Fantasy No Mortals (Accepting new characters!)

[Rurnur]

Otrov stood up in his seat in and sniffed the air, detecting something familiar, something unsettling him, bringing back unwanted memories and feelings of rage. It was definitely.. dark matter, which meant that one of these contestants has been eating. He thought how dangerous this could be, there was no reason why a demon couldn't infiltrate this tournament, beat down all of the Immortals, and then devour the remaining contestants while they're exhausted from fighting, followed by the crowd, of course. But as long as his team was here, there'd be no chance of that happening, and he had a gut feeling which fighter it was who's soul was filled up with darkness.


He folded his arms and took his seat again, looking down and wondering when they'd start fighting, up until someone asked if the fight can begin. He frowned and wondered why it was up to him, then shook his hand around, getting the energy flowing, then snapped his fingers, sending out a small explosion of Aether, which acted enough like a firework that they'd accept it as the start of a round.


@shadowz1995 @overlordfangirl

 

[Petroshka]

Acantha and crew arrived at about the same time as Otrov did, she decided to wait and see/document all the immortals that would decide to fight. during the time of waiting her string is at just about everywhere in the station gathering info to blackmail some of the populace for her own use. as the first tournament is about to start she walks to the stands while the ship pretty much became a UAV and is now starting to record.


@Trust @Sagittarius @Rurnur

 

[St. Boethius]

Nanautzin had rested in a near hibernation like state as he traveled to the tournament. He wanted to bring his soul back to peak condition before his next fight. That avatar he had consumed didn't house a soul but did have quite a bit of soul energy that he had gorged on. It raised his power without tainting his soul.... He thinks. It wouldn't be the first time he's consumed a soul but he wasn't close to turning into a demon. Nanautzin never really did pay attention to it. He spent most of his time nurturing his children the Parn to consider the state of his soul. Nanautzin had changed from his ancient way of dressing into something more... appropriate in his mind. Certainly more comfortable.


Nanautzin walked the station for a bit until he found the place for sign ups. " My name is Nanautzin. I am here to participate. Do you know who my opponent might be?"


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[shadowz1995]

The warrior took in his opponent with years of combat prowess and wisdom. Fellos lived for the fight and he could tell the tendencies of a fighter as soon as he laid eyes on them. His opponent didn't seem like the type who would (or could) defend directly from a full physical attack. His body language said that when faced with overwhelming force, he was the type to get out of the way counter attack from the flank. He may not be completely correct all the time but the general feeling Fellos got from enemies was usually spot on.


The grip on his sword only tightened as his excitement and anxiety piled up. He was like a dog on a chain with a slab of delicious bloody meat dangling just out of his reach. All he needed was the....


BANG!





.....signal. The would-be demon surged forward with surprising speed despite his size and was aiming for a direct frontal attack. "Give me a good fight boy!" The warrior roars as he lifts his blade and brings it down in a vertical strike, aiming to split his opponent in two should he not defend or evade in some manner or another. Mid-swing, Fellos doubled the density and weight of the great sword which made it feel more like a warhammer. The strike would cause the weapon to crash into the ground and Fellos planned to use the increased weight of the sword to swing like a pendulum on the sword's hilt. Much like a stripper does on her pole. The attack doubled as a full frontal attack and a pursuing strike should the opponent try to dodge anywhere within a 6 foot radius of where the blade embeds itself into the ground.

 

[Baron]

Asterot had managed to create another avatar of himself, slightly stronger than the last one. While he most likely wouldn't be able to create another one for a large amount of time, the main body had left it's comet and was off absorbing nutrients from a far off planet in order to make up for the energy loss. At the moment the Avatar was watching a battle unfold between a being that smelled much like himself and a mouse head-wearing man who's visage seemed to vibrate every so often, though then again that might just be Asterot's gut feeling.

 

[BunBun]

Dylan watched cautiously on his opponent. Sizing him up. Besides the erratic vibe he got, he took notice of his blade and his build. He was skilled and most likely to gun for frontal attacks. This was going to be tough. His best choices were evasive maneuvers and long range attacks. That would be alright. He had the weaponry to do so. What he lacked in experience, he made up in strategies and tactics. The sound of a what he deemed a firecracker brought him back to his current affairs and he readied himself for his opponent.


The man roared something along the lines a Viking would say. The vibrations were even more horrid than the body vibrations. He was no longer human or Immortal. He slightly question his ability to defeat them but too late now. He would die trying. True to Dylan's prediction, this "Crimson" guy had charged him. He was about to evade when a slight shift in his weapon's pitch made him take a chance and point his guns to the ground and fire. Dylan flew straight up into the air in time to see the man embed the weapon and kick 180 where he had last been.


Shit, he was in for it. Dylan shot another blast to his right and landed where the man had once was. His fingers trembled on the trigger. How was he going to defeat this opponent? While he thought of ways, he purposefully shot a few sound blasts in the man's general direction. He should at least keep the man as far away as possible until a chance for a direct hit would surface.


@shadowz1995

 

[Rurnur]

Averting his eyes from the contestants about to clash, he eyed the older man who had approached him. Was this truly an ancient Immortal? He didn't detect massive power, but there was a hint of darkness in his soul. Who knows, perhaps he ate souls in the past, but it was definitely enough to put him on the list of most dangerous beings. "Well, you're the first to show up. So looks like it's you and me." Otrov lifted up his cap and stood to face the older gentleman. "Shall we move onto the next stadium? I believe all of them should be filled up by now".


@SleepyBuddha

 

[Petroshka]

Acantha drinking, something and was preparing for the show when the datapad she kept on her alerted her of a message. she looked at it and it said. "we would like to observe your abilities against other immortals. participate in this 'tournament'" she spit the drink onto an unlucky person in front of her. What?! Do they want the other immortals to know about her abilities?! shit, maybe i can use a few strings, but, they'll see the strings protecting me. ugh! She walked over to her 'dear' Otrov with a crooked/twitchy smile. "They want me to enter.."

 

[shadowz1995]

Dylan watched cautiously on his opponent. Sizing him up. Besides the erratic vibe he got, he took notice of his blade and his build. He was skilled and most likely to gun for frontal attacks. This was going to be tough. His best choices were evasive maneuvers and long range attacks. That would be alright. He had the weaponry to do so. What he lacked in experience, he made up in strategies and tactics. The sound of a what he deemed a firecracker brought him back to his current affairs and he readied himself for his opponent.
The man roared something along the lines a Viking would say. The vibrations were even more horrid than the body vibrations. He was no longer human or Immortal. He slightly question his ability to defeat them but too late now. He would die trying. True to Dylan's prediction, this "Crimson" guy had charged him. He was about to evade when a slight shift in his weapon's pitch made him take a chance and point his guns to the ground and fire. Dylan flew straight up into the air in time to see the man embed the weapon and kick 180 where he had last been.


Shit, he was in for it. Dylan shot another blast to his right and landed where the man had once was. His fingers trembled on the trigger. How was he going to defeat this opponent? While he thought of ways, he purposefully shot a few sound blasts in the man's general direction. He should at least keep the man as far away as possible until a chance for a direct hit would surface.


@shadowz1995

Hm...didn't expect him to go up. Craftier than I gave him credit for. The lycan warrior changed his blades density and pulled it out of the ground as if he was merely picking up a stick stuck in the dirt. While it made it easier than heaving the sword out of the ground, this also played a bit of a mind game. It made it look as if he could wield such a heavy sword with incredible ease. The grin that stretched across Fellos's face promised everything that Dylan was probably fearing at that moment. He gave the giant blade a one handed twirl before letting it rest easily across his shoulders. Crimson could see the boy's mind at work, trying to think of some kind of strategy.


In the mean time, the opponent fired off what appeared to be sound waves from his gun and the warrior decided to go for some intimidation. The kid had guts being here but nerves of steel was something he didn't have. He was nervous and Fellos could practically taste the anxiety leaking from his soul. Instead of dodging, Fellos turned his body into super dense, organic metal, allowing the sound waves to crash into him and do little more than vibrate his molecules slightly. Each step sounded like a jackhammer being dropped into the pavement as he approached the sound user with no signs of pain or wavering from the acoustic attacks. After the shots ceased, he reverted his body to normal and kept smiling that malicious grin, "You're clever boy but you're going to have to try much harder petty little sound waves if you think you are going to hurt me."

 

[St. Boethius]

Averting his eyes from the contestants about to clash, he eyed the older man who had approached him. Was this truly an ancient Immortal? He didn't detect massive power, but there was a hint of darkness in his soul. Who knows, perhaps he ate souls in the past, but it was definitely enough to put him on the list of most dangerous beings. "Well, you're the first to show up. So looks like it's you and me." Otrov lifted up his cap and stood to face the older gentleman. "Shall we move onto the next stadium? I believe all of them should be filled up by now".
@SleepyBuddha

Nanautzin merely smiled, " That would be wonderful please lead on." Nanautzin said gesturing as he did not know the lay out of this place. Nanautzin had made it a point to keep his soul hidden away and it's power minimal. This was to ease its burden of healing mostly and hopefully kept the darkness within away from untrained eyes. However this man was no one he would truck it would seem. Nanautzin could tell just by looking that this man was quite powerful. Possibly more powerful than the avatar he had just had the pleasure of consuming. Nanautzin already began looking the man over and thinking of battle plans.

 

[Loex Ibetink]

"Heh, sure you're strong. Maybe not smart, or charismatic, or physically strong. You have willpower and slight overconfidence in your ability." He giggled, shaking his head. "If you're so strong, you'd know without a plan you're nothing. If you're so strong you can't control your powers, you in turn, are weak." He shrugged, sitting down and whistled. "Well mister strong, I'll see you at the games, assuming of course you're man enough to come to them." He snickered and waved, jerking his left hand up as Itov lifted off, the tubular ship quickly launching upwards. "That a way!" Off Itov went, towards the tournament.


Once there, Loex skipped around, Itov following like a shadow. Despite the pain, and his now oddly disturbing look of some cultist angel, he served his Lord proudly. Loex looked around, giggling as he tried finding where he was supposed to sign up at. Preferably he'd not get killed. Maybe injured, but nothing eating a few mindless Hellequins wouldn't fix once he got back. Hell, he could just consume the souls from the celebration. Oh well, maybe he'd recognize someone. Oh wait...odd energy, and Nanutzin was here. At least the old guy made it. Without thinking, Loex made his way towards the odd energy, smiling beneath his skull mask. "G'day again, would you happen to know who's organizing the fights?" He twitched, head tilting slightly to play it off.


@Rurnur @Petroshka @SleepyBuddha (Seems you three are near each other anyways.) @Splat @Noivian @Seraph Darkfire (Since I did leave you guys on the planet )

 

[Baron]

Asterot cracked his neck, preparing for his upcoming battle, battling others might not be as fun as researching but that didn't mean it wasn't fun. As soon as he and his opponent were called, he slowly made his way to one of the empty battlefields and waited for them to walk into the battlefield. On the outside Asterot appeared to be completely laid back almost as if he was just strolling through the park. In reality, he was constantly thinking of ways he could use this battlefield to his advantage and which of his plans could work and which couldn't. Oh hey, that other guy who killed me before is here. As he was waiting he looked at others fighting and recognized one of the immortals fighting, he waved towards him, hoping to be noticed.


@SleepyBuddha @Petroshka

 

[Splat]

Vincent smiled as the Immortal boarded his craft to leave. By ploy of ignorance he tricked him into underestimating Vincent. After all, Vincent still had his presence under wraps. He may not be the strongest Immortal out there, but he was experienced in battle and with the use of his power in combat. After the ship took off, he turned to Nova and waited on her to decide what to do next. "Should we follow, or stay here and chat? Up to you. Sounds like there may be more Immortals and combat where he is headed, though." @Noivian​

 

[Rurnur]

Otrov nodded towards the man, staring coldly as he leapt up into the air, floating to the nearest stadium, which was already filled to the brim with an energetic crowd. Motioning for his opponent to join him, he landed softly on the dirt floor, raising his cap to take in the view of the stadium, the mortals shouting all around. He wondered what the audience was so excited about, they didn't even know his name. Rubbing his hands together, he shouted up to the other Immortal. "Are we ready? Make your move, Immortal."


@SleepyBuddha

 

[St. Boethius]

Nanautzin chuckled at the sound of roaring crowd. They didn't even know who either of them were yet they were so eager to watch the both of them fight. As Nanautzin prepared to jump down he noticed a familiar presence and locked onto what appeared to be another avatar. This one was waving at him. Seeing as he wasn't near his planet Nanautzin decided to play along and wave back before jumping down. Down there Nanautzin summoned forth his katana and placed it at his side in a drawing position. " If you have given me the first move I shall gladly take it." Nanautzin rushing forward, closing the gap between them in an instant, and performed a drawing strike aimed at his opponents side.


@Rurnur

 

[Petroshka]

Hearing the crowd roar gave Acantha a good idea of how many people where there. Who could she be fighting? As she walked into the arena invisible strings burst all around. a noticable few of the audience gasped as the person who blackmailed them entered the arena. She did a quick servey analyzing her surroundings. And her opponent he seemed threatening but laid back. Perhaps he was under estimating me? A ruse? Either way she wasnt going to underestimate him.


With a smile like always, "pleasure to be fighting you on this fine day" she said while bowing. Perhaps she should separate showing her abilities in tiers. Tier 1 she should only use one string, and if it doesnt work out tier 2 will be six strings and when worse comes fo worst she'll use all. But they'd see her automated 'absolute defense'.. She'd just have to try to not get hit.


@Baron

 

[Baron]

"The same to you." Asterot bowed to his opponent as he stealthily sent a plant vine into the ground underneath his foot. "I believe introductions might be in order. I am Asterot, nice to meet you." He said with a light nod to his opponent. Asterot was seizing up his opponent never missing a single single moment to observe the way she was holding herself and the way she looked at him. The ground is very advantageous towards me, I haven't seen what her ability is yet but she should reveal it soon.


@Petroshka

 

[Petroshka]

The arena isnt very suited for me.. "and you can call me, The Spider Queen. Shall we get this fight started?" As soon as she said that, Acantha walked casually toward her oppoent unholstering her pistol with quite the speed shooting at him. A few bullets hit but doesnt deter as the bullets arent made of soul energy.

 

[Baron]

Asterot was disappointed by his opponent's rudeness, and when she fired normal bullets at him without soul energy he was even more disappointed. After he allowed a few number of bullets hit him, they put a light dent in his physical body, not really harming him at all. "Is that all?" He started to provoke her, trying to get her to lose her cool and actually fight all out.


@Petroshka

 

[Rurnur]

Otrov held his ground and placed his hand tightly around the hilt of his blade, focusing his energy so that his sword was imbued with a layer of Aether, the energy that resided within his soul after receiving injections. Just as the Immortal charge towards him, with one swift motion, Otrov pulled his sword from it's sheath, slashed at his opponent's incoming blade with enough strength to, at least, allow it to slide off his sword and away from him. Simultaneously he pushed off the ground, up and back from the enemy's position.


@SleepyBuddha

 

[St. Boethius]

Nanautzin wasn't surprised to find his strike had been blocked. As quickly as he had attacked his katana was already back in its sheath. Nanautzin watched as his opponent landed a few feet away. This time Nanautzin drew his blade and imbued it with the power of his pestilence. The blade became covered in a miasma and the blades edge dripped with a myriad of different diseases. Now imbued with his energy Nanautzin once again moved to close the gap and strike.


As of yet this fight was going about as he had thought it would. His opponent seemed to be keeping his cards close to his chest so Nanautzin would mirror the gesture for the time being and see what his opponent is made of. However this opponent isn't some hot blooded youngster so like with the avatar Nanautzin was taking a cautious approach and keeping his eye out for anything looking like a surprise attack.


@Rurnur

 

[Rurnur]

After landing back on the ground, Otrov reset his fighting stance from his previous upward slash attack. The man was definitely intelligent, aggressive, but still holding his ground, leaving little room for him to take advantage. He quickly noticed as the Immortal showed his energy, and a sickly, disgusting energy it was. Disease? The energy of plague? Logic would say that he was the virus, and Otrov himself was the antidote, using his Chemical energy. But this was Immortal energy, he knew he wouldn't get off the hook that easy. He had to face the facts, first of all, he wasn't suited to one on one combat at all, and he is the most effective against greedy opponents who allow him an opening to get through for his poison attacks. He had to play to his strengths, and just like his opponent will, observe the enemy and find their weaknesses. From what he could theorise so far, they had similar abilities, that require a successful initial strike, which will then affect the enemy over time. This all seemed to boil down to a match of wits, of who will drop their guard first. He did have one advantage though, Otrov knew they were similar, but his opponent did not.


As soon as Nanautzin began his second advance, Otrov bent his knees, pushing off from the ground once again, with a front-facing flip. As his body turned in the air, he reached into his jacket with his left hand, and quickly removed his pistol from it's holster. He timed the movement precisely so the enemy wouldn't see him drawing the gun due to the flip, and so that the gun would be aiming at his opponent as soon as he was high enough in the air to be out of the range of his katana. 6 shots, each an inch-long dart, made of highly condensed chemical energy. If it was allowed to enter his opponent's soul, it would slowly begin to affect his speed and endurance. He didn't expect the shots to land, but they would definitely catch him off guard, hopefully putting a halt to any plans he had, and allowing for a follow-up attack.


@SleepyBuddha

 

[Petroshka]

Acantha advanced forward steadily while shooting, she soon quickly switched to her shotgun firing, again normal bullets but this time it has quite a bit of stopping power. unbeknownst to the immortal her invisible strings have had time to just about surround him, her smile grew as she got close with the immortal seemingly trying to mock her into attacking too early. "im secretly a mortal so shhh" she winked at him.


@Baron

 

[Baron]

As his opponent continued to shoot at him with normal bullets Asterot started to get a little tired of it. After he was shot by her shotgun he staggered backwards, surprised by the penetration-power of the bullets. His physical body had a few holes in it but his soul wasn't really effected. "Is this some kind of joke?" While she continued to shoot at him, he activated his counter-attack, imbuing four different medium-sized plants with his energy then spiking them up at her, aiming for her ankles and arm.


@Petroshka

 

[St. Boethius]

After landing back on the ground, Otrov reset his fighting stance from his previous upward slash attack. The man was definitely intelligent, aggressive, but still holding his ground, leaving little room for him to take advantage. He quickly noticed as the Immortal showed his energy, and a sickly, disgusting energy it was. Disease? The energy of plague? Logic would say that he was the virus, and Otrov himself was the antidote, using his Chemical energy. But this was Immortal energy, he knew he wouldn't get off the hook that easy. He had to face the facts, first of all, he wasn't suited to one on one combat at all, and he is the most effective against greedy opponents who allow him an opening to get through for his poison attacks. He had to play to his strengths, and just like his opponent will, observe the enemy and find their weaknesses. From what he could theorise so far, they had similar abilities, that require a successful initial strike, which will then affect the enemy over time. This all seemed to boil down to a match of wits, of who will drop their guard first. He did have one advantage though, Otrov knew they were similar, but his opponent did not.
As soon as Nanautzin began his second advance, Otrov bent his knees, pushing off from the ground once again, with a front-facing flip. As his body turned in the air, he reached into his jacket with his left hand, and quickly removed his pistol from it's holster. He timed the movement precisely so the enemy wouldn't see him drawing the gun due to the flip, and so that the gun would be aiming at his opponent as soon as he was high enough in the air to be out of the range of his katana. 6 shots, each an inch-long dart, made of highly condensed chemical energy. If it was allowed to enter his opponent's soul, it would slowly begin to affect his speed and endurance. He didn't expect the shots to land, but they would definitely catch him off guard, hopefully putting a halt to any plans he had, and allowing for a follow-up attack.


@SleepyBuddha

As Nanautzin rushed to attack his foe again he was pleased when he saw his opponent jump into the air again. With this he could attack while his opponents movements were hindered while falling. Nanautzin turned and prepared to attack. However Nanautzin got quite a surprise as he saw six projectiles filled with a..... ugh medicine energy? No that wasn't it. It certainly has a clean feel but also the potential for massive destruction. What ever this energy was Nanautzin needed to be very carefully with it.


Rather than pushing his planned attack Nanautzin used his blade to slash and dodge the bullets. Then Nanautzin retreated and began plotting his next attack. Nanautzin's energy began rolling off him and a viral membrane began forming at his feet.