Sutoratosu

sorry to double post, but @ IntSys, you mind actually specifying which weapon you're using in that last post, because as it is right now it's pretty vague given you've got two different types. And going off of that point, trying to also add a bit more detail on what the blasts are constituted of and what type of damage they would theoretically do on impact wouldn't be too bad an idea either.

They have a point. I myself didn't really notice it very much it since we've already spent so long here that I just been trying to hurry things up so we can wrap up and move to the next chapter... but now that I go back and look at it. Kenny. Don't forget what we talked about earlier. Really. Don't. I forced my hand earlier for a reason. I've let it slide since up until right now, I just was too busy to pay attention. But uh, now that I am... if Jack does not give any orders to his team, they will fall against hog. The same as everyone else's partners would fall against him if their trainer just stood around off screen doing nothing.

Revenant, Arena vs. Supernova The wolfish smirk already stretching ear to ear on Sully's face only grew when the gates started to raise, those amber eyes burning like embers with raw anticipation. This was it... he was finally gonna get to carve something up. And he was going to revel in it as much as he could. He closed his eyes, and spoke the one, simple name that would end it all. "Asmodeus!" Within less than even a second, the AIs presence resonated in his mind as the armor of night surrounded him, molded itself to his mortal coil as one by one the dozens of spheres docked within began their silent electrical hum. He felt the sudden, compulsive jolt in the back of his neck as the searching prongs snacked their way into the neural interface, a small, watertight plaque of metal sitting at the base of his skull behind his dreadlocks. The HUD lit up pure crimson against the black of his eyelids, value after countless value flying across the screen as the internal sensors roared to life, sampling the air's chemistry and deeming it safe enough to breath without filtration, examining the ambient temperature, noise level, lighting, everything, all of it adjusting itself automatically as both man and artificial life form monitored from aback. Finally, the values stabilized as the analysis ended. Sully opened his eyes. Despite the dark helm and bloodred visor over his face, he could see full range around himself, completely unobstructed. The HUD was like a virtual overlay of his own normal vision, various dots with analysis notes popping up here and there as he took in his surroundings one last time. "Well, Solomon, here we are. I trust you have a plan..." Said Asmodeus. His graveled, gruff voice sounded grim. But then again, he always sounded grim, even when he gave good news. "Or is it just going to be the standard 'Run in, shut them down, kill them with a thousand strokes' business...?" "Eh, if it ain't broke, no need to fix it." Sully replied. "But nah... this time around, I think I wanna make things a bit more interesting. The victim is runnin' a SMD build... I don't think we'll have to be so gung ho about securing the killstrike. We'll start small and light at first, do a short little tango so I can see abit of what he can do. Then, we'll finish it." "Feeling abit bold, are we then? Fine. Just don't give him the luxury of-" "Hey, Asmo, who built who in this relationship? I know my shit, definitely don't need the lecture. Since when have we ever given anyone the time to set up?" "Are you sure? Sometimes I honestly have trouble believing you're not still the bright eyed fifthteen year old who brought me online..." "Look, you've got my back, don't you?" Asmo could sense the annoyance, in the impulses of the man's thoughts, rather than his words. "Cause having my back doesn't require all this lip." "Yes, yes, everything's running perfectly. Feedback is set to painless, The spheres are all operating smoothly, Internal Gyroscopes are fine, the EM Field is up and running perfectly, and Ragnarok is vibrating at standard frequency-" "Good. let's do this." Without another word, Solomon...no, Revenant strode forward onto the battle field, visor still burning with it's eerily peircing light as he fixed eyes on his already present opponent. He stood there, in silence, watching... waiting... analyzing. Then with a single, armored hand reached up behind his back and laid hands on his blade, a hissing sounding from it's sheaths as the safety locks disengaged one by one, and the entire top half of the metallic compartment slid open to freedom. The ring of metal on metal resounded throughout the stadium as he drew it... slowly... oh so slowly, foot after foot of pure crimson, straight edged alloy. His baby, his pride and joy, she hung there in the air over him. Then in one, single motion to fast to even track via naked eye, his wrist spun, arm flexed and extended, and she came slicing down through the air like death incarnate. The minuscule, decapitated heads of hundreds of blades of grass rested on her polished flat when the stroke was finished. Revenant presented the blade outwards, obviously showing it to the other fighter... before setting the severed plant matter to the wind with a flick of the weapon, letting her fall to his side. He raised his free arm, palm to the sky. And he flexed those black, slender fingers in towards himself in a gesture that said it all. Come at him, if you dared.

Hog's ears perked up at the sound of flames. But he did not take his focus off his target, simply gave a little duck and bobbed around the gout of flame as it passed by. Just like the magnificent ninja bastard he had proven himself to be earlier when Loam and Titan had attempted to take him on. The haymaker was still coming right for the Rock type... the ember had done nothing at all. The others had better come and finish this quick... even with his eviolite-boosted, stone cold defenses, not even Titan would last very long against an extended onslaught from the boss. Hog had speed, he had reflexes, and he had the raw power and training to back it all up... and he was close. Far too close for comfort; chances were none of the others would be able to get there in time to stop the attack or successfully intervene though, as utterly focused as Hog was that much was clear now thanks to Apollo's attempt... Titan's best bet would probably be to hunker down with everything he has in that condensed little body of his and try to take his lickings like a man... And pray to Arceus that the others stop taking their sweet ass time and get over here to help overwhelm the giant Merekat... because it was fastly becoming obvious that banding together everything they all had in them against the Watchog was the only way they could possibly win this. They had strength in numbers... it may damn well be their saving grace, right here, and right now.

Lexi... go eat already XD but yeah, it's cool to make mistakes every now and again, everyone does it, hell, even I occasionally slip up. It only becomes an actual issue when one refuses to accept the fact they messed up and/or continues repeating the same mistake again and again with no attempt to learn from it.

Eh, it's no biggie really. We all start somewhere, afterall.

It honestly doesn't matter in the end, since Sully would've probably said the equivalent of Bring It anyway. But yeah... like Murdoc already addressed, might want to do a bit more on fleshing out that post (Unless it's something like an ongoing conversation between two characters where you don't really have much else to say in response, one liner RP posts generally come off with an air of laziness and lack of effort. Plus as Lexi hit on, the lack of detail makes it harder for other players and the host to respond) And uh... yeah, kindly waiting for me to actually have the chance to get onto to the field before you start going Rambo would be appreciated too, TY.

Makoto made way to the storage room's door with little hesitation upon noticing it, as much as xe just wanted to get this mess over with and get paid, xe still had to admit that it might be useful to at least take a brief glimpse of what the Engineers might be packing. Who knows, something seemingly irrelevant now may well have good use later. It certainly wouldn't be the first it happened for xem... Xe tried to handle, just like the last door, it wouldn't be all that surprising if it were locked, honestly. Not that that would stop him if it was though...

I have my plans for the remaining two. This thing has gone on long enough. It's time to face Hog.

Hog scowled at Brendan without answer. No, he had not wanted this fight. Infact, he hadn't actually wanted a fight in a very long time. What he had wanted was peace, security. But their predators and their enemies cared nothing for peace or security; they cared nothing that hog didn't want to fight, only about what he and his folk had, and what they could take from them. No, Hog didn't want this fight. But just like the predators, these Humans had given him no choice in the matter. He had already entertained an attempt at negotiations, look how well that turned out; the humans were too damn stubborn and fixed on solving their own immediate problems. Attempts were made, attempts were shattered. It was too late for this mere child to stop what they had set in motion. The Watchhog may not have wanted things to go to blows, but he wanted the alternative of just sitting back, letting the humans take the damn food and watching his people starve even less, and If engaging in open combat was the only avenue he had to prevent it, then so be it... he would do he what he must. Just like he had done what he must so many times before. The movement was subtle at first. So subtle not even his own underling noticed it until Hog was lunching forward like bottled lightning, body surging with hues of pure gold. With all the same speed and grace as he had exhibited before, He closed the ground between himself and Titan in an instant, fist lashing out in an expertly thrown punch aimed right for the Rock type's auditory orifice. He cared not how long or hard he had to fight, how many of them he had to beat into utter submission before they finally get the point and leave them be. One way or another, he was going to end this mess. He was getting too old for this shit, too damn tired of dealing with the same things day in and day out, and his patience was finally reaching it's end. Loam meanwhile, failed to make it in time to do anything about the situation unfolding. Luckily enough though, it seemed Gomez had managed to save himself... well, sort of. Okay, just barely. But either way, the flaming monkey sailed right past her and kept going as she watched, the raw heat enough to make even a water type like herself cringe and back away from the exposure... just to imagine, if she had actually succeeded in her plight of foolish heroics, even with her resistance, the damage still would've probably taken her out as sure as the sun doth rises. Perhaps the adventurers should all sit down and take a nice, hard look at certain decisions made here today... Arceus knows what might happen in the future, if one goes boosting certain moves base power willy-nilly when friends are in the fray... or if foolish acts of heroism manage to make it through. The rat didn't see what hit him as Leonidas hit him like a literal dump truck, enough force behind him to give even an enraged darmanitan hopped up on crack a run for it's money. The rainbow sparkles trailing off his form and electrifying the very air itself would've put even the infamous Nyan cat itself to shame with it's brilliance. The unwitting victim was thrown several meters by the charge, landing right into one of the very bushes which he had slammed Meena into not that long ago. Meanwhile, as the fighting raged down and Hog himself engaged the rock type, the last two rodents standing congregated away from the action, seeming to discuss something in detail as they watched their lord unleash his raw fury...

He knew it was coming. He felt the creepers on his legs. He felt the Fires growing even hotter as that little wretch of a mouse danced on the periphery. He felt the strength draining, the aura fading as he put what little he had into repelling the twin fronts. But still he kept that smile. These little bastards here would defeat him, but they wouldn't beat boss. There was no way in hell they would. He'd clobber them all, and he'd do it like it was nothing. But that was a matter for later. And this, was right now. And right now... though he may go down in defeat, he would certainly not do so without some form of retribution. And it would be as easy as... Apollo's charge was still met by the golden aura, though it faltered a bit, here and there, as the monkey put more force, more momentum behind it thanks to Rascal's Helping Hands. The captain put up a good fight, he did. Held the line best he could. Even as those flames grew hotter and surged even faster and wilder, he kept the defiant grin of his plastered on. And then, just when it seemed that he would fall, just when Apollo put the peak of his determination and strength into his assault... Captain Bingo broke off his defense and in the same, split second motion spun away, and flung himself off to the side, eyes dimming with exhaustion as soon as he hit the ground. It should've been a happy thing. Should've been a moment to rejoice. They'd taken down a big enemy. But there would be no partying just yet. Because the moment bingo fell, it meant one thing, and one thing alone: There was nothing left to hold back the raw speed and force of Apollo now. The flame wheel, alive in multicolored energy, scorched the very ground itself as it rolled forward in a mere blur as it went past Bingo and seared right through the leafy bindings on his legs, covering ground like a freight train in the same direction it had always been, just this time without any Patrat Officers to stop it. And over the course of things, from the quick attack to being knocked back by the shockwave, to launching the absorb vines... Gomez the treecko had unwittingly found himself behind where Bingo had once stood. Right in the path... of Apollo's amplified, rainbow burning wheel of fiery destruction and chaos. A wheel moving so fast, so hard thanks to the 2 helping hands it had received, it was barely even traceable as it stormed towards him. The lizard could feel the fires as it got closer. Could hear the roaring din of flames, his natural anti-thesis... But though he could hear it, though he could see it, actually trying to get the hell out of the way would've been a far harder task. There was too much behind it... it was already far too close for comfort. Trying to dive, trying to run, leap out of the way... that wouldn't work here, at least not without still getting seriously hit on at least some part of his body. Quick Attack may have been fast enough... but even then, the serious threat of a devastating graze from those flames was still imminent. Perhaps some quick thinking with Vine Whip might've been able to accomplish the same, but again... it was coming too fast. There was still no guarantee the action would make it in time... Either way one cut it, Apollo's flaming wheel was coming for him. The damage, would doubtless be terrible, given how much extra oomph the young trainers had put behind it in their attempt to overpower the captain, not even accounting the natural weakness... that same oomph making it so difficult for Apollo to just stop on a dime or change direction without some serious distance to slow down and decelerate before hand, distance, they certainly did not have. This, was why the Captain had been smiling. Though he knew himself outnumbered and outgunned, he had still had a plan... he was going to make sure one of them went down right along with him. Meena's foe only fought harder when the cat tried to ground him, flailing even more and more, just as he had been the entire time. Except that now, right now? He reached into one of those brambles and from it's leafy depths pulled a fallen gnarled, barbed stick as if he had just pulled the sword Excalibur from the stone, swinging over his shoulder with every inch of his might as he repeatedly batted the other normal type with it, shouting various obscenities in frantic chattering indiscernible to human ears. Again, it probably would've been a nice bit of Slap-stick for anyone but the ones actually engaged in the little struggle. One blow in particular managed to catch her differently than the others had. Before she knew it, she was swatted away and landed in the dirt, the rat grasping at the bleeding puncture wounds on his shoulder and lower neck as he glared at her. Then he started to come closer, and closer, still hoisting the fallen bramble branch in one hand. He was so focused on Meena though, that he paid no mind to Leonidas off to the side, charging up his attack all the while... with a wide opening to just come in there and charge him down like an enraged tauros. Loam's attack landed solidly right with the rat's stomach as he rose to his feet. Small and light as she was though, it didn't do nearly the same amount of damage Titan's grade A headbutting from earlier had. There was an exhale of breath, the registration of pain, but the rat stayed on his feet. Didn't even slide back that much... Until, until, until, until...The champion headbutter Titan himself came charging into the freight yet again not even a moment later to aid the mud fish, throwing every bit of weight and power he had behind him as he slammed into normal type, again face first, and sent the rat bastard sprawling to the dust laden ground yet again... this time his eyes slowly fading as pain and fatigue finally caught up with him. He didn't stir again, didn't try to get up or counter. 'Out like a light', as they say.

Solomon- Do Nothing, Talk to the God He strode forward without hesitation at his turn, giving a quick, subtle inclination of himself that most would probably not even register as a bow. More of a nod, really. Even with the legends he had heard about this literal sloth of a man before them, he was not about to go fully prostrating himself before him... perhaps if the god bothered caring about at least looking fitting of his tales, he would've. But as it stood, In all honesty, Solomon would've thought him no different than any other fat bellied bloke off the street, had they not have met under such... circumstances as these. "They call me Revenant." He said simply, keeping his eyes on the half-slumbering manbear. "Damn though, I'm a bit disappointed, gotta tell ya straight, man. All those rumors and legends definitely painted a more badass picture of you than the eyes actually do. Just sayin'."

I thought Acqui was already done and her character accepted though... EDIT: Yeah, it's even listed among the finished PC sheets in the OP and everything.

Arya "Um...thanks...I guess?" She didn't honestly know how else to respond, just sat there on the top bunk, again scratching the back of her head. The part of her that was the natural skeptic, the part that had seen and dealt with it all before, didn't want to falter for even a minute, demanded she keep the guard standing, deny the wooden horse admittance to Troy and torch it on the beach. The other parts of her, however, weren't quite so sure. Memory had always served her correctly, and right now it screamed that she was fool if she just discarded everything she'd ever known and seen about them in the past.. it said that Troy was going to burn. Yet, her gut said that Troy was safe. It was the first time the two had ever been so utterly out of synch and opposed to each other, when it came to Laylites. But...even as certain as her mind was, she still had to give more weight to instinct in the end. "She's may be... nothing like I expected," She thought as she stared down at her latest, half finished work in silence, just trying to push the strangeness of the whole situation out of mind as charcoal again started to scrawl against paper. "but, whatever she is... there's definitely a lot more to her." "So, um, h-have you all decided wh-where you're sleeping? I don't care which b-bunk I have so it's fine if you decided without me. Although if you haven't, I, um, I'd l-like to have one of the lower bunks." Arya didn't answer, though her eyes passed what should've been an obvious enough glance to what sparsely few belongings she had beside her on the mattress.

Arya Her amusement had already started to wind down when the other girl nudged her. That paper smile she had plastered for the little Cultist's sake may've been nice enough, but Arya could've seen right through it in a heartbeat. Fine. She was still nigh certain that it was all some cleverly laid facade to elicit pity or amiability, just as much as she was that this girl here would likely end up regretting her readily given trust in said facade...but fine. She could play nice too, at least, until the little Laylite finally revealed her true colors, that is. After that point though, she wouldn't bat a single eye about tearing apart the goth's little world of cardboard and burning it right in front of her, piece by piece, one falsehood at a time, just like all the others. But that was later. This was now. And now was the time to be nice. So play nice, she would. "Eh, sorry about that. It's just that, well you're... alot different than what I was expecting when I saw the rug." She said, scratching the back of her head sheepishly, as if she actually meant the apology. "Anyway, the name's Arya. Arya Wraith. Don't wear it out, okay?" The raw disdain and scrutiny that had haunted her gaze earlier had largely been reigned back in like the twin dogs of war they were. Even in their absence though, there was little there to fill that abysmal void of trust in those stone cold, twin pools of midnight grey. So dismally little.

Sorry because like I said, I really do kinda like Lilith as a character... for alot of the same reasons I really liked Lana as a character in the original Ymora But I like, literally only included it in the whole post twice(At least in the current version of it... granted, I do admit that I was a bit more liberal in the raw, original that first went up a while ago... but then again, there were quite a few things different between the original than the fine-tuned one up now, such as how certain things were worded and certain descriptions, including explicit alterations to clean up the parts containing to 2 or 3 extra bitches that were present)

so yeah, sorry for this bit of mocking amusement mixed with subtle undertones of genuine loathing, disgust and distrust from Arya that will most likely probably, ok, screw it, definitely not help Lillith's self-confidence... but uh... you're pretty damn adamant about this whole "Laylites are just bad, M'kay?" concept... and Arya honestly kinda views them as social enemy #1 given that... well, her personality kinda makes her a literal antithesis of sorts for their practices and methodology. so yeah. Sorry but not so sorry. I can't really let the kid be as nice to her right off the bat as she was the last go around... But no, I really am sorry about this...I genuinely kinda like Lilith as a character

Arya She hadn't said much of anything to the other two, before that door had opened. Mostly just focusing on mentally preparing herself for the battle that would surely start whenever their little Cultist roommate walked in, working on her latest sketch all the while. The unholy little swath of yellow on the carpet had been the first thing she'd notice from the second she'd first laid eyes on the room. She knew more than well enough what it meant, that forsaken color, that stain of piss, had seen it more than enough times before... things had seldom gone well during all those few run-ins in the past with those little brain-washed, web-weaving goths. Oh, but they had always hated her far more than she had them... they had thought it made them stronger, made them better. But all it really made them in the end was predictable, sloppy even, in some cases. And when they got sloppy, when they got predictable, it only made them all that much easier to pick apart at the seams. And that always made them angrier, and angrier... and, in turn, managed to create a wonderful little cycle for her to exploit over and over again, unravel all their lies and burn all their little false bridges one by one...until they were finally revealed once and for all as the god awful, lying, exploitive bitches they truly were. So fear... fear was definitely the furthest thing on her mind as she had stolen subtle glances at the floor. This wouldn't be her first run in, or the first experience she'd had. And chances were it wouldn't be the last either. No, what ran through her mind... was more like nervous anticipation. Because even she had to admit... She had never had the utter displeasure of having to actually dorm in the same room as one of the bitches before. But then... then, the wait was over. That door opened, and she steeled herself one last time... but she couldn't help but stifle a laugh when she actually saw the one behind it, sketch-pad and charcoal still in her lap. "W-wow... this is...just wow..." She did a poor job holding it in as she looked the new arrival over once again in the silence that had followed, just taking it all in a second time."God, I-I'm so sorry, but, You...? you really mean to tell us that you're the big bad Laylite in the room? Oh Nayru, this is just freaking hilarious!" The barely stifled laughter grew even louder, but nothing could erase that subtle, nigh bitter edge of snow cold, loathing disdain and distrust that lingered in her eyes as she scrutinized the girl up and down. Even in her amusement, she wasn't just about to drop her guard so easily. this kid was funny to her, yes; Infact, as short as the girl was, she honestly kinda reminded her of some little kid who had gotten into their mother's nail polish and had started playing dress up in her big sister's wardrobe. But though she found it funny, Arya wasn't stupid. Just because the girl was nothing like she had been expecting of a laylite, didn't mean she was by any means harmless. And just because she was being polite right now didn't mean she wasn't hiding something far uglier just below the surface. All the ones she had met before did. All of them. Every. Last. One.

Actually, now that you ask, sure. Because I find the idea of people only having to name "Revenant" to refer to him by as highly pleasing... The alias Revenant is a legit badge of honor for him, so... in all honesty, it would make sense that Solomon would be willfully exclude mention of his true name, just to literally force people to refer to him as it. EDIT: I've also made a minor edit to the personality section (Basically just edited in the Myer Briggs Personality type at the beginning, I think he honestly fits it like a freaking glove.)