Sutoratosu

Tres, Racist Togekiss, Sky Pillar Interior, Morning She lead him further and further away from the hall, turning and twisting down several corridors until at long last, they stood before a set of heavy oak doors. She beckoned with her wings, a strong gust flowing through the temple and opening the slabs of wood as if they were nothing. "Here it is, Duck. The Grand Library, house of all the records and knowledge within Sky pillar. Father can be found within..." She strode inside without waiting for a response, the interior becoming visible as they passed the slabs... mammoth shelves and countless tables strewn with texts ancient and new alike, the smell of aged parchment and fresh ink filling the air as lamp light spilled across all corners of the room, many a mon bedecked in red and white robes of varying size bustling away stocking materials and penning copies of a myriad of works whom authors were long since dead. The place had a sense of grandness to it... and at the same time, one of oppression as well. Deeper into the space there sat a large, round desk of old mahogany, an elder dragon seated there, tufts of white draping from his chin and brows as he examined documents the nature of which Tres could only guess at. The old Druddigon reheated the small pot of wax by his side with a single fiery breath as he stamped it and moved on to the next, showing no sign of seeing them. The prideful bird made to speak, only to be cut off before a single word was uttered. "Ah, another one come in search of shelter, I see." The drake said, still going about his work with eyes focused on penned text. "Odd, given types such as yourself generally don't need shelter or food, but nevertheless, I'm sure we can find something somewhere from you. And from that expression on your face, I can see you've already had the pleasure of speaking with everyone's favorite Togekiss..." The sarcasm in his voice at that last bit was playful, trivialized even, yet beholden of cutting edge all the same as the Girl scoffed and walked away, leaving Tres to deal with the elder wyrm on his lonesome. "Ah yes... Temperance." He sighed. "Temperance, Temperance, Temperance... I can guess what she might've said to one of your race. I apologize for that... she has a habit of being a bit... harsh in her convictions. Prideful to a fault too, so far removed from the joyful and humble nature her kind is supposed to be known for... guess it can't be helped really, was already like that when I found her, she was... doesn't help that I myself am no togekiss, and the world not exactly being a place that's terribly accommodating for joy and warmth these days." With the last of his documents read, signed, and sealed, he finally put a lid on the still boiling wax and turned his attention to the duck. "But enough of the ramblings of an old man and his failings as a parent. What can I do for you, my boy?" Genis, Folie, Beach, Morning The panda couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's response. "Eh well, it's complicated, kid... but do you know what extortion is? It's when ya use threats, fear and violence to get something out of someone whose too weak to resist or fight back. And this reformed thug here?" He jabbed a tiny thumb in Mac's direction "Macaffey, he is... or rather, was the mega mac daddy of extortion around here. Shop Owners, regular Citizens, folks on hard times, you name them, and he preyed on them... and most of em stayed quiet out of fear of retaliation if they told the guards. But The idiot had the misfortune of hiring us of all people though, to help him find something he's been lustin' after for a good long while-" He reached into the folds of his scarf and produced and Green, Black, and Fuschia stone that shined aggressively in the light, tossing it to Genis as if the valuable gem was nothing but a baseball. "That there, is what's called a Mega Stone. Mons like Mac are capable of doing something called Mega Evolution if they can meet certain requirements, and when they do, it opens the door for a boatload of power... so, I hope you can see why I couldn't let that beast get his hands on that, not in good conscience. And as you probably saw, he wasn't exactly too open to...talking it out, at least not until I had reduced to a crying baby...but he's gonna be good now, ain't that right, Mac?" "Y-yes B-boss..." The rock type still sobbed. "Absolutely, anything you say... just please, no more, never again, never again...." "See? Kid, I'm kinda like an equalizer around these parts. I got alot friends round this town, and I look out for folks, even if I don't know em at that moment. Just because the world has ended and everything, doesn't mean we mons should do the same crap the humans did and let the bullies reign over people..."

Welcome folks, to Pokemon: Discrimination & Mafioso Edition... enjoy your stay.

Septhis, Gates of Sky Pillar, Dawn Bird Christ, another weirdo... well, he seems clean enough...but he's a loon if ever I've seen one... damn acceptance policy, forcing us to let even the crazies in... The Grumpig muttered mentally after probing Sephtis' mind for a few seconds. The Gates opened nearly immediately, though the ghost type found his body seized by telekinetic force and locked in place before he could take a single step. "I'll let you pass," the guard began. "but I ask that you respect the laws of this enclave and the rights of your fellow denizens... for the love of arceus, don't start any trouble around here, things are going to get bad enough with public morale dropping after the General's return...we don't need anyone adding to it with chaos. If you agree to abide by those conditions, you are free to go." Genis, Beach, Morning The wind carried the sounds of discord directly to the boy's ears as he sat in hiding, the snow and rocky outcropping partially obstructing veiw, though he could see enough... 7 figures total, 3 on one side, 4 on another. The trio seemed to be made up of two hulking Pangoros and a much smaller, beige panda, his arms crossed and eyes flickering every so slightly as his scarf fluttered in the wintry wind, the wide brimmed hat atop his head billowing with it. The other 4 meanwhile consisted of an Shiftry, Malamar, Bisharp, seemingly by the snarling Tyranitar baring down upon the small Panda, his body already in a stance suggesting combat was near... "We had a deal, you little shit!" The Large psuedo legend bellowed. "You go back on your word now, and I will end you, and your little muscle mons there too! You get the stone, we pay the Pokets! That was the fucking agreement Folie!" "Yeah, well, I'm afraid the deal has been altered..." The Spinda replied, cool as he could be under duress. "Ya see, Mac, I did some poking around, and uh... some of the shit I heard you guys have done 'round this place, it don't sit too well with me and my boys here, does it? Mars, Ares? "Not one bit, ya scumbags..." one Pangoro replied "You think you're hot shit around the streets, don't ya? Think you can step to this?" said the other. "There ya go, Mac." Folie began again, a crooked little smirk stretching across his mug. "So here's how this is all gonna go down... that payment? You're still gonna hand it over. But I'm keeping this Mega Stone. Oh, and by the way, I expect you all to turn over a new leaf, stop this bullshit acting like gangsters, the thug life didn't chose you. You're strong, all of you, you could be using that strength to help folks, especially now of all times with the other Enclaves dead and gone-" "DID I JUST FUCKING HEAR WHAT I THINK I DID!?" The psuedo again bellowed, the screech loud enough to bring pain to poor Genis's ears. "YOU LITTLE WORTHLESS SHIT, YOU COME TO ME, AND START MAKING DEMANDS ABOUT HOW I RUN THINGS, HOW I RULE THESE DAMN STREETS... YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING IF YOU THINK YOU'RE LEAVING HERE ALIVE FOLIE!!! I TRIED IT THE NICE WAY, BUT SCREW IT, I'LL TAKE THE STONE FROM YOUR LIMP LITTLE CORPSE!!!" "Well, damn," Folie said. He cast a glance to his own men. Despite his words, his grin only grew. "there guys, see, I tried... I really did. But, like we talked about, they just don't see it our way. I didn't wanna have to do this, but... ya guys leave little choice now. If you won't stop-" A hyperbeam illuminated the snow and ice of the beach as he spoke, turning the sand into glass as it arced it's way towards the three of them. Folie was quicker on his feet than he seemed though, leaping up and over the beam just as his eyes took on a scarlet hue, burning bright like a star as his entire body did the same. "I'll Just have to stop you myself!" His tiny fist connected near instantly with the side of the Tyranitars face. Hard, sending the Rock/Dark type reeling back as his fellow gangers rushed to his aid, the Shiftry hurtling a storm of razor sharp leafs at the Assailant as the Bisharp and Malamar both came for him with arms gleaming a deep violet, blades of psycho kinetic force extending from them as they used the barrage as cover. Folie vanished into naught but shade and ash as the attack approached, Mars and Ares coming in with fist burning in Verdant radiance as they side stepped the storm, delivering sharp blows into the mugs of both dark types and sending them flying like ragdolls across the melted sand and glass. They shitry took a low stance as he eyed the bears, preparing to fire another barrage just as the third Panda appeared before him at point blank range, his body's radiance growing ever greatly as he grabbed the fool of a sentient tree and drove his tiny fist through his teeth, sending blood and enamel splattering the earth as he tossed the screeching mandrake aside, only for Mars to deliver his own harrowing blow and sending the thug flying as well. All that remained was Mac. Rubbing his cheek, spitting out the blood and fangs Folie had drawn with his blow. There was fear in his eyes as the bear many times smaller than him looked on expectantly, that same grin plastered on his face as he stalked closer... Mars and Ares waiting behind. But that fear turned into rage as he glanced at his fallen comrades; their blood staining the sand a deep scarlet. With a mighty stomp, he rent the earth before him in twain, sending massive pillars of stone erupting towards the heavens right beneath Folie as he approached... only for the Panda to let the pillars carry him high into the air, somersaulting as he unleashed the full brunt of his gained power as his ability pumped ever more energy into his assault, one that should've exhausted most assailants by now, but not him, never him. Mac readied his fist, cloaking it in condensed moisture and freezing it with cryogenic force as he rushed forward, a war cry fit for only an apex predator escaping his massive maw as he charged forward like a freight train. They collided with a resounding crack of a sonic boom, forcing back Mars and Ares as the two locked forces, Folies aura only burning hotter as he pressed ever onward, Mac quickly losing ground as he attempted a barrage of more of the freezing fists, Folie meeting all of them with his furious mits, faster, faster, harder, deadlier, driving the rock type closer towards the shore line with every passing moment... until at long last, he sprang himself forward with the momentum of a miniature meteorite, blood and green armor plating showering him and the sands as he slammed his forehead directly with the Gangster's in between blows... sending him reeling back, stunned as crimson trickled down his face and his feet entered the shallows, only for him to collapse to his knees in the waters. Laughter. That was all that filled the air now, Folie's laughter as he prepared for one last blow... "There guys, see, I tried... I really did" He repeated, still chuckling maniacally... "Eh, boss, don't ya think it's over now?" Ares couldn't help but chime in "Yeah boss, if ya kill him, we'll have a lot to explain to the guards..." "Killing him would be a favor to everyone who lives around here!" Folie retorted, still prepared to do what must be done. "You guys saw it, we gave him a chance for peace, he didn't want to take it! He brought the reckoning on himself!" "Boss, what are you gonna tell Titania you did today, when you get home?" "Yeah boss, are you gonna tell her and the kids you murdered someone as they lay defeated and bloodied?" "That the message you really wanna send to the little ones?" "That the conversation you really wanna have with the missus?" "...Fucking hell... fine. The Scum Bag lives, for now." Folie dropped his stance, the aura fading into thin air as he glared at the Rock Type. "But listen to me, Mac. That shit I said, paying us, turning over a new leaf, you're gonna do it, M'kay? You work for ME now, you don't own the streets, you don't own your gang, you fucking work, for ME now. Got it?" The T-tar only whimpered... Folie's fist ignited scarlet. "I said, GOT IT!?" "Y-yes Folie" "What did you call me?" "Y-yes boss, yes boss, yes boss! Anything you say, we'll stop the ganger activity, we'll be good... We're yours, we're yours!" "Good. Don't forget, because next time, mercy won't be an option. Not for you, not them... not for anyone." With that, he turned and walked away as the Tyranitar collapsed in the water, sobbing as his blood tainted the waves red and his ruined armor floated about him. Folie's gaze went almost immediately to the tall rock formation in the distance. "Hey, kid! How long you intend to stay hidden like that? You're not very good ya know, I picked up your scent a mile away." He gestured towards the weeping new recruit. "You enjoy the show though? This is what happens when ya treat people bad, justice comes out of nowhere and whips your ass into shape!" Tres, Sky Pillar Interior, Morning "Hmph..." She scoffed, still staring with those piercing orbs. "It is nothing against your kind, persay... but rather with the concept by which you came to exist. Surely you must understand, as a mon of God, I cannot condone the arrogance of man. He attempted to play god too many times to count, you and others like you such as the false angel are just the prime physical manifestations of this arrogance. Forgive me, but it is your fate that I must regard you this way. You are, by your very birth, an example of the force which ultimately led to the destruction of this world... avarice, pride, envy... you carry no sins of your own, but of your creators? Too many to count. Too many to expunge." As if that whole conversation was over, she turned and walked away, wings tucked behind her back, not before calling over her shoulder though "Well, what are you waiting for, Duck? Come, we've things to get arranged, you've sullied this place with your presence long enough... I don't intend to allow it to persist any longer than it absolutely must."

Pssssssst... Exlink, there's actually more than two people there and involved in it... the voices he heard were just the ones doing most of the talking.

Tres, Sky Pillar Interior, Early Morning "Hmmm... impressive... well, not really." She remarked. "Perhaps if you had to recall all that from an organic memory, but computers have it so easy when everything can be stored in 1s and 0s and 2s... regardless, you have most of it right, as far as a human would be concerned. But oh, humans, those poor poor fools, ever so arrogant even in death. Always writing themselves into history where they have no right to be. Did you know that the original version of this mentioned nothing of those Hairless Infernapes getting involved? Long ago, just after the end of the Arcadia and the dawn of man, down from the heavens descended the scourge of the stars... Deoxys may be the name the humans gave it long after the fact, but since the very beginning, it was known as Star Rider. Star Rider came to earth atop a massive mount of flame of stone, a beast of hellfire great enough to destroy all caught in it's wake, Humans, Pokemon, Plants, Everything, leaving the Sky Lord little choice but to act in defense of the world. Upon the decimation of his mighty steed by the Sky Lord's power, out emerged the scourge, and enraged, he did battle with the Sky Lord for days, high above the earth as man and mon alike watched in awe." She finally turned her eyes away from the mural, looking directly at Tres with eyes that seemed capable of piercing solid stone. "It is unknown where the scourge came from, how he came to be, or why he wished death upon the world... but in the end, it mattered not; the Sky Lord stood victorious over all 4 forms of Star Rider, and in one final blast of his great flame, reduced it to naught but shadow and ire, dooming the Star Rider to forever fade from the cosmos, turned to ashes and dust. The humans did nothing to help, they were powerless as the sky lord saved them all from extinction... it was only years and years after that some king, seeking to assert his people as divine in lineage, crafted the version of them using the power of their hearts to allow the Sky Lord to regain his lost power, and such it has been ever since. A lie perpetuated throughout the generations of the Draconids... only to come true in it's own way thousands of years after the fact... but that's is another matter entirely, one you should ask the Champion Stratos if you want to hear of. Tell me though, duck, why have you tread so deep into this place, violating hallowed grounds with your unnatural presence? Surely you can't have just been struck with a sudden case of wonderlust..." Arthur, Rocky Shores, Morning "Hm?" He looked lost for a minute, before noticing the tugging line "Oh, no laddy, this be nothing," Without another word, his entire form glowed a deep scarlet as he yanked upon the rod with everything he had with as much ease as one would sling a sack of potatoes to the floor, sending the hooked Gyarados on the other end soaring through the air and landing upon the rocky shore with a mighty splash that threatened to soak him and Arthur both all over again. The old mon slung the rod over his shoulder with a satisfied grin at his catch. "Aye, see laddy? Nothing, old Gilgamesh here is a big pushover when you use the right bait." "Aye, jack you dirty cheater you mixed in those damn roots again didn't ya!" The Sea Dragon roared, picking himself up from the barren shore... surprisingly without the enraged hellfire and endless rampaging many had come to expect from one of his race. "I thought ya said 'never again'!" "Eh, Gilga, it was just for old times sakes, don't yer panties in a bunch now. Besides, brings back memories of Fisher and how he caught ya, now don't it?" "Heh, memories? I'll tell you about what brings back memories, how about that time when Moma tried to..." The two continued at length for a while. It seemed as though they had completely forgot about Arthur as they sat there going over the past, constantly one upping each other with recollection of crazed events and harebrained schemes... one way or another though, it was quite obvious the two were well acquainted... and that whatever madness the fishing rod had been about was not an isolated occurrence...

((BTW, it would help keep track if everyone were to include the PC names, location, and time at the beginning of their posts...)) Tres, Sky Pillar Interior, Early Morning The duck's wondering eventually led him into the lower reaches of the temple, passing by guardsmen and scholars who eyed him in passing but spared little time to stay and chat. The early morning sun had long since faded behind him as he ventured further towards the Tower's center, the mammoth columns of it's exterior replaced by muraled walls and alcoves, many of which flaking with as much age as the structure itself. Eventually he found himself in corridor narrower than most he had encountered, lined with a myriad of runes and sigils from floor to ceiling- the pictographics accompanying them suggesting they outlined the tale of the Sky Lord and the Meteor oh so long ago when the world was still young. One side presented the mighty elder wyrm blasting a great mass of fire and stone out of the heavens with the Fire of the Gods, the other presenting the constructs destruction and the emergence of a strange being of scarlet and teal from within... The greatest thing of note though perhaps, was the only other being standing there with him. A young Togetic sat on her haunches, gazing up at the mural which despite the fate of others, had seemed to have defied the wears of time in nigh perfect condition. Her eyes remained on the old tale even as she sensed the duck's approach. "You really shouldn't be in this place, you know," She began, her tone suggesting she couldn't be bothered to remove him though "Artificial Life and Sacred Grounds of the Lord have seldom mixed well in the past... but, well... you're here now either way, I suppose. Tell me, duck, have you ever heard the legend of the Sky Lord and the Star Rider before?" Genis, "Home of Genis", Morning The boy's attempt to hang onto the fleeting joy he felt bloom within his heart was cut short by the sound of shouting from the beach. It was being carried by the wind, but it still sounded close even without it being broadcast on the currents; a gruff voice arguing something and a far calmer one retorting with an odd steadiness... The question was though, would Genis be willing to leave his warm bed of leaves to investigate. He was an Ice Type afterall, many would've chosen to say 'bollocks' to leaving the warmth of their home and going out into the bitter cold to look into something that didn't involve them... but snow and chill were the life blood of his kind. Leaving wouldn't affect his comfort level, even if he were to try to pile more leaves atop himself and snuggle in deeper... Arthur, Rocky Shores, Morning As he dripped his cloths dry, a cheerful whistle caught his ears on the wind as the snow continued to fall. None too far in the distance perched a Quagsire with tufts of white fluff erupting from where his ears would've been, swaying to and fro as he let the weather beaten length of wood and twine in his hand dangle into the chilly waters below. It was a bit odd, really... seeing a water type using of all things, an old fishing rod... let alone the fact that despite his kind typically being hairless, he had sprouted himself a rather thick set of locks on those ears holes The old mon's whistle was only broken by his detection of Arthur nearby, giving a wave and wide smile to the boy as the line pulled harder and harder in his grasp, obviously hooked on something "Aye, top of the morning to ya, laddy! Wonderful weather we're having today, ain't it?" He seemed to be part ice type as well, given the remark... Most would not qualify freezing temperatures with decent snowfall covering the earth as "Wonderful" otherwise. Gan Mac, Poppy and Sansa, Great Plaza, Morning The wounded had been gathered in the Great Plaza before the Temple, as Gan had found for himself. He had arrived to the bustle of healers of various species rushing about, the pink glow and yellow streaks of Heal Pulses and Wishes and Softboileds being fired off as those yet to be tended were shuffled forward. In his examination of the scene however, he hardly had time to notice before a young Chikorita dashed right into him within the crowd, unable to have seen him there with so many taller beings about the place obstructing her view... It seemed she too was among those healers who had turned out for the return of the former war hero. Sansa meanwhile, was free to witness the bustle of orderly chaos from her high perch, the eyes of a hawk easily picking up the interactions of all below... even the grass type colliding headlong into the psychic fox-man on the outskirts...

Revenant vs Strider "What the hell?" He muttered as he launched himself to another island, his timing off and making the maneuver far more poorly than he should've. He had been expecting a boost in speed, but not this much, and certainly not in firepower... had he been wrong? Where did this increase come from, she had dropped the shield, it should've restored her parameters to normal, not upped them... unless... It dawned on him."she can make the trick go both ways... Defense and Offense..." "Solomon!" Asmo's voice caught him off guard, noticing yet another volley of green streaked lead hurtling towards them before the AI seized the fields and erected the defenses... a warning screen flashed across the man's vision as the mech sent the feedback through his neural network. They had still been hit, a few grazing shots that hadn't been entirely halted by the repulsion, but hit nonetheless. Nothing terribly serious compared to what they could've been, thanks to Asmo's quick reaction where he had failed. But that flashing beacon of scarlet alone was enough to bring him back to the battlefield. "Sully!" More shots were incoming as she circled. Solomon's eyes gleamed in the darkness of his helm, narrowing at the readings as Asmo did his best to fight off more and more, managing to at least divert the trajectory of most, but not all. More and more damage reports came in as the grazes kept making landfall "Damn it, what are you doing you fool!? This is no time to check out!" "They're nowhere near their full potential..." He muttered... "Or course they fucking aren't, you fool! you blanked into space and I had to make do with the output levels as they were, or would you rather have been riddled with holes as I sat by and did nothing as well?" "Sorry about that... enough fucking around." All he had to do was give the impulse, and within the same instant, the power of the repulsion shield jumped considerably as he held out a hand before the encroaching hail, the very bullets Asmo had been struggling to deal with at lower settings now shifting themselves like stampeding beasts avoiding an obstacle in their charge. He locked every sensor arrayed throughout his hud on Strider, flooding his vision with various reports; muzzle velocity, flight speed, distance... "I assumed too much... but I'm not gonna let her keep up the pressure. She may be able to switch them back and forth, but can she go from offense to defense fast enough to save her from us?" "Stop asking me and fucking act!" The AI had a valid point. So he did just that...it was time to lay down the law "Tesla's Revenge." In the blink of an eye, their little neural conversation ended as a flood of crimson washed over Revenant's features, it's regular scarlet accenting and visor burning bright as a star, countless circles of red blooming to life all throughout it's exoskeleton and practically transforming what had once been a dark knight to a blood one. The very image of the mech and surrounding rock and stone itself began to distort as the magnetic fields surrounding it leapt to a fever pitch as their full potential was unleashed, the very waves of the visible light spectrum falling prey to their influence as haphazard static began to snap and streak throughout the air while they churned. Revenant's feet began to pick up off the ground further with each passing moment with their power. Ragnarok became little more than a pulsating length of scarlet lightning at his side, giving a shrill ring as he raised her to the ready and turned his full attention to the girl once more. Without a single word, he moved like a wraith, shooting through the air in a blur of scarlet and audible crack of thunder as he closed the distance towards his opponent, ignoring the bullets coming his way as mere annoyances as the fields sent them flying off into crazed paths before they even got close. She may have been able to boost her firepower with her little trick... but metal was still metal at the end of the day. It mattered not how fast it traveled, how much force it had... he held nothing back as it came his way, the blade cradled in his palms carving through the tropical air like a bolt from the blue, propelled with every once of physical force he could muster, the spheres aiding it with their glorious amplification and igniting the very air with red hot friction as it streaked closer in a barely traceable line of waiting destruction, aiming to slice through the generator he still eyed on his opponent's back, rage rising within him with every passing moment. He had no signature. No Coup De Grace, no big finisher. But he had this, he had his creations, and he had their unbridled energy. And while he couldn't rely on them at their fullest for long before they would inevitably have to drop back to their lowest settings to recover, weakened and drained with their exertion, he was going to make the absolute most of it, here and now... he had to. Because either way, this was going to end soon... be it by his own equipment becoming too feeble to fight back, fodder just waiting to be picked apart as he struggles against the tide of fare, or by this girl's destruction at his hands... She had shot a Railgun at him... But that wasn't even the worse of the offense, hadn't even qualified as one, with how he had given just desserts... but then... she actually managed to hit him with the very material that he earned his very place from manipulating and exploiting... it was unthinkable, the mockery. He was the best damn mechanic in all of pride (as far as he was concerned), had created an artificial life form so robust it sometimes even made he himself wonder if it even had a soul, had crafted the countless constructs lining his suit and powering his vicious onslaught now with his bare hands and risen to be among the top with it, defeated foes many said he should've be decimated by, taken the various metric tons of shit spoken by countless asses over the years and tossed it right back into their faces... finally defeated the one woman who alone had served as the greatest competition in all things in life to him for literally as long as he could recall... and this girl here, this underage, meek as a mouse, not-even-legal child, was going to dare mar his pride in this way, marring his armor with of all things, as base and unworthy a metal as lead, after all he had done, all he had overcame to get here? Such an offense deserved only the greatest and most ferocious of responses. The very type of response he sought as he unleashed the beast he had spent so long restraining... and a maddened cry of utter bloodlust sounded over the Comm Channels. And robust though his artificial life was, Asmodeus could only sigh as he took his rightful place at the defenses, monitoring the same scans and sensors his master had abandoned in his outrage. "Here we go again... Well, I did say to do something, and... this is definitely something. I should probably get used to it, not like it's going to be the last time we have to break it out around here..."

Well, you know what they say after all: Come with a plan, or leave in defeat... And I for one always come with a plan...even when it seems I don't have one.

yes... though soon I will begin throwing a few things into the mix to get certain characters introduced.

Revenant vs Strider "I'm not picking up anything..." "She's down there, definitely... Looks like that field makes her a bit better anchored too. At that output level, the pulse should've sent her into the water alot more violently than it did. But it probably impedes movement too, if that's really the case and it does anchor...she didn't even try to get out of the way like with the slice." "Then she may not be able to get back up.... unless of course, she happens to drop the field" "Eh, I don't know, buddy. That field came on kinda quick earlier like she had the scramble to get it up in time, might be too scared to drop it... though, she doesn't really know we have the materials to do that same trick again even without her providing her own ammo, so...who knows." "Wait, sully, somethings picking up again, moving upward from the bottom, same place she was in-" "Does it look it propulsion of any kind?" "No, no, this is too slow, especially compared to how quickly she was able to thrust herself back earlier. At the current rate of ascent, I think she might be... climbing?" "Climbing, eh? Interesting. we seem to be not too far off... and we're learning more and more by the minute... why don't we complicate things abit, make the pacing our own?" The shoulder panel opened as an armored hand reached for it, the metal sphere lurking just beyond leaping into Sully's palm like a hound eagerly greeting his master's homecoming. His visor again flashed red as he aimed his arm towards the Island in question, seeing for himself the readings on the scan as the woman continued to work her way back topside. A smirk crept across his face just as he saw how slow the ascent truly was. She was obviously not completely immobile with this Green Field of hers, but she was still easily a sitting duck... but he already knew what the outcome of aiming for her would be, she'd just sponge it like before. He adjusted the planned trajectory, poising it just a couple meters above her on the pillar's submerged face. The Tesla Spheres whirled with their might at the same moment as he fired the ball with similar force to the one before, watching it streak across the field. He opened the comm channels for the briefest of moments as he did so, a single, cryptic phrase uttering from his mouth before the feed cut and all returned to radio silence. "Denied." The round hit barely a fraction of a second later, sending the rocky formation a few feet above Strider shattering into a thick cloud of dust and shards as a small shockwave resounded with the impact. From the surface, all Solomon had witnessed was a massive explosion of water and stone stratenal, waves radiating outwards from the site as the rocky outcropping immediately sank to the depths, ruined, destined to never return to the surface... just as he was confident his opponent was... unless she wanted to drop the little Green Screen trick of hers. He had figured it out by now. That truly had to her ability, no other explanation. She could set that thing up to tank a few hits at the cost of mobility, as the estimated damage calc and slow rate of rising on his sensors earlier had attested to, and if she was even a little bit versed in basic strategy, she probably had someway to retaliate and counter attack as well in that state... she had thus far displayed weaponry in the form of Machine Guns, a Railgun, and some type of fist armaments when she readied her dukes... but yet the massive cannon atop her shoulder had yet to be used. It obviously was not the main armament of the mech...no, it's use had to be something special, something to be saved for the right moment, there was no sense to it otherwise; why would she hold out on unleashing her full fire power from the get-go, not attempt to pin him down with a hail of shots like so many other opponents of her build typically liked to try? That Cannon... was likely bad news just waiting to be delivered, the very moment whatever type of criteria she needed to fire it was met. Criteria he could've guessed, from the his theorizing thus far, would probably involve tanking more and more of his attacks... And he wasn't all that eager to be delivered worse news than that around a fifth of the population of this circle was nudist, including some very old, very saggy and very wrinkled citizens... Hence, this was his ultimatum, unspoken though it may have been. She could either rot on the sea floor, with her little defensive shielding up... or she could come back up here with it off and face him like a proper warrior. The choice was hers in the end, but either way, he wasn't going to go in like this, not right now... this whole scenario reeked of Attack Baiting all around.

Revenant vs Strider "Gotcha..." Sully muttered beneath his breath as he watched a green field flare to life around his opponent shortly before the bolt made impact. From the fact that she wasn't a pile of twisted and torn scrap metal littering the sea right now, the thing was a serious buff to her defenses, though there was still something wrong with the analysis... this thing had to be her ability, no way a field generated by any other means would've been able to sponge the damage like he had detected. It was cute though, the whole putting up her fists thing... as if she expected to outmatch him at his own game yet again. But there was something he had noticed as she had slid back as well... a subtle little splash, easy enough to miss if your eyes hadn't been glued to the action "Should we go in?" "No...no, Asmo. Normally, yes, but look at her feet..." "Oh...how unfortunate." "Let's see how well she swims buddy!" in the same instance of the thought being exchanged, Sully leapt into action, dashing forward across the isles as if closing in for more carnage, feeling Revenant again surge in the back of his mind before giving a silent cry of outrage as the man instead leapt upward, the Tesla Fields again surrounding him as he preformed a single flip just before the apex, arcing down as if he were intent on landing on the woman... before blasting the prepared repulsion field with everything he had, sending a blast of raw, magnetic force diving down towards strider in an attempt to topple her from afar, letting the sudden change in force push him into the opposite direction with another flip, keeping all eyes fixed on the opposing mech as he descended, hurtling back towards the very isle he had returned the rail shot from to begin with... "Got anything else in that bag of tricks besides the field? You may have been able to soak up that shot, but you probably can't stop raw magnetic force from pushing you around... Ya don stepped to the wrong brotha today, kid..."

Alright, I've gotten the edits in place... fixed up the communication error in the mobility and clarified a bit with the Tempest.

Hmm... well, like I said, outside of the mech he's not really that able to run at all... and honestly I see him using the Levitation and propulsion, alot more than actually booking it on foot and running around like Sully tends to... so in hind sight, running speed probably isn't something that's wise to focus heavily on for him... hmmmm... so with the Propulsion and Levitation, that's like 3 points right, if we're equating the former to Victoria's rockets? I think I'll probably keep the distribution the same but omit the running part and focus more on aerial movement. Honestly makes more sense to do it that way now that I think about it

The mobility is written under the concept of "Having the wind to one's back" as they run... more or less, the tempest helps to keep him stable and moving forward and such; the wind is basically pushing him and helping him maneuver, a sensation which he would never have been able to feel otherwise because outside of the mech, he can't really run... The levitation and propulsion meanwhile is basically the idea that he is forcing the wind beneath/behind him to stay aloft and move. I stopped the Speed investment at 3 points because I was using your speed rating and explanation of Victoria as a main reference for how fast an earlyish mech of this time period and advancement level would be able to move on average. If you feel it's too low, I can shift a point away from armor and into it since his Base Armor-Speed ratio is supposed to be more along the lines of solomon's; it's relatively low compared to the speed, but is somewhat helped through the aid of their mechs respective special abilities. It's just been a bit harder to get the balance quite right without as many stat points to allocate to numerically illustrate it. as for limitations, I more meant that the winds would slow down attacks/knock them off their original courses, rather than straight stop them in their tracks like Solomon's Tesla Field can to a Metallic Round... sorry about that, I could've worded that section a bit better >.<... I've been working on the kid since we got back from the hospital last night and kinda wanted to get her done though. The Basic idea is that Tranquil Tempest can impede an assualt enough to make it at least survivable or deal less damage than it would've without some type of buffering force in between him and the opponent. Stuff like typical arrows and such I imagine it probably could stop or send way off course, but lead/metal and such heavier ballistics/ Heavy Physical Attacks would only have the impact force mitigated or sent slightly off unless he dedicated a far more focused and direct effort against them (basically to the point of straight up launching an attack at another attack, using offense to defend against offense) and obviously there wouldn't be much use at all against shit like say... a bolt of Lightning/EM Slice from Solomon or a Laser Shot, anything that isn't really physically ballistic persay and more based upon energy