Closure Vs Xenon - RPG

The Maestro looked outwards at the dawning sun of his country as he stood on the balcony of his private quarters, feeling wholly betrayed by those he had felt so close to, his own Chancellors. And yet in an ironic twist of fate he had performed the same kind of betrayal against the Trinity for the sake of mutant kind, or was he just being deceived by yet another ally? The Knightfall. The Maestro was confused. Conflicted. One thing shone through his personal instability knowing that Noah Addams must be put to death.

Comfortably standing inside of his own personal quarters the guards having previously been told to dispatch themselves to the surrounding areas of the palace and refuse external occupants and visitors access save for Noah Adams this was his chance to confront and simply kill the man. Attired in his humble dark suit with a minor detail change, a golden necklace looking piece of metal placed upon his chest being from his home city Kali, where he was once a "God". The Maestro had been feeling lost not knowing himself, being in a foreign country having no ethnic relations to the Venezuelans. His country of "Gods" being different to him by blood, an Ethiopian turned God turned King was a strange tale.

Having no weapons other than a sword displayed beside his bed directly behind of himself feeling his powers were adequate enough to deal with this traitor, the Maestro sent a telepathic signal outwards addressing into the Addams mind "I wish to discuss past events...meet me in my quarters - now" Placing his hands behind of his back the Mutant Saviour awaited the arrival of his chancellor and "friend".

Having received the telepathic message from the mutant maestro, the cunning chancellor concurrently obtained a serendipitous epiphany. A heavenly realization that equaled the playing field. So much so that Noah smiled with the greatest of euphoric pleasure. "It's time." From the depths of his mind rose an unorthodox idea, one that'd surely assist the pretentious prodigy in his oncoming bout. Nevertheless he wouldn't casually discuss the aforementioned, it'd be vastly inappropriate.

Cordially placing a telepathic negation helmet onto his royal head, passed down from the Supreme Chancellor, the precocious prince feels a sense of pride course down his spine. It's a feeling the honorary Venezuelan hadn't felt in some time. "I will have no assistance." Prince Addams eyed his over protective guardsmen, knowing how much they relished well deserved bloodshed.

Moments, minutes, maybe even hours; Noah hadn't a clue how much time had passed since his costume fitting. Regardless he cherished the ambiance of his entrance, his sinister smirk on clear display. And he walked a bumptious walk, acting as if this mutant nation were under his narcissistic control. "Now or never." He stopped before double sided doors, inhaling and exhaling the winds of change. Behind these finely shaved doors stood the mutant savior, an inspiring revolutionary, and leader of mutant kind. "Now." He pushed these doors open, knowing he'd face death head on, knowing this man deserved more, but none of this was personal.....this was simply business.

"Good evening", he spoke with his trademarked over confidence, opening his arms outward as if he were gesturing for a warm embrace. Instead the yellow eyed executioner got a feel of his surroundings, analyzing every element that encompassed this mesmerizing corridor. "Please, enlighten my barbaric mind. What shall we discuss?" He mocked royalty without a second's hesitation, knowing Xenon emoted betrayal because of previous interactions. Feeling this emotion invigorated the supreme chancellor's protege, so much so that he'd utilize his telekinesis into lunging anything sharp toward the mutant maestro. Whether or not it was a form of disrespect the progeny couldn't muster a fuck to give. This was business after all.

Perpetually enshrined in the pursuit of being prepared for all attacks even of the smallest order the Maestro had placed upon the building through his telepathic powers combined with his telekinetic ability to send out a pulse of radar across of the entire palace picking up the smallest of movement within the brain due to neural activity being electro-chemical signals which are sent that contain information that is fundamental to movement in all seemingly forms of life. However, somehow the Chancellors dog Closure had forfeited this allowing for his head to be protected from this nonchalant form of precognition.

Instead - His mental prowess had picked up the simple signatures regarding the impulses being sent throughout of his body to his spinal cord which was also fundamental to nearly all forms of life. This allowed for the Maestro to engage the man mentally watching his every movement due to the fact his body was rather human in creation not revoking his nervous system unlike the mysterious helmet blocking out mental incursions.

Due to this ability his senses had not been taken by surprise when the traitorous Chancellor bounded through the doors, Xenon turned and smiled towards of his past companion his arms folded analytically across of his chiseled dark chest standing astute without showing anything other than a poker faced posture simply staring into the mans eyes, the helmet being iconic to the Supreme Chancellor knowing that Noah had indeed, not worked alone.

The Maestro simply ignored the mans ushered rubbish quickly coining onto the mans line of vision. Without delay he set upon tracking each individual movement which Noah was looking at, this partially down to his intellectual prowess yet the honest truth was his own telepathic intrusions into Xenon's own mind allowed for a use of his powers which almost contradicted the fact his mind was almost unreachable to intrude.

His telepathic mind overriding his own telekinetic functions within his brain subsequently overriding the portion of his brain which enabled his physical vision to view events now instead spewing out a perpetual amount of telekinetic energy engaging in a constant state of sonar sense, this amplifying his physical potency and mental envisaging of events to follow. Also increasing the rate of speed his neural connections and electrical impulses would be increased by "hacking" his own cerebellum responsible for the muscular activity associated with moving. This putting his body into a near state of shock like the times when near death experience victims would notice a sudden state of perception increasing due to the assumed adrenaline factor but in reality the mind captured more detail per second. This sate of increased mental awareness was the simple principle. For a brief while, Xenon's mind would capture, record and process data faster than a standard human. While also taking in more data.

Before the specific projectiles had been cast the miniature vibrations distorting around of all sharp objects within the room was automatically sensed and documented within the Maestros brain which formulated the required amount of guessing and assumptions for the next chain of events, and how to counter.

The instant the sharp objects within the room were cast outwards his sonar sense indicated they were all pertaining to dangerously end his life. Performing a nimble crouch bending his knees slightly while sending out a simultaneous shock wave slightly slowing down each and ever attacking weapon, the Maestro raised his arms above of his dark head like two fists poised towards the ceiling. His fists clenched harder than ever before as he sprung up utilizing full momentum pushing off of the ground with such force behind of his jump the floor cracked under the TK amplified jump which sent the Maestro crashing through the upper levels of the ceiling onto the brown tiled roof safety out of harms way.

The ascent upwards onto the roof however had indeed caused some damage to his physical body, one single projectile had dug into the bottom of his foot penetrating through his leather boots. Wincing as he kicked his foot out to the side pushing the fork out of his foot it bounced off of the roof.

Backing away from the gaping hole the Maestro awaited Noah standing upon the roof hoping the man would follow him up, regardless if he had the balls to follow the Mutant Maestro Xenon moved his mind back into the room looking at Closure, attempting to use his telekinetic grip to cause asphyxiation within the mans throat by blocking his airways through a TK barrier acting like plastic within his throat. A simple, yet deadly attack.

His foot stung like an annoying bee had just attacked him, this would surely render him less mobile throughout of the battle. He would need to stay in sustained flight to avoid fragility. Hovering slightly off of the ground Xenon either awaited a dead Closure or to be joined by the man on the roof for battle.

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.

He watched as the Mutant Maestro deflected his playful assault. He even smiled as the repugnant creature did its' very best to avoid physical contact. His calculating eyes lead to procreation; birthing a multitude of intriguing scenarios. One of which bore such succulent fruit. And without speaking the progeny enjoyed his prey's overzealous actions, finding a particular pleasure with his foe's rambunctious nature.

That myth is more potent than history.

Xenon sprouted upward as if Jesus beckoned him astray. "I didn't know we were playing tag." With his sanitized hands placed around his hips, the dapper lad momentarily considered walking away. "Are you seriously making this difficult. Damn you." He shook his heavenly head from side to side, embarrassed by the lack of respect protruding from his foreign friend. The instant he felt lonely the prince followed the wooden crumbs. He looked through this gaping hole, blocking the sunlight with a single hand raised, only to see an emotionless aberration looking back at him.

That dreams are more powerful than facts.

"C'mon pussy cat. Let's handle this like--" Pressured applied against his thyroid. His esophagus shriveled because of an aggravated hold. He gasped for air. The prince struggled as paranoia consumed his soul. His fingers dug into his throat, hoping beyond hope that this noose would loosen; there was no noose. For the first few seconds he believed himself dead. Only to receive reluctant daydreams as his physical form gave away crimson colored blood.

That hope over triumphs over experience.

The descent into madness didn't take too long, especially so when death knocked on the door. "Shinigami." He reached outward, flickering energies sprouting from his palm. "I need you." Hope and rage intertwined. It's the motivation that drives his entire being. It's the reason devastation won't be met just yet. "You are my savior." An ethereal form graced his weakening frame, channeling metaphysical energy through the unintended vessel of the devil's favorite demon.

That laughter is the only cure for grief.

Prince Addams snickered as he lost all feeling in his bones. Alone to his own devices the precocious chancellor disappeared -

He reappeared on an oddly unprotected roof. "I won't die." He stumbled upon reemergence, the lost soul incidentally vomited black goo as unnatural energies coursed through his unique bloodstream.

And I believe love is stronger than death ~ Robert Fulghum

"I won't let you win." Raw emotions. He felt them everywhere. He could feel the bleeding wound on his aerial suspended foe. He could feel his telepathic tendrils awaiting direction. "Today, you will know fear!" Regardless of their issues the spiteful prince could sense his avatar by his side. With a heightened level of telekinesis the infuriated pawn tried his earnest to pull Xenon inward. If the maestro were inches away from his grasp, the raging revolutionary would simply claw into his flesh. Touching his skin would permit a single chance at using his TK into crushing his opponent's entire rib cage. The end result would excite the honorary chancellor, so much so he might even express gratitude.

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A single crack etched onto his glorious helmet.

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The world rippled in and out of effect, every vibration feeding directly into his mental sonar vision as if he could see everything all at once perpetually analyzing - His instincts and intuition now being merged into now simply knowing when, and where the man would attack through even the most minuscule of bodily movements. The vary air vibrations served as a detector of momentum to the Maestro. His mind jumped forwards locking onto the Young Chancellors helmet a single crack edging upon the helmet worked like it had been shot forwards and projected into the Maestros own mind being as clear as a whole window frame shattering before him, seeing the telepathic intrusion entrance opening his mind was dispelled elsewhere upon the vindicators aggressive assault which had only just commenced with ferocity akin to the most savage of beasts. "You will know fear" where the only words which Xenon had heard. The words dug deep into his heart gaining an angry momentum moments before his intuition kicked in through the sonar senses he currently donned feeding into his cerebral capacities and vision areas of the brain associated with sight having been previously telepathically overridden.

His body feeling a very able yet foreign strength pull him into the traitor, a simple repel using his own powers would have propagated a feasible defense yet his mind revoked this allowing the attack to go without effort to evade, a single, elegantly put slash clawed into and through his dark protective skin-like layer of clothing causing for an unmitigated amount of pressure to be imparted into his rib-cage like a sledge hammer had just been swung multiple times into his chest, crushing his ribs upon impact sending internal bleeding spewing around inside of his body. Without his own powers, a lung would have most definitely been punctured yet moments before a TK shield had been instinctively produced defending all major internal organs.

The Maestro backed away in horrified pain clutching his bloodied and bruised internal chest feeling his insides simply crushed spluttering towards of Closure "You have gone too far..." His mental solace proved fortified enough to create telekinetic rib bones sustaining his bodily movements albeit slightly impaired due to the unrivaled pain now seeping through his body. A telepathic intrusion instigated almost instantly flooding his body with pain ignoring endorphin's meaning the Maestro would feel 0% of the damage imparted into his body, this allowed for a total dismissal of the mans attack (yet the effects, where very real indeed).

His body now only mere inches away from the Chancellors own knowing this would prove for an unrivaled amount of tactical prowess, moving at speeds which would shun even the most prolific martial artists his left fist clenched harder than ever before his nails actually digging into his palms drawing blood manifesting a gigantic amount of telekinetic pressure to increase the mass of his punch, coupled with the speed would turn the attack into something like a school bus smashing into you. All condensed into a fist.

The left fist performed a hooking movement coupled with a perfect turn of the hip and contorting of his elbow at the last moment, a potent left hook aimed to decimate the mans neck upon touch hoping to cause severe bone damage to his spine, collapse a the main artery in the neck (possible causing for a KO or death due to a lack of blood to the brain) and disrupt muscular tissue. Without waiting for a response the Maestro then darted his right hand forwards shaped like a palm with a TK blade attached to it. Trying to dig this into the side of the Mutant Chancellor three times in quick succession going for his lungs and finally a liver shot.

Finally, completing his attempted attacks the Maestro jumped into the air with a TK amplified jump bringing his knee upwards trying to viciously smash the Chancellor in the chin with his knee trying to break all of his teeth and KO him, yet another factor, his helmet would be momentarily exposed if the knee was successful leaving for the Maestro to attempt upon his flight upwards to kick the helmet off of the mans face with a flick of his foot before landing back down before Noah awaiting to see results, without realizing his nose bleeding from internal injuries.

Finale

He'd speak a soliloquy if it weren't for the conflicting voices begging for suicide rather than the spiritual acceptance of Shinigami. He'd voice his displeasure for his recent actions if it weren't for the teachings of Amaranth. He'd beg for forgiveness if he hadn't embarrassed himself into front of the impervious Impero. He'd probably admit defeat if he wasn't shamed by his father all those years ago.

It is because of his inability to forge his own path that he finds himself caught in the whirlwind of brutality only known as the Mutant Maestro. And at first he's flabbergasted as his beautiful mind replays the depressing drama known as his life, but this was his mind and he knew it all too well. These projections of the past had begun some time ago. Maybe after his initial death or maybe after he lost his heart. Nevertheless they had a habit of portraying his most notable flaws. Especially how his imperfections were so effortlessly played upon by the Supreme Chancellor. How he was made a joke without any true effort.

Soon enough he returns to reality as his honorary helmet is irreversibly shattered by the momentous forced placed upon the enraged fist of Xenon. Although spiraling due to the intense blast of telekiness, the wayward soul is instead blessed with the gift of numbness. He even chuckles as the taste of blood slithers down his witty tongue. "You will.." He whispered as heard the sound of his cracking spine. "...die." He fell onto the sun bathed rooftop face first, instantly comforted by the hospitality of death. Even in the face of disgrace did the often emotionally disturbed vigilante smile. He smiled a winner's smile even if the outcome wasn't what he wanted. Why? Maybe because failure was the story of his entire life.

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He fought with an uncharacteristic fluidity. Flawlessly tearing apart the inner workings of the Reisho Monastery. It had been months since his first arrival alongside Milo; two bright eyed students very much willing to handle the unorthodox as well as bone crunching training sessions placed upon their shoulders by the indescribable Ishin Keijijo. And on this specific evening they practiced their new found abilities in the company of their profound mentor. "Dammit!" In the midst of battle, while Milo focused on carefully calculated attacks, the rambunctious American was far more brash in his raw elemental bending. Flurries of scorching fire carelessly emitted from his fingertips blatantly expressed immaturity. Rather than focus on his lessons from Amaranth or his experiences with his father, the pretentious prince instead fought like a reckless dimwit. Because of this he failed. And on this evening the impractically perfect Impero took away his newly minted abilities, deeming him unfit for the legendary monastery. It's the story of his life honestly. A boy with unlimited potential, dodging his past when in truth he should have embraced it. Because of this he failed. And it's only in death that he finally knows why. He never cut away the temptress, never learned from his lessons, and it's only in his secondary death that he finds closure. A bittersweet closure.

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He awoke days, hours, weeks in advance? He'd scratch his head in confusion if it wasn't heavily bandaged. His Olympic swimmer frame was wrought with aches, blisters, bruises, and more. "Where's Xenon?" Noah cried out, knowing they fought, but unsure of the purpose or intent. "Hello!" He jumped off the bed, stumbling his way toward the exit. For some inexpiable reason the Venezuelan native couldn't feel this one particular emotional spectrum, Xenon.

"Hello?" He stopped before the sight of an elderly man. He looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. "Supreme, what happened to Xenon?" He questioned almost immediately, truly unaware of recent happenings.

"My son, Xenon is dead." He retorted as if he already knew the yellow eyed chancellor was in a malleable state.

Madame Blossom.

Impero.

Amaranth.

Clara Mass.

Future Conquerors.

Quintus Knightfall.

Closure.

He could see shades. Dreams? Hallucinations maybe. Fan Song's unbridled telepathy dismantled by the consumption of Shinigami's satanic metaphysical energy. Combed with the intellect of the Supreme Chancellor's opportunist ways the young man with yellow eyes for all intents and purposes was no more. His memories reworked and reinterpreted for the sake of something better.

"Dad, I'm so sorry. It was all my fault. I hurt him. I told him he was....dead."