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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2013 14:45:16 GMT -8
Rules: Mostly standard, the deviations will be obvious.
The combatants find themselves in a featureless white room. Though the edge is technically a kilometer from the center, you could travel towards them at lightspeed for years without ever reaching it. Mind the vertigo. Though the lighting is uniform and omnidirectional, there are plenty of shadows to be found, if only you know how to look.
This is a place where gods can play without wrecking the oh so fragile world of men.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Jul 31, 2013 6:37:49 GMT -8
Indeed there were Shadows to be found, and from these pools of darkness poured tendrils, like little black rivers, forming into the rough shape of a man. He was 6 foot, or 15. 10 feet or 50. He moved like liquid shadow, for that is precisely what he was. If you could get a solid look at this 'Man' you would see he was wearing black leathers head to toe, a face mask that left only his eyes visible, which glowed an eerie dark dark purple. He carried no weapons for he needed none, and even in this place of all distance and none, of brightness and white, the shadows clung to him like moss. He looked around the space and had he a mouth, would have frowned. Where was the Fallen One? He knew the Shard would show up either in spectacular fashion, or something so inane that he would only be able to shake his head....
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 6:46:44 GMT -8
Inane sounds about right. There's a faint pop of displaced air as the Shard simply appears in the room. No fuss, no fanfare. Distance is hard to gauge in a place like this, but for the sake of argument, we'll say he's about ten meters away from his opponent.
"Hello, little brother. I don't think we've ever been formally introduced. I have to say, that was a masterful bit of work with the Last Person to Post thread."
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Jul 31, 2013 7:54:23 GMT -8
"I enjoy winning. Plus it gave me a giggle. So. You are the Shard, the Fallen One yes? I pictured you.....taller."
His form still seemed to waver in and out of existence. He eyed the Shard sideways. He had heard stories about Eralam. Most of them hilarious. Some of them not so. He wondered what the 'man' would do......
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 7:59:25 GMT -8
Eralam snorted.
"And I pictured you as more...solid. Aye, I'm Eralam."
The Shard unhooked the clasp that secured his cloak, letting the pitch black garment fall to the ground. For once, he's unarmed. Well, he has arms, but no guns or blades. One must be very careful in a purely conceptual place, lest double meanings and poor wording get the better of them.
"I was called here for a reason, I take it?"
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Jul 31, 2013 8:11:39 GMT -8
"Yup"
With a flexing of Whill (see what I did there?), Erevis collapsed the space around Eralam, condensing the space and time around the Shard as opposed to the Shard himself. It was like Force Bubble, or way stronger and a lot cooler. This actually crushed time as well. He didn't really think it would work, Era was no slouch, but he wanted to try it out. He had thought about it many many times...the Logistics involved in crushing actual time and Space, and repercussions it could have in the Universe....Until he realized he didn't care. He checked his other fight, going on simultaneously, and smiled beneath his mask as he popped all the Ewoks Eralam had given them. He hated Ewoks. Shut up Dragus, no one Cares......
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 8:36:46 GMT -8
For every problem, a solution. In this case, the compression of time worked in Eralam's favor. He kept enough backpressure against the distortion to maintain his own personal timescale, but let the bubble continue as its master Whilled (two can play that game.) The distortion should mask Eralam's massive draw on the Force as he called upon another one of nature's little beauties: gravity. The whole room lurched as Eralam took that gravity and compressed it down into one spot: right about where Everis was standing. And oh, there was a lot of it. Technically finite but practically infinite room? Yeah, that's about a bitch.
Of course, the chances of this doing much were effectively nil. This was just foreplay. Whills could alter the very fabric of the universe itself, and even former Whills could unleash such power in a place like this.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Jul 31, 2013 9:21:51 GMT -8
The creation of, for lack of a better term, black hole directly where Erevis was standing had an interesting effect. A being of light would be stretched, torn asunder, bent towards and away from the viewer. To a creature of Shadow, it had the opposite effect. The supreme Gravity created by Eralam at that point collapsed everything around it, creating a singularity. Erevis seemed to evaporate, folding in on himself and turning into what looked like Smoke, pooling in the Shadow of the Black Hole. Creative. This Shard was crafty. Crafty. Crafts. Arts and Crafts. Thats what the Jedi did when making their Lightsabers. What was in a saber? A Chrystal. A....Shard. Erevis flexed his Whill once more, the Force tearing through him like a raging river, and he envisioned Eralam as a lightsaber. He utilized the same technique the Jedi did, and attempted to disassemble, then reassemble the Shard's chassis as a saber, with the Shard as the focus of the power. Just like a normal Saber.......
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 9:28:54 GMT -8
Well that was interesting.
It had been years, centuries since Eralam's last disasterous attempt to pretend to be a lightsaber. This was a bit different though.
Yes, the Shard had been turned into a lightsaber. A lightsaber 2 meters long and weighing in at several hundred kilograms, powered not by a power cell, but by the Force. Oh, and it was pointed at Everis. The blade, if something on the order of a gamma ray burst could be considered a blade, sprang to life, obliterating everything in its path. Such was the power that, some hundred thousand years from now, the wall behind it would be scorched to a crisp, ruining the pristine room forever.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Jul 31, 2013 11:35:58 GMT -8
A couple things. First, a Black Hole in the middle of the room is a bit of a difficult thing to miss. The second, Black Holes bend and attract light, with the possibility of stopping time for whatever is caught in the Event Horizon. Eralam was trying to blast Erevis, who was basically the black holes shadow. The power of the Hole then sucked the ray from the Era-saber, bending it towards it's center. It was an interesting thing to behold, and an idle thought crossed his mind......What happens when the Force comes in contact with a black hole? Interesting.
Erevis did not feel like getting blown up, so he did something rather......bastardly. The shadows swarmed from the Black Hole and created a rip in spacetime, directly in front of Era-saber, a twin rip forming directly behind the Shard......The beam now on a constant loop in a small space.........
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 12:24:44 GMT -8
While a recursive loop like that would have been endlessly entertaining to an astrophysicist, it would have done nothing to further the fight. Eralam could no more be harmed by himself than he could by a battalion of angry grasshoppers. But there were some interesting things that could be done to break the loop. By shutting off the lightsaber, the recursion was broken, and as the energy slammed back into the Shard, he assembled himself back into his traditional form.
Since Everis was effectively fighting from inside an event horizon, Eralam thought it would be prudent to give him reason to return to their peculiar version of reality. And since a black hole will invariably draw anything it can down towards itself, Eralam rerouted the portals to locations more suitable to his needs. The first was well within the singularity's gravity well. The second: the latrine at the annual Coruscanti Obesity Society's Taco and Curry luncheon.
That ought to do it.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Aug 1, 2013 12:37:27 GMT -8
A suck, pop sploosh. A curse and another portal. This one directly over Eralams head. Erevis came up out of the floor, dripping, yet dry as the portal over Eralams head lead to the same latrines, only with someone actually doing a rather gnarly number 2 have far too many Taco Bell Tacos. Nummy. He arched an eyebrow, if he had any, and grinned again beneath the mask
"That was not very nice Pop Can. "
He flicked an index finger, and the force surged beneath Eralam. His intent was to drive the Robot up through the hole in Space TIme and into the ass of said person in the midst of number 2ing. Could be worse. Dude could be pee.....Oh. There it is.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 12:47:13 GMT -8
"Dude, that's fucking sick," Eralam said conversationally as he leaned up against an imaginary wall behind Everis. "Someone is in for a bad day."
Is it possible for a robot to be smug? Yes. Yes it is.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Aug 1, 2013 13:03:35 GMT -8
Erevis front suddenly became his back, and his back his front, seeming to melt. He looked at Eralam, his eyes twinkling.
"It was the least I could do. He looked constipated....."
He couldn't help but Wink, like the 2 of them were in on some big secret.
"Nice place you got here. Better than the friggen Ewoks. Who's idea was that anyway? I bet it was yours. "
He still hated Ewoks. Furry little disease carriers....Shut up Dragus.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2013 9:07:51 GMT -8
Eralam would have grinned sheepishly, if only he had a face.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I don't get to play around much these days. Couldn't resist the urge to mess with you a bit."
The portals, the singularity, the time compression, all vanished as if they'd never been there in the first place. The tradition flexing of ethereal muscle was out of the way. They could fight for real now, but first, a conversation.
"So. Did they send you after me, or did you decide to do this on your own?"
The room they were in had in fact been constructed by Eralam, back in the beginning. Whenever two Whills were to meet with combat on the brain, they were transported to a realm where they could do no harm to the universe proper. This was that realm.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Aug 6, 2013 9:28:48 GMT -8
"Ultimately boredom. I fear you are no longer that important in the day to day issues that avail us at this time. Minus the one little hiccup currently engulfing the GBA"
He winked at the Robot Whill, his dark purple orb disappearing in a fold of inky black shadow. He rolled his shoulders and bounced on his feet for a moment, mimicking a boxer getting ready. Why? Because he wanted to. He didn't have to, but it looked good. Sort of. Well....maybe not, but who cares. I am writing this, not you.
"Well. Shall we?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 3:32:01 GMT -8
Eralam didn't bother with any of that frippery. He stood with his feet shoulder width apart, right foot back slightly further, weight on the balls of his feet. His hands were held loosely by his sides.
"We shall. Well, little brother, you called me here. How shall we do this?"
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Sept 15, 2013 7:57:09 GMT -8
Talking. Lots of talking, and not enough pain inflicted. What's with you guys? You're suppose to crack planets and kill babies with every fart swing.
So then it becomes a battle of showboating. If that's the case, Erevis wins with that disgusting move, and you both know which. Tummy spun with the idea of it and everything.
Eralam, I KNOW you could have outdone that. Next time, show him, please.
EREVIS wins, tho only by two decimal points. PM me if any soreness occurs. We can talk it out.
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