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“Mortality is everything these insects virtually driven by it. Religion would be nothing if not for the bond to the soul. Surgery just a attempt to stay alive or looking young. Even these wretches with elongated mortality are slaves. Slaves to the emotional anguish of lost, slave to the source of the gift. Humanity is a finite creature that can’t except it’s finite nature. Pitiful really but its acceptable as I am not them…As you two know we are Salem Luna Hexxona a legendary witch and or alchemist revived as three halves. However we are still limited to some of the laws of nature. We ourselves are not truly immortal yet. All we craved was to evolve beyond these parasitic forms of existence. We are closer, but as of yet still bound. I come to this school to learn that which we’ve yet to master. To fabricate souls and life to finally shatter the binds of mortality and immortality. Of us three I am the witch, and the alchemist, united we are a god….but we need to be more.”
And with that the youngest of the trinity looking no more then eighteen or so stepped from the limousine. Her hair a mix of blond and black to help meld better with the society around in her opinion. Her attire a alluring blue dress that fit nicely to her frame. If she had appeared in all black and with weapons she wouldn’t fit the student vibe she felt. So those were in the suitcase she dragged along. Not everything about her read natural and unalarming however. The homunculi alchemist had what appeared to be heterochromia one eye a natural blue, the other her natural eye color of red. An aesthetic choice by Hex but one she favored when disguising herself. Satisfied with her presence and eager to reap the benefits of her acceptance into the school Hexxona, one third of the Salem Luna Hexxona myth stepped into those most lavishly constructed doors. Breathing in the aether of a legacy of arcane investments and study.
(nothing major jus a lil intro >.> hoping Madison gets to live lol)
Salem, a location most popularly known for its trials on witches. A sacrifice of twenty for suposed crimes against humanity. Commited through the actions of witchcraft and satanic worship. Born unexpectedly in those times a girl was named after the tragedies that would pass. She embraced what was preordained to happen. When it did transpire though it forged her mindset on the human race. Truely giving birth to the normal girl forged into a monster. Hexonna most commonly shortend to Hex, is a name that has become synonymous to alchemy spells and imminant death. A name known for relentless attacks and business profiteering. Society expects a medical heightening advance in the econemy, friends and enemies predict a comming assault on humanity. Roxom a name known for tactical prowless and violent combative tactics. Few times do they lose and never is the fight left without drops of blood from all sides. The clan with this name is reknown for brutal methods and seeing things fall. Compiled together gives the name of a teenager perceived as the tactician for the daughter of Death. The baby of slaughter, a young woman who quests for a world burning in ruin.
So as the enemy goes into a supercharged highly dangerous state of course her mind has plotted sevral plans of ruin. As the attacks played out of course she had other outcomes. Her mind picked up the word textbook from someones mind. And it was true, Salem worked in layers of complexity complex steps formulated instinctively. The young witch tried her best not to laugh at the statment made. She planed for him to put his team in danger, a biproduct being devastation to the islands. It was fine if it was by 'his hands' either way the team was on recieving end of a critical blow yet again. Using a lesson from Syapt the mighty champion set out to turn the island inside out by method of a black hole. Salem's wish to bring about the godly being having carried through. Earth fractured and exploded pulled away from location, buildings demolished into large pieces of granite and steel. Lights fluttered and burst, things erupted in firey flowers from the force. An entire island being ripped apart from the gravity well. All the while the being of energy planned to piggyback Salem's teleportation. One thought and the course was replotted. Changing location to bringabout another outcome that had come to the deviants mind.
Tokyo Japan, in a district mall large and populated in the thousands by people of mixed nationality. Shops of all kinds cluttering the area and an influx of victems. Of course this rose a puzzeling thought, Salem could teleport here, meaning it was rigged for alchemic work. Logic would deduct that the best strategy for Peter was to keep the fight here, in a potential alchemy mine field with thousands of potential victems. It had to remain in here though, otherwise the body count could be in the millions. Using telepathy and telkenesis the mall was shut down completely. Alchemy turning doors into infraglium, natural electricity powering Tokyo helping make them indistructible. On the outside of the now boxed in building one could also see intricate designs. Antigraviton mines. Peter tried to escape he would be incompassed in an explosion designed to erase him from existance. A complex weave was also made into the fabric of the citizens, one attempt to take them out of here and they would explode like a bomb. Try and escape die, try and get others out they die. "Just as I am locked in with you my friend your locked here with me. Clever isn't it? The spider has caught its prey but who here is the spider."
Around the building filled with panicing people were obviously many signs. Some of which were mental amplifiers allowing Salem to be able to easily target anyone in the building. At this point Peter wasn't seeing with mortal eyes. He saw energy signatures something the witch exploited. Vectors disipated, so she could easily and seamlessly fluctuate her composition with others. What this did was look like she was jumping around, edging on Peter to attack. These people were others though, meaning attempts to kill her would kill somebody else. This was all apart of her plan as well a trap that could possibly even be worse then the original on the island.
"Some say we only use ten percent of our minds, though thats been proven untrue. Though to say we use it all is also false. You probably see it even now, the brainwaves show a constant change. Never fully used and never at a shocking low quantity. This would suggest we use it all but we don't use it fully. What this implies, seeing as you likely didn't catch that is this. Most of us use all of our brain during the day, but at no one time do we use it all. Now here comes the fun part, I'll keep it simple for you love." She was goading him, as he couldn't leave this place she was now pressing buttons. Making him go from one place to the next and almost certainly placing lives at risk.
"Mutants all have a piece of DNA letting them do something special. However what if these pieces were just a chemical composition allowing full access to a piece of mind. Just look how the poweres co exist with the person. You don't find a lawyer with animal instincts and claws. It's not the idiot with a psychic mind. Your exgirlfriend is a vibrant person, shes not the goth with rainbow powers. We coexist seamingly with them, implying that its not simply forced upon us. So if one could understand how the mind works, how abilities work. Then what might a person then be able to obtain?" Her games stopped. Suddenly everyone showed a mental spike, and had a energy reading much like Salem's. This made it hard to tell which was Salem and which was human. All happening in a mass of people, another mental push and they were aggresive.
Hoards of people yelled about how "the champions were a dead era." That "they encouraged the evil of the world." How "Overkill's apsense was going to be there death." Everybody desperate to try and kill the enrgy being, each having tk backing their blows and other powers. Imbued to them in a variety of ways. Salem she was just getting started with her games, with her Peter and her minions now all contained here untill one was standing over the other.
@Over_kill: So thats how you want to end up
Following the witch can lead to containment,
with all locked out and many locked in how many will die in payment,
the spider pushes a angry god making him impatient,
but how many will die from the resentment,
now comes the inspirational moment,
when doing whats right could equal resentment,
for this is more then punishment,
beyond generating layers of torment,
its the game of a psychotic tyrent.
Keep in mind antimater+mater=nothingness, its a box keeping this contained thats the one thing ment to be constant in the staging >;)
Lol awesome post by the way. Now hurry up ^__^ my post was also some build up to the next one im excited
Umbra, Drac sorry you were so busy we couldn't finish are fight, KD sorry I never got to reply to ya ^_^ was fun though
My last post, trying to make Overkill a bomb so he explodes sooner killing you all >:D <.< and by default me as well as im also a COP lol nice posts by the way
As predicted thhe explosion was absorbed from her fist a dangerous blow to the planet avoided. The explosion made from the various shrapnel and debree was also consumed by the mighty titan of power. The energy attack made at her landed but fell short revealing one of the changes after the KOV. Upon battling Lord Johnathan and Daywing as she chased after the conversion of various souls into power. While the alchemic circle fell somewhat short of taking the lives of every living being in London it had atleast managed to absorb some of the souls. The result of being made into a philosepher stone granting a powerful healing factor. Which to the twisted mind of Salem was briliantly entertaining.
The powerful kick colided with Peter's skull with frightening force the blow sending the man into the pavement leaving a webb of cracks all around the surface. Rising to his feet and trying to think Overkill fell victem to the solar beamed attack sent the titans way. An overabundance of energy sure to have been absorbed from the onslought from below. It likely sounded like a terrible idea, to give the energy converter more energy. That was her plan never the less however. Make the man a bomb of petrifying energy, and let him go off on the island like a firghtening explosion. Quite likely to eradicate the island and every soul there, that was the demonic womans plan. The downfall of Champions, brought on by one of the Champions own . It would be a beautiful outcome.
A telepathic mind reading the change in position, Salem turned in effort to meet her prey face to face. Speed and grace dodged the effort to take her arm away. This move however was not capable of dodging the next blow, the large blackend blade wedging into her chest, ribs cracking from the force, blade just short of wounding the spine. Some clever words escaping the lips of the mighty hero. "Well thats not very noble and heroic now is it." Hex laughing at the attack on some level, how she had driven a man of heroic nature to vioent murderous methods. A glow was slightly coming off the weapon a powerful explosion likely soon to follow. Very clever and ruthless she had to commend the unnatural attack being made against her. This was also a dangerous thing to do however, as it left the alchemist with a bomb near by.
Both hands clasped down to grip the blade in her gut, instantly she aimed to turn it into simple energy. Blade gone in place just energy soon to erupt, the alchemy branching out to his armor as his armored hands gripped the blade. All chest armor as well as the blade converted into a blazing aura of plasma. While at the same time Salem tapped her armor with the vectors, repairing damage so her infraglium was perfectly fine. Her body kniting back together before the bang. The energy within exploding in a brief sea of plasma, a car near by was practically liquified. A testament to just how potent the explosion was that tried to further amplify the energy bound inside the mighty mortal. Now it was her turn, to continue placing effort in transforming Overkill in a oversized bomb. Four vectors would come down as well as both palms, their goal a dangerous dangerous game.
Two vectors went to smack against Peter's head, slaming down on both temples and ears. Further boosted with telkenetic energy to deal greater damage. Both adding up for about a forty ton blow aimed for Peters brain. What this really was designed for however was to transmute ear and temple, turning the flesh and bone into an atomic matter. Making flesh into a bomb. The other two vectors sought to colide with similar force into the elbow joints of the Champion. Trying to transmute elbow joints into the same nuclear force, to explode horrificly, just to be absorbed. The attack concluded with both palms going for the chest trying to transmute ones heart. Five powerful blows sent the heroes way. Of course a dodge, would turn air into such an explosion. Either way Hex was confidant she would do major amount of pain as well as turn peter into a fusion reactor.
Both strong telepaths Hex could pick up on some traces of the words spoken to Peter's mind. They were preparing to destroy the island "to all T.I members bail out fast or get left behind. We've done our part this islands dead" the message sent to all of Tenebra. And with that as her attacks came to a close Salem smiled at Peter, aiming one more move. Her vectors following the attack would all reach to stab into his head. To impale his brain with fierce bloody force, and at this time of attempting to kill him would be a surge of electrical energy all around her. At that moment the young Boom Boom who if memmory served correct had also fought her mother at one time came into the fray. An asortment of rocketlaunchers being fired, Salem smiled waiting till they were almost making impact. Then she crushed them, the explosives errupting in blossoms of fire. Fire and concussive force to be absorbed by her infraglium armor and the natural abbilities of Overkill. Giving Peter more charge before he made the move. Then her electrons would alchemically be sped up teleporting her away. And hopefully the monumental surge of electricity would help push Peter to erupt early. Salem's final move being an attempt at making Peter the most powerful erruption of a explosive in history.
The attack began as quick brutal and aggressive as ever, Hex would never pull a punch. Every card she would play, ment to be the winning hand. The killing blow. With a faint almost animalistic and far from pleasing growl she could just barely here her name be muttered. A lovely thing to her ears, it was good earth's 'mightiest mortal' met earth's predicted destroyer. Atleast Salem saw herself as this, and she would pursue the title untill the world caved in beneath her. They had fought, Peter knew the real her. How every murderous move was not just for show but designed to kill. How her attacks were innerwoven in a ballad of lethal acts. And beneath her masked armored helm, one could be sure she had a devilish smile at the conflict to come.
Most of her primary vector attacks missed, repelled by a change in gravitation. Through Syapt she knew this, ploting for such an outcome however had faild to reach her cerebrum at the initial phase of the attack. This concluded in both her fists being caught in his much larger hands. It was time to compensate, rework things. The armor would disipate, this allowed the small milisecond of antimater bassed explosion to go off. Energy anti energy crossed paths leaving a trail of left over energy from the blast. As soon as the blast yielded her armor came back. Flesh beneath nitting back together. Had this been the previous Hex that might have killed her. Which was part of the reason why she executed the strategy this way. The antimater explosion was not as effective against Peter because of Salem's attacks on the others. Why she wasn't ash upon the ground was sure to come off as mysterious. As the heat, kinetic energy and all else absorbed into body of one and armor of the other it became Overkill's time to respond. It wasn't forgetfulness, just the error of targeting all when perhaps the wiser action was to target one.
He gloated, ego raising, promoting superiority. Or perhaps it was just Overkill's attempts to raise his own moral. He let go of her right hand, rather ignorant in her eyes. Fighting an alchemist thhe last thing one would want to do, was give her back the use of her hands. She desided to aim for super charge, to amp his energy to dangerous levels. Levels that would likely kill, most if not all of the near by champions. Telkenesis pressed runes into her right gauntlet. Transmutating it into a fullscale atomic bomb, her wrist of course snapping downwards to block the left handed jab. Fist absorbed the abundance of nuclear energy and the gauntlet fell away. Her bone snapped, only to piece itself together soon after. Earth shaking strength balanced out by the healing of a pilosepher stone. Supperior strength would propel her skyward as well as backwards if he had kept focus. He still held her left fist, she wasn't to go verry far.
Again warping the laws of physics to his will gravity pulled things towards her. Well played, but providing a alchemest, with a further reach then just hands, with more outlets of exploitation. Each piece of wood contains roughly four to six percent of hydrogen. Thus the alchemist used vectors and alchemy to tap them turning them into hydrogen bombs. Glass was then used to form rather nitrus oxide, which would as such amplify the combustion of the explosive force. Granite was then pulled together, to create more surface area upon impact. The outcome being a greater influx of kinetic energy and shock rebounding off her armor. This massive quanity of energy would of course be absorbed by her armor and his natural absorbtion. The overwhelming increase of energy was not to end here however.
Peter's next action was to relinquish her fist to extend his hand clearly an outburst of energy. At this point likely a wise call considering how much energy had been generated. Salem would not allow this to happen however, the energy landed with her chest. The thick odor of burning flesh was clear even as it began to knit back to natural form. At the same time the blow landed her legs came up aiming to plant both feat into his forhead. Both feet aimed to match the energy he released, and fire them into his skull. Continuing to try and generate massive energy build up. Soon as she took flight and the alteration of gravity was relinquished telekenisis pulled her downwards. Her palm striking the ground, in miliseconds making a carving beneath her palm and beneath where Peter stood.
The damage hurt, wounds would settle soon enough though so she didn't worry to much about it. "You mean you were serious about how great you think you are?" As the sarcasm dripped from her lips alchemy took place, though the island was lifted there was still quantities of magma residing in the ground. Not as much as they were nolonger touching earths crust but it was there. Salem traced it and relocated a quarter of the burning magma, bringing it to the emblem below Overkill. It would shoot into the skies with mountain reducing force, the heat amplified into solar levels. A beam of the sun litteraly trying to connect with Overkill. And as expected just like all the other energy it would be taken in, bringing the Champion to frightening levels of energy.
The island had become a ghost town becoming battered and fractured by various conflicts all around. The world had split in some places, storms in others. Towering structures fell like dominoes in the wake of some of the attacks that were being made. But none of that mattered to the teen alchemist, none of the ongoing conflict effected her. She had tooken out the fallen angel now it was time for more. Her hands were like instruments of a god, with a istute mind like hers and power of a philosepher stone in her veins there was little the pink haired alchemist couldn't do. And more importantly she knew Overkill he held no surprise to her when he apeared like a legend of old to save the day.
The relationship between Overkill and whoever else Hex didn't know but she did know all about him. His alligance with Syapt had given her the knowledge on infraglium. It helped her shape the assassin Razor into a flawless killer. The means of his energy learned from Syapt helped Hex learn how to make a frightening weapon of tomorow. She knew of his energy, and armor with a scientific mind bent on forever changing the world. Meanwhile she knew of his skills and abilities first and second hand. Syapt was there to test a slightly more recent version of Peter. Though he had been gone a long time that also would suggest that he was not able to become anything new sense then. And she had learned of his no restraint fighting style throuth the King of The Vine His lecture was but a symbol of a promising attack to use against them all. For here was also Edward the pinacle of speed of body and mind. As well as Crimson Eagle, a man who was sublty unraveling from a manipulative game that had been played.
Salems hand grazes the concrete roof of the building she'd been on, they ignored her something she would make them regret. First her hands manipulated the world to her favor casting armor around her skin in a intricate weave of technology. It was made of the very same metal the titan wore, and as such it was sapping away the light and energy absorbing it and contorting it into a powersource of the armor to amp her durability and strength. Esentially making powr armor to aid the scheming psychopath, This would serve as her deffense from what she was about to do. Vectors slaming into the ground propelled her forward. Her land lit up with crimson lightning as she sparked the air, transfering it into what was needed to generate a massive boost in speed. This sent her rocketing towards the power house, she aimed a telkenetic, graviton amplified dimond shattering blow at Overkill. She aimed two fists at his skull while the four vectors nearly invisible with all the light making that even harder to pinpoint. The blows were not the crucial attack however, the alchemic reaction was.
The grandaughter of death sought to drop from above and make her attack all that was needed was a single strike. The six just augmented chances in her favor. If she landed the move which was highly likely there would be a radial effect much like buck shot of a shotgun. The energy in the air was to be turned into antimater. Antiair, antigravitons and antilight basically, these negative components would react violently with everything below her. It would turn the beams of light into a devastating explosion ment to kill them all except her. A violent reaction of science and energy almost sure to level the city block atleast. Alchemy was a volatile thing especially in the hands of a woman like Salem Hex.
Upon her landing in the crater sure to be the battle zone in some way shhe then would strike the earth. Another area effect aimed to sprout thousands of c4 laced spikes from the ground. Hope being to impale her prey and then the explosion would detonate. She was just a demon spawn against a titan of power, a man with telkenesis on parr with hers and super speed, and a man who had always proven resourcful. However the attack would hopefully speak to the darker side of CPG telling her these heroes didn't deserve her, hopefully making an allie out of the woman. Either way Hex had a aura of confidence about her having allready ploted steps to erect bariers for in the coming storm from anyone not dead.
An Angels Fell
Having made herself into a philopheser stone allowed her to almost instaneoulsy recover. And the fallen angels shock was all the time it took for her to lash out fast and hard. Messing with ones mind was no surprising thing and yet it was so captivatingly easy. Her words were like heavy chains being bound to the one winged warrior weighting him down more and more. He showed no sign of letting her have a verbal victory but the effects still showed with crystal prominense. Her mind failed to spear through but it triggered a rushed action.
Two attacks came at her, but they were halted by the vectors. Luminous light bursting harmlessly against unseen limbs. They singed some of her dress but that was about all thanks to the four snake like arms of her species. They blocked two attacks, but two other vectors were left free to swing. Strong handed blows finding way to elbow and knee sure to weaken dexterity in the fight to come. Her eyes would of steared her away, but the alchemists mind knew where the real prey was and so her blades still found a home. An arm dropped to the floor a crimson stream painting the ice. Taken back by this allowed the opposition to avoid a fatal strike to the heart if but only barely. Removing her blades led to an inebitable fall into the icey waters, battered defeated and likely to die. And the young witch showed almost no signs of seaming to care. Instead she set her sights on the next target, making a run along roof tops for Blair. Aiming to join the group that would guide the light bringer to glory or damnation.
Reaching out with her thoughts Hex did her best to make an impression on the light bringer. "Look how far they've stumbled following your sacrifice. Only good it did was make you more, Champions are like Ceazer entering the Arena. Sure it commands pressence but thats all. Your the star don't let these falling heroes hold you back."
Flames impacted along the shields of air as she expected them to. It didn't score a hit per say on the young magician she'd done battle with but it had pushed him back and made some room for her next assault. The young demon proved impressive snatching a car to use it as a shield. Quite clever for what she percieved to be a raging teenager. Telekenisis and acrobatics allowed Michael to escape some of the vehicles before he began to chant a spell. And the earth began to shake and part. A clever motion but not one that would throw her off her feat. The last time her and Michael dueled was partially for her to aquire all the elemental powers. She had earth for ages, how does one knock a mover of earth of their feet just by using the earth? The answer was they really don't, it was a crafty move just not a grand one against her.
Kid Devil charged in lightning struck the demon but not enough to truely deal much damage. The hell fire she uses sometimes to make metal is used against her shielding much of the damage she sent his way from the front. One car managed to strike the teen before he grabbed it to use as a shield. Which allowed him to push through and make his attack. The car charged with a psychic based flame and sent her way. The voltswagon itself was nothing to her easily tossed aside before it could strike a blow. It barreled through a school crushing one of the onlookers. Just another easily scored kill, the facts of war was that rarely were things smooth and harmless as comics and movies projected. Those who didn't run from the scene were in danger, as proven by the now road kill like student. Psi fire however from the attack did latch on to her body. And for a moment her every thought was of pain, something which could prove lethal.
Alezra doesn't burn and so her mind fealt a unfamiliar burning sensation which was soon shruged off. More effective though was the actual psychic back lash of the attack which triggered painful memories. Like how Kain had gone psychotic forcing her to fight her own brother more or less. Or how her daughter to save Azra's life was slain in the war with Dathron which later made Serenity pyschotic. Or better yet the dispair fealt when Kaligar died, the result of course was that pain turned to hate, which turned to rage. Her mind spliting elements into fierce blood thirsty attacks. The first being at the one who used psychic flames on her.
Azrael reached for the blood coursing in the demons veins, and tried to take hold of it all. She tried to grasp that blood and rip it clean from the demons body. Tried to do it in such a way that his bones would twist and break in painful anguish. And then the cracks in the earth would widen in effort to swallow the Kid. Drop him into the earth and close, burry the hero in the ground with a closing force enough to crush steel. Azra sought to make the other demon a bloodless crushed mess beneath a dying city.
As for her rivalry she was much more cold and cruel grabing every piece of automation and steel and twisting it up. Contorting it into thousands of spear like projectiles to come at him from every side. Charging them up with fire and air pressure so upon impact with flesh or barier they would explode. A blinding flash of fire blades and concusive force sent the magicians way. At which time she teleported in hoping to get behind a blinded Umbra. Her chainswords roaring to live and hoping to run through both lungs.