The Calamity: (Teddie) vs. (Dev)

[Teddie]

Nooooo its not a whole star silly. It's coming out of the mist. A three mile wide section of a star. Like, the very very ultra bottom of a star.


I am here - T

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mist.
.................................................. ....
__| ...........................................
__|___ ..............................
__|_____ .................... Star


This is you --- D

It is coming out of the mist from one side, just downwards. And will only fall as far as it allows by the mist. It will fall and strike the earth/you, as if its falling out of a portal. But its not a planet bust. Think of it as a much bigger mountain. That spews acid and toxic fog.

I know my limits silly. I'm not going to send an entire star at you. How the hell could I survive that.

[Devroux]

Originally Posted by Teddie

Nooooo its not a whole star silly. It's coming out of the mist. A three mile wide section of a star. Like, the very very ultra bottom of a star.


I am here - T

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mist.
.................................................. ....
__| ...........................................
__|___ ..............................
__|_____ .................... Star


This is you --- D

It is coming out of the mist from one side, just downwards. And will only fall as far as it allows by the mist. It will fall and strike the earth/you, as if its falling out of a portal. But its not a planet bust. Think of it as a much bigger mountain. That spews acid and toxic fog.

I know my limits silly. I'm not going to send an entire star at you. How the hell could I survive that.

Screw logic. Throw a star.

Is the Hunger just kind of throwing up what it's already eaten or are you pretty much just creating this stuff via magic?

[Devroux]

Originally Posted by Teddie

A friend? You can't be serious.
"You're friends with a sword. How quaint."

Grabbing my zanpakto by the handle, I notice your being throwing the mountain back at me. Raising the third trumpet to my lips, I smile. The blue flames, including the ones I threw at you, disappear.

A sword is a sword. No matter what you do, it will always be a sword. Masamaru is the weakest part of Killsworth Edvund III, so weak in fact that he doesn't even get a number. It isnt Killsworth Edvund IV, now, is it? No, a sword is a sword, and I wont fight anyone who thinks a sword can cut down three gods.

I stare at my hand, and the number 2 appears on it, subsequently bursting into flames. I roar out in pain, but there is a noticeable spike in my spiritual pressure. I then blow into the trumpet, this note being a deep rich G, on an octave too low for a normal trumpet to hit. Immediately, a swirling vortex of the mist appears above me, encompassing all of the sky that can be seen. A green fog begins to creep down in tendrils, pouring over the recesses of the space between the ground and sky. You notice a mask of red mist over my face. As a hole parts in the mist, I soar above the cloud and stare down at you.

"Its name is Wormwood. The gas it gives off is poisonous, and its goal is to scorch the entire earth, burning it all to the ground. It is a star, falling upon you. "

From the mist, a massive ball of green and yellow flame begins to descend. It is massive, but doesn't seem to give off much heat. The flames burn all that they touch, but it doesn't seem to be a burn like a fire. It seems more like an acid. The ribbons that touch it are incinerated. The star falls, swiftly. The cloud of the mist is about 3 miles in diameter, so the star itself isn't leaving the mist. No, what is leaving the mist is a bottom fraction of the star. Not even a piece of its true splendor. The air becomes toxic, painful to breath. My mask is to devour the bad air and spit oxygen into my mouth simultaneously, keeping me alive. It falls towards you, bringing signs of death, despair, and destruction.

There is only more. Remember, Devroux, there are seven trumpets. So stop being such a bore, and tell me what it is that scares you. Tell me why you wake up, and why you are fine with going to sleep at night. Tell me your dreams. And do not tell me the same old that everyone else thinks they are afraid of. Tell me what it is that you truly fear.

In an instant the giant rock and blue fire that I had attempted to hurl back at the Old God are gone, just gone. My opponent believes that a sword is nothing but a tool, but also seems to give a hint to his name. From the sounds of it, he is the first part of Killsworth Edvund with Hunger and Thirst being the two other parts that make up the whole Killsworth Edvund III. At least, that's what I gathered out of it, although that doesn't present much to the fight other than the fact that my opponent has several issues with multiple personalities.

Either way, a new threat arises when he blows the third trumpet and something burns on his hand. The red mist that had eaten my ribbons before appears above our heads, giving birth to a green mist and a three mile-in-diameter stone named Wormwood. The Biblical allegory is not lost on me though, but presents the idea that this stone is just a small portion of a star.

My opponent takes off through the cloud of smoke high above my head, but the voice of Hunger still reaches me loud and clear, explaining that there are several more trumpets to be seen and asking for more stories to be told. The Old God seems to like hearing me talk, but he mustn't want it to last long if he's going to attempt to completely annihilate me with a star. Can't say I don't blame him though. There's a lot at stake.

I pull the trigger of my one of my guns, but nothing exits the barrel. I look up at the falling star and wait as the gravity slowly lets the star and fog drift down to me. Although deadly, the sight is actually very beautiful, almost calming, yet exhilarating at the same time. How many chances in your life time are you going to see this after all?

"Fears? I don't really know the meaning of that," I jest. "I really don't tend to fear anything, but death seems to be exempt from that list. While I'm afraid to die, it's also something I welcome. I yearn for the new adventure, but losing what I've already gained is something that I do fear. Other than that, I'm far too much of a realist to not know that I'm strong enough to not have to fear much. I guess, in a way, my fear and dream is one in the same."

I finish as a sound similar to an egg shell cracking begins to fill my ears. The sky above me is seen to be cracking as if it were a solid. In a heartbeat, the sky is wrenched apart to reveal a vast, white wasteland filled with absolutely nothing; an open pocket dimension leading to the realm my zanpaktou resides in. I acts as a vacuum, sucking in the fog that falls, the mist that births the star, and ultimately the star itself, although the chunk of star that is being sucked in is not taken whole, but violently dismantled by the force of the pull. This force is also felt here on the ground, with all loose material being sucked upwards and lost within my zanpaktou. Although these objects are lost within this void, people with high control over themselves and their spiritual energy seem to be able to avoid this suction without thought, as if Tempus has passed judgement on their strength and allows them to live. Although, if they aren't defying gravity, incapacitated, or just decide to go in, they will be trapped as well.

"What about you, Killsworth? What does a man as powerful as you fear or dream of?" This question truly interests me. So far I've talked about myself, but if I could have the chance to find out the thoughts of an Old God, then I've accomplished more than enough in a fight such as this.

I then decide to move for the first time and shunpo around the rift in space, the falling star, the edge of the mist that is being sucked in, and after a few moments reappear into the normal state of movement at a position above my opponent. I aim the guns at him and pull the triggers quickly, releasing a torrent of greenish-yellow rocks at my opponent, which just so happen to be small pieces of the very Wormwood star that he had just tried to crush me with, meaning they have the same exact effect as the real thing, but are just in smaller pieces than what the original was in.

As a last bit of insurance I pull the trigger again, opening another rift in space behind my opponent, but as a far smaller version than the star-eater that I had opened previously. This acts as a net in attempt to either capture my opponent or keep him from moving backwards away from the shots I had fired. If my Wormwood bits still miss, they will just be recycled back into the void that they had been sucked into once before.

"I just figured I had to get closer," I say, laughing. "Can't have you tossing stars the entire time."

[Teddie]

Spitting out things its eaten. I've been on a lot of journeys.

[Devroux]

That secret was hidden in the name.

[Devroux]

I noticed I didn't say it in the move, so I'm saying it now: The smaller tear will act like the bigger one in the sense that it will suck in the mist and other crap, but it works on a smaller scale.

[Teddie]

Yeah, Devvy-poo, I'll counter tomorrow. I havent slept since Saturday.

[Teddie]

Originally Posted by Devroux

In an instant the giant rock and blue fire that I had attempted to hurl back at the Old God are gone, just gone. My opponent believes that a sword is nothing but a tool, but also seems to give a hint to his name. From the sounds of it, he is the first part of Killsworth Edvund with Hunger and Thirst being the two other parts that make up the whole Killsworth Edvund III. At least, that's what I gathered out of it, although that doesn't present much to the fight other than the fact that my opponent has several issues with multiple personalities.

Either way, a new threat arises when he blows the third trumpet and something burns on his hand. The red mist that had eaten my ribbons before appears above our heads, giving birth to a green mist and a three mile-in-diameter stone named Wormwood. The Biblical allegory is not lost on me though, but presents the idea that this stone is just a small portion of a star.

My opponent takes off through the cloud of smoke high above my head, but the voice of Hunger still reaches me loud and clear, explaining that there are several more trumpets to be seen and asking for more stories to be told. The Old God seems to like hearing me talk, but he mustn't want it to last long if he's going to attempt to completely annihilate me with a star. Can't say I don't blame him though. There's a lot at stake.

I pull the trigger of my one of my guns, but nothing exits the barrel. I look up at the falling star and wait as the gravity slowly lets the star and fog drift down to me. Although deadly, the sight is actually very beautiful, almost calming, yet exhilarating at the same time. How many chances in your life time are you going to see this after all?

"Fears? I don't really know the meaning of that," I jest. "I really don't tend to fear anything, but death seems to be exempt from that list. While I'm afraid to die, it's also something I welcome. I yearn for the new adventure, but losing what I've already gained is something that I do fear. Other than that, I'm far too much of a realist to not know that I'm strong enough to not have to fear much. I guess, in a way, my fear and dream is one in the same."

I finish as a sound similar to an egg shell cracking begins to fill my ears. The sky above me is seen to be cracking as if it were a solid. In a heartbeat, the sky is wrenched apart to reveal a vast, white wasteland filled with absolutely nothing; an open pocket dimension leading to the realm my zanpaktou resides in. I acts as a vacuum, sucking in the fog that falls, the mist that births the star, and ultimately the star itself, although the chunk of star that is being sucked in is not taken whole, but violently dismantled by the force of the pull. This force is also felt here on the ground, with all loose material being sucked upwards and lost within my zanpaktou. Although these objects are lost within this void, people with high control over themselves and their spiritual energy seem to be able to avoid this suction without thought, as if Tempus has passed judgement on their strength and allows them to live. Although, if they aren't defying gravity, incapacitated, or just decide to go in, they will be trapped as well.

"What about you, Killsworth? What does a man as powerful as you fear or dream of?" This question truly interests me. So far I've talked about myself, but if I could have the chance to find out the thoughts of an Old God, then I've accomplished more than enough in a fight such as this.

I then decide to move for the first time and shunpo around the rift in space, the falling star, the edge of the mist that is being sucked in, and after a few moments reappear into the normal state of movement at a position above my opponent. I aim the guns at him and pull the triggers quickly, releasing a torrent of greenish-yellow rocks at my opponent, which just so happen to be small pieces of the very Wormwood star that he had just tried to crush me with, meaning they have the same exact effect as the real thing, but are just in smaller pieces than what the original was in.

As a last bit of insurance I pull the trigger again, opening another rift in space behind my opponent, but as a far smaller version than the star-eater that I had opened previously. This acts as a net in attempt to either capture my opponent or keep him from moving backwards away from the shots I had fired. If my Wormwood bits still miss, they will just be recycled back into the void that they had been sucked into once before.

"I just figured I had to get closer," I say, laughing. "Can't have you tossing stars the entire time."

You block Wormwood, and I am sad. It was such beautiful attack. As you appear behind me, firing the shots of Wormwood at me, I am sad again. I cant believe you're shooting my beautiful star at me. BUT ALAS.

I coat my sword in the mist, but I notice the Mist is being sucked into the gravity vacuum thing behind me. To counter this, I make the mist flow onto my sword like a stream, so that the mist is still flying off but is always coating the blade. I parry the two pieces of Wormwood with my sword, and the mist on the sword eats the pieces. I then sonido towards you, the mist leaving a trail off of my sword that mimics my path. Grabbing my sword by the handle, I swing it at your stomach, attempting to slice you in half. Sliding on the air, I go under your legs in the same motion, popping up behind you and flipping back. The force of your vacuums keeps the mist pouring off my blade, and now there is a straight line between your vacuum, you and me. The mist therefore rushes directly at you, spurred on by your vacuum and your vacuum's speed. I flare the mist out, so that the edges curve towards the vacuum, creating a sphere of mist surrounding you and a line of mist going straight towards you. Slicing my hand with my sword, I charge a yellow cero in it, and the yellow mixes with the blood. I fire a Gran Rey Cero Yazoro - Kiiro at you, which takes the shape a speed of a bolt of lightning and flies down at you, tearing through the mist and air and going straight from me to you, tracing your spiritual pressure to its source. The only way to stop it is to completely cut off all of your spiritual pressure. Only then will it stop chasing you.

"Fear?"
Fear. That's a question we are seldom asked. I fear the day when there wont be anything left worth eating in the world.
"I don't know if I fear anything really. The thought has never crossed my mind. I've been too focused on forward to progress to waste time on such a thing as fear. We leave fear to Thirst. He lets people feel fear. Hunger focuses on Pain and I just kill people with my fists."
Its an interesting conundrum that you pose, though. Very interesting indeed.

I hold my blade in the air and examine it. White flames begin to sprout from it at all sides, and I place the third trumpet into the sea of mist and flames, drawing forth the fourth trumpet. I hold it to my lips, and await your attack.

[Devroux]

Originally Posted by Teddie

You block Wormwood, and I am sad. It was such beautiful attack. As you appear behind me, firing the shots of Wormwood at me, I am sad again. I cant believe you're shooting my beautiful star at me. BUT ALAS.

I coat my sword in the mist, but I notice the Mist is being sucked into the gravity vacuum thing behind me. To counter this, I make the mist flow onto my sword like a stream, so that the mist is still flying off but is always coating the blade. I parry the two pieces of Wormwood with my sword, and the mist on the sword eats the pieces. I then sonido towards you, the mist leaving a trail off of my sword that mimics my path. Grabbing my sword by the handle, I swing it at your stomach, attempting to slice you in half. Sliding on the air, I go under your legs in the same motion, popping up behind you and flipping back. The force of your vacuums keeps the mist pouring off my blade, and now there is a straight line between your vacuum, you and me. The mist therefore rushes directly at you, spurred on by your vacuum and your vacuum's speed. I flare the mist out, so that the edges curve towards the vacuum, creating a sphere of mist surrounding you and a line of mist going straight towards you. Slicing my hand with my sword, I charge a yellow cero in it, and the yellow mixes with the blood. I fire a Gran Rey Cero Yazoro - Kiiro at you, which takes the shape a speed of a bolt of lightning and flies down at you, tearing through the mist and air and going straight from me to you, tracing your spiritual pressure to its source. The only way to stop it is to completely cut off all of your spiritual pressure. Only then will it stop chasing you.

"Fear?"
Fear. That's a question we are seldom asked. I fear the day when there wont be anything left worth eating in the world.
"I don't know if I fear anything really. The thought has never crossed my mind. I've been too focused on forward to progress to waste time on such a thing as fear. We leave fear to Thirst. He lets people feel fear. Hunger focuses on Pain and I just kill people with my fists."
Its an interesting conundrum that you pose, though. Very interesting indeed.

I hold my blade in the air and examine it. White flames begin to sprout from it at all sides, and I place the third trumpet into the sea of mist and flames, drawing forth the fourth trumpet. I hold it to my lips, and await your attack.

The Old God easily defends against my simple attack, as expected and quickly comes in for an attack. He swings at my abdomen with his sword, covering it with mist, but that is easily countered by falling backwards and catching myself with my hands, ultimately ducking beneath the swing and out of harm. However, this simple attack isn't all that my opponent offers.

||| Hado 58: Tenran |||

He ducks below me, still dragging the mist with him. Waving his arms, sword, and mist around, the mist slowly engulfs me. At this point, I realize that I had left the rift in space open, which caused this predicament to happen. Pulling the left trigger I promptly close it, not even having to look at it, but just think it. By pulling the right trigger, I release a gust of wind caused by a kido spell. With my still being bent backwards, the spell is released downwards opening a hole in the bottom of my enclosure. I then release the platform I was being held on, dropping through the hole, and flash stepping to safety. Even at this point, my opponent is not done with his attack.

||| Forbidden Kido: Sanguinem Anguis Emundationem |||

As soon as I stop flash stepping, I am faced with a lightning bolt that quickly comes my way. This is easily avoided by another flash step further into the distance, but to my surprise, the bolt seems to follow me. I flash step again, this time quickly arcing over the bolt to be behind it, but again it comes my way. By this time, I'm absolutely sure it's not going to be evaded like it usually would be, so I holster my guns. Bringing my left hand to my face, I bite my thumb and open up a small, bleeding wound. Pointing this towards the oncoming bolt, the blood pours from the small wound as if I were going to die of blood loss, turning my arm a pasty white in color. Instead of this blood falling to the ground, it stays collected in a large stream in front of me, quickly shaping itself into a form of that similar to a snake. This snake opens its mouth, swallowing the energy that had come in my direction and then quickly flows back into my body, closing the wound behind it. From this point, my arm gets its color back, but the veins in my arm pop out and other veins, similar to the roots of trees and colored a dark black, form all over the refilled arm. These veins stop at my shoulder and then, all at once, my arm goes limp, leaving me with only my right arm to freely use.

After absorbing the bolt into my own body, I look back towards my opponent, smiling happily. The rush of battle is glorious and very entertaining. "Let your abilities track me down. I'll take them one by one. But careful, don't become fearful of not being able to stump me," I say, laughing more.

||| Fissura: Meteoron Imber |||

Drawing my right pistol from its holster once more, I pull the trigger twice, releasing a quick energy bullet towards my opponent for kicks, but also opening another fissure in the sky above my opponent. Rather than becoming a vacuum like the others, this one is able to regurgitate matter that was previously traveling at some other point in space and time. This particular rift spills forth meteors of all different sizes, ranging from the size of pebbles to the size of houses. As a final addition to this glorious meteor shower, the final meteor is the size of Rhode Island, stretching and breaking the fissure open more to allow easier passage for itself into our current realm of being. As for myself, trying not to be burned by the frictional fires caused by it entering our atmosphere at such a speed, open up a passage through space and time that allows me to near instantaneously go from being nearly beneath this meteor to standing on the ground on the outer edges of the rock.

"You can make stars fall, so I figured why not I?"

||| Solaris Flammae |||

I point my gun at my opponent again once more as reiatsu starts to collect in a tight sphere in front of the barrel. Concentrating hard I add more energy and keep compacting the sphere with pure will power and control over my reiatsu. It collects and grows, but I again keep condensing it tighter and tighter to keep it about the size of a marble. As it condenses further, the sides begin to bubble and heat up, becoming unstable in their pressurized state. However, I continue condensing it as the meteors continue to fall, keeping every up-rise of energy condensed into a tight ball, continuing to add energy the entire time. Finally, when I feel it's at a state powerful enough, I slightly release control. The mass has condensed to a point where its density is controlled on its own, having a gravitational force high enough to keep itself together. As solar flares begin to pop out, I push those back in keeping slight control over my reiatsu, but still continuing to add more energy and keeping it at its current size. Finally, I open a space in my control and let a solar flare, larger than the ball of reiatsu itself and overall large enough to engulf the field, fly out towards my opponent. This flare had a controlled release, making it so that it would fly towards my opponent from beneath him at the same point in which the giant meteor would fall. Being a solar flare, it has a high amount of heat and would ultimately disintegrate my opponent if he were hit.

After releasing the solar flare, I move the gun of my barrel towards my face, the sphere of reiatsu moving with it. Opening my mouth, I stick the reiatsu in and swallow it, absorbing it back into my body for later use. Re-holstering the gun, I begin to rub the shoulder of my left arm, as it is out of commission for the time being.

[Teddie]

Thats really funny, because I live in Rhode Island. You knew that though, didnt you?
Rhode Island is still over 1000 square miles. Are you sureeee about creating something that big?

[Devroux]

Originally Posted by Teddie

Thats really funny, because I live in Rhode Island. You knew that though, didnt you?
Rhode Island is still over 1000 square miles. Are you sureeee about creating something that big?

*squints* What happens if I say yes?
Yes. Block a Rhode Island with three dimensions. o>o

[Bacon]

Dev do it

[Teddie]

And you can just teleport that distance instantly is what you're saying. -__-

[Noctis Arashi]

Pshhh, I eat rhode island for breakfast.

[Teddie]

Ehhhhhh dont think so

[Devroux]

I only teleported like that because I wasn't countering your attack. If that still bothers you, I could deal with dropping below you or whatever.

[Vatanui AKA Pride]

Originally Posted by Teddie

Thats really funny, because I live in Rhode Island. You knew that though, didnt you?
Rhode Island is still over 1000 square miles. Are you sureeee about creating something that big?

You gotta admit, the amount of scientific realism in that counter is astounding.
Giant-ass teleporting meteors, whew.

[Teddie]

Sigh. I just dont like things that big.

[Blind Uchiha]

Just my two cents: That was nothing like an attack a certain Uchiha utilized in Naruto recently.

[Devroux]

Originally Posted by Vatanui AKA Pride

You gotta admit, the amount of scientific realism in that counter is astounding.
Giant-ass teleporting meteors, whew.

Can't tell if serious...
Can't tell if should care...

Originally Posted by Teddie

Sigh. I just dont like things that big.

So what to do? You going to counter it anyway or do you want me to reduce it in size?

Originally Posted by Blind Uchiha

Just my two cents: That was nothing like an attack a certain Uchiha utilized in Naruto recently.

Not intentional.