Ineffable

Xivilai missed entire as Charles suddenly spurted forth from the mountain top, his darkness entrenched hand smashing through air.

Fortunately for him, he hadn't hit anything, so he hadn't been revealed.

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Charles had completed two of his traps now. He was about to head for the next land when he noticed something.

A large building, surrounded by a force field.

He floated and blinked.

Then headed for it. Why bother waiting to booby trap all seven regions when he could do that AND kill anyone he saw along the way in the process as well?

He flew through the air towards Shimmer's base...

Charles Dark Aura had finished his trap, and made the trigger.

To the next region.

A large massive fire land, filled to the brim with fiery mountains, spewing their depths out into the world.

Charles Dark Aura landed on a mountain-top near the center of the region, barely missing the three drones as they whizzed by behind him without him spotting them.

He began to set his next trap...

His plan was to stratigically work from region to region, creating a wide telekinetic network of traps, linked to his mind. After a while of experimentation in the canyon, Charles had learned that the land quickly repaired any damage done to it.

He used this to his advantage, creating the traps so that they could be used multiple times, taking advantage of the naturally self-healing world.

I'll add mine again, just to remind you all I'm still around.

/signed

/boldsigned

/italicssigned

/glowysigned

/[u]underlinedsigned[u]

Charles Dark Aura flew across the skies.

Searching.

Searching for the enemy.

He flew over a desolute swamp, and arrived at a large canyon. He settled down on a ledge right before the bottomless chasm.

"Yes...This place...Will serve me well..." He muttered.

He leapt off the clif, and flew down some ways. He started to set his trap.

His trap to catch prey.

((Mainly because of all these OOCs we keep lying around. ))

((Here's an UPDATED version of my list...))

Name: Lord Diov
AKA: Diov
Age: ???
Looks: Around eightish feet tall, black cargo pants with red tribal runes, Black Fanged Skull belt with red eyes, chaos leather shirt, wears a very large coat with several cargo pockets on it. Clawed and armored hands. Wears reaper style cloth around his entire lower face, which descneds into two wing-like torn and tattered scarves. Wears red-tinted monocles. A duster hat tops the thing off, COMPLETELY obscuring his face. Wears a strange red gem on his right collar.
Powers: Dimensional Manipulation
Weaknesses: Can be absent minded at the very worst possible times. Has a tendancy to throw huge fits if his clothes are ruined.
Description: Lord Diov. ((ME!)) He draws most if not all of his power from a little gem he has. Almost nobody actually knows hown the gem functions, or what it exactly is. However, for some strange reason, Diov is hesitant to use it too much. So he built an automated process of acheiving his goals. Husk Corporation. ((And that's where we'd be branching away from DIOV personally, plus it would take forever. So let's not go there.)) His prefered weapon of choice is a Scyth.


Name: Lord H'taed
AKA: H'taed
Age: ???
Looks: Armored head to toe in medival style armor with red tribal runes. Clawed hands. Belt with red gem. Hooded face, completely obscuring it aside from his two glowing red eyes. Several spikes protrude from his shoulders.
Powers: Electrical Manipulation
Weaknesses: Water, (to a certain extent) non-conductors, (although if he uses enough energy, he can bypass even that) illusional class fear powers.
Description: Lord Diov's right hand man. Next to NOTHING is really known about him. Even less then Diov. The reason for this being that he is not exactly the type to sit down and have tea with you whilst spilling his secrets. (Unlike Diov, who finds it terribly amusing to do so.)


Name: Noitpeced
AKA: Noit
Age: ???
Looks: A young man with long white hair. Wears a black toga with golden trimming. Somewhat transparent.
Powers: Cyber Reaper Melding, Super Strength, Very damn tough.
Weaknesses: Magical Attacks, although these still have a hard time doing damage to him considering his detatched status. Has a superiority complex, and has a habit of going out of his way to hunt down and terminate any other A.I. or holographs.
Description: Lord Diov's personal A.I. He is a Cyber Reaper, a being able to perfectly meld with the physical and technological worlds. This makes him nearly unstoppable in cyber-space, and in most systems and programs as well. In the physical relm, he is able to beat the [censored] out of everything he comes across while they can never even touch him.


((NEW CHARACTER ENTRY!))

Name: Null, the Lord of Balance
AKA: Null
Age: ???
Looks: A very tall yet stick thin giant, his skin is ashy grey, and has no facial features apart from his eye sockets. (Which do not have eyes in them.) He wears flowing robes of grey, which cover therest of his body, hiding it from detail, aside from his two impossibly long quadruple jointed arms. (possibly more, since the arms dissapear into the folds of his robes)
Powers: Unknown
Weaknesses: Unknown
Description: ???


((NEW CHARACTER ENTRY!))

Name: Demon Void
AKA: Demon Void
Age: ???
Looks: Various
Powers: Has absolute control over darkness, and negative energy, although his several differant forms can grant him an array of various additional powers.
Weaknesses: Cannot attain full power without a body, and must possess simple objects to manifest himself.
Description: This fearsom being is god-like in proportion, and his very words seem to make the air shatter. He seems to be after someone, but nobody can say who exactly. Throughout his time on Earth, he has taken several differant manifestations in his never-ending attempt to create a body for himself. These manifestations range from small rocks to gigantic monstrosities made of entire buildinds. However, it doesn't appear as if he can actually possess people.


Name: Charles Dark Aura
AKA: Charles
Age: 26
Looks: 6'6, Plain white cargo pants, plain grey shirt, wears a black trenchcoat. Slick, smoothed back black hair. Wears red-tinted glasses.
Powers: Telekinesis, Psionics
Weaknesses: He is completely insane, and he will attack anybody regardless of who or what they are.
Description: Charles Dark Aura is the official Psychopath of the Rogue Islands. He has been known to tear apart entire blocks with his telekinetic powers. He enjoys torturing people, watching others suffer, and is a canibal. He used to only be MODERATELY insane, until his wife, Emily Dark Aura, vanished without a trace. Then he snapped.


Name: Emily Dark Aura
AKA: Emily
Age: 23
Looks: 6'3, same dressing style as Charles Dark Aura, only she is sometimes seen in a lab coat.
Powers: Telekinesis, Psionics
Weaknesses: She is also quite insane, although not on the same scale as her husband. She has some idea of how to communicate to others that does not involve monologuing while they are bleeding to death and helpless. She was really the only thing that kept Charles under a modicom of control, but she mysteriously vanished one day with no explanation.

Slowly...

In the air, red words of power began to form. They spelled out...

"The Password is 'We Regret to Inform You.'"

((BWAHAHAHA! Prodiguy, OFFICIAL master of comedy in the RP section! I salute you!))

Charles Dark Aura was dreaming.

In his dream, his wife was there.

"Hello Charles Dearest." She said softly.

"Emily? What is this? Charles exclaimed.

Emily just gazed at him. "You're going on a trip. Remember this well, Charles. Destroy all you come across."

Then she vanished.

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Charles Dark Aura woke up. He was in wide open hilly space, with lots of grass, and a few rocks lying scattered around.

"Emily..." He muttered softly.

A nearby rock levitated into the air.

"Destroy. All. I. Come. Across." He muttered.

The rock sudden crumbled into dust in midair.

Charles Dark Aura screamed, and the ground around him shattered into base dirt and gravel as his telekinetic might ripped the area surrounding him apart.

The Lord of Balance, Null, stood atop his mighty tower.

His tower in the center of a world which was flat.

It was Null’s job to make sure that every once in a while, using the help of a mysterious source, he would pinpoint several individuals with great amounts of dimensional potential.

A being did not have to be powerful to have potential. The weakest empathy defender could shift history in a cataclysmic way that would change the universe in too much of a good, or bad way.

Null, locating these individuals, would bring them together into his realm.

A World which was Flat.

They would then be forced to expend their dimensional potential by fighting each other. After exhausting all of their potential through fighting, they would be transported back to the real world, where they would no longer be able to do the single catastrophic act which would send everything spiraling into darkness, or ascending into light.

Of course, Null had to make sure the contestants couldn’t escape before their potential was used up. Once within the World that was Flat, nobody could leave, save for dying.

Knowing that the lesser beings would not take very well to their new situation, Null devised a system to ensure that nobody would wreck HIS world in a dramatic way.

Null had used this strange system of his several times throughout, before, and after time. At the end of the great fight, he would award the last being standing the one thing they asked for, with however many specifications and nit-pick details they choose to throw in.

The being gazed across his vast lands.

His world was divided into six sections, not entirely unlike pie slices.

Vast and hilly plains of grass…

A land blanketed in snow and ice…

A forest with trees that reached into the skies, and that were wider and taller then sky-scrapers…

A land of fire, where the very ground was made of molten magma. Mountains loomed, and fire spilled from their fiery depths.

A land where dust and boulders littered the ground, a massive and seemingly bottomless canyon spanning across it.

And finally, a large swamp, complete with a land filled with the homes of the dead.

The six lands surrounded a central flat and smooth area made completely of stone…

And in the dead center of this world…

A World that was Flat…

Was a tower, made of grey stone, and perfectly smooth on the outside, which stretched almost endlessly into the heavens. Archways leading into the dark interior beckoned.

The Lord of Balance raised his hands to the sky…

And drawing upon his vast powers, began to pinpoint those with the greatest potential, and brought them to his world.

A World which was Flat.

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The Rules:

Hello all. This is my first time as a GM of an RP, and I’m hoping everybody can find it enjoyable. Here’s the Layman’s Terms situation…

If your character joins the RP, they will start out in a plain room made of grey stone, and perfectly cubed. The only feature being a portal in the center of the room, which will transport you to one of the eight selectable areas of your choice. The whole event will be explained to them in a dream by someone they trust prior to being yanked into the Flat World.

Lives

Some god-like figure has determined that you character/characters have a certain amount of Dimensional Potential, and that if he leaves you be with this potentially, you will somehow radically alter history in a way that makes it either too evil, or too good. So he has brought you to his world, which is flat.

Each character comes into the RP with THREE LIVES. Once your character dies three times, their dimensional potential is considered to have been “drained.” They and any of their personal minions are then transported back to their normal lives.

Dimensional Potential is NOT drained simply by fighting, every time you are defeated, it represents a defeat that COULD happen in reality, thus decreasing your potential. So only by dying can your potential be drained, hence the three lives rule.

Being drained of your dimensional potential DOES NOT drain your characters’ powers, abilities, or so forth in any way. Any major events they can/have accomplished in real life will go unchanged. In this case, you are only having the potential for ONE PARTICULAR EVENT drained from you, thus ensuring your characters’ lives in the real world will not be affected in any way by the fight in this world.

The Idiot’s Term: You get three lives. After that, it’s game over.

After dying, your character will reappear in the portal room.

Just a reminder, but there are no actual penalties for dying.


The Landscape.

As I have mentioned above, the world is composed of seven “sections.” Think of it like a pie with a central piece carved in the middle. Think of it as a compass. The lands are now going to be listed starting at the southernmost region, and moving clockwise.

A hilly plains region. Fairly simple straight-forward place. Lots of grass and a few haphazardly scattered rocks.

A land of snow and ice. Really, do you even NEED to be told what such a place is like? In terms of elevation, this place is completely identical to the plains region, only everything is a frozen over hell.

A forest region. Imagine your regular old forest. Now take the trees. Make them taller and wider then your average sky scraper. The place is home to UNIVERSAL LIFE CYCLES, meaning that ANY form of plant/animal can live there without any consequences.

A fire and brimstone region. Just take your average volcano, have it erupt, throw in some random fire lakes, and TA-DA. You have your generic fire-lands.

An Earthy Region. Basically, this land is filled with pits, caverns, and so forth. Spanning the entire land is one really big canyon, which is seemingly bottomless. Various slopes and naturally formed rock-steps allow you to traverse the sides and edges of said canyon, and naturally, several caves and pits can be located in these said sides and ledges. The bottomless pit, you will find, IS bottomless. No matter how far down you go, it will go down farther.

A swamp complete with graveyard. Ah yes, no RP is truly complete without one of these. This is a swamp, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what they are. Random crypts, mausoleums, and scattered tombs litter this place. It is filled with corpses. (Go figure.) The only other interesting feature of this swamp is that there are certain areas of muck which act like quick sand. Think tar pits from the dinosaur ages.

Finally, the central region. This is a perfectly smooth and flat space made of non-descript grey stone. A giant tower made of the same spirals up into the heavens. (In this case, it really is endless. There is no means of reaching the top.) Several tall archways circle the tower, giving a view into the inky depths within the tower.

The edge of the world. This world is flat, and perfectly circular. The edge appears to simply extend into an endless generic white void. However far you fly/teleport/whatever away from the edge, this void WILL go on forever. Take notice that the entire world in itself seems to have a total ground level that goes on forever, hence why the bottomless canyon can exist.

Each land is approximately ten miles or so from side to side, and fifteen miles from center to edge.

These lands CAN be affected in a variety in ways. Feel free to cut down trees in the forest, create avalanches in the canyon, and stomp on the ground in the lava lands until it erupts to carry your sorry self into oblivion. HOWEVER…

A: The tower in the middle CANNOT BE DESTROYED OR DAMAGED IN ANY WAY. The same goes for the entire land the tower is in.

B: However much you damage a particular region or transform it, it will gradually shift back into its natural state. Chop down the entire forest? It will all grow right back in a matter of hours. Burn the entire ice land to cinders? Freezing and bitter winds will chill you to the bone again in a matter of minutes.

C: Feel free to plant whatever miscellaneous generic buildings around that you want, from log houses to cliff-side villas. Just be aware that this world is ENTIRELY UNIHABITED, aside from native animals in each region.

D: Now this one refers a little to the next section below, so bear it in mind as you read that. Land changed to fit or suit your base will not change back, UNLESS your base grows too big. (More then a fifth of the total region.)


Bases/Armies/Resources

For ease of use, every player and entity entered into this thread will be assumed to be at Power Level 50. Players may have powers they do not currently have at their present in-game level within reason.

Each player, no matter the specifications, can build a base of some sort. If you already have a base in the real world, you will conveniently find it already built in the flat world as if it has always been there. However, PLEASE BE REALISTIC. A single person is NOT going to need a base the size of a city. (Although I will not stop you in that regard.) Each person is also restricted to ONE CITY EACH AT ANY TIME. If you take over a rival city, you will find that it will dissolve around you like so much chocolate pudding out on the sidewalk on a hot day. If a city is destroyed, you are allowed to build a new one. However, it cannot be the same city you used previously, and it cannot be in the same area you used previously.

Armies. Now some people are not going to like this rule, but only masterminds, or certain select people chosen by the mastermind in question can have armies.

A few things to keep in mind about armies…

If the mastermind that CREATED the army is defeated, the entire army goes bye-bye as well.

You are restricted to a maximum of two armies, and each army should only be big enough to occupy a city. No army is allowed to occupy an entire region, although patrols are acceptable.

Now then. How do you go about making an army when there are no sentient inhabitants on the planet, hmm? In case of soldiers, a simple backup command through whatever communications device your mastermind may possess, and the people you need will be group teleported in. (Note, any armies and/or allies brought into the Flat Word via this means are completely illusional. So the real people in the real world will go about their lives normally. However, in the said event that these people die in the flat world, it really doesn’t make sense if you can just summon them up again. Unless special circumstances arise, npcs are considered PERMA-DEAD after being killed. If an army is defeated, masterminds are allowed to make new ones. However, it is STRONGLY ENCOURAGED that you don’t just raise a new army in the blink of an eye from nowhere after one is destroyed. Please, put some reasoning and thought into making armies. It doesn’t make any sense if you can just conjure an army by snapping your fingers. As a side note, all actual troops in an army are ALL NPCs, all of which can be controlled to a certain extent by other players. (The said “certain extent” is defined by the army, and both manipulators involved.)

On a more minor note…People who are not masterminds, but still have summons, (like corrupters with dark servant, for example) CANNOT make armies of that summon. In those cases, you are restricted to three of said summons at all times. (So the corrupter could have three dark servants following him around, but no more.)

Giant Monsters. Sometimes they’ll be massive beasts who breath death and have eyes made of hellfire. Others are giant mechs made of only the most devastating weaponry. Here are the rules are on the most powerful entities and beings allowable in-thread. Giant Monsters. Every character is restricted to ONE giant monster at a time, and if you are a mastermind, said monster takes up one of your army slots. So you cannot have two armies and a giant monster, but you may have one army and one monster. ANYONE may have a giant monster. However, like armies, you must be REASONABLE when it comes to these. You CANNOT go around snapping your fingers and conjuring a new giant monster every time the previous one dies. Put some THOUGHT into it, please.


God Moding

A few standard rules, really…

You know, the basics, no auto-hitting, no one hit kill attacks, and please, if you get attacked by ten people at once, unless you teleport, chances are at least ONE of those attacks are going to hit.

Doomsday devices are allowable, BUT ONLY UNDER CERTAIN CIRCUMSTANCES. You cannot just snap your fingers and have a doomsday weapon. Such a thing should take several posts, fight scenes, and dialogues to create.


Nit-Picks

Now then. I will be the GM of this thread, and if anybody violates the above rules too many times, or in extreme cases, Lord Diov will be summoned into the thread in a dramatic fashion to revert things back to their natural state. After all problems have been taken care of, Lord Diov will depart the thread again until needed.

Please, no in-thread fighting. If you have any concerns/comments, please issue them using pms to the offender in question, and the thread GM. (Me.)


Cheers all. BEGIN!

The avatars stared with open shock at the mirror.

Then they both screamed, a fearsome scream of agony that echoed throughout the dimension.

And they simply faded away.

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The same thing happened to the avatar attacking Alex and Shoshemi.

((Tsk tsk. You're sill approaching this the wrong way. I told you, talking to the avatar will not work. There is only ONE VERY SPECIFIC WAY TO DEFEAT HIM. Anyone the avatar sees, he will judge.))

Both the avatars completely ignored Krystell's statement, and began throwing huge and various blasts of energy at her. Very soon the air was a practical storm of destructive energy.

A complete carbon copy of the Avatar rose on the street.

It immediately turned away from the real avatar, and started throwing bolts of lightning, light, and energy at Krystell.

The real avatar's lips curved into a smug smirk.

The carbon spark had copied the electrical and energized aspects of the avatar all right.

Including the single pure pattern that coursed throughout his being.

"Destroy the un-lawful."

The avatar simply stodd there, and didn't dodge or move otherwise as the fireball roared closer.

Lord Poe wanders into a random room.

"RANDOM COMMENT."

Lord White: "What?"

LP: "RANDOM COMMENT!"

LW: "?"

LP: "RANDOM COMMENT!"

Lord Kuro: "What's this?"

LP: "RANDOM COMMENT!"

LW: "Shut up Poe."

(Lord Poe glances around the room. Spots Lord Tribal walking around a corner. Poe goes right up to Tribal, and shouts full in his face...)

LP: RANDOM COMMENT!"

Lord Tribal: WHAA!

(Lord Tribal trips, and falls onto a nearby control panel. His shoulder blade hits a button.)

-----

The entire building moved a few inches to the right as a result of the button push, narrowly dodging the incoming Nuclear Missile.

((I'm still working on the next bit. Just put this in to make sure Lighthouse doesn't obliterate it.))

((Beleive it or not Krystell, you just negated the only way to kill the avatar. Now it's up to Alex and Shoshemi.))

The avatar didn't even seem to notice the change to the enviroment.

However, Krystell probably noticed something.

On the back wall, behind the judges podium...

Was a statue of the avatar of Justice, perfectly rendered, complete with staff.

Two odd things hit her about the statue though.

One, that the metal blindfold on the real avatar was also around this one.

Two, that it had a decided smug and wicked look on its lips.

Krystell probably hadn't intended to conjure the statue, it just seemed to form as the courthouse appeared.

Whether or not this was Krystell's dimension, she had just brought the avatar to its place of absolute power. She had just made him more powerful, and even tougher.

((Gotcha.))

-----

((Hey Alex, the five hands are punching/slapping you with enough force to obliterate black holes. Waiting on you there.))

((If Krystell can bend it, so can Diov. Simple as that, but let's not argue about it.))

The bar hit the avatar dead on, wrapped around his head, and blindfolded him.

He still seemed blissfully unaware of everything, however. Almost as if he hadn't noticed the metal bar.

Then, he stretched out his hand towards the sun.

-----

Krystell suddenly felt an intense heat behind her.

The sun was falling.

((Whatever happened to Psychological warfare? You're approaching this the wrong way. Here's a hint...

The avatar judges all he sees.

Really, there is one SIMPLE way to defeat him. A tiny little thing that can obliterate him in one hit. Think hard.))

The random elements simply faded away before they touched the avatar.

He seemed blissfully unaware that Krystell was heading towards him with sword death.

Almost TOO unaware. He was looking right at her, and he wasn't moving one inch. He HAD to be unaware. ...Right?

-----

She also saw the five hands descended towards Alex, and begin to punch and slap at her.

She had other things to worry about, because the avatar was charging, his staff bearing down.

As she finished that sentance, she noticed the screaming fireball that was no less then two centimeters from her face. The avatar had thrown it the second he saw the hairs on her head start to rise from the ground.

-----

The roundhouse hit the avatar...

Who simply looked down at the foot musing.

If anyone had been listening, they would have heard a soft crackling noise as Shoshemi's foot connection. Sadly, it was the apparent shattering of all Shoshemi's bones in her foot.

The avatar decided to follow that little insult up with a staff strike to the main part of Shoshemi's leg, and a lightning bolt blast towards her face.

Then the staff descended upon Krystell's head.

The avatar had let go of it when he had lost control. However, during Krystell's questions, and her further manipulation of her dimension, he attention must have lapsed. The avatar had remotely moved the staff slowly through the air until it was behind Krystell.

Fully charged with power, it descended towards her head. Even though it cleaved the air, it didn't even make a whisper. Krystell probably wouldn't detect it until it had cracked against her skull and fried her brains.

The avatar smirked, but didn't bother answering.

Suddenly the ground started to rise up to entomb Krystell.

The air exploded in a tremendous wave of heat.

The meateor was less then a second away from striking.

Far away in the distance, a mound of earth started to slowly climb into the sky...

The avatar frowned slightly.

"You saved the Earth."

He then raised his hand, and there was a flash of light...

There was a giant rumbling in the distance.

If Krystell had bothered looking up, she would hav seen the meteor which had appeared out of thin air screaming for her at well over the speed of sound.

((You saved the Earth...

Along with all the nuaghty people on it! Shame on you! You cruel monster! ))

The avatar simply swung his charged staff at Shoshemi as she flew forward.

His five new hands, now finding themselves target-less, all headed for Alex.

-----

The Avatar blinked.

Then vanished.

Right behind Krystell, the avatar had reappeared and shrunk down to normal size again. Both the staff and a bolt of energy were heading straight for the back of her head.

Both the attacks hit the avatar dead on.

It blinked, but otherwise seemed entirely unfazed.

It started to twirl its staff above its head again, purple energy gathering. It also advanced slowly through the air towards Shoshemi.

The avatar, (still twirling the staff in its right hand) extended its left hand...

From each finger, a tendril of flesh grew...

Until there were FIVE hands, one had grown from each finger-tip.

These five hands all started to extend and punch and slap at Shoshemi. They may have been mere extensions, but each hand was as powerful as the original.

Alex then noticed something.

Where the Avatar had struck her...

His staff had branded into her, searing right through her clothes and into her skin. A black inprint of the weapon was on her.

If she looked closely enough, she would also notice...

The marked skin and that around it was begining to melt.

The avatar raised its staff again, preparing for another strike...

And then with its left hand, shot a bolt of purest white lightning at Shoshemi again.

-----

The avatar stared at Krystell blankly.

Suddenly, she noticed something odd about it.

The avatar seemed much taller then it had been.

Then she realized it was becvause it WAS taller...

The avatar seemed to grow...

Within a few seconds, the avatar towered like a mountain in front of her, his form eclipsing the landscape.

His piercing white eyes glared at her like mammoth suns.

The avatar raised its staff, (now bigger then some houses) and it started to descend towards Krystell again.

The avatar simply walked right through the wall like it didn't even exist.

Krystell suddenly felt something strange. Hey eyes were drying up.

The avatar suddenly pulled back his staff...

and swung it.

It was sill;y, really. The avatar was still more then thirty feet away from Krystell.

Except something strange happened.

The rod GREW.

It was suddenly over fifty feet long, and the avatar was swinging it at ultra-long range, aiming for Krystell's head.