Celestial Burst: Shatter the Heavens

[Ubiquity]

What?? In any case this is a battle that needs to happen for kicks and for the surmise of something that is later to come, but moving along in the making. It was talked about conjured and so on and so forth, and I got picked to put up the thread, so here it is.

This is a team battle 2on2, Myself and Healing Vision using Reforge and Garforge respectively against Psychokinesis' Cross Bellator and Fallen Grace's Scorge Batos. As per the norm I won't post rules because we all know em and they certainly apply in this fight. For now I will post my template and the location then and merely wait for the others to post their templates.

Location: The landscape is quite odd, created just for the purpose of this fight, the colors far beyond what anyone has ever seen, so crisp, so bright, so perfect. There is no real ground to speak of, yet it could be explained as ground if you wanted it to. There are several hundred platforms formed out of what appears to be a diamond substance, but with the oddity of the location, it can't be confirmed. The area goes on for what seems like millions of miles, so there is more than enough space for each person. The diamond like platforms are shaped like hills, clumps of rock, even houses, but are all colored a squeamishly bright colors glossed with another singular color.

As for the distance that makes the area not have a ground setting, the land that is there is several hundred feet up, all suspended by something, or someone, yet the main issue would be the bubbling white substance that is below, which can probably destroy just about anything if it is touched, so the peril is greater than anything else. Plumes of the substance erupt every so often, and the platforms seem to have minds of their own, rising and falling right into the liquid with no warning at all This place is outside the realms that others know of, thus it is not an actual part of the universe so to make. Most makeups and compounds don't exist on this plane as it is a reality that is directly affected by the power of Orsa and those whom govern its powers The notion of bypassing the transcendental forces around are intact, and nothing exists as it should......

This is a Continuum Battle....



Name: Reforge

Age: Uh what?? Reforge is hella old, by thinking on the basis that Refroge is as old as what just might be and now in this kind of form, one could say that he is an ageless being of manifestation and has lived for many spans at a time. Age is a meaningless notion for him because of this.

Gender: Reforge seems to be a male, but then again....

Appearance: Having creamy caramel or lighter colored skin, Reforge stands at 5’6, and has a strong body build. He is perfectly proportioned, and his posture is very graceful and defined. His face and head have an overall calm expression set to them, his nose isn't pointed, but just the right roundness, so that it rests on his face and balances it. The hair atop his head is unreal looking, blowing about like spiked static with low saturation of violet and magenta colors the wisps of his hair giving off particles of essence at all times. He has arched eyebrows that set off bright florescent eyes with a lucid blue zig zag that easily give the impression of looking into a pool of everlasting tantra being. His tongue is studded. Reforge used to look like something pretty twisted, mainly being made of essence but now is on the slim side he isn’t too muscular, but his framework makes it so that he is perfectly balanced. Rather than over dress or under dress like a lot of others people seem to do these days, he only wears a long deep blue trench coat made of essence itself that shimmers with both purple hues and purple shirt like armament underneath.

His body isn't actually visible due to his clothing, and his legs also are obscure from view that is if he really even has any at all. Under his clothing, the center of his back has a rune embedded on it that houses a galaxy from the plane of Orsa which heralds inner and outer meaning. While his left hand appears normal, his right always glows with a radiant glare of blue forces that crest over his clawed and somewhat disturbed looking hand. His back houses a pair of enormous wings that flare up with red to purple hues of essence, the span of them reaching a maximum of about 35 feet when outstretched. Of course he can just as easily make the wings vanish, but they look much cooler on his back anyway

Personality: Reforge is put off by others more than anything else, but he seems to have a rather gentle nature at times His long span of life being that which has gained him immeasurable amounts of knowledge His past is based on so much turmoil and the concept of the terrible that he merely exists and thus his fathom for being gets larger. As time moves on he reflects his counterpart.

Abilities
Essence Infinity- Reforge uses abilities that include, but are not limited to magickal, physical, and spiritual properties as his innate manipulation and existence of pure power itself makes him able to formulate, use, breakdown, interpret, and above all else create or destroy what he pleases. His ability could be described as the prowess to both build and ruin on a whim, thus Reforge is an epitome of extremities, and he can move just about ANYTHING with his prowess. Basically able to absorb and direct the forces of the verses to do his bidding. He doesn’t need to eat, sleep, breath, drink or function the way others do as he can convert essence to stay sustained.

Reforge is one of a kind he can control the mind beyond belief, thus his structuring is not based upon anything but the raw makeup of existence so siphoning ANYTHING from him won't work. The notion on perfect meta-physicality is present, so Reforge's being places him inside the stream of time/space but buffers how he is affected with a chronic-impulsive force rendering unnatural or irregular time/space manipulation not controlled by him more than completely useless.

Armaments
Fortinbras and Proginoskes –These weapons are a manifest of symbolic ties to what is Reforge and Garforge, they belong together as two brothers supporting each others essence as a whole. While Fortinbras is a weapon that which is based upon the actual distortion of the essence to break it down for use unto which isn't supposed to be, it is deemed in this case the link to Garforge. On the other hand, Proginoskes is that which is used and held together by the raw format of the essence, amounts of it that can be ultimately used to focus and form whatever may be brought into being, such ability makes its connection with that of the younger brother; Reforge as he wields the essence to build rather than negate.

Fortinbras- A weapon that seems to be made of a cohesive of fluxes that are bound to what is in essence. The sporadic nature of this weapon makes it so that it can generate nearly any kind of property and shift the weapon into many forms. To say that he can spawn energy with Fortinbras would be incorrect, it is rather that Fortinbras causes a flux of essence to do its bidding and thus can use fire, or water, or any other element or property, by using the raw format of what is in the verses. With that said the raw of what is bypasses that of an element in tow regardless and also causes a shift in essence making his elements elements naught.

Proginoskes- This is a weapon made of celestial amounts of raw essence, The weapon manifests outside of Reforge as a cape of sorts that starts to flow down behind him, and at most times reaches just above the ground in appearance. It has the appearance of tampered essence, which in turn gives the cape a mildly odd translucent red/blue appearance, and even though it IS a cape, it looks like essence because that is exactly what it is. There are a quite a few rips and tears in the cape as well. The cape is able to extend to just about any size, and move in any direction, and can change whatever Reforge wants into existing reality with the cape itself. The cape can be used for defensive purposes, or for offensive purposes, such as transforming into weapon attachments, or even copies of Reforge that are in essence equality; Reforge. In weather, the cape works just the same, but because it is very light, in the wind, it can blow about, and stretch to insane shapes, and sizes, putting on a show for others.....

[Healing Vision]

Do it up nicely Tavish.

Name: Garforge

Age: In his time of sustaining his own being, as long as something has been around, he was around before it, leading to say Garforge's age cast he has lived for eons at a time.

Gender: appears as Male

Appearance: Garforge. Standing erectly to a height of 5’9, hair of the color pale white, delicately folded backwards and upward spiked. A widow’s peak separating his bangs to the sides, eyes of an turquoise yet medium teal tint sit between his eye stalks. His face stoic and softly toned, nose not so protruding but rounded at the end. His hair is just a little long and fastened with an unruly and uncontained flow past his shoulder. An important physical aspect on his chest, an engraved crown, with a keyhole embedded on his chest, concealed by a false veil of flesh.

His build, slim and with some athletically toned pecs and abs. Of average size limbs, he’s pretty long for someone only half of six feet. Shirtless be his back exposed with what appears to the average eye, tendrils of what Garforge essentially is. Naught. Oblivion. Utilized as an extension of himself. The drapes covering his lower half concealing if he has or lacks whats lower. For his wings, grandeur in elegance yet eloquent and pseudo-perfection.

Personality: Garforge has aged, is wise, and within the spans of his existence he is knowledgeable. His history tells the tales of his deceit and treachary of days long since passed. Garforge guile expands as the fabric of existence continues to flourish, needless to say at the rate it expands his knowledge respectively increases.

Weapons:

Hitsun&Loviembre ~ Both tell the tale of Garforge and Reforge in the best possible symbolism there is. These two, are both brother and brother. As brothers they have a tendency or dependency to one another as far as completion is concerned. Hitsun is the younger brother to Loviembre, its capability ties in symbolism to Reforge. By nature, Hitsun is sporadic and spontaneous and ultimately the endless river that rides the soul. Able to embody strength of spiritual ties, each in some sense going back to essence and ultimately the flexibility is the same. Hitsun manipulates the essence of what is no more, and therefore ceased, that which tethers to one's soul ensuring that it can be utilized further even after death.

Loviembre is the conflicting half and essentially the completion of Hitsun. Where as Hitsun controls the essence of what is no more, Loviembre deems sovereignty to renew essence found within the soul. Breathing life into the fallen which Hitsun is merely a single step incapable of doing. It is there Loviembre's reanimation can be influenced and give him comprehensible control over the now living shell. Able to restore mortal flesh and bone, even soul, however their will is his and their mind lost to oblivion.

Each sharing the very exact same secondary purpose. Both bracelets can assume the form of whatever Garforge whims may be, in this light, of course they will appear as armaments, armor, even tools or clothing. In other words they become something physical and compensates their own physical space and switch with something else, or the idea of oblivion spawning some kind of item or article from nothing eliminating the switch factor.

Abilities: Essence Oblivion: Garforge himself uses abilities as a given from the alleged non-existent and humbled end. Immersed in a connected to Oblivion, he draws power from a pseudoexisting place, plane, dimension, reality, and space altogether. His existence establishes that the existence of non-existence is valid. Given how this is applied magickally, spiritually, and/or physically it servers as the ultimate negation, reflection, absorption, channel, and manipulator of what form enters it. Through a time and space perspective, magick or energy making contact is physically absorbed into the non-existence and is thus degrading till it is no more.

As an anomaly of the latter of where time and space intertwine he escapes the influence of these two to be inflicted on him yet stays within the laws and concepts of both time and space, a being of higher standing outside those lines CAN affect and inflict the forces of the same magnitude but ultimately the adjustment of these forces with in being instead of negated will, the effects are ultimately lessoned in degree of intensity.

[Chimubar]

Damn, Im so happy I got wood.

Name: Cross Bellator

Age: 14

Race: Edonian (also immortal)

Sex: male

Appearance: Cross

Like all people who is able to use Heela, Cross has white and black hair (white on the right, and black on the left). His eyes are mis-matched, the right one slate gray and the left one a red colour. On his cheeks are markings with a shape reminicent of boomerangs. He has a slim build thats betrays how strong he his. He only weighs about 155lbs, and when standing erect is about 5'11. The upper half of his attire consists of a zip-up white and black sweater. The side is black with white on the sleeve and vice-versa on the other side of the sweater. The collar isn't visible by other people because his scarf Levis, covers it. Around the arm-pit area are tannish-brown "guards" as he would call it. His attire below his waist consists of grayish pants, the left side being long while the right side is short. A kind of dress-thingy (I dont really know the proper term for it) wraps around the from the front of his right leg to the back of his left leg. On his right foot is a white high-top with red shoe-laces and on his left foot is a black high-top.

Abilities: Heela- Heela is an essence that is everywhere, but can only be used by a very few people. It is basically pure almost holy form of energy. Heela can be used as a power source for specific types of powerful magic, each one reflecting on the pesons. It can be used for healing, attacking, ect. Heela is divided into to three subdivisions; White Heela, Black Heela, and Dimensia Heela. Most people are only able to use one kind of Heela (Dimensia Heela), but Cross has dominion over all three making him the only true Heela holder. White Heela focus's mainly over reconstruction and gives the user the ability to use almost unfathomable amounts of psychokinesis. An example of Black Heela is black Kakutan. Black Heela focuses mainly on deconstruction and decomposistion. Examples of Dimensia Heela are Ruimte and Tempo. This kind of Heela uses dimensional disorders to disortate the faberic of time and space itself....

Ruimte- By manipulating Heela around his body, Kirin can create a dimension disotorter. He can appear and dissapear anywhere at anytime of his choosing. He can be watching over New York and then appear on pluto in less than an instant. Ruimte can even give the user the ability to travel through parallel universes, being able to see more than things than any person ever should. Ruimte requires no energy and doesn't make any noise, so Cross can use it whenever he wants non-stop until he gets hungry. Ruimte is compatible with all the kinds of Heela, thus being able to mix Ruimte with all kinds of attacks. With Cross' mastery of Ruimte, he is able to "seperate his limbs", being able to stick his head out of people's bodies if his has the mind to.

Tempo- By manipulating Heela around him Cross can somewhat control time. Though he can reverse time, he doesn't like to do it unless it is absolutly nessicary. He'd rather die without "cheating" then reverse time and win. Whenever he uses Tempo in battle, Cross just slows down time so he can use Ruimte to avoid any attacks and also gives him an easy target...

Assorba- Assorba is a red triangle on his left palm, that's power is simply absorption. Any object from spiritual to phisical can be absorbed by Assorba. Once absorbed it is converted into Heela. Cross has a choice of saving the Heela for later, or send it back out in a condensed blast of Heela, with twice the impact force as what he absorbed. The absorbed Heela can also be used for healing non-fatal wounds. However, Assorba is powered by his soul, so the more he uses it the more of his soul is lost to Heela.

Black Kakutan- Black Kakutan is a ver minor form of Black Heela, but powerful nun-theless. Black Kakutan is created by gathering, condensing, and compacting black Heela. Black Kakutan usually comes out a spikes about two feet long, however it has no definate shape. Thus Cross can manipulate the shape as if it was an elestic. Because it is a minor form of Black Heela, it uses a minor decomposing formula. Even just a tiny cut from Black Kakutan can decompose a small amout of skin around the cut and can even decompose the bone (the amount of decompisistion that takes place depends on how bad the cut is).

White Kakutan- White kakutan is a minor form of White Heela. White Kakutan is created the same way Black kakutan is. However, one distinct difference between White and Black Kakutan is the ablities. White Kakutan can recunstruct any object, spiritual or phisical. It can also be used to heal an injury by peircing oneself with it. That's pretty much it.....

Absolute white and black- With this technique, Cross is able to contol and manipulate both white and black heela in almost anyway he chooses. He can use it in order to fly, and can basically control the esscenses to absolute completion. Its basicallythe manipulation of matter, thus giving them endless possibilites. However the matter is a special kind of matter which can be only manipulated by Cross and Cross only. It's as simple as that.

Weapons:

Levis- Levis is the long red scarf that Cross wears around his neck. To Cross the scarf is essentially both his sword and his sheild. Cross is able to control it using telekinesis, he is also able to change it's mass and density using a prospect similar to both white and black heela. The length of Levis is virtyally endless, but Cross likes to keep it to about eight feet (two-feet around his neck and the remaining flowing down his back).

bone prodigium- Bone prodigum is summoned by a tattoo of a skull and crossbone on Cross' right palm. Bone prodiguim has several different uses. Cross was inspired to develop it a year ago during his travels through parrallel dimensions. He eventually mascareded as Kirin Cross of Crynn and met a hot girl named Aina. The girl used Bendis and Meltis on Cross and he had no way how to get out. Cross then made an attempt to somewhat duplicate it which led to the birth of bone prodiguim.

Bone prodiguim is 5 glowing "windows" of energy. Surrounding the circular windows are black bone. The windows act as portals to different dimensions that Cross already conquered. He will get several people from each dimension and force them to use his bidding and aide him in battle. Just as the windows open doors to other dimensions they can isolate a person in a small dimension making it almost impossible for them to find a way out. Bone prodigium can also act as a mirror, reflecting all mid-far ranged attacks....


Personality: Kirin is a giant perv for his age. He will peak on women occasionally and use the excuse that he's a child and doesn't know better (It only works 21% of the time). Besides that he has that cuteness attitude that alot of people love. He is very unpredictable but knows his limitations. Though a very social person, he isn't fast to let anyone in. He is also very fasinated by lightning for some reason....]

[Ubiquity]

Ah, using Cross of course, this will be lovely.

[Chimubar]

Originally Posted by Ubiquitous

Ah, using Cross of course, this will be lovely.

Ya figured he'd be the most appropriate one to take on Ref and Gar

[Ubiquity]

Really?? well then do it to it. As long as we have substance we'll sustain ourselves in some form. No doubt Ref will have something to say about the last fight.

[Grace Falls]

Name: Scorge Batos

Age: Just merely a number to being with...

Gender: Male

Appearance: Scorge’s body stands 6’3” tall and weighs about 185 pounds. He is strong, slender, flexible, and semi-muscular in which he can be dangerously powerful. His body is also flawlessly proportioned and particularly elegant from the time and energy he spent making it. Scorge has a slightly tanned grayish skin color which sometimes doesn’t seem gray at all but rather peachy at times. His facial structures are well balanced making his face quite handsome, or even beyond that. His cloudy blue eyes seem to glow and can even daze beings that peer into them deeply. Faint purple light also glows from the area below his eyes, primarily the cheeks. Scorge has silvery hair that is 10 inches which is covered with a dim blue hue. The hair flows upwards and behaves like a single steady flame moving in slow motion. He bears a faint scar that runs diagonally through his left eye. Scorge has both ears pierced and with it black diamond earrings. Spiraling lines of energy of many different colors escape from his body, some even traveling up to twenty feet, giving him quite the amazing effect. These harmless lights appear randomly with only a few wandering about. Scorge’s attire comprises of a simple black t-shirt, black pant, and a high collared jacket-cloak. With the colors spawning from him, these clothes seem to dim brilliantly with the many colors.

Personality: Scorge’s personality matches with this stoic outwards appearance, as he rarely changes his facial expression. This does not mean at all that he doesn’t feel emotions. He is quite the person that will not allow the actions of others to impede the objectives he has. Scorge only finds interest in those who he deems worthy and the others are just nothing to him that mean nothing at all. However, he is not the overly confident person or one who is highly disrespectful, but in fact has a high sense of honor. He is the calm type…

Ability: Unity – Scorge controls the forces of Unity and is defined as the ability of being undivided, unbroken completeness, or whole of nothing wanted. He is still who he is for he’ll always be what he is. Of things that exist, he can be in whole and harmonize with the hearts of what he only can. He draws from the unity and union of which he is in unity with and the forces in which it is to control it and use it on whim, making everything that he processes his very own at structure. Necessarily, unification does NOT mean absorbing. Scorge can render any forces of disunity, separation, alternation, mastery, consumption, manipulation and the likes that are used upon him useless, for he will always be bonded with his power and with what he is bonded with. Scorge can reverse his ability to the negative and control the complete opposite, disunity where he can separate things to form discord, causing twists and distortions to the very core, and this can extend to rejection of things to the nothingness.Truly, this being is ultimately what can become one with such and yet what can reject at once.

In this life and for this battle, Scorge unifies himself with the universe in which he can conjure and manipulate the natural forces of the universe. The universe contains the stars and the worlds, and within they contain natural phenomenon of their own. Such attacks can range from the manifestation of solar flares to shower of comets and even the manipulation of the elements of the world, plus he can create numerous different assortments of attacks and defenses, in active and passive forms, while manipulating these forces materially and spiritually. However, such attacks are scaled far from the real.


Weapons: Scarn: A phantasmal weapon that wraps entirely around Scorge’s forearms that is composed of dark-sided corrupted yet pure celestial forces. Scarn has no solid appearance, but is rather swirls of random shimmering light in a cloud-like sense. Small transparent cubes and thin rectangular prism align in a circular shape around the forearms that rotate and spin at random. Binding itself with the cosmic stars, it can keep a constant somewhat endless flow of spiritual energy celestial light into itself. The nature of Scarn reconstructs such energy within Scorge and very format of the energy cannot be consumed, altered, mastered, broken, or manipulated by any outside forces. The pure cosmic energy manifests its appearance into a form of what may be considered light, however it is far beyond that and can be summoned within impossible, such as in water, and from that notion of light comes fire, lightning, and waves, but yet other elements are comprised with such. The light has eight different attributes that represent the stars: harmony, degeneration, construction, propagation, tranquility, solidification, activation, and rejection. Each different power has its own color, appearance, behavior, and texture of light. Scarn has many varieties of both offense and defense of super-spiritual celestial forces, which like Scorge can create numerous different assortments of attacks, and defenses, in active and passive forms, while manipulating these forces materially and spiritually. The light of fire can be of horrifying temperatures and reduce objects into ashes. The light can be manipulated with such excellence it is both beautiful and yet chaotic.

Yeah, if my abilities doesn't work or if it's, what Tav says, "naught" then just say so and tear it up. I came up with this on whim last night and finished this today. I think this power is quite nice and i got the inspiration from a manga. I should be done sometime later tonight if i got the motivation.

[Ubiquity]

After the fact of this opening post don't edit anything about your templates after you post.

It was yet another battle, but this one closer to that of older times than anything in many many years. Reforge and Garforge were to do battle with two foes of sorts, a duo that involved one by the name of Scorge Batos and one that was called Cross Bellator. To say that these two beings were something out of the ordinary wasn't entirely true, but it was more of Cross' doing than anything that Reforge alternatively wanted to bother thinking about anyway. Recently, Cross had battled Reforge on the earthly plane and ended up trying a ridiculous feat that got him robbed of all his essence and killed off his existence so to speak before Reforge had mercy on him and reconstituted what he was so that he could still exist elsewhere. This battle was to be one of lessons and judgment upon those whom continually broke the laws of what were and tried to manifest their powers in ways that weren't seriously possible.

The place was beyond anything anyone of either Cross or Scorge had ever seen before, and more than likely would never see again. It was like a cosmic alternation of color and surrealistic notions that were based upon Orsa's call to those lost to its power, or that which wasn't based on its power that wanted to be. The upward reaches of the place was just as brilliant as anything, but it didn't hold the meaning for a sky, more like just another place that was in the place that was already there.

Colors floated and flitted around, the many platforms that seemed to make up the place twittering with vibrancy and awe. As per the rules of the place, both Scorge and Cross would be pulled inside this place and housed upon a separate platform before hand, so they were already there to look around. However, Reforge and Garforge weren't bound by this law, thus they had other means to come and go from the realm.

On the far left side, three small platforms all colored pink, with separate hues atop them of , lime green, red, and turquoise. They spun violently, twisting and clanging into one another until stopping and being crested over by a tidal wave of the white hot liquid beneath the platforms far below. As this dripped off and destroyed the platforms, in mid decomposing, they reformed, and a figure build up from their mist, energies swirling around the figure until all could se that it was Reforge. Seemingly his body was incomplete, his wings were not visible and the coloring was nowhere to be found, he was just a clear figure.....

"But I like color." As hr muttered these words, the colors he should have had from the start filled rapidly in, his body forming completely and the essences of his being locking into place on a more balanced plane of logic. It appeared as though the surrounding platforms had been robbed of their hues of color as Reforge gained his and essenced into a being on the plane. His wings however materialized outward, dropping into place as though they grew out of the space around Reforge as he stared across the distance, something he did often in fights like this, "Garforge come out and play with me...."

[Healing Vision]

This place was of the imagination, brilliantly surmised by Orsa. Deemed a reality with surrealism dubbed at every reach. The colors diluted, translucent, even ever-lasting in the distorting pigments. Quite fond of the setting already, he watched from another at the border between crossing into this setting. The two, already in place, because it was deemed as such between Reforge and himself.

Two eyes. Sat in space, piercing at them from above. As if the space they were in wasn't already fascinating enough. These largely proportioned ovals, containing teal shaded irises, watching them all. A grin phased in, glint with a shine from his white teeth. Garforge was so nefarious in the mental department simply deviating himself to the pair for Reforge's amusement. A loud grin echoed across the plane.

The eyes and mouth then vanished. Reforge, in transparent form. Being colored in by the very space he resided in, this was something in extension to what Reforge ultimately was, effortless, the completion of his form taken had ceased. And there he was, with this, he wanned for Garforge...

"Garforge come out and play with me...."

Inhiding, he smiled in the most twisted sense deemed fathomable to Reforge. Sprouting from space, mere feet from an unflinching Reforge. Black tendrils searing from nowhere, translucent in colour. Ever twisting until it formed a spike covered in in the very tendrils covering it. As the floating colours danced and were being pulled in, he was was being given colored. Wrapped in now black tendrils, departing at an slow pace, unwraveled be the being underneath. Garforge. His wings descending from his back, at a horizontal splendor then encompassing past and touching Reforge's from where he stood.

"Then let us play with them...Reforge."

[Chimubar]

It happened almost out of knowhere. One minute Cross was taking a bite out of the biggest sandwhich he had ever seen. The next minute he was standing on top of platform in some colorful area that looked like it was made of diamond. Actually, the place looked pretty cool, just way to colorful, it hurt his eyes. Spreading his wings, Cross flew around looking at the platforms, houses, rocks all glowing in different colors.

"What happened to not fighting kids Ref?? I thought that I was too young!" Somehow Cross knew that this was Reforge's doing. There was no way that anybody else could create something as beutiful as Eden was when Cross was born.Looking around a little more, Cross noticed another man near the area. He was someone that Cross didn't recognize and he could only assume that he was here to fight Ref too. "Heh, looks like it's gonna be two on two then. Me and that guy against Ref and his partner in crime.... this is gonna be fun." Cross was itching to have a real fight with Reforge, ever since that last time when he tried to do the impossible. However, instead of getting excited and charging at them, Cross just placed himself on another platform. Waiting for them to come to him....

[Ubiquity]

Like a joke from heaven, Gar manifested himself with the intent of amusement to Reforge with was just how he showed up. His smile ripping from what wasn't and broadening outward to show on the planes. Reforge giggled with sincere joy at Garforge's appearance, when their wings touched, Reforge glared at Gar for a few seconds. The spot where they touched was amidst in a flash of colorless pulse that seemed to make the wings there vanish. "How annoying." He turned to Garforge and rolled his eyes, pieces of essence blowing from his hair.

"What happened to not fighting kids Ref?? I thought that I was too young!" Reforge was completely amused by this comment, only turning slowly to respond as Garforge cut him off with a reply that he was waiting for....

His brother meant twisted business. "Then let us play with them...Reforge."

"Well after you showed that your age was full of madness, I assumed that you had no problem with being here. You got erased by me, and now that I had given you another chance, I am granting your wish." He had proceeded to just smile before looking back at Cross and answering, "Besides, you directed after the last time that you would be seeing me again soon."

Reforge chose to attack for a start. Proginoskes stretched out from everywhere, but only made notion to move from Reforge's back where the cape was more or less attached. The insane tendrils and pulses of the cape blasted through several platforms, moving with growing speeds as they zipped out and flew around Cross in many directions. "Meh, just a drag." The cape had expended a bit of essence to cause a flux of light less dubbed force that radiated from the capes numerous forces were it moved.

[Grace Falls]

Short post but yeah, better than nothing i suppose?

The vast wilderness of colors was quite amazing and beyond belief. This realm was quite unique and never have Scorge seen anything like it. Platforms of diamonds sparkled throughout the area as they were scattered all about, all of them in different shapes, quite different from the others around them. They moved as if they had minds of their own in perfect harmony, none even coming in contact with another. As Scorge's body began to manifest slowly within this plane, he saw three figures, two of which were alike, however so different, and another who was meant to be his partner. This was going to be a pain in the ass, but yet he knew he was being transported into this realm as his unification with the world was slipping, but yet it was still here.

Time? Was there such thing in here? However, it seemed like Scorge appeared a bit too late, for the being known as Reforge began the battle. His cape or whatever it was, released pulses and twisting figures that were all aimed towards Cross. Scorge looked intently at his ally, hoping he would do something interesting about his situation. He doesn't know much about these people, but they seemed to know each other, and this sort of discouraged Scorge. This first attack is going to signify if he can trust his partner...

[Healing Vision]

Already there apparently doesn't filter through...you know what, never mind. So i heard you like poke'manz man'g.

Beginning to trickle with a sadistic laugh, Garforge couldn't help but expand and let his voice boom across the abstractness of the plane. He quelled his passion to see things emerge and yet disappear all at the same time. It was him, acting as the key to ultimately everything that seemed to spawn, and was ratified by Reforge, both essentially playing a heavy part on these two, one child, the other an enigma in his own right. To him did Garforge's attention turn.

There he was, looking up. Meeting his gaze, within something of an incomprehensible light, not even light matched his travel. To exist, and there in lied how he'd arrived at this one's front and personal space respectively outside of his senses. He smiled, then turning his back as his wings did unfold and filtered in a beautiful spectral appearance of colours filling the translucent feathered wings. With each seemingly mortal step he took on the floating diamond, he distanced himself as his tendrils swam and ripped an infinitesimal hole there yet unseen as he was walking away. From there, no long negligible, it spanned in radius, diameter, and circumference of a portal through which there existed naught from just mere glance, this void, contained something. A massive Wailord (sp?) ranging through, and tethered into existence, more than one all coming out at once raging towards this one.

"So I heard you like poke'mons man'g."

Not regretting his mockery of bad English he watched, amused, and smiled.

[Ubiquity]

Really?? I can hold out for Chim because he hasn't been online for long and told me he was in the hospital....

Grace Falls however, I am going to assume that you wish to forfeit the match. In a mere hour it will be three days since you have NOT responded and you certainly have had time. Not only have you posted in multiple other threads, you have even recently posted challenges to OTHER members of the sight while NOT posting in this one.

Also you did HV dusty by declining his fight and immediately challenging GM_C last night.

Your character is dead in the next hour with no response to this, or a post.

[Grace Falls]

I was gonna wait for Chim to post but i had no idea what was wrong with him. -.-

Scorge was confronted by Garforge who appeared immediately before his face. He then walked back a few steps or so as he opened a rift within the space and a giant whale like beast appeared. Never have he seen such a ridiculously looking animal and nor does he like seeing such an ugly creation. This whale appeared to be in rage as it dropped crashing towards Scorge. Scorge released large flames from his hands and flew down away from the Wailord and began to move in a U-Turn dodging the colossal monster. As he was flying up, he stared at Garforge and studied his figure.

"That wasn't nice... At least introduce yourself 'man'g" Scorge wasn't really in the mood to fight just yet, actually not until his partner Cross did something with Reforge's attack. But hell with that. Scorge extended his hands at Garforge, "Prominence". This high concentrated radiation and temperature pillar of fire was released from what seemed like around Scorge's body. It came roaring at increasing speeds at his enemy...