Island of 1,000 Condiments

Good Luck & Fight!

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burningvegeta

Mewtwo eyes began to glow a pale blue; he left Giovanni side and floated into the ring. The crowd looked amazed once realising a Pok'e'mon would be fighting. Giovanni watched Mewtwo enter the ring, as he attached his headpiece, the sky blackened. Black clouds were gathering together, white lightning began to flash above him, and the thunder began to roar. The crowd began to moan, as they button up their jackets and coats. The wind blew strongly, leaves were swriling around in invisable gusts. The wind began to die down, as people began to whisper about Mewtwo being a Psychic type Pok'e'mon.

“It seems Mewtwo is obviously ready…”

Mewtwo entered the ring, and lowered himself so his feet touched the ring’s floor. His eyes stopped glowing, but the armour surrounding Mewtwo face, arms, and legs began to glow blue. Mewtwo’s complexion began to brighten from a light purple to a pale white. Mewtwo went into his stance, his tail rose, he put one foot forward.

Giovanni spoke into his headpiece “Lets demolish this..Lust..Mewtwo…”

The crowd finally fell silent. The crowd began to watch Mewtwo and then Giovanni, as he was without a doubt the Pok'e'mon's master. Giovanni turned around a walked into he waiting area, his eyes rested on Mewto. Giovanni was not only in fear for himself, but he also felt sorry for Mewtwo's opponent: Lust.

“It seems my first opponent is…Lust. This battle has been fated long before now Giovanni. Let me show you what I can do...”

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Beautiful Illusion

The female's pupils seemed to contract as Lust scanned her opponent - it was not as though she had encountered anything of this fashion before...and she had thought Gluttony was bad enough. Something lingered upon her cold lips; whether it was shock, or simply the notion to appear unimpressed remained hidden as she continued to uphold the usual tone of both her face and voice...the seemingly constant, icy gaze that connoted her disconcern towards almost anything. It was not the place of a Homunculus to show true emotion. It was a sudden flicker of feeling that crossed the otherwise halcyon face of the female, but the flare in her eyes was easy enough to read - she would not give her opponent the satisfaction of underestimating her. He did not seem to realise that there was only one way in which she could be destroyed.

"Is it common for you to remain headstrong?" Lust commented quietly, as she observed Mewtwo...true, it would not be easy, but she was here for a reason; she had, after all, been named Lust, and thus her desire to get what she wanted was not something to be interfered with. She removed her arms from their prior place, crossed almost awkwardly beneath her ample chest, the small, winged snake - tattooed upon her cleavage and adorned with a pentagram - rose and fell in the same tone as her breathing...something that, once again, remained contant, and showed no sign of fear or nerves. Perhaps it was she that was being headtrong in this battle.

"However, that is not of my concern. Let us begin." Her words were short, almost as though she was anticipating the battle that was to come - her lust was not just for pleasures of the flesh, after all. She lifted her hand, left palm almost shrouding her calm face, though focus remaining on the tips of her fingers - her nails were her deadliest physical weapon, though remaining in second place to her greatest physical asset. Within a split second, the female's nails had grown, and she charged across the arena, fully prepared to ram the lances into the first area of 'flesh' she could reach upon her opponent.

OOC ~ You stole my text colour. ='(...xD...good luck!

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burningvegeta

“I’m sorry human, but I will show you no compassion,”

Lust’s question taunted Mewtwo to why he was listening to Giovanni at all.

“Now MEWTWO DOUBLE TEAM, then use Battle simulation 5..5...3”

Mewtwo eyes began to glow in sync with most of his body as he watched his opponent running to his location he flew into the air with no effort at all except a small push of his feet. Instantly the Mewtwo that was hovering in he air became ten Mewtwo’s hovering in the air. Each with a bright glowing bodies, they were all perfect copies. It had seemd Mewtwo had executed his double team technique, but what was the Battle simulation 553.

All of the Mewtwo’s looked into the dark sky. The sky flashed furiously, and then without warning a javelin like bolt of electricity landed into the ring. The ring was completely engulfed in light, he crowd had no choice but to cover there eyes, Giovanni did the same. The blinded Giovanni spoke into his headset:

“Excellent Mewtwo, perfect nothing could survive that…”

As the light began to fade, ten more bolts of lightning blasted into the ring, each within a few seconds of one another and o Giovanni’s surprise all were more powerful than the last. The shadows of the ten Mewtwo’s began to almost move as if scanning for Lust’s body.

OOC ~ Sorry about the font colour, didn’t know. (Good look to you too, be valiant)

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Beautiful Illusion

OOC ~ Lol, it's okay, with the colour - I was kidding...I can use any colour ^^ (lol, thanks, and I shall!)

"Human? Oh, my...you are in for a surprise..." The female smirked, though was forced to stop as the Mewtwo divided. She blinked a little, although did not exude her previous expression - looking as though this move had not affected her at all, in spite of the fact that a feeling crossed Lust that she had not encountered before - worry. her inhumanly-sized nails remained at their previous size, as the female launched herself forwards once again, heading towards the ten creatures that adorned the sky; falling short as she was captured within the light.

"YOU BASTARD!!" She screeched, as her voluptuous curves were engulfed - it would seem that the Homunculus had fallen much sooner than expected...there was no way any being made of flesh and blood could have avoided death in the midst of such an attack.

It was just as the ten creatures began to scan the arena for her body that a shape emerged from the ruin that was the arena, darting forwards...lances on her hands. Her hair was tousled, and blood ran from various injuries upon her face and body - all of which were disappearing as she cut through the air. There was a half smirk etched upon her face, though a wildness in her eyes that had never before been seen - if her opponent was willing to sink as low as he had done...well, she would just have to do the same.

"Didn't you know? A girl doesn't like her hair messed up after spending so long on it." She yelled as she cut towards her opponent again - or more accurately, ten opponents. it did not matter which one she hit, her rage propelled her forwards...as well as her desire to win. Her nails lengthened a little more as she chose her target, driving the black lances deep into its gut - she had no clue as to what this creature was...but it was not artificial...she at least had some form of a chance.

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burningvegeta

“What the HELL,…Mewtwo what’s going on? She should be dead…”

That echelon of the Thunder technique would have left any Electabuzz overcharged. No human could have survived that form of attack but to the audience’s great revelation and all 10 Mewtwo’s and including Giovanni’s she had. The audience let out a huge cry of joy to see her still charging at the crowd of Mewtwos.

All the Mewtwo's moving simultaneously tried to scan her as quickly as possible whilst each were being attacked, but simply no damage was done to him; she was like nothing he had ever seen before…she wasn’t completely human, and defiantly not a Pok’e’Mon. She seemed to be dead or to have died. Mewtwo listened but he could hear nothing from Giovanni. Mewtwo was not completely alone; he had his team even though all 9 were fake copies. To Mewtwo’s knowledge he could end this right at this moment, but he would not yet submit to his own malicious ideas of creating human suffering, even if his victim was as far away from human as anyone could be.
Mewtwo realized something in her rage, his body glowed more strongly then ever now, the ring turned blue too and dust was swirling round his body:

“You’re a failure just like…ME, but the difference is I will not submit”

Giovanni was laughed at by some blue faced freak, wearing a black robe with red clouds, Giovanni had underestimated Lust. He was in trouble, as much as Mewtwo was or was he?

Mewtwo held out his left hand which was surrounded in a blue aura, the clones instantly did the same ignoring the slashes: They hovered in the sky with there fingers stretched out as much as they could.

“Mewtwo be careful”…Finally Giovanni had quickly left his bewildered state, and began to speak slowly to Mewtwo. “Kill her, kill…her now it’s the only way” The blonde haired child heard Giovanni’s request of evil and gazed at him angrily, but Giovanni just returned him with a smile…

“Now my child let me enter your mind...and…I will BREAK YOU” Mewtwo was using began to use his Counter ability combined with his Psychic. It would prove effective against the fiery womans anger, without notice Mewtwo was hit the real Mewtwo that was, he struggled not cry out in pain. Mewtwo continued to endure the pain...

OOC ~ Mewtwo's countering his opponent; any damage given to him will be dished out double against his opponent.

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Beautiful Illusion

OOC ~ ...it's my brother that's good with Pokemon, not me =< lol, but anyways, awwrighty. Thanks ^^;;

The female instantly froze once again...shock coursing through her that these creatures could have resisted an attack such as hers as they had - the lances that decorated her fingers were deep into its flesh, and yet it made no sound; any other victim would have cried out in pain. She had known none before to have resisted; some may have survived, however, most found themselves dead. a certain coldness rushed over the female as she stiffened slightly...inexplicably, the creature was inside her mind.

"No..." She uttered, eyes taking on a strangely vacant form - the likes of which she had never before found herself expressing. Upon any normal occasion, a Homunculus would most likely remain resistant to something of this calibre...she had never considered her ability to remember scenes of her previous life a weakness before now - in spite of the pain they had caused from time to time. She moved her legs a little, small groans issuing from her mouth as she did so...it was not the easiest of feats. Her breathing had deepened, as she struggled to see through her own eyes. It was then that she noticed the steady dripping of her own blood, elicted from her mouth, and travelling towards what was left of the stadium...it dulled the otherwise excruciating pain in what would have been her womb.

"Hah...such...a bastard..." She murmured once again, spitting a little of the blood out - she somewhat realised what this was, though did not fully understand. The daggers that were her fingernails not only cut through the creatures gut, but also her own - invisible. The pace of her breathing quickened a little, as she struggled to concentrate on something other than the pain, driving her so-called weapons deeper into Mewtwo's flesh...she could not die from this. She would be wounded, but wounds always healed...and surprisingly quickly for a pawn in a greater plan.

"Do you like that...?" She questioned, replacing the wincing, pained expression - the one that took its place was laced with malice, and determination, strangs of her ebony hair falling into her bloodied face, as the pain burned, becoming ever more unbearable, blood seeping in greater quantities from the mouth of the 'woman'; her already pale skin paled ever more as the blood rushed from her...but still, she drove the daggers in...

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burningvegeta

Mewtwo stood there he was confused, no Pok’e’mon could have hurt him this way. How could she? His eyes quickly fluttered. He stood there impaled and puzzled as his team of clones began to disappear one by one. There was only he and Lust left standing there, she had managed to him the right Mewtwo by chance Mewtwo's double team was flawless. The crowd cheered, had Mewtwo been defeated. Giovanni had to stop the referee from entering the ring, as Giovanni walked back into the waiting area Lust asked:"Do you like that...?" Mewtwo had never felt pain quite like this, he had never felt pain from a human. "You have sealed your own fate..from here human. Yes I..am enjoying...this battle, this feeling" Mewtwo's words were sluggish and cold.

Mewtwo's words confused Giovanni, as of the battles audience. Mewtwo seemed to shaking if only for a brief moment.

The armour holstering Mewtwo’s gut began to crack. He was showing no pain, his of performance was perfect in hiding his anguish but it seemed to make the assault upon his body even more pain full. Blood, purple blood seemed to leak from his body, it dripped onto the arena floor, only to disappear as if it was water.

Finally Mewtwo took back his outstretched hand to his side, then stretched his hand putting it against Lust’s head her body began to glow: laconic only for a second, then it was pushed back with a mighty force. The glowing stopped. The push was soo fast the audience were confused at what just happened. Lust was thrown back at least a four meters away from the injured Mewtwo.

“Good Mewtwo” Giovanni could see the damage Lust had created. Mewtwo’s torso armour: it was completely destroyed, but as long as his face shield was intact Giovanni still had complete control over Mewtwo.

Mewtwo had no need to even use his swiftness in battle, but in numerous training sessions it had been force to be reckoned with. Mewtwo knew that the attack to his stomach had decreased his speed dramatically, Mewtwo needed to use his recovering ability, but before doing so he needed to use the detrimental power of the Counter he had received upon Lust.

He charged at Lust with all the strength the Counter had, could she have survived such a hit, after all it was the force of her own attack.

“No Mewtwo recover…STOP”

It was too late Mewtwo was already on the move, his speed could never be matched even in his weakened state…

“Dam it, Mewtwo’s has lost at least 35% of his power according to my readings” Giovanni looked furious as he looked at his mechanical looking watch…

There had to be a collision or had Mewtwo fumbled with this overpowered attack did she escape; there was a huge amount of smoke, and there was an astounding shining blue light engulfed within the miniature sandstorm. The sky darkened…

OOC ~ Get your brother to help you out then <_<, I don't mind. I dunno why I even choose Mewtwo.

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Beautiful Illusion

OOC ~ Lol, it's okay - I was kidding, again...and I didn't reply sooner 'cause I've been a little busy >_<;; lol

It was the metaphorical - and in this case, also physical - curtain Lust had hoped to hide behind, in order to allow her wounds to knit. To any human, it was an astonishing rate...in fact, it would appear to deny the rules set down by nature itself. She was healing at an alarming pace...though it did not come as a surprise to the female...healing like this was second nature, and a very useful one at that.

"Where-where are you?" She coughed a little, and spluttered out the words in between mouthfuls of sand - some of which still contained blood. Undoubtedly, the female found it hard to breathe - though the absence of such an action would not harm her greatly. Her main concern was locating her opponent - she knew well that she had damaged him, and more damage would seem necessary if she was to advance in this. The answer to all the incredulous questions that had crossed her mind was a simple one: unless mortally wounded, Mewtwo had very few weaknesses. She had not been deaf to his stupefied creator when the man had seen her harm his spawn.

"C'mon!" She yelled, almost uncharacteristically, through the dust and debris, as if hoping it would draw her opponent closer to her. to any sane person, it would appear illogical and irrational; in this circumstance, the female was almost helpless, though refused to admit it. This creature had ethereal powers - she was simply the undead, with a little more than any human could possibly have. It was to this small asset that she owed her surivival in the battle thus far.

Desperation was apparent as her crimson eyes stung, searching the otherwise shrouded arena for any sign of the strange creature she was battling. A futile hope. It felt almost as though she had no choice but to rush forwards, in any random direction, and strike out for the one she was fighting. Lust extended her bloodied nails once again, thrashing and jabbing, in any direction she could remotely guess. It was in only futile hope that she could assume one of her attacks would collide with their target.

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burningvegeta

“I had enough off this Mewtwo your edifying your power off to the world too early” Giovanni was struggling to breathe it was if his entire life was depending on this very battle. He pressed a button on his watch, Mewtwo was now completely under Giovanni's control.

The smoke began to move in a strange fashion as if something was violently attacking it; at incredible speed Mewtwo entered the tempest of sand only to shoot out of it head first at ninety degrees, his body was abundantly pasted with in gashes. Mewtwo’s body was like a bullet racing death itself into the air, his body span like a tornado, whilst his lavender blood circled his body, sanding unto the ring like rain. Mewtwo soared like a raging Pidgeot, only a man in the crowd who happened to have a pair of binoculars could see him clearly: Giovanni looked above and watched breathless in great awe.

Mewtwo was now drifting at least seven meters in the air. He stopped moving whilst he still watched Lust's tornado of sand, she had not noticed that in her further rage Mewtwo had entered the sandstorm and then left. Mewtwo didn’t leave the gust undetected though: his body bled more than ever now. With his lustrous eyes barley open Mewtwo lifted his hands against the sky; he seemed to be silently calling something as his body glowed blue. His cuts began to steam off into the cold air, his wounds were closing rapidly; Mewtwo was using his Recover ability. His armour though remained battle worn, scratched and dented.

For the first time Mewtwo opened his small mouth: "I am truly sorry, you had to fight me first human" though his ice cold voice was blocked out by another:“Oh my god, what’s he doing? LADY…LADY MOVE OUT THE WAY!!!” A large man in the audience tried to obtain Lust’s attention by shouting at her. He seemed to be struggling to breathe as his mouth as filled with chewed potato chips, his face bright tomato red, his eyes bulging. Was his warning too late?

Mewtwo body was glowing far more than ever now, his hands still above his head. Mewtwo set the entire ring ablaze with his fiery blue luminosity. He stretched his hands out, he locked his eyes upon the decreasing gust, Lust was now visible. Mewtwo pushed his hand down into the air where Lust stood below, without a seconds notice a mighty force of Psychic energy was hard-pressed into the ring. The noise was tremendous; it burned the ears of all. The force of the thrust was mighty and furthermore Mewtwo was proud of his action. He had used two incredible attacks that no person could have survived even if his body was suppressing his raw energy.

The referee began to cry and he crowd began to moan and weep it seemed the men had taken a likeling to dark and beautiful Lust: “Dude she was so so hot, even with the blood and everything…you monster”

The ground was imprinted with three holes, which where the exact copies of Mewtwo’s fingers. The earth below Mewtwo was roughened and broken, Lust was no where to be seen…her body would have been in carnage if it was anything like the ground below. "Do the count or what ever you do you idiot, it’s clearly over" Mewtwo carefully watched the wreckage for any sign movement, but there was none.

OOC ~ Whoops sorry, its really extreme but its something Mewtwo would do… =/

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Island of 1,000 Condiments

Voting begins.


My Thoughts: As expected of you, Illusion. Burning, well, I don't see you matching Illusion, at the moment. I would expect Illusion to proceed to the next round, being a former RPG Moderator. Your style, Burning, simply didn't compare to hers. Her descriptions, adjectives, etc, were just better. I also didn't understand Mewtwo's situation & couldn't get a grasp of things. Maybe you should go back to the basics & practice writing before trying to manipulate multiple characters in fast-paced combat against another member. None the less, you both surprised me. You both exceeded my expectations of you, & I have to commend you for that.

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Shirogetsu

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