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 Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 7:19 pm
~Iwatodai Memorial Hospital Complex~
Home to the largest medicinal facility in the greater Iwatodai and Port Island Areas, the Iwatodai Memorial Hospital is where most private citizens who are sick or injured come to receive treatment. Funded by an unknown benefactor, the hospital is famous for its state-of-the-art technology, researchers, and for being one of the premier diagnostic locations this side of the Pacific Ocean. With several floors and countless wings for specific forms of treatment, it is truly a credit to the city of Iwatodai as one of the more advanced cities in modern day Japan.
However, Iwatodai Memorial has a secret hidden beneath its sterile core...buried beneath the building and the dug down deep into the Earth itself.
Iwatodai Memorial is secretly supported by an underground Organization known as the Uroborus and a man called Albert Wesker. Funding their research and building up their technological prowess, he is given free reign throughout the hospital (though they do not know that he uses their technologies or what he would even use them for). However more than the hospital itself, Wesker overlooks an underground facility beneath the hospital, an illegal Research Lab in which he and his followers train, experiment, and continue their quest to achieve a perfect union between humanity, demons, and biological weaponry.
Some of the rooms in the facility include research labs, training centers, bunks and private quarters for members of the Uroborus, and containment facilities for specimen. Anything they need for their research can generally be found in the underground lab...and anything else they simply take when they go topside.
Iwatodai Memorial Hospital
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 6:02 am
Albert Wesker, Genesis of the Uroborus 'The Right to Become a God is Now Mine!'
It was more than just the modus operandi of the Uroborus; it was an identity. It was what defined a man, the path that he had walked every day from the moment that he had become self-aware, and no matter what obstacles had appeared before him he had merely crushed it beneath his feet and continued walking forward towards that goal. Once there was a man who had stood before him and called himself master; he believed the right belonged to he and not his apprentice. Like everyone else, he had used that man and abandoned him before his independent ambitions could be discovered, but what he had obtained from that man was the first great step towards his ultimate end. Power, greater power than men could wield, it had been given to him and now he stood above the realm of pathetic human beings like the god that he would soon be. By his wits he had escaped the certain death of betraying his former master and now, it was his master who had become the hunted in this game of cat-and-mouse between the two of them. And he was closing in...taking from that man the last of his secrets would likely be all he needed in order to finally cross over the threshold. From a man to a monster, from a monster to a God...the time had come for the world to be cleansed of the weakness that had infected it, ruined this Earth far more thoroughly than any virus...that weakness was humanity. Humanity was nothing more than a sickness upon this Earth, and in what was certainly one of the most delicious ironies in history, it was a virus that would make the Earth well again. Not that he particularly cared about the Earth, nor had he ever cared for the humans that he would soon be wiping from its face. What truly mattered to the man who aspired to godhood was only that...becoming god. All his vast resources, this organization, his followers...all of them were inconsequential in the face of their unified ambition...his ambition.
And now, it was time for another purification. Those who were not useful to his plans were not worthy to stand before the man who would become their God. Thus did Albert Wesker now stand behind a sheet of one-way glass raised high above a massive training arena below him, a testing ground for his fusion of demonic and biological weapons, controlled by the Uroborus Serum that he had synthesized by his own hand. In the room stood no more than sixteen of his finest warriors, all battle-tested through rigorous 'purification' tests and missions that he had set them out on. Today, His black gloved hand pressed down casually upon a red call button and inside the massive room there was the mechanical crackle of a stereo over the PA System that alerted them to the presence of their leader. They were all gathered now before him...his cat-like eyes watched from behind the glass though they could not see him. All they could see now were the white walls and the battle, the enemies that stood before them. Utter mayhem would erupt in a matter of seconds...and their master would watch and analyze every minute of it.
"It's time for your purification ritual. I'm certain you don't require further instruction..." there was a pause, just a moment, before he tacked on one last bit, "...the purification will continue for as long as is required. Take no pity on your enemies. Anyone who would not stab their ally in the back for my cause...has no business in my new world order." It wasn't a joke, and there was nothing in his tone but a stern sense of finality. It was time...seconds seemed like minutes as the countdown to carnage culminated with this tense, halting moment, just waiting for the crackle...
And then it came.
"You may now begin."Quote: Uroborus Purification Ritual
In the Organization, Uroborus, there are regular 'rituals' by which Albert Wesker 'purifies' his followers. The idea is to distill the group into the most ruthless, powerful, and ultimately useful members that he can make use of for various missions, projects, and tests.
Wesker's ritual is simple; place his test subjects into a room, set down a few rules, and then have his followers combat one another for an unspecified amount of time until enough of them have died that he feels his organization is stronger...a sick twist on the old 'quality over quantity' argument.
Below are the Rules of Today's Ritual
1. Fighters are split into 2 randomly drawn sides.
2. Sides fight against one another at full strength, will full killing intent.
3. Fights will continue until Wesker calls off the ritual. This only occurs after a significant number of the combatants have died.
4. Eliminate your enemies by any means necessary. Group 1
# Yagami Light (OR-989)
# Kouji Tsukimo (LA-187)
# Bilik (EG-009)
# N Trance (NA-404)
# Korina Yamaka (UG-467)
# Wei Zhijun (VI-952)
# Taisen (ZT-101) vs.
Group 2
# Midori Tsuchiko (MF-312)
# Talia Az'al (XP-663)
# Tessen Isiymi (ML-803)
# Haruhiko Kuroda (HK-600)
# Vox Stryker (JJ-555)
# Chiaki Matsuhise (CF-259)
# Jack Simon (UK-111)
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 6:29 am
 Light opened his eyes and walked towards the people he was grouped with. He looked at the group and smirked, he was paired up with interesting people. Amongst them, his eye caught sight of Wei, Korina and Trance. Interesting indeed. He took a puff from the cigarette in his hand and kept it in his mouth as he took out his gun, a Beretta 92FS. He ejected the clip and placed it back in after examining it. It was filled up. He then pulled the hammer back to check if there was one in the chamber, and pushed it back. His gun was ready for use, though it was his last resort. He grabbed the Scythe slung over his shoulder and twirled it in both of his hands, grasping it with his left hand. He took the cigarette from his lips and held it in between his fingers, took a glance at the enemy group, and the smirk from his lips disappeared, his eyes glowing red, suddenly filled with a vicious killing intent. He flicked the cigarette towards the enemy group, and launched a powerful skill to start things off. "Judgement of Light!" he said, sending out the powerful Light attack to all the people on the enemy group.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 6:39 am
 Vox Stryker
It didn't take long for the first volley to come after the orders were delivered by the man in black that watched them from behind the mirror, hidden from sight; amongst the groups were a few rather rebellious types who reveled in the fight. It was the promise of power that had lured them into the fold of the Uroborus, and in the case of one Vox Stryker, there was nothing that enchanted him more than the thought of a world where only the strong could survive. He had spent years of his life in war, more after that working at sea, but nothing had given him the thrill that he felt the first time he came across one of Albert Wesker's Uroborus monsters. He had escaped the conflict after holding his own long enough to catch the boss man's attention, though he had plenty of scars (the most prominent one a long ragged gash down his left cheek) to show for the battle...but he wore them with pride now, his eyes hard, sharp, ready for the fight to come. And with the bell to start the game having sounded he felt his arm begin to change into something larger, demonic, a swords as tall and broad as his body gripped tightly within the bestial hand as he drew it back and aimed for his first target...a weak-looking boy with a cap and green hair, who by Vox's reckoning had no business standing amongst a group of cold-blooded killers the likes of Wesker's following. Halfway across the path a wave of light passed over him; he ignored the harmless spell and continued along his charted path, thankful for a power which negated such cowardly attempts to escape a good fight.
"If you're a monster, then show it to me...NA-404!" he challenged with an excited grin, bringing the blade down in a swift arc towards the boy with the intention of cleaving him in two from top-to-bottom, "Otherwise, you're gonna be the first one the privates sweep up off the deck when this party's over!"
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Rednal rolled 8 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4
Total: 23 (8-32)
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 6:46 am
 Korina YamakaAs the battle began, Korina held out the huge tome that served as the channel for her powers, and a wave of energy shot out of the book, through her and straight towards her enemies. An opening salvo in a battle like this, against these sorts of opponents... something that would drop their power a little, she decided, since it seemed that, momentarily, there were about to be a lot of flying powers and, probably, body parts. After all, wasn't everything for the greater glory of Hastur? Ia Hastur cf’ ayak ‘vulgtmm vugtlagln vulgtmm! Quote: Korina's Skills:Necronomicon: Raises Accuracy of Ailments to 1-2, ignore Ailment resistance [Passive] Reversal of Fortune: Korina's Ailment skills target her as well, with a reversed effect [Passive], and will not expire until the end of the battle [Passive] Action: Old One (Chance of Enervation [50% reduction of stats] on All Enemies) (1-2 Odds, but rolling 4-sided dice because of GAIA's system limitations, so a 1 or a 2 is a success) (Targeting, in order: Korina [Failure] / Midori [Success] / Talia [Success] / Tessen [Success] / Haruhiko [Failure] / Vox [Failure] / Chiaki [Failure] / Jack [Failure])
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Necromonium rolled 7 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 2, 3, 2, 2, 3
Total: 15 (7-28)
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:11 am
 N Trance: Member of the Uroborus N smirked as the man came towards him, before noticing as Light's skill came down, striking at many of them.
"Cool attack Raito~kun" he called as he moved back out of the way of Vox aiming at him with his blade, dodging the strike.
"Now now, watch where you're swinging that, UK111. You might get hurt." he called as he grined darkly, a Judgement of Darkness starting down to finish what Light may have started.
Seems the light skill had no effect on Jack. Oh well, things happened.
If he wasn't so focused on being attacked, he could make sure he could hit a few of them with the darkness skill, or perhaps play with them a bit, but what could you do?
Enemies are enemies. And that meant he wasn't able to afford such luxury as pulling his punches.
Quote: Rolling for Judgement of Darkness: High Darkness elemental damage with High chance of Instant KO In order: Midori- Not Ko Talia- KO Tessen- Not Ko Haruhiko- Not KO Vox- Not KO Chiaki- Not KO Jack -Not KO
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:18 am
 Talia Az'al
She didn't like it...but Hell, what did she know? Where she came from it wasn't uncommon to stab your allies in the back; her brother Raj had been one of the few people in the entire town with any sort of self-respect, which was precisely why they had been betrayed and run out a few years ago. It was why they had made the trip by sea to the bow-shaped archipelago called Japan, why they found a home in a town not all that far from where they were right now. She didn't know where her brother had gone after Albert Wesker got 'hold of her...she wasn't one of the members of the group who had come willingly, after all. Still, she was getting by, and the promise was that if she survived long enough she would no doubt eventually cross paths with Raj again. As long as she served willingly, he lived free and would be provided for. She supposed that was a good thing...but she had long since been too dead inside to give much a damn. If Raj was alive, as far as she was concerned, that was where her duty as a sister ended. And since she didn't have much else better to do and no choice in the matter, this Uroborus gig was as good as anything, she guessed. Nonetheless, she still didn't like watching allies stab one another in the back.
Of course, that was precisely what they were being ordered to do by the people in charge now; she knew more than a couple of the people on the other side from past purification rituals and had done at least one mission with one or two of them. They didn't know one another well, though, and it was best that way. She knew it might come to this eventually. That's why when she clicked the trigger on her twin-katars and they changed from a single blade to three on either side, she only felt the smallest hint of remorse before she narrowed her gaze at her designated enemies with bad intentions. Of course, her attack might not mean anything if the Judgment of Light spell had her number. She hated those types of spells...tactically useful, but cowardly and just plain boring. "One of those types," she sighed as she crossed her arms over her front, her skin tinting red as her ears began to elongate, the beginnings of a set of horns forming on her forehead, "you make me sick." It wasn't said with malice so much as dismissal, indifference. Suddenly a Recarmdra spell washed over her allies and as the force left her body she sunk to her knees, all but finished by her incredible revival spell.
...But no sooner had she fallen than she reached into her pocket and produced a strange stone...almost glassy in nature with a strange, luminescent glow to it. Her body seemed to be doing just the opposite, glowing a dull black as she rose from the floor of the room slowly...hovering in the air just above where she fell...and then her eyes turned up towards her enemies with that same unimpressed expression as she raised the item to her mouth and chomped down on it, devouring the celestial light trapped within to restore some of her power.
"Celestial Element...I devour the light of the stars to feed the darkness within me and those around me. As long as I'm standing, you won't beat any of us with a shitty trick like that."Quote: Recarmdra - Reduce HP to 1 to revive and restore health to ALL allies. Elemental Shard: Empty Cosmos - When HP is reduced to critical levels (1 HP or close to it), Talia restores health by devouring the light stored from celestial bodies during the night. Must restore energy immediately after and if no celestial energy is available, she will be stuck with 1 MP. Celestial Stone - Stores Celestial Energy from stars and sunlight reflected from the moon within. Serves as the source of Talia's elemental strength.
Resistances Fire - ??? Ice - ??? Elec - ??? Wind - ??? Light - None Dark - Null Inflicted with Enervation
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:27 am
Light heard N Trance's compliment and a small smirk appeared on his face, nodding at the green-haired warrior. "Glad you think that, Trance!" he said, the smirk increasing as his Judgement of Light had caused three of the second group's members to fall. However, it seems as if one of their members, Talia, had revived them and fully restored them. He heard what she had to say, and the smirk on his face disappeared, his eyes glistening red now. "Do I now? It may be boring, but it works, and the sooner I can kill you, the better." he said, slinging his scythe over his shoulder. He placed his hands together and opened his palms, beginning to channel a powerful attack. He heard Talia begin to talk, but ignored her taunting as he finished channeling the powerful ball of fire in the space between his hands. He looked up at her, and gave her an evil smirk. "Burn to cinder, Chaotic Flame!" he said, projecting the flames from his hand, a large stream of fire flowing towards Talia.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:44 am
 Bilik
While others talked and chatted about their fights, there was at least one person who simply didn't appear to care for all the pleasantries...which really wasn't all that ironic, since anybody who had been around him long enough knew that the feral-looking thing called Bilik (who never seemed to be completely out of his mutated state...probably a permanent effect of his Elemental Shard) didn't actually talk at all. He could grunt, of course, and occasionally he might make a strangled, horrid noise that was something akin to a laugh or a cackle, but it he still managed to get his feelings across fairly well...even though that was never his intention. He was simple but clever, and when he attacked he simply moved and fought and thought like the monster that he was. He was all wrapped in bandages from head-to-toe, concealing whatever wicked form lay beneath them, and aside from a black loincloth and an obsidian crown atop his head there was little decoration to the dirtied bandages that surrounded him. He moved in a slouch, but he was swift like a wild animal and just as nasty to boot. By the time he took off and you found him he was usually already upon you...which is how Tessen would find him when he bounded across the walls of the training facility, rock-like fingers digging in to give him a grip until he had crossed the side of the room and bounded in a leap towards the dangerous fighter, his fist becoming caked in a thick, black boulder that rained down destruction not only on that foe, but every other fighter on the enemy team.
He panted and groaned and showed his sharp teeth as he smashed the boulder into the ground and shook the room a little with the force; crouched down low to the ground, his dangerous eyes appraised his foes as he prepared for another leap...go spring away, forward, to attack or dodge...he was unpredictable, like a wild canine on the battlefield. In short, he was ready to do exactly what his master commanded of him. There was little else to say about him other than that.Quote: Carbon Rain - Customized Iron Rain, 1-3 Hits Med. Phys Damage (All Foes) Elemental Shard: ??? - ???
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 8:50 am
 Jack Simon
They certainly meant business today.
First thought that crossed his mind as a pair of attacks that on a good day might have rendered more than half of their side inert in a single maneuver washed over their team and dropped a couple of them instantly with their opening salvo. He hadn't even had time to light up a cigarette before things got serious...not that he particularly liked to smoke. In fact, you could rather say that he despised the smell, taste, even the action itself wasn't particularly calming to him as it was for other people. What it was, though, was necessary...a (literally) bitter pill to swallow, but nothing good in the world came without a price, did it? He would leave that age-old debate as to whether or not the power itself was good or bad for another time. For now, he had more important things to do...evening the odds a little bit, for one. Wesker's Purification Ritual was barely an instant on before their side had been pressed back onto the defensive...it was like watching Wolves trying to share a pitch with Manchester United. Even on the coldest day in Hades you knew how that would end. For this ritual, however, you couldn't say the same. The man currently known as 'Jack' intended to be sure of that. After all, the goal here today wasn't just to survive...it was to make an impression. He knew that the 'Chairman' was watching over them as they fought, which meant that any move they made had the potential to amuse or impress him. For many, it was likely a very thin line they were walking, and he intended to make footing as slippery as possible.
His lips curled into a smirk and he practically sighed as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small bottle of liquor, uncorking the bottle to take a swift drink of the tonic within. It burned, which wasn't pleasant, but he couldn't say that it wasn't a good taste. Slipping the top back in swiftly he looked across the way at his overeager foes and stepped out to the front of his group, avoiding carefully the opening volley that the wild boy threw at them...if only because it was a move that he had seen and analyzed by the Carbon-element user before. Motioning with his hands, he held up the bottle as a sort of peace offering. "Don't you know that opening with an attack like that is bad form?" the blond asked in a prominent British accent, seeming mildly serious despite the jovial air inside his tone, "Well if we're going to have at it, we might as well share a drink, wouldn't you say? Nothing says we can't face this test like gentlemen. It's not like this bottle will explode into bloody shards when you catch it." His lips quirked and his blue eyes seemed to be set in an even, amused expression. Pulling back his hand to toss the bottle, he couldn't help but add a moment later...
"That was a joke."
Amused, seemingly of a good nature, the well-spoken and surprisingly-calm man tossed the bottle of alcohol across the field to the one standing at the head of the opposing side. It was an even toss, steady, so that the precious liquid inside wouldn't (and wasn't) shake or spill. In the meantime, the blond slid back into a relax but ready stand, preparing himself for whatever else might come his way while he waited for the exchange of pleasantries to be through.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 1:50 pm
Taisen
The "Zombie" As the cloaked and hooded figure stood in the training room, he slowly lifted his head towards the window, that looked like a mirror, where he hoped the Chairman was watching. Taisen had been in this situation many times, due the amount of time spent as a member of the uroborus. He wanted to make Chairman [Wesker] proud..and if killing nonstop was the only way, then killing is what Taisen would do. As the battle began, Taisen looked onto the battle-field as it seemed that nobody was attacking him at the moment. He used this opportunity to go into his robe and pull out two spiked, steel, orbs which he then placed into his mouth. Almost instantly, blood began to run from his lips as the spiked orbs ripped his mouth to shreds as he tried to roll them around and chew them. He forced himself to not make any sign of pain even though pain coursed through his body as if someone where taking a mini chainsaw to his mouth. Once enough damage was done, Taisen forced the orbs down his throat and waited a moment before he felt his power grow, a fully satisfied demon was now ready to help Taisen give his all in this battle as his impressive healing abilities, coupled with his sludge-like abomination skin (sludge face) allowed his mouth and throat to be fully healed in mere seconds. He smirked a bit as he licked the blood from his lips and placed his hands on the hilts to the dual [keyblades] that hung from each of his sides, one black and one white.
Taisen then casually walked towards his ally, [Korina], who seemed to have started the battle off by weakening the opponents and strengthening herself. Taisen knew that, for now, she was a valuable asset to have on the team. It was much more easier to kill a foe if they were already greatly weakened. Taisen wouldn't attack for now, as he just stood by her to make sure the odd girl could do all the weakening she could without being interrupted. And if someone did try to interrupt, then Taisen would deal with them as to not have the girl wasting time with attacking.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 4:14 pm
Teshume Issen
Teshume listened as his master gave the command to purify, it was something he had been known to do on occasions, ways to weed out the weak or the unfaithful, or those just too gullible to strike their companions. He watched as some of his comrades took pre-emptive actions, cowardly attacks rolling from them as they washed over him, only one having an effect, though not the one it's user had probably hoped. As the attack washed over him, his life force, draining to the point of death, it stopped, restoring him back to life as he was revived from the attack. Though, that particular victory was short lived as the physical attacks came in, crashing against him, shifting him back slightly, a natural resistance to physical damage soaking some of the damage. Well, that was unpleasant... though now it was his turn. He breathed in deeply as his skin pulsed, strange markings overcoming him as his skin started to blacken, almost like it was being burned washing over his entire body. White 'smoke' rose from his mouth as he grinned inhaling and sucking in the super cold air his white beast form taking hold and countering the status effect from one of his opponents, before leaning forward and holding his hands out as if he were holding a bow. He winced one eye as he took aim for a moment before lifting his hands, a large amount of thick ice arrows forming in front of him. In the blink of an eye he exhaled, snapping the fingers on the drawn back hand as a cacophonous CRACK was heard throughout the room as the arrows launched themselves in the air, masterfully raining down upon his foes as the arrows of the frozen legion rained down upon them.
Quote: Form of the White Beast Barrage of the Frozen Legion- Custom Aquary Tide: Severe Ice + 25% Damage on all foes. Super effective against N.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 5:37 pm
 Chiaki Matsuhise
Warily, tensely, cautiously she listened as Wesker, their leader, spoke, leaving little bits of silence in between his statements, as if to build to her ever increasing apprehension at killing her fellow teammates. Unlike them, she was not completely ruthless, not completely wanting in this endeavor, and certainly she did not ever imagine being forced into a situation such as this, to kill her fellow man. Not just any man, her comrades. But that's a lie of course, she knew. A lie that she shakily told herself, to perhaps protect what was left of her meager conscience, for eventually, if this pattern was kept up, it would surely slip away, as it had with the others. Life was lovely, death was... not. The word hung heavily in her mind, echoing against her skull as if it enjoyed her discomfort, as if it relished in her despise. 'Now is not the time to have these thoughts.' Despite this, the grim expression on her face was clear. Chiaki Matsuhise was not a happy camper at the moment. A barrage of relatively powerful attacks came at her, sending her stumbling backwards in a rather graceless attempt at dodging since her head had not been completely where it needed to be, though none of the side effects with them had been a problem. This was going to be a tedious battle already, she could tell, though they weren't some of Wesker's best for no reason, and so, she withstood them, looking only a little worse for wear despite the pain. "Hell's Judgement." The command escaped her lips, mechanically, though a slight hint of distaste was evident. 'Just go through the motions,' her mind reminded her. Absently, she readied her crossbow, finding the familiar feel of the smooth, polished wood soothing, its intricate patterns oddly matching the girls appearance, even if at first glance a weapon looked to be the last thing belonging on her person at all.
Quote: Hell's Judgement: (Dark) Reduces HP of all enemies by 50%
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:07 pm
 Wei Zhijun
Vi-952Most people would try avoiding trite terms whose purposes seemed to be making jokes at the expense of the one telling them, but in this case Wei couldn't help but nod as he waited for everyone to snap to dealing with one another. Purification was an important part of growth after all, destroying the weak and building the stronger from what was gone, much like muscles or society, armies and every form of strength that had been discovered since the rise of man. To show his enthusiasm for the ritual Wei had leaned against the wall, completely ignoring the rush that started at the call while instead choosing to amble about in his approach, avoiding the brunt of crude confrontations. Once they'd started flinging spells however, it was clear people couldn't be concerned to actually look for who might be weak and weed them out, so it looked like he would have to do some personal garbage disposal if he wanted to leave the room in a timely fashion. "You look like you need some incentive. Let me remind you all our lives are on the line." Wei said as he left the wall and began to cross the room, raising the long and curved knife and resting it's blade against his arm, before quickly and ruthlessly gashing his own arm, likely causing any squeamish people to pause for a second. Without waiting for the fresh run blood to trickle down his arm however, Wei flicked his hand to the side, a sickening gush sticking to N Trance, a tug of his arm in the opposite direction sending a bit of thick crimson onto Taisen and Korina. He hadn't used his ability in front of any of them before, so the long gash down his arm might have made him look like a suicidal figure, someone who'd lost his mind in all the fighting, but his face told an entirely different story...and he wasn't going to hide his ability either.
"Keep what comes next in mind. I don't care if you're in this group, but only those who are worthy of surviving will. If your enemy crushes you, I will shake their hand warmly while standing over your corpse." That was the closest Wei would ever come to mentoring, but the demonstration was the most important part, so spotting CF-259 a bit unprepared, the demon in human form drug his blade across fresh flesh once again, stepping forward as he threw his arm forward in a wide arc, sending the gushing red substance through the air with erratic aim, the most deadly part of his weapon being it's shotgun-like effect that made dodging it almost impossible. "What's with the hesitation?" Wei asked with a grin, snapping his fingers almost the second the blood made contact with any physical substance, the targeted biomass thrown at Chiaki exploding in an instant, burning and breaking anything it hit, dealing significant damage to the room itself as whole chunks of metal were torn from the floor, all with the same power intended to take Chiaki's ability to fight before she ever reacted.Quote: Obeisance: Severe Physical Damage. (Towards Chiaki)
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:51 pm
Chiaki Matsuhise
'Crap...' She had hoped, no prayed that her hesitant form wouldn't be singled out quite so promptly, preferring to avoid the battle altogether. However, such hopes were futile, and she recognized this. "Don't think I'm not aware of this, VI-952." She snapped, previously glossy eyes immediately coming back to the current situation with an intense anger. For every slow step he took forward, she stepped back, preferring to keep their distance if at all possible. Even as he sliced his arm, she continued taking steps backwards. In preparation for her next attack, she mumbled "Matarukaja" not caring for the immediate results instantly attacking would provide, as tempting as the choice may be. He appeared unaffected by her previous spell, so Dark moves were out... but other than that, she knew nothing about him. The blood made her suspicious, however. Why would someone do that? Especially considering the subject matter of his earlier remark. It could only be some sort of attack or buff... or something. Only another reason to keep her distance until the effects of such an odd action were made apparent. "You're disgusting, you know that?" A snarl warped her otherwise delicate features into something ugly and twisted. He was the type that enjoyed this sort of stuff, she could tell. It was the way he carried himself, the way he talked. What a scumbag. Then, in a flash, his hand flung the blood at her, and immediately she knew to dodge. Agile legs propelled her body to the side, head swooped low. Still shrapnel, bits of metal, wall, and God only knows what else, exploded forward at her, piercing her body despite her best efforts to avoid being damaged. It knocked her backwards, but quickly she scrambled up, not wanting to know what would happen if she had chosen to stay down on the cold ground of the room they all inhabited because of something as silly as pain. Great. This dude was like a sprinkler of death, and not only that, but he seemed to gleefully embrace this fact. Perfect.
Quote: Matarukaja: Increase attack and magic power for 3 turns on all allies.
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