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Postby 5pb » Wed Apr 17, 2019 8:42 am

Luminesa wrote:Thana

Thana calmly watched his students struggling to climb the side of the cavern. He did not seem concerned with the danger of his challenge, and his impassive expression gave away no scrutiny in his eyes. His flowing black hair and trench coat floated around in the soft breeze, unaffected by sunlight or heat. Each student sought to find their own ways up the mountain, but they were not working together. While Xavier was trying to find a way to launch himself forward off the branch, Death walked up the shadow-covered walls. ...You all have your own plans, don't you?...Interesting...In a true battle, you will have no time for plans...only for actions...only for survival... He snapped his fingers, and smiled softly as the cavern wall was covered more and more in serpentine darkness.

Both the Angel and Death managed to singe and burn away some of the serpent-creatures, but more continued toward them indiscriminately. Larger ones began to appear as Death continue to walk up the wall, causing Xavier some alarm. Covering his arm with fire, he punched it into the wall, hooking himself into the rocky wall while shooting fire up toward the incoming monsters. "I don't think this is all he has planned, guys...And driving up the wall isn't going to be easy with all these monsters in the way!" he warned. With each inch he climbed, flames streaked up the cracks in the rock, creating intricate and treacherous designs as they seared through rows of incoming serpents. As larger ones seeped out of the walls, however, one found Kimiko through the rocks. Immediately, it grabbed her leg, pulling her downward and slamming her against the wall.

"Kimiko!" Xavier was nearby, and as he blazed a group of larger serpents, he scaled the wall and moved toward her. He had to be careful to try and save her, however, as one wrong move would send her crashing downward. GIven everyone was already at least twenty feet high, such a drop would hurt her physical body. Taking a risk himself, he grabbed her arm with one hand, and tore her out of the serpent's grasp, throwing her higher up the wall. With his other hand, he blasted the serpent apart, causing himself to let go of the wall and to fall back a few feet. He managed to smash his burning fists into the walls another time, now as he hung about ten feet above the ground.

Ahhhh...that's more like it... Thana thought, with a smile. Seeing the motorcycle, however, he narrowed his eyes. He opened his trench coat ever-so-slightly, and more shadows slipped out, too slight for the students to notice. However, when they flew down toward the students, they took a rather frightening shape: a giant, orb-shaped creature made of multiple huge, staring eyes. Shadowy blackness leaked off the orb like gas, and the eyes petrified everyone who made eye-contact with it. Now with all eyes on you...let's see how you three respond...

Osiris

Osiris liked when questions were sent back his way. He knew then he was teaching an attentive student. Giving her the slightest of smiles, he walked toward her and stood before her. "...Interesting answer...as for what I believe?" He thought for a few silent moments, and then his eyes flickered back to her. "...History is not singular, in a line, focused toward a single point in time. History is now, history is tomorrow, history is yesterday. And all of those moments...are now. All that we know, all that we see and feel and speak, it is the need to reach across boundaries that are beyond human understanding. To understand history is to know the divine. And because I am divine, history is the continual reach across all of time in the now. And in every world, every dimension, every choice even. When you are created for a purpose, you sometimes forget...the world around you also has a purpose. And everything in it has a purpose. A choice. Decisions. They lead to ends, but those ends...they never end."

Kimiko
"Thank you Xavier, that thing literally came out of nowhere," she dusted off her skirt as she felt the presence of the terrifying eye monster. "Such a malicious soul," she felt as if it was staring at her, just like all of the eyes back at her home. Old anxiety began to resurface and her face grew pale. "N-not, again," she shuddered as she remembered her home, her form fading from sight to hide from the glaring eyes. She still felt the eyes watching her even if they may not be, "S-stop, staring... Stop watching me!" She unsheathed her sword and the blade lit aflame, she jumped up towards the creature blade held above her head. She became visible once as she flew through the air, "It's not my fault that they created me!"

The flames of her sword obscured her vision, so she was solely following the presence of the beast. When she thought she was close enough she brought the blade down from above, flames chasing close behind it. The first attack was followed by two more, and then two more after that, her attacks were vicious and showed no form of thought behind them. After the fifth hit the sword faded and a bow took its place, she jumped back away from the wall and pulled back an arrow. "Death is too merciful for you, YOUR SPIRIT IS MINE!" the arrow began to glow with a teal light. Flames built up at the tip of the bow as the arrow was fired, it burned with an intense heat and was shot directly at the creature's core. After the arrow was fired Kimiko began to fall down the wall, she had quickly expended a large sum of energy and it was bound to take its toll. She figured that her attacks wouldn't kill the creature but that's what she had a team for, to cover for what she could not do. She kept falling down the wall and was quickly approaching the place where Xavier was stationed.

Nyarlathotep
"I see," she was expecting some sort of test, or trial as part of her curriculum, but this kind of learning was by far one of her favorites. "And what of chaos and order, two sides of the same coin? Dark and light, good and evil? Do you hold the same ideas about them as most others do?" she was a being that represented chaos, but acted in a manner that showed little to no deviation from order, so she was curious about what Osiris thought about the two concepts.
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Postby Luminesa » Wed Apr 17, 2019 2:49 pm

5pb wrote:
Luminesa wrote:Thana

Thana calmly watched his students struggling to climb the side of the cavern. He did not seem concerned with the danger of his challenge, and his impassive expression gave away no scrutiny in his eyes. His flowing black hair and trench coat floated around in the soft breeze, unaffected by sunlight or heat. Each student sought to find their own ways up the mountain, but they were not working together. While Xavier was trying to find a way to launch himself forward off the branch, Death walked up the shadow-covered walls. ...You all have your own plans, don't you?...Interesting...In a true battle, you will have no time for plans...only for actions...only for survival... He snapped his fingers, and smiled softly as the cavern wall was covered more and more in serpentine darkness.

Both the Angel and Death managed to singe and burn away some of the serpent-creatures, but more continued toward them indiscriminately. Larger ones began to appear as Death continue to walk up the wall, causing Xavier some alarm. Covering his arm with fire, he punched it into the wall, hooking himself into the rocky wall while shooting fire up toward the incoming monsters. "I don't think this is all he has planned, guys...And driving up the wall isn't going to be easy with all these monsters in the way!" he warned. With each inch he climbed, flames streaked up the cracks in the rock, creating intricate and treacherous designs as they seared through rows of incoming serpents. As larger ones seeped out of the walls, however, one found Kimiko through the rocks. Immediately, it grabbed her leg, pulling her downward and slamming her against the wall.

"Kimiko!" Xavier was nearby, and as he blazed a group of larger serpents, he scaled the wall and moved toward her. He had to be careful to try and save her, however, as one wrong move would send her crashing downward. GIven everyone was already at least twenty feet high, such a drop would hurt her physical body. Taking a risk himself, he grabbed her arm with one hand, and tore her out of the serpent's grasp, throwing her higher up the wall. With his other hand, he blasted the serpent apart, causing himself to let go of the wall and to fall back a few feet. He managed to smash his burning fists into the walls another time, now as he hung about ten feet above the ground.

Ahhhh...that's more like it... Thana thought, with a smile. Seeing the motorcycle, however, he narrowed his eyes. He opened his trench coat ever-so-slightly, and more shadows slipped out, too slight for the students to notice. However, when they flew down toward the students, they took a rather frightening shape: a giant, orb-shaped creature made of multiple huge, staring eyes. Shadowy blackness leaked off the orb like gas, and the eyes petrified everyone who made eye-contact with it. Now with all eyes on you...let's see how you three respond...

Osiris

Osiris liked when questions were sent back his way. He knew then he was teaching an attentive student. Giving her the slightest of smiles, he walked toward her and stood before her. "...Interesting answer...as for what I believe?" He thought for a few silent moments, and then his eyes flickered back to her. "...History is not singular, in a line, focused toward a single point in time. History is now, history is tomorrow, history is yesterday. And all of those moments...are now. All that we know, all that we see and feel and speak, it is the need to reach across boundaries that are beyond human understanding. To understand history is to know the divine. And because I am divine, history is the continual reach across all of time in the now. And in every world, every dimension, every choice even. When you are created for a purpose, you sometimes forget...the world around you also has a purpose. And everything in it has a purpose. A choice. Decisions. They lead to ends, but those ends...they never end."

Kimiko
"Thank you Xavier, that thing literally came out of nowhere," she dusted off her skirt as she felt the presence of the terrifying eye monster. "Such a malicious soul," she felt as if it was staring at her, just like all of the eyes back at her home. Old anxiety began to resurface and her face grew pale. "N-not, again," she shuddered as she remembered her home, her form fading from sight to hide from the glaring eyes. She still felt the eyes watching her even if they may not be, "S-stop, staring... Stop watching me!" She unsheathed her sword and the blade lit aflame, she jumped up towards the creature blade held above her head. She became visible once as she flew through the air, "It's not my fault that they created me!"

The flames of her sword obscured her vision, so she was solely following the presence of the beast. When she thought she was close enough she brought the blade down from above, flames chasing close behind it. The first attack was followed by two more, and then two more after that, her attacks were vicious and showed no form of thought behind them. After the fifth hit the sword faded and a bow took its place, she jumped back away from the wall and pulled back an arrow. "Death is too merciful for you, YOUR SPIRIT IS MINE!" the arrow began to glow with a teal light. Flames built up at the tip of the bow as the arrow was fired, it burned with an intense heat and was shot directly at the creature's core. After the arrow was fired Kimiko began to fall down the wall, she had quickly expended a large sum of energy and it was bound to take its toll. She figured that her attacks wouldn't kill the creature but that's what she had a team for, to cover for what she could not do. She kept falling down the wall and was quickly approaching the place where Xavier was stationed.

Nyarlathotep
"I see," she was expecting some sort of test, or trial as part of her curriculum, but this kind of learning was by far one of her favorites. "And what of chaos and order, two sides of the same coin? Dark and light, good and evil? Do you hold the same ideas about them as most others do?" she was a being that represented chaos, but acted in a manner that showed little to no deviation from order, so she was curious about what Osiris thought about the two concepts.

Thana

...The eye has frightened Kimiko...Now comes the challenge...How do you respond when you know you are always being watched? Thana drew a dagger from his pocket, a frightening-looking dagger with a hilt made of wrought-iron and shaped like a skeleton hand. The short, sharp blade was black, and he tossed it up and down in his hand indifferently as he watched below. Nobody could tell what he was planning as he stood ready, and what they had not noticed was the fact that the monster's eyes followed Thana's own unblinking gaze. ...Will you finally work together?...Or will you run away and scatter in your fear?...How do you face the primordial fear of judgment?

As Xavier continued to climb, he noticed Kimiko's increasing terror, and then he jolted when he saw the huge eye glaring them down. He had been so busy climbing that he had not seen it. Now he knew that he had to help her, as he could see that her attacks were nothing more than a frenzy against a foe she could not defeat. She slashed at the being with an impressive burning sword, even stabbing one of the eyes. Eeriely enough, the being did not stop staring as the blade sliced it open. In fact, more eyes, smaller eyes, opened and multiplied across the murky surface of the monster. They continued to observe Kimiko, including during her fall down the side of the cavern.

"KIMIKO!" Xavier thought quickly, and he grabbed his Wheel Staff with his free hand. Holding it out, he yelled to her once again. "KIMIKO! GRAB ON! I'VE GOT YOU!" he yelled. He stopped climbing to try and help her, pulling her up once he knew she had grabbed the staff. He then held her on one arm, while he launched himself forward with his Wheel Staff's flames. Eventually, he managed to fly upwards of thirty feet, in order to continue the treacherous climb. The Throne's eyes only glanced toward the eye-monster once, but when he noticed it, he felt a crawling feeling in his insides. Something could see everything within his body, something that was not supposed to be looking so close. He swallowed hard, and continued firing up the cavern wall. In the meantime, the monster's main eye melded back together, and glared down at Death as she rode her motorcycle.

Osiris

More questions. This class felt a little more like an interview than a class, but Osiris did not mind. Nyarlathetop was inquisitive, and oddly calm. Perhaps she knew that he was not yet judging her. Now, he was only observing what he needed to teach. "...Very good questions...chaos exists when one...lets go of certain parts of history. If one...abandons the possibility of choices, of certain decisions...if one is not aware of their place in history...chaos persists. Chaos is the existence of the pieces needed for order, but without any awareness. Without any understanding. At the risk of making this a personal issue for you, I believe that may explain why they call your father, for example, the 'Blind Idiot God'. In him are all the pieces...but they float through an existence which, to the mortal eye, should not exist. Order...is giving those pieces shape. Giving time shape, and form, is a form of order. And is the focus of history."

He held a book, and suddenly all of the pages flew out. Seamlessly, they simply appeared and floated around the room, several hundred pieces of paper with writing and photos. “...This textbook has all of the information you want on a topic. The information is still there...and it is not any less valuable for being scattered. However, they do not match each other. They make no sense in this...lack of order. Now...if I put them back...” The pages suddenly floated back to the book, in the exact order in which they were found, and he closed the book. He smiled. “...That’s order. All of what you want is in an order that makes sense.”

After putting the book down, he thought on her other question. “Good and evil? Now...those are a matter of...weight. I can of course demonstrate, if you are aware of how judgment works for me.” He nodded toward her chest. “You do not have to worry. If you wish to go through with it, you will not bleed-out, nor will you feel too much pain. But it is up to you. I can merely explain, but a demonstration might help you understand my beliefs better.”
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Postby Luminesa » Wed Apr 17, 2019 4:33 pm

Finsternia wrote:
Luminesa wrote:"He summoned a dragon?!" Hyperion shouted. He turned and stared at Michael, who was perturbed. He held the pen in his hand neck to his lip, thinking hard. Neither of the teachers knew quite how to react to the scale of this fight now. Now both of them wanted to stop the fight, but neither one knew which should take the first move. Hyperion could not even tell if Apophis had used his tag yet. "...Michael...what do you wanna do?" he muttered. When Michael did not respond, the two teachers could only continue observing.

Patriah braced himself for the new dragon's attack, even as he crashed to the ground on his back. Holding back the clawed attack with his own claws, the two pairs of claws fought back and forth, pushing to try and keep one from slashing into the other. The other dragon was terrifying, however. Almost demonic, its black scales gleamed in the chaotic atmosphere. Its four wings looked unnatural, just like the body of its summoner. The Wind Mage knew he had to act quickly, given that he now had to kill this dragon and then reach the death ray. GET OFF YOU GIANT FREAK!! Patriah roared, as he fired a blazing green flame, almost like a long stream of ignited crystal, into the face of the other dragon.

Hamiri steeled herself as she saw the imminent duel. Gathering the Night Magic around her, she held her trusted Witchblade in front of her, glistening as dark as the night sky around them. Despite losing her trap, she knew a one-on-one fight was her best chance right now. Tricks would not work on a god who thrived on tricks. She needed to be faster than a god, an impossible feat. If she could just keep-up, however, maybe she could find an opening. "...Let's go," she muttered. She rushed him for a forward assault again, but this time she jumped over his head, doing a flip in the air. When she came down, she slashed down toward his head. Knowing he could blast her into the sky, she created a shield out of the Night Magic around her, and held it at her elbow.

Apophis

Bahamut roared as emerald flames tried to scorch its nightmarish visage. Green blazed on its scales, reflecting on abyssal depths to show iridescent green. The dragon seem to be almost rearing away from the attack, seemingly burned from the point blank expulsion of draconic breath, until the flames and smoke died down to show the dragon's maw open. Magic coalescenced into that jaw, murky orange and red, into a mass of power which it exhaled against its opponent. The impacted shattered the Earth, burned the soil into magma and lava, upturned the ground that it spewed magma out.

In the sky, meanwhile, Apophis stayed still as the mage-cum-swordswoman rushed towards him. That kind of speed could surprise any mortal, any expert of martial arts, but not his golden eyes. He could see the fault in her stance, in her positioning, in the way she jumped, in the way she held her blade, in the way she breathed and circulated magical power within her veins. Hamiri would feel impact and the sound of steel. The chains of the scorpion tail blocked her attack and the savage chains' barbs clashed against the edge of her sword. The scorpion tail maneuvered and struck her by the side with a flash of cosmic blue. The strike carried explosive power, shattering her shield of dark power and blasted her with the coldness of the realm beyond Earth's exosphere. The God moved with indescribable speed and was immediately catching right in front of her flung body, his chains whipping around him as he struck with the scorpion tail for the second time.

Patriah roared as the dragon drew back from his flaming attack. His enormous maw stretched into a grin, at least until Bahamut began to try and fight back. The dragon had its own terrible fire, and it had been waiting for its turn to blaze its opponent. The flames almost exploded in Patriah's face, made of not just burning energy but also of lava. He only managed to survive due to blocking the attack with his arms and face, but the attack had far too much momentum. The force was enough to tear through the Earth, driving Patriah further into the ground and driving his enormous body toward the ocean. The burning only seemed to stop once he landed against the sea-shore, which had calmed just a little. In great pain, the emerald dragon-Mage rose to face him once again, but this time he flung his wings out around him. The tornado he created this time did not merely spin everywhere. Rather, it shot directly toward Bahamut. Once it hit, it would split the dragon apart from the sheer, concentrated speed of the shearing wind.

Hamiri knew her own attack was not perfect, however. She knew he was scanning her attack, trying to find her weak-points, and he had the upper-hand. Thus she needed to add to her attack. However, Apophis took his turn too quickly for her to react. He blocked, stabbed her in the side, and sent an explosion of cosmic light through her all at once it seemed. Extreme heat and terrible cold clashed in her veins, and the fever spread through her, making her dazed and unable to attack for a moment as she flung through the air. However, she managed to slow herself down just in time to see his next attack coming...

...Maybe just...one trick will help... Flipping out of the way, she shot higher into the air, risking herself and her opponent. She then took her sword, and put herself in the cross-shaped position she had floated in, before his first attack. "...Try this for size!" she called. As the night rippled around her once again, she gave herself a boost. Her raven-wings glowed a midnight-blue aura, and her sword glowed in the same way. She then flung multiple slashes through the air in a sort of convoluted dance, seemingly aimless, though elegant. Each slash, however, fired through the very fabric of the air, of the sky, rushing upon Apophis and slamming into him as they reached his body. Deep, painful gashes appeared on his skin, but they were not normal gashes. Rather than showing blood, they were filled with starry darkness, which leaked out onto his body. "...Now!" Hamiri pulled her sword back, and the oozing Night Magic poured out of his skin and into her sword. She did not plan to use it to kill him, but to weaken him badly. ...Once he starts to weaken...then I can go for the final blow...
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Postby 5pb » Thu Apr 18, 2019 7:08 am

Luminesa wrote:
5pb wrote:Kimiko
"Thank you Xavier, that thing literally came out of nowhere," she dusted off her skirt as she felt the presence of the terrifying eye monster. "Such a malicious soul," she felt as if it was staring at her, just like all of the eyes back at her home. Old anxiety began to resurface and her face grew pale. "N-not, again," she shuddered as she remembered her home, her form fading from sight to hide from the glaring eyes. She still felt the eyes watching her even if they may not be, "S-stop, staring... Stop watching me!" She unsheathed her sword and the blade lit aflame, she jumped up towards the creature blade held above her head. She became visible once as she flew through the air, "It's not my fault that they created me!"

The flames of her sword obscured her vision, so she was solely following the presence of the beast. When she thought she was close enough she brought the blade down from above, flames chasing close behind it. The first attack was followed by two more, and then two more after that, her attacks were vicious and showed no form of thought behind them. After the fifth hit the sword faded and a bow took its place, she jumped back away from the wall and pulled back an arrow. "Death is too merciful for you, YOUR SPIRIT IS MINE!" the arrow began to glow with a teal light. Flames built up at the tip of the bow as the arrow was fired, it burned with an intense heat and was shot directly at the creature's core. After the arrow was fired Kimiko began to fall down the wall, she had quickly expended a large sum of energy and it was bound to take its toll. She figured that her attacks wouldn't kill the creature but that's what she had a team for, to cover for what she could not do. She kept falling down the wall and was quickly approaching the place where Xavier was stationed.

Nyarlathotep
"I see," she was expecting some sort of test, or trial as part of her curriculum, but this kind of learning was by far one of her favorites. "And what of chaos and order, two sides of the same coin? Dark and light, good and evil? Do you hold the same ideas about them as most others do?" she was a being that represented chaos, but acted in a manner that showed little to no deviation from order, so she was curious about what Osiris thought about the two concepts.

Thana

...The eye has frightened Kimiko...Now comes the challenge...How do you respond when you know you are always being watched? Thana drew a dagger from his pocket, a frightening-looking dagger with a hilt made of wrought-iron and shaped like a skeleton hand. The short, sharp blade was black, and he tossed it up and down in his hand indifferently as he watched below. Nobody could tell what he was planning as he stood ready, and what they had not noticed was the fact that the monster's eyes followed Thana's own unblinking gaze. ...Will you finally work together?...Or will you run away and scatter in your fear?...How do you face the primordial fear of judgment?

As Xavier continued to climb, he noticed Kimiko's increasing terror, and then he jolted when he saw the huge eye glaring them down. He had been so busy climbing that he had not seen it. Now he knew that he had to help her, as he could see that her attacks were nothing more than a frenzy against a foe she could not defeat. She slashed at the being with an impressive burning sword, even stabbing one of the eyes. Eeriely enough, the being did not stop staring as the blade sliced it open. In fact, more eyes, smaller eyes, opened and multiplied across the murky surface of the monster. They continued to observe Kimiko, including during her fall down the side of the cavern.

"KIMIKO!" Xavier thought quickly, and he grabbed his Wheel Staff with his free hand. Holding it out, he yelled to her once again. "KIMIKO! GRAB ON! I'VE GOT YOU!" he yelled. He stopped climbing to try and help her, pulling her up once he knew she had grabbed the staff. He then held her on one arm, while he launched himself forward with his Wheel Staff's flames. Eventually, he managed to fly upwards of thirty feet, in order to continue the treacherous climb. The Throne's eyes only glanced toward the eye-monster once, but when he noticed it, he felt a crawling feeling in his insides. Something could see everything within his body, something that was not supposed to be looking so close. He swallowed hard, and continued firing up the cavern wall. In the meantime, the monster's main eye melded back together, and glared down at Death as she rode her motorcycle.

Osiris

More questions. This class felt a little more like an interview than a class, but Osiris did not mind. Nyarlathetop was inquisitive, and oddly calm. Perhaps she knew that he was not yet judging her. Now, he was only observing what he needed to teach. "...Very good questions...chaos exists when one...lets go of certain parts of history. If one...abandons the possibility of choices, of certain decisions...if one is not aware of their place in history...chaos persists. Chaos is the existence of the pieces needed for order, but without any awareness. Without any understanding. At the risk of making this a personal issue for you, I believe that may explain why they call your father, for example, the 'Blind Idiot God'. In him are all the pieces...but they float through an existence which, to the mortal eye, should not exist. Order...is giving those pieces shape. Giving time shape, and form, is a form of order. And is the focus of history."

He held a book, and suddenly all of the pages flew out. Seamlessly, they simply appeared and floated around the room, several hundred pieces of paper with writing and photos. “...This textbook has all of the information you want on a topic. The information is still there...and it is not any less valuable for being scattered. However, they do not match each other. They make no sense in this...lack of order. Now...if I put them back...” The pages suddenly floated back to the book, in the exact order in which they were found, and he closed the book. He smiled. “...That’s order. All of what you want is in an order that makes sense.”

After putting the book down, he thought on her other question. “Good and evil? Now...those are a matter of...weight. I can of course demonstrate, if you are aware of how judgment works for me.” He nodded toward her chest. “You do not have to worry. If you wish to go through with it, you will not bleed-out, nor will you feel too much pain. But it is up to you. I can merely explain, but a demonstration might help you understand my beliefs better.”


Kimiko
As she fell passed Xavier he extended his staff out for her to grab on to, she grabbed on to it and didn't let go until she got to another foothold. "Sorry about that, and thanks again," her voice was quiet as if she was losing her voice, she stood back up and drew her sword from the flames once again. She began to jump up the wall along with Xavier talking as she did, "I think this is where the teamwork aspect of this test is supposed to be most prominent." She quickly swung her sword in the direction of the beast sending another wave of flames directly at it. "I'll also assume you felt the same sensation when it looked at you Xavier? I believe it peers into your fears when it looks at you," she tried to avoid its gaze when she was looking at it, so she turned towards Xavier, "Any Ideas?"

Nyarlathotep
"Weigh my heart? Feel free, even if you ripped it from my chest it wouldn't matter," she stood up, arms behind her back and waited for Osiris to do his judgment. She had never been judged by another deity before, so this was a welcome revelation. "I don't know how this works, so if I have to do anything special you'll have to let me know," she took a deep breath and continued to wait.

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Apophis

At the sound of Patriah's beating wings, Bahamut threw the emerald dragon away from itself as the winds picked up into a razor sharp tornado. The Chaos Dragon roared and, as if reaching forward with its claws to drag something, invoked the creation of a water spout. A large pillar of seawater now became a shield for the horrendous dragon which clashed against Patriah's attack. Their spins counteracted each other as both spun against the other. This produces a violent reaction between the two forces, sending wind and droplets of water on all directions with the resulting shockwave. Bahamut roared for its next retribution and lightning came down from the sky, striking Patriah by the horns.

As Apophis is about to deliver another deadly strike, his opponent abruptly rose up into a higher altitude. As his eyes immediately followed the direction, black blades of sword auras meet his humanoid body and left marks of starry night sky instead of long gashes of red. Immediately the mage swordswoman followed up with another attack, ramming her sword deep inbetween his ribs and down into his lungs. A gasp could be heard from Apophis, something that should male her feel like the God has been severely injured, as she pulled out. However, the tag on Apophis' ear fell off and a sudden influx of magical power erupted around him. With no chance to react, globes of light emerge around himself and one exploded right at Hamiri's face at point blank. The resulting eruption would have injured both and Apophis himself was flung away, burned and bruised. However the God is not yet done as his chains transformed back into its crooked staff form before and used it as conduit for his next sorcery. "Reversal." His absolute domain over darkness overpowered Hamiri's magical control over the gashes. They simultaneously disappeared from his body and, with a bang, infliced upon Hamiri's body gashes of the same kind but now even worse. A dark curse permeates the wounds, absolute divine power over chaos and darkness enforces them, making them bleed out the life essence of victim steadily and without stop. Apophis' burns and wounds suddenly flash red as his eyes glowed with bright gold and despair settles in Hamiri's eyes as the injuries on his body vanish where only smooth bronze skin remains.
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Postby Saleon » Sat Apr 20, 2019 2:07 pm

Death
On a wall
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Luminesa wrote:Thana

...The eye has frightened Kimiko...Now comes the challenge...How do you respond when you know you are always being watched? Thana drew a dagger from his pocket, a frightening-looking dagger with a hilt made of wrought-iron and shaped like a skeleton hand. The short, sharp blade was black, and he tossed it up and down in his hand indifferently as he watched below. Nobody could tell what he was planning as he stood ready, and what they had not noticed was the fact that the monster's eyes followed Thana's own unblinking gaze. ...Will you finally work together?...Or will you run away and scatter in your fear?...How do you face the primordial fear of judgment?

As Xavier continued to climb, he noticed Kimiko's increasing terror, and then he jolted when he saw the huge eye glaring them down. He had been so busy climbing that he had not seen it. Now he knew that he had to help her, as he could see that her attacks were nothing more than a frenzy against a foe she could not defeat. She slashed at the being with an impressive burning sword, even stabbing one of the eyes. Eeriely enough, the being did not stop staring as the blade sliced it open. In fact, more eyes, smaller eyes, opened and multiplied across the murky surface of the monster. They continued to observe Kimiko, including during her fall down the side of the cavern.

"KIMIKO!" Xavier thought quickly, and he grabbed his Wheel Staff with his free hand. Holding it out, he yelled to her once again. "KIMIKO! GRAB ON! I'VE GOT YOU!" he yelled. He stopped climbing to try and help her, pulling her up once he knew she had grabbed the staff. He then held her on one arm, while he launched himself forward with his Wheel Staff's flames. Eventually, he managed to fly upwards of thirty feet, in order to continue the treacherous climb. The Throne's eyes only glanced toward the eye-monster once, but when he noticed it, he felt a crawling feeling in his insides. Something could see everything within his body, something that was not supposed to be looking so close. He swallowed hard, and continued firing up the cavern wall. In the meantime, the monster's main eye melded back together, and glared down at Death as she rode her motorcycle.
As she fell passed Xavier he extended his staff out for her to grab on to, she grabbed on to it and didn't let go until she got to another foothold. "Sorry about that, and thanks again," her voice was quiet as if she was losing her voice, she stood back up and drew her sword from the flames once again. She began to jump up the wall along with Xavier talking as she did, "I think this is where the teamwork aspect of this test is supposed to be most prominent." She quickly swung her sword in the direction of the beast sending another wave of flames directly at it. "I'll also assume you felt the same sensation when it looked at you Xavier? I believe it peers into your fears when it looks at you," she tried to avoid its gaze when she was looking at it, so she turned towards Xavier, "Any Ideas?"
Death rode over and up the wall, now grasping a fiery motorcycle that seemed to leave tracks of flames across the cliffside. She grasps her scythe, now tightly in her left hand. The scythe rides up the cliff-face, making a crescent moon across the rocks. The shadows in the crescent vanishes, crumbling as if rust sweeped off the wind to reveal a pristine interior.

She slows down as she reaches the others and pops the kickstand. Her arms rest on the kickstand. Despite the intense experience of the others, Death seems to have a hard-edged, still expression across her face. She pulls out a mirror and angles it until she can see the many eyed beast. A part of her chuckles a bit, "huh, I have a feeling that is... a beholder. I have a feeling one of the orchestrators of this has been playing one too many games of DnD. It fears very little. But only because most things that would attempt to fight it, best not stare at it. Of course, that is not always a problem."

She then puts her mirror away, looking back up to them as they continue clambering up the wall. Death slowly steps off her bike. Her feet awkwardly fall as if finally affected by gravity, before she lifts them up and places them flat on the wall, "There we go."

Death walks over, adjusting her aviator glasses as she moves alongside them now. The scythe was at her side. The motorcycle, on the otherhand, began to rev and move around. The living machine turned around to meet the beholder. The shine of the polished metal seemed to glisten a bit. The tires began to spin heavily before the brake was released. The roaring beast pedaled across the cliffside. The front wheels seemed to clamp upwards into a wheelie. The machine was not afraid."

Death clasped her scythe, "shall we, um... teamwork? I... think that was the idea behind this assignment."
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