Hey WN.

[Rem]

Our thread was closed, but are characters and posts have remained in tact, so there's no reason why we cannot continue. I have a new proposition however, as long as the people involved agree to it. I suggest I and Bizare face you and RoA, you guys are obviously two different people by the way. If Bizare was serious about being scared to fight you/doesn't want to, then I'll simply face you both. It doesn't matter to me really, even if I were to lose. Role-playing is slowly starting to lose it's appeal to me. If any of you accept, please post an acknowledgement of some form.

I have one rule of course.

No f*cking weeaboo characters.

[Rem]

He couldn't help but smile at this man before him, talking of setting upon the heavens with our strength. Was this the purpose of bringing him up here? To do battle with some mysterious man? There had to be more to it than just this. As he continued to look for another reason, he simply gave up, he was here to fight this man. Now the question was, why? Why Heaven as well? There isn't one definitive heaven, there are more as you find by entering other worlds, so the reason that came to mind quickly withered. It was after he remembered the angel, it wasn't completely clear to him, but he had an idea why now. It became clear to him that this foe he would soon face was fairly new upon the Omniversal battle scene, perhaps it was his purpose to show him a real battle in the Omniverse. He could be just thinking like a fag however.

"We shall surely do so, now, let me show you a real battle!"

VanDaglyon quickly sheathed his blade and allowed it's shining magnificence to glorify Heaven. It has been a very long time since he's brought out Anima, but the circumstances well deserved his presence and he felt that this man had great potential. There would be no need to waste this battle by not breaking out the "big and interesting guns". Slowly, a yellow liquid began to squirm from the blade's surface, the amount emerged increased exponentially as seconds passed by and the yellow liquid now all lay in a puddle. In the next moment, this substance took on the shape of a man and in another, developed features until finally his release finished and he was now, Anima Deus.

Entirely coincidental, the platforms throughout this clouded and bright realm began to have the symbols that lay smacked across their surfaces light up. Perhaps this signified the beginning of this grand battle, as a way to make it seem entirely cooler than it is.

VanDaglyon had now begun to seem uneasy upon Anima's release however, as he always was. There was never a more bloodthirsty and violence loving being than Anima, in his opinion, and VanDaglyon was always nervous about the possibilities of him causing his own demise, as Anima constantly planned. Anima could have the plot to destroy him fresh in his mind at this very moment, he wasn't completely sure, but he had to forget about it for now, as there was a battle to be fought. He wasn't going to show him any mercy, mercy is of course a tool of the weak, and he felt that in order for this man to realize how things operate, he'd need to feel the rush of a challenge. Smiling slightly, he uttered to Anima,

"Kill him"

Anima didn't hesitate and developed his signature wicked smile. He began by rushing around this Heaven, to the opponent it'd appear as if he were teleporting, but he was actually moving at the speed of light. He eventually stopped and raised his hands in a claw-like shape. His fingers began to deform as tiny dots formed at the tips of his fingers. Still smiling, his fingers flinched slightly and then burst forward into billions of tiny particles of light matter, each piece headed for the man's body at the speed of light, and upon touch or entrance, would explode. VanDaglyon "hmph'd" in the distance, thinking to himself that Anima was only getting started and had simply begun to play with him. Anima himself spoke in the menacing tone his opponent's grew to fear.

"Let me taste your blood, I haven't tasted any in such a long time!"

He laughed like a maniacal idiot and watched the golden shower.

OoC: If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Also, lol jews.

[Without Name]

((light isnt very fast. and yes, jew lol.))

RADIO.BLOG.CLUB

"Let me taste your blood, I haven't tasted any in such a long time!"

Blood, aye?

To be certain, which this nameless man was not at all, he probably had not bled in some time, if ever. This of course was irrelevant to any potential outcome of the current situation, but he still found it necessary to consider such things, so as to avoid getting too involved with the game. Whenever he got too involved, he got carried away, and when he got carried away. Well, he usually ended up winning.

Just in the same way, he took it upon himself to invest in corny language and phrases of the same sort. This always humored him and usually confused his enemies, as most things he said were unrelated to previous phrases, or the situation at hand. But not all the time. As you may have guessed, this pretty much emulated his thought processes and allowed him to share it with friends and foes alike. Now, however, talking was not a must as the battle had by this time begun.

Precisely and methodically, he deflected each and every assault with slight but lightning (figuratively) fast adjustments to the angle and curve of the blade in accordance to the direction of the latest threat. But rather than a mere ricochet, the light particles dimmed and then collapsed to the floor like a shower of empty shells.

'Mere intent to kill will do little to phase this resolve. Your strikes, however powerful, were far too dull. They lacked greater purpose.'

With a smile, these shells once more receded into a liquid state, and were absorbed into the blade as he dipped its tip into the earth.

'Those hands of yours... are mine now.'

OoC: if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

[Rem]

OoC: Boo, terrible song. Needs more 30 Seconds to Mars.

IC

The wicked grimace remained fixated upon Anima's face. It was always good to test and analyze the opponent, and the opponent's response to his attack had revealed a large quantity of information about him already. Anima suddenly became the commander in the relationship and snapped his fingers in the direction of VanDaglyon. It made him slightly irritated that he would try to become the controller, and nervous as well. He knew what he commanded of though, and rather than let precious battle time flow by, he submitted to his will. Through use of Clairsentience, he began to see what type of abilities and skills this nameless man had and their properties, he basically saw into him, he saw everything, including his incredibly small penis size.

He paused for a moment, eyes closed. They opened again and he spoke in a tone of confidence.

"Well, you're at big disadvantage, I can take away just about every weapon you have at your disposal."

VanDaglyon's focus turned over to his puppet.

"That sword of his, it's a manifestation of the soul, I think you know what you need to do."

Anima was absolutely pleased with the report, for you see, not only is he a manifest of a substance kin to light matter, but he also holds many Necromancy abilities. With the sword being a manifestation of the soul, and Anima having the ability to manipulate, his soul as well as others, it would take little effort to do away with the weapon. Anima snapped his fingers, and perhaps solely by mental effort and will, the blade would wither away into nothingness, never to return.

"Now, how about you bring out that shadow, I'd love to dispose of it too!"

OoC: Feel free to ask any questions, and I apologize for such a short/low quality post.

[Without Name]

OoC: Yer, cos 30 seconds were cool like, last week. the new clip is alright though

RADIO.BLOG.CLUB

IC

They were communicating with each other now. He wondered if they were in fact, shadows to one another, as his was to him. Obviously, they got along slightly better to be a on a talking level, as far as relationships went.

"Now, how about you bring out that shadow, I'd love to dispose of it too!"

The nameless warrior was surprised, to say the least. He felt his shadow was particularly talented in remaining undetected, though he surmised that one of them had, by now, properly observed his shadow. Having done so, they would have noticed that the nodachi's shadow, was in actuality, a hammer. A ghastly and devilish tool of no doubt countless deaths, ravaged and worn; so far as was discernible from the serrated edges of its image.

'Nah, that's fine, I don't really need him at the moment. Besides, we don't get along as well as you do with yours.'

Saying this, he fastened his grip on his resolve. No, it did not phase from existence or anything of the like. Seeing that No Name was oblivious to his foe's clairsentience, he had no theory to accompany his lack of knowledge on his current "non-predicament". Perhaps the clairsentience worked in a particular way, but as far as this narrator understands, a mistake of some sort was made. The blade was indeed a manifestation of the soul, but not of the spiritual variety. Rather, the mental spectrum, to be vague. In this sense, if was an extension of his psyche, if anything.

Thus its presence could not be refuted, seeing as it, being him, was perfectly capable of refuting such refute. But at the moment, the only thing this warrior was refuting was his enemy, not in an existential sense, but more or less the threat they posed to his pride, and the self-worth which he constantly fought to maintain. With a powerful and majestic sweep of the blade, a wave of what seemed like pure kinetic force emitted from it and his being, rushing to wash over his opponents.

This was an unnamed technique of his, and one he used quite frequently as it was rather easy to execute. He fought with his thoughts and emotions, in a kind of metaphysical form. This technique was damaging to both the target's body, and mind.

The direct effects were determined by the warrior's feelings at the time. In this case, the effect would be somewhat akin to that of a crushing sensation, to reflect his currently stoic disposition. A hemorrhage, in essence, with the body feeling as if it were being stoned to death.

[Rem]

OoC: Ah, I understand.

IC

The blade remained, to his surprise. Anima continued to try and get rid of it, but his efforts achieved nothing. It became clear to them that it must be more than just a manifestation of the soul, it is something must more, and they quickly realized that disposing of this troublesome weapon would be rather difficult. Still, the more he used it, or the more they tried to get rid of it, the more that was revealed about it. More would be revealed as the blade was swung freely into the air, an obvious attack from what they've discovered about the weapon so far. It wasn't visible, so there be something a bit more undetectable. With a snap of his fingers, Anima was at command once again, he didn't know what the attack was, but he knew that taking it directly wouldn't be wise. Before the snap could even finish, Anima had already shielded VanDaglyon taking all of the blow. As his body began to be pounded and ripple, Anima continued to laugh, as he always did, it was his only form of mockery it would seem.

Eventually, the pounding ceased to leave Anima a distorted mess, only to have him quickly reform into his original shape. They decided together that they'll have to take a more indirect approach to this, or maybe, an invisible approach. Anima, who was still facing the opponent, had now placed his hands behind his back and begun a very clever assault. Light, in Heaven, it was present everywhere, and it was inextinguishable. It was a present as the air they breathed. This served as the greatest advantage for Anima, and as the base for his next attack.

Anima had cleverly connected the tips of his fingers to the omnipresent light as if they were invisible strings. The Heaven would become his puppet from this point on. The strings of light would be invisible to almost any eye, VanDaglyon himself could not detect them moving around. As strings of the light matter, it would show no sign of movement because it was basically camouflaged with the light around it, making any sort of change unnoticeable. The attack was made that much deadlier by it's ability to be undetectable. Upon Anima's resurface, he had become much more intelligent, violent, and even more powerful. it had now become apparent that he had brought quite a few tricks with him upon resurface as well.

The strings of undetectable light matter would now begin to slice freely into the air, but they had a target, the target was the opponent. Trillions upon trillions of string moving at insane speeds would now begin to slice the opponent into trillions of tiny particles at a speed someone of his race could never detect or react to for that matter. Anima laughed, as always, as his fingers quietly moved as if he were playing the piano behind his back, but actually, he was playing with the Heaven, Anima became a true master of puppets.

[Without Name]

well, this got boring fast. i might reply one day.