Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite]

Tunic
Renowned Power

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 5
XP: 9,580
Fighter's Instinct (x3)

Tag: @tunic
Posts: 267

Item Malus: 8,500

Minion PL: 80,000
Minion Forms: Mithril Seiryū (x4), Orichalcum Genbu (x5)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Crunch Time (x3)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Jun 8, 2024 22:19:20 GMT -5

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Post by Tunic on Jun 8, 2024 22:19:20 GMT -5

Ser Tunic Leopold Bradfod Baskerville Esq

Species	Earthling/Alien (Ancestral Weapon)
Base Battle Power	5/23,955
Dialogue Color	1979e6

Active Multiplier	x1
Current Battle Power	23,955
Damage	0/290%
Ki Points	6/6
Momentum Points	0/6
Sparking	2/2

Traits

Antisense	Active
Trump Card	1/1
Wealthy	Active
Deep Pockets	Active
Cash Money	Active
Full Sauce	Inactive
Hardy	Active
Efficient Adaptation	1/1

Post	16
Word Count	511
Total Word Count	10,860
Art Source: Commission from Innovator123 on Deviantart.

Zuqetta's excitement was palpable, even Tunic could surmise that much at the reminder of the spar. As interested as the Saiyan had appeared prior, her attitude towards the fact now seemed enhanced in some manner and for some reason. Whatever it was that caused this ever so slight change in Zuqetta's interest in the practice fight did little to dissuade the young Baskerville, if anything this would be her first proper spar with someone so eager since the day she met Kronos, but she would hope that this Saiyan would prove a more aggressive combatant than the last.

Before their arrival at the designated area Tunic slipped a small remote of some sort out of the pocket of her hoodie, pressing two buttons across the decide before setting it on a pieces of architecture just beyond the perimeter of their makeshift arena. "I hope you do not mind an audience.", Tunic then spoke up as a swarm of small drones mounted with cameras created a more tangible ring around the spot. "The cameras will let Johnathan know what needs to be fixed when we are done... things tend to break when I practice with some effort." A slight unease seemed to befall Tunic's expression as she said this and her eyes shifted to glancing to the side with little effort to hide her embarrassment.

All across the Baskerville estate, screens would come alive with the footage of the newly online stream. Tunic would give the drones a moment to move about before continuing towards the area. Tossing the silver capsule into the air, a cloud of white followed before the rose gold of Himnabrjótur was struck by the light. With relative ease Tunic caught the trident on its descent, swinging it lazily about her body before settling into a combat stance. Pulled to her right-hand side, each of Tunic's hands were placed to stabilize the weapon and her stance lowered into a hunched forwards position.

Audibly Tunic drew in a slow breath, slowly closing her eyes to ease herself into that state of mind she needed for a fight. With a focused exhale, she keyed in on the sounds and smells around herself, tuning out the low hum of generators and the various mechanical entities around her. The state of mind finally settling in, she spoke. "I am ready when you are. Feel free to make the first move as my guest." Tunic gave a faint smile, the expression perplexing paired with the tightly shut eyes paired with them. A look of impatience and eagerness expressed itself against the otherwise placid look of her bunny hood.

A faint crackle of electricity lacking any accompanying sound shot across the pronged tips of the trident, perhaps reflecting the young Baskerville's eagerness to see what would come of this bout. Within the estate, various members of staff including Merri gathered in the foyer, watching eagerly to see once again a member of the head family get into a fight on the estate, a practice since diminished after the death of the former estate heads.

Plotter | Tunic | Himnabrjótur

Zuqetta
Dreadspawn

Saiyan Monarch

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 160,160
XP: 3,018
Raging Spirit (x5)
Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @zuqetta
Posts: 1,410 Female

Item Malus: 5,000

Minion PL: 48,048
Minion Forms: Super Saiyan (x18)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Jun 9, 2024 0:42:03 GMT -5

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Post by Zuqetta on Jun 9, 2024 0:42:03 GMT -5

Zuqetta Dreadwyrm

Species	Saiyan
Base Battle Power	160,160
Dialogue Color	ff84eb

Post	16
Word Count	998
Total Word Count	10,990

As the two approached the designated area, Zuqetta would take notice of the appearance of little drones that seemed to hover about, watching them. Compared to the bulky units she used back on Plant, these were utterly adorable! Ironically small in comparison considering what Zuqetta had mentioned about scouters compared to Tunic's Tower, but the way the cameras seemed more like attachment than raw integrations showed the difference it tech. Walking behind Tunic, there would be no way for the girl to notice the slight shimmer of light the quickly flashed across Zuqetta's eyes; her Technomancy attempting to act so as to scan the devices, unfortunately she lacked the power for the moment, and so would let it go.

"Hehe, I don't mind at all!" she'd respond as the two stopped, Tunic bringing out her capsuled weapon, "Don't expect too much from me though, like I said, I've never used a spear thingy!"

Zuqetta wasn't discouraged despite that fact, if anything, it only made her all the more enthusiastic to learn something new. While Tunic put on a display of preparing herself for battle, Zuqetta would begin by simply throwing a few punches through the air. Her brow furrowed, she could tell she was sluggish, unable to tap into the vast majority of her power. It shouldn't have been too much of a problem, but at the same time, she realized she still couldn't quite feel out energies around her yet, making it impossible to know how much to adjust if needed. Stronger or weaker, if she was weaker there'd be no helping it, but if she were stronger, she'd just have to gauge Tunic's strength the old fashion way.

"Don't regret lettin' me go first now!" she'd tease, putting her hand out before her.

Magic materialization already felt trying, and she'd only just begun the motions; her typical display of magic would be a no-go. It was fine, it simply meant she'd have to fight with a weapon she'd been neglecting since the loss of Xiaolan...

Zuqetta would close her eyes, a slight shimmer of light wafting over her for the briefest of moments. Any attuned to a different form of magic, the magic involving spirits would notice a slight decrease of Zuqetta's soul, as if a fragmentation had occurred. With it, the sound of wind being pierced through would scream out, as from above would suddenly fall a massive sword which towered over Zuqetta. It would impale into the ground by a good foot, while still standing over another foot above her. she had called upon the power of her Soul Forge, creating a weapon from her very soul as the name implied... however opening her eyes, rather than immediate begin the battle, Zuqetta would panic-

"GYAH!! I'm sorry!!" She'd exclaim, immediately taking notice of the damage she was already doing to the pavement, "I forgot that happens! I thought it'd fall into my hand!!" she'd apologize, stepping to the side of the weapon and giving Tunic a deep bow, her face red with embarrassment.

She hoped it wasn't too big an issue, though it did make her wonder why it always fell from the sky; was it her doing it? Maybe some subconscious, show-offy move? It was something to think about another time, for now, she would move on with the fight. Tunic had mentioned the likelihood of damages after all, so perhaps this wouldn't be too big an issue!

Zuqetta would look to her greatsword, cocking her head curiously; she hadn't realized the massive difference in her height compared to it before, something had changed, though she had no idea what. She'd tip-toe, her hand just barely reaching the handle of the weapon; at first glance it seemed like it'd be impossible for a girl as small as Zuqetta to move such a hulking blade, yet it tilted with ease in her grip, slicing through the ground like a hot knife through butter as she raised it into the air, the sight just a bit comical.

"Hmm... spear, spear..." she'd hum, speaking lowly to herself with a bewildered expression, "Oh!!"

A wide grin would stretch across her face as she held the weapon out before her horizontally, almost immediately it would glow a bright white, changing shape as it stretched, compressed, and slimmed down. The while light would begin to transition to gold, as her own light magic reflected off of its changed body; the shape it took not so much unique, as it was meaningful to Zuqetta. The light would fade, revealing the pure gold weapon she now held within her paw; while in her mind she continued to call it a spear, she'd unknowingly made a trident with a hooked base.

"Heheheheh, whaddya think?" she'd cheer, spinning the weapon in the air before striking it upon the ground beside her, "I don't think I can do any tricks like you were doin', but this feels easier to handle than I thought it would!" she grin, her gaze sharpening as she widened her stance, changing her posture to now brandish the weapon with both hands before her, "Now I think I'm ready..." she'd say, her tail beating against the ground as she leaned forward, "Okaaaaay... threetwoone, GO!!"

In a sudden burst of speed, Zuqetta would then blast from the ground directly towards Tunic; yet, though her Soul Forged weapons were always weightless in her hands, this trident felt ESPECIALLY weightless. Having attempted a surge of strength to compensate, Zuqetta found herself completely zooming past Tunic wildly, her arm outstretched, tip of the trident guiding her movement. She'd quickly find herself slamming face first into one of the many drones that had formed a perimeter, destroying it instantly before tumbling off into the grass, flipping until she finally came to a stop flat upon her back.

There was silence, she said nothing and did not move; Zuqetta would merely gaze up into the sky, her expression one of utter confusion and surprise.

Zuqetta's PL is hindered due to injury!
[PL: 131,752]

Soul Forge - Warrior Arsenal || Utility Technique used!
A weapon is formed from Zuqetta's Soul, this weapon is impossible for those of a PL lower than Zuqetta to lift.
Those of a PL equal to or greater than Zuqetta can lift this weapon, but will feel as though it is immensely heavier than it appears!

Non-KP attacked used against Tunic... and misses!
1 Camera Drone destroyed!!

[Post: +1MP]

Active Multiplier	x1
Current Battle Power	131,752
Damage	0/270%
Ki Points	6/6
Momentum Points	1/6
Sparking	1/1

Traits

Saiyan Pride	Inactive
Bare-Knuckle Brawler	Active
Burning Ki	1/1
Impossible Recovery	1/1

Last Edit: Jun 9, 2024 1:48:08 GMT -5 by Zuqetta

Tunic
Renowned Power

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 5
XP: 9,580
Fighter's Instinct (x3)

Tag: @tunic
Posts: 267

Item Malus: 8,500

Minion PL: 80,000
Minion Forms: Mithril Seiryū (x4), Orichalcum Genbu (x5)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Crunch Time (x3)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Jun 9, 2024 3:58:59 GMT -5

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Post by Tunic on Jun 9, 2024 3:58:59 GMT -5

Ser Tunic Leopold Bradfod Baskerville Esq

Species	Earthling/Alien (Ancestral Weapon)
Base Battle Power	5/23,955
Dialogue Color	1979e6

Active Multiplier	x4
Current Battle Power	95,820
Damage	0/290%
Ki Points	6/6
Momentum Points	1/6
Sparking	2/2

Traits

Antisense	Active
Trump Card	1/1
Wealthy	Active
Deep Pockets	Active
Cash Money	Active
Full Sauce	Inactive
Hardy	Active
Efficient Adaptation	1/1

Post	17
Word Count	568
Total Word Count	11,428
Art Source: Commission from Innovator123 on Deviantart.

A slight smirk momentarily crossed Tunic's lips as she took note of the specific wording of Zuqetta's statement. "You do have me rather curious what other weapons you have experience with then.", the young Baskerville mused thoughtfully at this statement. Tunic herself had minor training in other tools, but there was always a focus on how those tools differed from polearms rather than looking for any intentional or practical use for them. Though the girl was led to believe at one point in time her father was well practiced in each tool he tried to impart the knowledge of unto her.

Opening one eye as it was clear the fight itself was not wholly ready to begin, Tunic watched curiously as the Saiyan took her time to ready as well. Tunic would, unfortunately, miss the moment Zuqetta's weapon manifest, rather blinking in the moments between such and the tool tearing into the ground. Getting a look at the weapon it became apparent all the more to the young woman as to what Zuqetta had meant with other weapon types. The size of the sword was almost baffling, but Tunic held her tongue as to comment when comparing the weapon in her hands, that a few years ago nearly tripled her height in its length alone.

Under the impression her opponent was nearly ready, Tunic's eye closed once more as her other senses dominated her awareness. She brushed her fingers down the length of the trident, almost feeling the weapon as an extension of herself as her movements sharpened. It would only take a moment for the capabilities of her battlesphere to be tested, however, as in an instant something cleaved through the air beside Tunic, the girl only catching it moments later when the sound of steel ripping was followed by the sound of rustling grass.

Furrowing her brow, Tunic's grip tightened around the haft of Himnabrjótur as she turned to face the source of the sound. Almost lighter in her hands, greater volumes of elemental energy lanced across the length of the weapon. Lighting arcing between the prongs met with fire at each tip and ice crusting along the shaft, melting in an instant as Tunic's hands drew near to reform as they moved once more. Lacking a true source between either the weapon or the fighter, this elemental force hung around the readied dragoon.

With a force unbecoming an individual of her size or with her perceived power, Tunic launched herself backwards nearly four meters and lowering her stance significantly. "You are absurdly fast.", she mused pensively as the thought of keeping up with that was daunting. "But now it is my turn.", once again that smirk found itself dominating her expression. Putting pressure on the balls of her feet, the young woman launched herself forwards, with the trident pivoted at an angle beneath her. Unable to see, she felt the air rushing past her ears and shifted her weight to enter a slow spiraling flight towards her target whom moments before lay prone shortly ahead.

Whatever action Zuqetta had taken since her fall, Tunic pulled Himnabrjótur low and used the centrifugal force of her spin to put every ounce of momentum behind the swing of the weapon, the tips of the trident scouring the ground and moving in a diagonal crescent upwards in attempts to catch the Saiyan lying down or standing in that direction.

Himnabrjótur enters an awoken state and its powers unshackle!! (x4 active), current PL: 95,820
-No MP to spent, Total 0/6 -> 1/6-

TLDR:

Tunic created some distance between herself and Zuqetta before launching into a (No-KP) attack, spiraling into an arc to slash her opponent.

Last Edit: Jun 9, 2024 10:37:21 GMT -5 by Tunic

Plotter | Tunic | Himnabrjótur

Zuqetta
Dreadspawn

Saiyan Monarch

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 160,160
XP: 3,018
Raging Spirit (x5)
Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @zuqetta
Posts: 1,410 Female

Item Malus: 5,000

Minion PL: 48,048
Minion Forms: Super Saiyan (x18)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Jun 10, 2024 14:58:38 GMT -5

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Post by Zuqetta on Jun 10, 2024 14:58:38 GMT -5

Zuqetta Dreadwyrm

Species	Saiyan
Base Battle Power	160,160
Dialogue Color	ff84eb

Post	17
Word Count	461
Total Word Count	11,451

Zuqetta had been in a complete daze, she hadn't expected to expel so much power with how weak she felt. Not to mention her weapon, she was so used to how she swung around her swords that she hadn't taken the much lighter and evenly distributed weight of the trident she held to send her flying forward. She blinked a few times, getting her bearings before rubbing her face of some of the smoke and metal bits of the drone she'd crashed into. She flustered just a bit, wondering if any of the staff had just witnessed Zuqetta's face as up close as it could be before the signal cut from the drone, but Tunic speaking up would bring Zuqetta back to reality.

She felt a shift in the winds, she heard the girl's charge, yet she still didn't feel a lick of energy. A shiver went down her spine, her body reacting naturally; she would shift, flipping over with her body hand holding her trident wide. A suddenly shock would rattle her, as she felt the power of Tunic's weapon against her own, an upward strike, to which Zuqetta would ride the momentum, allowing herself to be flung into the air. "Hm-?" Her eyes caught something curious just before she was tossed away--

Zuqetta would flip through the air, landing several meters away; she held her weapon from it's base, brandishing it towards Tunic like a sword, but even Zuqetta could tell this wasn't the proper way to weird the weapon and would quickly draw it back to herself.

"Hey, are you eyes closed??" Zuqetta would question, "You're gonna end up gettin' hit if ta keep 'em closed!"

Zuqetta smirked, hopping in place just a bit as she loosened up; the sudden burst of speed she'd exhibited before did well to wake her up, though the weapon in her hands still seemed unwieldy. She examined her weapon for a moment, looking back towards Tunic, her gaze sharpening as she examined the way Tunic held her own trident. The placement of Zuqetta's hands would adjust, matching Tunic's; there was still an awkwardness, but Zuqetta felt much more balance in her form.

"That was a pretty strong hit, but I think that's enough for warming up!"

Her tail outstretched behind her, smacking the ground as her center of gravity adjusted; her foot dug into the ground and once more she'd shoot forward. Her speed was substantially lessened, her movement more controlled; as she stretched her arm out, moving her trident forward, her tail would compensate her distribution of weight. She aimed not towards Tunic, but directly towards Himnabrjótur, her goal clear, to catch the shaft of the weapon within the prongs of Zuqetta's own trident and push Tunic back!

Braver || 20% Light Offensive used against Himnabrjótur!
[PL: 26,350][-1KP][+1MP]

[Post: +1MP]

Active Multiplier	x1
Current Battle Power	131,752
Damage	0/270%
Ki Points	5/6
Momentum Points	3/6
Sparking	1/1

Traits

Saiyan Pride	Inactive
Bare-Knuckle Brawler	Active
Burning Ki	1/1
Impossible Recovery	1/1

Last Edit: Jun 10, 2024 15:08:55 GMT -5 by Zuqetta

Tunic
Renowned Power

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 5
XP: 9,580
Fighter's Instinct (x3)

Tag: @tunic
Posts: 267

Item Malus: 8,500

Minion PL: 80,000
Minion Forms: Mithril Seiryū (x4), Orichalcum Genbu (x5)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Crunch Time (x3)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Jun 10, 2024 21:10:31 GMT -5

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Post by Tunic on Jun 10, 2024 21:10:31 GMT -5

Ser Tunic Leopold Bradfod Baskerville Esq

Species	Earthling/Alien (Ancestral Weapon)
Base Battle Power	5/23,955
Dialogue Color	1979e6

Active Multiplier	x4
Current Battle Power	95,820
Damage	7/290%
Ki Points	4/6
Momentum Points	3/6
Sparking	2/2

Traits

Antisense	Active
Trump Card	1/1
Wealthy	Active
Deep Pockets	Active
Cash Money	Active
Full Sauce	Inactive
Hardy	Active
Efficient Adaptation	1/1

Post	18
Word Count	508
Total Word Count	11,936
Art Source: Commission from Innovator123 on Deviantart.

Feeling the sweep connect, Tunic pushed forwards to carryout the follow through of the attack. It would take a moment, but the young woman's feet slammed unto the ground as she felt her own momentum waning and the weight of the lofted Saiyan tossed from the weapons' end. There was not too much power behind the strike, but it seemed efficient enough in maintaining some distance between herself and Zuqetta so Tunic could further strategize in how she was going to handle this peculiar opponent. Something about her stance and movements did not quite fit what Tunic had initially anticipated, but the young Baskerville could not quite put her finger on it.

Tunic's brow furrowed ever so slightly at Zuqetta's analysis and thoughts on Tunic keeping her eyes closed. "It is something father suggested I try in order to focus in a fight.", she spoke quietly. In reality, it was a habit she had yet to break and more and more started to feel as if it were an essential trigger to maintain her heightened awareness in a fight. Whether or not this was truly the case she could not tell due to her reliance on the practice. "I can assure you, any incoming attack I cannot block while focusing I could never evade with my eyes open."

At Zuqetta's suggestion, it seemed the Saiyan was well and ready to increase her pace, something Tunic carried a modicum of concern for. The first strike may have missed, but there was a force behind it Tunic was uncertain if she could even hope to match evenly in a proper clash. Shifting her stance, Tunic's left hip swung out in front of her, leading into a southpaw stance as she lifted the trident to her side. With the pronged head diagonal at her feet and the haft of the weapon drawn across her body like a dividing line, she readied herself for whatever incoming strike the Saiyan may have to throw at her.

She could feel the wind and hear her opponent incoming. While unable to specifically key in on the location of her weapon, Tunic had a vague idea. Holding firm in her stance she waited, in that moment a amaranthine fog wrapped itself around the girl, encapsulating her and the weapon in a miasmatic façade that would meet Zuqetta's strike first. Unable to wholly consume the incoming strike, the mists broke, leaving Himnabrjótur open for what momentum remained of that strike.

Tunic felt the ground give beneath her some and the push from her opponent's strike striking against the shaft of her weapon. But now was the moment if any that she would retaliate. Twisting her left foot and shifting her weight to her read, the young Baskerville shifted her hands across her weapon, dropping one hand as the other alone reeled the trident back, prongs level with her chest. In a quick series of strikes, Tunic aimed for the approximate locations of Zuqetta's joints, aiming for spots that would not leave long lasting damage after the fight.

Defensive:

[LIT][DEF] Hel's Mists

A thin mist envelops the holder of Himnabrjótur, the chilling fog hungering for the energy of others. Incoming attacks feed into this mist until it can bear no more.

Power: 20%

KP: ▰

Output: 19,164

Offensive:

[LIT][OFF] Infernal Barrage

A series of quick jabs laced with lightning aim for pressure points on the opponent's torso.

Damage: 20%

KP: ▰

Output: 19,164

Hel's Mists v Braver
26,350 - 19,164 = 7,186 (7%)

Changes:

KP: 6/6 -> 4/6 (-2)

MP: 1/6 -> 3/6 (+2)

Health: 0/290% - > 7/290% (+7%)

Last Edit: Jun 10, 2024 21:10:48 GMT -5 by Tunic

Plotter | Tunic | Himnabrjótur

Zuqetta
Dreadspawn

Saiyan Monarch

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 160,160
XP: 3,018
Raging Spirit (x5)
Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @zuqetta
Posts: 1,410 Female

Item Malus: 5,000

Minion PL: 48,048
Minion Forms: Super Saiyan (x18)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Jul 10, 2024 0:28:34 GMT -5

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Post by Zuqetta on Jul 10, 2024 0:28:34 GMT -5

Zuqetta Dreadwyrm

Species	Saiyan
Base Battle Power	160,160
Dialogue Color	ff84eb

Post	18
Word Count	593
Total Word Count	12,044

Tunic's words were curious, Zuqetta had never fought an opponent who kept their eyes close the entire time. Tunic claimed to be focused on the fight, but Zuqetta wondered what kind of focus she could possibly have; if anything, it felt to Zuqetta that Tunic was completely unfocused on the fight, yet that couldn't have been further from the truth as Tunic would soon display. Despite her lack of sight, Tunic defended expertly with her weapon; Zuqetta, polar opposite of Tunic in this moment, kept her eyes open, analyzing Tunic's every motion.

From her stance, to the placement of her hands upon the shaft of her weapon; Zuqetta absorbed every subtle movement, her reaction lessening as Tunic changed from defense to offense, sending a flurry of strike's Zuqetta's way. Rather than defend with the weapon she was so untrained with, her natural response was to lift her arms to defend herself, playing right into Tunic's hands as the strikes landed against her elbows and knee. Zuqetta however, would never break her gaze, absorbing the knowledge of what she saw into her mind even as she took her damage; her tail would strike the ground immediately, pushing her up and back, allowing her to gain distance from Tunic once more.

A swift, dainty flip through the air; and a subtle step back upon the ground. Zuqetta immediately adjusted her pose and posture, mimicking Tunic's stance; the strikes she took however would see the tip of her lance drop a bit as a subtle pain shot through her arms like a jolt of electricity, another curious thing.

"Hmmm, heheh, you weren't kidding..." she'd hum, her excitement raising with the thought of this new challenge, "You didn't open your eyes for even a moment, but ya didn't miss a beat!" she'd exclaim, "Guess it really is increasin' your focus, I wonder if it also keeps ya calm in a fight." she'd muse, taking a deep breath as her muscles flexed before relaxing.

Her gaze was firm on Tunic, and the opposite was true but in a different sense; Zuqetta was great at imitation, it was how she learned to fight, it was how she learned the sword. Monkey see, monkey do and all that; with Tunic however, it was different... She could copy her stance, she could copy ever gesture she made, but without looking into the eyes of her opponent, she had no idea what Tunic's next play would be. Where was she watching? Where was she aiming? What was even on her mind in this fight? Zuqetta had no way of knowing, that portion of ability cut off from her, forcing her to rely solely on personal skill and bodily reactions.

One more breath, long and calm; Zuqetta focused on Tunic's location, adjusting her feet as she leaned in; she was ready to charge once more, but took a different approach. Her eyes would close, she'd memorized Tunic's location, taking into consideration the distance between them; she focused her thoughts on what she recalled from their brief interaction, and the exchange of their strikes. Did closing ones eyes truly increase their focus? Zuqetta was keen to find out, and so, would dash out from her position blind, straight towards Tunic.

She was quick, and as she neared, her positioning altered, the prongs of her lance leveling with her chest as she mimicked Tunic's previous motions. Then it came, a sudden flurry of strikes, though their aim extremely telegraphed as Zuqetta sought to strike at Tunic's joints from where she remembered Tunic being.

Full DMG taken from Himnabrjótur's, Infernal Barrage (19,164PL)!
[PL: 19,164 / 15% DMG]

Braver (Not so Infernal Barrage) || 20% Light Offensive used against Himnabrjótur!
[PL: 26,350][-1KP][+1MP]

[Post: +1MP]

Active Multiplier	x1
Current Battle Power	131,752
Damage	15/270%
Ki Points	4/6
Momentum Points	5/6
Sparking	1/1

Traits

Saiyan Pride	Inactive
Bare-Knuckle Brawler	Active
Burning Ki	1/1
Impossible Recovery	1/1

Tunic
Renowned Power

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 5
XP: 9,580
Fighter's Instinct (x3)

Tag: @tunic
Posts: 267

Item Malus: 8,500

Minion PL: 80,000
Minion Forms: Mithril Seiryū (x4), Orichalcum Genbu (x5)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Crunch Time (x3)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Jul 10, 2024 16:41:47 GMT -5

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Post by Tunic on Jul 10, 2024 16:41:47 GMT -5

Ser Tunic Leopold Bradfod Baskerville Esq

Species	Earthling/Alien (Ancestral Weapon)
Base Battle Power	5/23,955
Dialogue Color	1979e6

Active Multiplier	x4
Current Battle Power	95,820
Damage	7/290%
Ki Points	4/6
Momentum Points	3/6
Sparking	2/2

Traits

Antisense	Active
Trump Card	1/1
Wealthy	Active
Deep Pockets	Active
Cash Money	Active
Full Sauce	Inactive
Hardy	Active
Efficient Adaptation	1/1

Post	19
Word Count	625
Total Word Count	12,561
Art Source: Commission from Innovator123 on Deviantart.

There was something about the flow of a proper spar. Not one forestalled to refine form or to clean up missing nuances in one's form. But rather a full, unrestrained fight where the only stakes were acknowledgement of your own capabilities. These were the kinds of fights Tunic never had the opportunity to partake in. The few who would train with her found significant difficulty in keeping with her pace, and she had no intentions of harming them. But here... here she could go all out and take a look at just how far she has come since the last time she had to fight anyone three years prior.

The sting of Zuqetta's strike was notable, something had limited the impact it seemed, or she misheard the incoming velocity of her strike. Whatever the case, that opening that it left gave Tunic the opportunity to retaliate. Her choice of assault was a simple and formulaic one, but she felt it connect. Whether from a genuine shift in combat momentum or her taking advantage of the fact the Saiyan was not too familiar with Tunic's own style. Whichever was the case, there was a satisfaction to be found in even landing a blow in a more measured combat situation.

"Being able to hear and feel everything so keenly is both calming and helpful. I can usually gauge the approximate location and approach an attack is making. Whether I can retaliate on time or not is a whole other matter really.", Tunic mused with a trilling laugh. There was a tinge of amusement in her voice, Zuqetta's fascination in Tunic's form left the young Baskerville very amused and eager to indulge. "In some ways I suppose it is a handicap, seeing as it takes a little time to get into the headspace. But I haven't come toa situation that warrants concern.... yet."

Reasserting her stance as she fell back, Tunic shifted into a more defensive position. Shifting the trident about, she hefted the pronged end upwards, taking a slight lilt in how it settled. Her feet wide and her rear arm tensed to retaliate when the opportunity arose. The odds of a retaliatory strike seemed relatively high based on how eager Zuqetta seemed to fight so Tunic did not want to take any chances. She could feel some refinement fading, however. She was not used to being on the defensive and forgot which form she had taken.

Then the approach cam! and the sound she heard was familiar, though she had not once heard it heading her direction before. Pivoting on her rear foot, Tunic attempted to catch the front end of the trident with the lower haft of her own, feeling the rose gold metal strike only to feel a greater resistance in her attempts to shift the incoming strike. She attempted to readjust, sliding the length of teh weapon across the pronged end of Zuqetta's. The scraping of metal on metal was palpable and quite intense, but this wasn't a clash Tunic was in the position to readily avoid. By teh time she recovered, she felt the blemishing across the trident, damages that will take time for the weapon to recover from and buff out. So long as it remained intact, she could maintain it.

But now it was Tunic's turn again. Shifting her stance once more, Tunic let the weight shift to the balls of her feet, hopping in place between both feet until she felt an opening. Jumping into the air, she shifted her weight to bring the head of the weapon down towards Zuqetta. With no real force behind this strike, it was more to measure the degree of ground superiority she would need to put this fight back into her hands.

Only a Non-KP strike made!

Changes:

KP: 4/6 -> 6/6 (+2)

MP: 3/6 -> 5/6 (+2)

Health: 7/290% - > 31/290% (+24%)

Plotter | Tunic | Himnabrjótur

Zuqetta
Dreadspawn

Saiyan Monarch

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 160,160
XP: 3,018
Raging Spirit (x5)
Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @zuqetta
Posts: 1,410 Female

Item Malus: 5,000

Minion PL: 48,048
Minion Forms: Super Saiyan (x18)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Aug 20, 2024 20:30:49 GMT -5

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Post by Zuqetta on Aug 20, 2024 20:30:49 GMT -5

Zuqetta Dreadwyrm

Species	Saiyan
Base Battle Power	160,160
Dialogue Color	ff84eb

Post	19
Word Count	573
Total Word Count	12,617

Not yet armed with her own skill in the weapon of the duel, Zuqetta's strikes were easily met by Tunic, who despite her lack of sight had been able to read Zuqetta's movements with ease. It was only Zuqetta's overwhelming power that made the difference in the exchange, each impact carrying a weight that steadily wore away at Tunic. Zuqetta's eyes remained close, her brow furrowing as she tried to concentrate on the sounds around her; impacting weapons, the sheering of the air with every swing, movements upon the ground they stood and shuffling of clothes.

It was a cacophony, much too difficult to discern for the inexperienced Zuqetta, something made clear when Tunic moved back and the sounds of combat ceased. Zuqetta adjusted, listening carefully for her opponent, yet Tunic's footsteps would vanish; she raised a brow, realizing a moment too late what the sound of sheering wind was. With a rather firm smack, Zuqetta would find herself successfully bonked by the metal weapon of her opponent; if there was one thing that having her eyes closed DID amplify, it was pain!

"GGYYY-OUCH!!!" Zuqetta dropped her weapon, taking several steps back as she rubbed her head with both hands. One eye open, she looked over Tunic with a borderline vengeful gaze, before giving a deep pout and reaching down for her trident, "Wanna play tricks, huh? Okay, I'll show ya some tricks!" she'd remark smugly, standing back up and dematerializing her trident, "Not like you'll see 'em though!" she'd tease, the remark aimed at Tunic's insistence of keeping her eyes closed.

Zuqetta took a deep breath, feeling far more like herself, though she wouldn't go so far as to draw upon her greater power for what was meant to be a friendly spar. Her magic felt greatly recovered however, allowing her to materialize an assortment of five floating swords behind her back. She would release her breath, pulling the front of her hood down in front of her face. The pain atop her head subsided, as it did, Zuqetta felt further calm; she was intent in continuing this sudden blind training of hers, and would put further focus into what she could hear and feel.

Her stance become one much more comfortable, one she was accustomed to; despite her change in tactics however, she had no intention of leaving Tunic at a disadvantage, "No more spear thingy for me-" she'd remark, her tail sweeping the ground behind her in anticipation, "Fists and blades!" she'd admit, alerting Tunic to her intent.

Giving an honorable enough heads-up, Zuqetta would rush forward, her blades following behind her as if with a will of their own.

Zuqetta rushed in, jumping into the air as she neared Tunic; her opener being a twist of her body to deliver a sudden tail swipe to Tunics face. This would prove to be a feint however, something to hopefully catch Tunic off-guard as the five blades rushed through the air, dispersing from one another before redirecting towards Tunic from five different directions. The blades were smaller than normal, mere short swords without guards or handles; they moved quick, piercing the air past Tunic and changing direction over and over in an attempt to deliver as many small cuts to Tunic as possible. All the while, Zuqetta would keep the distance between she and Tunic close, seeking to make Tunic's longer weapon as useless as possible, if she could.

Blade Dance || 60% Light Offensive used against Himnabrjótur!
[PL: 79,051][-3KP][+1MP]

Active Multiplier	x1
Current Battle Power	131,752
Damage	15/270%
Ki Points	1/6
Momentum Points	6/6
Sparking	1/1

Traits

Saiyan Pride	Inactive
Bare-Knuckle Brawler	Active
Burning Ki	1/1
Impossible Recovery	1/1

Tunic
Renowned Power

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 5
XP: 9,580
Fighter's Instinct (x3)

Tag: @tunic
Posts: 267

Item Malus: 8,500

Minion PL: 80,000
Minion Forms: Mithril Seiryū (x4), Orichalcum Genbu (x5)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Crunch Time (x3)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Aug 29, 2024 12:39:35 GMT -5

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Post by Tunic on Aug 29, 2024 12:39:35 GMT -5

Ser Tunic Leopold Bradfod Baskerville Esq

Species	Earthling/Alien (Ancestral Weapon)
Base Battle Power	5/23,955
Dialogue Color	1979e6

Active Multiplier	x4
Current Battle Power	95,820
Damage	7/290%
Ki Points	4/6
Momentum Points	3/6
Sparking	2/2

Traits

Antisense	Active
Trump Card	1/1
Wealthy	Active
Deep Pockets	Active
Cash Money	Active
Full Sauce	Inactive
Hardy	Active
Efficient Adaptation	1/1

Post	20
Word Count	313
Total Word Count	12,874
Art Source: Commission from Innovator123 on Deviantart.

Feeling her strike connect, Tunic launched herself backward as soon as her feet hit the ground, Intent to create distance between her and Zuqetta. From what she could tell, the strike carried enough weight to it for the Saiyan to notice. Whether this was noteworthy or not, Tunic was uncertain, her focus more on the spar itself than on any form of loss or victory. whatever came from this bout would prove valuable for practice down the line after all. Slowing her breaths, the young Baskerville cleared her mind and prepared for the next round of their practice melee.

Raising an eyebrow, Tunic pondered what Zuqetta was referring to with tricks. Blissfully unaware of the manifest blades surrounding the Saiyan Tunic kept her stance, anticipating any incoming strikes from her opponent only for nothing to immediately follow. For a moment, she considered opening her eyes, but she knew as soon as she did so her concentration would be shot for the remainder of the fight. She had to maintain focus and prepare herself for whatever Zuqetta might try to throw at her.

It would be the Saiyan's comments that told her she would have to anticipate something different, shifting her stance to one of immediate defense and pressing her feet into the ground firmly. She heard Zuqetta's initiao approach before the steps stopped, only the din of various entities shifting through the air around her, alerting her to the continued approach. But, even as the blades and Zuqetta entered Tunic's battlesphere, there was no time to react by their speed alone. shifting the trident around herself, Tunic did the absolute most she could to avoid the blades hitting her own body.

Her momentum lost and shaking her head after that onslaught. "If that is your pace unhindered by a new weapon, I can't keep up." She spoke, lowering Himnabrjótur and opening her eyes.

Only a Non-KP strike made!

Changes:

KP: 6/6

MP: 5/6 -> 6/6 (+1)

Health: 110/290% (+79%)

Plotter | Tunic | Himnabrjótur

Zuqetta
Dreadspawn

Saiyan Monarch

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 160,160
XP: 3,018
Raging Spirit (x5)
Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @zuqetta
Posts: 1,410 Female

Item Malus: 5,000

Minion PL: 48,048
Minion Forms: Super Saiyan (x18)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Sept 7, 2024 20:23:58 GMT -5

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Post by Zuqetta on Sept 7, 2024 20:23:58 GMT -5

Tunic was being pushed back, it was easy for even Zuqetta to tell; the amount of force put into the practice match had gone beyond what was necessary, and Zuqetta would leap back, immediately drawing her blades back to her. Sure enough, Tunic would respond in kind, lowering her weapon and opening her eyes. It was hard to tell if this was a declaration of defeat, but considering she'd decided to finally see visually what was going on Zuqetta took it as such. Her face brightened up excitedly before she would bounce and cheer at her presumed victory.

"Hehehe~! It's my victory then!" she'd exclaim, her floating blades flying in circles around her form, "Heehee, and I didn't even hafta go Super or nothin'!" she'd remark smugly, rushing up towards Tunic and looking up to her with a happy smile.

The blades she conjured would vanish, indicating the end of their spar, at least from Zuqetta's perspective. Her tail swaying and flicking about happily gave away her excitement at the outcome, assuming her words and expression hadn't already.

"The way you're able ta fight with seein' nothin' though? If I'd tried ta keep that up with ya, I'd have lost for sure, you've trained a lot." she'd admit, showing a more humble side, "It'd have been even harder if our strength was equal, my senses are still a bit wobbly, but I could tell towards the end that I had the upper-hand in that regard." she'd say, her expression becoming a bit more inquisitive as she mulled over the fight, "I've gotta do a TON more training if I wanna protect my people."

She began to recall Namek, with her weakness fading and strength returning, she was steadily becoming more aware of everything that had transpired. The quick spar had helped to rouse her, and while it was nice to enjoy a small break, she was reminded of the fight against Yangcong and all that had been lost. It wasn't something she intended to bother Tunic with, but she knew it was time to start setting her priorities straight, with the first priority being to get back to Plant. Considering how her ship was destroyed however, Earth warranted a small investigation to see just how bad things had become.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she both felt and heard her stomach growl; her face reddening as she brought a paw to her belly.

"Ah! Heh, sorry, got kinda lost in thought there-" she'd remark, "All that movement made me kinda hungry, wanna get another snack?" she'd ask, despite the fact it hadn't been too long since they'd enjoyed a rather hearty meal.

Zuqetta dispels her weapons!

Utility Technique || Mana Veil is Activated!
(Cannot be sensed by characters without the Eagle Eyed Trait)

[Post: +2KP]

Form: Base (x1)
Base PL: 160,160
Current PL: 131,752

KP: 1/6 (-2)
MP: 6/6 (--)
DMG: 15% / 270% (--%)
Status: --

Passive Effects:
    Impossible Recovery: Wound penalty is reduced by 25%
    Noble Blood: Total DMG Threshold +20%, Critical DMG Threshold +30%
    Saiyan Pride: +10% Technique Boost when at or above 100% DMG (Inactive)
Resources:
    Impossible Recovery: Use Second Wind even if already transformed
    Zenkai: 1 Zenkai Charge received at 100% DMG, 2 Zenkai Charges received at 200% DMG
Items: --

Post - 20

WC - 449

TWC - 13,066

Tunic
Renowned Power

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 5
XP: 9,580
Fighter's Instinct (x3)

Tag: @tunic
Posts: 267

Item Malus: 8,500

Minion PL: 80,000
Minion Forms: Mithril Seiryū (x4), Orichalcum Genbu (x5)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Crunch Time (x3)

Happenstances at the Baskerville Estate [Invite] Sept 7, 2024 21:26:25 GMT -5

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Post by Tunic on Sept 7, 2024 21:26:25 GMT -5

Ser Tunic Leopold Bradfod Baskerville Esq

Species	Earthling/Alien (Ancestral Weapon)
Base Battle Power	5/23,955
Dialogue Color	1979e6

Active Multiplier	x4
Current Battle Power	95,820
Damage	7/290%
Ki Points	4/6
Momentum Points	3/6
Sparking	2/2

Traits

Antisense	Active
Trump Card	1/1
Wealthy	Active
Deep Pockets	Active
Cash Money	Active
Full Sauce	Inactive
Hardy	Active
Efficient Adaptation	1/1

Post	21
Word Count	429
Total Word Count	13,303
Art Source: Commission from Innovator123 on Deviantart.

Tunic was still recovering her breath from the attempt to block that incoming strike as Zuqetta started speaking again. For a moment the young Baskerville wasn't registering her words, but then it finally clicked and Tunic gave a soft laugh. "I never stood a chance I think." She replied, pulling the small silver capsule from her pocket and pressing it against the length of her trident, easily storing the weapon within so she would not be forced to pack it back to the estate. She looked around and squinted some, assessing the minor damage that had been done to the areas.

"Wait, what do you mean by super?" Tunic's eyebrow raised curiously as she addressed that comment. It had become abundantly clear to Tunic that the Saiyan girl held back, but to what extent she could not put her finger on. Whatever degree it was must have been a lot more than was shown in their brief spar. In some ways that scared Tunic and in others it fascinated her. But whatever the case she had lost here and it was reason enough for Tunic to look forward to bettering her training in the future. Especially if there were others as strong as or stronger than Zuqetta out there.

Tunic nodded along with Zuqetta's assessment, seeing that the two were of a similar mind regarding Tunic's own capabilities. Though the young Baskerville had to wonder just how much more Zuqetta felt she had to grow if whatever well of power she hid from Tunic wasn't enough as it was. "After this spar, I realize I have been slacking in my own work it seems." Tunic mused, slipping her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. "I used to do a lot more when my Father was alive, but in the four years since, it has been hard to justify that same effort." She was candid with her response and shrugged some.

"I can get Merri to prepare us something again, certainly." Tunic replied with a soft smile, beckoning for Zuqetta to follow her back to the estate. Lifting her hand up to a small radio in her ear, Tunic pressed into the device and connected to the estate communication channel. "Please prepare an early supper if you will, I would like to ensure our guest leaves with a proper meal and enough reason to consider her stay a good one." There was a hint of authority in Tunic's voice as she sought to abide verbatim by the codex of House Baskerville and how they sought to treat their guests.

Thread END

Plotter | Tunic | Himnabrjótur

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