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| Jack Skellington Posts: 229/243 |
There was an excited gleam in Jack's eye as he carefully held the bead between his fingers.
Jack: "Call Bead, eh? I likes it. Thanks. Now, ta-ta!" He was a complete shadow when Grey was spinning away, and was gone a moment later. In the midst of all the teleporting, four clouds of smoke similar to Jack's shot out of the air and formed a ring around his previous position, promptly followed by a smaller puff that floated above the ground. A quick, irritating chatter followed the last apparition. "...and he real ugly and mean, he hadta be Jack, I know he's right there - " The black fog cleared from the court, revealing that these four figures and Atrats were the only beings present. Seeing this, the four looked about and glanced at each other in silent communication. They were all clothed in black robes that seemed to somehow stretch their height to unreal proportions, and at their feet, their robes created an endless flow of noxious gas, which stretched into tentacle-like forms that waved about idly. Most notable of all, the four each wielded a wispy scythe that exceeded their tall statures. The group of reapers turned their hoods toward Atrats, who made a feeble squeak of fear. Atrats: "Uhhhhhh... y'know, he was here jus' a secun ago, fightin' this nasty psychic kid. Wow, he musta left reeaaal fast. He'll probably be back!!!" Three of the reapers faded away in clouds of smoke, the fourth delaying a little longer to shake its head disapprovingly at Atrats. He'd be punished for further lies. Now left alone, Atrats grumbled angrily to himself, and then flew out of the arena. So, Jackface would be staying with the steenkening living, and he couldn't change it. With his first mature thought he ever devised, he supposed that he should just accept it and apologize. "...Nah." --- OOC: Pleasure battling with you, Grey. I loved your mind trick near the beginning of the match >=D |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 1211/2046 |
The block of ice exploded outward violently, with shards of ice swirling to and fro about the destroyed arena. The black smoke meshed with frosty dust as Grey appeared, unharmed by his own freezing power, walking towards Jack with a small package in his hands. The sack of marbles?
The explosive kind, one could only wonder... One of Grey's favorite weapons, the dynamite marbles struck fear into the hearts of all who saw them drawn out of Grey's vest. A clattering of glass and plastic on the ground and a violent explosion would be all that his foes saw and heard before the blackness took them for one final masquerade. He advanced on Jack's rapidly fading form, drawing from the pouch a single small, round orb. Grey: "Not my style, Jack... If you're going where I think you're going, I'll wish you luck instead. Take this. If you do, it'll be much more likely that we meet again." It wasn't a normal marble, to be sure. Instead, it seemed to be a small, completely clear glass ball with a small "G" engraved on it in dark green, the same color as Grey's vest and psychic aura. A tendril of black smoke enclosed itself around Grey's hand, which glowed green for a second and dispelled the dark forces around it. Grey pressed the orb into Jack's rapidly fading hand, and nodded. "It's a Call Bead. Throw it on the ground whenever you need me to fight alongside you. You'll know when the time is right. Trust me, and good luck." He stepped away from Jack, and the green glow surrounded him as he spun rapidly around in a circle, and promptly teleported away. |
| Jack Skellington Posts: 227/243 |
Atrats, petrified in Grey's freezing grip, stared with what could have been indifference at his captor. His thoughts were not blocked with his mobility.
Atrats: "Why you focusing on me? I'm irrelevant. Jack wants to stab you." Jack had brushed the last clinging bits of frozen tar from his skin, and reluctantly approached the ice block. This was a rather bizarre situation, one that greatly vexed him for some reason. But, most things did anyway. "What you doing? You gonna finish him now, Jackins? Jackins peered silently into the fogged ice, hardly considering his options. Jack: "No, I'm not. Not while he's like this. ...You know, you say you're here to help me, Atrats, but it's obvious that you only mind yourself. I'm not sure what you see in me that's worth exploiting, but I've had enough of it." Jack pressed his pale hand against the glacial wall. Deep inside it, Atrats would have been quaking furiously if he were capable. "Jack, you braindeaded ghoulie, you must still have worms in your skull. Exploiting you? I do no such thing. You need me!" "You helped me once down there. But I can't go back to the Netherworld, and you know that. Sure, I could last for a while, but I would be caught by the Council in the end. You'll have to put your prejudice aside, because I can only stick with the living for now. Besides... I suppose they're not all that bad. This Grey, for instance. He always sees right. He's an excellent leader... quite fit to be boss of the arenas. I could play under his rule. ...Hmph, I wish some others were as just as him." "Grrgh... you're softening, Jack. That can't do! The rest won't like you, they'll try to exorcise you at sight!" "Damn you, Atrats, get lost. Grey and I would like to finish our spar. And I would be contented if I never saw your repulsive figure again." "Huh! Gads! Gasp and sob! Oh, the damned, damning me? There'll be no finishy this time, Jack. Know why? Know why? ...I'm tellin'." Some smoke clouded Atrats' space in the ice, and he was gone when it dissipated. Jack stepped back and looked frantically about the court, knowing he was looking in vain if Atrats was headed where he thought. "Oh Coun - cil ... ! I think I found your rogue... Cummaget'um!" Jack stepped quickly across the court, scanning all around. The match would have to be cut short. "Grey, if you can hear me... I gotta run. Sorry about the messy floor, I know you like a pristine complex. Maybe we could have a rematch sometime, sans interference?" Black smoke sprouted from the ground and wrapped around Jack like grasping tentacles. "Hey, thanks for being one of few with good judgment. Someone else might have been goaded by Atrats - know I was. Hell, I AM going soft." Nearly his whole body was painted black by the smoke. "Pfft, if you want to get one last shot at me, now's your chance. I'd take it." |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 1198/2046 |
Grey saw the knife and scoffed as it sparked against his yo-yo's string...
Grey: "An adaptation of the Fuchoin String Style... Not gonna--huh?" He noticed Jack's aging body, a result of the decaying goo, and flinched as he head the ghostly voice pass by his ears. Not the best time to be hearing voices. He closed his eyes and turned on his second sight, only to see Atrats, the little bugger, floating around Jack's head and spraying him with the decaying goo. 'I thought...' "I thought I said..." He scowled angrily, that same green glow surrounding him again, this time even more intense. Fueled by rage, a less pure kind of focus, it was unrefined and nigh-uncontrolled. This damn demon was really screwing around with the two battlers. There was a quick flash, and Grey appeared next to Jack, Atrats' spectral form enclosed in his fist. His glare was akin to that of a man scorned, his pride hurt and his eyes full of fury. Grey squeezed the aging goo that poured out onto his fist, but its touch had no effect on him at all. The power of the imagination is, after all, timeless. "....To stop ruining my floor..." A cold wind swirled around Grey's body, and the black goo began to get cooler and cooler, eventually freezing into a hard shell around his hand. "...And to stop messing with Jack! PK Freeze Omega!!!" The simple, cold wind quickly turned into a raging manifestation of psychic cold with Grey's echoing cry, a maelstrom that flowed around Grey's body, freezing him, with the gooey Atrats in his psionic grip, inside of a massive, solid block of pure frost. The goo that surrounded Jack quickly froze and cracked, breaking off of him and stopping up at the source. Indeed, Grey looked almost statuesque inside of the icy block, Atrats clutched in his hand for only Jack and him to see. At the urging of the use of fire, Grey instead used ice to turn Atrats' power against him. The question is, of course, one of whether or not his logic, and indeed what seems like his sacrifice, worked. |
| Jack Skellington Posts: 225/243 |
"You're getting ti - urd..."
Jack made a backward leap to escape Grey's initial swipe, but stumbled when he landed. Something had been bugging him for the past few minutes, and he was sure he had just heard it, even if Grey showed no signs of acknowledgement. "Gyeh hee hee hee hee hee!" Ignoring the voice until it was the proper time to confront it, Jack nimbly hopped over the yo-yo, and before reaching land he had sliced the air beneath him with his knife in an attempt to sever the connecting string. He was going to follow this with a mad combo pointed at Grey, but he slipped on some strange black goo when he touched the floor and fell forcefully to the ground. He wasn't kept wondering about what had happened for very long. When he lifted his slime-covered hands, he noted that the skin had been shrunk down to the thin bone. They could have easily belonged to someone over one hundred years old. But the tar substance evaporated quickly, and his hands returned to their full, sleek shape momentarily. He knew the effect of pure decay when he saw it. Jack: "Atrats. What are doing?" The puddle he lay in, which was eating his beautiful coat to shreds, pulled itself into the disgustingly lumpy shape of a death sprite. Atrats: "Oh, you do reckanize me! I t'ought I wasn't making myself clear enough before. . ." Jack: "I know what you're up to, you hateful little wretch. I learned when I was placed in Grey's mind - you set me up for this." Atrats blinked silently, and suppressed a snicker. Atrats: "Maybe I did play the Jack card in my game, but it was only out of considie-ration for yoouuu. Hey, if you were a card, wouldjah be a heart or a spade? A little hearty Jack? Tee hyeh - " Jack made to reach at Atrats with a strangling grip, but the sprite smartened up and got to the point. "You're very determined, Jacky, and you have to be senselessly beaten to bloody bits before you finally realize that... you don't belong with the LIVING!!!" At this harsh note, Atrats violently exploded and showered Jack with more of the aging goo. Yet when he wiped it out of his eyes, Jack saw that little or no time had passed in the court at all - Grey had yet to react from Jack's evasion. Minding his wounds, Jack staggered up and prepared for the next attack, not displeased that he couldn't seem to get his own strike in. As soon as Jack was up, a haunting voice passed by the ears of Grey, only audible to he. "You were right with the fire attack... just make it hit!" |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 1176/2046 |
Grey: "Nope, not my style... Not yet."
The dark aura faded as quickly as it had surged, and Grey shook his head. He twirled his bat, thinking all along of his Struggle battles with his friends back home. PVC piping, duct tape, and industrial foam didn't hurt that much, but it made you a hell of a fighter with a blunt object. Grey made for another dash attack at Jack, his former green aura beginning to flicker around his heels again as he swiped forward with his bat gripped tightly in his right hand... And as the followthrough finished, did a full-body twirl and lashed out with his yo-yo in his left, spinning in a sleeper that was sure to be a knockout! |
| Jack Skellington Posts: 219/243 |
OOC: Sorry, had internet problems.
--- Jack: "Interesting..." Grey's yield to darkness drew an excited gaze from Jack. As he saw it, darkness was the only worthy power; unlike the others, only the strongest of will could wield it, and most were easily corrupted by it. Fewer still could actually look cool with dark powers - people always had this habit of become beings of ultimate darkness, arrogant jerks who would call everyone fools and were horrendously overconfident in their own abilities. That stereotyped evil villain always made Jack want to puke. He would continue the fight for as long as he could, but if Grey gave darkness a bad name, he would certainly be schooled as painfully as possible. Jack had to respond quickly to Grey's attack by parrying with his dagger - a weapon that was never well suited for the purpose with its small size. The crooked blade was knocked away and it tumbled lightly across the court. Jack automatically withdrew his hand, which had taken most of the blow. Muttering sourly, Jack sought to draw his knife back with a wave, but finding his power disrupted for the moment he was forced to run after it. As Jack recovered his weapon, he thought he heard a raspy kind of ethereal laughter coming from the inside of his head, but the haunting noise was only followed by silence, and Jack focused on Grey again. Jack: "Didn't know you had it in you, Grey. The will, that is, or perhaps lack thereof. We all have a capacity for darkness, of course, but choosing to use it now... ...I do want to see how it suits you." Jack's fingers gripped the hilt of his knife readily as he waited in a wounded yet resilient stance. Not enough time for an attack now... |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 1127/2046 |
Grey's body was blasted in its prone position, burnt clothes and skin blackened by the dust and soot that had erupted from the explosive shots.
He gets up slowly, in a way that suggests that he is no threat to Jack. He's trying as hard as he can not to set off Jack's hair-trigger. Grey: "It's odd, really..." He shook himself off, and backed up a few steps from Jack. There was a glimmer of light in his fist, and the baseball bat appeared once again, clenched tightly in his hand. He had yet, however, to open his eyes from the shut-tight position they were in since hitting the ground. Upon doing so, one would notice that instead of the green glow that they had gained when he focused his psychic abilities, they were glowing a dark, purplish black color. A very familiar color, in fact. It spoke to any optical observer's mind. The power of darkness, the Void, chaos, and destruction. It blinked and flickered for a few seconds, before going out. He shook his head. No... Not him, Jack can't influence that side of him. Why was he accepting it so readily? It was bad. It would take that man, it had taken Kalar because of Grey's own foolish choices... And it'd take him, if he wasn't careful. Dance with the darkness. Take only its milk. Never its cow... "...I never would have thought that revitalized me, but it seems the power of darkness IS capable of existing within us all." That monologue aside, Grey raised his bat to its original guard stance, wavering in place. He had concentrated hard enough on the darkness, and it had won, only to give him a bigger victory. Could this be the start, he thought, of something new? Eitehr way, he really felt like whacking Jack. He made a bum-rush attack at Jack, swinging his bat towards Jack's weaping, going for a quick spar. He wasn't expecting Jack to even break a sweat at this, but it was time for some fun, now that they had tested each other out... |
| Jack Skellington Posts: 215/243 |
OOC: Ah, that's alright, life'll do that.
--- Jack churned out a few more shots at Grey before realizing that he was down. Seeing this, he hastily stopped the attack and drew himself to height. Could this be it? Hesitantly at first, Jack made a stumbling approach his fallen opponent, and not without a ready dagger. Although Grey might have really been out, Jack could just as easily expect a trick of some sort, if he had learned anything from Grey's cunning style of play. Gah, Jack hated being in defensive situations like this, especially when he was the apparent winner. He stopped a few feet from Grey, and surveyed him quietly. Jack: "Ready to call it quits?" |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 1109/2046 |
OOC: I'm really sorry Jack, I had meant to post, but life got in the way. I wanted this battle really badly, too... Let's finish it.
Grey was overcome by the tiny shadow-blasts, each one stinging like a paintball of black colliding with his frail human skin. His concentration steeled, he knew that the battle would be nowhere near his if he were to falter now. His clasped hands began to glow, but the glow faded as a particularly hard shot hit him in the head. He promptly collapsed. What? |
| Jack Skellington Posts: 97/243 |
Jack, watched, impressed, as Grey took the hit but was still able to climb to his feet, only hindered by the drowsiness. He certainly wasn't a pushover... Jack himself was feeling the pain of fatigue, something he still had to adjust to with his new corporeal body. Another few hits of that bat and he'd be finished. No matter, he was at a good position for the moment. Jack expelled the shadows he managed to collect this time as a rapid flurry of pill-shaped blasts, machine gun style, trying to gun Grey down before he could get close again. |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 1012/2046 |
Grey held his weapon out in front of him in a guard stance, the shadowy attack flying at him from point blank. A parry was the best he could hope for.
As Grey's bat divided the shadow ball into a pair of explosive halves, he was forced into a rather precarious position by the two swords that flew at him. With the rocking detonation of the shadow ball flinging him several tens of feet backwards, Grey was dumbstruck by the loss of his footing and through nothing more than sheer luck managed to avoid being beheaded by the flying pointy objects. They flew over his head as he dropped flat to the ground, now in a prone position. Thinking as quickly as he could, Grey pointed behind himself from the ground, and cast an astral image of himself backwards, tricking the last of the blades into thinking they were slashing a real person. Grey's mental focus wavered a bit as he felt the drowsiness of the shadow ball's explosive rage begin to overtake him, and he considered the prospect of sleep for several moments before remembering the existence of that single final blade, and realizing the severe danger a quick nap, though helpful to his psyche, would put his body into. Instead, he placed his hands together, and tried his best to focus as he got very slowly to his feet. |
| Jack Skellington Posts: 72/243 |
Jack made no attempt to dodge, but rather fired his now van-sized shadow ball straight at Grey from close range. The enormous ball of darkness would deal very high damage, and at that size that close could even put Grey to sleep for a few seconds.
Still, the shadow sphere was a horrible shield and Grey's blade went right through it, and through Jack's abdomen as well. He made a bitter laugh at the ensuing pain as he tripped backward, but caught his balance on one of the floating swords that flew alertly to his hand for support. The lousy things, now wasted down to two and about to become one, seemed better served as canes than weapons. Now just plain bitter, Jack silently motioned at Grey, and the blades followed up the shadow ball with a mad frenzy of slashes, twirls and stabs. Halfway through the attack one of the swords vanished. But Jack wasn't finished playing with the shadows - he was soon pulling more into his hand again from a new distanced position. |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 982/2046 |
Still in the air, Grey pulled out his baseball bat and swung it at the Death Ball, slicing straight through it!
Grey: "Dimension Blade!!!" He landed on the ground after another splitsecond of flight, and upon closer inspection of the weapon in his hand, one would see that it was no longer a crude club of sporting equipment, but a two-dimensional object of such, giving the impression that it was either a sprite from a video game, or somehow psionically compressed to the point where it could slice through literally anything... ...Including Jack, which Grey tried to demonstrate in another mad rush at Jack, aiming a sweeping strike at his midsection. |
| Jack Skellington Posts: 70/243 |
Jack was kneeling defensively in preparation for Grey's fiery charge, and was caught off guard when he took off into the air. Alertly following Grey with his glowing eyes, Jack motioned at the swords (now three in count) to return to his side.
When the flaming jets rushed at Jack, they were blocked by a thick thorn bush that sprouted up just in time to save him from being roasted, but it was soon charred to dust and he had to dive out of the way. When he recovered, he noticed that the tail of his coat had caught some of the fire. A quick blast of icy mist from his hand put it out. By now Jack had finished charging his death ball, and he fired it at the airborne Grey, allowing him to charge a shadow tech. Holding forward his palm, Jack pulled all of the shadows around him into a dark violet sphere that grew tremendously by the second... |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 969/2046 |
Grey dove into the rain of swords, expelling another radial blast of psychic force that drove them all away as he flew through and went straight towards the briars. With a loud ringing in his head, Grey felt a surge of heat overcome his body, as he lit himself on fire with a quick shock of pyrokinesis. He continued like a burning missile towards Jack, incinerating the briars and keeping his own flames several inches from his body, for fear of singing himself like only Shalandra could. At the last moment, however, he kicked himself upward from the ground (along which he traveled), and took a vertical direction. The flames dissipated, and Grey pointed two fingers towards Jack, squinting his glowing green eyes as he did so.
Grey: "PK Fire Beta!!!" The jets of fire rushed out of his fingers and at Jack, threatening to create a radius of burning fury when they managed to hit the ground. Grey lingered in the air for several seconds, and held himself aloft on a cloud of force. This was more like it, he could feel his psychic energies flowing more and more fluidly with each passing second... |
| Jack Skellington Posts: 63/243 |
Jack was overwhelmed by Grey's sudden charge and flurry of blows, and responded with his own random attempts at blocking and slashing with his dagger, although it was certain that Jack took a far greater beating than Grey. He was finally able to break free after taking several hits and whirled out of the frenzy, black coat drifting swiftly behind him, and caught his balance behind Grey. With a quick brush of his hair, he leaned forward on one knee and motioned toward his speedy opponent, wearing a dark scowl on his face.
Jack: "After him, you bloody things!" The four swords spun through the air toward Grey, and immediately following them came a stream of thick black briars that sprouted out of the ground as they traveled in a line, homing into Grey's position in an attempt to catch him and immobilize him in their highly poisonous thorns. These brambles were the result of Jack's previous spell, and the skeleton hands retracted into the ground as thorny bushes grew out. Jack stood at a distance and rubbed his jaw, where he had been socked rather hard. He charged a death ball in his other hand, but he wasn't very concentrated and it came kind of slow. |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 962/2046 |
Grey crouched down, ducking the first of the initial three slashes. For the second, he pushed a palm forward and another hit of telekinetic force knocked it away. Still in his crouch, Grey shifted his body to the side and watched as the third sword cut a deep gash in his chest. Instinctively, he reacted quickly, shouting in pain and springing upward as his baseball bat faded into nothingness, while at the same time evading the skeletal arms and the second two slashes. He backflipped in the air and watched his own blood drip to the ground as he landed in a crouch, some ten or fifteen feet away.
Grey's eye twitched a bit in concentration as he held a hand to his bleeding chest, using telekinesis to hold his wound closed for a few seconds... As the second blade disappeared in that eerie pinkish mist, Grey's cut closed into a scar, and he was left panting in the wake of the slice. There wasn't much time to react! With the remaining four blades away from Jack, Grey needed to take this opportunity to move! He shut his eyes, and blinked forward, putting on a burst of psychometabolically enhanced speed that brought him straight at Jack. Still in his rushing mode, Grey pressed forward with a flurry of hits that, while haphazardly aimed and of varying levels of intensity, were still incredibly fast and furious. He even did the anime martial arts thing... Grey: "Oraoraoraoraoraoraoraoraoraoraoraoraoraora!" Yeah, that's the one. |
| Jack Skellington Posts: 60/243 |
Jack had planned his jump so he would land a few feet from Grey, so it was the tip of the bat that smashed into his face and sent his head spinning in circles, and snapping clean off the bone. Jack stumbled back and quickly grasped his head to stop it from spinning off of his body, and with an unpleasant CRICK set it back into place. The skin somehow bonded back together. He rolled his shoulders and continued his assault.
Jack: "You're going to get impaled sooner or later, I'll see to that." One of the floating swords vanished in a pinkish mist while three others each took a turn to slash at Grey all on their own. The other two guarded Jack while he held his dagger to his left wrist, and with a violent motion made a long slice down the arm, wincing only slightly. Once some blood fell to the ground, it sort of sank into it, and the land made a small rumble. Jack looked up from his work just in time to see two giant-sized skeleton arms pop up from the ground and attempt to grab Grey and hold him still, while the last two swords stabbed at him. After this, another of the blades disappeared. |
| Schweiz oder etwas Posts: 938/2046 |
Grey: "Ha!"
It only took a quick burst of telekinesis from Grey to hold the six swords in the air as Jack flew forward and out of their range. As soon as Jack had left their area, Grey released his hold on the swords, and met Jack's assault with his own degree of force, pulling a baseball bat from out of nowhere and swinging it at the oncoming skeletal warrior. Hard. |
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