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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 3, 2018 12:16:05 GMT -8
He stood alone in the courtyard of the Academy. Not that there was no one else present in the yard, but they were not part of his world. They were barely worth noticing when put against the injustice that had befallen him. He had been all but banished from his home. For something that he could not control. He didn't choose to be a freak like this. and he had never asked for this kind of power. The Elders should have had him executed. Hell, he had half a mind to takes his blade and rip out his own innards right here in the Academy Grounds. He imagined that would be quite the sight for these peasants to witness. An honorable death by the blade.
He may have ended up doing just that if it wasn't for his mission. He was to bring back the knowledge and skills that this place could grant him. Then he would become a weapon like nothing they'd ever possessed before. He'd always been a weapon for his people, but now that was all he was. Everything had changed that day, from how he was seen by his people to how he felt. Even now he felt it inside of him. The fire in his veins, that demon lurking behind his eyes. It wanted to be used, to be let out and unleashed and that frightened him. He'd always heard stories about the monsters that destroyed the world. How they would drink their own power and burn everything they'd once built. Every wonder of the world destroyed in their hubris. It was a cautionary tale to be humble in your strength, and he'd always taken it as such. But now? Now that he could feel it, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to those stories. Something more literal.
His hand moved to the blade at his hip, his eyes narrowing on an old tree in the courtyard near where he stood. Something that had survived decades at least to reach it's size. Possibly even predating the war, this tree had stood tall and endured everything. And he wanted nothing more than to destroy it, to destroy something and lash out. Better a tree than one of the others he was supposed to... work with. His lips twisted into a sneer as he let out a wild howl, the tarnished and well-used blade that hung at his side was unleashed in a flash as the blade went soaring for the trunk of the tree! The beast within demanded he unleashed it, he felt his arm pulsing, but he was restraining it... for now.
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Attack: 19
Defense:8
Speed: 10
Perception:10
Energy: 12
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Post by Krane Asiv on Jan 3, 2018 12:58:15 GMT -8
Today was just like any other to Krane. The green haired male was doing his rounds and heading into the courtyard to meet up with a trainee squad that had a training mission in the facility. He wore his gold armor as per usual when doing official work as the Command Captain, thats when he witnessed a person lash out with a blade on a tree in the courtyard. He wouldn't interfere with the act its self, but when he was done Krane would approach the individual. The head dress would also cover his left eye and scar, so he would just be staring with his right eye, before speaking.
"Did the tree offend in some way?"
He wondered if maybe with the influx of new Trainee's someone came from a territory where plantlife was somehow dangerous or offensive. It could be anything really at this point he assumed.
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Post by Deacon Graves on Jan 3, 2018 13:06:31 GMT -8
Icy blue pupils stared across the field, toward one of the other trainees nearby. He had heard him let out a howl, before he had whipped what appeared to be a knife of aome sort toward the large tree over-looking the grounds. Deacon didn't recognize him, but that wasn't uncommon. He gave very few people even a little time from his day, unless it benefited him to do so. Regardless, he shifted his eyes toward the blade sticking out from the tree. A solid throw.. Hmph.The blonde haired male would begin to allow those feet of his to carry him closer, still off those the knife-thrower's right side. Metallic sand would begin to shift in the back-pack strapped to his torso, sifting upward as it streamed into the air upon his right shoulder. The granules of metal to take the shape of a blade nearly identical to the one thrown, only a flat greyish-black color in its entirety. Chin dropping slightly, Deacon graves would continue walking forward before his own 'blade' let loose, shooting across the expanse. His mock blade would look to strike the hilt of the knife, dislodging it from the ancient tree it had buried itself in. He wouldn't speak, instead halting his movement roughly ten feet or so away and shifting his icy gaze toward the howling boy in a look of curiosity.
Ferrokinetic Weaponry - So long as Deacon's metal sand bag, or other metal debris is within his surroundings, he is able to manipulate the sand to form various melee weaponry, or to be shot off in the fashion of a projectile. He does not have to be holding said weapon or projectile to be able to strike with it. This ability adds 1/2 Deacon's Energy stat to his attacks, so long as the ability is maintained.
6/6 Ability Uses left
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 3, 2018 14:17:25 GMT -8
The blade sunk deep into the wood with a satisfying thunk. But the energy he felt boiling up within didn't dissipate with the outburst. It didn't change the way he felt, that he was no longer at home and that there was no telling how long it would be before he was able to return. Or even if he would still belong when he did. He was surrounded on all sides by enemies, adrift in a sea that thrashed inwardly, threatening to pull him under into the inky abyss. The gentle sunny day that he stood in was less real than the torrent that he felt within.
He'd grip the handle of his swore and place a foot on the tree, his muscles straining with effort before he was able to free it Though not before granules of sand impacted against the base of the hilt, dislodging it with a jolt and sending him forward with the blade. He whipped around as he wiped the Plant's blood, the sap on his arm, his eyes narrowing at the man in the gold armor, and then the other one that was staring at him.
"No."
He responded to the first man, having nothing else to say on the matter. These were not people he respected or knew, and already he disliked them both by virtue of them touching his blade with their abilities. Worse than touching it with their flesh. If the metal sand still clung to the blade he'd attempt to flick them off with a fluid motion of his wrist, which would keep the sword drawn, but pointed down. He wasn't threatening them, yet.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Jan 3, 2018 14:37:30 GMT -8
Krane kind of liked this guy, he didn't say much, unlike most of the people here that just wanted to prattle on and on about stuff. When he noticed the Qi being used by the other guy he turned so both where generally in front of him. He'd take a breath watching, the stare down for a minute. But he was being rude and realized it.
"I am Krane. I'm the Command Captain and currently an Adept. Who are you two?"
He was trying to use a nicer tone or voice like Melanie has been telling him, but as usual it just came out as an order.
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Post by Deacon Graves on Jan 3, 2018 15:03:26 GMT -8
"..Deacon Graves. Military Trainee." His words were spoken toward the one in gold armor that had identified himself as the Command Captain, but his eyes remained locked upon the sword-wielding kid. Maybe the blond haired man simply wantes to test himself some more, or maybe he really liked that tree and this kid was screwing it up. One wouldn't know the answer, as he didn't care to explain himself.
He was itching for growth. There was only one way to attain it.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 3, 2018 15:08:51 GMT -8
"Blake Oleander. New arrival."
He was here for a purpose and he was expected to follow orders. If the man in the gaudy outfit was a ranking officer he'd do as he was ordered. But much like the blonde, he'd continue to stare down the other. The one identified as Deacon. He wasn't going to be the first to blink or back down. This guy came to him with his problems, not the other way around.
His hand instinctively tightened on the hilt of his sword, a creaking sound from the tension escaping the leather wraps along the hilt. He didn't make a move to attack, or further aggression past that. But it was clear that he was ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. He was just silently daring the other one to make the first move and give him a reason.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Jan 3, 2018 16:23:42 GMT -8
He stared after the introductions putting what he could to memory. Though they seemed far more intent on duking it out right here. Looking around the courtyard people seemed to also know this and gave plenty of room to the tension filled area. He would make a small sound as he let some air out.
"Tch."
He'd take a step back and place his left thumb against his stomach with his hand open and palm up. Placing his right hand in his palm with a fist and thumb up.
"As Command Captain I will oversee this training bout between Deacon Graves and Blake Oleander. The fight will go to knock out or declaration of end."
After the announcement he would separated his fist from his palm and an area of blue ice like cold air would fill the area.
((OoC: Academy Barrier activated. All sharp objects are considered blunt within the barrier. Feel free to skip me and duke it out.))
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Post by Deacon Graves on Jan 3, 2018 17:17:55 GMT -8
Deacon would nod as he felt the icy air swallow him whole at the motions the Captain made. Still holding that blank expression on his face, the blonde man would begin to run forward. As he did, plume of that greyish-black sand would rise from the top of his back-pack in his wake. He would look to clear roughly half the distance between them before his boots dug into the earth beneath his feet and he slid. Pulling his right leg back as his left took the lead, that plume of smoke would harden as it formed into what appeared to be a large metal arm hanging out of the top of his back-pack now. Pivoting on his lead left, Deacon would twist his body in a clock-wise manner and that large metal arm would outstretch and swing around, intending to swipe a spinning back-hand at the boy as he made his rotation.
Ferrokinetic Weaponry - So long as Deacon's metal sand bag, or other metal debris is within his surroundings, he is able to manipulate the sand to form various melee weaponry, or to be shot off in the fashion of a projectile. He does not have to be holding said weapon or projectile to be able to strike with it. This ability adds 1/2 Deacon's Energy stat to his attacks, so long as the ability is maintained.
Uses to Unlock: 0
Atk: 10+12=22
5/6 ability uses left
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 5, 2018 15:04:27 GMT -8
Every second he felt the blood burning and boiling under his flesh intensify. But it seemed that they ran this place to allow duels. That was fine by him. As the man in gold did whatever he did Blake's right arm would bulge outward violently, his bones cracking and joints popping painfully as it grew and grew. His teeth clenched as he hissed in pain, his skin hardening to almost scales as veins bulged over them, hair sprouting in tufts through the cracks. His now fanged hand clenched the blade as he sheathed it, his eyes narrowing at the man as the cold enveloped them both. He didn't know how these people did their duels. What the rules were. Other than he had to knock this guy out or have it ruled he won. Well, he'd try and make it quick... The lack of banter from the man with the bag was noted. He was a warrior, taking this moment seriously. He'd have some of Blake's respect for that. There was no false bravado being spouted, only actions. And the man sprung right to it. Another point to him, but Blake would watch with practiced eyes. He was born and bred into war, and the moves were nothing he hadn't seen before. Metal sand hand or not. As the man pivoted he had to make a choice, whether to defend himself or strike. But there really was no choice. He was an arrow loosed from his Master's quiver. The only thing that mattered to the arrow was striking home. He'd unsheathed his blade as his body twisted to match the man's the blade coming around quickly and fueled with the strength of his new arm, the blade seeking the ribs of the man that would challenge him. The tarnished blade humming with energy as it sliced through the air. Much like he imagined it would slice through the man's flesh, unknown to Blake was that bladed objects were being magically blunted. The man's own attack would land unhindered, the slap cracking his jaw and doubling his vision for a moment as the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth bringing the closest thing to a smile to his face that he's had since he arrived. Monsterous Claw - His right arm morphs and cracks into a monstrous claw that adds 1/2 of his energy to his attack stats while the transformation is active. - 5/6
Attack Stat 25
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Post by Deacon Graves on Jan 5, 2018 16:31:41 GMT -8
Deacon's head had turned as he twisted and he would have caught the tail end of his opponent's reaction. He wouldn't have time to adjust the strike he had already committed to, but Deacon would have been able to prepare himself for the blow he would recieved. His control over his abilities was something he worked on for a long time, the speed of which they activated at was a priority. More sand spewed at the base of the arm, swarming over Deacon's body. Unfortunately for Deacon, it wouldn't fully form before this other kid's blade struck it's mark. The blonde man would grunt in pain when it landed. However the metal arm still made contact and upon impact would explode into granules of metal again, as gravity took hold and scattered it upon the ground. Deacon's body would be encased in a layer of smooth metal armor now, his boots digging into the ground as he to spin off the blunted blow in the same direction snap his left leg upward and around at about rib level himself, intending to collide his shin as hard as he could and get some distance between them again. This guy hit pretty hard, but from here on out he was sure he could handle it. At least for a bit longer. He was honestly curious to see what else this guy could do, but he was going to continue to make sure he pushed as hard as he could. The Command Captain was watching after all. He hadn't come here seeking approval, hell he had never met him. But now that Krane was here, Deacon figured he might as well show him what he was capable of.
Metal Sand Bag: +12 Energy
This sand can be used as armor casing the user in solid metal armor with the power of his Energy stat added to his Defense stat. Can be used four times per thread.
12+24 = 36 Defense
1/4 Used
Kinetic Blowback
When struck by an opponent, Deacon is able to absorb kinetic energy up to 1/2 his Energy stat and add it to his next attack.
10 + 12 = 22 Atk
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 5, 2018 17:43:42 GMT -8
It took him a moment to realize that the inside of his mouth wasn't the only part that was bleeding. When the metal arm had exploded upon impact the granules of metal sand would scrape and rip at his cheek leaving it a torn up mess. Though one he could barely feel at the moment thanks to adrenaline pumping through his veins. Instead, his lips only curled more as he began to feel alive. The man's metal sand seemed to encase his own body as armor, undoubtedly the reason that he was not cut and felled by Blake's opening blow. The man didn't miss a beat as he snapped an attack back at him. A leg for his own ribs, but Blake wasn't giving up either. His Monster arm would slam downwards at the leg as it extended toward him, intent to knock it down and away as he closed the distance to try and grab at the man's face with his human hand. He was curious if the metal armor would protect his eyes, and should he be able to latch on to his head his thumb would press forward to find out. All while the Dark energy of his blade sizzled over the armor where the man had been struck. Attack 25. Damage over time Attack 18 posts 1/4. Monster Arm uses remaining 4/6 |
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Post by Kit Pharrow on Jan 5, 2018 19:16:55 GMT -8
Pharrow would walk out onto the courtyard and feel the ice barrier befor realizing where it was. He would walk up to where the man in golder armor was staning and knock lightly on the ice trying not to crack it but get the attention of the man he belived was the cause of the ice.
"hey mister shinny can i come in i want to watch"
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Post by Deacon Graves on Jan 6, 2018 7:51:15 GMT -8
Despite the burn he was feeling at the spot the blade had struck, Deacon gritted his teeth and fought through the pain. His shin had connected as intended, but his opponent was quick to react by knocking his leg downward and shooting his arm forward. The blonde man's arms were already curled near his chest during the kick, so his defense reaction would be easy to pull off. Left arm shift and angled itself in a nearly horizontal position and lifted upward in attempt connect with the wrist of the out-stretched arm and deflect it upward before it got to grasp his head. Those icy blue iris' narrowed as he felt out Blake's electromagnetic field and this his right arm trust forward with intent to land his knuckles against the sword-wielder's sternum. A distortion would appear just before he struck and if it connected, Blake's personal magnetic field would become momentarily visible as Deacon tore a hole in it. The field would erupt, igniting an intense electrical distortion that would surge throughout the kid's body.
Metal Sand Bag: +12 Energy
This sand can be used as armor casing the user in solid metal armor with the power of his Energy stat added to his Defense stat. Can be used four times per thread.
12+24 = 36 Defense
2/4 Used
Electromagnetic Tear
When Deacon successfully strikes someone with this ability, he is able to focus upon his target's electromagnetic field and litterally tear a hole in it, cause it to disrupt and overload, sending pain throughout his target's body. This ability allows him to output damage equal to his own Energy stat.
Uses to Unlock: 20
24 Atk
3/6 Abilitie Uses left
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 6, 2018 15:03:51 GMT -8
Striking at him was reliable as he was not a defensive fighter. And while his own blow was countered so focused on his offense that Blake did not stop the blow for the sternum. The energy ripped through his electromagnetic field. The pain ripped through his body and his jaw twisted and clamped shut to keep more than a grunt from escaping as his body backed away from the man. A new sensation, but not one that would make him back off. He'd raise his blade in front of him before starting his advance once more, the blade swiping downward in a slash before twisting in his grip and ripping upward once more. He was resolved to not be the one to give ground in this fight, and he'd continue pushing his attack. It was his path to victory. Attack 25. Damage over time Attack 18 posts 2/4. Monster Arm uses remaining 3/6 |
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