[PC] Tournament Round One ~ Sir Meta Knight v.s Cyberseraph

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Sir Meta Knight

as Volnar Balrung

v.s

Cyberseraph

as Methuselah

Rules and everything are stated in the tournament thread. First post and location choice is granted to cyberseraph.

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: I have chosen Methuselah, as stated in the main tourney thread, and the location I choose is on the surface of Methuselah himself. He is hanging in space, about 90 million miles away from a habitable planet, with various forms of life on it. There is a plain golden sun the same distance away from the planet, except on the far side. This is the Solar System of Earth, given an alternate one. ANd please forgive me, but I will be using a copy-paste intro post :( . I know, I hate it, but I can't think of many ways to describe hanging in space.

IC:


Space. An endless extension of nothingness that stretched on forever it seemed. An obstacle impossible to traverse. Even the great sentience and calculating compacity of Project Genesis could not crunch those numbers... But it was mind boggling the greatness of the Universe... It made even Methuselah feel small... It it took something incredibly vast to accomplish that goal... But... it served as a challenge...

A challenge... Such a concept had been recently been unknown to Methuselah... His memory was held within the vast quantities of Living Dust within him, and as far as Methuselah could comprehend, he had never come into contact with an obstacle beyond his ability to conquer. There were planets and stars larger then himself, but such gargantuan celestial bodies were relatively easy to dissassemble and consume... But traversing the Universe... such a procedure would surely be difficult... But it would be... enjoyable... to accomplish something that could not be completed within the span of a century... Enjoyment... such an... emotion... had not been known to Methuselah for long... to accomplish a task purely because it a brought a positive feeling to those choosing to accomplish it... It reaped no personal benefit, and nor did it make Methuselah any stronger... What was its purpose?

His sensors had picked up the phrase "pilgrimage" from various worlds he had passed over, or consumed. It seemed to be in reference of some sort of spiritual journey... one which empowered the soul, and allowed for some sort of revelation... Methuselah knew the intracies of the soul, but was unable to feel them itself... How could such tiny beings, barely viewable by Methuselah, have such a complex spiritual embodiment searching within them? A strange aura of sadness seemed to settle around it as it pondered this... Such small beings had so much... It was strange having a desire for something that reaped no immediate personal benefit, for surely the soul would gain him no more abilities, nor any more power... What was its purpose then? Another mystery he had unravaled during his travels through time... Yet one he did still not completely understand...

The great black, blue sphere floated gently through space. Or perhaps, rocketed was a better word. Travelling at a steady pace of 5000 miles per hour, it soared through space, a gigantic ebony sphere with a hint of blue shining around it. It appeared immobile, for none of its parts moved against the endless blackness that was space, but in reality, the artifical intelligence lurking within the sphere was busy sensing, spreading out with its sensors to feel around it... It had not seen any planets, nor stars for a great period of time... But as it sailed through the endless blackness around him, something suddenly came into view on the horizon of space and time...

A planet... emerald green dotted the surface of the planet, and Methuselah's sensors instantly picked up on its statistics... There was life on this planet... Quite a bit of vegetation as well... Methuselah's internal statistics came up within its vast mind, and it knew how much Living Dust it had in reserve... Enough.. It did not need to feed on this planet... But still... More of those small people... It would not be hurtful to send a probe of sorts...

It halted, about about 90 millioin miles away from the surface of this planet... If it came closer, the planet's gravity would be effected... A small section of the great sphere, only about five meters in diameter, rippled slightly, as if a drop of water had been dropped in the midst of a great ebony lake. A small drop of of blackish liquid quickly pulled out of the sphere, as if it was a boil on the face of those strange teenager... The black blob, five feet in diameter shot toward the planet, propelled by small store of energy burned within its fold. It travelled with insane speeds, breaking the barrier of sound as it neared the realm of light-speed. The black blob rippled slightly as it shot toward the planet, travelling faster then any sort of natural comet or meteor. To anyone looking up into the beautiful sunny day, one might see a a strange black orb on the end of the horizon, like a light blue outline of an invisible sun. There were now two great orbs lurking in the great sky....
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Boredom lurked around it though. And to be honest, it had come here for another purpose besides such a spiritual thing as a pilgrimage. It had discovered another method of gathering information about the Universes it traveled through. Battle. Such physical and mental conflicts served to show much information about a variety of topics. It was a simple way to gather data. Which is why a second probe had been sent before, one which had communicated with him now... There was an event occuring on this planet, and on others. A tournament... Methuselah had much knowledge on tournaments and their workings, and had sent serveral probes to act as participants. Very useful for gathering data. And as instructed, the probe offered himself as a participated...

This had occured many moments ago though, and Methuselah now felt the emotion of impatience. It was a simulated emotion of course, not a true one, but it served the same purpose. The combatant assigned to Methuselah should be coming soon... and so far, the primary information Methuselah had gleamed was the name of the warrior. Volnar Balrung... When would this warrior arrive? The Ancient One was eager to learn...

[Sir Meta Knight]

"May Gaia have mercy upon your soul, young one."

A sudden, harsh arrivial. The birthing canal. Darkness. Silence.

A gasp for air.

From within the fabric of space and time and other areas far between and away from those two realms, a horrible tear emerged. Like a claw scraping across human flesh it continued, on the right side of Methuselah, and from that tear an insane scream came. Horrible it was, because it did more than penetrate the mind or the body - it also blighted the spirit, blighted the magick within, it upset the order of things. A horrible, horrible scream which echoed the pain felt by Volnar Balrung, his pain, the pain of the GaiaSphere, all the pain in the world. It surged through him, causing him to burst out of restraint, to pass his normal limits. Birth, death, annihilation - it came and went, through him and from him, feelings, emotions, minds - insanity. Pure insanity on a scale unseen anywhere else in the Omniverse, and one that Methuselah had not ever seen in his time, most likely. The scream turned into beastial hate, radiating outwards like a wave of heat, and then into piercing words, like lances through the heart.

"IT CANNOT BE! HORROR, INSANITY, HATE, LOATHING, ANGER, JEALOUSLY, SLOTH, GREED, LUST - ALL COMING TOGETHER, HERE! WE ALL FALL TO IT, AND ALTHOUGH I HAVE STRIVED NOT TO, I FINALLY HAVE! EVERYONE, EVERYONE ELSE IS A PLAYER IN THE ORCHESTRA THAT IS MY MADNESS, AND AS THEIR CONDUCTOR I WILL MAKE SURE THIS HORRIBLE MELODY ENDS, FOREVERMORE! YOU ARE MY FIRST VICTIM, JEALOUS ONE - MY INSANITY HAS TAKEN OVER! NOTHING WILL STOP THIS TASK! NOTHING!"

From the tear, an entity emerged unlike any other - a swarm, a massive swarm, thousands of packs of flying, manta-ray like monsters, each one armed with millions of teeth and cloaked in energies not from the real world. Around them, reality rippled like lakes during a rainstorm, and many things happened - the souls of those tortured and hated floated into reality, ghastly images that echoed their true counterparts in the real Omniverse. An old man, hurling a stone, and being annihilated by a field of chaos energy from an individual known by almost everyone in the Omniverse; a white bear exploding into a million pieces as a boy played with a Rubix cube to defend himself; the death of a planet accelerated as a fleet of alien spaceships ate the populace and digested them into themselves. Leading these swarms of rays and ghostly parodies was one who could assumed to be Volnar - except mutated, his right arm replaced by an enormous tentacle, the left part of his face malformed beyond belief, and his left leg gone. Widowmaker was burning with a grey flame, and it was soon clear that it had rended the space and time and other planes around Methuselah, because it continued to make that tear even as Volnar dragged it along with him.

He charged, and as he did so, millions of rays followed, plunging into Methuselah and attempting to disrupt him fatally. Contact with these rays would turn any part of the being into living gaiamatter - ghostly reflections of the true Omniverse.

Volnar was reborn; anew. Insane. Changed.

lol, Volnar was reborned ?

[Sir Meta Knight]

Originally Posted by Dawning Kensei

lol, Volnar was reborned ?

Whoops. D:

[Chariot of Fire]

The GaiaSphere.

There were always mysteries in life. In the far reaches of the past, the mystery of death lay unsolved beyond all others. It however, like many other mysteries, was eventually unlocked. The vastness of space was thought to be inexplorable to those in the very beginning. But eventually that enigmatic realm was conqured as well. Finally, there were those who thought they were limited soley to a single dimension. Finally, there was a mystery, a problem, one that could never be figured out. But one day, in the endless fabric and expanse of time, this boundary was broken as well. However, there were always more problems, more mysteries, more enigmas, each one more deceptive then the last...

And then there was the GaiaSphere... a phenomenon that escaped most plausible explanation... Of course, the great historians of the ancient past have studied, experimented, and stove to find the answer this partially theoretical Omniverse... A "ghost" image of the real Omniverse... Up until now, most of the data gathered in the quadrillions of eons of Methuselah's existence, had been theoretical, impartial, or nonsensical. To witness the power of the GaiaSphere in such close proximimty was a chance he had not expected to recieve in a thousand lifetimes...

But something was amiss... As a gaping tear in the fabric of reality opened suddenly, like a great cosmic knife had suddenly slashed across its invisible surface, there was a sudden scream. A powerful, high pitched scream. Methuselah's sensored sensed the sound waves richocheting from the tear, but that was not all this scream consisted of... It bore something... an emotion, one that Methuselah had never tried simulating before...

Insanity

As the scream shouted out words of pain, of terror, and of utter madness, Methuselah hung immobile in the once empty realm of space. It was as if the scream was now shattering itself, breaking up into thousands of little pieces, which hurled themselves at the current Universe, like flies upon a fallen carcass. As if manifest of this shattered scream, millons upon millions of strange flying creatures suddenly poured out of the tear in reality. If Methuselah had to classify them, he would have placed them as some strange, alien manta ray, courtesy of a probe to another green planet. But these beasts bore an air of mutant inhumanity, one that not only marked their non-existence in this Universe, but their non-existence in this Omniverse as well... Creatures of the GaiaSphere... If the theories were correct in their calculations, these were the echoes of the Omniverse; the pale twisted reflections of what existed on this side of the mirror...

Methuselah did not need to contain such a vast library of knowledge to comprehend that if these "Gaia beings" came into contact with him, it would not bode well. Past historians, scientists, and numerous others had theorized what might happen if one made contact with one composed of this "gaiamatter." Needless to say, Methuselah did not wish to test their hypotheses to his own misfortune... And his sensors did indicate that every creature rushing toward him now matched the theories set forth about "gaiamatter." Except for one...

The being in the center. Complete with a single flailing tentacle, mutilated face, and missing leg, what appeared to be a humanoid figure was leading the fleet of Gaia beings onward, a strange flaming sword held in what was left his his arm... The same tear that had released them into this Universe was extending from the edge of the grey sword. Living Matter swirled within Methuselah lightly, like a stream of surging water flowing within a whirlpool. If one could see within the confines of the Ancient One, they might see the dark black metallic substance coming together again and again, forming and reforming different pieces, different compounds, and different objects... The beauty of Methuselah... What had been created as a weapon, would soon be transformed into a defense...

Even as the millions upon millions of strange GaiaSphere Creatures approached, they were still dwarfed in size by the vast collosus that was Methuselah. The black sphere hung, almost invisible in the darkness of space as the swarm of ghostly creatures swept toward him, all lead on by the insane cry of the mutated figure in their midst... There was a subtle whirring, as if thousands of miniature gears were all smoothly twisting in place. The sound however, would not travel through this empty vaccumm of space, and so the Gaia beings would hear nothing... As far as Methuselah could gather...

And then, there was nothing there at all. In a blink of an eye, the gargantuan orb, a good deal larger then Earth's sun, had simply vanished into thin air. The space it had occupied was empty, and for a single fraction of time, there was a massive gap in space where Methuselah had once inhabited... And of course, when space is displaced so suddenly, it results in a not so pleasant event, innocently called "The Bounce." Methuselah had exploited this effect many times in the past, and had no qualms about using it now.

"The Bounce" occured with a portion of space was "erased" from this current dimension or Universe. The result was a "gap" in space, a gap in all space where something once existed, very similar to the tear these Gaia Spawn had just came from. However, this was no simple tear in reality. This was a hole the size of a medium sized Sun. A huge, gaping, chaotic blackness hung there for a fraction of time, an area totally erased of reality. However, Methuselah knew the dangers of such a large absense of space. So, the entered the second part of the "Bounce" effect.

As the Gaia Spawn shot toward the section of space which no longer existed, there was a sudden explosion from within the emptiness. From where there was nothing, exploding a whole lot of something. To put it simply, the reality that had vanished with Methuselah was being replaced by the space Methuselah now inhabited after his 'teleportation.' A rushing blast of space and time exploded from a small tiny pinprick so that it instantly filled the entire gap within a fraction of a second. The result for those standing too close? As the epicenter of an earthquake releases wave of seismic energy, this explosion of spacetime resulted in waves of spacetime shooting off in all directions, every 360 degrees of direction. A space-quake if you will, where reality itself would shake, tremble under the waves of spacetime radiating from this one explosion. The Gaia Spawn would suffer, their atoms, their existence shaken and torn apart like a road cracking during an earthquake... A few tears in reality, like those torn by the Gaia beings, opened up as the very fabric of space shook, and those opened by the Gaia widened further... Methuselah, however, had manipulated his inner Living Dust to form a the technology he would need to survive... He had 'exchanged' the space he occupied for a space a good distance away. Although he could still feel the space-time waves reaching him, he was able survive... The Gaia-spawn however... That was yet to be seen...