Fandom Soul Eater: F.A.T.E

[Merciless Medic]

Sara MiddletonAnd some Dante
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Date: October 31, 2067
Location: Death Colosseum, Death City, Nevada
Interactions: Dante, Adrian
Mentions: Gauss, Noah, Arkayis, Elly, Kisei, Zosar, Wren, Gav, Feng, Wes, Aki, Dromas
Sir Les Paul Pumpkid

Aaaand here we go...

Honestly, she should have expected this. With her hold still on Dante's sleeve, it looked like she was holding back a dog on a leash from biting someone. She was more afraid of her mu-, weapon partner from getting kicked hard in the face.

Or, well, the equivalent to getting kicked in the balls, really. Maybe much worse.

She didn't want to have Dante lose whatever step he thinks he has on Adrian, but she also didn't want Dante to make a fool of himself in front of all these people watching. Quickly, she used her connection with him to talk to him.

'This guy is really good at close combat and he beat me in a cage match several months ago. He's not to be trifled with. He's just an AW, so please, transform. There are a lot of people watching us right now, and this is a free-for-all, the battles have already started.'

Maybe he'll listen?

But no, he doesn't.

Instead, he stared at Adrian for another moment before attempting a lunge, his resolve to fight Adrian mano e mano growing when she told him Adrian's an AW. She didn't let go of his sleeve, which meant Dante didn't even move when he tried to lunge. She kept an eye on Adrian as she spoke to Dante, pulling back on his sleeve as a split-second reaction to his lunge to keep him from getting too close. 'He plays unfair, his weapon form is an iron maiden which is why he can't be anything other than an AW, and he has cuffs to pull you in. You're too tall to transform inside the iron maiden, so please, fucking transform.'

Finally, in a slightly smooth movement thanks to relatively faster soul space communications from when Dante tried to lunge to Dante's decision being made (unfortunately, for him), she pulls him back as he transforms and goes in her hands, the halberd held in both hands as she felt her confidence rise. She felt his frustration, but gave a sigh as she jumped back to give herself some room against Adrian. 'Good, thank you. If you end up getting disqualified because you got tagged out, I'd have to do this alone.'

Hopefully, that would instill that Dante would be better off staying in Sara's hand.

Twirling the halberd in her hand, she rested her halberd against her back with one hand, the blades pointing towards the ground, eyes determined.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Adrian Hackney​

"The Maiden"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

Location Death City, Death Colosseum
Mission FATE Bracket, Deathfest Tournament
Status Focused

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Tags: Pumpkid Merciless Medic

It was somewhat ironic. Despite Sara being the werewolf, Adrian was the one with a toothy grin. It was true he came into this fight with some semblance of strategy, but at core, he couldn't help but get excited over a good fight. Before he even exerted himself, his heart was sending blood into his veins harder and faster than it did before most missions. It didn't just pump, it beat, and as it did, it shot through his body carrying copious adrenaline to every cell it could reach. Nothing that idiot weapon of hers had dampened this for him. Not in the slightest.

No... the laughing suns rays bouncing off the white stone tile of the arena only made him more excited. Even if some of it was blocked by the floating arena, it set the stage. The sound of metal clanging around him, shouts and grunts from all directions, souls flaring in a hundred different skirmishes. Every moment of this fight would be seen by tens if not thousands of people and all that meant to Adrian is he would get to see highlight reels later. It was a battle he could relive.

He had to make it a good one.

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His soul flared. Set ablaze not only through skill, but excitement. Despite all his eccentricities, Adrian had a fairly regular soul. Light blue, human, a stable hitodama. It wasn't until it flared like now that his wavelength came out. A vile thing, rapid and veiny, one that not only matched his excitement, but was almost raspy. Like a dying man gasping for breath. It couldn't be called weak, just bleak. Abysmal. A reflection of the pain it could enhance, if touched. Dante was unfamiliar with it, but Sara wasn't.

A soul is a mercurial thing. It can change over time. It is, after all, a mere reflection of the person it belongs to. Sara, perhaps by scent, perhaps by her intuition, she could sense that slight change. A soul that had softened. One that became less coarse. One that had let another one in. She knew what the soul of a lone wolf looked like, and Adrian was no longer that. While she might have been staring down a beast terrifying spikes, there was at least the hint that Dani had changed something within him. He wasn't the same boy she met in Lot C all those months ago.

In the moment, that fact didn't matter.

With her bestial instincts, Sara had intuition for far more than minor shifts in the soul of an acquaintance. Aside from the program, she mostly knew him from Zosar, in truth. Right now, what she saw in both his eyes, that toothy grin, and the excitement coursing through him... was a predator. That's exactly what he was. He sought out her. He hunted her down. And, instead of striking when she was easy prey, he even waited for her weapon to transform. His pride convinced him she would be too easy of prey without Dante, and Dante wasn't even registering as a meal. Only together, it seemed, could they satiate this hunger for battle.

Given the short time and the intensity of the moment, she probably couldn't appreciate why it was that he was so excited to fight. There was a reason for it. Despite what Nadia might have thought best, he was still more often than not assigned to teams with her and Dani. There hadn't been another blow up like the one in New York nor had his Madness returned, but his harsh words still left a poor impression on an already cold woman. Whatever the reason, it meant he was almost always outclassed. Only rarely was his wavelength of great use and any time combat might challenge him, Nadia could more easily overpower it.

In short, it was rare he got the chance for a half-decent fight. Sara being in front of him might as well have been a three course meal served to him on a silver platter after being starved of a good fight for so long. Now he got to stand outside of the shadow of the colossus.

Adrian burst forward in a dash of impressive speed. As established in their last round, Sara might have had the advantage in agility and acrobatics, but Adrian was faster on foot and in close range. He intended to use that to his advantage. More so, he didn't intend on letting her have that halberd as any type of advantage in range. He intended to get in close, get in fast, and stay on her. There was no tricky move, no feint, no attempt to throw her off her edge. Not like he had done previously. This was his raw speed lunging forward, in fact even shortening his extended spikes to just about four inches, with the intent of getting his hands literally on her as close as possible.

If she was going to hold Dante behind her back in the beginning of the fight, his target was going to be the shoulder of the arm she held him with. He launched his hand in a quick grabbing motion, though such would be both a grab and a stab due to his spike if it landed, but nonetheless it started the fight out with Sara on the defense. Worse, she could see he had improved since their last fight while she had to adapt to another new weapon. If Dante didn't start her off on the backfoot, that last fact sure did.

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Eloise Keegan - Death Coliseum, Death City
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'I agree. I was more suggesting we try to get the drop on him,' Elly clarified, though it still wasn't an optimal plan. While they were arguably the best suited to a sneak attack, they would still be relying on the other assailants keeping the trio's attention. It was one of the circumstances Elly's soul unfortunately became a problem. Like Stein had pointed out, she wasn't all that suited to suppression given the reliance on her soul's natural properties.

However, Kisei's suggestion did bring a smile to her face. 'That's not very fair... I love it,' She chimed back.

Feng's opponent appeared to be an annoying one as well, so a perfect opportunity to get in her good graces. She was sure no one particularly wanted to deal with Gauss, either. However, that also meant she had to make sure that Feng stayed in the fight. One annoying opponent was enough, but Gav also seemed to be heading in that direction.

'Why stop at one?' Elly hummed with a mischievous grin, her eyes clearly following the duo before taking off after them as they moved in Feng's direction.

Elly was worried Gav was intending to jump Feng, but as she drew closer, it seemed more like he was aiming for their opponent as well, making this much easier. The others could use their muscle, but Elly was more than okay with playing like a rat. Diplomacy, and then pick people off. The rest could be mad if they wanted, but from the looks of it, there were more than a few of the same mind. Gav himself and a couple others hesitated, and she certainly saw Zosar and Wren playing the waiting game.

"Oh, Gavril~" Elly's voice sounded as she started to close the distance on him, still prepared in case he decided to strike first and ask questions later. "Care for a proposition?" She asked, pausing only briefly for him to process she wasn't attacking. "A battle royale is all well and good, but given there are certain people the rest of us can't do anything about, I think we should get them out first, no? The quartet is one of the few here that can actually hit the cackling rich boy over there, after all," She added, making her insinuation of helping Feng's team to then target Gauss's fairly clear.

"Truce?"

Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper

 

[The Regal Rper]

Gav | Death Festival/ Tournament

He didn't really need to think that much on the decision here, not that he trusted Elly and Kisei to have his back fully through most of the battle royale. Gav knew Kisei, and if Elly was using the battle royale to get assistance picking people off he could see the double cross plainly. Granted it wasn’t like Melissa and him wouldn't dissolve their agreement when it came time. He knew Melissa well enough to read her. He didn't know Elly at all beyond what Noah shared about her.

So, clearly he wasn't about to put too much weight on that one theory Noah had when he'd asked about Elly- there'd be just too much to question about DWMA as a whole if they were permitting actual serial killers or psychos into the program anyway.

Austin however did weigh in here that removing Gauss would make things easier, shifting Gav’s mind to the main point. Utility Meisters were a pain in the ass, those like Feng with her assembly of partners with a Unique wavelength would be a bit tough to fight when they couldn't use Resonance techniques. Gauss just happened to have an arsenal of stuff that made him even more trouble by comparison. No doubt he had kept that in mind joining this so likely had tricks, given he had already gotten a hit on one of the people going after him and was easily holding his own against the others. They could deal with Kisei and Elly. He'd keep an eye out for any subterfuge while Gav focused on the fighting.

“Truce.” He nodded. Though his guard didn't entirely drop, nor did he get any closer to either Elly or Kisei. Austin's blade was gold in color. The whole weapon was in fact gold, maybe it was a coating like some actual weapons had for aesthetic appearances, maybe it wasn't, but it clearly looked gold. A similar colored chain connected to another blade, each sat in the grip of Gav’s hands and glinted slightly off the raining sunlight. “What can you tell me about his abilities? I know about his weapon partners already and their elements but what details do you have about him aside from his metal manipulation. Range, limits? ” He cut it there, giving her a chance to inform him, he didn't really talk to Kisei or Elly but he did talk to Noah.

Gav knew Elly had been on the same team with Gauss before, he knew Kisei was a mentor and generally what that tended to lead to for mentor agents participating in FATE and getting paired up with someone given he had been assisting people in the program who were presently in the same boat but had opted out of the bracket. What he was gauging here was how much info they were going to provide him if they wanted this truce to work. Right now he was testing them to see if they would give him good information to work with or if they would feed him bits.

Still though he waited patiently.

All they could see at the moment was just him being cautious, but it was a battle royale, so that was just generally expected. Especially when some people seemed to be playing it smart and watching the fight on the sidelines for the remnants to pick off or people to timely attack like Melissa had taken advantage of.

Mentions: n/a

Interactions: Sir Les Paul EmperorsChosen

 

[Sir Les Paul]

LOCATION—Death Colosseum, Death City, Nevada
DATE—10/31/20267 | Monday
TIME—N/A

Truce? Absurd. Things could never be that easy.

Right as Gavril thought it wise to ask about abilities - as if Elly or Kisei would know any more than himself - a new opponent entered the arena. Or, more accurately, the attacks from a new opponent.

Veritable Hellfire in the form of hundreds of spiritual projectiles rained down on Elly and Gavril, though they were very clearly more focused on the latter. Elly was simply in the splash zone. The background noise that was the constant battles around them hid the initial volley well enough. It was no mystery what was going on; these were rounds created from some type of gun-type Demon Weapon. The sheer volume of them, however, was enough to make Aki envious. Or, excited; it was always hard to tell with her.

"Oh Gaaaaaaaav," wailed a voice from the origin of the bullet storm, "you weren't going to go this whole tournament without saying hello, were you?" Accusatory, teetering on teasing, but a voice Gavril knew all too well. One he could immediately identify.

His crazy ex, Roderick, and apparently his new Demon Weapon. A duo that met over their shared disdain of Midori, ironically, after the Paean Program. More irony being that he apparently couldn't recognize Kisei in his knew weapon forms. Part of his therapy and return to the program was satisfying a court ordered restraining order then willingly keeping his distance from Gavril afterward. The Deathfest tournament appeared to be an exception to that rule. That, or Roderick just didn't care.

Figuring out the nuances of the situation certainly was hard when he didn't let up on the trigger of his literal fucking Gatling gun for a weapon. At the very least, Gavril knew what Roderick was mostly capable of. A ranged weapons specialist with an anti-magic wavelength. Other mysteries, like if the man was still a deranged, hyperfixated stalker and just what his Demon Weapon was capable of aside from bullet spray were left entirely in the air.

EmperorsChosen The Regal Rper

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[The Regal Rper]

Gav | Death Festival/ Tournament

There was a shift in the atmosphere as he had been speaking with Elly on the truce, and that shift came from Austin. An emotional trigger, a spike of annoyance and alert rising. That one nonverbal signal alone had his wavelength spike up and already increased his Amplification before he even consciously did it. Instinct kicked in more from his past training. The Assassin Arts taught in detail that every second was crucial, and Gav was making use of that philosophy as his body was already preparing for movement.

Austin's warning hit him before the wave of fire could hit either him or Elly. It left a short time to make a decision, which in real time didn’t leave much option at all. Between Elly and Gav, Gav was the superior speedster, alone, it would have gone to Kisei. The truth was however that neither Elly or he could clear this attack in such short notice. It might have differed, funnily, if it were regular bullets since spiritual projectiles were generally far faster than regular gunfire.

Ego in the past would have him downplay it as a minor setback, he wasn't doing any of that here.

The moment Austin's message had reached him Gav capitalized on one card he had not played fully, his Amplification. Even through his conversation with Elly he had been amplifying the entire time, just not immediately using it yet. Since Paean had taught him a lot about how to not waste his energy, like how he had done with Kisei in their spar on Dall Island; Austin was sharp and clear cut in his explanation also. To Gav he painted an immediate picture of what exactly was coming and the direction, all in just a few choice words through their link granting him plenty of time to still react in the real world. Gav put that to action immediately. He managed to clear the main focus of the attack but not the splash zone, and so still got caught, just with less of the weight of the attack on him.

This was where Austin's chains came in handy. They had been wrapped around Gav's forearms loosely the entire time already. Austin’s quick thinking and creativity with his weapon form showed here. Much like Kisei could now extend his form to make gauntlets for Elly, Austin did this with his chains. The metal was already coiled around his partner's arms, all he had to do was tighten the gaps while extending the length of chain from both his blades as Gav was moving and as he stopped to protect himself from the wave of firepower. Turning them into makeshift gauntlets that would keep both arms protected in his invulnerable links like makeshift armor. This didn't impede Gav’s movement either, as Austin accounted for that too. By the time they were caught in the attack, Gav’s arms to the elbow were fully protected, and all he had to do was use Austin's blades and chains as his defense.

The second he was caught, Gav immediately turned into a ball by crouching low. Defending his knees with his chain covered arms and using the wide flat blades to protect his face and body, sure it wasn't 100% perfect but the worst damage he could take was greatly minimized now by the action.

That was where he heard his name, and more importantly recognized the voice.

Elly might have been too preoccupied about not getting hit to notice, Gav however wasn't. Behind the shield of his blades, he rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who that was.

“Some hello this is you asshole!” He snapped back. “The fuck are you even doing here man? You can't say hi from that distance and not shoot me too?”

‘Someone I should know?’

‘Clingy ex.’

‘Ah’, was all Austin said in reply and immediate understanding.

Since Roderick wasn't letting up on the attack anyway and Gav had no intention of waiting to find out, he did a quick mental run. There was no cover nearby in this Colosseum space to get behind aside from other people who were either too far away or far enough away engaged in their own fights to not be as easily accessible without leaping into their battles. What he really needed to do was close the gap. He knew a skilled shooter like Rod, had tricks for keeping his distance.

Gav didn't really care though, he told Elly “Do something about him”, which frankly if she didn't and if he did defeat Roderick on his own or if this did lead to a double cross then he'd just go after her and Kisei without mercy for leaving Austin and him to hang.

That wasn't clear in his tone, it sounded much more like he was asking for her help here briefly, in the past though it would have come off as more a command or order, his tone didn't convey any of that.

He didn’t immediately move but there was every sign in Gav’s body language that he was ready to get out of the focus of this line of fire or retaliate in some way for the attack. It was hard to actually tell. Austin however was watching Kisei and Elly for any signs of a double cross given his partner was preoccupied briefly listening for anything Roderick might say back or do, and keeping an ear out for Elly’s reply. The only reason he hadn't moved was because Roderick was focusing the attack on him, which meant Elly had some breathing room once she got out of the way, at least for a possible window of opportunity.

Mentions: n/a

Interactions: Sir Les Paul EmperorsChosen

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Feng Long - Aki Kiyoko -Wes Kraven - Domas Krogertas
LOCATION—Death Colosseum, Death City, Nevada
DATE—10/31/20267​

Wes only had a second to register the sudden shift in Kyle’s soul, like stepping on a landmine hidden within a patch of brush. The sound was deafening, a spiritual flashbang that left his ears ringing, drowning out everything in the area from the spiritual to the physical. ‘Fucking- Shit!’ This was Wes’s trick, deafening others with his wavelength to throw them off. Now that he was on the receiving end of it, a small part of him couldn’t help but think of what a dick move it was.

Of course, that small part was currently being overshadowed by the sheer agony of having his eardrums being stabbed with what felt like a chipped drumstick that was covered in chili powder. He had no idea whether the other three would be hit as badly as he was; With his persistent perception he felt the full bore of Kyle’s thunderous soul.

Aki didn’t scream or shout, rather gritting her teeth and suppressing a growl. It was like a flashbang in essence, surprising and extremely loud, only really useful as a surprise rather than after everything kicked off, which was probably why he hid it until now. ’<Bastard…>’ Aki hissed.

It was painful, disorienting, and took her off guard, but such things didn’t completely stop Aki. Her adrenaline and instincts kicked in, forming a bullet in the chamber ready to fire. Even if her power and speed was limited, he had gotten in close just to land that blow. There weren’t many who could intercept or evade an ordinary bullet so close, while performing an attack as well, and hers was faster because of her soul. In either respect, she was just trying to return fire. Staying still, doing nothing, being pinned, or hesitating meant death.

"Aghh! GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH!" Domas cried out as he felt his eardrums ready to burst. The sensation was enough for him to feel like his entire body was put through a speaker system of a bad punk show on full blast. A thousand hungover mornings couldn't prepare him for a head pounding like this. "We really should put this guy away." He started to regain control of his faculties and focused on entering the fight again. "Pound him, stab him, do whatever you want to him. Just fuck him up."

Feng for her part had other things to worry about, as she stayed course with the attack, getting a nasty gash on her right wrist from the asshole with the katana as she discharged Aki at the chain weight that was coming for her head, be it by luck, skill or chance, it was shot from her path, as the other sensations touched her mind, just as it had her partners, a distorted, thunderous soul.

But he had did something he really shouldn’t have, the China girl didn’t much care if she won or if she lost, or what few minutes the dog collar allowed her. She was going to wipe that smirk off his face, she would fight fire with fire, and to hell with what the DWMA had to say. They had kept her chained for too long and as far as she saw it, did not make proper use of her. She called forth her own berserker wavelength with its overwhelming power, the sensation would reach her own weapons, if this would overcome the thunderous soul was another matter as her thoughts dwelled on her old master.

“Do not use underhanded means, face a foe with honor and dignity.”

This foe had neither of the latter and had broken the rule on the former, seeking to do even more. She knew she couldn’t kill him, or rather, shouldn’t, but there was nothing wrong with messing him up a bit. With her wavelength flaring and it’s cadence attempting to beat back the thunderous soul, Feng steps in quickly, ignoring her own wounds as she aimed to keep inside of his sword reach and where it would be impossible to make full use of the Kusarigama. Impressed that he was able to throw the chain one handed while holding the weapon in selfsame hand, the martial artist aims for a brutal shield bash as it were with the centerline of Wes. “HA!” Moving as fast as she could with all the power she could muster, Feng simply did not care for what issues this man had on her using the lunatic sword and breaking him would serve as a powerful deterrent for the rest of that fanclub.

Interactions: EmperorsChosen (Aki) @Shotgunpenguin (Wes) @Breadman (Domas) Sir Les Paul (NPCs)

 

[Sir Les Paul]

LOCATION—Death Colosseum, Death City, Nevada
DATE—10/31/20267 | Monday
TIME—N/A

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If Feng was one to be enraged by cheap tricks and would demand some type of battlefield honor, then Kyle was a poor opponent to pit her up against. In fact, so was his entire team. A well-known fact within the DWMA was just how quick the Demon Weapon transformation actually was. While it was never confirmed, some considered it near lightspeed. What was known was that even the fastest Meisters couldn't out speed a transformation; instead, they had to predict them. Entire fighting styles revolved around this fact, though the gimmick often lost value when Resonance was factored in. The contact and preparation needed for resonance made weapon transformations and their speed less than ideal for combat, excluding the niche few Autonomous Weapons that could seamlessly integrate partial transformations with their self-resonance.

What occurred next was a carefully laid trap. Feng had neutralized the ball end of the Kusarigama with Aki, no doubt about it. What she failed to account for was that the Kusarigama was, in fact, a person. The dirty trick here was the fact she could transform at any point along her length, even if the bulk of her weapon form was still with Kyle. What followed was a flash of red light as fast as Feng could perceive. As fast as anyone could, honestly; Stein or Elly would be in the same situation. It was no secret what was occurring; everyone knew what that red light was. A Demon Weapon transformation.

Feng could feel two boots press against her back, those of the Demon Weapon catapulting off of her, throwing off her entire momentum with the shield bash off and creating an opening for Kyle to side step the attack with Wes. Not that he could land much of an attack in such a short notice, but generally in a clash between a shield and a sword, the shield won.

A red indicator lit up on the harness Feng wore. One of three, though it quickly faded. This was to show the judges counted the hit from the Demon Weapon as a tag.

If the insult to injury wasn't enough, another reality was about to set in. That kusarigama could apparently fight autonomously - at least to a degree. While she kicked off of Feng's back and into the air, she transformed her left arm into that of the ball end and chain of her weapon form and flung it at Feng. This in turn allowed her to flip mid-air, adjusting her momentum when otherwise she couldn't, but also allowed for a means of attack. Not that the ball end was aimed at Feng, in fact, it extended well passed her. The goal wasn't to hit her, but to wrap her up in a bind. The very thing Feng feared.

"Vae victis, bitch," was the only verbal response that came from Kyle. Latin, of some kind. He didn't explain what it meant and from this angle, Feng couldn't quite make out the disdain in his eyes. The best that could be made out, for the moment, was the sardonic tone his voice carried with those few syllables he let loose.

Unlike the tactic with his other partner, his next plan wasn't hidden in the slightest. From his now free hand began to flow a greater amount of spiritual energy. More wavelength, even more blinding, right up until the crackles of electricity shot out from it. Soul Menace. The only type of electricity Domas or Noah couldn't dampen with their elemental affinity. Worse here was that this concentration of his wavelength far exceeded the volume of the surge from last time. If that was a flashbang, his Soul Menace was a sonic boom. It went from a distraction to downright deafening. So much so that it would have even hurt his partner if not for her fortified soul.

His katana was still extended at his side, prepared for whatever retaliation Feng might have in mind. That sparking hand of his, though? He was launching it straight at Wes with the intention of punching the would-be shield. If he could disorient or disable him, in his eyes, Feng would be a sitting duck.

This trio was proving surprisingly dangerous.

EmperorsChosen RedArmyShogun @Breadman @Shotgunpenguin

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