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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on Apr 30, 2020 9:27:30 GMT
The bitter growls only grew much more harsh and spiteful as they could feel the tails ending up hitting nothing but the empty air and smoke this time around. But whereas the first time their merely shrugged their failure off, this time, the growls slowly grew into angry, hateful wails comparable to a dying banshee. How could this fool, this absolute filthy, disgusting fool, intrude on their territory, lay her unlawful claim, and wreck havoc on their life and their haven with little effort?
Their angry wails would only increase in tempo as a sharp pain struck across their chest, throwing their whole body to the ground on their sides. And they would. Not. Stop. In fact, as they pulled up once more, their arms, legs, entire body, trembling in more than just pure pain, the wails would slowly devolved into a vile, incomprehensible noise, not too different from a poor soul would hear in hell.
They had enough. Enough of this nonsense. This absolute bullshit! Why didn't she just die like the mangy mutt she was? Their claws twitched. Their tails rapidly flicked the air. Their jaw twitched. Their arm twitched. Their breathing became heavy, and the aura had flared up to an indescribable degree, burning to the touch.
Then, their claws started to spin once more, as a bright purple light started to engulf them
No tornadoes emerged. Instead, they raised their arms and roared, as their claws would grow on par with Silence's blade. The claws only started to spin faster and faster, quickly becoming nothing more than just a blur to the naked eye. This was their last chance; their only possible chance to kill Silence, right in front of them. Nothing else mattered any more. Not their survival, not their haven. Just that this fucking heathen had to die and they would take this fucking bitch with them.
With one massive, bloodcurdling screech coming out of their bile-dripping maw, they rushed towards Silence, guided by nothing but only her scent, launching themselves towards her in an attempt to pin her down, before going for a series of powerful, eviscerating claws on every single fibre on her body they could find. Before they would deal the finishing blow towards her chest, sending a dangerous, bordering on deadly, data devouring virus spreading across her entire body, rotting her data from the inside out, just like the aura had done to them before her.
There was nothing left for them. If they were going to die, then they would take Silence with them.
Rasenmon FM is struck down by The Seventh Key. But they aren't truly down just yet. Rather, they go for one mighty desperation attack to try and kill Silence off once and for all: Viral Apocalypse.
Viral Apocalypse (Ultimate): A final, ferocious attack that Rasenmon FM uses to finish off opponents. Rasenmon FM puts all of their energy into their claws, as they not only spin at Match 10 speed, but enlarge to ungodly lengths. In a flash, Rasenmon FM rushes upon and leaps onto the opponent, before tearing into the opponent, with every slice and tear also letting in viral infections into the victim’s body. After what feels like an eternity, Rasenmon FM delivers the final blow, by plunging it’s claws into the opponent’s Digicore, letting loose a powerful virus that will plague the victim’s body as it slowly devours them alive from the inside for 3 posts. (Once per thread)
Known Passives:
Aura of Decay (passive): Rasenmon FM is constantly emitting a foul aura from their body. Therefore, making contact with this ferocious Digimon is not recommended. For every time Rasenmon FM directly hits the opponent with any named physical attack per posting round, the aura spreads to them, decreasing their defenses by a certain amount, per the level of ‘decay’ the opponent currently has on them. However, if the opponent successfully avoids contact with this Digimon for 2 consecutive posts, they can go down a level. This goes up to 5 levels, with the defense drop increasing in percentages per successive level:
Level 1: -10% defence
Level 2: -20% defence
Did I mention this can also stack with any other defensive drops the opponent may or may not receive?
Silence is at level 1. Getting hit by this attack will drop Silence down to level 2.
Posts she needs to avoid making contact before she drops down a level: 0/2
Untrappable Predator (passive): Rasenmon FM refuses to be slowed down in any capacity, only stopping once it’s prey is well and truly no more. To this end, they automatically ignore any effects from any attack, ability or passive that would otherwise slow them down or stop them completely in their tracks.
Undying Aggression (passive): This Digimon will stop at nothing until it’s prey is well and truly devoured. Once every 4 posts, Rasenmon FM can use 2 attacks in the same post.
Buffs/Nerfs:
N/A
Cooldowns:
Undying Aggression: 4/4
Apex Predator: 4/4
Predator's Bite: 2/3
Desperate Vortex: 1/3
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2020 17:19:39 GMT
The harsh sputtering and bitter growls were something that silence wasn’t sure how she felt about. On one hand it was hard not to feel proud of her handiwork but she could clearly feel the pain of the other in front of her. She could hear it and she felt it radiate off of their body in waves. It was something that she really wished that she didn't have to come to. The wailing made her flinch and she could note that they were trembling all over. Her blade’s edge had sang true and sunk deep into them. Even if it was a wave of energy… She could feel the rage. She could feel it’s breathing; that aura of his burning to a touch. She saw those claws spin. She knew this would be it’s last act. Much like how her next attack would be her last more than likely. If they met one another. Would it be unfair to them for her to move out of the way? For her to take away this last attempt at claiming her? She didn’t understand why she felt the need to treat this creature with honor given his initial attacks had been from the shadows. And for once since they started she would speak. ”I feel your pain Brother.”Her hand tightened and she felt the beast move forward, that screech causing her to stare straight at her handiwork. She started to draw in her energy and grunted as she was pinned to the ground. The many blows that wracked her body she could feel that vile virus work through her data. If she didn’t end it this would be her death. Or at the very least her becoming an egg. She doubted that the beast would be able to feel her data as it fled. She felt the rotting twisting and furious pikes that were those claws deep in her body. To the beast she was still, unmoving. But… But even so. Ther ewas a beat of her core, gentle. Soothing. It washed over her like the soft waves of whitewater. And all of them were going down to her sword. Burning brightly. Passionately. Did it grow. Did it become something that she could be proud of. The aura had seeped into her just in the same way that this virus that was craving her data was spreading throughout her entire frame. She could feel it trying to consume the very energy she was using for this. The seventh key burned brighter and brighter, even blind he would be able to feel it. But there would be no evading it would there? Not with his claws so deep, so locked in her body. She would have words, something to say. Something that they could share. Her eyes met those sightless ones and… ”I’m sorry.”She truly felt this emotion and something inside of her heeded her call. Something deep. Something dark, past the meicrackmon she kept within. Past all those forms. An utter darkness that had been blessed upon her from her birth. From the twisted malcontents of the dark area… From that very blood of those that came from before her boon surged forward. Her sword was engulfed in a power far beyond her ken. Increasing it’s power a thousandfold. It burned with such malignance and such drive that it was practically burning her hand just holding it. Melting away at the armor and setting her cloak ablaze with it’s energies as she made a single swing towards her foe. The blade lept from her hand and would collide against their side if they didn’t move. The ensuing explosion would be one that engulfed the entire area in it’s magnificence. If the beast still stood silence truly was doomed. But even so… The omegashutmon slowly pushed herself up. She wasn’t quite down but she could feel the virus working it’s deadly magics in her system. Was her foe vanquished? Or did it perhaps have something to bite back this truly awesome blow?
Log: -Silence takes Viral Apocalypse, severely damaging her and setting her on her last legs. -Silence uses The seventh key to channel The first rose on her foe. -Silence activates her Artifact: Essence of Cataclysm on The first rose. Passive: Hypothermia|Combat Passive: This ability projects a large freezing air effect around omegashutmon. Individuals that are within 150 feet of omegashutmon find their movement's slowed by 5% the moment they step within this range. For each posting round that an individual is within this range this slow increases by 5% up to a maximum of 30%. Staying outside of this range or using fire to reverse the freezing effect is possible.
Knight of the Mausoleum|Combat Passive: This digimon's body is freezing to the touch and the digimon itself leaves behind frozen tracks as though it had flash frozen each step. Additionally this digimon is unaffected by the cold itself making Ice based moves ineffective against it. While fire moves deal increased damage due to her frozen body.
Inactive without the blade: Permafrost|Combat Passive|RAM UPGRADE: Every blade, every weapon of legend has a name. Every person that wields them falls into the abyss of the forgotten long before their weapon’s names are. This blade, as named by K herself before passing on is one of the few things she left to her successor. This blade is made out of a strange digichrome, hardened by the ice of the frozen mausoleum itself permafrost cannot be broken by normal means.
Further still, it is a catalyst of sorts, cultivating and soothing. It’s very presence allows for OmegaShutmon to persevere in such a way that many would not. It is a symbol, a symptom of a better world that those that get a glimpse of hardly let go. And within that symbol is a power. A power that can hardly be explained with simple words. Yet here we are, doing exactly that.
Permafrost’s power is simple.
For every attack that connects with an enemy target OmegaShutmon herself finds herself attuning further to the blade. Further still to the glimpse of that world, to that symbol. This attunement pushes her further, pushes her abilities to their limit. Her Damage input increases by 50% for two posts, which she cannot attune further with the blade during this time. She may start attuning to the blade the post after the attunement wears off. One post cooldown between activations. Move: [RAM UPGRADE GIGA]The Seventh Key: A Gift from her last iteration, for unlocking the potential that she was capable of. This ability is naturally represented by digital coding on various parts of her body, one on each of her arms, legs[Dragon, Space, Sword, Silence] and a seven pronged key on her chest in light blue Luminescent pattern. This ability allows her to draw forth a saberk unlike any other, one that bleeds into others of it's kind to strengthen them if they are present while also allowing a blade of it's own use if she deigns so. This saberk is capable of being any weapon, capable of shooting out energy waves or projectiles and lasts until broken or dismissed. To enhance a present saberk she must invoke this ability separately. The range on the energy blasts/waves differs level to level for melee 15/50/150/300/1000 and ranged weapons 30/100/300/600/N/A respectively [Measurements done in feet]. Additionally if a physical weapon is present on a form this saberk variant may empower them instead.
The First Rose|RAM UPGRADE: It is no surprise that this form is representative of her former self’s desire to protect the world and all within it. Further still, this form is cultivated by a single being. It’s concept and its prowess fledgling to many. But even still. It has one thing that many decisively lack. Even at these higher stages.
Purpose. Unbridled purpose.
And with this purpose, with this single unadulterated purpose. To strike down those that would threaten the world and those within it. For this purpose, she uses this single attack. Pouring her icy energies into her sword Permafrost. Draining her very essence, her very being. Her everything. In exchange? She makes a single, devastating blow. Dealing insanely high damage to a single target. Using this attack cuts OmegaShutmon’s capabilities in half for the rest of the thread. Once per thread. Artifact: Legendary Artifact: Essence of Cataclysm: While only the first strike in our struggle against the Demon lords, the fight that raged on in the Dark area saw blows of legendary proportions thrown around. Even as the dust settles, the sheer power and data output in the struggle has crystallized into a blood red essence.
Once per thread, This digimon is capable of tapping into a small sliver of data that courses through her system. The data itself would of been a crystal normally, but with the Death of K it never formed properly and weaved itself into her next iteration instead. This sliver of data is capable of empowering the next attack, drastically improving it's power and converting it into an area of effect ability. The AoE can be very unwieldy: be careful of using it near allies! Debuffs: Aura of Decay: 20% |
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Post by Kenny O'Hara and Skadi on May 2, 2020 2:16:08 GMT
The next few moments were nothing but a blur.
The Rasenmon FM paid no heed to Silence's words, and tore into whatever piece of flesh they could find on her body. No regard. No mercy. Nothing. Once they had struck (what they assumed what would be) the final blow upon Silence's core, they would peel out from her and raised their bloodied claws into the sky, letting out a triumphant cry into the heavens.
They won! They had eradicated their foe to their core! They could feel Silence's body rot away to the core with the virus, and after all the pain and suffering this complete and utter fool left upon them and their home, it was all worth it, just to see this utter bitch suffer a painful, glorious demise! The triumphant cry shifted into a raspy cackle, a newfound sense of relief washing upon their body, as they waited to take in their spoils of victory from the downed OmegaShutmon.
It never came.
So caught up in this perceived moment of false triumph that the Rasenmon FM had failed to notice that Silence had one last trick up her sleeve. And only when they found out, it would be too late. The pained cry of the Rasenmon FM as something struck them on the sides was quickly drowned out from a massive explosion engulfing their entire body alive, swallowing everything in sight, including their home, their surrounds, and even their entire body. The immense pain was nothing like the beast ever experienced before in their life, ravaging their entire body in what felt like an eternity.
And as the explosion died down and the smoke started to clear, a gristly sight would greet Silence. What once had been the Rasenmon FM's home had been reduced to nothing but a crater left upon the earth. Everything that had been hit by the explosion was well and truly eradicated. Nothing was left of the building, not even a single hint of rubble to show it existed. Even the odd tree that found itself just nearby were set on fire. Nothing would be spared.
Nothing, except for a single Digimon laying sprawled across the earth.
The Rasenmon FM was barely clinging onto life. Most of their tails were torn off from the explosion, with only 2 of them still intact. Even then, they only twitched very slightly, laying limp upon the floor. A full leg was missing, leaving only a stream of blood flowing down from the stump.Their body flickered in and out of existence as their aura started to die down, and the blood from their partly ripped jaw mixed in with the blood from their eyes.
It was not a pretty sight.
And to top it all off, the beast lacked the energy to even growl bitterly or even look upon Silence anymore. Rather, they would just lay there, wheezing pitifully and weakly. They found themselves slipping in and out of consciousness, as their body continued to flicker, and bits of their frame slowly started to fall upon the floor like scales, dissolving upon contact.
What was Silence to do now?
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2020 4:01:12 GMT
It had reveled in a victory that it rightfully didn’t claim.
It had tore into her body, raked against her core and frame. Causing her to shudder and squirm as it went. But her blow wasn’t avoided, it didn’t seem to care about the flow of the energy within silence’s body. And that was it’s undoing. Just as that sense of relief came to it did it’s own breath get slammed out of it’s body by her massive attack.
Left among the debre was both her and this monster that she didn’t doubt that had claimed many a life. It’s turf had been near a major causeway and well… She’d grunt as she felt the pain of it’s ability start to dig deeper into her. She didn't’ have much time in this form. In fact she could feel the energy slowly start to wane. The omegashutmon staggered as the viral payload continued to work through her body.
If something wasn’t done soon she too would be on the ground bleeding out. She’d grip at the gouges and deep wounds on her chest and slowly walk to the Rasenmon. Her icy blue eyes staring down at it and then around the area she was in. Their fight, or at least her very last attack had blasted apart this place. Leaving it like a small desolate patch in a gorgeous locale.
The wheezing and weak breathing only drew her in; she felt that aura fade out. She knew that thing likely made it into what it was today. Or at least made it into the dangerous predator that it was. Did she have enough power to draw out another seventh key? By the feel of it if she did that she might not have any energy at all. Grimacing she’d look to her hand; she maybe could summon up some energy to the tips of her fingers…
She’d move down to the Rasenmon, her eyes taking in her handywork and she couldn’t help but grit her teeth. This thing was suffering and she could feel them flickering out. Left to their own the Rasenmon would likely perish and reform but… Silence drew her hands together and against her better judgement she’d draw out a small bit of the seventh key along her hand. Creating a energy glove over the appendage. Wincing slightly as she felt it draw at her core a little harder. She’d definitely feel that in the morning.
The omegashutmon’s next actions were out of mercy, not out of revenge or hatred. Her hand would punch into the Rasenmon’s chest, seeking and grasping around it’s chest for a moment before finding what it was looking for. Once found? Her hand would lock around that core; she hated doing this sort of thing and she knew it was hugely frowned upon even touching the stuff but…
With a one, a two and a third yank the omegashutmon would quite literally tear the core from the rasenmon’s chest. If what she saw was what she thought she knew what she had to do. If it was a bitter and loathesome thing she’d have to act carefully, but if there was a chance that she could help it still.. If the corruption was only surface level she could reasonably draw out that hatred into herself.
But regardless she’d have to start loading this beast right now. She’d have to pull every ounce of it’s shell into her. All the fueled hatred, all the loathing of the world. She’d growl a bit and slowly close her hand. Her muscles straining to crack that core. She’d damage it enough to where it’d start the reformation process and she’d draw in a large sum of the data…
In the end the rasenmon would reform into an egg; held in her hands and the omegashutmon would have drawn in most if not all of the data from it’s frame. The cracking of it’s core meant more too. She had delved into it’s memories and personality. Ripping those out and taking them for herself. She wanted to give this beast a second chance; one that everyone rightfully deserved.
It’s data would heal her and the super mega mon looked to the egg that was now cradled in it’s arms. The soft white of it was unlike anything around her. Amidst all this destruction she had managed to at least make something out of it.
But this destruction wouldn’t stay, she wouldn’t leave it like this. She’d mumble something, a particular card and… It’d start working it’s magic. For a starter card final destination was powerful. Resetting the area back to how it was before they had fought. The Trees were no longer burning, the ground was no longer blistered and broken. The building reformed slowly as though it was screaming. Everything was the same save for one thing.
The Rasenmon FM.
She knew it’s name now, she knew where it had come from and where it had gone. The final wisps of data approached and she recognized the vile strains. It was that horrible aura, that pained aura that had made it into what it was today. That much it’s memories told her. As they snaked towards the egg the omegashutmon reached out and clasped onto those strands of data. She felt it squirm in her grasp as though it knew what she was thinking. Her hands closed around it and she’d draw that vile strand of data within herself. That was the final nail in the casket.
This mon would not be like it’s prior iteration.
It would be free of that pain, free of it’s memories, free of the personality that this life had given it. It would have a loving home and as the last bricks were place… Did the omegashutmon finally leave with her Gate of Destiny.
She wouldn’t go directly to the village of beginnings. That would cause an uproar if a super mega just appeared. Instead she’d go to a designated spot far enough away that she could de-digivolve and deliver the egg to the gentle hands of the caretakers there. She’d explain what had happened and she hoped that they would understand what this child needed…
I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more brother.
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