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Multiple Settings New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings [Season 2]

AKAMOZU JUN
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiyma Peckinou Peckinou , Henry @Coyote Hart, Pei ( thebigfella thebigfella ), Bibi ( simj26 simj26 ),
THE FOURTH SEAL

The blade may have felt awkward, and unfamiliar in Jun's hand, but it sank deep and effortlessly through the wraith's defenses all the same, passing through the military -grade weave and padding as though it were the most delicate of silk.
And yet, where Jun expected to feel the warm, familiar sensation of parting flesh and splitting organ tissue, instead there was...nothing, as though he had jammed his knife into a balloon, or a particularly thick tire.
What's more, looking up to meet the lifeless, eerie gaze of his target, he noticed a disturbing lack of reaction, for what, for most other people, would be an assuredly fatal wound.
In fact, it almost seemed as if it were preparing itself for Jun's strike, and before Jun could ponder to what end, the specter suddenly came back alive, it's hand reaching oppressively for Jun's still outstretched arm.
A sharp gasp of surprise escaped beneath his breath, wincing as an iron-like vice wrapped around his wrist, which turned into a startled cry as the specter suddenly threw it's entire body backwards, forcefully dragging Jun with him.
W-what's with these guys!? Jun thought to himself in panic, his entire body nearly lifted entirely into the air by the force of the ghost's pull.
Worst still, he could hear the sound of footsteps to his flank, and the metallic click of a collapsable baton coming unfurled above him.
Looking over his shoulder confirmed his fear; the specter's friend had avoided mini-rev's spear and was now poised to strike him down.
"Awawawa!! W-wait a sec!!" Jun nervously exclaimed.

There was little he could do to break the hold on his arm, and from his position, he wouldn't be able to dodge in time.
He braced himself for the blow that was sure to come, ready for the visceral pain of a pair of shattered ribs.
But then, a familiar wave of shadow suddenly washed over him, blocking the specter from sight.
The gaseous, oblique pall impeded the attacking phantom's advance just enough to give Jun's feet time to land back on the floor, regaining his balance.
With a slight smile, Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted, "Thanks for the save, Mini-Rev!"
Before the ghost holding him could toss him around again, Jun went back on the offensive, his right hand, still clutched tight in his opponent's grip, suddenly abandoned it's grip on the knife, his left hand deftly moving in to replace it.
He clutched the knife still embedded in the ghost's body in a reverse grip, high-frequency vibrations trembling from his body flowed into the blade, emitting a dangerous, low-pitched hum.
"Hands..." Jun growled, before viciously dragging the blade to the right, cutting a gruesome swath across the specter's abdomen, through the ghost's bowels, but he wasn't done there, dexterously flicking the blade up, into an upright grip.
"...OFF!!"
In an upward swing, Jun sliced through the arm holding him prisoner, severing it from the ghost's body at the forearm in a deadly arc.
At the same time, he threw his body to right, rolling along the ghost's freshly "disarmed" side to put his now ex-captor in between him and his still-armed comrade.

"I can handle these small fries! Just make sure you don't die so we can have a snowball fight later!" Jun yelled in response to Henry, disregarding how close he came to getting pulverized mere moments ago.
Twirling the knife menacingly in his hand, he stares down the wounded specter before him, muttering to himself, as he draws the blade in a fighting stance.
"Not gonna go down so easy? I'll just have to chop you guys up so you can't move anymore..."








 
Viktoriya Medved
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SCENE MUSIC:
Prometheus
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Darius, Retsu, Audley, Nina
THE FOURTH SEAL: GROUP 3
A wicked too wide smile burst on Vita’s face as two more prey came in to support the one she had nailed with the barrage of teeth. Good, good. An easy prey that fell to a parlor trick could not prove her own excellence. She rode her hand calling back the teeth to her as the created a circle around her each another weapon in her grasp. Now if only she could rip and tear the fangs from her prey’s mouth.

This power had its limits but though and she had never attempted any such ripping on the living. She knew there was a possibility of doing so but as she flexed her fingers calling to rip and tear and control she felt resistance.

”Come, prove to me YOU ARE WORTHY OF EXPENDING MY EFFORT.”

A maddened yell which could not be certain of whom it called for burst from the woman. The thrill of adrenaline and the love for overcoming the disgusting palpitations from a body that betrayed her fueled her advance.

”Tear to shreds bow to my will and become my own weapon”

As she flung each new bullet upon the new targets she pulled and pulled, wanting even just one fang to prove to all she was better. The only thing to break her out of her near cult like trance of her own making was the admittance of her partner in gambling speak of running.

”CONTAMINATED did you live by running your whole life? Because even if you can run from these idle beasts can you run from me?”

She sent half her teeth in a barrage towards the other with little issue whether Darius would also face its sting.

Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean WhiskeyMarten WhiskeyMarten Elenion Aura Elenion Aura Haze- Haze-
 
JERICHO MADDEN
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 1
THE FOURTH SEAL

The pale woman who had begun to approach Jericho made him... uncomfortable, to say the least. He didn't like the way she looked at him. “Test subject...?" he echoed, his expression contorting with disgust.

His gaze dropped to the vial in her hand, the strange indigo liquid catching some light as it swirled in the glass. Jericho's jaw tightened; he wasn't a fan of where this was going.

"Hard pass, actually." He growled, his voice low and laced with anger. His body tensed in preparation for whatever came next.

Normally, Jericho would have lunged at her without hesitation, striking first and asking questions never. But something about that strange liquid made him pause. His fingers twitched, flexing instinctively as he studied the shimmering substance. His narrowed eyes flicked between the vial and the woman holding it, wary of what she planned to do next.
 
Artemis Mac Naught
CS Link
SCENE MUSIC:
Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
The Kings and their Inner Circles
THE FOURTH SEAL
Hiachi? Hiachi was here? She had no time to figure out what had happened or how she had a job and that was to cover for her king. Create openings, turn opportunities into reality, provide the clear signals of where and what was approaching. She didn’t have anything flashy but damn did that mean she made a great fly on the wall.

Yet for all her limited use she didn’t expect to legitimately go flying. The gale that swept through the group served as a proper way to divide and conquer. She didn’t know how she managed to withstand the plummet into whatever strange illusionary forest this must be.

After all what else could it be but another’s potential trapping them? Any fool should know when it was time to attack affecting the senses was the quickest and surest way to gain the upper hand.

”Whatever bullshit you’re pulling it’s not going to work!”

That dream must have been the same work. She rose her gun forwards and above the armor clad idiots and fired both a round to keep their attention away from her king and to announce their location to the other group wherever they may be.

As she heard her king and queen speak she knew that she would have to find more obvious cover. If they were going all out she needed to keep an eye on everything.

”Don’t worry boss, if I’m confident in one thing it’s my own survival instincts.

The phoenixes landing in their vicinity was an even worse issue. They’re leadership was torn at war with each other or useless. They would be no help. She found herself wishing any other group would have been the ones with them.

At least the one interloper seemed useful. Perhaps they just needed new leadership because the others seemed to get indefinitely more useful after the appearance of the interloper.

At least that’s what she would have thought until she saw Hector turn on his own. While those with more combat focus might have their own attention drawn elsewhere her job watching the battlefield let her see the very moment the blade plunged into Sura’s back.

She dove behind a tree for cover keeping her attention split. There was no concern in her mind for the dead phoenix but should the maniac think to turn that blade on her own leaders she would be ready to spin upon him herself.

She shot once more towards the armored assailants before moving once more between her cover spots as she reloaded.

Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean demytra demytra @Beann Breadman Breadman Roda the Red Roda the Red WhiskeyMarten WhiskeyMarten gxxberkit gxxberkit Elenion Aura Elenion Aura
 
BRIAR
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 4
THE FOURTH SEAL
Trapped somewhere in a razor-thin divide between lucidity and unconsciousness, Briar was assaulted by a sense of detachment and wholeness. Unable to process if the thoughts and sensations were his own or those of another, he was at the mercy of a vision lacking anything concrete. It was a void of uncertainty that continued to drown him in a dark sea until the Sprawl and whatever else swam in the depths saw fit to disperse.

Then came the crash landing into reality, brought on by a series of deafening booms as the dreary quiet of Purgatory was torn apart. Uninvited guests forced themselves into the mix, their portals allowing both men and beasts to break down the barriers keeping the important talks behind closed doors. Unfortunately, that small peek at the unfolding events was cut short as he was drawn back into a false world.

Once again, the backdrop was changed by someone else's hand. Taken from a freshly birthed war zone to a city of giants, Briar gazed around at the not so familiar metropolis. Despite being little more than an ant in a massive mess of mechanical mayhem, it was far from the most unsettling setting he'd found himself in.

Unlike before, he had a full grasp on where his own being started and ended, his mind sound and clear of outside influences. But being able to think properly didn't do a lot to help paint a clearer picture of everything that had transpired. However, the deep thinking could wait for later.

Even if he didn't have all the details at the moment, he was content with knowing at least one thing. The boring gathering had finally taken an interesting turn. Finally, it was starting to feel like he hadn't wasted his time.

A light smirk crept across his face as he looked at the trio of zoo attractions. He scrutinized them, no sign of panic evident on his face as he calmly walked to Aelestra with his hands in his pockets. It was hard to say how entertaining they'd prove to be, but he was fairly certain they'd have more value than some monkeys in a cage.

Once he reached Ael's side, he unpocketed a hand and placed it against the side of her head. Scarred fingers sank into the silver strands of hair as he activated his Potential, momentarily enhancing her regeneration to close the fresh wound. He then raised her own power's limits, strengthening it.

"Feel like taking that mammoth back to the ice age? Unless you'd rather pay back Slickback for that cheap shot.”

“Both.” Her voice was hoarse as she whispered to him, trying to get her breathing under control from her short bout with Rude. She felt infinitely better when Briar healed her wound, the throbbing pain in her head had subsided and she felt like she had just woken up from a much needed nap.

She looked at Briar for a moment, noticing his demeanor had changed from uninterested to invested in the intruders. Was a fight between Serpents more or less entertaining than a fight against giant beasts? Her eyes scanned the immediate area and she realized her boss was no longer in sight. She wasn't sure what happened to her employer but there wasn't an opportunity to think much about it.

Aelestra exhaled deeply as she turned to the mammoth, energy surging through her body stronger than ever. Outstretching her arms, a flurry of ice released from her body, the temperature dropping significantly within a close radius of the Serpent. The ice circled and packed against each other, forming a giant icicle capable of penetrating such a tall beast. With a grunt, she brought her arms together and sent forth the icy projectile at an alarming speed, aimed at the side of the mammoth.




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Eribelle Statham
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis S2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber — Dark Forest
PARTICIPANTS:
Azure Dragon and Sable Serpent leadership
The Fourth Seal
A gentle sigh escaped the woman's lips, crimson eyes tinged purple under the midnight moonlight. Wherever the leaders might now be, a cautious retreat had be relegated to a mere afterthought, as they stood in a clearing amidst an ocean of foliage. "It seems fighting is unavoidable for the time being." She directed her gaze towards her fellow dragons. "Please refrain from engaging with the enemy too recklessly, for all we know our allies outside might be dead, we cannot afford getting any major injuries." Her eyes then focused on the ironclad man. "Especially you, Queen."

She owed to her enhanced reflexes that her body moved to the side, just as she managed to avoid the vicious blade of a surprise attacker. Responding instantly, she retrieved a second stiletto from her belt, directing a straight thrust at the gaps in enemy's armor, right above the collarbone. A steely limb shoved the light blade aside, and thrusting their own blade at her chest. With a single flick of a finger from her free hand, the attacker's arm was forcefully redirected upwards, the stiletto swiftly lodging itself into the gap on their armpit, crimson stained her pearly skin as it spurted from the wound, not a single muscle in her face reacting to it.

A second attacker joined the fray, swing a spinning buzzaw limb with reckless abandon, sparks flying as it grazed against the metal plates of their ally. Eribelle gracefully moved out of the way of the vicious attack. What a bother, crowd control is not my forte.

Due to the frantic nature of their current predicament, only now did Eribelle notice that the familiar redhead was nowhere to be seen, or any of the phoenixes or tigers, for that matter. Guessing from the way they were all scattered from that mysterious force, it was easy to conclude this was their intention all along, their plan even more coldly calculated than previously expected, with their numbers thinned out, the gangsters would need to be extremely careful when fending off against the mechanical intruders.


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Karina Zemova
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Karina, Welsha, Ryo, Various other gang members
The Fourth Seal
"It will have to do, then." Karina responded to Welsha as the girl presented what she had in terms of defense. Not much, but that's what the state of the Tigers, isn't it? Another bullet cracked a skull of a skeleton approaching them, and Karina figured that the distance was not enough. The Serpent would make sure that she would retreat to the backline as she was thinking about her next move. Robin, as loud as she ever was, made her intent loud and clear. The necromancer was far and away from them and had the corpses act as a wall. If the Tiger's attack dog was eager to fight her up close, she was welcome to cut a path to the puppet master.

And made her wonder. How much control does the necromancer hold on these corpses? They don't have much in their head, but the minimum for motor functions. If they do have a mind, it can be tampered with. Then again, was revealing her talents like that worth it? Stupid question. It will be a problem to solve later. If it even becomes one. Karina needed a test subject and luck would provide her with one as a skeleton was shambling away from the horde. If her hunch was right, it would take a lesser amount of strain to convince it to turn it against its bone brothers. She looked into the hollows where eyes would be and concentrated as if he was alive, "Go attack the other skeletons."
 
RETSU KUSANAGI
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 3, Nina
THE FOURTH SEAL

The beast's massive fist descended like a meteor, a wall of sheer muscle and bone eclipsing the humans beneath it in an instant. The force behind it howled through the air, displacing dust and debris in a violent gust. The very ground seemed to tremble in anticipation of the blow—of the inevitability of those caught beneath being reduced to nothing more than a stain on the concrete.

BOOM.

The impact never came.

Instead, a thunderous shockwave erupted outward, scattering loose rubble and kicking up a whirlwind of dust.

Retsu stood, feet planted firm against the fractured earth, arms locked. The beast’s mountainous fist hung mere inches above Nina, held at bay by something impossible.

Crackling arcs of electricity danced along Retsu’s arms, licking at her fingers like they longed to be set free. And in her grasp, clashing against the chimeric monster’s knuckles, was a hammer—where had she been storing that all this time?

Her heels dug into the cracked concrete as she braced herself, muscles straining against the monstrous strength pressing down upon her. Sparks erupted where flesh met metal, arcs of crackling lightning coiling around the hammer’s shaft like living serpents. The air itself groaned under the weight of power held in check.

"Damn," she grunted, tightening her grip. "You hit like a bitch."

Then, with a sharp inhale, she twisted her body and wrenched the hammer to the side.

A second deafening BOOM ripped through the air as the beast’s titanic fist was violently deflected, its momentum redirected with a concussive shockwave. The creature lurched, stumbling sideways as its own strength was turned against it, its massive frame crashing through a half-toppled pillar. Debris rained down, dust pluming from the impact like a bomb going off.

But Retsu didn’t wait. She moved.

Electricity surged along her legs, crackling in erratic, jagged arcs. The moment the beast faltered, she kicked off the ground, launching herself high into the air. The hammer in her grasp felt weightless, carried aloft by the coursing storm thrumming through its ancient metal.

The sky seemed to shudder as the lightning grew violent, responding to the call of its mistress.

With a wide arc, Retsu reeled back, lifting the hammer above her head. The runes along its head flared with a brilliant, storm-born glow, illuminating the battlefield like a bolt frozen in time.

She grinned.

And then she brought it down.

The heavens roared in tandem with her, her strike descending like the wrath of a god, bolts of jagged lightning exploding outward from the hammer’s head. The world flashed white-hot as the force of the blow threatened to shatter the very ground beneath them—aiming to drive the beast’s skull straight into the depths of hell itself.

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Kanna Katsura
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis S2 - A4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
The Kings, their Inner Circles, and Unwanted Guests - Group 1
The Fourth Seal
Baka.

If Lars used the brainpower behind his verbose yet pointless rants towards being present in the situation, maybe he'd be less reckless and egotistic. Maybe.

The Dragon King was quick to recover from the massive attack that split everyone up. Rising to her feet, Kanna immediately ducked back down as her counterpart rained fire on their attackers, with others joining in on the fray. However, she didn't engage the enemies that were in front of them. Instead, her eyes scanned around. There wasn't a single Tiger or Phoenix where they were. Somehow, they got split up. But the answer to that question could wait. What Kanna wanted to know was if the leader of the unknown attackers was here with them. They would have the answers she wanted right now.

There, in the far back. A glimpse of purple shined in the darkness. Without hesitation, she immediately darted to the side and forward, moving at an increased speed as she took larger strides, gliding across the ground to get around the large wave of attackers.

Her movement didn't go unnoticed however, as some of their uninvited guests moved in front of Kanna to cut her off. Without a break in her stride, the Dragon King leapt above them, descending back down and drove her katana through the head of one of them, pushing off their shoulders and launching back into the air. The momentum carried her forward as she slowly descended, turning to face the remaining attackers. The group of three drew blades of their own, before moving to engage her at the same time.

How fruitless their attempt would be. They took just a few steps forward before finding themselves unable to move. Stuck, frozen. It felt like something was pulling them down as their arms fell to their sides, straightened out and pointed towards the ground. Their weapons fell out of their hands as the fists that gripped them were forced open. Ahead of them, Kanna stared, watching them struggle for a second before the overwhelming force of gravity came down, crushing the attackers.

She continued forward, chasing the flash of purple she saw earlier. It got closer and closer, until Kanna could make out the shape of their body. And they were running away. Kanna increased her running pace, eventually catching up, Her hand lashed out, grabbing them by the neck and she immediately jumped upwards, carrying herself and her target up into the sky. A ripple of force was left in Kanna's wake, making a slight dent in the ground. Eventually, they reached a height so high that the fighting on the ground became a distant echo.

Hovering in the air, Kanna stared at the... thing, that was in her grasp. Her free hand then came up, grabbing the helmet that covered their identity, and ripped it off.
 
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AUGIE QUINN
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 2
The Fourth Seal
Augie knew they should have been working with the others to deal with the approaching horde of skeletons, but those were nothing more than a distraction—easy to break, even easier to replace. The real problem sat perched above it all, watching. That was who they needed to get to. Cut out the infection at its source.

Their eyes flicked upward, head tilting slightly as they mapped out the best attack route. It wouldn't be challenging to get to them, and as for what would happen when they got to them... Augie would hit them. Really fucking hard.

Without hesitation, they sprang into action. Their legs tensed for half a second before launching over some of the skeletons, claws sinking into the nearest wall as they scaled it with ease. The sounds of fighting echoed around them, drowning out any noise they might have made—not that they planned on making any. Reaching the rafters, Augie peered over the edge, head tilting at an unnatural angle as they studied their target. Then, without so much as a warning, they reached out, claws wrapping around the necromancer’s thin neck and dragging them down.

They barely gave the aggressor time to react before tightening their grip and dropping to the ground, claws pressing just deep enough to keep them from slipping free. Then, with a sharp inhale, Augie reared back and hurled them over the writhing mass of skeletons toward Robin and Hades. At least, that was what they were aiming for, and they hoped they weren't too far off the mark. Augie made their way back through the skeletons, tearing them apart as they went.
 
MILO NAGISA
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 1
THE FOURTH SEAL

The ooze lashed out like a serpent, and Milo barely had time to react. His feet skidded across the grimy ground, shoes finding little traction as he dove, rolled, twisted—attempting to stay ahead of the sickly green sludge trying to engulf him.

A tidal wave of ooze surged toward him, moving more like a living thing than any liquid had a right to. Milo threw himself into a side roll, landing on one knee as the thick, gelatinous mass slammed into the space he'd occupied a second before. The impact sent a splatter of green slime in all directions. The smell assaulted his nostrils; it was like something straight out of the sewers in Lower Central.

His fingers scrambled at the waistband of his jeans. If he could just—

WHAM!

Pain exploded up his leg. Something cold, wet, and strong clamped around his ankle like a vice.

"Ah—!" Milo's breath hitched as he was yanked clean off his feet. The world flipped upside down in a dizzying blur of motion, the ground rushing away, his stomach lurching into his throat. He kicked, twisted, struggled, but the ooze only coiled tighter, dragging him back toward the thing that commanded it.

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"Too slow," the tall man purred. The smug amusement in his voice made Milo's blood boil. "You really should be more careful where you step."

The ooze whipped upward, lifting him high into the air, weightless for only a moment before—

CRASH!

His back slammed into a stack of wooden crates tucked in a corner, shattering the top layer on impact. The world pulsed in white-hot pain as he tumbled down with the debris, wooden splinters jabbing at his arms, his ribs, his spine.

For a few seconds, he could do nothing but breathe. Ragged, uneven, desperate breaths as the pain crawled through his body like fire.

A wet squelching noise made his stomach twist.

The ooze was coming for him again.

Milo grit his teeth, forcing himself upright.

He needed to move.

He needed a plan.

He needed to draw.

And fast.

 
JERICHO MADDEN
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 1
THE FOURTH SEAL
Jericho's focus on the pale woman shattered the second he heard Milo yell. His ears pricked, instincts kicking in before thought, and he immediately lost interest in the one targeting him. He picked up some debris and lobbed it directly at her head before running to his friend.

Rico hadn't made it in time to stop the asshole from lifting Milo into the air and slamming him onto a stack of crates, but he had a chance to help him before it happened again. Jericho growled, closing the distance in a heartbeat. He scooped Milo up without hesitation, slinging him over his shoulder—one arm locked around his waist, the other bracing under his thighs to keep him steady.

“Think you can draw like this?" Jericho hissed, eyes flicking to the disgusting green mass coiling and writhing unnaturally from its source, dodging it with relative ease. He took a few more steps back, keeping Milo out of its reach; he didn't want to put his friend down only for him to get grabbed and thrown again.
 
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K̴H̸Y̷D̷N̶A̸H̷
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SCENE:
The Fourth Seal
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"
TIME:
Arc 4
PARTICIPANTS:
The Kings and their Inner Circles
The Fourth Seal

The storm had flung them like weightless dolls into the depths of this conjured nightmare. Khydnah struck the ground hard, her body bouncing off the thick roots of an ancient tree. She didn’t so much as flinch. No sharp pain, no dull ache—just impact, force meeting the unyielding surface of her own flesh. She stood, brushing away the dirt that had dared to cling to her frail form, more annoyed by the mess than the violence of her landing.

Gunfire, roaring Potentials, the screech of metal rending metal—the battlefield was alive with conflict. The air itself felt different, charged with something unnatural. She could feel it shifting around her, the forest responding, breathing, waiting.

Then—a crack, a wet sound.

She watched, silent and still, as Hector drove his blade into Sura’s back. The sight barely stirred anything within her. It was neither surprising nor particularly relevant. The Phoenix King had been a reckless fire, burning bright and fast. Now, he was extinguished. As she had foretold.

Her focus shifted to Kanna. Unlike the others, she had no interest in wasting herself in a brawl that would ultimately change little. There were better ways to ensure survival, and better times to strike.

Stepping closer, she spoke just barely above a whisper, yet was still loud enough for Kanna to hear her over the battle. “̷K̸a̵n̸n̵a̶,̵”̵ she called to the Dragon King. “̶I̸ ̶t̵r̵u̶s̶t̴ ̴y̵o̵u̷ ̷a̸n̴d̶ ̵t̵h̶e̶ ̸o̸t̶h̶e̵r̵s̶ ̴w̶i̴l̸l̶ ̷p̴r̸e̶v̶a̵i̶l̷ ̶o̸v̷e̴r̴ ̷o̸u̸r̷ ̴a̷d̷v̸e̶r̸s̵a̵r̴y̵.̷ ̴W̷i̴t̸h̵ ̴t̷h̸a̵t̵,̴ ̸I̸ ̷s̴h̵a̴l̶l̷ ̵l̷e̵a̶v̸e̵ ̶t̸h̴e̴ ̴v̵i̵c̵t̴o̶r̶y̶ ̴t̶o̶ ̶y̶o̵u̸.̶ ̸I̶ ̷w̶i̸s̶h̷ ̵n̶o̷t̶ ̸t̷o̴ ̷g̵e̸t̵ ̴i̶n̴ ̶y̶o̶u̷r̷ ̵w̵a̵y̸,̵”̷ she said, her voice calm, even. ̸“̶I̷'̸l̶l̴ ̴s̵e̶e̴ ̶y̷o̷u̵ ̷a̴n̵d̷ ̴t̷h̶e̷ ̸K̸i̷n̵g̴ ̷o̷f̶ ̴T̴i̴g̶e̶r̴s̷ ̸a̷g̸a̴i̷n̶ ̶w̵h̶e̵n̸ ̵t̷h̸e̵ ̴b̶a̴t̶t̵l̸e̸ ̶h̶a̸s̵ ̴b̵e̴e̶n̶ ̵w̸o̵n̶.̷”̷

There was no doubt in her words, no hesitation. Only certainty.

Khydnah barely had time to finish her words before she felt it—something massive, something unseen, wrapping around her from behind. A pair of monstrous hands, their grip firm yet careful, pulled her back into an embrace that swallowed her whole.

There was no pain, no shock, just the sudden shift of presence, the sensation of being drawn away from the chaos in an instant. The battlefield blurred, the sounds of combat muffled as though she had stepped into another world entirely.

She did not resist.

Instead, she let out a slow breath, her expression unreadable as she cast one last glance toward the battlefield.

And then, she was gone, pulled into the void by a Khyn, vanishing as if she had never been there at all.


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PULSE | SURA
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central
PARTICIPANTS:
Pawns
The Fourth Seal
Lighting struck down in a magnificent display, several bolts forming a hot, blinding cage around him as he turned a circle. The forest became cast in white and grey, darkness slaughtered by the pale, suffocating glow. The sound, thunder, rippled out in a shockwave—deafening, brain-rattling—and shook the trees, branches convulsing, wood snapping.

Through the jagged lances of light, Sura could be glimpsed. Arms wide, fingers sprawled with his chest out and his head thrown back in wild laughter drowned by the cacophony of his own design.

This was his domain. Everything under his command.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” The laugh lunged out of him, an intoxicated howl, darkness swallowing the forest once more as the lightning dissipated into a smear. The Cloaks that had dared to challenge him laid in singed patches—scintillations of embers twinkling across their charred remains.

Then, by some miracle, one had the strength to move. A survivor. A fool. Sura felt the hand around his ankle—the audacity—and, in an instant, snapped his head forward until he was hunkered in a wide-legged stance and laughing in the Cloak’s face. No words were spoken before he proceeded to stomp. Stomping and cackling and screaming, the sound of bones breaking with every impact.

That’s when it happened. Pain.

The metal plunged into his back, putting an abrupt halt to his antics. A strained, pained grunt stuttered up his throat and strangled his laughter, and he staggered, eyes going jaded.

Sura turned, slowly, and peered over his shoulder. But when his gaze met his assailant’s, it wasn’t that of a Cloak staring back. Rather, it was the Queen of the Scarlet Phoenixes.

“. . . I see…”

He could feel the hatred—tasted it in the blood on his tongue. It flickered in the silence between them.

“Here?… Now?…” A coup? No, Sura had never been blind to the gang’s resentment. But this? This lacked flair. It lacked grandeur.

Where was the theater? The drama! The excitement!?

No… No, this wouldn’t do.

Just then, the ground began to tremble—a seismic shift—and cracks formed beneath them, racing outward in a sprawling web of fractures. Balance became a foreign concept as the earth sought to shake them from their feet.

In a single movement, eyes never leaving Hector, Sura unsheathed his sword from the ground and distanced himself, sending forth his will and commanding the land to wrench itself apart—a gaping, starving maw that stretched for the Queen and threatened to swallow him whole.

Blood drained from Sura’s wound, soaking his trousers—burning. His breath shook, betraying the effects of the injury.

Fingers twitched. Then he leaped.

Springing from one side of the split in the earth to the other, letting his sword trail behind him, he quickly closed the gap between him and Hector. “You’ve fallen off the handle, my dear Queen,” he muttered, careful not to trip over the crumbling terrain. “Your actions reek of desperation!”

Something shifted below and Sura sensed it, deliberately adjusting his path. When he did, the earth convulsed beneath him, a violent upheaval that sent the ground surging skyward like a deadly ocean wave caught in time, never to recede again. It placed him above Hector. Gave him higher ground. And Sura didn’t hesitate. He launched himself into the air, metal of sword gleaming, and descended upon the Queen.

“If you truly cared…!” Closer. “...for your gang…!” Closer. “...then you would accept my rule and know. your. PLACE!” He swung then.
 
Boba LaVeau
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CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 1|| Milo, Jericho, Christina, Daigo, Elemental Liberation
The Fourth Seal

Boba was inclined to agree with Christina. Orange wasn't Boba's favorite, and it certainly wouldn't fit her conversational partner. But before Boba could open her mouth, she noticed something, an odd vibration, an old pipe, maybe? No, that's not some pipe. The outline of a crown formed over her head as she started her power, preparing for the worst.

CRACK!
The king's chamber... Boba twisted her head towards the meeting place as it shattered like an expensive vase. Pieces of the pillar shoot out everywhere at deadly velocity. In the blink of an eye, one of the splintered steel bars shot right towards her face.

Just in time, her assistants finished the wall, but it barely stopped the steel, she could see the end sticking out of the wall just inches from reaching her. By the time the dust clouds settled, Boba's wall disintegrates into glowing yellow flakes as the steel bar clangs against the ground. She dusted off her dress, scoffing. That was far too close, she'll have to research better types of walls from that era once she gets home. As for now, Boba turned her attention towards the four foolish peasants who dared to disturb her important discussion. For a moment, Boba's attention shifted to the collapsed center chamber, she wasn't worried, they should be strong enough to survive something like that, and if not, they didn't deserve to be their leaders. However, it would be a pain to lose all those strong future loyal subjects. Never mind that it seemed like her allies had already jumped into battle, how hasty. She planned to offer those four to join her instead of whatever mysterious benefactor was 100% exploiting them. You don't get this kind of power for free.

Boba waited, and watched the fight, scanning for information on how each clashed. Which one needed support and deducing how best to support them. Preferably she'd want to make the enemies believe her creation limit is four or less. She tossed her lollipop around the inside of her mouth as she observed the fights. Boba winced at Diago getting stabbed, but it seemed like his physical endurance was only dented as he rushed right back at the catgirl. So far, he seemed outpaced by the cat's agility. If Boba could slow her down for him, that might allow Blondie to get a few more hits in, without losing more of his blood.

Christina's fight was a bit worrying. If those snakes carried potent venom, Christina might be on a tight timer. Boba's worries disintegrated as Christina burst into flames, any venom that might have that could've slipped in surely would denature under such intense heat. Boba could feel that heat radiating from Christina despite standing so far back. Seems to her Christina had the advantage for this one.

Moving onto Jericho and his opponent. Her hair was really cute. It's a shame Boba couldn't recruit her before whatever petty group snatched her up first. Her powers seemed the most mysterious. Boba wanted that syringe destroyed. She thought about giving the red dude armor, but the science gal seemed like the type to be agile enough to stab through the cracks. Then Jericho turned his attention to Milo. Boba can't say she was approving of turning one's back to a woman with a syringe intent on injecting you, but she had to admire the man's loyalty to his friend. Milo had been struggling, their focus seemed to be away from the fight at first. It cost them a lot. With Jericho there, they should have enough time to recompose themself. But, Jericho's old opponent most certainly hasn't forgotten about her test subject. Alright, that's enough observing. With a crunch, Boba bit into her lollipop, splitting it open. It's time to move some game pieces.

First, she sent an assistant around Christina. Boba didn't feel the need to interfere quite yet, but she wanted one around in case the tides changed. As for Daigo, it was between a net and a bear trap, with how sharp that catgirl's claws seemed, something made out of metal was the way to go. With how much metal from the collapsed pillar was already around, she decided to have her assistant reforge them into the bear trap. It took a while to gather the material and reforge it. The spring mechanism was the only thing not made from recycled material, she'd intentionally made it a pure creation so she could dismiss it if Daigo stepped onto it. She had her assistants place it behind the catgirl so that Daigo would notice it but not his enemy. Hopefully, he could deduce what she was setting him up for.

Boba took a second to breathe. Next was the opponent Jericho turned his back on. It's always important to calm the nerves before an important shot. Turning her attention to the assistant she'd ordered to set up a bow and arrow. Boba had them positioned at an angle with their primary goal to strike that syringe the cute one was holding, but if it missed, the arrow would be on a trajectory towards that catgirl. Ideally, this either makes them dodge into the bear trap or at least makes them distracted.

Another pause to count her current active assistants, she had one work on that bear trap. One worked on the bow and arrow, which luckily only counts as one pure creation. One was with Christina. All this work was getting a bit draining, Boba groaned before tossing another sucker into her mouth. As for the slime, she was out of ideas by this point, "Please, just throw a big towel over it," she commanded her fourth assistant. The glowing orb flew up, above the slime, constructing a towel to drop onto it. At the very least, it'll obstruct their vision for a second. She had three assistants left, hidden inside her crown in case one of the fools decided to switch their aggro.

"All pieces in place, let's see how long this dance takes before a checkmate," Boba grinned, twirling the sucker between her index and thumb.

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BLITZ | Boltius Beckman
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central
PARTICIPANTS:
Bunch a' bastards
The Fourth Seal
Maintaining a condensed, steady temperature, each punch that Boltius landed set flames bursting against the Cloak’s garments, steam still rising from the spot on its face where Boltius had rammed his head. He struck rapidly, forcing the Cloak on a backward course as it struggled to find an opening.

Following a brutal punch to the jaw, the Cloak staggered back and Boltius lunged, driving an elbow into the Cloak’s gut, but this time the Cloak did not falter—instead, it twisted unnaturally, bending out of the way of Bolt’s strike in a way that would have snapped a normal spine.

The hell?

Before Boltius could react, the Cloak’s arm reconfigured with a string of mechanical clicks, the flesh separating to reveal sleek metal underneath that glistened beneath the moonlight. In an instant, a long blade extended from the Cloak’s wrist, its serrated edges vibrating in a blur, and it swung—too fast to dodge.

Boltius grimaced, gritting his teeth. Shhhit- No problem!

He released his heat, flames naturally encompassing his form, and let it expand outward in rippling waves that distorted the air around him. In response, the forest caught the wave and ignited in an instant, fire jumping from branch to branch, leaf to leaf, racing deeper and casting shadows all over.

Boltius didn’t notice.

Taking the Cloak’s speed into consideration, he lifted his foot off the break and forced his temperature to exceed its standard limit. Everything occurred at once: The first layer of skin on Bolt’s face, arms, and legs began to peel back in random patches, flaking away like paper. The Cloak’s blade neared his forearm, with which he guarded his face, carving through the hot haze.

The metal went from grey to a glowing, bright red in a heartbeat—sizzling, softening, then warping as a result of the swing’s power, causing the blade to lose its dangerous form mid-slice, landing against Bolt’s arm like a blunt object rather than the saw that would have rendered him limbless.

But the Cloak wasn’t stopping. It adapted quickly.

The disfigured blade retracted, folding away like a strip of measuring tape, and the Cloak followed up with its free hand, its fingers sprawling into clawed appendages that stretched longer than normal fingers. They reached for Boltius’ throat.

Fuck youuuu!

Boltius snapped his arm up, catching the Cloak’s metal wrist, grip tightening as his heat exploded once more, coming and going in intervals now so that he didn’t exhaust himself by the exceeding temperatures.

The Cloak tried to jerk away—its features drooped, form sagging like a plastic doll in a microwave—but Boltius held strong, grinning. “I ain’t a good match for metal, y’know.” Whirring noises grinded from the thing’s core, metal screeching as a result of the sudden expansion of heat, and orange veins ruptured through its wrist before he felt it… the snap as metal weakened and split within.

At that, his eyes went wild and he put his entire body into ripping the Cloak’s forearm free, sparks flaring erratically from the exposed joint.

To his surprise, there was no time to relish the damage before the Cloak’s remaining hand shot forward, its fingers rearranging into a single, jagged spear aimed straight for his gut.

Instinct screamed MOVE! And Boltius twisted, but not fast enough. This battle was turning out to be one of constant close calls, and it was starting to piss him off. The tip of the spear grazed his side, and not by a little—penetrating, then splitting the meat like a hot knife through butter.

Pain flared up his side, but he bit down and swallowed the growl threatening to lurch from his throat.

GET IT TOGETHER BOLT!

The Cloak retracted its spear-hand, recalibrating for another strike—lunging again, faster this time, but Boltius was ready. Instead of dodging, he stepped in, closing the gap before the attack could reach full extension, and his hands came up, catching the Cloak’s arm at the elbow and…

Another blast. Heat shattered violently, the wave ballooning once more in a distorting dome that charred the grass black around him. Naturally, Bolt’s skin ignited—a result of his temperatures exceeding 1000°F—and the instant 3000°F fever superheated the Cloak’s body, just as the Ace had done moment’s ago.

Its joints melted together within.

Then, with one brutal wrench, Boltius snapped the Cloak’s arm in half, sending molten shards of metal and sizzling fluids splattering to the ground. More sparks rained down, exposed wires flailing about, and the thing’s mechanics short-circuited beneath the oppressive heat.

This time, Boltius didn’t lower his temperature immediately. He accepted the risk and went further, spiking past 3000°F for the second time.

The Cloak reeled back, stumbling, deteriorating.

Boltius adjusted his stance, concentrating all of the heat and flame into a single fist—a swirling inferno that ate away at his own flesh. Then, with one final, bone-shattering punch, he drove his knuckles into the Cloak’s chest, which caved like an eggshell, fire and fragments sputtering outward.

He clenched his jaw and fought through the pain.

The Cloak sunk to its knees, its frame jerking in place as it tried to remain operational, failing.

“You ain’t even fuckin’ human,” Bolt grunted, lifting a foot. Scoffing, he shoved his heel into the Cloak’s face and watched it collapse into a smoking, gelatinous heap.

He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulder as his temperature started to decline. Then…

A crack of thunder split the air.

Boltius flinched, turning to face the source, only to find himself shielding his eyes from the flash of Sura tearing the sky open and summoning spears of lightning down upon his enemies. The boom that followed rattled his skull. He couldn’t even hear his own voice as he cursed his King, covering his ears, his breathing ragged.

Following the light, Boltius threw his eyes over the battlefield, spotting the Tiger King and Queen in all their glory, locked in a harmonious fight against a formidable trio, then caught sight of Hector and Yong-Yut, and he witnessed Hector’s attempted assassination. Without realizing—his expression a mixture of pain and shock—Boltius had dropped to a kneel against his will. He felt the earth tremble beneath him but couldn’t react. Something was wrong…

His head spun. His heart—it slammed against his ribs with a fury like nothing he’d felt before.

The heat… it wasn’t leaving.

Sh-shit.

His temperature had spiked again and he couldn’t bring it down. It was stuck.

I pushed it too far. C-cool down, Bolt. It was just one robot, man.

The last thing he saw clearly before his vision blurred was the moment Sura came crashing down upon Hector from a ledge of his own making. Then, everything tilted. Boltius fell sideways, his body a blazing wreck, flames licking away at his own flesh.

This happened once before when that Potential-nullifying disc had hit him during the CDPD raid, except the disc had malfunctioned from his heat and caused him only to lose his control over his Potential rather than a full erasure.

At that time, Ashley was able to reach him because he could traverse the ring of heat without succumbing.

Bolt coiled on the ground, hearing only the pounding of his heart in his ears. Meanwhile, the forest fire he’d started moments ago expanded, roaring and devouring all.

Think cold. Cold. Cold. C’mon.

There was no time to feel embarrassed. His mind went into panic. If only Vulken were here… he could absorb the heat… “V-...” Nobody Special Nobody Special

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Nina Aguilar
✦ SCENE:
Season 2 - Arc 4: [The Fourth Seal]
✦ TIME:
February 28th, 2023
✦ LOCATION:
Lower Central District; "Purgatory"
✦ INTERACTIONS:
Retsu, Audley, Beastmaster, Group 3
✦ LIMIT BREAK RANK:
Awesomesauce!!!
✦ Not enough seals


She’d dropped down on all fours, her poised and controlled calisthenics breaking down into rushed, panicked push-ups. Nina didn’t have the time nor the luxury to worry about her terrible form, her arms were shoving the earth back and coming back down as fast as they could, picking up speed the more the towering shadow looming above her grew. Her arms were burning with lactic acid gnawing at the contracting muscle, palms slick with a mix of grime, dust and sweat— slipping uncomfortably against the floor with each rushed rep. Her hear was a pounding wardrum, banging, rattling its ribcage. But she didn’t stop, couldn’t stop.

All Nina could do was hiss and clench her teeth as she felt the hot current of air breathing down on her brush against her spine, growing louder and stronger as the giant’s fist descended. She closed her eyes, wincing.

CLANG!!!

But to her surprise, she wasn’t a red blotch on the floor when she opened them. She was alive, and her spine wasn’t bent into the top of a triangle. She didn’t dare to look up, only shuddering out the breath she’d been holding and staring straight, her sweat dripping onto Purgatory’s floor, streaks of blue lightning above her crackling and catching those droplets of sweat, vaporizing them.

The fist above her was swatted away, and she was only able to catch a glimpse of Retsu’s blurring silhouette as she sprung into action. Nina slumped backwards, the back of her head knocking listlessly against the cracked concrete. Her lungs pulled out a huff of shaky breath, mingling with the settling dust from the explosion. Her head lolled to the side, gawking at the ensuing lightshow right beside her. Thinking — ‘Fuck…this bitch really is the main character…’

This wasn’t the first time she’d found something to admire from a hopeless drunk. No, it was the second time, actually.

Was she just instinctively drawn to really bad influences?

She groaned her way up to her feet, brushed off specks of dust from her pants, then she felt it, a whiplash, like a jolt of lightning streaking down her spine. A crackle of purple energy shot through the air around her, her eyes flashed.

✦ LIMIT BREAK ✦
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That hollowing, airy feeling of weightlessness spreading around every fiber of her being was like a familiar embrace. Nina sighed, wholly satisfied as her potential peaked, rolling her neck with a grin plastered across her face. This amount of strength would do, for a while at least — “Where’s Q-Bot at when ya’ need him…I could've gotten killed back there.”

She looked on at Retsu, or rather, the explosive cloud of smoke and debris that still lingered after she’d dropped the hammer, where she assumed Retsu was — “Y’seem to have things under control…” — She threw glances around. Even as a side character, there was surely still something she could do.

That’s when her eyes locked onto the Beastmaster. Secluded from all the other fights, the source of the problem. After seemingly a single nanosecond of consideration, Nina shrugged, made her mind up, poised herself into position. Her boots dug into the ground, her leg twisted, grinding the flooring to dust as she prepared to pounce.

Her muscles tightened as the strength gathered, legs cut out from stone, and in one singular motion, Nina cut through the empty space between her and the bipedal lion in one swift lunge, like a human-sized bullet, the air itself shrieking and blurring around her. She took a fistful of blonde hair (mane?) as she came up behind the Beastmaster, passed him, jerking it forward as hard as she could in an attempt to shove his face into the ground.

Nina skidded to a stop on the ground, her feet carving two drag marks on the ground, planting a hand in front of her to stop herself right in front of the woman with the glacial axe. She winced at a sudden jolt of pain stretching across her right leg, a passing sting on her strained muscled that she forced herself to ignore.

It wasn’t out of willpower. It was mostly because she didn’t want to seem un-cool in front of the onlooker right behind her.

She lifted her chin up at the chimeric, struck a pose with her arms crossed — “Say, kitty-cat,” — She barked at the Beastmaster, stomping on the rusted chain he was holding, keeping it underfoot — “Yer’ the one controlling all those things aren’t ya?”

“So if I beat your ass senseless, y’ reckon they’ll stop attacking altogether?”
​



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CHARLIE HUGHES
CS Link
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal: Catastrophe]
LOCATION:
Chamber of Kings — Dark Forest
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiachi, Musai, Phoenix & Tiger Leadership
THE FOURTH SEAL
Charlie's eyes momentarily trailed back at his companions, mixture of disbelief and intrigue at the sight of the two leaders facing in combat. It wasn't entirely surprising to see someone as prideful as Hector stabbing someone he'd normally call an ally in the back, further proving that the promise of family and loyalty were but a flimsy illusion fueled by nepotism and obedience. But at the same time, it was hard to blame him, even for Scarlet Phoenix standards, Sura was a truly despicable person who stretched the values of the gang to their most despicable limits. However true it may be that he was already too busy fending off the attackers, it wouldn't be a stretch to say Charlie had little interest in stopping the clash of royalty, as he'd be hard pressed to weep for the death of either man.

Three cloaked bodies laid motionless on the moonlit grass, ther unveiled metal dented and torn from repeated blunt trauma. However nebulous it may be to properly consider them living beings, they had been taken out through the same non-lethal means that Charlie had been employing and refining for the last three years. Superficial cuts adorned his face with small patches of crimson as he raised his gaze forward. Three might be down, but several more had sprung from the obscured foliage of the illusory forest.

Sparks flew as knuckles clashed against concealed blades, their cinnabar hue standing out amidst the night scenery. Four cloaks attacked in tandem, barely leaving any chance for the Phoenix to properly stop the strikes, let alone retaliate. All he needed a proper opening and grapple his way out of the horde of inhuman assassins. However, the flowing clothes of the invaders managed to conceal more than just their identities and weaponry. No, someone in the distance was preparing their own ace, and it was only once all the close-ranged cloaks jumped out of the way in unison. Several meters away, another cloak had its entire chest uncovered, a massive ball of golden energy twitching as lightnings danceds around its circumference.

Mere miliseconds were spared for the phoenix to raise his arms in a guard, a massive ray of energy striking at full force against his frame, dragging him along like a train against an unsuspecting drunkard. An imposing tree caught his flying body, an impact that would've broken most bones in a regular person's, his steely constitution blessed him with only a relative level of pain, alongside a handful of bruises and damaged clothes, tomorrow was certainly going to suck.

Gritting his teeth, he glared back at the encroaching cloaks as he got back on his feet between bated breaths. Fighting several enemies at once often proved a real hassle to the young man, granted, as long as he didn't have anything that helped him cover a larger area...Which might have just been solved.

He stared back at the massive tree behind him, the raven tower coated a dark blue by the gentle moonlight bouncing off the midnight dew. He raised his leg, thrusting it against the wide base. The ground shook as wood fragments traveled the air, the massive log plit apart by the mighty blow. Arms quickly wrapped around the colossal structure, fingers digging deep into the bark, muscles bulging as the tree was lifted off its base with an orchestra of rustling leaves, the massive log comically leaning on the boy's shoulder. The cloaks stopped stopped on their tracks, whatever was on their minds was concealed by their helmets.

"Let's dance."

Charlie's feet sunk deeper into the soil as he slowly swung the tree like a massive bat, sweeping everything on his peripheral from many meters away. One of the invaders managed to jump out of the way, pushing through the oncoming twigs and leaves, as for the others, the dry thud of wood striking metal was all that the Phoenix needed to hear. As the cloak landed on the ground, they were suddenly struck from the opposite direction. The earth trembled as Charlie released his grip on the trunk, he was glad the move was effective, for all he knew, tree could've phased through the cloaks, that said, taking risks was the reason he'd yet to meet his doom in this hellhole of a city.

The joy of victory was awfully short-lived, an amber glow he'd been too occupied to notice prior had caught his attention. "...Bolt?" Seeing the man enveloped in raging flames was hardly a rare sight, but their current size and brightness were at a previously unseen level, normally such sight would not elicit concern, but the man in the middle of the raging inferno didn't look like he was in control, the way the flames licked at the sorrounding nature, engulfing it with never-ending hunger...that level of recklessness was beyond that of the young Beckman.

"BLITZ!" Ignoring the turmoil of the battlefield, the boy rushed to his friend's side, but the extremely intense heat was enough to stop him just a few meters away. His eyes hid from the blinding radiance behind his arms. This was real bad, he lacked the means to aid Boltius from afar, and he could only approach the man for an extremely brief moment without suffering major damage.

"You'll put everyone in danger if you dont stop! Please douse the flames!"

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YONG-YUT SOMSRI
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
Time:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
The Kings // Group 2
THE FOURTH SEAL
Yong-Yut was promptly turned away, now equipped with an ugly, sharp blade in her grip. “Good luck,” she called to Hector’s back. There wasn’t a response; he’d already run too far to hear her. Resigned, her eyes found the cloaked invaders beyond her, narrowing imperceptibly. Were they multiplying, or was she just already tired of this? She hoped for the latter. Letting out a long sigh, cloth weaved itself around the metal instrument, absorbing it into the fabric.

Before she could send the blade out in a striking wave of cloth, she was stopped by a startling sound.

The sharp "shlink" of the metal piercing skin was buried beneath the cacophony of the battle. What she did hear, however, was the low rumble of the ground quivering beneath her.

Yong-Yut’s head whipped around to look at Sura, catching sight of both the fighting royalty and the— bright glow of flames?

Not just flames.

“Boltius!”

Yong-Yut launched the cloth-wrapped metal towards a saw-wielding invader, piercing through them and hooking on their insides before they could slash into her first. The body was tossed into the figures behind them and immediately disregarded as she startled into a dash.

Charlie was there before her, but the way he lingered at the edge of the flames said that he couldn’t help. “Temperer!” Fabric darted from her back and grabbed onto Boltius’ frame. “Fuck,” she whispered as the burning flames already threatened to ignite the fire-resistant cloth. As much as she prepared for the Beckmans, there was no cloth in the world that could take the heat of the sun forever. She whipped towards Charlie. “Lake, quick!”

Her footsteps followed behind Charlie’s in a race against the burn, Boltius’ body juggling between two cloth hands like a game of hot potato. They weaved between both cloaks and trees as the textile finally burst into flames and crawled down the makeshift arms, stretching out to wrap its fiery grasp around Yong-Yut’s body.

But just as the flames reached her back— that was when they slid to a stop in front of the crystalline surface of what could be a savior. Boltius was catapulted into the water with no thoughts; only a large splash and the high-pitched hissing and bubbling of the lake boiling into steam.

The flames on Yong-Yut’s clothes put out on their own; the question was if the lake was enough to put out the ones that engulfed the dying spark.



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Musai
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
The Kings and their Inner Circles
THE FOURTH SEAL

Everything was moving too fast.

Between the battle, the flames, and Sura’s unhinged laughter echoing across the burning trees, Musai was pissed. He didn’t mind chaos—it was in his blood, the kind of thing he thrived in. But this? This was out of hand.

Then, he saw him.

BB was burning.

Not the way he usually burned, not in that hotheaded, cocky way that made him look untouchable. This was bad. Flames out of control, devouring everything, even him.

Musai cursed under his breath, pushing past the instinct to clutch his ribs. Injuries could wait. BB couldn't.

He barely caught Chughie’s voice, yelling something—didn’t matter what. The homie was panicking. Musai’s focus snapped straight to the lake ahead, where Yong-Yut had just flung Boltius’ flaming body into the water.

Smart.

But not enough.

Musai moved lightning-fast, he closed the distance, skidding to a stop at the lake’s edge just as the water hissed, roiling and bubbling from the intense heat radiating off BB’s body. The surface glowed, steam rising in thick clouds, blurring the battlefield.

He’s still burning.

Musai clicked his tongue. They didn’t have time for this.

“Fuck it.”

Then, he inhaled.

It started slow. A deep, forceful breath that tugged at the flames still clinging to the lake’s edge, drawing them towards him. The embers scattered along the ground were next, swirling into the vacuum of his lungs.

Then came the big one.

The lake ignited.

Steam churned violently, spiraling upward, twisting into the flames that refused to die—until suddenly, they bent toward him, drawn in like smoke through a collapsing tunnel.

Musai took it all.

The heat. The fire. The suffocating, scorching air.

He swallowed it.

The lake went dark and the air cooled.

When Musai exhaled, smoke curled from his lips, thick and lazy. His shoulders relaxed, but only for a second before he turned to the water, scanning for BB.

“C’mon, BB...” His voice was sharp, but not unkind. "Not now. Not like this..."


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  • ELEMENT LIBERATION
    SCENE:
    New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
    TIME:
    February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
    LOCATION:
    Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
    PARTICIPANTS:
    Group 1
    THE FOURTH SEAL
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    The cat-woman reeled from Daigo’s backhand, her head snapping to the side as a spray of blood—her own—flew from her lips. But if Daigo expected her to be stunned, he was sorely mistaken.

    She landed lightly on all fours, laughing—a low, growling sound. She wiped the blood from her chin with the back of her hand, smearing red across her cheek, and grinned.

    "That almost hurt," she purred.

    She surged forward, blindingly fast, claws slicing the air in rapid arcs. She was upon him again. She swiped left, then right, apparently intent on shredding him to ribbons—but in truth she was herding him. Guiding him. And then—

    CLANK!

    The bear trap snapped shut.

    A shriek ripped through the air as her foot was caught between jagged steel. The trap’s serrated teeth tore into her calf, pinning her in place.

    Her furious eyes snapped toward Boba, then Daigo.

    "You little—!"

    But before she could finish, an arrow whistled through the air—Boba’s shot, aimed at the bespectacled scientist’s syringe, had gone wide. Now, it was sailing directly toward the cat-woman’s head.

    Her instincts kicked in. With an animalistic snarl, she twisted her body, avoiding a direct hit—but at the cost of throwing herself further onto the bear trap's unyielding teeth.

    She howled in pain, rage overtaking strategy.

    Snarling, she grabbed the edges of the trap with her claws, prying it open just enough to wrench her leg free. Blood poured from the wound, but she didn’t care.

    "You BASTARDS—!"

    She lunged again, her movements wilder now, more frenzied, more desperate. She was injured, but she wasn't slowing down.

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    The woman took a single step back as Christina burst into flame, her entire form consumed by roaring heat. The snakes recoiled instinctively, hissing and writhing away from the searing heat, their forked tongues flickering with distress.

    "Interesting," the woman murmured, her calm exterior cracking just slightly.

    Then, a quiet voice cut in.

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    "Not to worry! I have just the thing right... Here!"

    With practiced precision, the scientist produced another vial from her coat. She raised the vial in her grasp and threw it. The glass shattered against her own ally's leg. The indigo liquid within splashed out—but it did not burn. Instead, it clung to the snake-woman’s clothing, her skin, and most importantly—her snakes.

    The moment the substance touched them, their scales shimmered, the iridescence shifting from deep purple to a dull, matte gray.

    Flame-retardant.

    The elegant woman’s smirk returned.

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    "Oh, darling," she cooed, stepping forward again. Her snakes no longer recoiled. They moved with renewed confidence, twisting and undulating, ready to strike.

    "Let's see if you still burn as bright when I squeeze the oxygen out of you."

    Then, with a flick of her wrist, her snakes lashed out, faster than before, lunging at Christina in a coordinated strike. Some aimed for her limbs, seeking to coil and constrict—to choke the flames before they could spread.

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    Jericho barely had time to get Milo onto his shoulder before another wave of green ooze exploded toward them.

    At the same time, the hastily conjured towel plummeted onto the tall man's form, covering his upper body in a thick, weighted mass.

    There was a pause.

    Then, a low chuckle.

    With a lazy flick of his wrist, the slime that coursed across his body absorbed the towel, crushing and dissolving the fibers within itself in mere seconds.

    "That was cute," he remarked.

    Then, his hand shot out—and the ooze followed.

    A thick tendril lashed toward Jericho and Milo, aiming to snag them both at once.

 
Shishido Takakazu
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Purgatory || King's Chamber
DATE:
February 28th, 2023
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiachi @miki Cerberus Haze- Haze- Stratsimir Breadman Breadman
The Fourth Seal


A dust of the shoulder tossed some loose dirt into the ground. A huff came from Roach's nose as he adjusted his collar, shirt and suit now sullied with brown stains. He looked downwards in annoyance, “The hell was their problem?” He asked with an annoyed sneer.


From within the ground, two pairs of black armor-clad legs stuck out like a pair of carrots, stiff as steam pooled out from the impact point, the faint sizzle of heat.


“Sheesh,” Roach complained, turning around as he walked through the forest, looking around as he wandered through the forest, “Can't believe this thing. I better not eat any weird mushrooms…” He mumbled as he wandered along with a casual gait. The sounds of battle roared around him, flashes of light brushed across his face, and bursts of wind caused his hair to rustle along.


He looked in the direction of the fighting with a plain deadpan look, “Guess it's that way, huh?”


Without much fanfare he made his way over. He didn't really pay much attention to the ongoing violence, he barely seemed to have a presence. The whizz of a tree flew next to his head as he patted down his suit, digging to find a strip of gum to toss into his mouth, keeping it moving.


It wasn't long, until a lot of having to move out of the way of tossed bodies and close calls of being dragged into the ongoing battle. He raised a hand like a visor over his eyes with a blink as he leaned forward.


“Ah, there they are,” he said casually. Sliding down a small hill as he jogged over to the familiar faces, “Hey! Damn, you guys were hard to find!” He made his way over to Hiachi and Cerberus, only slowing when he caught a glance of the hulking man who was with them.


“Oh,” almost on reflex Roach bowed his head towards him, “You helped them out, right? Thank you very much,” he expended the courtesy toward Stratsimir, before gesturing to the pair with a smile, “I'll take care of it for here though, these two are good friends of mine…Oh, yeah.”


He stopped for a moment before sticking a hand into his pocket within his suit and producing a card, it was a simple company ID, showing his name and face and an awkward looking stare. Takakazu Shishido, Sourcing Specialist at Perphonic LLC, it was a large accounting company underneath the Tiger's umbrella.


He was just a desk jockey?


“Hey Cerb, go ahead and get back to Dante will ya?” Roach said, looking towards the shadow as he put his ID away, “Dan the man is probably already going through some type of character arc without you. He might start walking around with an arm wrapped in bandages or something soon.”


Without much ceremony upon seeing Hiachi again, his hand reached forward to grab the girl by the collar of her hoodie, the pair’s art style immediately changing simplistic and chibi-fied.


“I'll be taking this.” He said. And before anyone could object he had already started to jog away, carrying Hiachi like a suitcase and he was about to miss his plane, leaving a cloud of dust at his feet.


There was a long time of Roach running, making all types of twists and turns through the winding forest, before he abruptly stopped.


“...How do we get outta here?” A gray shadow went over Roach's face as his hue turned monochrome, a deadpan stare forward.


He raised Hiachi up, holding him in front of her like she was some type of doll.


“Oh legendary relic of the Ito-clan, please light the way forward!” He shouted, before pointing forward with a finger, “Haaaah!”


…


A stale breeze passed by, a plain look on Tak's face as he slowly put Hiachi down onto her feet, before placing a hand into his face as his face reddened with embarrassment, “Why the hell did I think that would work?”





 
HECTOR MOSES
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Sura
THE FOURTH SEAL
”This was long overdue.”

Hector took a step back after drawing the blade back out, watching as the King turned to face him. There was no going back now. No more pretending. If he wasn’t able to finish the job now he never would. He lifted the blade, drops of Sura’s blood flying off with the momentum, but before he could swing he stumbled off-balance, and instinctively put his arm down to steady himself.

”I serve the Phoenixes before anyone else…”

He was forced to retreat as the ground shifted apart, sticking to the piece of land that seemed least likely to split, though in this state he couldn’t launch another attack.

”...And you are no Phoenix. This is for the good of the gang.”

The ground shifted again, and Hector was helpless to the amount of control Sura had over the terrain. While he was struggling not to be flung to the ground, his foe approached from above.

Metal erupted from the side of Hector’s face and neck just in time to deflect the sword downwards, where it slashed across his chest and knocked Hector down, the pain taking his breath away. From the ground, he kicked a leg up, ruining his already tattered boot with another spike pointing out from his foot, hoping to jab any part of Sura it could meet. He held his arm’s blade out defensively to meet any further sword strikes. He had to escape the vulnerable position he had found himself in.

 
Christina Winchester
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis S2 - A4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Numerous Members of Every Gang
THE FOURTH SEAL - GROUP 1
Huh. Flame-retardant in a vial. Neat.

"...You know, I've never really tested my abilities against treated materials." she stated aloud, as the snake woman moved closer. As they started to strike at her, attempting to wrap around her limbs and potentially her body, she simply smiled instead. "Got a name? Guessing its something creative. I was thinking maybe Medusa, but that seems a bit... on nose."

Everything has a burning point. Even flame-retardant materials. She'd just have to meet that point with the heat she was generating, and she had two more levels to go. The problem was, the hotter she got, the less control she had until she cooled off. She didn't want to hurt the others.

She continued to dodge the snake woman's attacks, gently gliding aside as she hovered maybe an inch or two off the floor. They grew closer and closer to her, attempt to latch on and wrap around her, but she persisted. Eventually, she decided to try something more offensive. She waved a hand before her, and an intense jet of fire erupted forth. The snakes were bathed in flames, which ended up passing over some of them and hitting their origin. That'd probably scare her at least, if nothing was lit on fire.

A ball of fire was manifested in her off hand, which she hurled at her attacker as well, for insurance, before she summoned another in her right hand. This ball was aimed at a different person in the room. The lady that had intervened in their fight.

"SHE WINDS UP FOR THE PITCH! LOOKS LIKE SHE'S GOING FOR A REALLY SPICY FASTBALL, LADIES AND GENTS!" she called out, mimicking the movements of a professional baseball pitcher. Then, she hurled the fireball directly towards the other woman. If the ball itself didn't hit her, the blast from it hitting the ground probably would.

She then felt it, the snakes passing through the flames of her lower leg and midsection. They passed cleanly through, as if she weren't solid at all anymore. She then looked back to the snake woman and grinned wildly. "Hah!" she laughed, straightening up and moving to point her hands towards the snake woman. This time, two jets of fire erupted from her hands, like she was wielding a pair of flamethrowers.

IMMOLATOR - STAGE ONE ACTIVE. APPROACHING STAGE TWO - 50%. NINE MINUTES UNTIL COOLDOWN.​

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Hiyma
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Akamozu King Crimson King Crimson , Henry @Coyote Hart Group 5
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]

Hiyma couldn't help be roll her eyes when she heard Jun call her Mini-Rev but she wasn't in the position to be talking as she heard the sound of the body hitting the spiked shadows that shielder her head, she backed away from her shaded cover in order to get a decent view of her handiwork. The masked being was left impaled, and with the amount of force they fell it should of surely killed them, but before she could go on to focus on helping out Shrike the body moved. Hiyma was a bit surprised by this considering that should of definitely killed them, she initially thought that these were possibly biological beings with their pain receptors shut off. But it seemed that there was more to these things than she initially suspected, ordinarily she would take this as an opportunity to experiment. Were they really a biological being, a machine, perhaps a bit of both? maybe the product of persons potential, it was fascinating. But as much as she wanted these questions answered she had no time to actually play with them, she needed to help out Jun and Henry, and she genuinely did like Jun despite how annoying he can be at times. She needed to deal with threat in front of her before assisting the other two, so she shouted to Jun and Henry saying "Just hold them off, and don't take any unnecessary risks unless it's to protect each other!".

She needed a moment of no distractions so that she could fully focus on their adversary, and sending a cold glare to their masked combatant which would cause an ordinary person to hesitate, but she knew these beings wouldn't be deterred in the least. But regardless she was now completely focused, these creatures were cold, calculating and single minded from what she seen, they wanted to take them down and they are very straight forward any sense of self-preservation was not considered a factor in their decision making and anything that gets in their way seemed to be a simple obstacle or a minor inconvenience. They were going to advance to her using the most logical direct pathway they can take, and that shall be used to their detriment, instead of backing away Hiyma held her ground tilting her head at the Specter as they made their advance towards her. It seemed that simple flesh wounds wouldn't cut it, best course of action would perhaps be to shred the target to pieces. Without any warning shadow tendrils rose from the ground with intent to impale the Masked Assailant, dodging was expected, tanking hits that wouldn't impeded their advance towards her was to also be expected. The problem with calculated movements was that they could be calculated, and which had it's own wave of predictability, there wasn't an ounce of doubt nor fear in both her nor her assailant not that she would be able to see it anyways thanks to their mask, but that mattered little.

Hiyma watched the masked figure intently as they moved towards her and she created her own shadow tendril pathway in response one that they would need to go through in order to achieve their main objective of harming her. She meanwhile was simply watching, and waiting for them to get into a position that would make her next attack impossible to dodge and as soon as that moment came, she planned to have a tendril pop from either one of her other tendrils or the ground itself in order to impale them once again. But this time though she would quickly follow it up with other shadow tendrils in order to strike at it from multiple angles trapping it, and then she would shift the shadow tendrils in order to tear it apart into many different chunks of flesh that it couldn't possibly recover from. While she wasn't sure if just destroying the brain would put them down for good as of yet, she wasn't wanting to take chances at the moment as she wanted to end this as soon as possible, and sometimes brutality is the most effective form of doing it.
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