Want some, come get some (Battle)

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: Woo-hoo... three judges then. Lessgetteon! (Cajun for Let's get it on)

No more spamming please.

[Darckcloud]

Originally Posted by Breaking Point

Don't get me wrong dark, you're an alright guy, but your rp-ing skills aren't quite......top notch so to speak.

No,I just suck at.My typing sucks i cant type fast enough and its kinda hard to make an rp.T-T.So basically Ill quit rp-ing for awhile......No more spam- Crap sorry LC

[Morpheaus]

OOC: I brought out the original template for this rp. I fixed all the typos and added a few details about Valyon, but nothing much. It should be longer but I honestly can't remember most of the crap he's been through. Ready when you are, Kegan. Oh before I forget. A pleasure to fight you.


Name: Ukiah Oregon (Ukiah Oregon is merely his current name.)
Age: His current physical form is several hundred billion years in age.
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Armor forged from the very fiber of dreams adorns Ukiah. The breast plate is the purest white with a deep pearlescent shine, while the shoulders are an orchid purple in color. Several parts of the armor are covered in smooth, yet durable fabrics of purple and white. By far the most striking feature of Ukiah’s armor is a series of hyper detailed engravings depicting a cherry blossom orchard in spring time.

From the waist down Ukiah’s armor is hidden by a series of flowing streamers in addition to the now empty sheath of Dreamer, Ukiah’s fabled blade. All but two of the streamers match Ukiah’s armor; the aforementioned two are worn in remembrance of the only two people Ukiah has ever truly loved. One is an ash grey and the other is a turquoise blue; the significance of the colors is known only to Ukiah.

Personality: Ukiah is a very complex and often contradicting being. When asked how time has changed him Ukiah responds with a simple question of his own.

“Why do so many allow time to dominate the course of their lives?”

The question is simple, yet subject to interpretation. Is he so foolish to believe himself exempt of the affect that eternity exerts upon us all, or can he honestly have remained unchanged? Earning his respect will also earn you the gift of his answer.

“My choices have changed me. No force in all existence can determine who you truly are. That is the one gift given to all, but accepted by none.”

For any who do not understand elaboration is not offered. Ukiah is known for his love of wandering, be it the stars, the astral plane, or the whole of the Omniverse he has roamed through all of them. Strangely enough there are records of Ukiah appearing in multiple universes at one time, usually in places of great sadness. With his arrival a great change is affected and hope seems to shine in the deepest of darkness. This is the quality Ukiah is best known for; the strength to inspire serenity with his very presence. A man may stand on the very brink of hell, his heart may crumble, and his mind may shatter, but Ukiah will bring hope to this man. Ukiah will tell you without hesitation that this is his only true gift.


Bio: The living embodiment of hope and dreams, Ukiah Oregon is merely the current name of a enigmatic and vastly powerful being that has existed for countless eons. Many legends swirl around him, most of course have been twisted through the years to reflect the cultures that preserve them. But vast quantities of them indeed have some truth in them. One such legend tells of an Omniverse that existed long before ours, a thriving place of miraculous grandeur and beauty unrivaled by anything that could be imagined today. How long this wondrous place lasted and how it finally ended do not matter; what matters is that it did indeed end. The being that would one day become known by the name Ukiah Oregon lived through the death of that Omniverse, and passed into the great blackness between final ends and new beginnings.

He drifted in that infinity blackness for so long that he eventually forgot himself where he had come from and drifted in a state of endless dreaming. That was when a malevolent force struck at the Dream. This force was known as the Black, a being that existed between everywhere and nowhere. The Black was a creation of death and emptiness created from the dying breaths of the last Omniverse.

As a creature of supreme oblivion the Black is beyond evil. The Black is a thoughtful emptiness, seeking to replace everything with nothing. Using only the darkness within the souls of those it comes across the Black seeds a portion of itself within the soul. From this small seed immense evil slowly seeps into the being driven on by the very darkness that exists in each of us. In time the darkness devours the soul leaving naught but an empty and evil shell of its former self. The shell retains the memories and abilities, but all remnants of personality are gone, and what is left is a tool of the Black.

When Ukiah encountered the Black they shared a moment of familiarity, curiosity, and perhaps kinship. After surviving vast unending solitude finally there was another. Ukiah saw an opportunity for companionship, for the Black this was an opportunity to enslave a being with more power than any before.

Understanding came to both of them instantly. With a heart deeply weighted by disappointment Ukiah sent the Black far away, deep into the vast emptiness they both inhabited. Eons more passed in mundane solitude. Ukiah amused himself by creating spectacular and intricate worlds from his mind. But it was not the same…It was not ‘life’.
And so Ukiah decided that time had come to prepare for the next Omniverse, which he knew would soon arrive. His duty was to recreate dreams and by extension himself for the next Omniverse. Retreating deep into himself, Ukiah set about reweaving the intricate threads of his being.

But he was not alone…Traveling across the great void the Black had found its target once more, but it had learned much from the previous encounter. Knowing it could not overwhelm this prey, and so it waited patiently for a moment of weakness. The opening came with Ukiah’s retreat within and the Black struck at him.

Setting Ukiah’s soul afire with a ceaseless tide of darkness the Black roared in victory. Finally a being of such power was within the grasp of emptiness. A magnificent engine of destruction which the Black would use to guide the next Omniverse into a truly eternal oblivion.

Delusions of grandeur are what the Black was having. Suddenly, surprisingly the Black began to burn with an indescribable pain. Nothing had ever caused such terrifying pain for the Black; it could not understand why every moment added to the inescapable searing torment.

“There is no darkness here. No evil, no sadness, no sin, no hatred, and no emptiness. The search for ultimate evil has lead you only to hope, to the purity of dreams. Now be gone!”

Ukiah did not suffer corruption from within or without and no force could ever change that. Awareness of death finally came to the Black. The great beast shrieked in fear and exerted all of the strength is could muster. But it did not matter, the beast was dying; it could feel Ukiah purging it from the inside. In one last desperate act the Black tore its very essence asunder. Two portions were formed, a large one and an infinitesimal piece. This tiny spec of black escaped the purge and hid as far from Ukiah as it could.

Believing that he had brought about the ultimate end of the Black, Ukiah returned to his work and waited patiently for the creation of the next Omniverse.

Three hundred billion years later Ukiah busied himself exploring the Omniverse and protecting those innocents who had no other heroes. The dreams of countless living beings flowed through Ukiah every second of everyday, and he kept silent watch over those dreams. It was the role he had played for time immemorial; it was a life of service to all things, it was a life of content for Ukiah Oregon.

Over the course of his explorations he encountered many who would one day pass into legends large and small, unforgettable, and forgotten. Friendships were formed with millions including the Valyon Lightstar, a self appointed Guardian of the Omniverse and keeper of balance. The two developed a strong friendship and overtime a healthy rivalry. This rivalry brought out a more fun and exciting side of Ukiah’s personality, and taught him much about the beings of this Omniverse. Throughout countless universes, multiple planes of existence, and even time itself Ukiah forged bonds that would last generations.

The most notable of these bonds was the one forged with a young shadow taming demon by the name of Kimiko. She was a demonic warrior raised among the ranks of a noble clan of benevolent. From them she learned trust, honor, faith, and family. But everything changed when an eerie stranger was taken in by the clan. Kimiko instantly distrusted this strange man with the odd scent, but she was a young girl and her fears were dismissed. The clan must give aid to those who need it she was told, but perhaps it would have been better if the clan had not been so merciful.

While the clan slept the stranger murdered them one by one. Without mercy he drained them of life, slit their throats, and set their homes ablaze. Kimiko managed to escape death, yet she was delivered into a place much more terrifying than death. The stranger took the young demon girl into his care. She hated him with every fiber of her being, but his power was undeniable and the more she hated him the stronger his pull on her became.

In time he became something of a surrogate father to her, and eventually she grew accustomed to life with him. She told Ukiah years later that perhaps she grew too fond of life with the Dark man too fast; it was hard not too. She had everything at the tips of her fingers. The Dark man gave her power, wealth, and made her feel safe, yet true contentment was never hers. The Dark man frightened her at times, and for all the love he lavished on her deep inside she knew it was false. But she buried these feelings and her fears in favor of a false father and illusions of a family she would never have.

The Dark man would eventually reveal his true identity to Kimiko. The Dark man turned out to be the last remnants of the Black, which had managed to evade death at Ukiah’s hands and struggle through existence until the birth of the Omniverse. The Black remnant managed to graft itself to a corrupted psychic and together the two became one. The result of this twisted ‘marriage’ was a being of unrivaled malignancy, a being that literally fed upon negativity. With this new found power came the need for a name, the name chosen was Qsijo which is a term taken from the ancient texts used to catalogue the history of this Omniverse. Loosely translated it means ‘Walker of Abyss’.

Osijo contrived to use Kimiko’s strength to increase his own, by using the shadow taming demon girl as a weapon of mental subversion. She would eventually learn of his schemes and escape from Osijo, but not before taking his greatest weapon. The Shadow sword; forged by a combination of magic rite and metallurgy, the blade was capable of channeling the latent powers of both Osijo and Kimiko. While wielding the sword Kimiko’s ability to manipulate darkness was drastically increased, she was also granted the ability of interstellar transport by using the blade to literally cut a hole in space-time.

Centuries passed and Ukiah eventually found his way to the Opisilon Universe. There he discovered a world known as Isolese, which closely matched the human world Earth, a world much younger than Earth. The magic of this world was untamed, unfocused, and incredibly potent. Taking the guise of a traveling healer Ukiah eventually fell in with a group of would-be heroes. Among this group were the twin swordsmen Jyn and Vynce, a male Foxine (Half fox/ half elven) named Delthon, Illyana the mystic, Umberto the monstrous yet kind hearted black smith ,and Kimiko the shadow tamer. How Kimiko came to be a part of the group and the events that lead her to Isolese are another story for another time. It should be noted that she was drawn to Ukiah from the beginning and though he resisted at first, he could not deny his growing feelings for her.

After several months of traveling the companions came to rest at a secluded mountain village. They spent several days at the village, resting, taking menial jobs to earn a living, and becoming friendly with the villagers. Eventually several strange occurrences struck the village. Delthon, then the leader of the group decided to that the group would stay with the village until they discovered the source of these eerie events. Within days of this decision the village was besieged by an army of unnatural beasts. For eight months these attacks came and the companions repelled the attackers. Finally Delthon and Ukiah concluded that the entire mountain range was rife with immense levels of wild magics; magics that the local wild life had become mutated by. The villagers eventually decided to abandon their home. They requested the companion’s aid in leaving the mountain range and finding a safe haven. But before any action could be taken a final onslaught of terrestrial and demonic beasts battered the village and nearly overcame the defenders. Jyn lost her life defending the village hospital and Vynce lost all will to fight. In this desperate hour Ukiah revealed his true identity and decimated the entire army within a few short minutes. With the battle over the companions mourned Jyn’s death and buried her along with the other casualties of the village.

That day the village elders decided that abandoning their home would be wrong and announced their decision to rebuild, and move on. Unable to move past the loss of his beloved twin sister, Vynce left the companions in an effort to find peace. Vynce’s exit from the group heralded the beginning of the end. Delthon and Illyana decided to pursue their dreams of taming the wild magic. They left the group shortly thereafter and founded a training academy for the magically inclined. Only Umberto, Ukiah, and Kimiko remained. The three decided to unlock the mysteries of Isolese. Leaving the mountains they traveled far across the land coming to Ysvalt, an ancient port city known for its beautiful architecture. It was here that Umberto decided to settle down. He’d fallen in love with the city from the moment he set eyes upon it, and he simply could not bear to leave. Ukiah and Kimiko stayed with Umberto while he started his own smithy. Some weeks later Kimiko and Ukiah decided to join a voyage across the sea to the land of Quinthlas, a massive continent rumored to be inhabited by many vast kingdoms of great and terrible beauty.

During the long voyage to Quinthlas Ukiah admitted his love for Kimiko and she for him. Their days aboard the ship to Quinthlas are some of the happiest they ever shared. They talked, kissed, argued, explored each others pasts, uncovering truths about themselves as well as each other, and they made love. Their peaceful time was cut short as the ship arrived to find Quinthlas port city under siege. Twelve monstrous titans wreaked havoc across the city in a senseless quest for entertainment. The two lovers leapt into battle side by side. But the titan’s seemingly senseless attack would reveal itself to be a very well laid trap. As the battle progressed Kimiko was suddenly stricken with pain. With a shriek of mingled surprise and pain she was engulfed by the shadows she so often relied on in battle leaving only her sword in her place. Ukiah’s surprise at Kimiko’s sudden pain and subsequent disappearance left him vulnerable to attack. A sudden storm of black lightning struck the Dream. He remained uninjured but the lightning had accomplished its purpose by distracting him further leaving ample time for the twelve titans to gather their power and overwhelm him. A powerful blast on par with a solar flare struck Ukiah sending him flying thousands of miles into the open ocean. Though he recovered quickly it was already too late. By the time he’d returned to Quinthlas port the city was rumble and the titans gone, along with any clue as to Kimiko’s whereabouts.

Retrieving the shadow sword from the rumble Ukiah began a weeks long crusade in pursuit of the titans. After finally finding them he proceeded to devastate them forcing each of them to live through the worst nightmares of every being they had murdered in the eons of life. Only one titan survived the ordeal, he told Ukiah everything he wanted to know. Ukiah in turn gave the titan a merciful death and left to find Kimiko.

Meanwhile, Kimiko was just waking up from the most recent round of painful and mentally crushing torments her kidnapper forced her to undergo. She awoke to find Osijo standing over her, a terribly satisfied smile fixed across his face. His presence was not surprising; she had felt him for months now; a deep sorrowful drain hidden away in the darkest recesses of her soul. Denial kept her from accepting the truth. She loved Ukiah from the moment she saw him and it was unbearable to run away once more. So she had stayed with the group and remained silent about the evils occurring all around them as a result of her actions. The village, the attacks, Jyn’s death each and every tragedy that had befallen the companions during their long journey had been Kimiko’s fault. She convinced herself Osijo was far away and he would never again find her; by doing this she brought nothing but disaster upon those she cared for the most. Osijo revealed all of this to her and more. He revealed to her that even after all her years of independence she still served him in a way. She had found Ukiah, earned his trust, and more importantly opened his heart. And now the Dream had an opening within his very spirit, an opening Osijo would use to take him once and for all.

Releasing Arlian, an ancient dragon god who became corrupted by the Black, Osijo set the great dragon against Ukiah in an effort to either kill or severely weaken him. A pitched battle between Ukiah and Arlian erupted across the continent of Quinthlas eventually spreading across Isolese. Using a portion of his power to defend the peoples of Quinthlas from the devastation brought upon by both himself and Arlian, Ukiah was forced to engage the dragon-god on nearly seemingly equal terms. Finally nearly ten days later Ukiah severely wounded Arlian sending the great dragon plummeting from the heavens and into the oceans of Isolese. As he slipped into the deep darkness of the oceans Arlian’s true spirit was freed. Psychic backlash tore through Ukiah’s mind and he realized the truth behind the dragon’s corruption.

Plunging into the freezing depths of the sea Ukiah found Arlian’s immense form. Now that he knew of the Black’s taint he could see the darkness which had intruded about the mighty dragon’s soul. Reaching deep into Arlian’s mind into his very soul, Ukiah bolstered Arlian’s inner strength and together purified the dragon’s body and soul banishing the Black’s twisted influence permanently. The effort left Ukiah’s physical form partially exposed.

Taking quick advantage of the opportunity Osijo used the power of the shadow sword, which Ukiah still carried with him, and brought the Dream to the Abysmal realm. The Abysmal realm is an ancient place widely rumored to be the basis for what many cultures across the Omniverse had deemed Hell. It is a place of endless suffering and torment, how those poor souls that come to exist there have earned this damnation is a secret known only to a select few. Ukiah knew the instant he arrived in that terrible place that he would face an enemy of supreme evil. As Ukiah prepared himself for this final confrontation he was struck be a pain more terrible than words alone can describe. But for all the terrible excruciation had suffered he realized that this was not his pain; it was Kimiko’s and in that place in his soul that belonged to her the pain flowed freely between both of them. Moving through the pain he confronted Osijo who attempted to overwhelm Ukiah’s purity by torturing Kimiko before his eyes. Osijo planned to breed anger and hatred within Ukiah and from that tiny wisp of darkness rule him.

Ukiah rushed into pitched battle with Osijo, literally tearing the Abysmal realm apart with the sheer strength of his attacks. Besieged by devils, demons, and mind bending imps Ukiah fought a brutal war against his ancient enemy driven forward not by rage or hate, but his love for Kimiko. Within minutes Osijo’s power began to increase by immense proportions, he was literally feeding off the emptiness growing within Kimiko’s pain racked body. With Kimiko’s time running out Ukiah did the unthinkable. Drawing Osijo close he abandoned the battle and literally forced Osijo to merge with him. From that moment on it became a struggle between a being literally created out of nothingness and a timeless being bound to bring hope, to bring fullness.

An eternity slipped by and it seemed Ukiah’s actions had lead him to folly, then suddenly with an almost regretful display of his true power he purged Osijo, last remnant of the black and Walker of the Abyss, from existence.

Life after this took a very odd turn for Ukiah. He’d never really allowed himself a relaxation period, not once since he had come to be had he ever taken the time just to be.
Taking Kimiko to a hidden world of his own creation they decided to build a family. Not long after Kimiko requested that Ukiah marry her. He did of course and they lived a life of adventure exploring the vast and ancient Omniverse around them. Some years later Kimiko gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl whom they named Vynce and Jyn in honor of their old friends. The twins were both incredibly powerful from the moment of their birth, as the years passed they only became more powerful. Though it became clear that neither twin possessed Ukiah’s full power, they did display abilities latent to both of their parents and even a few unique qualities of their own. Decades and centuries passed and the family lived a peaceful life. Ukiah and Kimiko trained their children well and eventually they left to find their own destinies.

But like so many times before life took a strange and saddening course. Kimiko had finally begun to grow old. She was a powerful demon warrior and to some beings the nearly five hundred thousands years she had existed would seem an eternity, but she was not truly immortal, not in the sense that Ukiah was. Unwilling to let something as pointless as time steal her away Ukiah used his powers to restore her to the prime of her life. Yet she was not truly happy, the clan she had grown up with believed in a place after death and a cycle that kept order in the Omniverse. So she requested that Ukiah let her complete her cycle that had begun so long ago. And so he did finally release his gentle hold on her. He stayed with her through a few final days that for him passed faster than thought. When she was gone he gave her a proper burial at the foot of her favorite waterfall and abandoned the home they had shared for so very long. Some time later his children passed, they too were only long lived and eventually they succumbed to the ages.

Alone once more Ukiah returned to his old ways and was not surprised by how easily he slipped back into his old life. Yet things were never the same and eventually he could not bring himself to think of anything but his love. He took refuge in the Temple of Tarnytecia , a vast extra-dimensional place created at the birth of the Omniverse to house among other things records of the Omniverse and an endless museum dedicated the treasures of the Omniverse. Ukiah had assumed the role of keeper to this vast temple at some unknown period. It was here that he made the decision to pour the love he had for Kimiko into one final dedication to their love. Millennia drifted by followed by eons and Ukiah labored without pause. Finally he finished and though he would never stop loving her he had at last rid himself of the yearning and the pain. The treasure he created sits to this day in the temple. It will appear as something different to all who gaze upon it, but the feelings it inspirers and the strength in gives is undeniable, and no matter who should gaze upon it they shall see the most beautiful object in the Omniverse.

Ukiah continued on after this becoming more active in his role as a protector of the good peoples of the Omniverse. His existence remains today what it always has been the life of a stranger trying to live and preserve a place that he can never truly be a part of.



Weapon: Dreamer

Theme Song: Secret Sorrow

Side Note: Kimiko's is represented by the Ash colored streamer, and his sister Faye by the blue one. If anyone cares to know more about her ask and I'll edit it in.

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: God if I wanted to be a total bitch I could make you add more. That is quite enough though, good job. Oh, and it shall be an honor... -coughs- kickingyourass-coughs- Seriously, just kidding.

On a sidenote, I don't feel like being a bitch about spelling and grammar, so we are allowed as many mistakes. This should make the match even more interesting.

IC:


~Drip.Drop.Drip.Drop~

In the great history of Earth, it was often argued that there was no larger influence than its musical history; better said, the music of its entire people. There were composers that wrote symphonies of music, that were as eloquent as any creation of any God. The harmony and balances of these melodious musical masterpieces were in themselves a work of art, and sometimes, of mystery. Yes, it did seem that occassionally, the odd piece of music would show up that seemed to be a puzzlement within itself, like Mozart's Requiem.

Indeed, puzzling, yet dazzling things throughout music.

~Pitter,patter,pitter,patter~

For all music was worth though, it seemed that there were still those that argued that the sound of rain was far more soothing and relaxing than any piece of music could ever hope to be. Perhaps, this was the reason why this certain area was chosen to host a fight this night. A fight of proportions so large, that even the conception of this idea had formed contradictions across the Omniverse.

Black feathers. This must be some sort of sign. They were falling, from overhead Ravens, unlucky enough to be out in this storm. Then again, they may have been out here in choice. Instead of flying on, they took up perch wherever they could atop this building. Oddly enough though, that pile of feathers laid still amidst the rain pouring, and seemingly dry.

The rain itself was now another question. It seemed that, for the oddest reasons, it started to actually snow on the black feathers. A pile of snow, that continued to grow, and despite warmer, 70-odd degree temperatures, did not melt, and laid atop this pile of feathers. The snow finally stopped after the pile reached a height of about six feet.

Nothing was for rest long though, as suddenly, the wind picked up, and the snow and feathers were blown, but not blown away, blown into a funnel, cyclonic shape. They swirled about each other, as from the sky above, the clouds parted momentarily, and something even stranger happened.

A meteor fell.

Large enough to not burn through the atmosphere, but small enough not to do any real damage. It fell fast, but stopped amazingly, in the middle of the feather/snow cyclone. It glowed a deep blue, that seemed to illuminate the area around it as it floated there. It gave a single pulse of light, before the feathers and snow were suddenly drawn into it, forming into a sphere, that temporarily blinded anything in the area.

When the flash was over, standing there, was a young man. At least, physically he appeared young. If one was to take even a single glance into his eyes, or take a moment to notice his aura, they would feel the fact that he was indeed older than he looked. He had deep blue hair this night, that draped down upon his shoulders. His dark platinum eyes seem to look out from underneath the cowled hood that was upon his head. His clothings were black robes, elegant, yet simple in the same instant.

His hair stayed dry, even though it trailed out from underneath his hood. He gave a small smile as his eyes completed their quick scan, and returned to the matter at hand. Valyon had an important thing to do this night. He was to fight an old friend. In a sense, it disheartened him, because, he figured that because they were friends, that neither of them would give it their best. He knew he would though, he just hoped Ukiah would, or else this fight would be over before it had began -- that was even true in a literal sense.

There was a large problem here. Both beings possessed such a high level of power, that, even as the idea was agreed upon, there were already odd phenomona occuring across the Omniverse. There was even a small chance that this fight, if gone wrong, could destroy the entire Omniverse, wiping it out, or, if things went a certain way, it would never had existed in the first place.

Valyon slowly sighed, as he pushed back his hood, and finally decided to let the rain hit him. The theme music was starting to play, as he patiently awaited his long-time friend, and, for this night, opponent.

Ukiah Oregon.

[Morpheaus]

“You always did have a flair for dramatic entrances,” Ukiah said, a smile blossomed across his face as he stepped from seemingly empty air. An almost blindingly bright white robe covered his usual armor and streamer choice of dress and he seemed to carry himself with a much lighter air than usual. He was in fact in a much more relaxed mood; today for him was a unique opportunity. Seldom did he face an opponent on par with himself, coupled with the fact that Valyon and Ukiah knew each other’s tactics and fighting styles Ukiah could not help but feel a certain stir of anticipation. Knowing Valyon he would be considering the possible implications of such a confrontation, a fact that Ukiah himself had spent many an hour contemplating. “You’re late, Valyon. I believe the agreed meeting time was 7 pm Eastern Standard time; it’s nearly 8 pm. I almost had to entertain myself.”

Ukiah smiled again, this time with a slight glint of humor in dark eyes. The strange symbol marked within his pupils gave a dim purple glow, but quickly returned to normal. Turning to look at the light house to his left his eyes rolled at Valyon’s choice of musical score. Not that His taste was spectacular, he’d never had much time to listen to Earth’s musical accomplishments.

Slight distortions were already beginning to filter through the multiversal plane that Earth inhabited. It seemed that the mere preparations for their battle were causing backlash. They would probably only meet like this the one time; simply put a confrontation between to beings of this caliber was dangerous. Several arrangements had been made to ensure the protection of the Omniverse. Ukiah doubted they would hold as the battle escalated, but at least thing would be maintained to some degree.

“I suppose we shouldn’t waste time with the formalities.” Ukiah turned to face Valyon while throwing his white robe aside with a flourish. “Sagi, as they say.”

Shards of rock began to flow beneath Valyon’s feet as Ukiah launched his first attack. This would be a more subtle technique to start things off. He hyper-polarized the rocks with a slight magnetic field, if Valyon should attempt flight or rapid movement would be thrown off to a certain degree. Like a fleeting specter the glow of the rocks faded quickly as it had come leaving no trace of the modifications Ukiah had made. Before Valyon could sense the polarization effects thousands of lightening bolts began to rain down splashing across the sky in jagged waves. Shattered stone superheated by the lightening began to fly all around, their scorching hot touch not much of a threat to either fighter. With a suddeness that gave the impression of awareness the lightening converged over Valyon and unleashed the full force of it's fury.

[Golden_Chocobo]

This is going to be quite interesting. =D

[Lord of Chaos]

"Bah, you and your white robes. Flower-boy."

Valyon gave a small smirk as he stood there, calmly awaiting Ukiah's attack. He had apparently never attacked Valyon while he wore his black robes. They were an odd consistency. These robes were made from neutronium, the only substance in the known Omniverse that had no space between its atoms. This meant that it was impervious to practically anything, except pure magical attack.

This meant that Ukiah's attack would simply not cut it. While he did feel the tingling of lightning, Valyon stood there, as the attack was wasted on his clothing, being absorbed there. "Come Ukiah. You should have known I was better prepared than that."

Valyon slowly paced the area, his arms calmly behind his back in the at-ease position. This was commonly known as his basic stance. He never really did look like he was about to fight or strike an attack. This was what caught most of his enemies off-guard. He knew it would not do the same with Ukiah. There were no surprises here. In fact, somewhere down the line, the fight had already been won, or drawn, whichever did happen. Valyon just had to push this fight into that time extent.

He decided upon it with an interesting attack. He slowly brought his left hand out, and snapped his fingers.

The plane around them seem to distort for a moment, before suddenly there was a sparkling green glow between the two fighters. This green sparkle of light seemed to suddenly grow in strength as it became a solid sphere of green light. This came on to form a silhouette that looked like Ukiah. However, there was a difference about it... one that was quite alarming.

This was his polar opposite.

This being was made up of the nightmares and fears of the Omniverse. Valyon had thought this battle through far before he began fighting it. This figure gave a small cocky grin, as he walked towards Ukiah, while Valyon just stood there.

"This should be fun, dear Oregon."

This dark Ukiah brought out his own blade, as he suddenly appeared in front of Ukiah, bringing it down towards his neck with deadly speed and accuracy.

[Morpheaus]

As expected the lightening did little but present a pretty light show. But every attack had a purpose in the broader scheme of things. With a slight glint of irritation in his eye he watched his dark doppelganger. Valyon had a particular love of things both ironic and stylish, but he really knew better than to think an act like this would challenge Ukiah. For a moment it seemed Ukiah hadn’t been able to respond to the attack, the dark Ukiah’s blade, then with a motion faster than light Ukiah had seized his ‘dark side’ by the throat with his right hand and clenched his sword hand with his left. “Flower-boy?” he said in a questioning, throwing a slightly insulted look Valyon’s way. “I’ll have you know people love flowers. I’ve yet to encounter a female of any species that does not appreciate flowers in some form or another.”

The dark Ukiah began to gurgle in surprise, he’d just seemed to notice that his weapon arm had begun to crack and break away like ash. Ukiah himself continued to ignore the cries of his counterpart, he had yet to take his eyes off Valyon as a matter of fact. “You’re just jealous that you can’t pull white clothing off.”

With a final gasp of pain dark Ukiah disperse into a few small fragments of ash that were soon carried away by the evening wind. “I did create dreams after all, the people of this Omniverse twisted them, and fear is easy enough for you and I to overcome. Do you ever wonder what happens if you bottle lightening and charge it with negative energy? Let’s see.”

A smile spread across Ukiah’s lips as dim purple-black light began to spill from within Valyon’s robes. The intensity of the previous lightening attack had left the air highly charged with ionized particles. From there all he had to do was let the wind spread the particles. Negative magical energy had increased the lightening's intensity and now that it was trapped within Valyon's nearly indestructible robes it would only grow stronger.
“But wait there’s more.”

With a wave of his left hand a wave of insects emerged from his finger tips and swarmed around Valyon. Each insect began to hiss with form a solid wall of movement as they slashed towards Valyon’s face with ravenous hunger. "Careful, they tend to explode if you swat them. Deceptive little guys, aren't they?"

[GrandMaster_Chris]

Sorry to intrude but I have an invite for you all.

You have been invited to the KHI all star week with will be hosted by your very own Manchester Black. You will laugh and you will also have fun. At the bottom of the thread you will find a list of competitions and the reason for it. If you would like to participate please post that you would, thank you.

http://forums.khinsider.com/showthread.php?t=43636

[Morpheaus]

Originally Posted by GrandMaster_Chris

Sorry to intrude but I have an invite for you all.

You have been invited to the KHI all star week with will be hosted by your very own Manchester Black. You will laugh and you will also have fun. At the bottom of the thread you will find a list of competitions and the reason for it. If you would like to participate please post that you would, thank you.

http://forums.khinsider.com/showthread.php?t=43636

This is what pms are for, Bastard.

[Lord of Chaos]

Valyon gave a small smile of knowing. Watching the display between the Anti-Ukiah and Ukiah was indeed amusing. It gave him enough time to construct the next step of his plan. Indeed, Valyon was always in planning and strategy mode. There is legend that even while he sleeps, Valyon is thinking, planning, being the cunning one. Whether this is true, remains to be seen.

By the time that the lightning was again reacting and recomposing itself, Valyon had disappeared. He was standing in a grey bubble, that appeared to have some sort of null capabilities. He brought his hands together, as he gave Ukiah a wink, and the bubble collapsed upon itself.

In doing so, the shockwaves from this bubble's explosion spread outward. Physically, mentally, spiritually, they did nothing. However, just accepting these facts all around that it did nothing was a very stupid move. Valyon knew Ukiah; he knew he did not make stupid moves. The shockwaves spread throughout the area, seeming to just fade away in the air.

Suddenly, things would turn out different. Considering that the particles of this odd bubble's energy had found their way into every nook and cranny, including inside of Valyon's robes, they nulled the lightning, and the magic. In a sense, it was as a magical rubber construct of particles. The lightning was absorbed, and as it did, it ceased to exist. This was in affect, the nulling counter to Ukiah's valiant attack. "Nice try old friend..."

The bugs, however, were still a problem. He had been paying too close attention to notice them at first, so when the first one actually got close, he swatted at it, as was instinct, that anyone would do.

The bug exploded.

Valyon managed to create a temporary molecular shield between him and the explosion, but he was knocked back a foot or so from doing this. He gave Ukiah a small smile. What to do... the bugs were drawing continously closer. It was then, that an idea struck him like, ironically, a lightning bolt. He waited, until the bugs were on their final approach, before he acted.

Ukiah was too powerful to affect, so instead, the area between him and Ukiah, he reversed. In layman's terms, instead of switching places with Ukiah, he made the bugs switch places with the air that was in front of Ukiah. Ukiah would only have a split second to deal with the bugs before they would set in on him, in essence, turning his own attack against him. He knew Ukiah would probably find a way out though; he was good at that.

He was not about to let this be the end of it. He brought his hands up, and gave a small wink. He was about to shift a very large amount of Paradigm force into the area surrounding Ukiah. However, to do this, he had to sacrifice a very large amount of life-force energy... so he had to pick a planet of people. His mind only acted in a split second.

Novod, the Farplane.

Suddenly, their existance was wiped out, as he collided the spiritual energy with a mass of Anti-thought and Uniquim, causing the energy to be forced through into the Paradigm Plane, as they were all wiped out.

The paradigm force seemed to roll from nowhere, suddenly surrounding Ukiah. Its amount was huge, overtly Universal in size. The building and reality, and the plane itself seemed to be under torrential stress from the amount of this. Valyon knew Ukiah though, and figured he would find a way out of this...

"What now?"

OOC:

BP is going to be pissed... Lmao

[Endless Devoid]

OOC:.........you b*tch -.-

Shred him up Morph >.>

[Morpheaus]

Valyon’s teleportation negated Ukiah’s gravitational modifications but he made a mental note of the place anyway. No reason to waste an unknown variable. Spinning around with to face Valyon he watched with an impatient grin while Valyon easily countered the black lightening. It seemed his old friend had Valyon back on the old fashioned layered wizard’s robes, which would offer him quiet a bit of protection while giving unique freedom of movement. But all black was such a cliché thing to wear. Twisting his wrist in a quick flower like motion Ukiah uttered a quick verse and formed a small fire ball in his hand, but before he could finish the attack Valyon had reversed the path of his insects. Only an instant separated the vast wave of carnivores’ insects from him, with precious little time to react he had to think quickly. Luckily for him Valyon had over extended leaving Ukiah a rather unique opportunity for escape.

He knew timing meant everything in this case. An attack from pure Paradigm force would devastate entire planes of existence. Keeping his attention on both the insects and Valyon’s nearly infinite attack wave Ukiah ticked off a silent account between milliseconds. The insects reached him first literally tearing his body apart an armor apart as Ukiah lowered his level of defense to barely above human. A guttural scream emerged from his lips seconds before the wave of Paradigm force washed over what was left of his body and the insects. Soon the scream turned into a roar that tore at the fringes of reality literally reordering the skies over head into a mass of thunder storms and tore at the tectonic plates of the entire planet. It was not so much a roar of pain, nor was it an expression of frustration; it actually had to do with Ukiah literally tearing his astral, mental, and spiritual selves from his body. The three merged into one protected form deep within the heart of the astral plane, the Paradigm plane’s complete opposite. The sensations of viewing one’s own destruction while not actually being there to experience the physical pains gave Ukiah a curiously detached feeling. Perhaps he’d experiment with the process again at some later point in time. The Paradigm force obliterated the last vestiges of his body with minimal effort, but luckily a handful of insects were completely intact. Ukiah had counted on this fact from the very beginning and though it was doubtful Valyon had overlooked the possibility of the strategy, it was doubtful he’d expect Ukiah to employ it. After all, who willingly let themselves be physical obliterated?

The insects themselves began to swirl, gathering together and sharing their energy. Soon they had reproduced thousands more insects and those thousands produced hundreds of thousands, and so on and so forth until there were millions once more. With a quickness that would catch even Valyon off guarded they began to swirl into one compact funnel. The funnel floated mere inches from Valyon himself, but the insects did not move for him. Sounds of millions of overly large mandibles tearing away at rough insect chitin began to feel the air, giving a strangely harmonizing melody to match Valyon’s choice of theme song. Each insect tore away at its brothers and sisters adding to a great mass at the center of the funnel, soon they had literally torn each other to nothingness leaving a mass of mushy and smelly remains.

“AAAAHHH!”

Faster than thought the mass exploded outward in a massive burst of light; in its place stood Ukiah in full armor once more, with a cunning smile spread across his features.
In a blur of motion his hands snapped onto either side of Valyon’s head, latching tightly onto his skull, and dragging the two fighters against each other. Close as they were the dim symbols in Ukiah’s eyes burned into Valyon’s with an aggressive glee. “Hello there,” Ukiah said mockingly. At that exact instant a massive wave of pure magical force on par with a ten supernovae burst from Ukiah’s hands, eyes, and mouth, engulfing both warriors in a shower of explosive power that sent the entire solar system ablaze. Ukiah began to laugh excitedly, holding tightly onto Valyon’s head, while pressing their foreheads together, and pouring even greater amounts of energy into the attack, literally drawing upon an entire Universe’s stars and other natural resources.

[Lord of Chaos]

Valyon had indeed accounted for these things. Ukiah was such a unique opponent. In this attack especially, he had proved his pennance. Never once in history did "Uki" fail Valyon's expectations... well, there was once. During a time when Valyon had to re-align the evil and good in the Omniverse, Ukiah had fallen expectedly into his trap. Thus proving that not even the Dream was infalliable. Then he remembered, how, later on, Ukiah proved the same of Valyon.

All in all, an eye for an eye.

Valyon gritted his teeth as Ukiah forced the attack onto him. This was an odd choice, but not one without it's disadvantages. While he would essentially, "grin and bear it", there was much more going on around them. Valyon merely grabbed onto Ukiah's skull as well, as he gave him a small mischevious wink, as if telling Ukiah that he had completely overlooked a possibility. Whether he had or not, would be related soon. However, it was true; Ukiah had done something very foolish.

The space betweem atoms is a very... peculiar and indefinite thing. So many things can happen, so many things do. In this instance, there was something of an anomally happening. The space between them, which contained chaos in an unrefined form, but being on such an infintesimal level, it held the Omniverse together... like a negative glue, so to speak. Valyon was merely tweaking this variable.

Slowly, he pulled together this space around them, and, in doing so, was forming a contradiction that could never exist legally in the Omniverse. This was forcing a rift into the continuim itself. A continuim that not even beings such as Valyon or Ukiah could escape. The space around them seemed to freeze, as they became locked in that moment, that specific moment, unable to move anywhere else. The reason for this was the fact that their thought of movement and futuristic logorithmic details were being corrupted, therefore leaving them null and void.

The huge amount of spacial-space, as it could be deemed, seemed to be re-routing the power of the Omniverse itself. Slowly, the two found themself in an unescapable situation. Around them, was a Nulio-centric Vortex, an Icosohedron of perplexity and altruisms that could not be countered, because in itself, was already countered and replayed over, leaving no possibility.

This was it, destruction at a whim. Valyon gritted his teeth as he sent Ukiah a message.

"Endgame friend. This is something you may have heard of in your travels; A uni-balaced irridiat vortex of unthought and existence merged into a swirling tropoly of Super-String Theory existance. In other words, I suggest you take a draw, or else, we both lose, by fore-deemed Lateral corruption. We would, of course, be remade sooner or later... but the fight would be over. So, either, take a draw, or we both go bye-bye for a while."

This was an unescapable technique; Valyon had merely locked Ukiah, just as Ukiah probably would have done eventually to Valyon.

OOC: Sorry my friend; that's..well it's not game, but, care for a draw? ^_^

[Keyblade Smitey]

Aw man, just as it was getting good! *Chucks empty popcorn pot over shoulder* Good match guys, super-powerful to the max! Remind me never to challenge either of you!