Sutoratosu

Oh hell... it seems like it'll be a bit of a change of past from the usual RP types... so why not?

The closest thing to it is Salves and Serums made of the juice of regenerative berry species like Oran or Sitrus. as the group medic, Logan has some with him, and Doctor Ray makes a habit of always carrying a few medical supplies with him as well.

Ethic's blade blazed with light as he saw his moment of opportunity, putting more energy into the saber and extending it outward, forcing it the grow longer and malleable. within seconds, the blade had changed into the same whip-form that Ethic had used against Quincy. He smirked as he took aim... the spot where he'd have to hit inorder to fully paralyze this thing, was the upper spinal region, near the base of the neck or so. he flung the blade-whip out, controlling it with his will. the Thing arced through the air towards the side of the nape of the Titans neck, then banked a hard right as he directed it to strike, putting even more power into it and cutting deep into the back of the Giant's neck, more than deep enough to have severed the spinal cord. He withdrew his saber back into his life reservoir, standing on the wall and surveying his handy work, waiting for the beast to become fully immobilized and fall to the ground so that he could finish this thing.

Ethic grinned as the obviously less than intelligent titan began to lash out blindly in every direction. It's stupidity would almost make this too easy... he'd have to find something smarter to kill later on. that aside, he again focused another sphere at his fingertip, firing it off and preforming the same stunt as with the last one, aiming it at the opposite wall and then redirecting it to hit the Giant. The second sphere hit titan much as the first one had; on the side of the face facing away from Ethic's position. Hopefully this would help the big idiot to turn like he wanted him too... even though these burst were pretty small, Ethic didn't exactly have an infinite amount of energy to fire away at him...

K, really no need to apologize Hukuna. I'm fairly certain that at some point, we've all jumped the gun when starting something up. Anywhales, we understand that you're only taking so long because your workin hard at this. Patience is a virtue, after all.

Take your time. We can understand if you don't feel like bullshiting we can wait. A little while longer won't kill us.

IN THE PAPAL ALTER (Supernovae, Chimchain, Kenny) Stratos nodded at Maximus. "Another good man." he then turned to face the Alchemist. The man had been eerily silent... he hadn't given them his name or said anything since he'd gotten here... hell, Stratos honestly didn't even know why he was here at all... he hadn't seen him during the fight... oh wait... there was someone shouting out bomb threats earlier, wasn't there? That must've been him. "And what will you do, Alchemist?"

IN THE PAPAL ALTER (Chimchain, Supernovae, Kenny) Stratos returned The young hunters stare, nodding his head."Good man," he said, then turned his attention to the unamed Alchemist and Maximus, who had yet to answer "What about you two?" ======================================================== AARON Aaron drove his fist into the wall in frustration, the glyphs on his hands bazing brightly as a torrent of blue electricity burst out forth and shattered the stones, leaving a gaping hole in the wall . He reeled his hand back as the Glow died down again, still astonished by these... abilities he'd just had dumped on him without any explanation what so ever. He stared at Marcelos, storming over and grabbing the other boy by the Lapels, shouting in a rage. "What the hell did you do the me!?" he demanded "What are you!?" Marcelos slapped his hands away, addressing him cooly. "Calm down," he began. "I have Entrusted you with the control of the primal keys, the Alpha and the Omega. You already had them within you, I bestowed them to you the moment you were born. all I did just now was bring them out of dormancy-" "You're not making sense!" Aaron shouted, storming closer. the Glyphs on his palms again began to blaze with crimson and sapphire colored light Marcelos's face clouded over in anger as he glared at Aaron. "NONE OF IT MAKES ANY DAMN SENSE BECAUSE YOU'RE CONSTANTLY INTERRUPTING EVERY TEN SECONDS!!" He roared, his voice resonating with power as the the tower itself shook. Aaron took a few steps back, tripping and falling to the floor in fear. Marcelos glared down at him. "Now shut your damn mouth and listen, because I'll only explain things once more. The Alpha and the Omega are the Primal keys, the two forces from which all of existence sprouted. They are the ultimate forces, the beginning and end. And now they are in your hands. they are a part of you, as they've always been, you just have conscious control of them now." Aaron stood shakily. Getting up and walking around still felt a bit strange, even with his legs now miraculously repaired when Marcelos had done that... Awakening nonsense to him. "I...I still don't understand why you chose me of all people..." he asked, making sure to keep his distance from Marcelos. The Former GOD simply smirked at him. "that's simple," he answered "I needed someone who I knew wouldn't end up like me or my brother... someone who wouldn't be too weak to do what's nessacary, and at the same time someone not possessed of such a strong sense of conviction that they would commit atrocities in pursuit of what they felt was necessary and right. You are the son of good man, a loyal man who isn't bound to extremes like some people are. your mother... well, let's just cut a long story short and end with this: you fit the bill of what I was looking for." "Are you...done?" Aaron asked, still a bit shaken. Marcelos shook his head "No...not quite." he looked Aaron in the eye "Like I said... I'm too weak to play god anymore. My brother Rossephus is threatening this world... the only one that wasn't flawed... the only one I'm actually proud to say was wrought by my hands....and I'm too softhearted to strike him down like I should, like I know needs to be done. that's where you come in, Aaron. It's up to you, and all the others I've brought together to help you, to stop Rossephus and bring an end to all this madness... and to fix my mistakes once that is done... but for now just focus on Rossephus." "so wait..." Aaron said, his anger rising again "So your just gonna dump all you issues onto MY shoulders?" "I've given you your legs back. And I've also given you just what you wanted: to no longer have to constantly prove yourself to the rest of the world." Aaron reached forward and again grabbed Marcelos by the lapels, shaking him as he screamed, his own voice resonating with power this time as his rage boiled over. "I WOULDN'T HAVE TO FUCKING PROVE MYSELF IF YOU HADN'T MADE ME A CRIPPLE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!" He shoved Marcelos roughly against the wall, balling his fist and preparing to kill the bastard by smashing his skull against the stones. the rage that had always been inside Aaron was finally starting to leak out. the anger and hate he felt at those who looked down at him for being a cripple, the only cripple in the whole world. This other boy, Marcelos... he was the cause of all of this... the humiliation... the loss of his independence... And Aaron would make him pay for it... in blood. He threw his intended kill blow, stopping his fist in the air when Marcelos disappeared, simply faded away in a flare of blue light before he could connect the blow. He lowered his fist, grinding his teeth... but you know what? fine. just. fucking. fine. Aaron would do what Marcelos had said... he'd get rid of this "Rossephus" fellow... and then he'd get rid of Marcelos, too. A hand clasped gently on his shoulder and he caught the scent of Sage and mint, feeling his anger drain away in mere seconds. he glanced over his shoulder, seeing the Old woman standing there. "You're upset," she said "And that's perfectly justified and reasonable. But he is not the one who deserves to be on the receiving end of your hatred and rage; the only one who does deserve it Rossephus. He is the only one in the world who deserves to be wiped out of the fabric of Existence, like the stain he is." her attention drifted to the door for a moment, then she looked back to Aaron. "We've company... come, it's time you learned how to wield the powers of GOD." with that said, she waved her hand at the door of the tower, a moment later it swung open. Standing outside was a man with an injured fellow on his shoulders, and a Young woman standing behind him. "Come," she said to Octavia and Matrim urgently. "Bring him in, quickly!" ============================================================== Murdoc and Snap It wasn't long before the two found their way to the tower that they'd been told about, which was quite lucky for Eric, because his wound was opening up more and more with every jostling step. a tall door made of solid oak stood before the two. upon trying the handle, Matrim found it to be locked tightly. just a few seconds later however, the Door swung open, spilling torch light out onto the darkened street. the Smell of herbs from before wafted out into the air, beyond the thresh hold stood an elderly woman in robes... Octavia recognized her instantly from before. "Come," Muya said to the two urgently "Bring him in, quickly!"

Ethic smiled as the Behemoth finally attacked, diving to the ground and front rolling out of the way, barely fast enough to avoid being killed by the monstrous punt that had been sent his way. He Sprinted towards the wall at top speed, not stopping when he reached it, but rather placing his foot on it, using the same trick he had used to get within range of Quincy, a spike made of his life force shooting out of the sole of his sneaker and anchoring him to the face of the wall as he placed his other foot then shot a new spike out and withdrew the old one, and repeated the cycle over and over again, being eerily silent as he ran vertically along the wall, skirting underneath the hooks with the dead hanging from them. He made sure to keep the giant in his sights. He stopped when reached a point where he'd be able to put his plan into action, slowing down to a Jog and then a halt, still anchoring himself to the wall with the spikes manifesting at the soles of his feet. The Glow of his saber dulled and faded as he withdrew it and lifted up one hand, pointing it like a gun at the giant. He willed a sphere of life force to flicker to life at his finger tip, then reeled his arm back and brought it around in an arc over his head, as if throwing a punch towards the sky. the moment he did, the small sphere fired from his finger tip, zipping through the air like a bullet, heading past the Titan's head and on a trajectory for the opposite wall. He seized control over it half-way through the flight path, willing it to curve around and fly back towards him, the trajectory now altered to fly at the side of the Titan's face. The second that it was close enough, Ethic gave the mental command for the Sphere to burst with the energy he had condensed into it, watching as it exploded in a small burst of power on the side of the Titan's face that was not facing him. He could feel a familiar urging in his mind; the limit for his ability, but it was nothing he couldn't brush off for the most part. the point of that shot was to mislead the Titan, not to inflict serious damage. He again ignited his life saber, waiting for the Giant to turn it's back to him... he'd paralyze this bastard with a slash to the spinal cord, then finish it off with a slice across the jugular.

Fools, you forget that Lord Arceus created all that there is! Burn in the lord's Judgement as he holds a Flame Plate! Burn, ye blasphemers, burn I say!

Or this, I guess... though I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she actually went the other way and ended up doubling the maximum level capacity.

Ethic cast a split second glance as a familiar voice echoed out, seeing Annie not far away. he immediately turned his attention back to the monstrosity standing before him. "Stay back!" he snarled. "This bastard's mine!" It had happened again, his subconscious psyche had taken over his body and thoughts, pushing his usual self to the background, just like it had with the fight against Quincy and the dismemberment. And this side of Ethic, the monster of a person who was slowly growing more and more with each little episode, wanted nothing more than to tear this behemoth apart limb from limb... but it was different this time, this time, there was no morally related motivation for the violence he sought to inflict. This time... he just wanted to do it to prove that he could, a display of power, even if no one was around to see it, he'd know it himself... he'd prove it to himself... and himself alone. And He'd prove it without the help of anyone else. though outwardly, none of these aspects was projected on his face except a deep set rage. Hell, if one were to look at the walls of this corridor, they might think that they know why he was angry, they might think it was because of the dead folks hanging on the wall. But that was far from the truth. Ethic could care less about those poor fools; he hadn't known those people, he had never seen their faces or heard their names or their voices, they had all probably entered this place looking for something, same as he and everyone else in the group did, and what they found instead had been this ugly guy, waiting for them, to gut them and hang them up. In the end, it had been their own stupidity that had killed them, and Ethic didn't have any pity for people who died because they were simply stupid. so long as no one from the group hung from any of those hooks, and from what Ethic could tell, no one did, he would not kill this thing simply for some type of vengeance. He was not angry because of these bodies... He was angry because this ugly bastard wasn't charging at him like he wanted him to, he was angered because this Giant wasn't putting itself in a position that he could easily exploit it's size in. "COME ON, COWARD!!!" He again roared with ferocity. "COME ON SO THAT I CAN PUT YOU DOWN!!"

If this one has been moved, then can the old one be deleted? (It's still there in the "Team Showcase" section) It's kinda a waste of space to have two threads open on the exact same subject at the same time...

Ame has talked about maybe extending the highest max level past one hundred in the past. Chances are that by the Eighteenth gym, we'll all be using something like Lv.150-175 mons... and probably Lv.180-200 mons for the Elite Four challenge/ Champion confrontation god, training would be a freaking nightmare... all that EXP you'd have to grind...

IN THE PAPAL ALTER (Supernovae, Kenny, Chimchain) "Correction," Atton said "the right question is 'do we know of his location?' the Keys are not physical objects. they are the two most basic and powerful forces in the universe itself, and to answer your question, yes, we know of the exact locations." he turned and looked at Stratos. "Muya has just sent word to me," he explained "Lord Marcelos has just entrusted both of the Primal Keys to the Third Heir." "Both?" Stratos asked, a bit confused "But how can he still have been in possession of both? The things Rossephus did when we fought... they could only be explained by him having control of the Alpha. I saw their ceremony, the Pope and his Allies broke the seal and brought him forth. I saw those soldiers tonight... all seven hundred that I killed, they were all firmly under the influence of a Primal Key, I could see it with my own eyes." A smirk grew on Atton's face just then "What you saw was the residual power that Rosse had managed to retain." he said "It was leftovers, what he could salvage from his prison before he was set loose. And he just about used up that residual power fighting all of us tonight. By Muya's estimation, if he continues to maintain control over the remaining Church soldiers in this city, He will be completely dry by sunrise-" "Meaning that we only have to hold them off till dawn," Boho interupted. "Then they'll start to surrender once they come back to their senses." Atton nodded. "I've already ordered the Magistrate's Department out in force. They'll be more than sufficient to hold the possessed at bay... if not simply wipe them out entirely." Stratos grinned now, knowing exactly what this all meant. "The bastard will be powerless to stand against us next time." as he said it though, he recalled the fact that Rossephus had almost torn off his arm without having to use the Alpha at all... "Or at least now he and I would be on a more equal footing in combat." Boho again piped up. "You're forgetting that your mission is now longer hunting him down, ol Stratos." "What are you talking about?" Boho elaborated. "Rossephus doesn't have that nice bit of power to rely on anymore. And like the thirsty bastard he is, he's gonna try to git more... He's gonna go after the boy now." Atton broke in at that point. "He's right," he began "What matters for you now is protecting him. The task of killing Rossephus falls to all of our shoulders now. you're not alone in your fight anymore." he then turned his attention to the three as Stratos thought this over... it was strange... he'd been actively on the hunt on his own for so long now, only sharing the burden with Thead, and even then, that really didn't count, they were soul-bound to each other, rider and wyrm, two parts of a single entity. now that he had others to pick up the slack, to assist him... he honestly didn't quite want to give up his pursuit of Rossephus to them... he wanted to finish the battle he had started on his own. he'd been fighting it for four hundred years, and he couldn't just drop it, not like that... but fine, he'd settle for protecting Samiel's son... though technically speaking, the task of 'Protecting' the boy would only be completed if he killed Rosse... "You three," Atton said, addressing the group. "You have been shown the truth... what do you intend to do with the knowledge now?"

nothing. titans fit in perfectly with the sin of Gluttony. Wonder how far I can push my character into the darkness before it's time to bring him back to the light... ya know what? I'ma go all the way. It's always darkest before the dawn, or so they claim. *Laughs maliciously*

Ethic ducked and rolled in between the Giant's two massive feet as it attempted to grab him, springing up behind the beast as his saber blazed to life in his hands, he spun and twirled it in his palm, casting an after image of the blade and being flashy with it... eerily reminiscent of how Scott had been flashy with the handling of his blade as well. He eventually ended the makeshift light show a few moments later by bringing the life saber to rest, holding it backhanded behind himself and taking an aggressive fighting stance. A cocky smirk spread on his face as he stared up at the colossus before him, holding his hand out, palm facing him, flexing his fingers back in a classic 'come at me' gesture. His eyes had a strange glint in them, as if they were glazed over with excitement... something that Ethic had never really felt while fighting before. It was obvious that Death's Arcana was beginning to take a greater and greater root in his psyche. Even now, the link was starting to spread it's influence within him, starting to drive him to begin to relish the thought of possibly dealing out fates of mortality, no matter who or what he might be dealing it to. He figured that this new found fondness for the prospect of open hostility was related to the Issue he'd become aware of not long ago. But what the young man had no idea of, was that with each circle he passed through, it's hold would only get stronger and stronger, the problem would only become worse the further in he traveled. He was running out of time... but that wasn't what mattered right now. What mattered right now was the thing standing before him. What mattered right now was that it would be dead on the floor in a few minutes. "Come on!!!!" Ethic shouted, trying to goad the thing into charging him again.

Sounds like a good idea. great way to give anyone interested the chance to improve themselves with practice. Hell... I'll probably be participating myself. quite interested in that Character side Comp.

I'd like to rephrase my answer a bit: The real question is not whether you use it in battle, but whether or not you keep it... I miss-understood that the first time I read the inquiry. If you like the way it looks, all shiny and whatnot, then yeah, go ahead and keep it, it's your playthrough of the game, you don't have to get approval from anyone else before deciding whether or not to toss something back into the wild. If it pleases, then you could even try something like keeping it on the team as a mascot of sorts (though in this case, it would be a purely "Look don't touch" mascot since it wouldn't be very helpful in battle) or you could keep it in a PC box as a trophy. Do whatever you want with it, keep it or release it, that's up to no one but you at the end of the day. but if this wasn't what you meant in the question and you actually were asking advice about whether or not to use it in battle, then my advice from before stands firm.

Darius's Group (Hukuna, Typhlosion, Dobby, Exlink) Cesealia Bristled when Gideon stepped up and had the gall to go spouting criticisms about a line of work that he knew nothing about, surrounded by people who were in that occupation. She was about to raise her hand and give the affirmative signal, providing the go-ahead for the magistrates under her command to kill them, but luckily for the group... no, more of a complete miracle, really, the Sniper spoke up before she could do it. All in all... His words were enough to calm her rising anger for now. she lowered her hand, still staring fiercely at Gideon, yet addressing the entire group when she spoke. "Fine..." she said "I will trust your words for now, Sniper... seems you've the most sense out of this lot..." She turned her attention to the Magistrates under her authority. "About face; form Columns!" she ordered. within a second, every single law man dropped their weapon back down to a resting position and moved out of the groups path, forming up two lines on either side of Cesealia and the four men. she looked back at the group, this time focusing on Sinbad. "You and your men may pass," she said, removing her helm as she did so, her blonde, nearly white curls spilling out and her face becoming fully visible, proving that they would be granted safe passage beyond; a Magistrate removing their head protection in this type of situation signified that they were consciously aware that they were exposing the most vulnerable point on their body, yet were trusting that the party they were speaking with would not exploit this fact. it was a make shift peace gesture. she held the helm in the crook of her arm. "Proceed to the Citadel," she continued "You will find the Arch Magistrate and Boho in the papal alter at the highest levels of the building." with that said, she stepped aside, moving out of their way, but noticeably keeping her gaze on Gideon, as did all the magistrates within striking range of him...

Ethic damn near dropped the flash light when he caught a glimpse of the walls, having to fumble to keep it from escaping his gasp as he collected himself. whatever the hell had hung these things... had to be a complete monster. he cast the beam of the light around again, confirming that in front of him was nothing but a dead end. This was a trap, it honestly had to be... the facts all pointed to such, a hall way that smells like someone cooking something good... that ends abruptly with a bunch a dead peeps hanging from hooks on the wall... and with his luck, the thing that had hung them there probably wasn't far away... Yeah... Ethic was no expert in trap layouts and the like, but he had a pretty bad feeling about this area. Going forward was obviously out of the question, so that left one option... or did it? "I'm getting the hell out of here," he said, intentionally being loud as he could as he turned around and walked back the way he came, making sure every foot echoed off of the walls. he had already killed a keeper, and so far, none of the things he'd found here had been anywhere near as Dangerous as one of them could be... well, maybe with the exception of the she-wolf from the library. He was sure that what ever hung these things, he'd be able to deal with it... hopefully... alright, maybe. maybe was good, too, right?

Darius's Group (Dobby, Hukuna, Typhlosion, Exlink) "Prove it!!" the first Magistrate who had spoken bellowed. he lifted his blade in his hand, holding it at the ready, prepared to strike down the group if they were lying. Cesealia snapped her fingers and the other magistrates raised their weapons as well, closing in and forming a half-circle around the group. this seemed to be going south very quickly... "A very likely story," she said "it would fit Deputy Boho perfectly to go socializing with random vagabonds. I would let you all through to see him, but I'm afraid I can not trust your words without physical proof. It is nothing personal against the three of you, rest assured of that..." She glared directly at Gideon, her stare far more piercing than it was at the library. "But you see, The Diran man among you has already lied to me several times this night, and I he admitted to having been lying, claiming that he did it in order to aid his committing of a crime. The fact that he is now in your company does nothing but make me suspicios as to whether what you've said is genuine, or whether you all are simply lackies he gathered to help in his criminal actions... though I must ask, if the latter is true, which one of you came up with the backstory? because it's far more believable than the horse-shit he was spouting earlier."