FOR SCIENCE [Test, closed]

[Kismet]

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Captain Falcon breathed deeply, marshaled the boiling anger within him as he watched his nightmarish opponent beginning his stroke. The katana, the most revered weapon of the Rising Sun, gleamed with deathly purpose in the hands of this shadowy warrior. Despite its elegance, the sword was a tool to be wielded irrespectively of the morality of the hand that guided it, its sole design to take life. Captain Falcon held no such tools to carve a path for right or wrong, only his two hands with which to sculpt the world-a better world, where the strong protected the weak instead of preying upon them. Where strength was measured by character as well as martial prowess. And so he himself could not be a tool to his own emotions. He was master of his rage, his emotions a subtle knife that bent to his will. Surrounded by death, filth, and the ghostly arrival of more demonic warriors, the true mind remained untainted and unafraid. There would be a reckoning here today, when wicked steel met flaming fist, and only Justice would prevail. The sword swept high, then arced backwards, slicing towards his hip. Captain Falcon at first began to lean backwards to avoid the initial strike, but his low stance prevented the high blow from being an issue, until it doubled back around.

“Oh yeah.” He said, smiling. “I got this.”

As the sword flashed forth, Captain Falcon legs once again exploded with energy, hurling him skyward. He was the second fastest man in the Smash Universe, and infinitely cooler than the quickest. And he was going to make sure everyone knew that as he pummeled this punk into oblivion. Rocketing to the left and over the blade, he ricocheted off the wall and launched himself behind his opponent, whipping his legs outward in a spinning heel kick as he flew through the air at incredible speed. This confined prison cell was Captain Falcon’s playground. The narrow walls and confining bars were simply bumpers for him to rocket around on. He wasn’t locked in here with these savages.

They were locked in here with him.

Of course, there was the possibility that his blinding speed wouldn’t be enough. In fact, he was counting on the fact that his opponent could probably bring his weapon around in time. He had a plan. And that plan was to kick this guy’s ass.

[Angel]

Kaos however wasn't paying any attention to her surroudings.. and in fact wasn't even really in the current present as they knew it. She was in her own mind so completely that it was if she was experiencing something completely different. Taking from her mind, she created a perfect replica of the cell are around around her... but this time converted it to her own minds eye as a elegant looking room perfect for a little princess. She was alone in this room, the enemy that was confronting her and her companion weren't anywhere to be seen.

In reality, Kaos' body started glowing a bit before it started levitating quickly off the ground. It did that until it was almost as high as the celing, and there she moved to a corner. At such a height, hopefully she would be defended against the worst. But something was awakening within that might prove helpful.

[Serras-Kai]

"Surrender or run!"

Zanith pulled back slightly from Nouri, giving the two of them a bit of breathing room for a fraction of a second he had to take a breather. That was mostly so Nouri wouldn't break his neck- it wouldn't kill him, but it would certainly bother him greatly. So instead he reeled back and kicked- his foot aimed squarely at Nouri's mid chest section. If the kick worked then he would stand there and look down at his enemy, staring at him in a menacing manner. If it didn't, then he would slash at his opponent with the hand he released him with. Either way, once the action was taken, he would repeat

"Surrender or run!"

The Monk, seeing the captain come at him, knew what he was to do, but had little time to do it. He bent at his back, leaning as far as he could and allowed the captain to glide right over him, missing him completely. As the captain passed him, he raised his sword in a slash at his back, but not a sound passed from his lips.

Coming in at the Captain's left was one of the two women- the one without the bow. She lept at him with speed only that of a normal human, slashing wildly with her two swords at his mid-section.

The massive man, all encumbered by armor, raised his arms in a massive storm of noise created by his armor and the sound of his own yelling. He stomped first, trying to crush her beneath his massive foot, but it was a ploy. The second attack was a crushing blow from his sword, aimed only just by his foot, cutting it closer than he cared to fully realize. The final attack against the tiny target that was both Kaos and the other small person next to her. His final blow was his left arm releasing his sword, swiping across the ground with a massive, armored fist.

Monk was the one who attacked next. His swift little body sprung up onto the Knight's shoulder, stepping down onto his elbow, then launching himself at Kaos specifically. He spun his staves as he flew on either side of him, his arms crossed across his chest and his hands faced outward on either side. He rocketed towards the tiny foe, slamming into the ground at a speed unreachable by someone normal. Well, someone not him, anyway.

Finally, the final shade, the bow-wielding foe, drew her weapon as she stood solemnly in the middle of the hall. She knocked an arrow, standing solemnly still, and fired only once, at Nouri, despite her not wanting to interfere with Zanith's fight, but she felt that he would forgive her if he still was the one that killed the foe.

Once all this transpired, the soft white haze faded from the halls. In the distance there was a speck, a white speck with a sort of fleshy color atop it. It was coming right at the foes at a rather startling pace- and a slight noise was coming from it. Whatever could it be?

[Kismet]

Had anyone else been in his situation, they might not have noticed what was going on between the other combatants. Captain Falcon was, after all, hurtling through the air at breakneck speed while performing a spinning heel kick, and such acts tended to be a little disorienting. But Captain Falcon was an F-Zero pilot (the best, perhaps), and a little human pin ball was nothing compared to the utter chaos of the track. Situational awareness came packaged with the program, and it was just a fact of life that lacking that all important aspect would get you killed.

And speaking of getting killed, that was becoming an alarming possibility.

Captain Falcon had two options. He could deal with the unpleasant woman trying to kill him, or deal with the unpleasant monk and knight trying to kill the girl. Of the two options, the former would be easier. He could evade the woman’s attacks and retaliate in kind, all with minimal risk to himself. Saving the girl on the other hand…that would require perhaps a suicidal amount of reckless abandon, gusto, and luck.

Captain Falcon was not feeling lucky. But nearly suicidal gusto and reckless abandon he had in spades, and two out of three wasn’t bad.

Already travelling at speeds that would make a blue hedgehog envious, Captain Falcon deployed the technique he’d been planning for his original opponent-a simple but critically important maneuver for Smash veterans such as himself. The double jump. Slapping the laws of physics in the face, Captain Falcon altered his trajectory and soared neatly away from his female assailant, heading straight back towards the silent monk and the juggernaut from above and behind. His face contorted into an ugly grimace from the concentration, the Captain gave yet another defiant middle finger to physics and gave himself one last boost of speed. A Raptor Boost, to be precise.

His right fist burst into flames, leaving a fiery streak in his wake as he launched himself over the monk and swung his fist down. Hopefully, by attacking from this blind angle, he could land a hit. When done from the air, the Raptor Boost spiked opponents downward in a shower of flames, and in this case, away from their intended victims and into their companions. However, whether he managed to land the blow or not, there was a problem. After using this attack while airborne, Captain Falcon would enter into a state of freefall, and be unable to defend himself until he hit the ground. Of course, a successful strike would give him a bit of upward momentum and more control, but it was risky nonetheless.

He’d done his best to protect the girls. His life now depended on their ability to protect him, even if for just a moment.

[Tony Redgrave]

"Surrender or run? Those are your only words for me?" Really now? That was quite rude, even for this armored clad jerk standing in front of him! Proper social etiquette dictated that before instructing others of what you would like them to do, you would at least have the decency to ask their name first. But, clearly, Zanith missed that important lesson in little knighty kid school.

But such matters were trivial in the face of the situation he knew the others were facing. A good rogue always had to have equally good senses of course. The difference between how quickly you noticed something or how slowly you did was the difference between living and dying in many scenarios. So it would be no surprise to know that he had been keeping up with the situation behind him from the moment it all started. He could hear it all clearly from here and even better, he could feel out the situation.

Indeed he could through the power of the third eye. In addition to sharp hearing and eyesight, he had the uncanny ability of spatial awareness and the power to discern threats within that space. Four individuals were currently engaging his two comrades in spandex, and person he had not taken notice of before. Along with that, he felt another sneaky little rat at his blind spot who he could feel didn't have hugs and kisses on that select mind. That and there was something else approaching but.. what it was, he couldn't be sure

Interesting as it all was, he noticed that their attackers had something that his group didn't. What was it? Good old fashion teamwork. Nouri's party was completely split up by the joint efforts of these new fighters. They even managed to cut them off for the most part from any potential assistance, The King of Bandits himself included. A solution was needed for this problem and quite frankly, he had just the one in mind. There was a way they could not only communicate which each other, but they could use it to instantly form a plan that everyone would understand clearly no matter what and be able to carry out. As an added bonus, the enemy wouldn't be able to hear anything or sort out what was happening.

A kything link was just the thing. All he needed to do was present it in a way that would be loud and clear. There eyes wouldn't be drawn to his body so he needed a way to connect with them from his current position.

But first, some evasion skills needed to be tested and what better way then dodging a kick to chest? But silly Zanith and his silly attacks! As powerful as they were, they would not touch the bandit extraordinaire! Why? Because dashing thieves don't take damage. In fact, they gracefully dance around danger itself. Intricate footwork and all, he deftly twirled to the right, slyly stepping from harms way. But the fun didn't stop there. Zanith slashed at him with his left blade so, he leaped back a few paces, enough to barely dodge that pointy blade.

Now, he had time to do what he always liked to do and that was lighten the situation with a bit of lighthearted jest. Every classy fighter had to use it every now and then and he was certainly classy about it. Smiles and all, he brushed off the tip of his nose with his thumb and tossed his arms out to the side.

"Don't you have anything else to say to me? Like, you know, your name, your origin, your plot to destroy me once and for all.. your shoe size...?"

What would seem to be an innocent little ploy to throw off his foe was actually the means to solve one of the more critical problems he and others faced. It was through those words that all became clear to the select few on his side. His own thoughts, feelings, emotions, everything resonated within those sentences and formed a complete message that they would feel straight from the heart and hear in a way they would understand.

~Don't speak or say anything. Simply acknowledge that you have heard me and communication without speech will be possible for each and every one of us. Think what you want to say and your heart will resonate those feelings to reach whoever you want it to, aside from our enemies~


Though his "talk" was nearly punctuated with a blacken bolt of energy impacting directly into his back by that sneaky little scoundrel he spotted earlier. By attacking his blind spot, she no doubt thought she had an opening. But lo and behold, she had nothing. He felt her killing intent from here! But, not quite literally. He felt that she intended to do him harm but for some reason, not do him in. Accompanied with that feeling, he felt a sense of awareness in that an attack was heading towards him and he needed to move. So, with a skillful little sidestep, he dodged it and allowed the arrow to continue its course. Because after all, once it missed him, it would head towards Zanith and he could deal with that little problem himself.

[Nynx]

The girl that was placed in her care levitated into the air and began glowing in a white light. It was a little strange but it seemed like something big was going to happen. As if nothing huge was happening right now. The man that appeared behind her let out a terrifying roar as he lifted his foot to stomp the scared little princess. She didn't know what to do, she was scared and paralyzed by fear. Her body wouldn't move, it was numb. It felt like time was slowing down and she could see the light at the end of the tunnel. However at the end of that tunnel a bright light was replaced with the burning glow of a wildfire which engulfed her and surrounded every part of her body.

"Foolish girl.. Must I save you again? I'll show you how to act in a situation like this."

With that her hand quickly raised to her mouth and she bit down hard on it, drawing blood. Her eyes glowed red with animosity and passion. It was time to act, it was time to plan and it was time for her to really shine. After biting her hand she quickly side stepped to the right, seeing that a blade from his right hand was accompanying his large foot. Her eyes turned toward his next attack which came in the form of a sweeping sword strike from his left arm. Her legs ran toward his arm while her right hand clinched her weapon wrapped around waist. She took a tiny leap to position her foot on top of his arm and used the momentum from his strike to propel herself in the air. Using momentum from a force going the opposite direction she was headed resulted in her body flipping forward. It was fine however, since she was able to fix the position of her body and gain an aerial view of her attacker. She released the weapon from her waist and straightened it out. The weapon extended , hurling itself toward the back of the man's neck. It was definitely sharp enough to pierce his next and end things early. Her left hand was then pointed toward the man that was approaching the young girl that was in her care. She didn't know who she was but she wasn't going to let anything happen to her. Her hand glowed purple for a moment then 3 magenta colored projectiles were fired in the man's direction, each one honing in on him like a wolf stalking its prey. It was then that she heard someone's voice in her head, like someone was talking to her telepathically.

~Don't speak or say anything. Simply acknowledge that you have heard me and communication without speech will be possible for each and every one of us. Think what you want to say and your heart will resonate those feelings to reach whoever you want it to, aside from our enemies~

She didn't know who it was but she didn't care either. It was clear that everyone was in trouble so there was no time for questions. She used her heart to relay a message back to the mysterious person.

"Understood"

[Serras-Kai]

Zanith's glare betrayed not a damn thing to his foe. He said nothing to him, answered none of his questions. In fact, when the black energy bolt struck him he didn't even flinch- it shattered like blackened glass against his armor and dissipated soon after. With that he lowered his head and slashed in an x-shape at Nouri, spinning as he did, but was moving past his enemy. He wasn't worried about him- but his look told his target everything he wanted. Dante, the archer, lowered her head and turned away from him, facing instead towards Captain Falcon. As soon as she turned away, Zanith turned only his head to face the young master thief, and with his cold undead gaze, he said

"So shall we resume?"

With those words he slashed once, a rising cut from left to right of relatively weak strength. He wanted the thief to know he hadn't forgotten him- he was still interested in the fight but he didn't want Dante to interfere. Stupid bitch.

The Monk frowned. His damned target had left. He'd left? He'd left. How odd. Meanwhile Ariana grabbed his sword, her own sword hitting the Monk's at about the center, killing her momentum. The Monk caught her, placing his hand beneath her shoe, and released her, letting her hop down to the ground to resume her assault. He'd heard something faint in his Ka, some sort of message. A problem? Maybe- but it didn't matter. Zanith was still with them, and no one was hurt currently.

Meanwhile. Captain Falcon hurdled away from the original enemy, the first Monk, and struck at the Knight. That was a great plan- he'd have smashed the hell out of Fluffums, but that... wasn't to be. The second Monk happened to be occupying the same space as Captain Falcon's fist at the same time, resulting in a rather predictable outcome. The Monk suddenly burst into flames and rocketed strait down, but was caught suddenly by the massive armored man, who slid him down in one smooth motion to the ground. They'd drilled this from day one- teamwork, plain and simple. Meanwhile the glowing orbs, meant for the orbs meant for the Monk were still on course. However, the Monk happened to have been vacated from that position in favor of Captain Falcon's fist, meaning that he was now the only person on that same path.

Of course that movement saved him as much as he didn't know that. The blade meant for his neck impacted just below the target, slamming into his back area and forcing him downward. The blade still slid into the neck section, but it was slowed greatly by the impact of his armor, slowing it considerably. Of course that didn't stop it, and the blade still slammed right into his chainmail, penetrating it and sliding cleanly into his neck, gashing his neck and destroying his jugular vein. Blood splattered all about his armor and across the ground, but he seemed undeterred. The sound of spitting rage escaped his helmet, followed by a torrent of blood also pouring from it, then heavy breaths. He didn't have the dexterity to keep the Monk from smashing himself on the ground and attack her also, so he opted to land him instead. He'd attack her later- he could totally deal with her after.

But then, at the end of the hall, way, way back, that speck was coming closer. From here one could tell that it was mostly white, with a fleshy-colored... thing, with it. On top of it, maybe? Meh. Who knows. Either way it was coming closer now and would be here in not too long.

[Tony Redgrave]

(Oh yeah, this is the ability you guys will be using. You can add it to your templates and all.

Name: Kything
Activation: Willed/Reflexive
Description: Kything is the psychic ability to discern what someone wants to say simply by looking into their eyes or reading their body language. People with this ability can pass it on to others, so that they have no need to speak aloud and their thoughts cannot be read, as the thoughts emphatically resonate, but only between any beings involved in the kything-link. This ability even allows one to communicate with others through time and across dimensions, as long as kything-link is strong enough (which is not difficult to maintain, even for a large group). Kything is a language that one can understand no matter one's native language.
Stat's Required to Use: [N/A] )



Well then, at least one person acknowledged him and that was enough to make Mr. Nouri as chipper as skipper! He was even beginning to smile too. But before this could be a pretty scene within such an ugly world, He noticed from the corner of his eye, a bloody blade was coming straight for him. He launched himself over to the right an effort to evade. In fact, it was a close shave just as his left arm. Any closer and he could have really been in trouble, even from a light hearten swing like that.

But, there was interesting change in the rogue's looks. In fact, it was one of a rosy red sort of color. He didn't escape Zanith's swipe unscathed judging by the neat little laceration on his arm. One could be alarmed by it at first glance but, it was a superficial wound nonetheless. Though a bit of that precious fluid escaped from his wound, it wasn't much very much at all. A little blood loss never hurt anyone anyway right? Of course!

Besides, he was practically brimming with confidence. Though he had just got sliced, he let out a soft little chuckle. Picture perfect just as always. "Ah.. can't you wait a bit? Fighting isn't really my thing man. I bruise easy and get roughed up something fierce!" He was of course speaking the truth on this matter. Ok, maybe quarter truths but truths nonetheless. Such statements also proved to be an ark of sorts for the true message he wanted to get out to a few select people.

~Ok, to those who can feel this message, congratulations. I have given you a neat little gift. The gift...of empathic communication! Look excited. And before you ask or think it, no.. this is not telepathy and I'm not some random smuck here. Though I know you are all busy right now, I'd like to introduce myself formally and give you basic instructions and inform you of what you are experiencing.~

That long message in fact would be understood instantly.. if they had not realized how this whole thing worked yet. But, that could wait. Firstly, he had to check on his old companion on his back. Good old Jacob was still hanging on for dear life and was quite quiet really since that whole grabbing incident a few moments ago.

Jacob! Buddy! How you holdin up back there?"

~I'm Nouri Aal Sephur and In case some of you remember, I was the guy with the malnourished fellow on my back who went to face Zanith. But now I'm kinda stuck in this duel to the death kinda deal like you guys. ~

Jacob was trying to speak but, he couldn't. Just by trying to form a word in his mouth, he was thrown into a bit of a wheezing fit. He did take a bit of a "blow" from Zanith earlier so.. it could be expected. Nouri could take the hint from there. He stooped down a bit and untied the knot around his waist, loosening his coat and effectively unstrapping his passenger from his wondrous throne. With him free, he propped him neatly against the nearby wall and tossed his coat over him.

"Awww.. you tired? Feeling sick even? Then sit back and watch the show since I guess I'd better resume the fight. Besides, without you on my back, I guess I could move a little better then before too."

He steadily sauntered back over to the crimson fighter, brushing off his shoulders as he went. The true fight would began just shortly.

~Moving on, I've given each of you the power of Kything. With it, you can psionically understand what others are trying to say by reading their emotions. You can do this in a number of ways. You can read body language, or you can tell from the look in someones eyes. As I'm sure you are aware though, You can use it like I have and mask your true words with something completely different. Just using your thoughts works too since those will resonate through your emotions.

You can communicate freely only with people you have a link with, like me for instance and what you want to share is completely up to you. And just in case you haven't noticed yet, the speed of communication and comprehension is equal to the speed of thought. Pretty handy when you need to explain something long winded like this and you need someone to understand you right away.

Now that the song and dance is out of the way, let's talk strategy which, I suck at by the way. I'm more of a think it up as you go type of person but that's not helping you all. We are outnumbered though and the surrounding area is no good for us as far as I can tell. That and coupled with the archer that is heading your way, You could end up under fire and crud. So the question on my mind is who has keen ideas on how to survive? In one piece by the way. None of that lose an arm mess. ~

There. That was a long explanation but given the speed of how it would flow, it was alright nonetheless. He explained enough for now and started the talk of plans. The rest was up to them.

[Angel]

Still, giving someone the ability to send her emotions out in some way and communicate like that was not a good idea when they were getting absorbed in the madness in her own mind. In the room she had created for herself, there was still no one there. However, suddenly the landscape of things changed.

"My room.. my room. It's special because even though it's small, it's just for me."

There was suddenly another girl in her room though, another blonde haired girl. She was sitting in front of a screen with a sort of controller in her hand... and Kaos walked over to her, curious about how she had gotten there in the first place.

"Hey, who are you?" she said, with a friendly tone. This was her dream world, there wouldn't be anything to be afraid of in it.. that's something she was sure of.

The blonde haired girl turned around and looked in Kaos eyes. She had deep red eyes, which almost was enough to make Kaos jump. It was if the girls eyes had fire in them, piercing fire. The girl licked her lips suddenly, then started talking. "Hey baby, mind if I play? Since this game seems to be too mature for you anyway.." she said, pointing to the screen with the controller she was motioning to.

Kaos was sure the girl must be right, she couldn't possibly play whatever game she was motioning to. She saw blood, and violence. She nodded and just sat on the corner.. feeling her mind becoming disconnected from it all. It was better to just play, and to have fun. She didn't want to fight.

"I don't wanna be there, it's way too scary. I'm going to go away.. going to go away."

- - -

In the real world, Kaos' eyes, her mood stone eyes turned the deep red for the girl in the dream world. They were open and staring right at the scene in front of her. It seems like the other ones had helped her avoid the worst of the attacks, and her own spirtual wive riding had done the rest. Good. She licked her lips and smirked at the scene, pulling up her and pushing back with the activated spiritual wave riding. The moment was easy enough to reposition herself on the other side of the wall she was already back on, hopefully enough to get a good view on everything around here.

"Let's play!" she cried out, being far enough to send out the burst of energy known as the Force of an Oni. It should be easily touched by the Fluffums as it was sent directly where he was standing with it's transparent magic and when it was.. the resulting blast should easily hit the other person beneath him.

[Kismet]

Captain Falcon landed back to earth (or rather the soft, squishy, intestine-esque ground) and crouched to one knee, recovering from the Raptor Boost’s delay. Glad that his temporary state of helplessness had not resulted in his painful impalement, he suddenly became aware of Nouri’s strange message playing out in his head. Only it wasn’t really in his head, per se. It was like he was feeling the meaning behind Nouri’s words, minus the words. Or something like that. But whatever, the important thing was that he wasn’t dead and everyone was still alive.

“Hey kid,” he thought, springing to his feet and turning to face his assailants. Glad to hear you’re still kicking. We’re, uh, in a tiny bit of a bind over here. How’re you doing?”

His train of thought (feelings?) was interrupted, however, by the battle continuing to rage around him, and he took a step back in shock as the second young girl unflinchingly drove a sword through the lumbering knight’s neck. Who then proceeded to not give a crap.

Kids these days. I blame the rap music.

The first girl (The one Falcon had previously been comforting) flew to the opposite corner of the cell and began unleashing energy blasts, which upon reflection, would’ve been really useful about thirty seconds ago. That said, the girl’s eyes were glowing a murderous red, and that was never a good sign. Especially when it was such an innocent soul driven to such depths.

Captain Falcon’s original opponent, the silent swordsman, now stood directly in front of him, still smoldering from the Raptor Boost attack. Letting out an angry sigh, the Captain merely assumed his fighting stance, and waited to see how his opponents would react to this fresh onslaught of attacks.