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Post by caius on Apr 29, 2012 19:54:25 GMT -5
Paddra. His ancient home. That place he'd first been cursed. Frankly, he was surprised to see any of it still standing after so long. When he noticed the dying fal'Cie displayed like some carnival prize and the 'scientists' of this era combing through his ancient home was like a slap in the face. The guard of the site was doing a terrible job, not paying enough attention to stop the man from entering the site. He knew who was here. He knew what he had found. And Caius Ballad of Paddra knew that removing him would simplify things greatly. He ignored the many metal boxes, the metal scaffolding displaying the ancient fal'Cie he had once been pledged to like some holiday oddity.
He strode up the ancient stone steps, his mind briefly flashing back to a time when he had fought an enemy at this very spot, where he and Yeul had fled a civil war, when the ancient structures were ablaze. He didn't need to look hard to see who he was looking for. The white hared man was pouring over the Oracle Drive like it was a toy befitting a boy of his age. A hand reached over his shoulder and gripped the thick hilt of Ragnarok, letting his anger at this... indignity... fill the rest of his resolve. "Estheim. The future you seek to create cannot exist," his voice boomed, startling the few scientists closest to him as Ragnarok moved naturally before him in his hand.
"You have defiled the sacred home of the Farseers and made a mockery of their fal'Cie; you will be punished severely," he finished, his left hand swiping over the eye-like orb set in to Ragnarok's blade. A black energy swirled around his hand as he directed it at the fal'Cie, the ancient god stirring and lighting up, the chaos granted to him giving Caius control of the machine. Reams of light shot from its eyes, tearing through steel and stone killing several of the defilers. Several of the rest begun to cry in agony as the old god turned them in to its servants, attacking the unchanged indiscriminately... but all seeming to ignore Caius.
"Perish," he said, swinging the massive Ragnarok and sending a pulse of energy from its blade at the silver haired man they called Hope Estheim. He would regret coming here.
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[Caius Ballad]
[hp=100/100]
[Damage sent: 10]
-Attack x2
[Passive]
-Lifesiphon - Every time a physical attack lands successfully, the attacker is healed for 10% of the total damage inflicted.
-Ravage - The damage dealt by Ruin, and Ruinga is doubled and any members in your party that cast black magic get a 10% spell power boost.
-Area Barrier - Physical and Magical Defense is boosted by 50% and the rest of your party gains a 30% Physical and Magical Defense boost
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[fal'Cie]
[hp=??/??]
[Actions:]
-Activate- Readies weapons. Charge: 3
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Post by Hope Estheim on Apr 29, 2012 21:42:31 GMT -5
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This vision wasn't being projected, and it was one that he had seen hundreds of times. Before him played what looked like a hologram, or a painting on empty space; it depicted a pair of warriors engaged in conflict, one of rose and silver and the other of violet and jet.
He knew well how the battle played out, as if a scene from a movie that he had memorized the script of. Here was the moment when Lightning's adversary cast Comet - there, her fingers sliding on her ornamental gunblade.
An eternal stalemate.
Perhaps he was watching to comfort himself; surely, if something had changed, the vision would have changed as well. The outcome would have been different. But it was the same as it had always been, and for some reason that normalcy granted Hope some peace of mind.
At first, he thought the scream was part of the recording. But when a dark voice snarled his surname, Hope whipped around, the mug of coffee slipping out of his grip and spilling on the grass under his feet. He barely had time to process the rest of the sentence - cannot exist? I'm not... creating a paradox? - before the man from the stored vision in the Oracle Drive made known the presence of his massive sword.
Scientists scattered like scared cattle, but Hope was cornered in the tent that protected the Oracle Drive from the elements. Lightning's adversary - his adversary - however, did not attack him directly, instead swathing a hand in some sort of darkness and using it to infect the fal'Cie at the opposite side of the camp.
As it activated, a soft curse dropped from Hope's lips, though he barely noticed that he'd uttered it. He could only watch in shock and horror as the minor fal'Cie slaughtered several of his comrades down below, cursing some others as well.
"No," he whispered. "No."
Looking back at the man from the vision, only now did it cross his mind to go for his weapon - he went for the Airwing, but thought better of it and instead fumbled the pistol out of one of his packs. It felt unfamiliar and very sharp in his hands, but now wasn't the time to be uncomfortable about such a thing.
He stepped forward, as if to guard the Oracle Drive from the unnamed villain. It's not going to end here. Our vision's too great to be stopped by any one person. "You fought Lightning in that place without time," Hope stated. "Or you have yet to fight her. So what are you doing here? What have you come for?"
His hand shook slightly on the pistol, so he steadied it with his other hand supporting his wrist. Raising the firearm to about shoulder height, he trained the muzzle on the man's chest. It's not a question of can or can't, he thought, repeating something Lightning had told him long ago over and over in his head like a mantra. Some things in life, you just do.
Even so, he was unprepared for his first strike, the oversized sword cutting through the air before him and letting loose a shock wave that caught Hope square. He fell back with a cough; the two attacks had hurt more than he thought they would. He regained his footing slowly, eyeing a shallow cut on his right breast that had sliced through three layers of clothing. This is it. No magic to back me up.
He moved quickly, without time for doubt on his part; with a few steps to the side, he moved the conflict out from under the canvas and away from the Drive, firing off two shots as he went. The first was for his sword-arm shoulder, the second for his chest.
"Not that easily," Hope Estheim growled, spitting to the side as he waited for the man's next movement.
[damage received = 6 hp (area barrier * evasion = .55 ; 5 * .5 = 2.75, *2 = 5.5, rounded up]
[hp=94/100]
[damage dealt = 15 hp]
physical attack x2
+ counter [5 * 2 = 10, + 5 = 15]
cooldowns -
n/a
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Notes: osht, someone is fucked.
Words: 753
Tagged: caius ![/style]
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Post by Chaya Lasari on Apr 29, 2012 22:04:28 GMT -5
Chaya had been around Paddra for a few hours, taking everything in. She knew her memory was gone; the looks she had gotten at her questions gave her plenty of reason why. The guards found her of no threat. In fact, they seemed to pity her when they realized she had no memory, but refused to help her at the same time, not knowing how they could help.
The second thing she had come to realize was that she was very alone. People stared at her ears, an obvious mutation of sorts, quickly isolating her from others. The third thing was that she didn't like to be alone. She also found her stomach hurting and her throat slightly dry, but she knew no way of relieving either - having forgotten of what was 'food' and 'drink'.
The last thing she had come to realize is that she had magic. During an encounter of sorts, she suddenly felt herself speed up significantly for no apparent reason, a red spell being cast over her. It was interesting yet exciting at the same time. As Chaya wandered, it was the screams of scientists and the fal'Cie, that caught her attention.
Chaya looked at everything from a distance, assessing the situation first before running. Thankfully, before she did, she caught a man, trapped, helpless in a corner as the darker man cornered him. Why did the situation feel...so familiar? 'I can't let it happen again!' She didn't care if her memory was gone, she knew how to help people!
But how could she help? The other man was...scary...dark, cold and cruel. Then it hit her. What if she could make the other man faster? He could get out of his corner! 'Don't mess this up!' She thought as she closed her eyes and concentrated. The magic she had just learned seemed to flow into her.
"Haste!" She didn't know where the word came out, but she unleashed it, and concentrated on Hope's location. The red spell would hit him, allowing him speed. smiled at herself when she opened her eyes. She did it! But...she turned her head to Caius and the fal'Cie. Maybe it was a bad idea to have entered the battle in some form...
But she couldn't let the other die!
[HP=100/100]
Boon - Increases the post duration of all buffs to your allied party by two posts.
Haste - A simple spell that increases the attack speed of a single allied target, allowing for three actions every second turn, and lasts 4 posts - 2 post cooldown
[COOLDOWN - Haste - 2]
[BUFF: Haste - 6]
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Post by caius on May 2, 2012 14:11:56 GMT -5
What had he come for? Why was he here? Caius sneered. He had told the boy why he was here. But he had used the Oracle Drive. He had turned it on and seen the seeress's vision of the future. Seen the end of his road. This did nothing but further fuel his anger. The boy drew a pistol, but his aim was poor at best. The first shot was aimed for his arm, and a simple motion caused the bullet to barely graze him. The second, Ragnarok's massive blade had moved between the weapon and its target, sending it ratcheting off in another direction. His pace quickened and he raised Ragnarok with impressive speed in a lunge. "Then you have not only defiled this site, but the sacred visions of the seeress of Paddra," he growled, punctuating his statement with another swing of the massive sword that caused a pulse of dark energy to pulse about it in the instant it swung towards Hope. "You have committed crimes against my people, and you will pay for it in blood. As will Etro's servant, Lightning; she will fall to my blade as many times as is necessary."As he advanced, a gout of flames erupted from the wreckage of a downed airship that had attempted to launch in retaliation to the fal'Cie, the explosion miraculously not harming the tent where the Oracle Drive sat. Caius hoped to bring the device with him when he left, to find a more suitable place to rest it. The fal'Cie launched another beam of blue energy past the immortal guardian, causing an explosion to rip apart the ground, though through the smoke Caius couldn't tell if his opponent had been hit or not... -------------- ________________________ [Caius Ballad] [hp=95/100] [Damage taken: 8 (15*.5=7.5, rounded up)] [Damage restored: 3, Lifesiphon (25*.1=2.5, rounded up)] [Damage sent: 25] - Attack [5]
- Shadowstrike - Inflicts 10 HP Dark damage to a single adversary. - 2 post cooldown [Damage doubled by Dark element alignment]
[Passive] - Area Barrier - Physical and Magical Defense is boosted by 50% and the rest of your party gains a 30% Physical and Magical Defense boost.
- Ravage - The damage dealt by Ruin, and Ruinga is doubled and any members in your party that cast black magic get a 10% spell power boost
- Lifesiphon - Every time a physical attack lands successfully, the attacker is healed for 10% of the total damage inflicted.
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Post by Hope Estheim on May 30, 2012 17:55:05 GMT -5
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Turquoise eyes were hard as steel as they swung up to take in the man singlehandedly causing so much damage. Silver hair, tarnished and marred by dirt and sweat and the blood from a minuscule cut at his hairline, was brushed aside as Hope gritted his teeth.
Gone were any traces of reserve still left to the scientist slash ex-l'Cie. The faint fog of mystery attached to his general aloof behavior was missing, leaving behind the sight of a man pushed to his limits.
"What have you done to Lightning?" he all but snarled. Ignoring the painful twinge of his shoulder as he leveled the pistol at his opponent's chest, this time without trepidation, he squared himself. "You've done much more defiling than I have. Your seeress - none of the Yeuls would have wanted the destruction of Cocoon or the deaths of innocents, of that I'm certain.
"And I didn't even know them."
He was just about fed up with his inability to cast magic. As a scrawny fourteen-year-old, that same magic ability allowed him to defy the will of the gods; now, especially now, retaining that power would definitely have been appreciated.
So the familiar feel of a Haste spell being cast upon him threw Hope off guard, surprising him just enough that he almost started. He hadn't cast that spell, at least not consciously - but now was definitely not the time to look a gift chocobo in the mouth, as it were, so he ignored the unexplained for the moment, lips pressing together in a thin line.
I'll protect you, too.
Without warning, he reaffirmed his grip on the pistol and pulled the trigger. The endeavor left him oddly drained, even as the firearm jumped in his hand, more of a recoil than it had shown before; the scientist brushed it off as the onset of fatigue.
Hope fired the first round before he noticed the fal'Cie behind the mystery man begin to shift; he only had time for his eyes to widen and his finger to tighten on the trigger enough to launch another round before it fired, and he threw himself to the ground to avoid it.
The gamble was no dice. The fal'Cie laser hit him square in the chest, and he went down with another round of coughing, thinking wryly to himself that he was spending more time on the ground in this fight than he was actually leaving a mark.
Again, he was slow to stand, even slower than before, and he nursed his left arm when he returned to his feet. "Is that - all you've got?" he tried to say, but coughed again and shook his head slightly.
Can't go on like this much longer.
[damage received = 14 hp (30 * area barrier * evasion = 13.5, rounded up)]
[hp=80/100]
[damage dealt = 15 hp]
power break x1
physical attack x1
+ counter [5 * 2 = 10, + 5 = 15]
cooldowns -
power break - 4 posts remaining
effects -
+ haste - 6 posts remaining [2 posts this turn, 3 posts next]
- power break [on caius] - damage - 25% - 3 posts remaining
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Notes: hope's pissed and still fucked, excuse the massive delay
Words: 660
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Post by Chaya Lasari on Jun 7, 2012 19:47:21 GMT -5
(Oh my god why is this post so crappy jienjbtnkb)
Chaya could only watch, painfully, as the other man attacked Hope; she didn't need memory to feel almost completely useless in this situation. There was nothing she could do to help at the time; the magic that was in her grasp was mysteriously gone from her memory. No, that wasn't it...she hadn't forgotten it - she just couldn't use it at the time.
She listened to their conversation, mostly because she was there rather than being eavesdropping, and they seem to know each other. Chaya wasn't an idiot, after all, so she could still make simple deductions. Then the fal'Cie attacked Hope which made Chaya grip her staff. She couldn't just throw herself there...
Why was she feeling like her anxiety just suddenly increased? Chaya peered into the tent, trying to locate why her anxiety was heightening. There was something in there...was she really thinking of something this suicidal? Or perhaps an opening? Where was all these thoughts coming from?
Though these weren't actually thoughts but feelings. She could really get to Caius, giving Hope a chance for...something. She couldn't think on her strategy anymore. "Hey!" She didn't realize her voice could get so loud and she was amazed at how little fear her voice had.
"Can I have that...thing in the..." Oh crap what was it? If anyone was looking at her, she pointed at the tent, just a little behind Hope. Chaya made no move to attack since she didn't technically know how to nor who is actually 'bad guy good guy'. But Hope was on the losing side...
And she didn't really want to see anyone hurt. But the dice was cast and how both of them dealt with it was what they do with it.
[HP=100/100]
[COOLDOWN: Haste - 1]
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