Sutoratosu

you know what? both of you, PM, now. this is just taking up unnecessary forum space and being a complete disrespect to notus. EDIT: it's sent... now time for me to try to herd Cats...

Sorry to double post, but: Hey kenny, mind not Meta Gaming? you honestly have no way of knowing that detail seeing as how Ethic never mentioned it to anyone. (Or the truth of his troubles, for that matter)

"So you choose the fate of the fool, Do you?" Longicus asked. Edward couldn't have known it, but what he just did had been very stupid; both of the roman's spears had landed embedded in the floor after being blown away. Just as they had been when they were standing before him. The soldier snapped his fingers, a loud crack! was heard and the shafts of the weapons came flying back down the hallway, landing at his feet. they gleamed black and white in the light of the torches above. Twin roars sounded throughout the area a few seconds later. Two Sphinxes came bounding down the massive hallway, one pitch black with the face of a man, the other pure white with the face of a woman, Both of them stood at at least four feet tall on all fours. As they passed by him, Longicus reached up and pulled himself out of the portal Kenny had opened. "Allow me to tell you a story," he said as he rode atop the back of the black sphinx. "The Fool embarks from his home with all his worldly possessions in a small pack, ready to wonder and explore the world. As to where the winds of fate will carry him, he knows not, only that he wants to fly upon their grace. So filled with wondrous visions, hopes, dreams, and questions, he walks towards the edge of the cliff, unaware of the faithful companion trying to divert his course back to safety. But he must learn to watch where he steps the hard way." The Beast serving as his steed roared in agreement, shaking the ground itself. "You are the Fool, Kenny, Edward." he continued. "You think yourself powerful enough to stand against the bearers of fate, think your future to be filled with naught but joy after this. You are wrong, and it is time you learn to watch your step." with that said, the White Sphinx launched a torrent of white flame back at Quincy, while the black one fired an inversely colored blast in the Direction of Kenny of Edward...

Speaking of powers... I have no idea what the Invocation Effect and Cost for the Hermit Arcana is gonna be... or for either of the other two keepers who have yet to be named. Pretty much the only one I have plotted for is Longicus, and that's because his was kinda obvious and appeared back in the first circle (high speed travel at the cost of feeling as if you just full on sprinted every single meter that you used the power to travel, for those who don't recall). actually, no, thats right... all of them have to be different from the previous effect. that means I have to come up with another one for him too... (The Keeper's actual power's/ special ability will not be the same as that bestowed by their Tarot card)

There was indeed a catch as Monty dissolved into shards and formed into being again behind Edward, completely unaffected by the Boy Scout's attack. "Dear god..." the Keeper Sighed, Exasperated. "How many times must I explain to you neanderthals; Brute Physical force is worthless to me! You might as well be trying to tear down a tower with a gust of gentle wind!" "Quiet, Monty." Longicus ordered calmly. He turned to look at Kenny, just as the laser hit him, bouncing right off and deflecting into the wall. "Are you sure you want to do this, Kid? All we want is Ethic, so why intervene like this? what is he to you? what, a friend, someone you can trust? Well I can tell you that he's not. He's only something that get you killed at the end of the day. But tell you what; I'm going to be lenient now and give you the chance to turn around and walk away from all this. Go on... easy as going back down the way you came." As he spoke however, he drew both his spears, lobing them both into the stone floor by the tip and letting them stay there. it may have seemed like a completely pointless action, but in truth, this was Kenny and Edward's Rubicon. If they didn't just turn and get out of here... well, Longicus would have no problem completing the Ritual he had just started... *** "And here I am again..." Ethic sighed as he sat up in the dark space. It looked exactly the same as last time... things were kinda boring and bland here; he'd have to get around to sprucing things up by killing more of his pursuers. He stood up, the scenery changing to Scott's death scene. The Statue was not there... neither was the plaque. "Looking for someone?" a voice chimed from behind him. He turned to see a man about his age. he wore a simple dark blue polo shirt and a pair of khakis. He wore oval rimmed glasses with silver frames and bronze detailing. He wasn't much taller than the black man, and Ethic recognized him instantly when he saw his face. his complexion was no where near as pale as before, and those eyes were a dark hazel instead of black... but he could never forget the facial structure. "You..." he said simply. a slight glow issued forth from his fingers... how the hell he could still have life force when he was dead was beyond him, but hey, not important right now. "Yeah, it's me..." Scott responded. His voice was different too, lower pitched, actually respectable, unlike how whinny it was before. he pulled an I-Phone4 out of his pocket, swiping his finger over the screen and unlocking it, not even looking up at Ethic. "And you don't need to start all that drama right now. I'm not the same Crazy Motherfucker you knew me before as." "You got proof of that? because unless you do, I'm not dropping my guard." "I gave you my story," Scott sighed, annoyed. he put away the I-Phone after checking the date and time. "That should be more than enough to show you that I don't want to kill you. it's that little sphere with the pretty rainbow light like the one you go around spamming at your enemies nowadays." Ethic checked the pocket of his Fatigue jacket. The thing was still there. "Bring it here," Scott said. Ethic began slowly making his way over... still cautious.

we had a similar issue in PSS with this, didn't we? about you thinking that you know ways to circumvent how some system that someone else has set up? (Take the hint, don't be dense right now)

At this point, I think it's safe to say that Marcus will, without a doubt, end up killing everyone, absorbing their life force, become more powerful than Goku and Superman and Vader and Palpatine, and Erza Scarlet and Superman all merged together, And making it to the bottom completely by his lonesome and wishing to be invisible at will so that he can exit the hill and begin his rampage of death and destruction upon the people of the world, going around and assassinating high profile individuals such as Presidents and Prime ministers and a bunch of little people too. That's my theory for this is gonna end. #MurdocAndNotusConspiracy2014 :Kappa: As for Monty, I will say it again: "Hitting" him will not work. even if you catch him by surprise with a whack to the back of the noggin, he won't feel it, nor will he care.

Rejected because you remind too much of Chris McCandless and Henry Thoarou . Nah, JK man, you're accepted.

It's actually not regeneration if your attacks don't even inflict any physical harm on him. He simply breaks himself down and repositions himself in another spot when ever you try to hit with a physical blow. He's said it multiple times, Brute Force will not work on him. I don't know how much clearer I can make his gloating.

"Here..." Absalom sighed as he reached into his father's bag. "At this rate though, the Sky Slayer will be dead and dust long before I find the passage I'm looking for..." a bundle of cotton bandages and a small needle made of animal bone dropped onto the street beside Darius. With that done, he walked away from the two warriors, again flipping through the pages... though this time he had began to chant something. They could not tell what language it was, Darius and Gideon, but it sounded ancient and powerful to their ears... it sounded forbidden. The text upon the Tombs pages began to blaze with light as he continued...

Yes, he should... hopefully he will consider actually doing that in the future Via PMs. anyways, might as well get on with it. no use in changing anything...

Kenny, You know, it's common courtesy to ask before just randomly jumping into another person's scene without having your character already be in some close proximity to the event. first you port away, then you come back, make up your mind: you fighting the damn keepers or not? I'm trying to not be a dick right now, I really am, but I'm getting annoyed now since this is the second time...

What? I don't know... we have like, what, two or three Bi/ Pan Individuals? And as usual on these forums, a depressing lack of Female Player Characters... so not many right now I'm guessing... And Exlink... should I just have Mareek give up?

"Damn idiot..." Mareek Scoffed under his breath, crossing his arms and glancing down at the floor, diverting his gaze from the young Teacher questioning them. "Here I am, set with a cover story for you to save your ass, and you go and blow it up without a second thought..." he leaned back on the leather sofa behind him. that's it, Jake was stupid, he had to be. After that little Fiasco, along with him going and admitting to arson right after, he simply couldn't be anything more. Honestly, who screws up that bad and then refutes someone who tries to help them out of the situation?.He could understand Honesty and all, yeah; in fact he was actually a big advocate for it... but one had to consider where someone as lacking in proper foresight as Jake was would end up five years from now, without some type of guidance. Would he be a burglar? a Terrorist? a Murderer? There were enough of those running around in the world, and his brother was at least both of the latter two. "Guess I'm getting a getting a new Dorm mate then..." He muttered under his breath, sighing a little. No... no he wasn't. He honestly couldn't just bring himself to stand by and watch as another potential criminal was made. He had to do whatever he could to make sure the fool didn't get tossed out of here so soon. He dropped his arms back down to his sides, standing up straight again. "Please pardon his words, Mam," he said politely, lifting his eyes to meet Ms. Phoebe's. "He's a tad delirious; the smoke must've gotten to him."

Oh Jesus... Well, just incase you actually mean what's struck through in that, and aren't being sarcastic, (I think you don't mean it, but...) let me say this to everyone: I just made the beast stronger... sorry Guys...:/

He didn't even take the blame though, Exlink... he just BS'd something that sounds like it could be completely plausible... "Oh, a wild ariados attacked you and set your dorm on fire, you're expelled young man!" Let's be honest, it would be ridiculous to throw someone out on those circumstantial grounds... But whatevs man, your character, if you want him out that bad... (Ok, well, Slade probably won't be expelled, I don't think Chimchain is like that... but it would make sense for there to be a shit ton of consequences.)

Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that you're going to invent some loophole with Marcus's ability and have it so that he just ends up absorbing the blast? Goddamn it... I fear for what I might have just unknowingly done... or will I?

There was barely any time at all for Ethic inbetween him hearing Monty's words and feeling a sharp, burning pain in his kidney, along with the force of another man tackling him to the ground. The wind was knocked out of his lungs, but a shit ton of anger got knocked into his head in exchange. "Who the fuck..." he managed, still breathless. He managed to lift his head from the ground, glancing at the person on top of him. He saw an unexpected face there. "YOU!!" he shouted in a growing fury. The horrible stabbing pain in his back faded from the front of his mind as Adrenaline flooded in. "The guy from the first circle! But why...?" He looked into the other man's eyes, knowing for a fact that he had been the same who had claimed to be a witness to Mr.Taylor's murder back in the library. Back then he had advocated that he was not the one who committed the crime... but something in Ethic's gut told him that had been complete Kuso. Mainly the fact that the Motherfucker was now pinning him on his stomach with a knife shoved into his kidney. "It was you the whole fucking time, wasn't it?" he chuckled. "You the whole fucking time... and here I was, looking for the guy who did it. And now you've got me to, eh? Guess again, Asswipe, because we're both going out!" As he spoke his entire body began to blaze in a rainbow hue before quickly turning to a bright violet. There was no way Marcus would avoid this, not as close to the source as he was about to be. Not even superman could get away from an explosion without a headstart. "Alalalalalalalalalala!!!!!!!!" Ethic hollered in a high pitch, reminiscent of something a stereotypical Terrorist of Islamic Jihadist doctrine might shout before detonating the charges in his suicide vest. A second later, He put every once of Life Force he had much, which was still considerable given that the lethal wound had only been inflicted a few moments ago and he hadn't lost too much blood yet, Into the strongest Burst he could muster, sending an immense blast outward and wrecking the ground and everything around him, unleashing so much force with his suicide attack that the very wall above him and Marcus began the crumble from the shock and fall down towards the epicenter of the explosion in large chunks. But Ethic was dead long before he could see the handiwork of his action, denying Marcus the chance to end him himself... and Monty, for that matter. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!" Monty roared as the Blast came to an end a few minutes later. His eyes blazed with a light salmon pink fire. He shattered into shards as Quincy's attack hit him, Re-materializing a little way out of the Titan's path, rendering himself safe from the incoming charge. He glared at both the Rat man and the Giant, eyes beginning to glaze over with hot fury. "It was simple thing, really!" he shouted. "Did I not specifically state that Ethic was my prey and the prey of my colleagues; That he was our hunt!? Or perhaps I was speaking in Manderin Chinese rather than English!" He ground his teeth. A swarm of the Glow Shards encircled him, flowing into an elegant pair of pants and a black tunic over his nude and surprisingly toned and conditioned physique. more swarmed in and formed a Cloak of pure silver over top the clothing, his hood pulling up and covering his bald head of it's own accord. He held out his hand, a staff with a Oil Lantern chained to one end materialized in his palm. He slammed the walking end onto the ground, sending out a miniature Shock wave that kicked up a ring of dust around him and sent it flying. He grinned like a mad man as the strange lights under his beck and call assembled themselves in various formations all around him He was done playing this little game, having rendered himself fully visible to anyone in the area as he became clothed again. "BUT FINE, JUST FINE!" he exclaimed sarcastically. "IF YOU WANT TO INTERLOPE WITH OUR BUSINESS, YOU CAN DIE RIGHT ALONG WITH GHALEN! BUT HERE, LET ME CALL MY COMRADES FIRST! I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE TO HAVE FUN." "Took you long enough," a smug masculine voice echoed out. A series of tearing sounds could be heard as the three other Keepers who had made up the hunting party after the young black man entered the area, none of them visible except for Monty himself... and the party's leader... A certain Roman Soldier named Longicus. "Tell me," he continued, appearing behind Monty, the two of them now back to back. "Were you going to just expect us to watch and sit back as you carried on with this complete fiasco? Because let me tell you, you were wrong, we're stepping in now regardless of whether you call us or not. It is a simple task, you Damn Mountain Dweller; Kill him, drag him into Styx, and thats the end of it. seems You're too imcompetnet for the task." He turned to face Quincy and the Giant. He looked a bit intimidating, dressed in full Roman Legionary regalia, a golden cloak straddling his broad shoulders and his twin spears strapped across his back. He stood taller than Quincy by a good head, his arms like pythons and his calves the size of a professional sprinter's. His hair was a black mess, falling around his shoulders in loose strands. His jaw and chin were square and strongly set, his eyes blazing with a hot scarlet. The Older Keeper didn't even bother to turn around to face him. "Well... Either way..." he began. "You're here now. Shall we initiate a classic beat down before we stop toying with them?" The younger man glanced at him, then turned to face the Rat and the Giant as well. "We might as well..."he said.

Hey, Exlink... "You're welcome." Don't make Mareek regret it...

"Um, Well, mam..." Mareek began, wondering just how to explain everything. While he was kinda pissed at Jake for setting the place on fire with his lack of foresight, he didn't want to be the reason that the guy got expelled from here. Hell, from what he had just witnessed, the other boy probably needed what they taught here more than a lot of people... "Me and my assigned Dormmate, Jake," He gestured to Slade. "Entered just a few minutes ago to find that a Window had mysteriously been left wide open, just over there." He pointed over his shoulder at the Window, which was still just as they had found it. "We suspected that someone had broken in and was rummaging around the place; at which point Jake's Growlithe picked up something's scent and alerted us that the Intruders were just in the other room. We peeked in and found a pack of Wild Ariados's had been the ones to break in, and had made a nest of the bedroom. The two of us fought them in a battle to drive them out, and..." He paused, glancing at Slade. the thought of just taking the blame himself flashed through his mind for a moment, but rationality prevailed the next minute. He had no Fire Types or any pokemon capable of conjuring a conflagration. He also didn't have any means to manually start a flame like a lighter or matches... in other words, while he could do it, the story would never be able to be proven; the truth would come out without a doubt. He did have another idea, however. It would require a bit of winging, but it was better than nothing at all... "Then as we were trying to drive them away, the leader of the pack used the Move Electroweb on my Syther, knocking her out. The electricity from the attack ignited the threads that they had spun already in the room ,and a fire broke out soon afterwards. I was just about to get some help when you arrived, Mam...but it seems that my roomate managed to somehow put out the fire himself."

#Screwit Time for more suicide tactics... since he's obviously gonna end up dead from the wounds Marcus is gonna inflict when he tackles him. If he's going out, he's taking the assailant down with him. What a nasty little surprise....I can see it now: A wild Sarcus Appeared! Go! Ethic! The Wild Sarcus used Stealth! Ethic is unaware due to the situation at hand! The Wild Sarcus used... going for the Jugular! It's Supereffective! But wait... why is Ethic glowing like that? Oooooh.... Ethic used Explosion! Wonder what happened to Marcus...he was on the guy's back and all... Eh... whatevs, Battles over. Ethic died! Stratos lost 10000 P$ and whited out! But this is gonna mean all out war, when he revives, without a doubt. Time to add the Marcusian front to the battle map...

"shiiiiiiit...." Ethic cursed, standing there as the kick drew closer and closer to impact. Yeah...this had gone great; first this Titan was apparently not going to go down as easily as the last... and now Kenny had upped and vanished all of a sudden, which was somewhat of a Dick move, all things considered. "Alright big guy..." He said, feigning a sigh of exasperation "let's go then." A small sphere of his life force formed in his palm. He thrust his arm out to his side, preparing to literally use the force of the blast he was about to unleash in order to get out of the way. But before he could put the plan into action, something a tad unexpected happened... "No!" Monty shouted defiantly from afar. The crystalline shards at the Keeper's control flew out in a swirling vortex in front of the young man, forming a shining shield of diamond before him, large enough to stop the monstrous kick heading his way. Ethic cast a quick glance at him. "What the hell...?" "Listen here, you worthless little fuck!" Monty snarled at the Titan. "This man is mine to kill! you hear me? Mine, not yours, but mine! I will be the one to wipe him out! Understand? Good! Now go find someone else to kill so that I can get down to business!" With that said, The shield began to fall apart back into shards, bursting upward in a swarm of twinkling lights and blowing the Giant's foot back high into the air... so high that Ethic wouldn't be surprised if the dumb bastard lose his balance and fell... which, one had to admit, would've been quite amusing... the sight of that turtle shell titan struggling to get up. "Don't you smirk, Ghalen!" The old man yelled, breaking his train of thought. He glanced at him, having forgotten he was even there for a moment. "Like I told him, I am only saving you right now so that I can strike you down myself!"

lets all just pretend that Draidon was the only one on the business end of that.

"Still as smug as ever," His mother sighed. "And this from the boy who keeps forgetting that steel cracks when try to add hot ore to it..." She put down Aria, examining the pie that Zoliver had retrieved. It was still warm to the touch. "Sit down you three," she said. "I'll get dinner on the table." His two younger sisters each took the places around the slab of Mahogany. There were three chairs left unoccupied, one for him and another for his mother... and the third for all three of the worthless men who had fled this house in the dead of night over the years, never to return... well, no, to be fair, two of them had tried. But the only one Zoliver's mother had actually ever cared whether or not would returned... hadn't. Meanwhile, out at sea, not far from Koise "Captain, a town," A young pirate said, handing a weather beaten, bronze telescope to an older man with graying whiskers and eyes cold as stone. "I know," John said, annoyed. He pushed the Telescope back into the boy's hands, sending him on his way with just the wave of his hand. He was a big man, John, standing at just under 6"4 with a barrel chest. His arms were thick as pythons from the years he had spent out on rough waters, loading and unloading various cargoes from all across the world. His legs were stout and powerful, able to anchor him firm to the deck even in the fiercest of squalls. The wind howled softly in the young night, threatening to blow the woolen tri-quartered cap from his head while at the same time billowing his black, double breasted coat that reached down past his mid calves; something he had found to be necessary over the years in certain waters, with temperatures as low as they were now. But his most striking feature was his face. Specifically the long, jagged scar that ran diagonally across it's length, an injury from a bad fight long ago... but God himself couldn't have helped the other guy. His cheeks were weathered with the winds of time, as was his brow, rendering skin that was once young and full of vitality now worn and lined. "Monroe!" he called from the Navigator's deck. down on the lower platform a lean young man of about 24 or 25 snapped to attention, saluting. "Aye, sir," he said. "Don't call me sir, boy," the older man quickly reprimanded. "This is the Dagger, Ship of the Silver Blood, not the damn Cithaloc Fleet." "Forgivings, Captain," the man dropped his hand back to his side, breaking off the salute. "How far are we from that village you spotted?" "one hundred, maybe two or three meters, Captain. The Waters seem to be calm along there docks, it'll be easy for us to drop in and row our way in." "A raid?" John stroked his whiskers. "Are you, a mere land caller, trying to suggest a raid to me, Captain John Zoliver Nix, that we conduct a raid on that shit hole of a coastal village?" "Um..." Monroe took a few seconds to think, unsure of what was the answer that would keep him alive. He drummed his fingers against one another, as he often did when thinking. "Y-yes sir," He finally managed. "I am suggesting a raid! if we pass up such an easy opportunity, it'll surely come back to bite us!" John stopped stroking his beard. The younger man took it to be a bad sign, especially as the Captain stared at him with those cold, gray eyes, seeming to peer into his very soul. The tension building inside him only relaxed when the Old Buccaneer let out a hearty chuckle. "Well, then Boy!" he said "Looks like you learn well! Indeed, we pass up this chance now, and God knows when we'll get another." He turned towards the edge of the upper deck, bellowing out and addressing the rest of the Crew. "Change course for the town, folks! We're going on a supply raid!"