(Non-Cannon, RP, Battle, Fantasy, Hypothetical) The Match Of Odds

[K2]

This is a Hypothetical Battle which, while not cannon (meaning nothing in this topic really happens in the plot) is set in the GE Plot. Anyone feel free to join.
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Sirius stood still as the wind blew on him once more, such lovely weather. Here he had been standing for some time, he knew, pondering life. However; there was no particular reason that Sirius could see for why he was standing in such a place as this - the middle of the dirt road which carved throughout the pumpkin that was the town of Surchgrove. This town a desolate one on whatever planet it was, in comparison to the city lights, made Sirius wonder what he was doing here.
Still, after what must have been an hour of standing still, Sirius found energy within his body. Slowly, he lifted his left foot. What happened next was particularly shocking for him, though he did not know why, despite the fact that young children and women alike were staring oddly at him. Sirius walked forward. He took the step he'd been searching for and walked into the bar before him.
The bar was a very quiet one, for it was day time. However; it was custom, apparently, in this culture, to serve at all times of the day. And so, Sirius walked forward, and the bartender poured him a drink, whatever he was serving. Sirius dropped a gold coin of sorts on the bar counter and began drinking, not caring for any other words of exchange until the bartender broke the silence, something that did not happen as the bartender simply grunted and went back to whatever he'd been doing.

[Zero]

Slowly Veritas came out of  the restroom nearby.  He had been reading up on Ancient texts and he had lost track of time. This musn't happen again  he realized and so he put away the book he was reading one on the combination and application of both the force and magic. He needed to learn how to combine those perfectly in battle so that he would have a major advantage.   He then noticed Sirius. He remembered he had set an Infinity Bind up on the bar to trap the first magic user who came here besides himself just to see if such a spell would indeed work for him.   He decided to give a  new attack a try.  Something he had been studying but had never really gotten courageous enough to put it to use.  "Hello my captive. "

[Orph]

"Another." Was all that came out of Abel mouth as the bartender looked at him oddly, for the man set down the shot glass with a skeletal arm. The bartender, knowing that it was better not to make a ruckus around such odd folk. His cousin did that once, all they found was a fucking pile of dust. So he just poured the man another shot and waited, becoming aware that his bottle of vodka was slowly becoming emptier and emptier. "Jesus man, how much are you going to drink?" The bartender questioned, laughing as he set down the bottle next to him. "Just pay me for the entire thing, better to let you do it yourself." He said walking away to help other customers. "Hello my captive." A voice said from behind him, bringing out of the odd man known as Abel. "Shut up you fat sack of shit!" Abel yelled as he turned around and threw the bottle of vodka at the voice. "I'm trying to drink peacefully here! But you've pissed me off!" Abel roared as the other patrons of the bar disappeared, teleported from the area. The bartender however was left behind the counter. "You stay there, I'm going to need a drink after this!" Abel ordered. "Bring it you little bitch!"

[Zero]

Unfortunately for him the throw was not well recieved by the intended reicipient who simply thought about the bottle exploding in the hand of thr thrower and that became reality for this infidel.   Veritas was in no mood for petty games.   He decided Duro too would join in this fight as he would need all the help he could possibly obtain against these two thick headed idiots.   Both were viewed as Idiots since they clearly lacked the ability to think clearly about the binding he had used.   Veritas then simply said to his opponet, this 'Abel' was it. "You can't win.  Look at the future.  You are defeated.  Your body becomes a pelt on my wall. "   Veritas then decided to prepare himself for a  war that would soon be coming and so he tapped into an ancient power.    He then unleashed said power to paralyze all opponets in the area  completely and to prevent them from moving at all. It indeed was a type of barrier, but more of a web made out of sticky strands out of magic that wouldn't easily be ripped appart.  Veritas had learned this talent in the heat of battle and so why not use it now?

[K2]

Sirius felt aught-of-a-sudden.. Urges on him, spells being casted upon him. A sort of matter first began to compress him, stopped as he simply teleported the matter away. And then, Sirius felt something trying to teleport HIM away. He fought the urge and remained in place at his seat, turning to see the ruckus evolving between two men, distinctively different from each other.
One man, standing behind the other a ways, Sirius was almost certain had just called Sirius a captive. The man was dressed in odd clothing in comparison, Sirius thought, too his own get up of a black T-Shirt and blue jeans, a fashion common in a place like this. Whoever this man was, Sirius could already tell that he was quite the odd man. Sirius didn't really want to get involved with him, but he didn't look all that strong.
The other man was a different story all together. He was probably drunk, Sirius noted. Whoever he was, the man was angry for no real reason. Another bar fight, Sirius realized, was evolving right in front of him because of this guy, whoever he was. Or, as Sirius began to think as he observed the man's features.. WHAT Ever he was.
The man had an arm of simply bones. That in itself was odd. While Sirius could note by the magic signatures of both of these guys that they were actively using their magic for some reason or another beyond immortality at the moment (or within the last few moments), Sirius wasn't exactly sure about the odd guy's strength. But the drunk-ish guy? His power signature seemed fairly high.. Fun.
And then, Sirius saw it evolve more. A bottle broke. All hell was loose, Sirius knew. And then, he couldn't move. His body had just been paralyzed! How the hell was this all happening so fast, and who were these guys!? And why was Sirius involved, for that matter?
Sirius sighed and decided that there was one quick way to resolve this matter. Sirius began to concentrate on the odd man, and tried to summon black fire next to him.. All did not go as planned, as suddenly Sirius saw a sticky web of sorts being lit by his black fire.. And black fire was coming straight towards him on a string of sorts, also going towards the seemingly drunk man.
Thinking fast, Sirius began to put this fire out with White Water. Following its burning out, Sirius could again move, as the web had been burned away. But now, Sirius was mad. He demanded from the odd man, "Who do you think you are?"

[Zero]

Veritas then sighed. Clearly this old man Sirius was more trouble than he was worth.  So he would weave a stronger Paralysis Web this time.  One that could not be so easily escaped from by his enemies and also a sticky web to make their attacks useless against him as it was simply a return to sender type of ability that he would utilize.   All he simply had to do was deal with the problem.  He quickly utilized the constructed magic hidden in his pendant to accomplish the task of rewearving his abilities that would hold his enemies in place.   He had then decided it was time to use the Sword Excalibur against his opponets.  The blade  teleported to his hand.

[K2]

As another web surrounded him, Sirius cursed. Easily, though, Sirius could escape such an idea as trying to hold someone in place. Sirius teleported to an area of the room without the web. Now, glancing down upon his enemy from atop the bar counter, Sirius shook his head. "When engaging someone in battle, it is polite to introduce yourself. Since you have not done that as you should have, I must take the first step. I am Sirius," he said, introducing himself.
"And oh, if you want to keep someone in place, there's a much better way to do it. But I find trying to hold a victim in place useless.. Grip."
A very thick, black smoke began to coat the floor of the bar. It formed into a ball of sorts, moving and compacting within itself. And then, it shot up. Formed into a giant hand of sorts. And the smoke hand gripped many layers of the web which coated areas of the room, pulling all of the web towards it, and rolling the web into a ball of sorts. Once all the web was in the hand, the hand drew back and threw the ball, about the size of a normal head, towards the odd man.

[Orph]

"I'll fucking rape your face!" Abel roared as the bottle exploded in his hand, the only thing that kept him from lunging across the room was the paralysis spell, it didn't hold for that long as black fire streaked along the webs towards him. Quickly his coated himself in a thin layer of white water, so when the black fire made contact it did absolutely nothing. He was free, and his enemy's attention was focused on the other man. He acted quickly, throwing himself towards his enemy with his skeletal outstretched. His hand aimed for his throat.

[Zero]

Veritas saw his 2 opponets about to attack and thought of a clever strategy.   He then made himself grow gills and flooded them room with water that was like acid to all but the creator of the acid. The creator of it was the only one unharmed by the Water that would be used.    He then directed the water to splash in the air forming Veritas  and showing it was his name and then he directed the 'acid' to hit  both of his enemies along with another sticky web that would return their attacks to them. "My name is Veritas. "    Then the 'liquid' turned into Ice quickly freezing all it touched except it's creator.    He then enhanded the sticky webs with energy from the force.    The webs enveloped his opponets trapping them in a very powerful type of energy that would restrain them from using most of their magic.

[K2]

(So they're trapped in a semi-AM web bind and frozen in acid ice which has flooded the whole room? And any attack we do make is reflected back at us..)

Sirius was frozen solid. He couldn't move a bit, and he knew that a variety of web surrounded him in addition to the ice which was burning through his skin, no doubt a result of the acid frozen within it. There was only one thing Sirius could think to do, one spell that came to the top of his head. One that most newbies to magic should even know: The use of magic to carve through matter. Hammer Palm.
Sirius's hand lit red as he concentrated on the use of energy to cut. Slowly, the ice around his body was cut. Eventually, a good-sized portion of the ice around him was gone, and he stood in an empty area within the ice. Now, he brought his hand down, and began to cut the invisible web which held him from moving from that location. It took some time, but Sirius soon could move. Though, he knew there was a much easier way to deal with the ice (and his spell library now not limited by semi-AM properties meant more far-range attacks were again an option.)
"Sun," Sirius muttered. Sirius could see light being carried into the ice. Looking up, Sirius smiled. Light was shining through the wooden roof of the building and into the bar, and it began to melt the ice. Quickly, Sirius relied on his Oxygen Dependency as his feet descended to wood once more, and the water of the ice began to be evaporated by the sun, which had been focused in the bar by Sirius's spell.

[Orph]

Abel laughed mockingly, for this acid, and this ice, and hell even the webs didn't even make contact with him. As soon as the liquid began to fill the room he teleported out of the bar, and launched his own attack. Unleashing a dangerous type of magic.. Existence. He removed the bar and the surrounded square mile and pushed it out of existence. Into the endless void that was God's blank canvas, into the abyss where men go mad when they look out into the infinite of the area. "Now, I don't need to worry about casualties!" He roared as he unleashed a massive wave of black fire towards the bar, turning into a micro-size sun formed out of black fire. And that sun was barreling towards that bar like a bat out of hell, but Abel was done yet. After that he grouped together the nearby clouds and formed a large ball of water, as that was finished he electrified the water with a special type of electricity. Black Lightning, it would stay moving throughout the water until Abel's magic diminished. Even if the water was dispersed it would just create a field of steam that had enough electricity in it to power a capital ship. Which is exactly what Abel did, he dispersed the water and threw it around the arena. If they tried to leave the bar they'd be in a electrified mist! If they didn't leave the bar they'd be destroyed by the black fire.

[Zero]

Veritas saw both attacks coming.  He sighed. Couldn't his foes be any smarter? Apparently not.  So he simply made a gesture and white water filled the area cancelling out the effects of the Black Fire  and neutralizing the steam full of the black lightning due to the Semi AM property he invested into that particular movement.   He then realized what Abel had done and decided it was time to use Divine Light on his opponets.   A spell mastered by few and controlled by few. It would incinerate on contact any besides the maker of said spell and even then the maker would be highly damaged for a while afterwards.   Still though, it was better than being massacred and so he unleashed that spell to fry all his enemies in the area.

[Orph]

((White water can't fit into a room filled with acidic ice, and the lightning never came into contact with the AM web. And magic being used to make AM things is just contradictory, since it would cancel out its own magic. The steam is every outside the bar.))

[Zero]

(Old Post void)

Veritas sighed. He cancelled the Acidic Ice he had summoned by utilizing the power of the force to blast it into shards.   Next he focused on the steam problem his opponet had summoned into the field.  He then created a  lightning Rod sort of thing in the middle of the bar with his magic and enchanted it to draw all the steam around it instead of blocking his escape. He then teleported outside.   Once he sensed the lightning gone he immediately teleported back inside where it was 'safe'  and then unleashed a barrage of force lightning at both of his enemies, something magic couldn't block.

[Zero]

(G2G)

[Gaserlake]

(Meh.)

Behind him, Gaserlake hit Veritas in the head with a bottle of vodka. The alcohol does not actually make Aralangs drunk; it just stimulates them. They have the same symptoms as being drunk, but it isn't uncontrollable, and they don't lose logic. They could resist the effects if the wanted to, but this is not the case, until he joined the fight. Gaserlake laughed, and shouted, "BAR FIGHT!" And Gaserlake slowly became unstimulated.

[K2]

(OOC: Posting order is Hawk >> Gaser >> Me >> Orph.)
Seeing all the chaos around him, Sirius teleported outside of the bar, wherever that is. However; he quickly saw that he was not in the dimension he had been in. He was.. Falling! Quickly, he held his body in place, thus floating in the white void of.. nothing? The magical signatures of three.. no, at least four people were all that surrounded the area. They weren't in that dimension anymore, wherever they were.. Unless they were in a pocket dimension.
Sirius glanced over to Abel. That man.. He was the one who had done whatever had happened to the bar. Sirius could faintly feel a trace of this man's magic a few miles out in each direction, and it seemed as if this indicated there was some kind of barrier of energy shaping a large area. Sirius followed this shape, thinking.. It was like a ring around the radius they were in.. What was this spell? What was happening to them?
"You, there!" Sirius yelled to Abel, who was a good ways away from him. Sirius knew his voice was being displayed far enough thanks to Sound Cast, a spell which emitted volume of the speaker in a further range. "What is this spell you've casted!?"
Sirius glanced upon the bar, shaking his head. Something would certainly have to be done about that building and the pest inside. However; Sirius felt that another individual was inside. That ruined his plan to simply dismantle the building with magic. He wasn't going to simply let anyone inside die. Except that one guy who had bothered him, starting this fight, of course. Sirius sighed. He had a feeling that this Abel guy could attack him for no reason now (he didn't seem like the most sane of people), and he didn't really want to waste his energy on a clone. Of course, there was always.. that ability.
Sirius's form was displayed, only an image, inside the bar. Not a clone, and as such certainly not living. It was simply a medium for Sirius to speak and observe through.. Inside, he saw something somewhat of shock. The man responsible for all this had just received a blow from an odd humanoid figure of sorts. He heard the words "BAR FIGHT!" yelled, and that was it. All hell would no doubt break loose next.. Fun.
"You're going to want to get out of this bar," Sirius informed Gaserlake before his image faded.
Outside, Sirius held out his hands in the direction of the bar. The entire forms of the arms, the skin and everything, began to spread out and extend, as well as grow a bit thinner, only to regain their widths. They were stretching. The stretching only accelerated. Finally, the arms extended quite a many feet out until they grasped onto the door handles of the bar.. And then, Sirius found his arms lit with black fire. First at the shoulders, and then further down as it spread. It eventually reached the bar, spreading to it, as the entire bar began to be lit with black fire.. And the alcohol would only enhance the fire.

[Zero]

Veritas saw the Black Fire and unleashed White Water as quick as thought dousing the flames and flooding the building by which point he had grown gills again.  He then turned the white water to White Ice with a tempature lowering maneuver.  After he finished performing that technique he decided to use a special technique.  Surrender.

[Gaserlake]

But Veritas reacted slower, as he was disorientated from a bottle of vodka hitting on his head from behind. Gaserlake knew it was a way of surrender. "Don't mess with us again."

Gaserlake almost walked out of the bar and... What the fuck?! A white void? This is more random than him yelling "BAR FIGHT" and hitting a bottle of vodka. Of course, we are in a different dimension, than we originally were, or we just encountered an existence failure. It's a different dimension, alright, as Gaserlake lost link with the other Aralangs. By now, they are searching for Gaserlake.

Gaserlake almost stepped off of the bar. He has nothing to be afraid of, as the black fire is gone. He would survive for an amount of time, as he experienced black fire before. That would cause an adaption to it. The adaption is not 100%, but enough to be effective.

Gaserlake looked down at the white void. Nothing is to be seen. He went around to the back door of the bar, and still, a white void. He stepped out, without jumping, and he fell, but it only lasted for several seconds. He found in a crater, of where the bar should be. Pipes are open, flushing out water, filling the crater. Voids have no space. They are just a spacetime wall. Gaserlake then linked himself with the other Aralangs.

[K2]

(Guys, give Orph a chance to post; the last two posts are null.
EDIT: Nevermind, Orph's bored with this topic.)

But, the ice began to harden.. Into another substance. Metal. Slowly, the entire building - and all its insides - were not ice, but metal. As for Veritas? He was trapped within the metal. As far as Sirius was concerned, this fight was just about over. There was no way that this man would survive the next attack Sirius had up his sleeves, as weak as he apparently was.
Boiling Metal. The entire building began to slowly.. simmer!? Quicker and quicker, it was boiling. Temperature was rising. Veritas, too, would without a doubt boil inside the metal building. Veritas was as good as dead. Soon, he'd be a part of Sirius's.. collection. Sirius would make this metal building a sword. With Veritas's soul and spirit infused inside it. What a weak sword..

[Gaserlake]

(Oh, crud. Sorry.)

[K2]

(Oh, crud. Sorry.)

(OOC: Nvm, see my last post, edited.)

[Zero]

However Veritas was  prepared for such a problem as the one Veritas posed.   He then used a spell to transform himself into living acid and then he ate through the boiling metal.     Once the metal stopped being in his way he transformed back to normal and then began to generate  high levels of magic which he turned into deadly radiation and wove into a sticky web of magic that covered everyone except himself.  "Chump.  Do you think such a tactic would work on me?"   He then unleashed a very large amount of power determined to obliterate Sirius from Existence.

[Gaserlake]

Gaserlake looked around, and saw large bag. It appears to be forced open, as the entrance has rips and tears. He grabbed the bag, appears to have nothing in it. He looked in, and saw... white. It's a pocket dimension.

[K2]

(OOC: They aren't in a pocket dimension. They're not even in the dimensional plane. They're in the white of nothing, further even from the dimensional sea.)

Sirius grinned as his spell began to work itself into the void that was nothingness, and into the battlefield. Into the fabrics that made up the fibers of nonexistence, the paper God had not drawn on. Even here, Sirius knew, this next spell would work. While they could not return to the dimensional plane until one of them died, they still would be able to preform that one attack. So, Sirius would give it his all.. And really, such a simple attack.. It couldn't fail.
Sirius's entire form - and the web too - stood still. It was the white around them moving. Ripples moved throughout the white. And slowly, it became black. Sirius turned into a puddle of sorts, and then he was gone.. And back again, right behind Veritas. Sirius began to fly around Veritas, the web still attached to him.. Because now, Sirius had slack from the spiral teleportation he'd just used. The web was pulling through a portal of sorts in the white, giving him slack. And with that slack, Sirius tied the web around Veritas nice and tight before turning into a form of water to escape the web, dripping off the web, and re-materializing as solid. Sirius and Veritas had switched places.
"I really don't have too much time to deal with you," Sirius said, obviously annoyed, "so I'll make this quick.. And as for you down there!" he yelled towards Gaserlake, "Don't get in my way!"
Sirius held out his hand in the direction of the bar. Part of the wood of the bar chipped off and came flying through the white. It stopped when it met Sirius's hand, who grabbed it firm. With that done, Sirius grinned, pointing his other hand at Veritas's stomach. Slowly, both of Sirius's hands began to glow blue. "I'm going to bind your soul!"
Slowly, but surely, Veritas's soul was surfacing towards the skin..
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