Almost Easy (New Character)

[Lord of Chaos]

Amadeus vaguely made a motion to move towards the new friend that appeared in the room -- a Grizzly. He had seen bears before, but the fact that one just popped up from nowhere, into this chamber of fighters who had powers so astonishing in some aspects, that it really just seemed stupid. He stopped however, when he saw that Apocrypha seemed to be going... haywire? Well, that's what it looked like anyway. He manage to open a rift so that locusts -- pests, really -- swarmed into the room. There were so many of them, yet Amadeus made no movement to run away or anything. Instead, he just started walking towards the other fighters now -- it was time for him to get involved.

As the locusts swarmed at Amadeus, they merely were absorbed into the DU that now covered his body completely. Amadeus merely stared towards Apocrypha with those blood-red eyes that glowed some kind of unholy light. This foolish warrior should be destroyed immediately, or so Amadeus wished. This meddle-some "avatar" of the "Holy Word" was just a grenade waiting for someone to pull the pin -- and Amadeus knew just how to do it.

He brought up his right hand as he walked towards the other being. Without moving his lips, a rain started to pour from above. It was a black rain, a rain that covered everything quickly. It was not physical, nor was it magical or even spiritual -- it was something that could not be yet still existed. Something that merely existed by associate of the Dark Unnamed. However, this was not the dark rain that Amadeus was known for -- it would not drain power or anything of the sort. It was just a rain, a rain of the essence of the material. The point of it... would come to pass, if it had any at all. Amadeus was odd like that -- sometimes the tactics he used had no point at all -- merely diversions that would fool the opponent into thinking he was up to something.

He stopped a mere fifteen feet away from Apocrypha's current position. His hair seemed to sway without any kind of wind whatsoever. For the first time, Amadeus smiled. It was a smile that was not so much nerve shaking, as it was unnerving in general. It was capable of causing a wave of odd anxiety mixed with fear into those who normally saw it that could not stand to his powers.

The game was beginning.

[Elegant Esthetics]

OOC: Since I'm not really involved in this and I don't want to flood CoF with posts to respond to, I'm going to post after him. Just FYI.

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: Thanks DK. I was waiting for more people to post before I did, but if no one does it soon, I'll put something up

[Just put the Knife DOWN]

Meh, well I'm not really being targeted by anyone at the moment, so Jin can just stand there.

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: Not such a good post, but just to get things rolling

IC:

Black rain fell from the sky… Such an apocalyptic sight was worthy of its own chapter in the Book of Revelations.

Apocrypha stood there, each of his thousand eyes still scarred and disabled. His wings still quivered slightly, as if tingling with anticipation, as the horde of locusts descended upon the field. They latched onto the walls and the ceiling, coating the ground with a blanket of darkness so great, that it appeared that the shadows themselves were actually moving. Apocrypha simply stood in the midst of this moving blackness, the dull roar of the buzzing insects alighting into his angelic ears like the an annoying fly that would simply not fly away. He watched the being of darkness… The one Valyon called Amadeus. He simply walked forward, the darkness that made up his body absorbing the insects like the Void itself… What kind of darkness was this that resisted the blackness of an angry God?

And now Amadeus had caused the sky to erupt with the nightmarish liquid… However, as a few locusts soared up to the heavens to examine the black liquid, it held no effect. In fact, it did not even behave like normal rain. What sorcery was this?

Apocrypha allowed the rain to wash over him, the black liquid splattering against his disfigured angel hide as he watched Amadeus approach… From his angelically white lips, a hateful question erupted.

“What are you, Amadeus?” said Apocrypha, his voice somewhat shaky as his corrupted mind tried to spit out the words, “What are you?”

[Lord of Chaos]

Amadeus merely looked up at the black rain. It almost sent a calming wave of release over him, yet, he wasn't too far gone to not notice things happening in the battle. He slowly lowered his head to stare at Apocrypha, watching his obvious resentment towards the odd tactics that Amadeus seemed to be using. He simply smiled for a moment when Apocrypha asked his question, the hate and curiosity quite obvious in his voice, and even through the tone itself.

He simply looked over to the right, smiling for a moment before looking back into the eyes of Apocrypha. He slowly opened his mouth, his lips pulling apart from being essentially sealed shut... speaking for the first time since he had been here.

"I am that which exists only on the outside, but never at all. I am one with a force that no God or being could fully understand...And I... am your end, Apocrypha. As well as the end for the rest of these... pathetic creatures that have gathered to face me."

Amadeus slowly brought up his blade, straightening it up and down as he aimed it towards Apocrypha. For a moment, the blade seemed to bleed out the aura... of the DU, but it suddenly shot back into the blade, as Amadeus raised the blade and then suddenly ripped it downwards toward Apocrypha in a deathly sweeping motion.

A force erupted from the blade. It was unlike a force that anyone had ever experienced. A blackness seemed to rip through every particle of reality that stood between the two. As it seethed forward, the space that was once normal where the DU had passed seemed to fade... in an awkward way. It was still there, it was just... kind of like when you left a painting out in the sun for a week or two. Almost bleached in a way.

The blackness sped towards Apocrypha with a speed that could only be referenced by that of chaos itself -- it was already there, yet not.

In the meantime, Amadeus shifted from sight. He suddenly appeared on the other side of the room, making his sword disappear for the time being. He raised his hands to the sky and carved symbols into the air, aimed towards the ceiling. As soon as he started, the blinding speed with which he acted enabled him to be finished. He smiled, as the air itself seemed to crack around them. He stared at the rest of them with a certain sort of menace...

And then the rain stopped.

[Endless Devoid]

OOC: You're in it now, DK. ;3
Hell, you ALL are. The snakes are attacking unabashedly, there are thousands of them.



"Heh....dun dun duuuuun."

"...PLAY TIME!"

Tenzo's voice sounded off almost at the same moment as Bellefast's, giving anyone who was yet unaware of the symbiote's presence the impression that there were two additional combatants hiding somewhere amongst them. However, as they may have sounded off at the same moment, Tenzo's hissing, sadistic, and virile voice proved to be much louder than Bellefast's, and his deathly wail filled the room.

The bear in the corner of the room began to stir, almost on cue as Tenzo began weaving his devious plot. As he lurched from his corner perch, his mouth was rent open and out spilled a large cluster of writhing, hissing snakes, identified as the inland taipan, known to have the deadliest of venoms. The snakes were writhing spastically in a large heap, attempting to loosen themselves from the horde. A single snake slithered out and darted right for the bear, sinking it's fangs into the bear's neck.

In response, the bear turned and snapped his jaw at the snake, ripping the reptile off his hide and slurping it up like a noodle. As the bear downed the taipan, his flesh began to burn and his hair fell off. The bear was morphing and changing, an infusion of snake and bear was occuring, a deadly fusion of beasts.

The massive, writhing pile shot outwards to all corners of the room, aiming to overwhelm the combatants at any cost, no living instinct but to kill all of them. The twisted snake-bear curled into a ball, and to further complicate the mess, it began to multiply itself, dividing as would a single cell into exponentially greater numbers. Within seconds there was a large pack of 64, all glaring at the supposed opponents.....

And then they shot for the throat. Damien was suddenly surrounded by the vampiric bears, and each of them had their gaze focused on his throat before lunging, one after the other, directly at him.

[Just put the Knife DOWN]

Well, it looked like Valyon was giving the silent treatment. Jin was insulted, to say the least. He barely motioned as the locusts swarmed over him. Strangely enough, he seemed un-phased by the whole thing, his slowly fading visage fixed directly on the orchestrator of this whole ordeal. His receding gaze sharpened.

Next came the snakes, and thus the density of Jin's skin was understood. Their fangs failed to even break the surface, instead shattering like glass to the road. He pitied their efforts, but held a particular disdain towards these particular creatures at the same time. He never did find out whether he had been the snake, or the eagle. Mitsukai... did he soar above me?

'Understand this,' his voice trailed from the mass of converged creatures, 'I have little time for Gods.'

Writhing in agony, and with no further grip to maintain, the taipans fell to a heap below him. The locusts, soon realising the futility of their efforts, began to feast on these defenseless snakes, instead.

'I just want my power back.'

Martial arts would have to do, for now. He met the floor once more with so little as a thud, the torso of his hanfu falling about him in tatters. He felt like some shirtless Dragonball Z character. But such amusements would be put aside for the time being. What was this DU? He acknowledged the speed and ferocity of this sword wielding opponent. It rivaled his own.

'Looks like we got a reputation to maintain, eh Mits?'

______

Far away, on a distant planet, a lone warrior sat stationed within the eye of a thousand year old hurricane.

A barely distinct smile graced his features.

[Chariot of Fire]

"I am that which exists only on the outside, but never at all. I am one with a force that no God or being could fully understand...And I... am your end, Apocrypha. As well as the end for the rest of these... pathetic creatures that have gathered to face me."

Apocrypha stood still as Amadeus spoke these words. His body trembled slightly, as if out of fear, while in reality, it was simply the instability of his mind which caused his body to react in such a way. His skin, which was still covered by the thousands of blinded eyes, quivered ever so slightly in the air of the chamber. His wings stopped beating, and he folded them easily across his back. His eyes, which still glowed with that soft angelic glow, dulled somehow, like a flash-light running low on batteries. Every word that Amadeus spoke seemed to drive into his core. Why did these words unnerve him so? He who was made by the Words of God himself… Was it because of this strange creature’s disconnection with the highest power that Apocrypha had ever known? Was it because his lack of reverence or fear for the Creator which brought Apocrypha into existence? Apocrypha did not know… he knew that nervousness had started to fill his angelic shell…

The locusts swarmed around him, and even as he felt them screeching through the air around him, he heard the hissing of a thousand angry serpents. The being who had summoned the bear now called more beasts to his side. Hissing poisonous snakes shot forth through the room, and the locusts instantly responded to Apocrypha’s will. The locusts shot forth, their buzzing wings surrounding him like a choir of demons. He could still see Amadeus through the swirling masses of insects, which feasted upon the serpents like flies upon a corpse. Each insect sank its teeth into the snakes, ripping their scales off and tearing into their muscles with the fervor of a hungry vampire.

The air was filled with the gasps and hisses of death as the beasts of earth and sky fell around the chamber like strife. Apocrypha watched Amadeus in apprehension as the air around him was filled with falling corpses… The destruction was wonderful to be sure… yet somehow, the punishment and destruction was overcome by his uncanny awareness of this Amadeus creature… It wasn’t his unnatural appearance, nor his strange powers…. It was his existence outside of the realm of God which truly unnerved him… To think… such power he might have if he harked from outside the control of the Lord…

However, Amadeus moved again, and Apocrypha, though his mind was queasy with thoughts, bent his legs slightly, watching Amadeus’s ebony sword rise into the air, as if parting the air particles entirely with his power. Apocrypha’s glowing white eyes narrowed, and from his angelic shell, a few whisps of black material began to rise. To an onlooker, it might appear as if he was smoking, a few whisps of black smoke-like material rising from his white angelic body. However, a closer look would reveal that they were simply Words… strung together into sentences, written over 2000 years ago…

The black Words drifted forward quickly, beginning to circle around Apocrypha. They were written in an unknown language, the glyphs and ciphers bearing meaningless gibberish for most who gazed upon them. However, Apocrypha felt the meaning. They coursed through his body like the spiritual energy contained within most people. The shadowy letters slipped easily through the air, and as Amadeus’s black blade rose to its peak, the black Words activated as well, spreading outward slightly, before seeping down into the ground, like the black rain had done only moments ago. Apocrypha’s eyes, already narrowed, almost turned to pearlescent slits as he watched Amadeus’s blade with concentrated hatred. No calculations hid behind his eyes… it was simply instinctive loathing…

Suddenly, the strange blackness which seemed to surround Amadeus erupted outward for a split second, before being sucked back into the blade. Apocrypha reacted almost instantly, his golden wings spreading instantly, his angelic legs pushing him upward like a lightning bolt. He shot up, a streak of white light, unbound by the laws that hindered most human beings. Amadeus’s blade swung downward as Apocrypha shot upward, his wings bent backward as he ascended to the ceiling of the chamber. His glowing eyes widened as he saw the destruction which lay in his wake. He had shot up to the ceiling in mere fragments of time, yet Amadeus’s attack had already shot forth. He had not even seen the assault, and only could witness the aftermath. The blackness, which he could assume, had leapt forth from his ebony blade, had shot with speeds even beyond his own… what was left… simply a washed out grey replica of what was their previously… What would happen if that blackness came into contact with the Words? For some reason that went beyond his petty thoughts, Apocrypha did not want to know…

However, he was not done. The black Words, which Apocrypha had spawned from his body like spiders hatching from eggs within his body, had sunk into the earth with fiendish speed. As they sank deep into the ground, they immediately took effect. The earth, which made up the bottom of this immense chamber, cracked instantly, letting a resounding crash resonate through the chamber. A series of black cracks erupted throughout the chamber, and without another warning, the entire chamber began resonating and shaking with tremors so great, they could be counted as the footsteps of the Beast himself. Humans might measure this as a 10 on the Richter scale, thought Apocrypha subtly, the stray thought washing through his mind as he watched the earth exploding and cracking beneath him, Enough destruction to wipe out an entire country… Anyone who wasn’t crushed by the falling stone pillars, would be swallowed up by the earth, either to be utterly crushed by the tectonic plates, or to be dragged down to its core, for a magma bath, or a stone tomb. Either one would make Apocrypha happy…

[Endless Devoid]

With his locusts gone and the being airborne and on the attack, Apocrypha was as vulnerable as a newborn child. He would not be able to use his "words" without breaking the magic he was working on the ground below, which Bellefast would soon take care of. With a thunderous lurch, strips of what appeared to be wood burst forth from the ground in random places, launching all the snakes left on the ground, the ones that were attacking the remaining opponents, straight at Apocrypha with intense force.

But, where did these wooden stalks come from?

It was the subject of an internal debate between Bellefast and Tenzo, one that just happened to be screamed aloud.

"Why would you help them!?"

"......fun?"

"...Fine....but not yet. Now is not the time, we can not play our hand."

"Have it your way, but don't blame me if they die. Don't know how many of them can fly. Possibly the rock-guy, maybe the one with the black sword. If the demon defends himself, the spell will break anyway, and the bears will kill the last one, he seems a bit shell-shocked."

The two would expose themselves soon. Their presence, obviously, was already known, though the truth behind their nature would have remained a mystery, as little evidence was presented to explain these strange anomalies. Nonetheless, someone was going to die here, even if Tenzo's card had to be played. Ink was no match for water.

[Lord of Chaos]

Valyon was not pleased. His features quickly took on the look of a grimace. This little rabble-spewing god-punk was ruining his palace. He sighed for a moment as he quickly came up with a solution. He didn't want to do it, but something had to be done. Valyon snapped his fingers, and within the time span of that resonance of sound, the floor suddenly sealed. The earthquake ceased. Valyon looked at Apocrypha and growled underneath his breath.

"Do not do that again... I will send you elsewhere."

He raised his left hand and suddenly, a dome surrounded them all. It was see-through: you could still see Valyon sitting upon his throne outside of it, but inside of the dome, they were in a nice, beautiful meadow. There was no clouds in the oddly "magicked" sky and no animals to be seen, save for those that were summoned by the fighters.
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Amadeus glared at Valyon for a moment for changing the battlefield before he looked back to Apocrypha. There was one near them arguing with himself as he tried to attack Apocrypha himself. He looked up though, his attention drawn to the fact that the DU was clashing with this... "Word", in the air above them all. The only thing that was left of their clash of powers were blue spheres, almost negative in a world of the positive. Amadeus figured that anything that passed through those spheres, even if by an inch of their being, would never be the same. They would suffer consequences not unlike oblivion... only focused.

He looked up at Jin, who had decided to make himself known in this fight. Amadeus smiled. He knew that the other one would take care of Apocrypha for the moment, so all he did was nod to the carrier of the word, and whispered only to him.

"I will take care of you in a little while..."

He looked at Jin and readied his blade. He cocked his head to the side for a moment, his red eyes seemingly reading the odd one. Amadeus knew what he would do and suddenly spun his blade, almost formally, almost for show, before dashing towards Jin. As he approached him, he slashed forward, as he did with Apocrypha, only this time, his sword almost suddenly afterwards appeared in another location and done the same from it, before repeating from several different locations all around Jin, slashing inward.

Amadeus reappeared a second later several feet away from Jin. There was only a small smile on his face. This was fun for him... and he would definitely take advantage of every second of it.

[Elegant Esthetics]

OOC: Totally forgot about this. I'll try to make a post tomorrow.

[Elegant Esthetics]

Yeah, it's not going to happen. I'll take my obligatory retirement phase now.

[Chariot of Fire]

Apocrypha’s eyes widened slightly. It seemed as if Amadeus was not his only concern now. Wooden blocks, like those which in ancient days had lifted heavy stone, hurtled upward from the earth, as quickly as the stones themselves had shifted only seconds earlier. The snakes, which still writhed upon the ground, shot upward, propelled by the power of the stone toward Apocrypha, fangs extended and dripping with venom, ready to poison Apocrypha’s bloodstream with the same poison that had killed hundreds of people before him. However, Apocrypha simply gave a narrow frown, blinking an eye as a familiar buzzing noise filled the air. The locusts, which still buzzed around the top of the field, where they had not been assaulted by the snakes, in vain attempting to feast upon the unmarked beings of this field, took instant heed to Apocrypha’s will, and shot forth to surround him, cloaking him in a smoky field of buzzing insects, which shot forth to match the hurtling snakes. Serpent collided with locust in an animalistic showdown that would rock the core of any Hollywood movie set. Fangs struck buzzing wings, stingers ripped through scaly hides, and blood spurted from each venomous horde. It rained down upon the field, an apocalyptic sight all too familiar for Apocrypha, and along with, the bodies of the insects and snakes fell to the ground with a raining thump. Corpses now littered the earth before being swallowed up by the earthquake beneath them, all of which were stilled in a sudden climactic shift.

The boiling earth was suddenly stilled, and replaced instantaneously with an emerald green field. The crumbling ceiling instantly gave way to a cloudless sapphire sky, and the earth sealed itself away as the arena reformed itself anew. Apocrypha froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the sudden change in arenas for a moment, felt an habitual breath inward take his body. He wasn’t really taking in air; it was just a motion, an action so repeated in his miserable life, that he could not help but do it when he was surprised. And then, this throned God… this Valyon, spoke once more. Apocrypha glanced at him from his throne, now beyond the strange dome that now enclosed the meadow-field.

“"Do not do that again... I will send you elsewhere."

Apocrypha felt anger and indignation filling his body, and his mind, which was already twisted to begin with, almost exploded.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you brought me here,” he hissed in reply, his eyes narrowing even further, mere slits of silver light, as his golden wings beat slowly in the air, “Armageddons are generally not known for their cleanliness and precision.”

Apocrypha ended it there, lowering right palm, so that the pure white, angelic skin, was facing downward toward the earth. His palm parallel to the earth, he spread his fingertips wide, gripping his right wrist with his left hand as he pushed his hand downward, in the direction of the grassy meadow. From his palm, like splurting blood, came forth a sudden bolt of blackness. As quickly as a meteor striking the ground, a series of black Words shot forth toward the emerald greenery, a single bolt of an inky black sentence, which struck the green grass with a resounding crack. The black instantly turned to shimmering white, and the white light spread across the meadow’s surface like a flood of water. Spreading like lightning, the white shot forth, leaving a sea of pure white crystal in its wake. Every stem, every blade of grass, every stone, even the rest of the serpents and locusts on the ground, were crystallized instantly, and floating atop a crystal-silver liquid. The meadow under the dome, which left the rest of Valyon’s palace unaffected, was now a sea of crystal, a thin layer of shining brilliance under which was a deep chasm of endless icy crystal water. There were also seven torches, each one surrounding the ocean in a circular pattern. They each were at the very edge of the ocean, right where Valyon’s see-through dome ended. The interesting effect of it was that anyone who had remained on the ground, would be transformed into crystal instantly, and would remain a beautiful relic in the crystal ocean for as long as it was in existence.

“Is this alright with you?” called Apocrypha, his eyes gleaming, “I think it makes the place look rather pretty, hehe…”

OOC: Let me know LoC, if I’m stepping out of line. I don’t actually want to be kicked out of this battle.

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: Meh, that's fine. No harm done, lol. I should clarify though, if it becomes relevant for some reason, that Valyon wasn't threatening to send YOU specifically somewhere else, he meant he'd send everyone somewhere else... and he did. To that meadow-now-a-crystal-ocean-thing.