shole in the center of the shape. He cut it out of the ground, and fired it off towards Alyssa. As it approached, Derik rushed to Mes, an idea in his head. "Mes: in the back of it- there, where I marked, fireball it at the center... I've to a little trick that will knock blizzard princess off her ice throne... and fir a little good luck, give me a good blast to the back as well. This coat is still a ltitle much for me to handle well, but it will come in handy here...."