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Post by Lys' on Jun 3, 2010 21:46:18 GMT -5
T1, Full Powers
Anything goes
No Godmodding No Autohitting
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Post by skazy on Jun 3, 2010 22:22:14 GMT -5
A long road winded along before a lone man that occupied it's rocky and muddy sides, just beside the ditches that fell into the forest's gaping openings. Tree's would shade the road from any sun; as they stood much over the height of an average tree. Stray birds, wild dogs and cats scattered the sky and along the base of the forest's entrances - as they could sense from the man they gazed so skeptically at was that of very powerful elements and magics. They could sense, only because it was what they lived from he leeched.. Ska moved gracefully along the winding highway, with dark brown medium length locks tossing themselves like small strands of martyrs fighting against the wind like it was a beatable force. A pale and lean figure, Ska was. Tall too; standing almost 6'0 against the average Eastern man, he was a giant. And his emerald shaded domes of eyes scanned cautiously, yet naturally against the background and foreground he treaded; noting the bright orange glaze of the sky and the way the sun eclipsing off of the river creating a mirror haze of his image as he tapped along the wooden top of a bridge. Hung on his hip was a thick and dependable Kali stick, made from the strongest and finest of all the giant oaks, embedded with the natural ability to transfer energy, it was perfect for an elemental user like himself. With the power of all the five earthly elemental powers at his disposal, and the infinite amounts of massed elemental energy stored inside and outside on the terrain - the limits are beyond limitless. [ Fuck RP. >:U ] Attachments:
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Post by Lys' on Jun 18, 2010 12:01:01 GMT -5
[ Post refers to a chunk of rock split from Earth. It's referencing the land-mass you're on. ]
Disgust was apparent on the man's face as The Harbinger drew closer to their destination. Destruction, complete and utter, was underway on the surface below. Such an anguish as this, could be felt by those sensitive to those things. Hellion, and his companion, Haldson Reed, were both sensitive in their own ways. The Touch and The Force, two typically kinetic powers that allowed them to sense, from hundreds of miles away, the state of the multiverse around them. So, it was expected, that even before they received the distress call, they felt that something major was happening in the galaxy. The call came through, though, and they knew exactly what they had to deal with.
"Our planet, it's crumbling. We need your help, anyone, please, help us." And the transmission cut out. Haldson and Hellion exchanged a look of regret. They'd been on their way to meet up with the main body of their unit, but it seemed that they'd be a little late in getting there. Careful touches on the controls turned the ship toward the planet, and they were off. Crawling through space at an almost as fast as light speed. They arrived within ten minutes, to find that the main body of the planet was missing several large chunks of its terra formations.
"What do you think is going on down there, Haldson?" Hellion asked in his raspy, drawl. Eyes locked tightly on the chunks of planet floating around them.
"Death, Hellion. There's a large disturbance in the force, and people are down there, dying. The balance between good and evil is upset, we have to fix it." Came Haldson's reply, a disparaging tone in his words.
They both remained silent after this, while Hellion turned the ship toward the largest chunk of rock, where people were, they could be good or evil, but they had to get there. The Balance between Good and Evil was a universal law, nothing could exist without it. Hellion and Haldson were the perfect example of that. At this point, Haldson was still a Jedi, and Hellion the epitome of evil in the Galaxy. They worked in harmony because they must. They weren't allowed a choice. If they didn't the very fabric of the Multiverse could, and most probably would, unravel.
Keeping that in their minds, they were able to tolerate one another, even become something akin to friends. That allowed them to work together on jobs such as this one. Where it would, in the end, probably require them both to restore the balance. The ship came to a stop above the chunk of rock, and Hellion got up from the seat.
"I'll take this section, you move on and see what you can find elsewhere." The man's body dropped through a concealed opening, straight through the floor of the ship, and onto the chunk of rocks. His six foot body shook slightly on landing, but instantly stopped. Dirty jeans and black t-shirt were out of place on this, more or less, religious cult of a planet, but then, so was the duster that covered his body for a coat. Beneath it was hidden his gun-belts too, fixated with modified and normal rounds alike. The guns themselves were different, modified beyond normal measures, to fire those special bullets.
He ran through his mental check-list of things and abilities, knowing what he had, and what he could do, was a plus. He let his body breathe, feeling The Mist that ran through his body in the place of blood. Poison and Neurotoxins flowed within that Mist, things that could kill or change all the same. Other powers came to mind, but he probably wouldn't need more than The Mist. This was, after-all, supposed to be a humanoid planet, filled with creatures with no external powers.
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Post by Shonengetsu Chronos on Jul 30, 2010 16:46:15 GMT -5
I'm gonna guess that you both aren't going to continue this fight, so since Lysander posted last, I'll give the win to Lysander.
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