@Darkchild: Her true visage was masked by an illusion, one crafted perfectly enough to even bemuse the psychic threat. The man asked out of curiosity of who she was and the problem that the two would now be faced with. "Just get her out!" she continued shouting, the invisible demonic being shot a mental shock wave that shook her body backwards to the ground, "Run!" she hollered, quickly resuming back to her feet, she dashes across the street towards the man and her mother, "Come on! We need to get out of here, too risky." she said. Looking back she witness the psionic nemesis transferring its essence onto another being. "There's a psychic demon here and he already has the up hand now that he has a physical shell." pointing towards the now possess police man.
CVnU: New York City
@Charmix: Now there were people running around scared, his mother was wisked away in the hands of the mystery woman. Out of her shouts an screams he heard one single thing "Danger", his eyes burst with green energy as the rats in the sewers slowly died and the energies from them filled him with energy "Get her to safety, just hide her where it cant find her. I dont know this beast, but you do....I also dont run." His weight tripled as the energy filled him, the concrete below his feet collapsed slightly. The police man grin mischieviously as it stared at him an then followed his mothers movements.
"No!" He screamed before launching himself forward and slamming a fist into the man's stomach, sending him flying into magazine booth. Pages filled the air as it went silent, he turned to the mysterious woman "See I can handle myself." He boasted as a shadow towered behind him
@Impero:
@Abacha_Cavat: Quickly, news of a supposed martial arts tournament hosted by an equally enigmatic figure who's sole interest appears to be the cultural gathering of various different practitioners from across the globe, the prodigious Impero's attention immediately deems the situation an attractive one. The whispered rumors speak of an underground tournament welcoming countless masters of the world's esoteric techniques and exotic combat systems. Undeniably interested, the undisputed Grandmaster makes his prestigious way to the illustrious tournament's location. "Wise decision, Ishin", Impero Neji's spirit admitted. "If Oni truly is alive, he will, even in another body, be a part of this tournament in some way".
Milton had gotten news from his network that some form of combative tournament will take place somewhere in new york city, he had always wanted to see the progress of the martial world. Yet it may also yield some VIP's from the criminal underworld which he wants to personally kill, with that in mind the europe domiciled american booked a ticket to new york. To perhaps see this event, and of course to join as well because he might be 'dealing' after everything is done. It has been awhile since he set foot on american soil. But this might be an opportunity to make powerful connections or to topple pre-existing power structures.
"Hey boys please take care of the Brother's circle for me, I have something to attend in New York"
Her deceptively small and agile frame circled the square elevated platform while her opponent, mirroring the cautious maneuver, smiled with a false sense of arrogance before lunging forward. His quick lightning jab effortless deflected by the outside of the Paper Monkey's forearm lending itself to seamlessly smooth transition from defensive parry to razor sharp offensive counter. Instantly splitting the unsuspecting Tae Kwon Do practitioners forehead open before an unrelenting series of rapidly thrown palm strikes lay siege to his internal organs. Unforgiving in nature the attack had left the man incapacitated on his knees, blood dribbling down his chin as involuntary muscle spasms violently jolted his body sporadically. But never the less the Paper Monkey had advanced to the next round with minimal exertion.
New York... New York!
I found a better one. The first video is kinda sort, eh its a movie clip after all.
@Abacha_Cavat: Jono walked down the steps to this underground Arena, his Roho za Giza walking behind him. they were not close enough to spit on him, but close enough to be a threat if anything should happen. He wore a hat that seemed to be out of 50's era moviedome. Dressed in a long sleeved white Armani he slinked through the crowds. A man clad in Damir Doma set in his sites, holding his hand up so that his Ghosts would see they stopped. He pointed to each entrance to the Arena, seconds later Roho za Giza covered each entrance and exit. Stepping through the crowd on the stairs he made his way behind the man dressed even more so than he, sliding a hand behind the mans neck he.....slowly put his hand to his shoulder.
Leaning forward he whispered into his ear "The crowds are of the normal type, some meta's but they are scarce. De Roho za Giza are set up at the entrance's and the exits, I decided to enjoy the show with you. Make sure that expensive gear you dressed in doesn't get scratched." Sarcasm foamed from his mouth as he spoke about Abacha's get up
A motorcycle cruised into the city, a man leaning over the controls. It was not his unusual appearance that turned heads, nor the sound of his coat clattering against his bike's framework. It was the large, bandaged, wedge blade on his back. He slowly slid to a stop, kicked on the kickstand and climbed off the motorbike, taking his keys and sliding them into a trouser pocket. He pulled his gloves on tighter and laid a hand on what appeared to be a loose strip of leather that held the Rhino's Horn in place. Pulling it taut, he began the slow walk towards the building in front of him, his nervousness almost making him reveal his blade, but he forced himself to be calm.
@Impero: @Nowaiowt: @Abacha_CavatThe purple clad methodical mystery meticulously weaves and eases through the clamouring crowd.
Gleaming golden mask concealing her striking features, deep royal cowl covering her form. An utterly unknown enigma of martial perfection she had joined the crowd for reasons hidden behind an unknowable facade of mesmerizing metal.
@Impero: @Nowaiowt: Cavat leaned back against his seat but his visual concentration remained locked on the newly announced combatants sizing one another up atop the high rise platform in the center of the arena. "You missed quite a display a moment ago." Rumbled the Martial Arts Messiah. His rich African accent resonating with intensely low bass as he peered over his shoulder, first at the praetorian African War Hammer known as Nowaiowt, and then subtly at the elite Roho za Giza. Combat specialists who's reputation and skills were worthy of mention alongside his legendary Coda Dora Milajie. Slightly twisting the mirror plated black tinted ring on his middle finger Abacha Cavat once again leaned back over his shoulder. "Make sure your sentry's understand that when Impero arrives he is not to be confronted. We wouldnt want to cause an unnecessary scene after all."
@Kratesis: Oh yeah I might have. But then I decided (briefly) that I was gonna use Sunfire for Gambler as he was the one wearing the stolen Impero mask. Masked, cloaked, and hooded, characters are beast mode lol. Even started looking around some Anime stuff for cool mask looks.
@Abacha_Cavat: @Kratesis: Upon setting foot in the unexpectedly illustrious underground tournament complex, the Keijijo Prodigy's uniquely colored eyes are quick to capture a visual comprehension of the combat-immersed environment. Spotting first a feminine figure clad in concealing attire coupled with a distinct golden mask devoid of emotions not unlike his own, Impero seizes the moment for brief observation. However, instantly, his esoteric senses detect the presence of chi so enormous, and elusively sinister, he was immediately drawn to it and undoubtedly, the source of this foul chi would most certainly find interest in his own monstrous chi reserves. "Such a charismatic display of martial brilliance", he noted, briefly observing the engaged combatants.
@Jeshi: You're correct mi amor <3
I don't do fads. I set trends for the trend-setters ;)
@Abacha_Cavat: Nodding to Abacha he leaned back in his seat, looking across the arena he say a Roho gesture behind him. Impero had arrived and was making his way into the crowd. Jono was paid to keep Abacha safe, he knew that if anything happened in this place it would be quite the spectacle. He drummed the arm rest beside him drawing the small vibration coming from his movements, along with the movements of every foot stomp and every scream. He could sense all the vibrations in the room, the women next to Abacha their breathing and the vibrations of their vocal chords as they screamed an fawned over Abacha. A smirk came to Jono's face as he felt the power fill him he sat an waited nodding to his men across the arena. Slowly they filled the entrances and exits with men, making it even more difficult for Impero to escape if he decides to do something foolish.
@Impero: @Nowaiowt: @Abacha_CavatViolet cowl billowing around her, framing her golden visage in royal hues.Data scrolls past her exotic eyes, observing and absorbing the presence of the martial masters.
The first was porcelain masked, tall and elegant in his militaristic robes. Her staggeringly perceptive senses detected truly massive reserves of mystical energy, beyond virtually any mortal, and most beings of divine nature.
Secondly was a deep voiced man, and the neverborn nightmare's keen ears detected the hints of an African accent. He seemed stoic, solid and.. strange. Twisted in some metaphysical way as if an inhuman bile ran through his veins rather than blood.
Lastly stood a massively muscled man Kratesis knew to be a successful criminal and feared meta-human mercenary. By his gestures the brilliant breaker of bodies detects he is a leader, commanding his minions with confident gestures.
Hidden in the billows of her concealing cloak, she clasps her fingers behind her back, articulated armor clinking and clattering almost inaudibly.
@Kratesis: @Abacha_Cavat: @Impero: @Nowaiowt:
Upon arrival to the venue after leaving the JFK airport by jogging he had saw yet another masked figure, he had heard news about a masked figure who dominated this world. Did not expect it to be female though, yet he wishes to test himself by fighting her. Now he is at the entrance and there seems to be a guard, he explained the situation and waited for confirmation. Then as he enters he had saw yet another masked individual, this time male. It seems that there is an impostor in their midst.
Milton wore modest clothing comprised of track pants and a plaid T-shirt.
@RumbleMan_Exe: @Nowaiowt: @Kratesis: @Impero: "Such a charismatic display of martial brilliance." the mask concealing the movement of his lips. Aiding the surreal void of emotional prevalent in few others the way it was prevalent in the Keijijo Cobra. Having left his protective associate's company with a directed head tilt towards the entrance and the new arrival, who had managed to verbally disarm the Roho za Giza with an unknown prelection, Cavat now stood shoulder to shoulder alongside the apex of the Keijijo clan. Neither one turning to face the other though not out of disrespect, the two men were simply beholden to their own apathetic nature which resonated profusely from their magnificent postures. "Come now brother, are these sheep really worthy of such high praise?" the natural baritone harmonization of his voice rumbled with an almost hypnotic intensity. Before bridging his brow as he indiscriminately caught a glimpse of the golden halcyon masked figure. "Seems you have an admirer, old friend. I wasnt aware the Impero were allowed to adopt apprentices now." And though the master of the esoteric arts did not turn to look, Cavat understood all to well that he had no doubt sized her up long before mention had been made. "You know you wont be able to stop me. The Keijijo are a blight upon this World and nothing short of their unmitigated eradication is acceptable. Join me brother, and together we shall end the Keijijo Clan and from their ashes the foundation for the OniPero Era shall be authored." Finally facing his former clansmen staring directly into the destitute shadows of his mask.
@Abacha_Cavat: @RumbleMan_Exe: @Kratesis: The mysterious masked woman had briefly caught his elusive attention. Opting not to meet her eyes with his own, the enigmatic martial prodigy however, made an attempt at detecting her chakras and potential chi reserves. "What an interesting mask", he pointed out, quite nonchalantly. Quickly, an additional individual had emerged, one clad in clothing far more casual in comparison to the rest. He unfortunately, did not strike the mysterious Impero as relevant, for now at least. His priorities were clear. With alarming anticipation, the Impero's senses grew erratic, Oni's chi had grown substantially fouler and darker since initially detecting it. Addressing the self-exiled Keijijo, Impero swiftly rejected the meticulous manipulator's proposition. "Perhaps. Tis interesting though. Some of the past Imperos, they believe that you do not need to be stopped. They feel that instead, you need saving. But even I, the Keijijo Messiah, can see that such a thing is beyond my reach. I however, see it differently. You cannot cure the dark side my good man. You can only destroy it", Ishin responded, his composed confidence and powerful resolve pierced the very tension between them. His distinctly colored golden-blue eyes meeting Oni's optical orbs of soullessness.
@Abacha_Cavat: @Impero: @RumbleMan_Exe: @NowaiowtThe mystical senses of the masked martial grand-master would detect titanic reserves of energy within the cloaked form of cold Kratesis, yet not of the chi variety. Instead it seem to be a 'neutral' energy that had yet to be given the form of magical energies, or chi energies, or energies of another type. It was the building blocks of energy, folded in space and time down to a minute singularity stored within her form.
As of yet she stood silent, still and waiting. Her purpose had not yet made itself manifest.
But it would.
@Kratesis: While attempts at involuntarily detecting any substantial chi invisibly resonating with the environment had proven fruitless due to unusually low chi reserves on the mysterious woman's part, a different energy had seized the enigmatic Impero's attention. It was distinct and seemed to compensate for this individual's unimpressive chi reserves. Her silence however, strongly implied a fixed agenda on her part. "You have an agenda", why else would one maintain such intense focus.
@Impero: "Of course." Inside her mask a minor smile. "This is a place of destiny." Waving a hand clad in ornate golden armor at the collection of martial artists, mighty mutants and other metaphysical beings. "Such a collection of powerful individuals creates a 'gravity' that draws me here."
@Kratesis: Facing her with the ceremonially expressionless mask designed to make clear the neutrality of the Impero, he replies, "You could be here for the two reasons most of us are here for", he pauses, briefly returning his line of sight to the gifted combatants. "To do battle with them. Or to study them", he points out. He however, was there for neither.
@Nowaiowt: @Impero: "The rumors about you are true." his voice rumbling like slowly advancing thunder. "An Impero forged in the flames of combat, perhaps under different circumstances we could have been the architects of a martial arts Empire that would shape the World." And as the Grandmaster stared back into the shark like darkness of Cavat's pupils, he could see the enigmatic martial phenom slightly gaze past him. "Ah yes, seems another has.....stolen your attention. Very well then, I shall leave you two to your.....masquerade ball" he sarcastically remarked showing the signs of his manifested arrogance and self-entitlement. Motioning for Nowaiowt before being flanked by the Coda and Giza as they made their leave. "Nowaiowt, I need a favor of you. There was a woman, a talented young woman who fought earlier. I believe she referes to herself as the Paper Monkey. Ask if she'll consider joining our cause. Be as.....charmingly persuasive as I know you can be." he smirked. "We'll need to assemble as many talents as we can, if I am to bring down the house of Keijijo."
@Kratesis: @Abacha_Cavat: "To gain control of the world.. how one-dimensional", Impero dismissed, alluding not to a righteous belief, but to an underlying sense of moral ambiguity. "Nothing will stop the Keijijo from becoming the premier combat force in the world. I will lay waste to everyone that dares stand in our path", he made clear. "Tis a mask you once desperately desired, Oni", he taunted. Briefly returning his attention to the masked woman, he asked, "To come here of all places, you seek knowledge of the most exotic of combat techniques. If so, I can offer you a deal in exchange for something".
@Kratesis: "The opportunity to learn about the most powerful martial arts and techniques the world has ever seen", offering one the open opportunity of observing the practices of the Keijijo was quite the gamble. However, should her skill be significant enough, then his plan to amass an elite fighting force for his enigmatic goals would undoubtedly be unimpaired. "You lack a great deal of chi for a martial artist. However, within you, there seems to be... something else".
@Impero: Interesting. Somehow he had detected her stored Nth energy. Impressive, for her technology was far beyond the majority of beings which dwelled upon this planet. Their scientists had yet to discover the quantum building blocks of energy, and thus were confounded by many of their present mysteries.
"A bold claim." Within the realm of martial arts the legendary Imperos were both feared and envied, and their martial style desired by many. For herself Kratesis trusted to technology and mutation as the paths to the future, yet she acknowledged the usefulness and power of their chi and chakra based might. After all it had proven itself near godlike in power over the centuries.
"And what douth thou ask in return?"
@Darkchild: The body of the possess being lunges backwards, "STOP! He's still a human being even if he's been possess. If that demon ejects himself onto another being, the victim will still feel every inch of pain we leave him with! Running is our best option for now until we get somewhere more secluded and less populated.".
@Kratesis: "Your allegiance", his reply was brief and to the point. "For reasons that I will later make clear, I need to amass a fighting force of the world's elite martial artists. Not only will you be able to learn from the Keijijo, but you will also gain knowledge and what you seek as we confront my.. our targets".
@Madame_Blossom: Esposa <3 <3 <3
@Impero: The eyes of fate guides her to the right path, there she sees a fine figure male from afar, his profile of mystery and vibrant air surrounds him. "Hello." she answered out as she got closer to him, knowing he'll respond.
@Impero: "I am afraid I already owe my allegiance to another cause. The cause of mutant kind, their liberation from the shackle's of prejudice and bondage, and guiding them to their eventual domination over this world, their rightful Kingdom." Her voice echoed with a fiery passion and a furious determination. A cold and merciless focus filled her posture as she spoke.
"Yet we can still benefit one another. Myself and the Court could offer thee our assistance at times, in return for the martial knowledge ye offer."
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