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 Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 6:35 pm
So... let's get this started.
Alright then. This is T1 MP. State your s**t in the first post, well, anything you're going to use, that is. Location is... How about a confined bar.  If the fight somehow gets out of the bar, or something terrible happens upon the bar that makes it explode, implode, etc. The outside setting is a people packed street and heavily populated city. It's 8 in the morning. First post goes to you, Mia, take it away.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 2:13 pm
 「Mia Elior」 Taking a cup in hand, Mia walked slowly around the bar, bored of her current state. It has not been long since she had picked up a fight, having been well rested since, but she liked being off of her feet. She originally came to the bar to socialize with those who were within it. Taking a sip of the nonalcoholic beverage, Mia's silver eyes danced around with the flashing lights of the room. The high-speed tempo of the music vibrated within her ears. How would want to enjoy a drink in this sort of environment? A couple made out on the couch next to her, shoving tongues down each other's throats. Disgusting. Mia thought to herself. She had a very strong sense of prudence, disgusted at the intimacy that the two were exhibiting. She walked away, sighing at the filth that humanity has brought itself to.
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A rustic iron casing enveloped the body of the woman, shielding her from the neck-down. Its design was of a Scandinavian spirit, exemplifying its triumphant flare. The armor itself had black crosses laid upon various portions of it, signifying the relation she had with the Sanctified. Under the protective metal laid Mia’s secondary epidermis of dark leather, which branched off under her armor, reaching the ends of her appendages. Her brow adorned a Valkyrian headpiece, serving as an eye shield. It lied dormant, tucking its metallic wings behind her ears, wrapping around her head and acting as a circlet. Upon its center laid an emblem of a cross, which matched the other crucifixes imbedded into the surface of her armor. A belt wrapped around her waist; the durable leather of the belt tightly synched the waist of the woman warrior, supporting a carbon-fiber bag containing a myriad of black dust. A ten-foot loop of chain hung from the other side of the belt, jingling lightly, despite her gentle walking. The only element that seemed out of place was the dull gold ring that embraced her left middle finger: its face had an embossed figure of a stallion’s head, whose physique appeared to be full of vigor, yet its eyes were dull and absent of expression.
The ring symbolized her status as a Valkyrie-Paladin. To look past this signification of position, one would find that it also contains the ability of manifesting the user’s soul into a weapon out of spiritual matter — which, for Mia, would be a Svärdstav, a Swedish sword-staff. This lance, when brought about by the formation of spiritual matter, is fixated in its physical state, since the spiritual matter composition of it is fixated according to the will of Mia — things that would destroy physical matter or break it apart would not be able to alter the form of it without the alteration of its spiritual state.
Working in conjunction with her ring, Mia also is able to use her Pulse to manipulate spiritual matter, an endowment exclusive to the Diamesian race. One’s Pulse is the manifestation of their soul, controlled by the will of whom it is manifests from. In Mia’s case, her specialized use of the Pulse is the agitation of spiritual matter, causing it to spontaneously combust. Spiritual matter is the “foundational” element of all things physical: every portion of physical matter is backed up by its own spiritual matter, accounting for its ability to interact with the plane of physical existence. The combustion that Mia creates by her Pulse (which she has coined under the term “Refiner’s Fire”) uses spiritual matter as a form of “fuel” for its blaze’s activity. It elicits spiritual matter to ignite (spiritual matter not involved in any sort of ethereal use) and reduce it to its basic-most spiritual compound, thus, ending the retained physical composition of whatever is subjected to its effects. When coming into contact with a human soul, it would dissipate the soul into spiritual matter. This breaking down of the soul ultimately leads the physical portion of the body to “fade,” of course, in addition to the searing pain derived from the tampering of their soul’s spiritual matter. However, if it interacts with other active portions of spiritual matter — per say, another Diamesian or user of spiritual matter, for the two forces would counter each other.
One of the two swords that laid upon her back bearing the inscription: אלוהים השופט, alluding to the ultimate authority of God as Judge, swayed against her body as she walked around the bar, producing low-pitched clicks against her armored back. Its blade was white in color and double-edged, serving as an offensive sword. Following the gyrations of this sword, the other sword that rested beneath it was of a similar white color, but was single-sided on the ventral end; the dorsal end was relatively flat in comparison to the bottom, thicker in width. The swords were named Rena and Renhet, Swedish for “Judge” and “Chastity,” respectively, embodying Mia’s strong ethics of morality.
Mia, before becoming a Diamesian, was one of the Sanctified, which was a secluded community of Zaiphon users. Zaiphon is an expression of its author’s emotions, elicited by their emotional vim. It is visually represented by a string of Hebrew text that is infused with spiritual properties, acting upon the energies that it comes into contact with, manipulating or containing them through their spiritual counterparts. In a way, it uses spiritual matter as a type of pivoting point to interact with the energies of the physical plane. In most cases, Mia is able to use the Zaiphonic expressions as a “port key” to energy-tapping, where she is able to deconstruct the physical form of energy and store it within its region of control. From there, she is able to expulse it back into the physical realm, almost “summoning” the energy back into existence. In the secondary portion of Zaiphon, it is able to redirect (or convert) energy into a different form. The electron activity of the atoms it interacts with are transcribed to act differently through Zaiphon, thus being able to switch energies between thermal energy (kinetic energy involved in the electron volts of unbounded, or “non-fixated,” electrons), light (quantum leaps), or electricity (movement of charged particles). In more simplistic terms, the Zaiphon is able to convert energy it receives into different forms, and having it also being able to be absorbed and expulsed by the area in presence of the Zaiphonic text. This area-of-effect ability is often fixated to a physical surface, gilding it with its properties, acting as a “net” towards energy.
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Mia walked around the bar, drink still in hand, half empty. Walking slowly and in deep thought, she didn't notice a group of men that were in her way. "Oof." Mia said in reaction to smacking into the chest of a man of 6'0".
"Hey there, good looking." The man said to her, obviously drunk by the loose twitching of his irises and a failed attempt at a wink. "Why you wearing that funny looking armor? It'll get realllllly hot in here really soon..." His breath was filled with the scent of alcohol, which made it even more obvious. Mia felt disgusted by the man, and attempted to pass him by shoving through. His friends laughed in amusement as the guy grabbed Mia on her right wrist. Bad decision on his part -- Mia instinctively grabbed the man's forearm, turning her body under his arm, and proceeded to flip him over onto a bar table, where a variety of empty glasses idly resided.
Crash. The man's figure smashed the glass beneath him, creating a loud cracking noise. He screamed in pain as Mia walked away from the situation. The man's friends were in complete shock -- as for the rest of the bar was, as well. Mia took a seat at a table, sighing in annoyance. She rolled her eyes, further in disappointment of what humanity has brought itself to. Lines of Zaiphon appeared upon her hands, being elicited by her feelings of anger towards the pitiful state of mankind. She looked around the room, which made the curious eyes that watched her veer away in fear. Mia's lips tightened into a straight line.
ואתה אחזקה חוקים שלי ותעשה אותם אני האלוהים שמקדש אותך
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