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"Sweetheart, you liked that? I'd say thank you, but..." Her lips pursed and eyes squinted, she's flattered but not the least bit convinced. Clarice Michelle wouldn't wrap herself in verbal spars this time around. Instead she tilted her head every so slightly with a look of curiosity on display. She wondered, how would her opponent respond? Her answer arrived almost immediately when Ziccarra rose from her kneeling position and grappled the blade she entered the stadium with.
"...I can do so much more then that." The prime goddess sneered as the blade cut in ground like butcher to her carcass. She could feel the planet ache as two sheets of psionic energy trembled through the cracks of exposed earth. As the deep purple energy charged toward her body with an unmitigated animosity, Clarice Michelle raised a single hand as if she was waving goodbye.
Violet constructs in the form of strings darted into the direction of Ziccarra, but not a single one would touch her skin. Each string represented a possibility. A choice yet to be made. In each scenario, Clarice Michelle could sense that teleporting would expose her body to a more vicious assault. One of which included a clean head shot that would end their contest abruptly.
Clarice Michelle refused to concede without contention and so she acted as she deemed necessary. With a deep breath she grasped her sword and in the motion of an Olympic shot put, spun in 180 degree motion and tossed her sword toward the psionic screen. She used this motion to shatter the screen that was aimed at her front facing position. The momentum, however, pushed her backwards and she'd lose her footing upon impact.
Her sword, however, would attempt to keep its trajectory aimed at Ziccarra with the intention of misdirecting whatever following attack she had planned. If it connected, the sword would pierce her left thigh. If she could immobilize just one leg, the fight favor the Olympian demigoddess. If it missed, however, the sword would hit the ground and erupt a telekinetic blast that would cause the trenches to collapse and plummet Ziccarra to lower ground.
Both scenarios were meant to disorient the precision of the psionic arrows the warrior was materializing. This small opportunity to evade a life-threatening attack would be utilized by the prime goddess as she teleported away from the psionic blast from behind her and reappeared in front of the one she shattered. As she tumbled onto the ground from an exposed vantage point, Clarice Michelle tried to push herself back onto her feet but an arrow struck the palm of her hand. A geyser of blood spewed onto her hand and she screamed out in pain.
"You're a nasty, b!tch....aren't you!!!?" Her violet eyes illuminated as telekinetic strings oozed from her pours picked apart the arrow in her hand. She'd form a glove over her hand before attempting to summon her sword back to its station. Her mood quickly shifted as the prime goddess rose to feet with a volatile grimace plastered on her face. She extended her arms outwards, gesturing for Ziccarra to throw her best at her. Their fight had only just begun.
"Come one, impress me!!! I want you to impress me."
I liked this post a lot lol The PRIME Goddess is here. Bow down @ziccarra_liafador
The essence of time was relative. There was no certainty beyond the four walls she stood inside of and for now, she wouldn't question it. What use was knowing where she was if the when was unreliable? Of course, Clarice Michelle understood she didn't belong here. She knew it was another game orchestrated by the same someone who forced her to compete some time ago. It was an attention-seeking effort on the part of this empire and she considered it a gluttonous display of power. Even if she disagreed with their methods, however, there was little else to do but participate. A device implanted inside her neck would activate if she even attempted to manipulate its' properties.
"So, where do you want me to begin?" Rays of light engulfed the room, but it wasn't sunlight. Despite her quiet bunker revealing a bed of stars outside her window, the only light sources were orbs floating on the ceiling and the ring light standing in front of her. In the center of the ring light was a camera recording live footage of the returning contestant. She was a hotly anticipated arrival for the all-stars special. How could she not be? Strangers from across the cosmos demanded her presence more often than not. She made everything she was involved in must-see and the ratings for this special proved her self-belief.
"I have lived a few lifetimes. I have experienced more hurdles than anyone who's ever stepped onto this damn show." Clarice Michelle picked up a mask that was once worn by Mikepool, the mercenary father of her first son. She paused briefly, the thought of her boy left a void in her heart that simply couldn't be filled.
"Let's be honest I am the prime goddess of the multiverse and there's not a single thing that's happened that I don't know about...or been involved in." Inside her bunker were memorabilia from much of her previous escapades. Her crown from Olympus, her robe from Paradise Island, her gear from her time in Sector Eleven's mercenary group, and spellbook gifted from Stella Hamasaki. She would spend an insurmountable amount of time perusing her previous lives, but a photo album consisting of her nephew Noah and her sons Lionel and Mikel took up most of her attention. It distracted her from the camera momentarily and it was that slither of endearment that made viewers consider Miss Pierce the likable antagonist. She was the type of combatant you hate to love.
"If I'm doing this for you...then what're you doing for me?" When the camera turned off, a blue creature entered the bunker with a headset, clipboard filled with a stack of paperwork, and their eyes locked on the violet-eyed vixen. They appeared humanoid in appearance, but appearances were deceiving. She imagined the inhabitants of this planet modeled themselves after Earth, considering the fixation with television versus reality. Nonetheless, Clarice Michelle wasn't beyond reproach. The Olympian demigoddess welcomed their arrival with a slight smirk, studying their movements while thinking thoughts best left unsaid. Her baser instinct craved conflict, she was the mistress of mayhem with reason, but the mere act of rebellion could result in her own demise. Something she wasn't intent on experiencing once again.
"Ifffff you win then Prime Goddess get Raxus Original Series. An anthology based yurrrr many lives. We think open casting call for all races." Miss Pierce adjusted her eyes on their throat, she wondered if they had a windpipe that could be crushed by the weight of telekinetic energy surging through her body. The mere thought of bending their limbs like a Wetzel pretzel made her salivate at the mouth, but she took a momentary pause and inhaled deeply. It was a signal for the blue executive producer of this competition series to up the ante.
"We arrrrrre prepared to give Prime Goddess freedom from the contract if a win is secured." Their face was worrisome. Clarice Michelle presumed they were accustomed to primadonnas and threats.
"It's funny that you think I don't mind collaborating with your people. I like having friends...in high places. Sweetheart, I'll do you this favor and put on a show. Except, I'll be expecting a favor in return because Clara Mass doesn't work for free. Are we understood?" Telekinetic energy crackled like a storm above her head as she approached the executive producer, her index finger tracing their chest as she devilishly sneered inches from their face.
Hours Later
This experience felt entirely different than before. This time she felt focused and finite in composure. Clarice Michelle stood up from the depths of the unknown, more certain of herself than ever before. She wouldn't allow this newfound predicament to stop her from achieving the kind of power she demanded from the multiverse. In fact, the prime goddess embraced the people of Raxus. Their technologies managed to gift her a double-edged serrated sword that could siphon her reality powers in a more concentrated effort. She would be able to call upon the elements of this world and cut at its strings without a psychic strain.
Miss Pierce stood firmly at 5'10" and weighed 165 pounds, her athletic build was a product of survival and she flaunted her assets proudly. As she strutted across the stadium, unsheathing her sword from her back, the sound of her theme music blared in the distance. She took a moment to herself, steadying her breath under the sheer amount of noise coming from the audience. Their screams crashed against her olive skin like a wave. One larger than the next. Her adrenaline was pumping at her heart faster than a car engine revving up and yet she composed herself. There was no way she'd risk unraveling under pressure. She'd survive so much more to falter for so much less.
"Introducing first The Champion, from SEASON 3 ZICCARRA LEAFYDOR!" A visible sign of disgust permeated whatever veil of vigilance the prime goddess hoped to uphold. She wasn't excited to hear the name of her opponent. A woman she nearly bested in their first encounter. Her only salvo of victory being Miss Pierce's own arrogance, but here she was. Although her presence was a vivid reminder of her previous defeat, she likened this encounter to the multiverse affording her a corrective opportunity.
As Miss Pierce watched Ziccarra mouthing off to the announcer, her eyes darted toward the ground where she noticed the terrain shift. It would prove to be the third combatant in this Raxus rematch. Clarice Michelle would use this to her advantage.
"Introducing second the challenger, from Season 3 CLARA MASSSSSS!!!!" It wouldn't take much longer for the prime goddess to act. If it's a show the people of Raxus wanted then it was a show she'd give them. As the announcer took the title from Ziccarra and raised it into the air, her violet eyes glimmered when sunlight reflected off the belt.
"WOOOO! Let's have some fun, sweetheart." Clara Mass playfully winked as she plunged her sword into the ground. An earth elemental sign projected over her forehead as green telekinetic energy surged into the ground. A trio of large stone pillars would emerge from underneath Ziccarra and attempt to launch the champion into the sky. Once airborne, Clara Mass would pull her sword from the ground like her name was King Arthur and transition into her next attack. She would then spin around using her telekinesis to funnel a cyclone of wind akin to a tornado spinning at 250 MPH. This cyclone would attempt to suck the suspended champion inside and collide against her body with the intent of crushing bone.
"I can't say I didn't miss you." Clarice Michelle was well aware of the abilities that came along with fighting Ziccarra. An overflow of telekinetic energy resulted in her defeat. So, this time around rather than use constructs the prime goddess would use her TK as a guiding mechanism for manipulating the physical realm's elemental properties. With this understanding, Clarice Michelle teleported above Ziccarra and this time manipulated the weight of her sword so she'd descend from the sky like a collapsing tower. She intended to test the strength of her opponent by aiming for either the lower back or mid-torso of Ziccarra (depending on how she's positioned after initial attacks). Clarice Michelle hoped to slash at the champion and draw blood, but she was more concerned with testing her speed and defensive maneuvers.
"I even tried to show you some respect. Girl power, y'know?" The armor she wore came from the god Hephaestus decades ago, but in this universe, it was akin to the warrior she found herself in conflict with. Nonetheless, if her strikes connected or were deflected then Clara Mass would once again try to teleport to create distance between the two. It would allow her the chance to game plan this fight with the data she collected.
MERCURY.....this has me HOLLERING
@a0ki said:
"No sé si pueda volver a amar. Porque te di todo el amor que pude dar." Within the calmness of the abandoned First A.I.D. Labs living quarters, she takes to the rhythm of a classic melody. Dressed in a violet hue body suit paired with an overcoat, Miss Pierce's appearance is a sharp contrast to the rundown rags that clung to her body upon her arrival in this reality.
"Como la flor. Con tanto amor!" Clarice Michelle's journey into the unknown might've been lost in translation with the people she's encountered along the way, but Brian Newcastle never once misunderstood her motivations. Instead, he listened like any good man would. He more than anyone grasped the fact that the why behind it all was much bigger then whatever game of monopoly the Order was playing with the likes of Gothic, Valor and Daytonville combined. There was a larger player at hand. Someone or something with a scheme that'd undo the very nature of humanity. The ripple effects of these games were already being felt. That's when she knew it was time to act.
"Hey, Mister Newcastle. Tell me, have we found our little friend?" It's hard to see at first, beneath the six foot stature and rugged beard, his eyes twinkled with a familial cadence. Brian could speak before his lips even moved. His concern for the future was palpable. How could it not be? Valor City was now splintered into four terrains. A society of technology inclined savants were difficult to evade. His fledgling alliance with Ada Guillaume was the only thing keeping him alive. He assumed she had use for him. A thread he hoped to tug on and use to his advantage, but for months the phone never rang. It's why he took matters into his own hands. With Miss Pierce, the Newcastle legacy would forcefully involve himself in Guillaume's affairs once again.
"Good. That's good. You don't have to worry anymore, sweetheart. I'm here now. Please, remember that." Her smirk radiated the same signature charisma that once courted emperors and kings of the prime universe. It would serve her well once more with the times to come, but Brian wasn't an easy mark. His mind mitigated through multiple scenarios within milliseconds. His manner of perceiving people through their emotions or lack thereof afforded him the same method of finesse as Miss Pierce. He knew how to work people to his benefit. Their kindred spirits understood each other's truths and together they'd entangle themselves with the one thread connecting them.
"It's time we spoke face to face." When their fingers touched, the two materialized in front of @ada_guillaume within moments of her discovery of his dormant Dominus International chip. She had one of the greatest minds in the world, but Miss Pierce's ability to distort reality managed to hide his tech long enough for them to make this reunion happen. Upon their arrival, Miss Pierce and Brian quickly made themselves comfortable. Without a second thought, Clarice Michelle whimsically attempted to telekinetically blockade every entrance as to avoid any additional parties from interrupting their conversation. All the while, Brian let a cigarette. A visible scar on the left side of his face present, a memento from his first meeting with the assassin.
"Where do I even begin with you? It was one thing to cut my city open the way you did. It was another to inject it with whatever society of sociopaths you've deemed worthy to sit in my place, but here you are." He paused, letting out a deep exhale. He knew there was a gamble in approaching Guillaume like this. She'd either demean the content of his character or dismiss him entirely. Both of which could very well end with his throat slit. Either way, he stood his ground.
"You're laid up like you don't owe anyone but yourself, huh?" Brian rolled his eyes. He understood she was void of feeling, but incompetence? Despite his fallout with Valor City, it's pulse relied on him breathing. If she didn't start making sense of their lack of communication, he'd find a way to stall her plans like he did the first time around.
"I think what my friend is trying to say...is that you're squandering opportunity. I mean you had a prime candidate to flaunt across America and instead you swept him from under his feet. Mistakes like that can come back and bite you on the ass." Her violet eyes scanned Ada Guillaume with discontent. She could smell Y-Intercept on her. The thought alone curdled her blood. Memories of their previous engagement has haunted the prime goddess ever since.
"I think you'd be smart to include him in this little game you've got going. Don't you think, sweetheart? " Miss Pierce's devilish smirk felt intrusive and it was meant to be. Part of her hoped Ada would act out of turn. She craved a challenge. They would get their answers one way or another and if she declined their request, Clarice Michelle would consider morphing the composition of Ada's chair to bind her still. She'd only act on this thought if her ally requested.
"My friend here isn't from this universe." He chuckled as he approached Ada.
"In your absence, I've developed abilities. Abilities due in part to my father's time with a time lavaliere." Brian could see through timelines. He could calculate outcomes faster then he could blink. He hoped to evade the possibility of Clarice Michelle using her powers against Ada if she offensively engaged with the duo. Instead, he hoped she'd understand the error in her judgement.
"I'd like to offer you my insight on this new venture of yours. For something in return, of course." He hoped she'd accept an official partnership...for the time being. If she denied his request, he'd follow Clarice Michelle's lead and attempt to subdue the poetic assassin. The redheaded mystery was playfully chaotic in the way she carried herself, confidently smiling as she walked over to grab herself a glass.
"I'm sure you'd love the opportunity to unwind and talk. What do you say?"
@supreme_sapien: noticed there was a spotlight that needed stealing.
@paragonxxx I'm alive. I was reading through posts as an audience member, but I felt compelled. oooooops. Guess it's time to cause a mess.
@catalina_liafador: hey girl <3
Valor City - The Seed of Doubt Flourishes
Once upon a time, she stood on the precipice of absolute power. She had a family, followers and fortune that blessed her with a flourishing life. Clarice Michelle Pierce was a multiverse anomaly with her own dimension to rule, but it wasn't meant to be. In fact, it wasn't the certainty she was so desperate to believe.
Instead, the universal gods removed the crown she wore atop her head and casted her away into a new universe. A universe that not only strained her power over reality, but her grip on it as well. In the year since her arrival, the exalted queen has experienced a different kind of torment. One that follows her every waking moment.
"There's a reason behind it all. Why, why, why, Y?" Exacerbated and alone, the prime goddess of Olympus cowered into the streets of what was formerly known as Grimm City. She was there when Ada Guillaume attacked. When Brian Newcastle managed to temporarily delay whatever scheme her order had orchestrated. Clarice Michelle Pierce could feel the primordial-like presence of someone or something else. The very being she believed she was meant to expel from the universe as penance for her acts against the fabric of reality.
At the time of her realization, Miss Pierce was taking a train to the Pair A'Normal's Pawn Shop. A magical epicenter in Grimm that hosted a plethora of mystical artifacts. Many of which she hoped could help replenish her abilities. Her trip, however, was cut short by the static energy that coursed through her veins. She felt drawn to the fight and teleported herself near the ruins of the Animus Corporation. It was there she witnessed the gory ramifications of Ada Guillaume's attack. Dead bodies painted the city like a declaration of independence from the world everyone's knew. And technically that was true...Grimm metamorphized Valor. What valor those heroes showed. United together against evil that had already decided when, how and why it'd win this make believe game of choice.
Dominus International - The Fruit of Her Labor
[Good Morning, Mr. Newcastle. Might I ask, what's caught your eye?] Initially, Chauncey was created as a virtual assistant for Valor City's Grid software. It helped citizens navigate the city, transfer funds, book appointments and flights alike. The program was meant to shift American commerce and allow easier accessibility to technology for lower income families, but those hopes were destroyed by Ada Guillaume and the Order. As of late, Chauncey was relegated to a chip inside the Newcastle legacy's head. His inherent multilingual mutant ability coupled with technopathy allowed him the the power to communicate with devices across the nation. Brian could realistically be anywhere so long as there was a device or app owned by the Animus Corporation conglomerate within the vicinity.
"She's alive. She's alive, because of me." Brian remembered saving Ada. He disavowed S.T.R.I.K.E.'s protocols and assisted in her disappearance. His actions weren't met with any sort of punishment. Much of the agents on that ship were either dead or loyalists to whatever cause the Order served. His change of behavior that evening was uncharacteristic, but it afforded Brian two opportunities. One was a renewed standing in his father's company. He imagined his act of sin trickled down into missing board members which in turn afforded him more shares to absorb and avoid the public ousting that nearly occurred the week of Ada's return. Secondly, it provided Brian with the chance to learn more about Guillaume and the syndicate she worked alongside of. It was during their brief moment together inside the S.T.R.I.K.E. vessel that Brian injected a Chauncey chip inside the deadly assassin.
"It's a long shot, Chauncey. It's been months and I haven't heard from her. She's either caught wind of the chip or just destroyed it. Either way, I need you to activate the damn thing. There's too much at stake." It would emit a single ping to assist Brian in locating Ada Guillaume. Not only that, the chip would have thirty seconds to absorb digital and audio information within a twenty foot radius.
[Activating now. Attempting to find location....] As a holographic yellow construct formed around Brian's face, the computer screens in his lab began to flicker. He was a curious case, Brian Newcastle. He wasn't certain this would work. His arrangements with her were....confusing to say the least. Whether or not his chip was respondent, the Newcastle legacy's screen would flash a multitude of news reports into his face. He would be reminded of the horrors he was ignoring for whatever heroic aspirations he had in mind this time around.
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