|
Post by Toriji on Aug 5, 2009 22:21:18 GMT -5
Toriji cracked his knuckles at the rush of energy. "That's my que. If anyone needs a fast way there, I can teleport you along with me." He figured Kagetsuki wouldn't need his help so he turned his head to the little boy with Zulon's mask. "It's gonna be rough from this point on." Despite the ominous energy coursing through the air, he smiled at meeting Kali again. It had been far too long since the last time.
|
|
|
Post by SuperDrops on Aug 17, 2009 10:34:07 GMT -5
Barely more than a purple streak high above the clouds a figure crossed the globe at a tremendous speed. He had been most distressed when the wave of psychically magnified anguish and torment had washed over him, filling his mind with unwanted imagery of disturbing events, some strange character taking innocent lives with a mere wave of his hand, even dispatching of powerful pursuers with similar ease. Clearly this man, or whatever was posing as one, was a psychopath of the highest order, not only killing as easily as he drew breath but also wanting to be seen. The purple line in the sky was unclear yet as to who else had received the forced images he made the last man sent, but he hoped for the worlds sake that it was not just him.
The man behind the purple line was none other than Excelsior, Superhero. When he had received the signal he had just prevented a dam breach in the American heartland and had been on his way home, happy about a job well done. Mentally he was already back in his swimming pool, when this pleasant image had been rudely destroyed. Now he was n his way it's source. Just as he was nearing it, gradually slowing down as to near the site cautiously, he got a "weird" feeling from just underneath, the unmistakable "smell" of magic being worked. He was just above a busy city, looking down on it from almost a satellites point of view. Somewhere down there someone worked powerful magic, and not only that, despite it's power it was not causing an ill reaction in his otherwise so magic susceptible body. He decided to investigate and descended.
~~~~~~~~~
When it was all over Excelsior felt sick to the stomach, not from the magic that had been used to twist people and structures, but by the sheer speed and ease this had been carried out. Within moments what had once been a busy metropolitan district, filled with lives full of promise, was nothing more than a mass grave, filled with corpses contorted and elongated into bizarre, unnatural shapes. And in the center of it all, the twisted tower, like a monument to is builders twisted desire of destruction. Excelsior roared and clenched his teeth, and as he charged the tower at full speed he bitterly thought that the offender had just made one tremendous error, by making sure Excelsior would not have to take care of any civilians in the area.
Despite his rage Excelsior checked himself as he closed in on the figure standing right beside the fountain of molten lava and resisted the urge to simply charge at him and knock him back into the very same. Not only did he doubt it would be that easy, but he also had to hold to his principle of giving everyone a chance to surrender peacefully. So instead of outright attacking the figure he landed next to, trying to assume a neutral pose but every fiber of his being tense enough to sing a tune, and he proclaimed "You have ten seconds to surrender yourself, this is your only warning, I will use lethal force if necessary!" his eyes showing the conviction to back up these words with his hands.
|
|
|
Post by Ninmast on Aug 17, 2009 10:52:08 GMT -5
The being on the rooftop was a beautiful creature, long, flowing, blonde locks, a billowing, cream-colored robe, perfect, flawless skin and angel-blue eyes. Why did it always seem the psychopaths got the best end of the gene pool? Something about less stressful lives because they didn't fret over things, some psychologist or another once said.
He turned and gave Excelsior a perfect smile, holding his hands wide as if inviting him for an embrace, long, piano-playing fingers delicately tipping them. "One Mississippi ... Two Mississippi ... Three Mississippi ..." He was counting off the ten seconds Excelsior had given him to surrender. After drawing it out but never overcounting a second, he finally reached the end.
"Ten Mississippi," he finished calmly, his voice smooth and enchanting by its nature alone. Everything about him breathed physical perfection. Such an allotment of genetic gifts could surely be no natural occurrence. Surely, if he was truly but a man, he was born from no normal mortal union. "I await you, mighty Excelsior," he answered now simply. "Show me your power. I have long regretted that I could not welcome you to our little corner of the multiverse sooner, but I am a very busy man, you understand."
|
|
|
Post by SuperDrops on Aug 17, 2009 12:34:10 GMT -5
"Somehow I expected you wouldn't take the chance to surrender..." Excelsior mumbled and shot forth like a bullet, producing a tremendous thunderclap as he accelerated to Mach 2 from stand, closing the distance between him and the offender in less than the blink of an eye. As soon as he sprung into action a smirk spread across his face, as his heart started pumping high-powered blood into his muscles and his glands began stuffing him chokeful of adrenalin.
The first attack he would use was an oldie but a goldie, the straight on charge right hook. He threw his fist back and took swing, aiming for the mans solarplexus to knock the wind out of him. This sort of head-on attack was arguably rather stupi, but it had a fifty-fifty percent chance of working, simply because many high-powered enemies expected him to just zip away and attack a flank at the last second. They didn't think he would be stupid enough to actually try it, which ultimately lead to success. Excelsior hoped this guy was as stupid as he was arrogant.
|
|
|
Post by Ninmast on Aug 17, 2009 12:46:52 GMT -5
Unfortunately, the golden figure was anything but stupid, nor, as it would turn out, was his claim in arrogance. With the grace of a dancer, he spun about to the side of the blow as it missed him entirely, reaching in and poking the superman's shoulder, under and to the side of the armpit. It was just a simple poke, so gentle, so seemingly benign, but it was a pressure point, and through the armor, he had reached out with a spike of energy to touch it. Immediately, Excelsior lost all sensation in it.
How could this figure, this beautiful man with his perfect smile, have been so agile, so precise, as to touch such an exact location at such speeds? Regardless, it would be several long moments before he regained the use of that limb. Meanwhile, the figure had stepped back again, hands folded in his sleeves before him.
"Ah, forgive me," he said as if the counter had been some sort of affront. "I forgot that I have you at a disadvantage. I know of you, but you cannot say the same in return." He brought one hand out from the sleeve and bowed generously at the waist. "My name is Kali. I am known as the Man-Demon. I am a Nephilim, the mortal son of an angelic being and a mortal woman. I am fortunate enough to consider the Morning Star as my parentage." He raised his head to smile at Excelsior once more. "It is a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance, mighty Excelsior."
|
|
|
Post by SuperDrops on Aug 17, 2009 13:49:43 GMT -5
Excelsior flexed his tingling fingers. Pressure Points... sometimes he wished the Asians never invented that nonsense. So this guy claimed he was the son of the Morning Star? Excelsior had dealt with his share of religious and fanatical nut-cases, and even a good amount of actual demons. While many had claimed to be direct sons of the Sulfur Slinger himself none had turned out to be the real deal. This man surely was just one of them.
"I think you need to get your facts straight, boy..." Excelsior said and got back into battle stance. For a second there he had let his guard down, this mans utter politeness and his overall pleasant appearance and behavior had a sort of soothing effect, Excelsior would have to be on guard not to get caught up in it. "... to be Kali you're missing some things, namely three extra-pairs of arms, a bronze skin-tone usually found with the inhabitants of India and a nice rack!"
And with these words he launched another attack. He made a three quarter circle around hi enemy, doubling his speed from the last attack, and aimed for his kidneys with a quick kick, holding his hands ready to deflect his should the man try to feel him up again. His aim now was more to simply get a hit in than to really place some damage on his opponent, he wanted to gauge the mans ecasive skills.
|
|
|
Post by Ninmast on Aug 17, 2009 15:07:23 GMT -5
Kali chuckled good-naturedly at the reference to the Hindu goddess of destruction as Excelsior launched himself in again. The sight that met the superhero's eyes, however, would be odd to say the least. It was like when one was drunk and things blurred and swayed, except it was only Kali that was doing so. In truth, he was making such quick steps that even to Excelsior's mighty eyes, his figure was blurring, then solidifying as he finished each seemingly casual step. So quick were the movements that his chuckle echoed, the Nephilim moving faster than the sound of his voice could keep up. In a short amount of time, it seemed like there were half a dozen blurred blonde men, all chuckling politely at the man's comparison.
But the kick passed through all of them as they faded. Kali had moved elsewhere entirely while they served as a diversion. He was about ten feet behind the Superman, his hands folded into his sleeves once more. In truth, he had sidestepped after stepping backwards like he had, and the man's momentum had carried him on past.
"You aren't the first to confuse the reference," Kali assured him politely, as if Excelsior wasn't trying to assault him at every opportunity and they were just having a casual conversation. "Though I was confused with her while actually traveling India once." He held his arms wide and did the same sort of start-stop motion with them, giving the illusion that he, indeed, had eight arms, and he turned his head to the side and smiled cutely out the side of his mouth. "I can understand their confusion, though. But really, no relation, that is just my name."
|
|
zandyne
Full Member
This is NOT Zetsu. DX
Posts: 1,037
|
Post by zandyne on Aug 18, 2009 4:57:23 GMT -5
Ivan continued his half-dazed trekking, having determined he'd cleared the area of the others, he'd dove into a shadow with aquatic sport efficiency. It was much easier to transition between the inverted world and the real one when Agari was the guiding anchor.
In the brief moments he was dragged and fished back up to the newly furnished chaos of Kali's design, Kali had already been engaged with Excelsior. Agari had watched the elaborate exchange, noting the difference in the emanating powers coursing in their opposing bodies. The magician wiped off the shadows unnecessarily as though they were sludge and glanced up to where the battle was taking place. He whistled low, as he matched up the visual of Kali to the blur of supreme arcane Agari had seen. He'd never have thought Kali would be so pretty for lack of a better word.
He shook his head from the surprise and to shake the awkward flutter in his chest as he breathed in more of the overwhelming scent of pure magic. Agari slithered to his side and he contemplated how he would scale the building. With a snap of his fingers along with an idea he travelled once more through the shadowy world of inverse and ended up on one of the undersides of the giant metal structures.
He immediately righted himself from the bottom of the metal and swung himself so that he could neatly perch close to the fighting just as the neat mirages of the man were forming. Ivan smirked to himself at the simple but nonetheless well-done trick.
"See I wasn't the only one who confused you dear Kali! It begs the silly question of which Kali came first." He swung his arms behind his head casually, the still held-onto shopping bag full of apples still in his company. However despite the action his damn heart was still beating madly at the prospect of the fight.
But instead of settling for that vague line of questioning he continued with another one, "So I take it a figure like you was just freakin' bored or the stupid end is coming or something?"
|
|
|
Post by Toriji on Aug 18, 2009 12:07:23 GMT -5
The girl didn't respond, so Toriji teleported onto the side of the building they were on as Ivan finished speaking. "Possibly both." Toriji came walking up the side of the building they were on, making sure Kali was in his line of sight. "Kali isn't like most demons or at least the ones you read about on this Earth."
|
|
|
Post by Ninmast on Aug 18, 2009 20:51:56 GMT -5
"Yes, both is a possibility," the Man-Demon agreed casually, "but not a likely one, and unfortunately, neither is it the correct one." Then he turned to face Toriji and smiled welcomingly, holding his arms wide as he strode toward the prince as if to embrace him. "Ah, if it isn't young Toriji! Welcome! I was hoping you would make it!" And indeed, he did embrace the bone demon, clapping him on the back. "Good to see you, my boy! Good to see you!" He stepped back as if to get a better look at him. "Ah, you're growing fine horns," he observed, despite Toriji being in a human form. "Your father would be proud."
He turned away to motion to the superman. "I don't think you've yet met Excelsior, have you? No? A fascinating man." He thumped his own chest to emphasize. "Anti-matter generator for a heart. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive." He threw his arms wide as he practically shouted out, his head facing the sky, "Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!" He quirked his head like a bird to gaze at Toriji sideways. "Sounding familiar yet?"
It might have been disturbing to the two present atop the tower that didn't know him just how much he knew about a man he, himself, had never met.
|
|
zandyne
Full Member
This is NOT Zetsu. DX
Posts: 1,037
|
Post by zandyne on Aug 18, 2009 20:59:29 GMT -5
"Sounds like a comic book hero, can't say I've met many or any of those up until now."
He looked over Kali again, still hesitant to believe him for much, "For a guy who just vaporized a bunch of humans and warped a city you don't seem like the kind to be much for gestures for familiarity," he shrugged in a grand motion, "But hey who am I to judge what powerful beings can or can't do?"
|
|
|
Post by Ninmast on Aug 18, 2009 21:06:14 GMT -5
"A very wise statement, young Ivan," Kali praised, "very wise, indeed. We are all people of many faces, are we not? It is ..." He had an air of choosing his next words carefully. "... mortal nature to wear the appropriate one at the appropriate time, or attempt to do so." He stepped closer to the boy and gestured with his hand, as if holding his words in its palm. "For example, would any of you been in such a hurry to come if my methods had been soft and sensible, instead of powerful and intruding?"
|
|
zandyne
Full Member
This is NOT Zetsu. DX
Posts: 1,037
|
Post by zandyne on Aug 18, 2009 21:24:51 GMT -5
He considered it carefully, and with the same delicate evaluation of the man demon approaching him. He laughed at trying to fathom other methods of intrigue, even he had to concede that Kali's method had been the most attractive one, he ended up leaning forward in a small bow and chuckling, "It's been fairly boring for several years of my life, so even a kid's alchemy would have gotten my attention, really. But I can see your point, I'll have to let you win on that one."
He gave the chaos a look around to distract himself from Kali's too ample visual aesthetics and scent of magic, "I gotta say that the city does look much funner this way."
|
|
|
Post by Kagetsuki on Aug 18, 2009 21:39:17 GMT -5
"Yes, 'funner' is one way of putting it," Kagetsuki's cold, sarcastic reply came seemingly out of nowhere, harsh and full of unmasked tension. She appeared to walk out of the air in the middle of the roof, turning to eye Ivan distastefully. "'More fun' is what I think you were going for, though."
The demon's jaw was tight, a visible sign she was still shaken from the newest mental transmission. Likely, she was internally screaming at herself to get it together, to do something, anything that would be appropriate in Kali's presence. Eventually this manifested in her turning stiffly towards the man-demon, executing an elaborate bow that he would recognize as an ancient and well-established Eimin show of respect. "...My Lord."
It was all she managed. She had no idea what else to say, really.
|
|
zandyne
Full Member
This is NOT Zetsu. DX
Posts: 1,037
|
Post by zandyne on Aug 18, 2009 21:42:34 GMT -5
"Oh good you made it to the party! That just leaves the kid and Zulon in the back right?" He mentally kicked himself for opening his mouth, but something besides the prospect of death was making his thought process jagged and erratic.
|
|