Lizard Metabolism
Soma, In Dojo
"We haven't, but I've seen you fight with Wulfrik." I reply to Hazel, offering a small smile. "Sorry I couldn't help, I was busy mostly dying and trying to get the princess on deck."
"Still, you were holding out there rather well." There's no denying that the man wearing heads as standards is a formidable opponent, yet Hazel - I think - even managed to dent him. "Wish I could have half as fighting skills as you."
How do lizards fly?
Auriel - Dojo
"No matter, one day you shall find your title, as all things do," Auriel said to Soma. No title. That was odd. Everything had a title. Soma's world must truly have been different, indeed."Your wishes shall remain unfulfilled, lest you seek them out yourself," she added. "However strong we are, together we are stronger as we build upon each other. In time, you will find that which you seek."
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Soma, Hello Archangel
"Oh no, that was a figure of speech." I explain sheepishly when the angel lady encourages me to train. "I'm happy with what I have, all things considering."
"And really, I'm not special enough to warrant a title." I might be carrying a bit of Dracula in me, but the public generally doesn't know that; nor do they know that Dracula actually exists/ed. "They give those to politicians, officers, sportsmen. I'm just a student."
Four, Hmmmm
She sniffed at the air when Chun-Li mentioned ribs. "Truth be told, I haven't really eaten anything since I came here." Four admitted with a nod. She would much prefer to prepare her food herself - who knew how fat these ribs would be - but beggars couldn't be choosers. Just this once. "We can go and check then." She nodded with a smile, standing up and dusting off her clothing. "Shall we?"
How do lizards fly?
Better yet, she got to meet yet another new person...Edgy. Who, indeed, looked pretty edgy. She wasn't convinced it could speak back to her, but it did seem alive, soooo...
"Hey, Edgy. I'm Suika," she said, doing a little wave at the ringblade. Hard to know what a living weapon would want to talk about, she hadn't met one in some time...
"Does he talk to you at all, Tira? Or is he just kind of alive?"
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Hazel, Dojo
"Thanks," Hazel responded to Soma, with the quiet confidence that came from experience. "W-would you like to spar after these two are done?" She wanted to spar with her team mates. She was already learning a lot from watching Menardi and Raiden fight. She simply smiled at Auriel.
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feeling blue
"Vampire huh? I think I know who you are talking about, he was the first person I talked to when I arrived," said Genji, taking notice of how just mentioning Jan was enough to sour the kid's mood, "I imagine he's on the opposite side for a reason, but when we talked he didn't seem to be too bad."
He imagined he would be in for quite an explanation. Those two seemed to have some kind of history even if it was brief and whatever it was didn't look pleasant. Still, as Genji himself was still rather new to this whole thing, knowing more about what had happened that he wasn't there to see was ideal.
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Soma, Sparring?
"Sure thing." I agree to Hazel's idea. "I will have to ask Menardi for a sword, but otherwise I'm good to go."
"How would you like to spar? We can afford to go all the way with the whole "gets back up after death", but I can see why people" Myself included. "would be averse to it."
How do lizards fly?
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Hazel, Dojo, Sparring.
Hazel tilted her head. "I'd prefer not to fight to that extreme," she said with certainty. "Just until someone admits defeat?" She inquired, hoping for something similar to what she got at home. "Just a friendly spar?"
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Soma, Yay
"Fine by me." I reply with a smile. "I don't really have anyone to spar in most cases, so that seems like it will be a refreshing experience."
I glance over to the duel between Raiden and Menardi, still raging on. "Who do you think has the upper hand?" I ask Hazel and, if she is interested, Auriel.
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Hazel, Dojo
Hazel smiled. "Sounds like fun." She looked over at the ensuing battle. "From what I can tell, Menardi has a wider range of abilities then Raiden, so my denarii are on her. But Raiden might have an ability Menardi can't counter, so it's all up in the air," she said, appraising the battle.
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Over in the hallway. Liberty spoke once again.
"Now entering the Nemesis house!"
"He's a wild card who's switches sides more times then he can even remember, and trained hordes of disposable goons for heroes to beat on! Please welcome Taskmaster to the house!"
Prior to being brought in to the house, The newcomers would find themselves in a tiny cubicle, completely restrained by invisible forcefields, and forced to sit through hastily-edited footage of Liberty explaining
the situation, and making the introductions of everyone who hadn't left the house. The footage ended with a title card proclaiming the team they were on (Villain), before the viewing screen erupted into a bright white portal and automated pistons pushed them through.
"Shit!"
This was the extent of Raiden's reaction before the blade impacted with the knee. The impact was not enough to break it, but the armor in that area was considerably weakened, and quick diagnostics told him his running speed would be somewhat impaired now. Said impact sent him to the floor, sword torn from his grip and still stuck where it had impacted in Men's water grip, He rolled backward, getting back to his feet and raising his fists in a fighting stance. If Men was to take the stolen blade into her hand, she would hear a beep that signified the ID lock detecting an unauthorized user. The blade itself would still be usable, but the unique HF properties that rendered it particularly useful against armored targets would no longer function.
"Not bad. But this fight's not over yet."
A glance toward the entrance told him they'd attracted an audience. He smirked.
"We've got people watching now. How about we give them a show to remember?"
He took a preparatory step backward, preparing himself for his next move. After a second, he ran forward. His speed was somewhat lower then before, so there would be a gap of about a second for her to react accordingly before he reached her. His intent was to ignore whatever blows she swung at him and allow his armor to eat the damage as he moved and attempted to headbutt her with his hard metal head to stun her, before he unleashed a swift furry of punches at her midsection. Of course, this would only work if she did not unleash a move that would knock him back or otherwise render his move unable to work.
He can talk to me in my head sometimes, but he doesn't do that very much anymore. Usually he controls people who use him, takes over their bodies. He can't do that with me. Really long story but basically I was kidnapped like this before by a different guy that I helped kill later who wanted to build an army, and he gave me Soul Edge and made it so I could use it without it controlling me. It wasn't happy about that so now it doesn't talk much. Usually it just mentions when it's hungry and wants more souls to eat.
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Usalia, Dojo
Usalia nodded to Soma as he left and looked at the others that remained. There were still a bunch of others on her team that she had to introduce herself to. Hopping about randomly probably wouldn't get the job done seeing how people seemed to be moving around a lot but she could try.
The dojo seemed to have a lot of activity and Soma was already there. But he quickly struck up a conversation and she caught the strange person's introduction, an Archangel. Usalia hid at the entrance of the dojo peering in as she tried to decide what to do next.
Nervously, she eventially approached the Angel. "Um, hello I'm Usalia, Plip. I know Angels and Demons are natural enemies but I hope we can work together while we are held here against our will."
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Auriel - Dojo
While observing the demigoddess girl and the young human interacting, Auriel saw a third figure finally approaching her."Greetings, Ursalia. I am Auriel, Archangel of Hope. Even were we not so far removed from the battlefields of the Eternal Conflict, I do not believe you or I would have much reason to quarrel," she replied when the so-called demon extended a veritable olive branch. "You are quite unlike the demons I have fought against for so many ages. Creatures of chaos, hatred, and destruction, with rare exception."
She waved a hand at the room in general. "I am not certain what metric our captors have used to decide upon where to place us, but they have found both you and I worthy of the title of hero. I would not be honoring such a title if I were to battle those who are my allies, now would I?"
Usalia Dojo
Usalia smiled at Auriel but held her reservations. "A hero is the kind of person that does good, including destroying evil. As a demon, I am evil. I may be a good person, as Overlord I lead my world to peaceful solutions whenever possible and avoid conflict if I can, but that doesn't change what I am."
Usalia nodded. "But I know not all ngels mercilessly slaughter demons, even young children. We can live peacefully if we put aside our differences."
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"Hmph, that's the way to do it. Cursed swords, bloodthirsty swords... in the end, you have to show them who's boss or else they think they can get away with a lot more than they should. Simply a slab of steel whose job is to kill things that the wielder wants, they don't get to dictate who does what in the relationship." The diminutive warlord piped up, fervor against superstition rising up once more as she peered towards the glinting eye of Soul Edge. All the while jiggling around in her bar seat, so not really the most intimidating of figures.
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Soma, On Fight
Oh hey, Usalia showed up. Looks like she and Auriel are getting along just fine, despite the former's reluctance. Good to know.
"I have to wonder; if doing one thing really well eclipses doing many things less so?" I ponder idly, watching Menardi and Raiden fight. "Raiden is definitely a master swordsman, and his cyborg enhancements definitely help him in a fight. On the other hand, Menardi's repeirtoire of skills is wide enough to keep him guessing."
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How do lizards fly?
Menardi - Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon
Raiden's armour was stronger than Menardi had anticipated; she had expected to cripple him with that blow. However, having disarmed him meant that his greatest advantage was gone.
"This is a fine blade, Raiden," Menardi commented as Raiden took a stance. She was holding it in front of her, studying it while keeping an eye on him. "High-frequency mode, excellent balance, and magnificent alloying. I thought you should know that had this not been a friendly spar, I would destroy it in a heartbeat. Render it into ash. Just so you know for when we fight side by side."
She smiled cheerfully, and the blade became encased in a thick block of ice to ensure he would not recover it. Then she threw it off to the side, getting ready to fight again.
"Let's."
Venus had surprisingly little effect. She had suspected him of being of a Jupiter affinity, based on his speed, but she couldn't count on that kind of logic any more. Instead, she recalled what she had learnt about fighting the Life Model Decoys of S.H.I.E.L.D. in a previous life. Dropping into a low stance, she braced herself as if for a bareknucle showdown...
...except, of course, if there was one thing to be expected from Menardi, it was the unexpected. Invisible to those not gifted with psychic abilties, she gathered Jupiter Psynergy in her right fist. As Raiden approached, his stance open to let his armour take care of any incoming blows, Menardi lashed out with a single punch and unleashed a Thunder Mine at point-blank range. While the resulting explosion of electric energy would effect her as well if it connected, Menardi had Psynergy resistance shields up and would take considerably less damage. However, if Raiden managed to dodge, then her physical resistance shields would do little good against the barrage of blows.
Taskmaster joins the big leagues
Wait.
No, seriously, hold on a sec. What? He was where, supposed to do what and was gonna work with who?
Taskmaster stumbled out into the Nemesis penthouse, completely confused. He had heard of this kind of thing, about Multiverses and being kidnapped by powers from the beyond and all that s**t. You didn't spend half a year as Minister of Defence on Advanced Ideas Mechanics Island without picking up a thing or two. But that never happened to guys like him. That was for the likes of heavy hitters like Dr. Doom, or mystic dudes all up in magic s**t, or whoever the X-Men were fighting these days. Though, Molecule Man and Titania had been to a place like that once, but that was what...30 years ago?
Man, what was this? Was it time for Taskmaster to join the big leagues? Become a multiversal villain, jumping between timelines and visiting foreign planets and s**t? Fight six-armed aliens with tentacles for eyes, kill new and interesting people, steal alien technology and fighting techniques from people from different worlds, maybe get hired by some crimelord owning a whole planet or a huge alien futuristic empire and train their f***ing Stormtroopers or teach magic black knights how to throw swords?
He could do that. No problem.
"Right, okay," he grinned behind the mask. "Where do I start?"
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Auriel - Dojo
"Is that so?" Auriel replied to Usalia. "What is a desire for peace, if not its own form of righteousness? Good and evil are not simply titles to be placed upon ourselves, but aspects of our very souls. Why do you insist so firmly that you are evil?"
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Hazel, Dojo
"Good point," Hazel acknowledged. "But Menardi is far from a bad swordsman herself, and a wide range of skills means you always have the element of surprise," she finished, watching the fight closely.
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Soma, Dojo
"I will concede to that." I agree with Hazel's assessment. "So, to change the topic a little, where do you come from?"
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Hazel, Dojo
Hazel paused, not expecting Soma's question. "I-I'm from Camp Jupiter. In California, in America. How about you?"
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Soma, Dojo
"Born in Spain, but currently staying in Japan as a transfer student." Camp Jupiter? I did hear her say something about belonging to a Legion of sorts... perhaps these two had a relation with each other. "What's Camp Jupiter?"
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"Not quite." Roman said, shaking his head and smirking. "I wouldn't have a partner that was only good at hitting things. They tend to make for poor conversationalists." He sounded amused, and well aware of the humour in what he had said. "And, they tend to do something moronic sooner or later and screw things up." He sighed and reached for a cigar. "No, having someone smart enough to understand what I mean and strong enough to do it is best. And that's Neo."
Speaking of his partner, she wandered in only moments after he had finished talking and went straight for the freezer. The criminal didn't even have to guess at what she was after, and sure enough she had a tub of icecream. Killing people as much as she wants and infinite icecream. This play was practically a dream come true for his partner. Catching her intent and question, Roman glanced around the kitchen. It was largely full of villains, but that didn't mean they would be happy to see the brat stabbed. Especially since Juri seemed fond of her. Annoying. And with them stuck in this house, there would be no place to retreat to. He shook his head slightly at Neo, casually gesturing to Juri and the others around; Making it clear that there was a chance a fight would occur and they would be in a bad position. Best to wait.
Teppei's face hardened further, looking almost furious though it was obviously directed at the topic of the conversation. "Then he was tricking you." The goblin-boy paused for a moment, trying to figure out where to start with just how evil Jan was. He hadn't been in the village when it was slaughtered, so he couldn't say for sure. But there was one example. He gestured for Genji to follow and moved to where they could see into the kitchen. He noticed that Jan wasn't there any longer, but Agnes, or what had been her, was.
He pointed at the ghoul woman, looking almost murderous. "See her? Her name was Agnes. She was a lady from a village that we were supposed to protect where only the kids and ladies were still alive, who was one of the last people able to try and defend them. They're all dead now. And she is one of that freak's controlled monsters, because he wanted her to be." He glanced at the ninja. "And on the island, he did the same to all the innocent people living there. And... I had to kill them to protect the princess." The young boy looked tired, yet furious at that words. "He's a monster. And so is anyone else in that group."
"Er, you should probably go and meet your fellow villains?"
The catman, seemingly unnoticed by the last few newcomers, dared to take the time to speak to one of them, The Taskmaster.. Also because the producers were getting annoyed he was avoiding them and threatened to make good on their flamethrower threat.
"Most of them are in the kitchen right now."
Tira's smile widened as she turned toward Noby. You said it! No one gets to tell me what to do but me and the voice in my head! Anyone else, I get to have fun murdering!
The eye of Soul Edge, meanwhile, turned toward Noby, clear hatred, anger, and loathing in its look as it tried its best to kill by glaring at the odd being in front of it.
The lightning fist connected, forcing Raiden's attack to a halt as he was knocked back a couple of feet, staggering as if somewhat drunk now as error messages appeared on his HUD. Were he able, he would have cursed again. As it was, he simply swayed back and forth, the lightning having rendered him open to further punishment for the next couple of seconds.
Hazel, Dojo
Hazel tensed as the cord approached, the response of a soldier. When it touched her shoulder, however, she felt...good. Not happy, but content. It felt how ambrosia smelt and tasted. Soma arrived then, and Hazel turned to him. "I-I'm Hazel. I don’t know if we've talked before," she said, essaying a small wave.
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