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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Apr 12, 2018 1:45:27 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| How could one accurately recreate the dark, mysterious allure of magic, especially, when each of contestants had already proved themselves competent in their craft? Dieter’s verdant eyes drifted downwards, his attention lingering upon the pulsating glyph on the back of his right hand. Its’ purpose was three-fold, not only did it serve as proof of his bond with Belias Gigas, it’d acted as a limiter of sorts and concealed his true nature, and lastly it was a reservoir for his master’s extensive knowledge. Without further hesitation, the Dark Knight pressed forward, narrowly passing by Clopin and the other contestant as he’d took the front-most position on the stage.
His verdant eyes drifted softly shut as he’d begun to recite innumerable verses of memorized incantations. With each word that spilt from between his lips, one could feel the very atmosphere shifting in accordance to his desires. The environment grew arid, most could feel the humidity rising until half of the on-lookers were fanning themselves desperately in search of some form of relief. His eyes fluttered open once he’d finished the incantation, a few surprised gasps could be heard from the crowd. What those behind him couldn’t necessarily see was that Dieter’s scalera had turned pitch black, his iris wasn’t a dusky jade, no, now it was a piercing, iridescent gold.
His lips curled upwards just as he’d finished invoking Hellfire , the very ground beneath him suddenly glowed red hot, one could see wisps of smoke emerging from the stage, one could even hear the sound of the cobblestone beneath it bubbling. Before any complaints could be voiced, the flames exploded upwards, encompassing its’ caster in a shrouding veil of sweltering amaranthine flames. In the instance, the Dark Knight’s transformation began. From within the flames, onlookers could see Dieter’s silhouette as it’d contorted in a ghastly manner. They could see the skin on his forehead and back as it’d split open, they’d heard the sickening crunch as his spine lengthened and horned protrusion began to emerge from his head.
That wasn’t only the change though, the manifestation of his soul could be seen, three large crystalloid structures were visible upon his forehead, with a small fourth one slowly coming into existence. With a swipe of his now clawed hand, the flames momentarily parted to display his demonic visage to the crowd. His razor sharp claws splayed dramatically out in their direction as he’d chuckled to himself.
“Never believe what you see.”
Dieter stated candidly, his voice having dropped a few octaves, its’ childish nature forsaken for a rich velvety baritone. Once he’d said his part, the flames exploded upwards once more recloaking Dieter with his fiery shroud of mystery. The next time they saw him, they’d see the same child that had stood before them before.
“The truth is never quite as it seems.”
With a snap of his fingers, the flames died instantly, the only traces of their existence was the singed section of the stage and the still smoldering rocks beneath the stage. He’d proceeded to pivot on his heel, his hand returning to the hilt of his blade as he’d passed by Clopin and the remainder of his competition.
1. Used Hellfire & Archdaemon Heritage ( Passive to assume his true form)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 14:02:36 GMT -5
He had seen part of Dieter's other form... and never had he seen him release it completely. The Genome stared at the flames and the form that was reveled in the flames, his heart having started to pount in his chest when he remembered how they met. It took him a moment to calm down again, just right when Dieter's performance ended. The man had chosen the Idea he had on his mind when the topic of this round was announced. There is nothing more mysteries than the unknown to most people.. Though he could figure that this display might have scared the audience more than enchanted it.
Kuja sighed, feeling his skin crawl still.. but his emotions were mixed right now, so he might be able to use this to his advantage of triggering his inner powers easier. He only needed to use it for a short amount of time and without using any spells, so it shouldn't exhaust him like when he usually used it. Taking one last deep breath, Kuja decided to step forward to get the attention of the crowd.
The genome placed his hand on his chest and bowed down for a moment. “The Unknown can be scary.. but it can also hold something fascinating. Behold.”
With those soft words spoken, he hoped for the crowd to calm down again before his body would be lifted into the air by his own magic energy, floating a little over the stage now. He had to be careful for the release of energy to not hurt anyone. He would be disqualified if the crowd got injured in any way. He moved his hands to the sides, starting to gather ether on his body, an aura starting to form as he sucked magic into himself to get ready and release it at once. Moving his hands inside, his aura would finally reach it's high level before he moved his hands outside again in a swift motion, the energy releasing itself and making his whole body glow in a blinding light, his body transforming behind the strong shimmer of the energy. When it slowly dimmed, his new form was revealed, a tail uncurling and swiftly striking from side to side, his eyes closed softly as his form continued to float in the air, a few red feathers from his body flying through the air and into the crowd.
Kuja moved a hand through his hair, opening his eyes that have turned into a shade of red, his arms spreading out once more as a few more feathers left his body and floated through the air around him like he had just unfolded invisible wings. Slowly, he would float down again, his feet touching the ground of the stage once more, before his body would return to normal in an other flash of light. He bowed down once more before he turned around and opened the stage for the next contestant.
Kuja used Trance
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 21:07:00 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" The Black Waltz practically trembled on stage as both his greatest terrors in Dieter (his secret fear) Transformed into his perverse human mockery form in a plume of flames, and his master Kuja evolved into a pinnacle of power the Waltz had never seen! His eyes shot wide and he literally DROPPED his staff, his body shivering with the magical pressure that emanated from the two! It was like being compressed in the magical equivalent of a garbage compressor, two GODS among the flawed creation of man... and the even more flawed creation of the creation in machine. Black Waltz 3 could very nearly feel the feathers falling off his wings due to the sheer stress of sensing Kuja's divine power... Oh... my... He whispered in his mind, a hand shooting up to clutch at his hat, to keep it from flying right off his head. He had thought he was a monster... it was what he was programed to believe. Black Waltz 3 was a killing machine... but he was a mere trinket compared to the utter force of nature that was Kuja's Trance-form. At this point... the only thing that kept the Waltz from groveling at the feet of his master... Was that the crowd was all looking at him... After marveling at the divine energies coming from his master, they thought this machine was somehow going to be able to TOP that!... Disgracing himself would disgrace Kuja... that meant the worst death his master could come up with... Black Waltz three stomped his foot, two shards of ice shooting up from the stage, one to each side of him! After a second, the icy creations shattered, revealing complete, moving ice-copies of his fellow Black Waltzes! To the right of him stood the smallest of the 3, the hunched over, bulky ape-built Black Waltz 1, his wrist lightly swaying side to side, his icy bell chiming softly in time with each sway. To the left was tallest, leg-less One female among his race in Black-waltz 2, Her mobody being the only one of the three to sport a full robe and horns. She hovered in the are unlike 1 and 3, her wings flapped periodically, sending small gusts of snow from her feather-tips with each one. sightly behind them both and standing in the center was the most imposing of them all, the caster Black Waltz 3. "....My kin." He explained, his voice rougher than usual... Hoarse... "Nobody has seen our faces... not even our creator. Each one... different. The same with all black mages from my world."
Used Blizzard to conjure up statues of Black Waltz 1 and 2!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2018 13:58:19 GMT -5
No prompting or urging or any bribery of any sort was enough to get the smallest mage moving forward. Only the heat of Dieter’s performance really brought the small boy crashing back to the reality around him and he scrambled away from the front of the stage toward the back his shoulders shaking a bit as he tried to catch his breath. Kuja?! What on earth was he?! Then Vivi caught what his ‘creator’ was ‘casting’ and shuddered violently. No. Not that! He didn’t want to see! Never in a million years did the little mage think he would find himself looking to a Black Waltz for comfort, but he was. It was enough familiarity to remind the small one to breathe even in the face of all three black waltzes crafted of ice. Vivi nodded to himself. For the sake of the conversation they’d had only a while ago, he was determined to get ahold of himself. What was the concept again? Mystery? Well he did have one very odd spell.
Vivi took a tentative step forward, his gloved hands reaching up to rescue the brim of his hat from the incorrect place it was resting. Then he drew in a breath, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he gathered as much energy as he possibly could. Vivi held his hands out before him, his palms up as though he were about to accept something to carry. It started small at first, a strange spark about two feet above his head but then it started to ebb and evolve. There was an echoing hum of that sort of energy that told you not to go down those stairs into that pitch dark room. It was magnificent and wrong as this massive bubble began to form and grow outward, inky black and dim eerie glowing peeking out in places. The bubble grew to be about six times the size of the small mage that was obviously putting a lot of focus into casting it before the boy fell to his knees, his palms hitting the stage. The large bubble sort of congealed and imploded on itself to leave only a deafening silence.
Once he’d taken a moment to catch his breath, Vivi got to his feet and dusted himself, adjusting his hat for a moment before moving back to the back of the stage lethargically.
[Vivi Cast Demi]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2018 8:46:05 GMT -5
"....alright then." The Master said softly to himself, words underneath his breath as most of the others had given their performances. There was a sense of superiority to the words, a total and casual dismissal of everyone there. Slow steps were taken as not a word more was said. The Master seemed....different. Gone was the comedy. Gone were the laughs. Silently the cloaked man stood in the night, arms behind his back as one of them stiffened roughly, the material of his glove whining as fingers cracked and clenched harshly, an unseen but not unheard crackling of faint fire starting to pierce through the air. Though it was no ordinary fire, as the charging spell behind his back did not glow with bright and toasty embers, but instead of eerie blue and insidious violet, the spell dispersing and traveling up along black fingers before each of the five orbs shout out from each finger tip up behind him. For a moment, that was it. Five floating, burning wisps up above in the shape of a circle, having rapidly fired from their master. Though this didn't last long, as the faintly moaning balls of flame started to rotate and and spin, faster and faster, harsher and harsher until there was a veritable ring of spinning dark flame. Faster and faster it spun, until flame and ember started to etch and inch towards the center, like a spider's forming web, all the while darkness, like squid's ink, started to leak and surge out away from the ring with billowing smoke, shrouding the Master away from sight, and darkening everything else in it's way. Even the stars were seemingly swallowed up in the sky. Faster and faster the flames and embers created their first image that soon became clear. The head of a unicorn, eyes a rage-filled red. Though as fast as the design was made, another soon replaced it with frightening speed. Flame and ember morphed, until a snake was seen, darkness oozing out from the cobra's hood like venom. Even faster came the next. An imposing bear, seemingly mid-roar. Then, came the innocent fox, its design threatened to be engulfed by the ever-creeping darkness and smoke still billowing out from the outer ring. Then, like lightning, the fifth was created at an even faster rate. A leopard who eyed the audience like mere, frail prey. And eye the leopard did, for a good long while...before the image seemed to crack like fractured glass, before exploding into a fiery dust, before congealing into a far more solid shape that seemed to hum with a sinister harmony. It was a symbol few knew, but even those that did couldn't even begin to comprehend its true significance. χ
Then, the intersecting segments seemed to align straight upwards, as the outer ring of vicious blue flame filled in the rest of the space, the unused center becoming quite evident...a cat-like iris within a blazing, all-seeing, unblinking Gazing Eye. Just as it was formed, a pitch, high and screeching, sliced through the air, as the Darkness and smoke started to leak further outwards, the Eye seemingly staring at everything. Everyone. Louder and harsher until everything started to... ....swirl. And vanish into the Master's hand. His unrestrained and then re-restrained display finished, he turned to march silently back to his spot with the others. _____________________________________________________________ Master of Masters manipulated a Dark Firaga.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2018 9:30:55 GMT -5
Straight on till Morning | It was never a good feeling to know when you couldn't do something, even more so when you had to learn such a lesson twice in one lifetime. Tinkerbell could only watch as the others performed such feats, leaving the pixie a bit dishearted by her lack of ability to follow suite. As it came to her own turn to perform, the fairy would look around, almost wanting to have a fit. But, rather than create a temper tantrum, the small creature would simply slump forwards, her eyes closed as she lowered herself to the ground.
It was a long walk over to the currents, her hands reaching down towards the tail end of one of the sheets as she held up the white end and flapped it against the wind. The sign of surrender would likely be easy enough to recognize, though she questioned if that would be enough in this case. Still, there were just some things that she was capable of doing and only her. Maybe she wasn't a master magician, but she had put on a good show for a fairy among mages.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2018 22:03:37 GMT -5
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Soon after the platinum warrior also with the same slim sort of demure features as the last transformed into what could best be described as an angel in red feathers. It glowed as a long tail whipped outward. These alternate form divine and demonic so beautiful and so terrifying! ”Such beauty.” Clopin doted for the audience prompting their sounds of awe. Everyone was already so enchanted that they didn’t really seem to notice the fear and the exchanged glances between the two black mage kin of the show.
The Waltz was up next and he used his ice to craft sculptures to tell a story about his people. They were indeed mysterious but it just didn’t have that exact awing effect. If he’d been somehow able to get his kin to his side and have them all three staring down the crowds, Clopin imagined it would have more of that chilling effect and less of a moment at a museum.
The smallest of the mages began his spell and the crowd seemed more confused than anything until a massive ball of energy ebbed to life above him casting an eerie glow on everything before it. It was so mystifying and so cringe worthy, Clopin had never seen anything that could accurately describe it. Clearly it took a lot out of the little guy just to cast it as he feel to his knees but the drama that the little tyke being so drained added was all just a part of the mystery. There were murmurs and whispers from the crowd and because they all didn’t know what else to do they clapped as the little one got back to his feet and joined the others. Clopin didn’t have words. He was just as mystified.
Then came the hooded man, a mystery all his own, orbs of flame gathering and rising to form elaborate and beautiful pictures. They were indeed fascinating…and they were mysterious, but they did not induce that hush or that chill one gets when faced with the dark of such magicks, in fact at several points, there were children calling out the pictures in the fire. The ‘X’ was only more confusing than anything. Still it was an all around interesting spell but it still had that museum display effect...that was until a large eye bore its gaze on the audience. Clopin's jaw tightened as a twinge of fear hit him. That was gonna be tough for the next caster to follow.
Lastly the little fairy having watched her fellow casters sagged with disappointment and she waved forward one of the white sheets. ”Not to worry dear, and never give up! You’re such and enchanting little one! I’m sure you’ll show us your true potential and who you truly are in this final spell. All of you now! Cast your very signature. If there was ever a spell that spoke your very name, cast it now for the world to see that you may be remembered for your power!” With that Clopin disappeared again in a plume of smoke and when it cleared he was missing only to reappear seated on the top of the tent pitched over the amp theater stage itself. ”Once you’ve cast your final spell you may exit through your curtain in the back of the stage!”
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TAGS: @tinkerbell | @masterofmasters | @vivi | @blackwaltz3 | Dieter Wolfram | @kuja | ((There is no posting order. All contestants cast your character's spell for 'SIGNATURE' you have 5 Days! (I really want to give you some time to think on this one.) If you don't cast your spell it's assumed the character's magic fizzles out or they didn't cast anything. This is the final spell make it good! Don't worry about cool downs or if you've already cast something, flavor it differently if you like. GOOD LUCK!))
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Apr 16, 2018 22:45:12 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Dieter’s right hand instinctively drifted downwards towards the hilt of the cumbersome blade that was strapped to his back, its’ hilt angled ever-so towards the right. His fingertips idly stroked the worn leather, momentarily settling into the worn groves – an act that eased his erratic nerves. The Daemon Knight remained absolutely silent as he’d spectated Kuja’s grandeur display. If his own transformation represented cruelness and brutality, the Genome’s was benevolence and grace. Despite their drastic differences, their objectives were the same, regardless of form, both of them were serve a singular purpose – harbingers of the end. Dieter watched as one of Kuja’s shed feathers drifted by, its’ satiny red hue contrasting starkly against the charred sections of the stages. This imagery was almost symbolic, a singular essence of life within a wasteland of despair – had Kuja ever begun the next chapter of his tale?
Dieter couldn’t say for certain, albeit, he was confident that time would tell. Before he could dwell on that matter any longer, Black Waltz. No 3’s icy tribute to his fallen brethren caught his attention. Truly, while it was mysterious, it didn’t provide nearly enough insight to their back story nor their purpose – why had they been created? Still it was a touching sentiment, it’d served as proof that despite the Waltz’ callused demeanor and casual disregard for his own wellbeing – at one point he’d cared for another being. After a few more seconds, the Dark Knight’s attention drifted downwards to Vivi, the diminutive mage. Why did his stature vary so drastically in comparison to his predecessor? Before he could delve further into that issue, Vivi’s ministrations became apparent as the very fabrics of reality began to bend and twist.
The way it’d warped was vaguely familiar, it’d reminded him of the Time Mage’s craft. At a glance, the similarities were apparent. However, it failed to give insight to the purpose of the spell. Nonetheless, Dieter was still momentarily captivated as Vivi bent the very laws of time and space, compressing a portion of reality into a singularity that collapsed in upon itself. How much havoc could that wreak on a poor unfortunate soul, one could only wonder. Last but not least, the leather-glad robed master took the center stage. The Dark Knight’s eyes narrowed as he’d silently critiqued his act. The robed man effortlessly recreated a series of glyphs and sigils, each of whom’ appearance differed drastically. Perhaps, it hadn’t been its’ intended purpose, the sudden shifts had the children enraptured, periodically their excited chirps rang out from within the crowd as they’d named the animals depicted.
The end of the robed magician’s act had Dieter’s mind reeling, what was the significance of the lone “X”. Was there some hidden meaning, one that he simply couldn’t comprehend? To his surprise, the builder fae, Tinkerbell, conceded. Without so much as a word, she’d drifted back towards the curtain, passing through it without so much as a peep. It was a shame, he’d believed that she had been a strong contender, while her magic was drastically different from the others, it’d had an allure all its own. All the meanwhile, Clopin had been excitably narrating each twist and turn in the sequence of events, prompting the crowds’ reactions once or twice.
This time, the Jester demanded to see a spell that represented his true essence. By nature, Dieter was a creature of the abyss, born in raised in turmoil, heavily tainted by the Darkness’ influence. Despite that taint, Dieter refused to surrender himself to it entirely, no, deep within there a singular vigilant flame, one that burned brightly in the face of adversity – the sole protector his battle-hardened heart. He gave a curt nod to the Clopin before he’d brandished his blade with practiced ease. It’d remined free from its’ sheath for scarcely thirty seconds before he’d plunged it into the charred stage. He’d ignored the way a portion of the stage shifted beneath his ministration, electing to devote the entirety of his focus on the task at hand.
“Bear witness to the manifestation of the flickering flame of vitality, how the brightest burn out… such a tragedy.”
Dieter narrated as his lackluster verdant eyes fluttered shut as he’d attempted to rouse the slumbering darkness within. At first, there was nothing except for a singular orb of amaranthine flame which drifted about haphazardly. A quick twist of his fingers contorted the flames into a miniature replica of himself, it’d maintained the exact same post as its’ creator for the time being. However, it’d quickly grew to match Dieter’s proportions to include the cumbersome blade at his hand. The two remained squared off against one another, each unwavering in their stance until in sync their blade arcs outwards, interlocking with one another. Their aura of influence grew gradually, traces of the phantasmal flames spreading outward. The progression of which was slowed down so that one could make note of even the most minute shift – a secondary effect of the spell cast.
Their bout lasted scarcely over a minute, their blades interlocking with more ferocity at each clash -this synced with the intensity of the flames. However, they’d notice that despite the vibrancy of the flame, one could see how both Dieter and his replication had already begun to wither – their beauty short lived like that of a cherry blossom. With each passing moment, one could see the centuries as they’d caught up with Dieter at once. But regardless how his physical reprenstration altered, the ferocity didn’t change until the replication ceased to exist, its’ imagery preserved by soot caught in the wind. Its’ sword lingered behind, plunging into the stage – a testament to its’ legacy.
Without so much as another word, the Dark Knight’s hand extended out towards the blade, momentarily grasping it before he’d placed it along side his blade, the two appearing to fuse before his show came to its’ end. Dieter’s strength fleeting as he’d fell to a knee, his head resting against the side of his blade – bowed as if he was seated before his king.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 6:24:01 GMT -5
Kuja crossed his arms and watched the contestants do their work. He had to say, most of them where actually not bad with what they had done in this show. He had almost thought Waltz had nothing good up his sleeve, but the spell with the Dark Mages was not bad at all. At least he had shown some kind of skill so maybe he wasn't that useless after all. Vivi however.. was not worth his time for now. The fariy had a certain amount of creativity, the hooded man was a mystery to him and Dieter...well... He was a sealed book the mage wanted to open one day, but he had other things to worry about, when this competition was over.
Announcing the last spell to be performed, the strange young man with demonic presence decided to use a deeper spell on the stage. Maybe the crowd didn't understand what the man wanted to show, but Kuja kind of did. This man was a soul that fought for ages now how it seemed and it made the genome sigh slightly as he shook his head a little. Seeing that it was his turn now, he would step forward, looking over to Clopin for a moment to make sure he was in save distance, just like the rest of the crowd and the contestants. He didn't want to blow up the stage and get disqualified by injuring stupid people after all. He took a deep breath as his orbs returned to his side, circling him once more.
“I will make sure you will remember me, Kuja, forever. My last piece will make a mark in this show and all that will follow.”, he announced the spell he would perform now. Moving his hands closer to his torso, he would move out his elbows slightly, the palms of his hands directed at each other with a little distance between as he started to focus magic energy. Once again, an aura would form on his body, colored like the fire. Usually Kuja would need to fully trance for this spell to be performed, but knowing he won't need to use it's full power, his body would not need to change into the other shape again completely. Only his eyes would turn the bright color of red once more, part of his hair doing the same as he focused his magic into the orbs around him, all of them shooting up into the sky, seeming to fit themselves to the shape of the moon, rotating like they are the outer ring of the round planet. As they rotated, the moon would start to color red, the orbs almost a gate to an other world. Slowly, Kuja would move his palms away from each other, magic starting to gather between his fingers, the orbs turning red as they started to turn into flare-orbs. With a swift move of his hands away from each other, the magic in his hands would shot upwards, the orbs shooting away at the same time to explode in the sky in different directions, creating something similar to a firework once more, the spell he had released shooting up to become the center of the moon on the sky and explode into a bright light, coloring the sky white, mixed with the red of the flames that died out. Once the light had vanished, the moon was back to it's normal color, the sparks of the detonated Ultima raining on the stage like little harmless stars. Kuja's form returned to normal and he stumbled for a moment, but caught himself in time to not fall over his own feet. He shook his head for a moment, but appeared to smile by the perfect performance he had created, bowing down to the crowd before he left the stage.
Kuja performed Final Requiem in a more creative way than usual
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 8:07:47 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" So the show was finally nearing it's end, the last performance being to cast the spell that defined them. Black Waltz 3 couldn't help but feel that he had been on the back-foot this entire event, his spells being completely outdone by the creativity and power of the other contestants... It would've made him mad were it not for how SHAMEFUL it was! Even Vivi... VIVI of all people seemed to be outclassing him in some areas... It was utterly embarrassing... In front of Kuja as well... He didn't know how he'd ever show his face in public again... As before, Dieter and Kuja unleashed spells far beyond anything the Waltz would've EVER assumed possible for them though the surprise factor that normally came with it. As the two magicians left the stage and back behind their anointed curtains, it was the Machine's turn to cast a spell and wow the audience... Black Waltz 3 lifted his arms towards the sky, surges of electricity arching between his fingers. Bolt upon bolt of Thundara shot high into the sky, the coagulation of the atmosphere around the heat starting to generate clouds up above! Before long, the sky above was hidden behind a mass of dark, angry clouds, thundering and sparking with it's own electricity... Shock after shock after shock, the Machine's eyes dancing around the clouds as his fingers slightly adjusted, every so often, akin to one sewing something together behind a curtain... Suddenly, the Waltz shot 10 different streams of electricity from his fingers into the sky, the bolts enlarging with every inch it took into the air and the instant they touched the clouds... They split like a crevasse in stone, a copy of the Black Waltz nearly the size of the sky itself fell through, hovering several hundred feet above the crowd themselves! Some things were different however... The strands of lightning the Waltz had shot up into the sky seemed to entrap the copy, wrapped around his wrists, ankles and wings, his neck, body and hat as if it were some kind of marionette. with the shift of his fingers, the machine made his puppet dance for them, depicting him struggling and pulling at that which binds him... Lightning roared, thunder crashed as the monster Waltz inevitably tore itself apart to be free. The copy-Waltz coagulated back into a single bolt of lightning that STRUCK the stage before the original, again manifesting as a perfectly sized mimic surging with voltage. Black Waltz 3 simply reached his hand out, touching his creation's face before it dissolved in a mass of pure power, shooting into the original in a crackling blue aura! Without another word, the machine retrieved his staff and made his way back behind the curtain. There was nothing more to do. Heavily flavored Thundara@tag
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2018 9:05:51 GMT -5
There was a long period of silence and wait as the Master rocked back and forth on his heels idly, before the moment of realization took hold of him like a vice. "Gaah! Is it my turn? It's my turn isn't it? Shoot." Strutting out to take center stage one final time, arms and hands waved around as he made his way. "Sorry, sorry everyone. EEGGGGGGGGHHHHH....." Came that overly forceful sigh, as the coated magician walked to and fro, pacing back and forth, pondering out loud, seemingly once again oblivious to everyone and everything around him. "Hrrrmmm...what to do, what to do....maybe--no....what if--nope...hrrrmmmm.....ohhhhh....I GOT IT!"
Walking silently, calmly back to the center of the stage, an arm outstretched itself, followed by another. Fingers pinched as they seemed to pull strands of pure, golden light out from between the digits, before it congealed shaped itself into a spitting ethereal image of his former Keyblade. No-Name. Though that wouldn't do for a finale, oh no. With a casual wave of his hand, the blade hovered away behind its conjurer, as the coated master summoned another...and another....and another and another and another. Each one different from the last. Until there were a total of six hovering in the air behind him. All golden, all pure, all humming harmoniously and audibly glistening. With a casual turn of his heels, he waltzed to each of the blades, idly tapping each individual one with an index finger, causing each and every one to change to a different color. "Boop."
Violet. "Bop."Blue. "Beep."Green. Yellow, Orange, Red. Each one now seemed to crackle with a different kind of power. One seemed to bubble ever so slightly, another steamed and smoked, one crackled, one swirled... "It's been fun and all, really, it has. Buuuut...I've got places to be, things to do...."
Another casual wave of his hand, and the blades SURGED into the air at a lightening, almost frightening speed, leaving trails of colored hard light behind them as they barreled higher and higher, faster and faster. With his back still to the audience, one arm remained behind his back, while the other bent upwards, a single index finger pointing up to the sky, as if building suspense....before the heels turned once more, as fingers clenched harshly before unfurling, the man bowing dramatically as the blades rained down, and engulfed him in a violent display of raw yet flavored power. Six differently colored clouds of light tinged smoke plumed out and swirled with eachother, before parting to reveal the scorch marks of thunder and flame, the harsh cuts of slicing wind, the chilly remaining flakes of ice and snow, and nothing else. Effects that were mere imitations conjured by light. The man, for all his grandeur, had met his end at the hands of his own over-the-top performance... ....and yet someone was clapping over-enthusiastically in the audience. Sitting upon the same plain wooden chair the Master of Masters first appeared with, was a coated man...his rapid claps getting slower and slower as heads turned towards him. "Woo...man, I'd hate to be that guy. I mean, is it just me, or did it seem like he wasn't even paying attention to any of the other guys? I mean, hello, you're not the only person up there."Legs crossed whimsically as a foot tapped in the air. Letting it all sink in. "Later gators."And just like that, the Master was swallowed up by a portal of warm light, leaving naught but an empty chair in the audience. ________________________________________________________ Master of Masters used Ethereal Blade Cornucopia for his Grand Finale. Master of Masters exited via Corridor of Light.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2018 12:57:40 GMT -5
Vivi realized pretty quick that he hadn’t stood a chance. It was a hard realization but he’d had fun anyway. This was an experience he’d never had before. He’d been on a stage before but certainly not intentionally. He was proud to say that he’d had the guts to give it a shot. The last spell suggestion was a really hard one and as even as the others were casting all Vivi could do was tilt his head in contemplation which of course only tilted his already lopsided hat a way he hadn’t intended it to go. He sighed to himself not really sure what he could cast. He supposed the only spell that he was quick to go to when things got rough was pretty obvious…but also pretty unremarkable when standing next to his much taller counterpart who looked absolutely menacing when he casted. But…you know what? That was fine with Vivi. ‘Menacing’ was something he didn’t want to be at all.
A secret smile spread over his face. Maybe he’d been like last place in this magic show, but prior to it, he and the Black Waltz had a pretty important conversation. Even if this audience didn’t remember Vivi for much of anything, he knew he’d made an important impression on the Black Waltz and he was satisfied with that. He giggled aloud to himself and placed one gloved hand over his head waving it in the shape of an arch over his head. A billowing flame followed his hand. Simple. Unremarkable maybe. But He’d made it through this. Kuja was a face he’d have to address in time. He still couldn’t believe that of all the people from his past to run into it was the Black Waltz that he’d spoken with, then to perform on the same stage as his creator. What the future held was a terrifying prospect, but Vivi was gonna be okay. He’d just do what he had to to keep going. He bowed, turned and adjusted his hat and headed behind the curtain.
[Vivi Cast Fira]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2018 12:22:32 GMT -5
[attr="class","kirameki0"] [attr="class","kirameki1"] [attr="class","kirameki2"] [attr="class","kirameki3"] [attr="class","kirameki4"] Clopin watched expectantly really looking for the caster that would most stand out. He could tell the little pixie had truly given up which was disappointing but he understood. She had a very specific magic to work within the parameters of. The smallest mage seemed to cast a sort of catch all spell, but Clopin and from what he could see in the audience, a lot of children couldn't help but notice that of all the contestants, he was the one that really seemed to be enjoying himself. He had a ways to go but he was indeed an impressive little one.
The spell cast by the much taller version was also a pretty standard example of tempest magic but Clopin could certainly see how fitting it was to the caster. Thunder and Lightning seemed to define that mage. The chatty hooded man was certainly impressive as well but the allure expected of him just wasn't quite what Clopin expected, and there were a lot of moments that the audience just didn't know what to make of him. The blonde warrior while a less obvious caster had certainly managed to hold his own in such a contest though in the end that he was not primarily a caster could be discerned. His mysteries were close just not quite enough.
It was the platinum haired man that truly stood out the most in every round. He was not only a caster but a dramatic showman as well. To his last spell the audience was in awe, just enough respectful fear emanating from them, but also enough curiosity to keep them forced watching.
Once the curtains were all closed behind the backs of the leaving casters, Clopin turned and bowed to the audience. "Thank you for coming but you can still help audience! Between the other festivities, please stop by the star booth to vote for your favorite casters. Winners will be announced near the festival's end!" Clopin bowed into a growing plume of green smoke before he disappeared leaving on the sound of clapping like rain behind.
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TAGS: @tinkerbell | @masterofmasters | @vivi | @blackwaltz3 | Dieter Wolfram | @kuja ((OOC: That's a wrap. Once the festival is over all winners will be announced and Munnies rewarded!)) -Thread Finished-
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