Soul Temperance

[Healing Vision]

No sense in letting one universe characters go to waste. This will be a quick bout.

Rules:
The standard obviously apply.
Restrictions: Soul Eater Universe Characters coughdeathcitycough
Battle Type: Mild-Power/Melee, non-continuum

Location: Shibusen. Outside this massive structure of a school is a field in which many meisters have fought before them. Not limited to just this space, the vagrants have even treaded inside where the classrooms all seem to look the same and layed out like a basic university. Proceeding to the long halls of symmetrical splendor fashioned by Death The Kid himself. Lined with many plaques with shinigami-sama's face, names under them of perfect 6-star meisters of the highest caliber. There is however the most disturbing picture of Excalibur near the end of the hallwayy that students think at times just blatantly stares at them and they hear a non-stop five hour rant in their mind.

Since its formatted like individuals, its myself and Regret against Reforge Ubiquity. No judges need, but watchers welcome. <_< Ubi we're not doubling teaming, your just using two people at the same time lol. Think of this as an alternate scenario of what could've happened in the RP.



Here's my SE temp.

Name: "Jerome T. Cartwright" Alias / Kishin, Howaido

Age: 17 [28]

Persona: Appealing as a bit of a somewhat carefree spirit would greatly explain a lot of his character. Appearing as a newly commissioned student his attention span and patience are limited to his adolescence. He often dreams of things larger than that of Death City's walls, and wants to chase the clouds. Kindred as his soul appears, well concealed would be his second life as a fully realized truth of that which is a Kishin. Yet he's unaware of this part of him, his normality lies in his ignorance to his true self.

Appearance: About five feet and ten inches in height. His hair is loose and somewhat long, the only spikes are found in his bangs, two the left eye and four to the right side of his face which conceal his right eye. The rest folds backwards and slopes behind him cut off at the back of his neck, fairly short, but well taken care of white hair. His eyes are a fierce shade of amber, rivaling hazel color for those color picky observers. On his neck, a black choker with a white spiral at his Adam's apple.

His body's pretty standard shaped, he's slim with some athletic tones that form when he uses white rip. His attire consist of a white undershirt, complimented with a sleeveless hoody, no pockets found. Mostly white, with black sides near the ribs to abs. Complimenting symmetry with black pants with two white stripes trailing down the sides, with two white and yet oddly comfortable shoes. He has a white arm band on his upper left arm. A black wristband on his right hand with finger bands on his middle and ring fingers, one black the other white.

Position: Meister/Student and Scythe Technician

Partner: [Elysia Christoph/Regret]

Weapon: My weapon's name is Elysia Christoph, she becomes a scythe and her appearance will alter between two different modes. Each used suiting the setting for a battle, a small crescent and hand held sickle bladed scythe shaped like a crescent hook. The true form and natural appearance of her scythe form is the devilish reaper look, with two arches and a much larger and initial appearance.

However, upon capturing ninety-nine pre-kishin souls and one witch soul, Ly has later then become a death scythe with a slightly augmented appearance as well as staggering wavelength that Jerome may at times feel he can't completely control...alone. Extending her split forms to four tethering scytches for each mode, two wielded by Jerome, and the other two wieled independantly by Elysia herself. They've been somewhat altered and appear sharper with more noticeable protrusion. Ly has gained some abilities of a death scythe such as form manipulation, flight, advanced partial transformation, and visible wavelength separative burst.

Abilities:

Soul Perception ; This is sight of the soul, and heightened from Soul Sight ability. Mere in terms of how strong ones senses are in terms of sensing souls and able to see them. For our souls appear in a certain color, that being blue. Pre-kishin eggs appear red, but such as the case with crona, weapon relations are possible. Soul perception allows a wide radius of sensing the souls of normal, healthy, and power souls, as well as pre-kishins. With soul perception and understanding of it, even a one star meister, with great talent can master it depending on their sensor abilities. Due to his calm mind, it appears before him as clear as day.

White Lotus ; The secretly practiced martial arts of a long since dead society. The dancing combat style with a strike for each each petal of the flower. Twelve stances, and twelve strikes, each a direct and forceful blow, when adding wavelength for destructive damage.

White Noise ; A wavelength amplified blow in which the body is struck directly shooting a massive wave into the opponents body. The strike is a jab to stun, the palm is twisted, then the wavelength is released through them.

White Rip ; Using his wavelength within, and transfering it to his upper body and lower body evenly, he can heighten his body to exceed his physical prowess. Ravaging by asserting impressive speed and strength slightly abnormal for a human. Using with a weapon, means their wavelength must be impressively strong to share this kinetic bond. White Rip can be used to boost attacks of a demon weapon, granted their resonance is deeply synchronized.

Demon-Protect ; Unlike soul protect that witches use to completely conceal themselves and at the same time handicap themselves, because of the body Howaido is using, he conceals his kishin resonance and influences some of his wavelength into the body. He conceals his massive soul wavelength or rather sends out a normal one in place of his much greater wavelength.

White Void ; Is the enhanced version of 'White Noise', in where a direct hit results in the opponent being rendered unconscious from being overwhelmed by the wavelength stretching from them. The attack motion is the same, only reinforced with a greater impact.

God Slayer Wavelength ; The kishin's wavelength of the first white kishin born into this world. Jerome being influenced by the kishin's influence enables him to expel much more wavelength and activates the God Hunt soul resonance technique. Should the weapon utilized be a death scythe, a their wavelengths ultimately entangle and their make up is far more malleable to be shaped further.

Tag Abilities:
Soul Resonance ;The union of two souls between the meister and his/her weapon. Every pair has this known as basic knowledge, when utilized effectively they can unleash some of their powerful techniques unavailable.

Crescent Scythe Mode ; His partner is able to switch and take on a light attack scythe form. About the shape of sickle, the blade shape with the arc of a crescent. In this form, light weight and speed attacks usually follow with consecutive swings.

Reaper Scythe Mode ; His partner alternates to take on a heavy attack scythe form. A more devious shape and the original form in best respects to her weapon form, she becomes a scythe with two arches making two pointed spikes that protrude out of the much larger blade. Insanely sharp, and can cleave of limbs like butter. Used mainly when out numbered or in the case when putting their full force into an attack.

Reap ; A powerful white slash of soul wavelength that flies from the tips of Elysia's arched blade that uses soul wavelength to cut through a target attacking the soul, and does no true physical damage. This is their standard technique outside of soul resonance and physical attacks.

Witch Hunt ; The combination technique done after Soul Resonance. Using Elysia in reaper scythe mode, sometimes crescent scythe mode ; the form their resonance around the blade forming a flowing white crescent shape able to slay someone even the level of a witch with one swing. Due to the high levels of soul wavelength and synchronization its still not completely perfect so one swing is all the time their allowed in their sync time of about thirty seconds.

God Hunt ; Available when resolving the need to become stronger. Reaching deep down, the sleeping kishin's power is then tapped into and a killer wavelength is released forming a solid white resonance shape over witch hunt, effectively becoming "God Hunt". What makes this different from demon hunt is in the way Howaido became a kishin which still remains a mystery. His wavelength is far contrasting from asura's so its led to say it can match Demon Hunter as the antagonizing force. A technique likely to be used on being such as Shinigami-sama.

Recent History: Jerome recently moved to Soul City, with his parents. His Father a recognizable meister and his mother an exceptionable weapon. As his parents have some sort of standing in Shibusen, they've left him to the hands of tending to the house by himself. His partner, Elysia now lives with him and their relationship is fairly stable for the most part. He finds himself stooping to some level of perversion and is swiftly stopped with some cut throat violence. Both having already attended shibusen for about a year, they're both certified one-star meisters not far off from making two-star.

In more recent news, orientation for new students to enter Shibusen is upcoming. Having a steady rate of souls collected with Elysia they're quite close to making her into a death scythe. As for Jerome, his dreams are plagued by a second entity residing within him. He calls it nothing more than some child's nightmare of the old shinigami-sama but its got more meaning it to it than that. As he hasn't talked to Elysia about, he manages to toss this worry aside during their resonance and it doesn't restrict their relationship...much. In any case, they're also relatively close to death scythe status, at least Ly is.

It was later down the road that Jerome succeeded in making Elysia a death scythe. Effectively this put him at the very edge to concentrate as her wavelength expanded at an amazing height. She's a good gap over himself, so this unsettled the balance and reliance on fighting the Kishin Howaido to where he may need to draw upon his demonic white-wavelength during a soul resonance for stability.

[Regret]

Name: Elysia Christoph

Age: 18

Persona: She tends to be a withdrawn type. Usually serious and apathetic, with a tint of melancholy. But in the presence of friends she tends to lighten up a bit. Shes a achiever as well. She obtains whatever she sets her mind on, and she's positive she'll get it. She is also confident in her abilities and intellect.

Appearance: Brown hair, thrown up in a messy ponytail with messy bangs just reaching her eyes. Hair that escaped the ponytail hangs along the side of her face. Green eyes, Thin eyebrows and a heart shaped face with White skin that looks like she hasn't been in the sun much. She has a Formidable bust, which is what she thinks sets off Jerome sometimes. She wears a red tank, the bottom of it stopping at her midriff. With a small blue jacket over it, the bottom stopping quite a ways before the end of her red tank. A blue skirt that matches her jacket. The bottom of it reaches thigh length with a black belt holding it up. She also wears just your average white sneakers.

Position: Demon Weapon

Partner: Jerome T. Cartwright/Healing Vision

Weapon:
Crescent Scythe: I become a small hand held scythe. Like a sickle with a sleek curved blade. Easy to wield. At this level, our soul waves are very easy to control due to the small form I take.

Reaper Scythe Mode: A much more intimidating form in size and power. This is my true form. My blade has two arches making two pointed spikes that protrude out of the main part of the blade which are razor sharp and able to cleave through many things.

Abilities: I am able to transform my hands into blades from my Crescent Form. If I'm really serious I turn the back of my legs into blades from my Reaper Scythe form.

Tag Abilities:
Soul Resonance: Witch Hunt; The combination technique done after Soul Resonance. While in Reaper scythe mode, Jerome takes me in hand and a sleek white crescent shape replaces my old blade enabling us to slay someone, even a witch, with one swing, but due to our imperfect resonance, we are only able to Synch for 30 seconds and unleash only one swing.

Crescent Scythe Mode ; I'm able to switch and take on a light attack scythe form. About the shape of sickle, the blade shape with the arc of a crescent. In this form, light weight and speed attacks usually follow with consecutive swings.

Reaper Scythe Mode ; I will alternate to take on a heavy attack scythe form. A more devious shape and the original form in best respects to her weapon form, she becomes a scythe with two arches making two pointed spikes that protrude out of the much larger blade. Insanely sharp, and can cleave of limbs like butter. Used mainly when out numbered or in the case when putting their full force into an attack.

Reap ; A powerful white slash of soul wavelength that flies from the tips of Elysia's arched blade that uses soul wavelength to cut through a target attacking the soul, and does no true physical damage. This is their standard technique outside of soul resonance and physical attacks.

Witch Hunt ; The combination technique done after Soul Resonance. Elysia in reaper scythe mode, sometimes crescent scythe mode ; the form their resonance around the blade forming a flowing white crescent shape able to slay someone even the level of a witch with one swing. Due to the high levels of soul wavelength and synchronization its still not completely perfect so one swing is all the time their allowed in their sync time of about thirty seconds.

God Hunt ; Available when resolving the need to become stronger.Jerome reaches deep down, the sleeping kishin's power is then tapped into and a killer wavelength is released forming a solid white resonance shape over witch hunt, effectively becoming "God Hunt". What makes this different from demon hunt is in the way Howaido became a kishin which still remains a mystery. His wavelength is far contrasting from asura's so its led to say it can match Demon Hunter as the antagonizing force. A technique likely to be used on being such as Shinigami-sama.

Recent History: Elysia (called Ly for short) Recently found out about her weapon heritage from a unmarked letter that was sent to her. She thought a bit and decided to go to Shibusen, as stated in the letter. Her motives for going are a little bit self centered, only wanting to go down in history as a legendary weapon, Like Excalibur (who she wishes to meet one day if the sword is still around.)

She never met a partner before coming to Shibusen, so she had to wear a name tag with the word "Weapon" And pick someone who had a name tag "Miester." It was awhile and no one seemed to want her as a partner, She figured it was from her melancholy aura she was giving out. She was just about to give up until she saw a hand held out enter her vision. With a smile Jerome asked her to be his weapon and she agreed, simply as that.

They ended up a pretty good pair. They were only a few souls from her becoming a Death Scythe, Elysia is very happy about this and is excited to keep going. Elysia dreams of just being the top of class since there is no other goal she would see achieving... at the moment anyways. Her and Jerome get along very well actually, as he just over looks her cynical view of things and keeps going, though the only thing that does bother her are his random spouts of perversion...

It was later down the road that Jerome succeeded in making Elysia a death scythe. With the enormous power of being a Death Scythe, she is able to have more autonomous abilities at her disposal.

[Ubiquity]

Name: Tavish Seru Es’Dentia Le Nell(Seru)

Age: What?? Don’t joke around here, you’ll only end up confusing the dead hell out of yourself/ Back off mmkay??/Tavish is like 19

Persona: Personality huh?? Well if you really want to know about Seru, I'd go for a broad tern of displacement. It doesn't really have a set persona factor as most other people seem to. Maybe the way people act or the way Seru exists makes for some kind of clause to how others just might act in any given situation or whatever. Well maybe one could say it this way. Seru is sarcastic in tow, and seems to always have something to say.

Maybe it feels that there is more to speech than the words alone so it is also kind of rude and could care a lot more about what it says but doesn't at all. Seru just might be inclined to have a pretty disgusting attitude problem that includes many distasteful phrases. As Tavish is currently reawakened one can only assume that this is even worse than before.

Appearance: Seru has the appearance of a partial specter. For the most part the body is non existent. Seru appears to be nothing more than a floating suit of upper armor. There are no legs or anything below the area that is where its knees should be so, Starting at the head, Seru's face is covered by a helmet like mask that is hardened with a material that appears to be like bone, rock, and also essence all at once. Long gold hair flows down to the base of Seru's neck, and at the top of the head it is parted so horns are able to stick up with their curve and not be covered by hair from the head.

The makeup of the armor reflects the entire body itself. There is an obvious skeleton motif being used for structure, but there are quite a few traditional Chinese elements being used, such as with the shoulders and how they stack upon each other. There are large white spikes on each side of the shoulders, and are sharp so that they can be used as weapons to ram into others with if needed, but they also set off the strong arms of the armor. Like the rest of the shell like body that Seru has, the arms are made up of a solid, yet essence based substance of bone that taper down into skeletal fingers that are sharpened like claws.

The entire armor of Seru is symbolic. Upon close inspection you can see that there is a skeletal monster's face placed on the armor itself. It is augmented in the middle. The eyes are the most noticeable aspect, as these are the gleaming yellow jewels lined with yellow underneath on the chest. The rib-cage near the lower area is the face's top set of teeth. The pelvis is the lower jaw, and the ab sash and flap of the armor is representation of the tongue. Though not always present, or completely visible to others, Seru has a set of shifting spectral wings and a pair of legs covered in yellow skinny jeans….some of the time.

Position: Death Weapon/Meister Fusion FTW

Partner: N/A Seru and tavish are ONE

Weapon: Something 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 Seru can generate nearly any kind of property and shift the weapon into many forms, like a staff, or a long bladed sword that is about 8 feet long.

Abilities: Essence Frequency Pi-This is the essence of soul that Seru uses to power the physical existence properties as its innate manipulation and existence of pure power itself makes it able to formulate, use, breakdown, interpret, and above all else use the tangible material for its use. Apparently it imitates enough force to handle what may fight it.

Essence Frequency Nes- This is the essence of soul that Seru uses to power the magickal existence properties as its innate manipulation and existence of pure power itself makes it able to formulate, use, breakdown, interpret, and above all fathom sporadic forces to cause an array of spells. Apparently it draws power to tap irregular essence for equality.

Essence Frequency Vyr- This is the essence of soul that Seru uses to grant terms on varying whole spirit based essence as its innate manipulation and existence of pure power itself makes it able to both build and ruin on a whim, but he can only do so much at once, limiting him to the place he might be in as to not cause a cataclysm.

Essence Frequency Vak- A frequency that allows it to control, simulate, make, and manifest fire of horrifying power. Such fire is not even dependent on oxygen meaning that through will one can ignite these powers under conditions that seem completely impossible such as in a vacuum or underwater.

Essence Frequency Rue- A frequency that allows it to manifest and control the forms of liquids to manifest pressured bursts in varying forces and currents. Seru can turn it into vapor, ice, and other states of matter, conducting them in such ways that can make it rain, sleet or hail and cause influxes of energy inside liquid.

Elzebreault- The first stage of the Elezbreault is mainly focused on distortion so it doesn't do extreme damage nor is it completely formatted. Basically Seru emits a wave of compacted Soul essence from inside its armor that fires off as particles of expanding rainbow colored matter that lock onto up to three targets at once. The base of the ability causes immense pain though actual damage to the target can vary. Impact upon hitting a taget or targets though can be pretty high, but the damage ultimately subsides.

Elzebreault II- A much more compacted version of the previous ability, mainly housing soul force that gets broken down and meshed into bizarre formats to focus on any kind of target. With the flip release from the inside of the armor, this Elzebreault is pretty beastly, firing a spiral of spirit matter packed in a physical shell. The force from this one can mow down like anybody hit by it, so uh yet run. Think about the last one and times it by ten

You‘re Dead Man- Read the ability’s name and you know what this most likely does. Its like death by Elzebreault.

Tag Abilities: None

Soul Resonance ;This notion is complete on Seru. He is his weapon as he IS his miester. Uh what??

Recent History: Lately Seru had been kinda busy with its own being, but that doesn't have much to with why random incursions of spirit matter seem to be escaping that which used to be an entire being. One should easily know what the results can and will eventually be. The answer is non function or a form of Seru that needs more than the norm to exist. The notion is that of a soul eater, just one much more dangerous not merely in power, but in reason.....

Such danger and inspiration gives this autonomous weapon twisted purpose, but current is in we were gonna leave it at that, but um shit happened. Tavish like died or almost did, s pretty much Seru ate him, or rather absorbed his being into the armor, thus combing with Tavish down to the core, and at the same time also being the second when they became a Death Weapon.

Since then Tavish is back to normal, as normal as floating armor with yellow skinny jeans can be anyway.

[Healing Vision]

((Ready, set, go!))

Amidst the sandy ghost town that was the entrance to Shibusen's interior, there lay several steps of which lead further inside. They were white, with a red line about the first step leading into the second series. As the wind passed through him, at his side Elysia accompanied him. He felt they'd grown so much since the very beginning. As he flicked his bangs to the side, he'd dropped the word to Seru that he'd needed to engage in a minor bout. It was confirmation for Jerome of what he'd knew of Seru in the few short months they'd been in their clique of meisters and weapons.

He needed to know, if Seru could stop him, even rival it, the sleeping oni hidden within Jerome. Elysia had felt this unfamiliar wavelength on plenty of different instances. All of which occurred after her transformation into a death scythe. A second wavelength that overlapped Jerome's by which having some kind of intense effect of madness that spawned within himself. Powerful, Sadistic, yet refined and roughly contained.

Jerome blunk once, as the dust was swept off into the wind. "Well Ly, heres hoping this doesn't errupt any further. After I hit my conscious limit you might not be able to pull me out of the madness, just then leave it to Seru to knock me into my senses, alright?" He said unto as he pushed his back off the wall. "Now where is Seru?"

[Ubiquity]

"Things like this only end being more dangerous than I want them to be and all." Seru looked down from the roof it floated on. The town was dead looking almost as dead as Tavish would have been that time ago when he ended up obtaining his death meister status and also being fused into Seru as well. It was all drama and trying to make friends after that, or in other words, using people to get Tavish to a semi-normal state within Seru. he was here now because Jerome had wanted a quick bout, like a raging blast from the mind of sorts.

Admitted or not, Seru and Tavish knew that this had to do something with the flux beginning to surface more fully inside Jerome's being, like it belonged there, but just wasn't mean to be in this place. "What a friggin drag man." It looked down again to see that Jerome and the chick were looking for him/it. "They can't see....oh oops." It was a complicated shroud that Seru had come up with for tactical purposes that ebbed on some twisted shit.

"Geez, here I come Bitch!!!" Seru flipped off the roof at an angled, and twisted all the way around, placing its leg out and pointed partially down. An eruption of soul strikes had to start with a well placed kick. This one was aimed right at Jerome's face......

[Healing Vision]

Seeming to zone out for a bit just looking out at the expanse right where the stairwell began, he kicked his foot agains the building. Wondering to where Seru could've been, not in the slightest ever considering he'd surprise him. As he pushed off the wall, there was the rapid sound of fluttering. "Looks like he's found his way here." speaking his humble words his eyes trailed up to see Seru free-floating down rapidly into a rather oddly angled kick. Though not quick enough, raising his arms his foot just making it through connect with Jerome's face as he held the upper shin of what was Tavish's leg between his arms, locked.


The friction of the shoe in combination with pierce soul-momentum as the cohesive kick pumped wavelength that was combating Jerome's own at the very impact. Raising it to augment a sturdy defense, he'd escaped a more lethal impulse by adjust his wavelength. The physical blow taking both himself, Seru, and Tavish away from Elysia into a skid. Falling onto his heels as he skid, he pulled back to body slam Seru and Tavish with him, both by the leg and releasing to send them both across the expanse of dirt and sediment.

Jerome on his back, his arms lay spread apart, and his head peering to watch them slide. For a moment his eyes flashed white as the kishin grew somewhat anxious after feeling their wavelength connect and clash for just that instant. Popping back onto his feet, Jerome steadily turned taking the stance of the White Lotus as Tavish and Seru were down. "Somehow you knew the inevitable was bound to happen right Seru?" his calm voice, rubbing his right shoulder against his chin and resuming his poised grace.

The white petals lined with his shirt receded from his shirt and circled both his fist and feet pumping him up for hand to hand. With a spring he'd entered the fray heading for Seru and Tavish, unleashing his wavelength into the earth roughly six meters from where they landed cracking the earth into a fissure that surfed for them both.

[Ubiquity]

"Why did I bother??" The leg was grabbed and the kick impact dried up to less that what could have been cool. Ultimately, Seru and Tavish were thrown away into the dirt, and skidded to a stop as the legs vanished and Seru merely laid on the ground, partially fuming. Seru calmly stayed on the ground, prone, changing its input from amplified to subdued as a thought flashed through the mind on Jerome's speech pattern.

They were taunted, "Somehow you knew the inevitable was bound to happen right Seru?" No words came out of Seru, but a glimpse of change still gave way. The ground rumbled and cracked, a pulse of soul revving the ground and causing it to break. Three inches was all Seru needed to move, merely because it floated, the ground should have been an issue. Seru shot up and a shrill noise emitted from source.

Now the noise was annoying and they had seen this before, but this time, aspects were not the same. Going on the physical. matter and grime or even snot left in the air got pulsed. If Jerome were to cause any kind of wavelength to try and match the tone or cancel it., he would set off bombardment of whatever was around him. "Heh, what??" Seru went into a spin, its body and armor rapidly gyrating and moving toward Jerome.

"One." Both arms extended and jabbed towards the stomach, vibrating the armor and causing imbalance in Jerome if struck. "Two." The spin slowed, and like a breaking particle, the legs shot out and spun around to the side. One leg for a kick off attack, and the other for retaliation to drive the arms and legs away if used to defend.

"Three." A somersault kick with reckless abandon, the legs flipping directly up and sending Seru away. "What you got??"

[Healing Vision]

Then came the noise again. 'I'd a feeling you'd amp this up. His body would have to endure this even more prevalently than his ears. The white strides from his hoody began to run into his ears effectively plugging them. The frequency unchanged, the noise less of a burden on his ears, slightly diluting the ripping on himself, he clasped and in the contrast of wavelength.

Seru coming in he leaned back as the first two arms came in grazing his abdomen, as expect his body vibrated essentially disorienting him enough to blind him from the next motion. Swept under by his feet, Jerome fell backward attempting to tuck his feet and land on his hands for a handstand. Yet quick, a sharp spike into his back and he'd sailed to the mid drift of the air where the petals etching from him zipped around to form a white flower pad to catch him just a few feet above the ground.

He'd rolled off in an attempt to shake his disruptive state by slapping his face. Jerome crouching as the petals returned to his hands and feet, amplifying the soles of his shoes he made a low-ground floating type jump that seemed unexplainable as to how he didn't hit the surface. Resolving his distance between him and Seru in just second. Both hand planting on a side pivot sending the first leg into the chest of the armor and springing off both hand, the second leg would capitalize pushing his entire lower half unto him. Effectively he'd be standing on him near the end bringing his final blow, the left hand rippling with soul wavelength.

"Soul frequency? Meet White Noise." Jerome said with a crackling impact to the sternum of the armor's abdomen be it the previous had chained.

[Ubiquity]

Jerome and his damned annoying combo's they were just brutal for no reason, what was the act of doing such?? Seru inwardly groaned as the armor sparked inside with soul particles, these growing ever so faster than before, he' d been charging them for a bit of time now, only because he always did when fighting. "You know you just....." It got cut off as Jerome's hand slammed into its sternum and Seru felt a crack there.

"Soul frequency? Meet White Noise." But with that done, it also meant that something wrong was going to happen. Soul particles poured from the tiny hole, spinning around Jerome's body, and then moving off. They didn't care about him, but Seru did......

There was just a pause as Seru looked at Jerome and muttered "OW." Then said "Come." Rather than be calling Jerome to actually do anything, it referred to the golden stream of soul that slammed through Jerome's spiritual being at pointblank range. It was like 7, and some odd inches long, doing no physical damage internally, but sure cutting the material outside. The pulse vibrated fast enough to blow Jerome back.

"At the the same time though." Seru flipped back revealing the inside of the armor to be firing a spiral of deep gold Soul matter, matter that leaped up into the sky and tore around the area on some indistinct way to Jerome even though the spiral was still visibly moving toward him anyway. "Elzebreault two eh??" The noise from before got louder, now mixing a factor of disorientation to abstract pore functions. Vibrating the air enough to cause stimulation to the skin well.......

[Healing Vision]

At the moment of impact. Jerome's eyes were white, these irises of a magnificent marvel. His wavelength had changed drastically only in the first stage and his skin fortifying itself as his high sense of soul-perception augmented to soul-clarity piercing through that which was Seru. The innermost core of his being launching something from within, siphoned, and stored circling then fleeing. It may have had more sense than realized as Jerome was a quarter of the way there.

Like a bullet, a fairly massive one at that, interpreting the brink of that which was his soul. This emission hitting him from two sides simultaneously, he'd admit this would be troublesome and so close. Attempting to crack his now shifted skin, his wavelength began to export an active spiritual barrier to buffer damage to his soul while his skin served to deteriorate the incoming blast as he soared in separation from Seru. With an amazing crashing thud on the surface of the ground yet again. In his head he heard something, something appealing to be angelic yet with a sinister tone.

"Are you considering my assistance now?"

Jerome jerked as he lie on the ground with a cough suddenly shaking as the sound had relatively spiked. Ripping its way through the air, a spiral of spiritual soul matter. Jerome rippled with the killer-wavelength reaching near the half-way point now. Having his hands resolve a highly concentrated amount of his soul-amplifier twisting the kishin's essence with his at the point of a counter extremity firing Jerome's White Void like several twisting tendons of muscle to slam the physical shell of spiritual soul matter re-coursing into a cataclysmic collision of which the unseen yet made physical soul wavelengths creating a natural disaster just outside of Shibusen. The sheer force of the winds as the attacks rippled,collided, and melded effectively fighting the other to the last stand pre-kishin Jerome formed a wide grin.

"Yo Seru, you want to actually start using our weapons now?" Jerome had a bit of a smile showing that they'd gotten their warm up out of the way.

[Ubiquity]

"Ugh, are you being serious right now??" Seru was still slanted back at this time, looking through the soul unto the form of essence that had now 'drafted' Jerome. Before there was even a point in speaking on the matter, Seru only made sure to not directly cut off hi s attack and keep the streaming spiral going with enough force to not be overwhelmed by the attack that Jerome used. What happened was simple.

Ever see DBZ before?? Think Galick Gun versus Kamehameha. Yeh something like that. "Geez, now I have to actually get into this seriously, and he avoided all that jazz with the sound. "Stupid white forces. I can't can't stand yall bitches."

"Yo Seru, you want to actually start using our weapons now?" That was Jerome's near mock retort. Seru was just speechless. Without Jerome's weapon out, it found it rather rude to use weapons.

Tavish flared over Seru's input. "Whatever dude. Just bring it. I don't wanna be here all day like when I had to figh that witch." A localized burst of wind engulfed the area and Seru drifted back and away, then re-focused into shape, its features changed dramatically. "Now that's better." He smiled. "I just bet it makes you feel better to actually see that I have a face huh??"

A sword that looked like tampered light and something that escaped heaven stuck in the ground in front of Seru, or Tavish or both of them. It vibrated and before Seru touched it, and he DID NOT touch it, geysers of magic just shot up from the ground. Under Jerome of course.

[Regret]

(Sorry about the late post, I had to go to bed when it started ^^;)

Elysia was a bit unsure about Jerome's idea to have a friendly bout with Seru. She just knew that the weird wavelength would come out of him. It didn't feel right to her, but then again it still felt like Jerome. She was just worried on how this new wavelength would do to him. She let out a sigh, Jerome probably knows what he's doing, so she's just going to follow for now.

Jerome was kicking the wall of the school, impatient for Seru. She just rested on a railing. "So impatient..." Just a couple seconds saying that statement Seru dropped down and greeted his foot with Jeromes face. She just let out a big sweatdrop at the greating. Jerome got knocked away from her, and they just started duking it out with melee. "Oh boy.."

"Yo Seru, you want to actually start using our weapons now?"

She glanced over at Seru to see that he accepted and was pulling out his weapon form. 'Looks like thats my cue' She ran and jumped over Seru then started to transform into her Reaper Scythe form and Landed right in Jeromes hand. " About time... I was going to say if you weren't going to use weapons why the hell did you bring me" She said jokingly and looked back at Seru. "Ready to go."

[Ubiquity]

Gonna wait for Dar to post, mainly because I attacked so recently.

[Healing Vision]

Upon taking Elysia in reaper scythe mode, it'd really been a while since they'd actually needed to use it. Probably since her consumption of the witch would be their last battle that this form became vital. Holding her long staff it seemed to comfortably fit his left hand and hang over his shoulder. Smiling as he took a backward flip as the trace magic from the fallen sword impaled the ground ridging the surface all around, including where he stood.

He planted his foot on one of her arched ridge deteriorating the phantasmal sickle blade to purge rapidly with his wavelength forming his Grigori Soul of Ezeqeel. It appeared to soul-perception with eight phenomenal wings. Then forming the white etch giving Elysia wings around the shrunken scythe to one arch expanding to the lengths of Jerome's soul. This was his, not the Kishin's, ultimately the tethering was being laced more inward with his but it wasn't visible.

"Now its a proper fight." Jerome said standing on Ly's breath taking and yet grandeur form. Not quite a shinigami, nor kishin with this appearance, but a true Grigori. The flapping of her wings was the semi-merge of their souls, soul resonance. Effectively filtering between her already massive wavelength coherence'd and compensating his and he did hers, like a cycling splendor. They took the rapid forward offense, Jerome crouching taking hold of Ly's form with a swing from just her single set rippling with very much visible wavelength into a wave.

"Reap..." near inaudible, Jerome swept a sickle shaped wave of pure soul-wavelength manipulated in the spiritual form, to render an attack to forcibly sever their soul unorthadoxed soul-resonance merge and effectively separate them both. "We're not going to have some charade, lets see what you really look like..."

[Ubiquity]

This was a strike that Tavish and Seru had been planning for quite some time, more the issue that they needed somebody else to actually do the attack, and not be able to use it on them self. The attack was perfectly avoided like usual, and the thought went back to what Jerome and Ly were doing in their current form. Seru snickered and started up a speedy movement that got him closer to both Ly and Jerome's reach. "We're not going to have some charade, lets see what you really look like..." The hit connected and there was a discerning flash as Seru as the armor dropped back and then floated like it had before. Something was off however.....

"That'd be me I guess." Tavish stood next to Seru at a nice height, around 5'10. He looked bored for a black guy, and one could see that his yellow skinny jeans and high top converse looked in mint condition, he tight fitting ink graffiti shirt also perfect. "Well then I guess its obvious that I could have been restored before, but whatever." Seru floated over quickly and then Tavish ducked under the armor, the sword activating and bonding Seru to an actual weapon form.

The armor itself was mostly gone, on one of the arms covered Tavish's left arm, the waste partly materialized where the jeans met at the seems. The only noticeable things of Seru seriously left was the fused in helmet that Tavish wore that specifically adorned Seru's eyes. "Shall we??" The sword double in length and vibrated with an intense wavelength that struck out at Jerome from afar. Not an attack per say, but the addition of soul for a back strike.

Tavish ran forward, and it should have been no surprise that he was like ridiculously fast, as he flipped over in the air and moved past Jerome as he ripped the energy fluxing sword left to right, both in attempts to slash at Jerome's being. Fire had been added to the mix, so heat was now like previous moves inching into the unguarded ideas that left Jerome vulnerable before Tavish's soul. When Tavish spun back around his armored hand swung fast enough to cause a flaming burst of pressure to generate right near Jerome.

"Hot hot....only too soon for us to actually use the form you got a glimpse of."