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BLAZING OCEAN
an amorphous shapeshifting bioweapon created by the Red Technocracy.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Kronos
So begins...
BLAZING OCEAN's Story
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BLAZING OCEAN appears through the most classic of means; it walks through the door. BLAZING OCEAN's soulless interior is clad in a harmless exterior, the skin of a well known teetotaler around Wing City. It casually slides up to the bar, slouching forward and expectantly locking its gaze on the side of Cyroface's head.
BLAZING OCEAN instead ordered a drink from the bartender on duty. He paid with several heavy coins, foreign make.
BLAZING OCEAN turned with mechanical precision and moved towards BlueWind. "Looking for a good time?" it said, a phrase uncharacteristic of its conservatively dressed, middle-age, male host.
BLAZING OCEAN slithered in through the drainpipe. The nearly transparent but silvery liquid plopped out of the urinal and slid across the bathroom floor like a moving puddle. It made its way across to under the bar and burnt through piping that led to a tap, lodging itself deep inside the beer.
BLAZING OCEAN slithered in through the pipes. The silver amorphous mass squeezed out of the men's urinal and immediately stuck to the wall, slithering along the trim in a way that no one would notice. The silver mass went flat and slid under the men's room door, before rapidly making its way to the bar. The mass burnt through the tap with a hiss and entered into the beer supply.
Meanwhile, a small lady that might appear to be none other than a 14 year old girl huddled in an anti-social manner in one corner of the bar, nursing a beer in an anti-social manner. She had went out of her way to avoid being targeted in the chaos, disregarding the fact that cute little girls are excellent targets for shady characters looking to prove how awful they are to others. ...The beer tasted funny, very funny actually. However, she did not complain.
"What? What do you mean, there's something in the beer?" Cryoface was outraged while on the phone, presumably with a supplier. "I am locking this place down while you issue a recall order on that lot, and you had BETTER do it before I decide to get angry."
He slammed the receiver down and went out to the main bar. "Attention patrons. I have a rather unfortunate announcement to make--due to an upcoming health and safety inspection concerning a recent shipment, the bar is to be closed both for a follow-up to the fumigation of the face-huggers and for removal of tainted supplies, effective IMMEDIATELY."
He glanced over to Valorie, unknowingly nursing a glass of the altered substance. Was this what Anodyne and her company meant by spiking a drink?
He slammed the receiver down and went out to the main bar. "Attention patrons. I have a rather unfortunate announcement to make--due to an upcoming health and safety inspection concerning a recent shipment, the bar is to be closed both for a follow-up to the fumigation of the face-huggers and for removal of tainted supplies, effective IMMEDIATELY."
He glanced over to Valorie, unknowingly nursing a glass of the altered substance. Was this what Anodyne and her company meant by spiking a drink?
Valorie slowly looked up and her eyes just sort of... drifted over towards Cryoface. W-What had he just said? She seemed slightly put off, to say the least.
Marcus and his Swampert, Blue, walked casually into the bar. He was looking for a good time. It was Marcus's first time in Wing City. He was told to go to this Bar if he wanted to meet people. Marcus didn't care for alcohol, but if he wanted to meet fun people, this seemed like the place to go.
Blue let out a yawning noise. Marcus looked over to him and laughed. "Come on Buddy," said Marcus, "Let's find a table and see if we can't find someone to talk to. Marcus picked a booth near a corner of the bar. He noticed what appeared to be a young girl drinking something out of a glass. Well this is an interesting place, thought Marcus.
Blue let out a yawning noise. Marcus looked over to him and laughed. "Come on Buddy," said Marcus, "Let's find a table and see if we can't find someone to talk to. Marcus picked a booth near a corner of the bar. He noticed what appeared to be a young girl drinking something out of a glass. Well this is an interesting place, thought Marcus.
A powerful psychic force blocked the remote voice out of Valorie's mind rather abruptly, with a simple telepathic 'Begone, she's mine...' in the tone of a faint whisper in response. Valorie meanwhile seemed to relax slightly, looking down at her glass. As if on cue, her stomach groaned and she made a face.
Perhaps this had been a bad day to get drunk? She slowly shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. Meanwhile, Marcus would find that the girl was acting very anti-social in her body language, almost a bit neurotic. Perhaps she was afraid of something?
Perhaps this had been a bad day to get drunk? She slowly shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. Meanwhile, Marcus would find that the girl was acting very anti-social in her body language, almost a bit neurotic. Perhaps she was afraid of something?
"Sorry, buddy, you'll have to find somewhere else to get drunk," Cryoface deadpanned as he waved Marcus away. "I'm shutting 'er down. Recall just came in for part of our shipment, and I can't have anyone else drinking the stuff."
He continued to sweep his arms. "Everybody out. Scoot. Or however else you move."
He continued to sweep his arms. "Everybody out. Scoot. Or however else you move."
"I don't drink my friend," said Marcus to Cryoface, "I'm just here to rest tired feet, is it not all right that I sit here and relax?"
Marcus looked at the girl, "But if there is something to look into it's that girl over there, she seems... off." Marcus picked up his bag just in case he was forced to leave. He was worried for the girl... Sometimes Marcus felt he shouldn't meddle, but now wasn't one of those times.
Marcus looked at the girl, "But if there is something to look into it's that girl over there, she seems... off." Marcus picked up his bag just in case he was forced to leave. He was worried for the girl... Sometimes Marcus felt he shouldn't meddle, but now wasn't one of those times.
Valorie looked up as she recognized she was being talked to, looking over at Marcus with a half-attentive look in her magical eyes. Right. Magic eyes. Her eyes were the color and texture of the northern lights, and looking into them provided a pleasant sensation of the supernatural variety. "Nnn..." she started in a slightly slurred manner. Her eyes narrowed and she stopped herself however when she got the distinct feeling of something shifting inside her. Oh... Arceus. She tensed, but refused to give in to the slight nausea that cropped up. The only thing that could suck harder than being sick was /getting/ sick.
Standing up, she brushed off her skirt and wobbled a bit. "I-I'm fine... I just had a bit too much to drink..." she said in a reassuring manner, and to be fair... she had.
Standing up, she brushed off her skirt and wobbled a bit. "I-I'm fine... I just had a bit too much to drink..." she said in a reassuring manner, and to be fair... she had.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
A thick silver liquid began to seep from under a filthy manhole cover on Main Street. The manhole burbled and a bubble of the silvery substance burst from the edge. Another burble, and a thick glob of the liquid spewed out like pus. As BLAZING OCEAN reached critical mass, the silver mass pulled itself up from the sewers and then spread into a glistening shallow puddle. The asphalt sizzled and the liquid bubbled. A shape began to rise from the puddle like a sunken shift raised from the ocean floor. Long and narrow, dozens of smaller ridges formed on the shape and seemed to slide from its back towards the ground. The silvery liquid soaked into the forming shape like water into a dry sponge. As BLAZING OCEAN formed, the silver turned black and liquid pulled itself upwards on the small ridges to form conical legs. An alien face with four menacing pincers emerged on the shimmering body. As the final rivulets of silver liquid wrapped around BLAZING OCEAN's new form, it let out a loud chirp from its newly formed mouth.
Enter the killipede.
Enter the killipede.
The killipede reared its four-segmented head and hissed at Jegun, spewing flecks of acid spittle that made the sidewalk sizzle. The gestalt entity that now controlled the killipede recognized the threat; the man had drawn his sword and would try to end its existence.
The killipede skittered towards the wall at this provocation. Its torso bent into the curve with an alien amount of flexibility. At the same time the black carapace that covered its back faded back into silver and a tendril of the silver liquid whipped into the air, launching a conical spike of itself at Jegun with a ferocious crack.
The killipede skittered towards the wall at this provocation. Its torso bent into the curve with an alien amount of flexibility. At the same time the black carapace that covered its back faded back into silver and a tendril of the silver liquid whipped into the air, launching a conical spike of itself at Jegun with a ferocious crack.
To most viewers, Jegun simply vanished for the spike's path. Muscles coiled and jumped, the man's sudden diagonal leap impossibly fast...for a mere human. From landing to swift charge, he closed with the creature at a new angle, hidden instincts whispering when to shift to veer from a new threat, his course equally impossible to predict.
When he'd drawn close, however, was when he revealed his feint. Concrete cracked underfoot as he reversed direction, sailing back the way he'd came in a long spring, twisting in the air as he did so. The air crackled with a sudden flurry of lights, the motion following the cleaving arc of the cutlass, motes of ice coalescing into a far larger scything moon that ripped apart the air with a howl. And yet the man was not finished. Even as he began to sink towards the ground, his aerial flight began anew with another spring, a panel of ice forming and shattering underfoot as he traversed the width of the street.
Multiple thrusts of his swords accompanied, at each the gathering burst of ice as multiple spears, each nearly five inches in diameter and over eight feet long tearing inwards toward the killipede with lightning speed. Now, with the cover of more flashy attacks occupying attention, did Jegun unveil the true feint. A final spring, the power behind it blowing apart the frosted panel he launched from. Sheathed blade held in left, right hand clasping hilt, his eyes glowed with an inner brilliance and he shot a low path for the monster's opposing flank. And with his burst of speed, would arrive but a scant moment after the spears struck.
Once close, quiet words uttered at the blisteringly fast drawing slash that the Judicar unleashed, a surging, rising crosswise strike. "Storm Fang."
Ice and freezing water blossomed with the blow, a dense, compressed burst of eldritch power giving the sword a far greater sized blade to cleave into and through the surface of his foe. Where the other powers has been to distract, this was the intended attack, focusing the full fury of the surge of frozen power into a single great edge, designed to cut into a target and then explode in a storm of cold energy all the better to bring down the largest of foes.
Yet a blademaster follows through, as Jegun even painted a skidded path of ice over the ground and skated an arc around the killipede, clicking his saber home as he turned to view the effects of his efforts.
When he'd drawn close, however, was when he revealed his feint. Concrete cracked underfoot as he reversed direction, sailing back the way he'd came in a long spring, twisting in the air as he did so. The air crackled with a sudden flurry of lights, the motion following the cleaving arc of the cutlass, motes of ice coalescing into a far larger scything moon that ripped apart the air with a howl. And yet the man was not finished. Even as he began to sink towards the ground, his aerial flight began anew with another spring, a panel of ice forming and shattering underfoot as he traversed the width of the street.
Multiple thrusts of his swords accompanied, at each the gathering burst of ice as multiple spears, each nearly five inches in diameter and over eight feet long tearing inwards toward the killipede with lightning speed. Now, with the cover of more flashy attacks occupying attention, did Jegun unveil the true feint. A final spring, the power behind it blowing apart the frosted panel he launched from. Sheathed blade held in left, right hand clasping hilt, his eyes glowed with an inner brilliance and he shot a low path for the monster's opposing flank. And with his burst of speed, would arrive but a scant moment after the spears struck.
Once close, quiet words uttered at the blisteringly fast drawing slash that the Judicar unleashed, a surging, rising crosswise strike. "Storm Fang."
Ice and freezing water blossomed with the blow, a dense, compressed burst of eldritch power giving the sword a far greater sized blade to cleave into and through the surface of his foe. Where the other powers has been to distract, this was the intended attack, focusing the full fury of the surge of frozen power into a single great edge, designed to cut into a target and then explode in a storm of cold energy all the better to bring down the largest of foes.
Yet a blademaster follows through, as Jegun even painted a skidded path of ice over the ground and skated an arc around the killipede, clicking his saber home as he turned to view the effects of his efforts.
The gestalt being sensed the sudden motion and commotion. The killipede dropped away from the wall, whipping its torso back onto the ground, and surged forward as the ice spears struck the wall behind it. The black carapace along its back gave way to the silvery liquid. Circular shapes crawled under the creatures skin as the killipede reared its head towards the swordsman.
Jegun's cold blade cleaved the killipede in half. The silvery liquid hardened and frosted along the cut. But the rest of its body. Its back erupted like a dye pack. Dozens of sharp silver tendrils raced upwards to grip around Jugen's torso with the speed of a jellyfish's stinger. Smaller spiked tendrils exploded towards his legs from the killipede's flank, intended to maim rather than grab.
Jegun's cold blade cleaved the killipede in half. The silvery liquid hardened and frosted along the cut. But the rest of its body. Its back erupted like a dye pack. Dozens of sharp silver tendrils raced upwards to grip around Jugen's torso with the speed of a jellyfish's stinger. Smaller spiked tendrils exploded towards his legs from the killipede's flank, intended to maim rather than grab.
The man loosed a curse as he leaped backwards, once again betraying more than human ability with the swiftness of his motion.
"Kyriel..."
Aye.
What erupted from Jegun next was something wholly unexpected, his voice becoming a resounding howl, loud enough to rattle the damaged building fronts around him more. It was a sound that was unearthly in its pitch and timber, a voice full of raging fury. Yet if one could listen, among the raw primal sound, there was a word spoken in an ancient language.
"Froezthfeirie!"
And with the howl, the voice of the man and of something beastial twined as one, came a torrent of white fire, blasting wide and high in the manner of a dragon's breath. And yet, should the creature realize it even as the wall of destructive power came upon it with the fury of a tempest, it would note that this was not true flame. Indeed, all it touched froze over, coated in a glowing rime of ice. Even as it rolled over still smoldering flames, the fire itself froze, snuffed out within the icy prison that had entrapped it.
Jegun himself, however, did not pause to see the effectiveness of what he'd unleashed, expelling the last of the breath and leaping backwards once more to clear it's area. On landing, he turned to continue on, satisfied that even should the monstrosity survive the frozen fire he'd spat, it would have sufficient warning that this particular prey was far more deadly than it could have fathomed. He rubbed at his throat, speeding his pace with a rapid jog down the road.
"Kyriel..."
Aye.
What erupted from Jegun next was something wholly unexpected, his voice becoming a resounding howl, loud enough to rattle the damaged building fronts around him more. It was a sound that was unearthly in its pitch and timber, a voice full of raging fury. Yet if one could listen, among the raw primal sound, there was a word spoken in an ancient language.
"Froezthfeirie!"
And with the howl, the voice of the man and of something beastial twined as one, came a torrent of white fire, blasting wide and high in the manner of a dragon's breath. And yet, should the creature realize it even as the wall of destructive power came upon it with the fury of a tempest, it would note that this was not true flame. Indeed, all it touched froze over, coated in a glowing rime of ice. Even as it rolled over still smoldering flames, the fire itself froze, snuffed out within the icy prison that had entrapped it.
Jegun himself, however, did not pause to see the effectiveness of what he'd unleashed, expelling the last of the breath and leaping backwards once more to clear it's area. On landing, he turned to continue on, satisfied that even should the monstrosity survive the frozen fire he'd spat, it would have sufficient warning that this particular prey was far more deadly than it could have fathomed. He rubbed at his throat, speeding his pace with a rapid jog down the road.
Spyri pointed west, towards a building seemingly inspired by Eastern Earth architecture, if one knew what that was.
"See that... funny curvy roof, west more? That is Master's Dojo"
"See that... funny curvy roof, west more? That is Master's Dojo"
"They have no right!" Spyri let loose, going on about how the Aschen thought they owned the place, "And really!" She didn't even have the present patience to properly appreciate the awesome vehicle they had arrived in.
"I'm sorry about that. You don't deserve that, especially after all you've been through. Wing City is great, but..." She trailed off into thought for a moment before snapping to. Aha!
"There's somewhere else we can look, for a Chi Master. Here, let's check Wing City Gardens. There's usually people meditating and talking to the flora. I bet we'll run into someone useful there!" Spyri pointed north and hopped in the kilitholulgulth.
"I'm sorry about that. You don't deserve that, especially after all you've been through. Wing City is great, but..." She trailed off into thought for a moment before snapping to. Aha!
"There's somewhere else we can look, for a Chi Master. Here, let's check Wing City Gardens. There's usually people meditating and talking to the flora. I bet we'll run into someone useful there!" Spyri pointed north and hopped in the kilitholulgulth.
“That was weird,” Niku stated plainly as he walked to the back of the dojo to retrieve his kilitholulgulth. “But not your fault, Spyri. As long as there not too many of them, I stick around.” He paused, listening to her proposition. “Okay, we go there then to the gardens. Wait… you want to go there tonight or tomorrow? It is getting late and you know where I stay,” he replied. “You will come to ho-tel tomorrow to find me?”
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