Oshit She got Claws [Training->PVP, NDE]

[Eve Timor]

CTP
IT was always sad to see someone that people trust doing bad shit. Timor honestly was not the kind of woman to go around and stick about a church scene, but one of her friends from Taka's club had a bit of a...hunch about a certain perish. It had been alarmingly simple to investigate. With the whole separation of church and state, it was almost sad how little effort had been put into sweeping the shit under the rugs. Four different church relocations, and a lot of other shady details. All it took was to look into the fucker's basement. She had expected something, she hadn't expected to see a whole wealth of knickknacks. Not just from good ole Father Isaris, but apparently a whole lot of men from this particular parish seemed to be into all sorts of stuff .Money from collections stockpiled, recordings of confessions. And
Timor took about four minutes to get from there back to the church. The saddest part was that she had to wait through the mass. Watching as those sick fucks stood before the people, preaching, praising their lord, weaving stories of virtue and goodness. When it was all over, and all the after-mass classes and confessions had concluded, that was when she got to work. As the prists began putting way the bible and the offerings frm the last mass, Timor casually locked the door out. It was an old church, before fire safety and shit like that. There was only one door, in or out.

Slowly, she looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes, watching as those men approached her, and then stopped dead in their tracks when they saw her hands. Those black lengths of obsidian, curled into cat-like claws and a vicious glare painted across her eyes. Her fingers slowly clenched into fists as she sw one of them start to shake, dropping the bible to the ground as panic struck him. She was on him almost immdiately, closing the distance between them as her clawed hadn sank into his chest with a dull, wet splorch. Suddenly his breath was wet and crackling, blood filling his lungs before it was suddenly sucked into those claws, his body slowly growing weak, thin, shriveled as she drained his lifeforce from that wound in his chest. Even as the others ran for the door.

It took only a moment for that icy bow to twist into existence, a black ice arrow forming at the notch as she took aim. Three arrows screamed through the air, pinning the men to the door they had been trying to open up, bodies slowly beginning to freeze, icing over as she dumped the first victim back to the ground, striding purposefully toward the three who were slowly going cold, one of them shivering, sobbing as he looked ot her and held onto his rosary for dear life. It infuriated her. Her claws sliced into his hands, twisting and ripping that item away from him, ignoring his screams before she then rammed the necklace into his skull, a wet crunch as the man suddenly went limp, and the blood began sucking into her claws as he too faded and lost his life to her, feeding so much more than her hunger.

when the deed was don, she unhinged the door and walked out. The bodies would be found eventually, but she wasn't concerned about that. she simply kept walking. Feeling better.

[Samael Moreira]

(CTP)

Greed, greed was a sin that honestly could be traced back to all other sins. No matter how much a person tried to deny it greed was at the root of almost everything. So Samael when hearing that a church had become tainted by this act he had to go and see. If it was true he needed to help save the father and his priests. Save them so that they wouldn't repent and remove the sins that should cast them to hell. He needed to make sure that they wouldn't ask for forgiveness and be saved, no souls that sinned had to be casted to hell, if not by natural means then by his own hands.

Still that had to be seen and so he waited and enjoyed the service that they offered this morning while it wasn't particularity stunning their true nature had been shown when they passed around tithing baskets asking for donations to be plentiful and high. The wording was all that he needed, not give what you can, but to give as much as they could and then some. Greed was clearly present in this church and he would make sure that the father would pay for his sins.

As the service ended and everyone was suppose to leave he heard the sounds of screams and pain. Looking over he saw something and it made him smile. There he saw another soul like him, not only was she punishing those that had indulged in sin, but she was also dammed to hell like he was at birth. She was another nakabaki and she was killing these priests. Not wanting to be left out he stepped into the middle of the pews and started to clap as he watched her kill without mercy and without care.

It would be his time to join in. Without saying anything several tentacles spewed from his back wrapping around the necks of the rest of church staff. Each tendril reached several feet in length and held them upright above the ground and unable to run away. Stepping closer to the girl he spoke in a loud voice over the screaming masses. “Good evening mulher bela I see you're cleaning up as well might I offer you my help in sending these sinners to hell~” Samael smiled as his long black tentacles forced the still living church goes closer to her. Him simply wondering what she would do to them if he offered them like this to her. It would be clear just by looking at the tentacles that he himself was related to hell in some way as they seemed to ooze an aura of pain and suffering. That and around his right arm a clear hell chain could be seen.

[Eve Timor]

Brows lifted when she spotted the.... intruder. The man had a clear and unhinged look about him, even as frost would no doubt begin forming on his outfit, assuming of course he didn't move further away from her, likely to the other side of the church itself. The priests were already whimpering in pain as ice coated their features, shivering uncontrollably. She considered pulling out her doll, but that would just be overkill. She looked to the remaining Priests and her eyes flickered.

There was a burst, an invisible bullet of reishi that blared out, slamming into one of the priests, suddenly they EXPLODED, bursting as ice grew from the spot where the invisible bullet had hit, bursting outward with such force that it tore him apart, spraying back and slamming into the other priest, and the strange man's tentacles as a tremendous thirty cubic meters of ice exploded into existence, promptly ending both of the remaining priests and stabbing through the side of the building, causing a slight shudder as it fanned out and crawled up the wall, freezing it before at least coming to a stop.

She paused, her attention shifting toward the male that had garnered her now-focused attention. She didn't release her bow, simply watching him anxiously as she curled her clawed hands into fists. "What do you want? I'm not interested in.....whatever all of..." she gestured at ....all of him. "...that is. I did this because they deserve it. I'm not interested in sin or whatever the fuck. So far as I'm concerned, hell doesn't exist, so I hardly think I'm sending anyone there." she snarled, very much put off.

It wasn't just the tentacles. The religious banter of 'punishing sinner's was a pretty damn big red flag. One that she absolutely did not want to get involved in if this boy was that brand of fucko crazy. She almost regretted using her powers on these assholes, now this shithead knew about her abilities, and even worse she had used up valuable energy. She cursed her own impulsiveness and already was on guard. She didn't know how this psycho would react to being turned down, but it was always safe to assume the worst.

[Samael Moreira]

Samael could see the frost growing on his tentacles , yet he wasn't that worried, at least not for the moment. No instead he started to laugh at her denying that hell existed, he found it funny given exactly what the two of them were. It was as clear as the chain on his arm and the claws that she had. Both of them were signs that at least one of their parents were a demon. “You can't deny that hell exists, it's as clear as your claws that demons do exist. Now, is it this hell that is spoken about in these halls? No, that is clearly just a fantasy made by humans to try and explain what they've seen. Real hell is worse than what humans can imagine.”

Still staying away from her due to the frost he sat down in one of the pews that had someone hiding in fear for their life. Samael placed his hand on their head as he spoke once more to the stranger killing off everyone. “What I want is to talk, you seem to have no quarles in killing folks, I work for someone who could use people like that. You say you're punishing people who deserve it.. so why not get paid for doing so instead of doing it of your own free will. I can promise you the money is good, and the people we kill are worse than these lot.” Samael's grip on the young boy's head would get tighter and tighter as he spoke.

“Besides, it's been so long since I've had the chance to speak with another Nakabakki , after all most of us aren't really welcomed in many places due to our..... special appearance, even more so when we're bounts.~” Given the way she was drinking out the blood and souls of the men that she had stabbed it was clear that she was a bount. After all he had seen his old teacher do something very similar before and he was a much older naka bount than he was. It was true Samael couldn't use dolls, but he wasn't weak because of that. No his gifts were much stronger than what most gave when passing down their sins.

“So how about you finish off the rest of those that you're here to punish and I'll clean up the rest so there are no witnesses for this and then we can have a nice chat about the future.” By this time Samael's tentacles would have retreated away from the cold, however not before throwing the men that he had been strangling into the wall behind her slamming their bodies with enough force that they would die upon impact. Their souls would be hanging around Timor while they started to process what was going on and the fact that they were dead. At this point Samael's hand was clawing out the boy's eyes and he was screaming in pain trying to claw off Samael's hands.

[Eve Timor]

(It is at this point that the thread will be converting into a PVP, NDE)

She didn't like the way he was talking. She hated it actually. The way he smiled as he began to move around, the way he moved around until he found some poor kid she hadn't even noticed. One that had just been unlucky enough to be around when she had started her killing spree. She barely even heard the words that came from Samael's mouth as he went on about killing, about some sort of job, all the while as he began gripping that poor kid even tighter. As those tentacles lashed out, breaking the spines of several other bystanders. She...she didn't understand.

Witnesses?

How could he talk about bystanders like that? She knew he was fucked up. But he had been talking about killing sinners before. She felt sweat begin to form on her brow, as....she was just...shocked. No...he couldn't. He wouldn't. And then those fingers DUG into the kid's eyes, and began ripping them out. That was all she needed to see. Her eyes suddenly glowing as a....deep...DEEP hatred twisted it's way into her heart. As a sickness knotted it's way through her stomach. If she wasn't concerned about killing them all with her spiritual pressure then Samael would have been kissing the floor that very instant. As she became so....ANGRY.

Flames licked up along her jacket, rippling, twisting, curling along her back and shoulders as a brilliant rage twisted onto her features. These men had been sick, they had been sinners. They had been cheaters. But this was a monster. Almost immediately she heard her own voice screaming, not only aloud, but echoing in her heart. "ZEIG DICHT!" The words tore their way out of her throat as suddenly a blur would sweep past Samael. Affenkonig, now wearing that blazing jacket, te monkey King, girl though she was, garbed in those tight, fur-lined clothes would seek to close in, rapidly closing the distance between her and Samael as she was summoned more o rl3ess right ontop of him. With a sudden quickness, she aimed to snatch the child from his hands, vanishing with a sudden blur of speed. A Step technique.

Samael would be suddenly looking not at the Monkey King, but at an afterimage. One made entirely of flame as Affen appeared an instant later behind him, a safe distance away as that afterimage would suddenly ERUPT, bursting into a massive pillar of fire, plowing clean through the roof of the church as they roared 20 meters into the air, a massive 10 meter diameter to the pillar, obliteraing the souls of those priests she had slain, though with Affen hopefully having snatched the boy, the child would be very much safe. Assuming they survived that horrible wound.

Even amidst that eruption, Timor herself was FUMING, raising her bow as three new arrows twisted into existence at her bow, those black ice shafts aimed squarely at Samael, who would not likely be dead, but would potentially be incredibly damaged as the Bount Nakka let her burning eyes lock onto him as she took her aim. "Affenkonig, keep the kid safe! I'm GOIN GOT KILL HIM!" She roared out. The monkey herself would simply nod, throwing her master a thumbs-up as Timor promptly CHARGED at Samael, seething with a newfound hatred for the monster.

She would suddenly burst into smoke, the bount step tech Rauch being in use as she blurred past him, aiming to reappear in that same flash of smoke behind the man as she would aim her weapon. she didn't attack. For now he wouldn't know where she was. But she was prepared, ready to fire on him once he made his own move. Her sense of caution dictating that she not reach out and hit him. She had no idea what those tentacles did, but for now, she intended on simply playing the hit-and-run game. She was going to tear him apart. Slowly. And then she was going to take his eyes. That much she KNEW in her heart as she waited on his reactions. She wanted him dead so badly.

Brutal Feed in effect
-300 reiatsu from previous Sasei Oni release
-60 arrows for 3 arrows in previous posts
-200 reiatsu for Kalt starren in previous post

Fight starts with Timor at 2440/3000 Reiatsu

-60 Reiatsu for Swarze Pfiel (Black Arrows) x3 (Formed but not yet fired)
-300 reiatsu for Affenkonig doll release
-50 Reiatsu for Rauch (Rauch speed: 1050)
Generated 60+50=110 heat for Affenkonig through reiatsu use
Generated 1050 Heat for Affenkonig through movement
End of Post Reiatsu for Timor: 2030/3000 reiatsu remaining
Sasei Oni Post 2/5 (Boosted by Brutal Feed)
Affenkonig used:
Big Volcano Step: -200 reiatsu

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(Big volcano Step}
Affen sheds some fur from the lining of her jacket, and the hairs instantly vaporize. In that instant, Affen is replaced seamlessly with a clone afterimage made of fire, though by expending at least 600 Heat, Affen can cause this clone to appear exactly like herself, the only way of discerning this clone being to feel it's flame, requiring 200 ES or with 150 Senses if the target has at least two skill points in Battle Focus, Focused Eye, or a Movement skill (Hoho, Sonido). During this replacement, Affen steps at 6x her normal speed. On arrival, the clone detonates, causing a massive vertical eruption with a height of 20 meters and a 5 meter radius. Costs 200 reiatsu for the full technique, or 30 reiatsu for just the step without the use of the clone or eruption.

Big Volcano Step Speed: 1200
Affenkonig Reiatsu: 3550/3750
Affenkonig's Heat: 1160/3750

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{Affenkonig's Stats}Strength: 100 x0.7= 70 Points
Speed: 200 Points
Sprpr: 250 x1.5= 375 Points
RS: 40 Points

LA:60
DA:40

Instinct: 100 Points
Senses: 90 Points
ES: 50 Points
HE: 0 Points

Weapon (Bo Staff): 2
Taekwondo: 2
Battle Focus: 2

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{Timor's Stats}
Strength: 140 x1.25= 165 Points
Speed: 140 x0.75= 105 Points
Sprpr: 240 x1.25= 300 Points
RS: 50 x0.75= 38 Points

LA:15
DA:85

Instinct: 130 Points
Senses: 80 Points
ES: 50
HE: 0


Skills

Cold Resist: 1
Anti-Stealth: 2
Lack of Fear: 1
Weapon - Bow: 2
An Zam: 2
Pain Tolerance: 1
Poison Resist: 1

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{Affenkonig's heat Overall ability}
Affenkonig's overall ability lies within her clothing. Anything within a 30 meter radius of the Doll can contribute to it's built-up "Heat". Each time something moves within this radius, Affenkonig gains heat equal to the max speed it attained during the post (Including step techniques). Additionally, any reiatsu used up within this zone also contributes to Affenkonig's "Heat" pool. This heat is used for Affen's abilities, but also contributes to Affen's ability to share warmth. By making close physical contact (Contact with the central mass, limbs and extremities will not count) with an ally, Affenkonig is able to transfer this heat to a comrade, allowing them to use it in place of Reiatsu at a 5:1 ratio (5 heat equals 1 Reiatsu). This can only occur once per post, and a total number of 5 times per long rest. Affen cannot use Heat as Reiatsu, however the ammont of Heat she can accumulate is limited by her Spiritual Pressure, (10 Sppr allows 100 heat to be stored up).

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{Timor's Overall ability in Sasei Oni}
Saisei Oni Overall Ability: Timor's overall ability is the utilization of Hell's more vicious circles, not that her body actually produces it, but that her release literally summons a portion of Hell's Cold. Most associate hell to be a burning searing place of agony. But she embodies the power of sheer cold and a slow, painful draining of energy and body heat. During her Saesei Oni, any hostile entity (as well as anything produced by them) is subjected to the freezing effect of her spiritual energy. Enemies are constantly subjected to a Black Frost which begins forming along their skin, crystallizing their blood in layers and slowly freezing them to death. This process is very painful, but generally takes three posts to freeze and cause necrosis in each layer of the opponent's body (Skin, Muscle, Non-Organs, Bones, Vital Organs), meaning that her release will kill an opponent within 15 posts. This is increases by 100% for every point in cold Resist that a target has.
This technique can be resisted by a considerable 50% superiority to Timor's, immunizing the target to this ability. Bount's Dolls are considered extensions of their owner and as such any doll from a bount shares their owner's freeze progression, regardless of a doll's individual cold resist. This effect has a 20 meter radius around her and her dolls.

[Samael Moreira]

It seemed that his words seemed to strike the wrong kind of emotion in this nakka bount. It looked as if he had mistaken her actions of killing people seemingly at random as a way of her punishing sinners. However it seemed that she had more of a conscious than she let on. Well that was fine, each person had their own moral compass, his own was pointed in the opposite direction that most had for their own. Which often lead to him having a rather interesting interaction with others, more often than not ending in fights and death for one side or the other.

Her doll was summoned, he acted, he had only one option and sadly for the child that he had a grip on, it wouldn't be a pleasant one. His hand would turn into another tentacle, forcing it's self through the child's body crushing his skull and making it next to impossible for the child to have a normal life, if it even survived. As his body was surrounded in flames the tentacle that had spawned from his hand pushed against the ground forcing his body up and out of the now burning hole in the roof of the church. Samael hadn't escaped the incident without harm, his body burned and bruised, however the action of forcing his tentacle pushing against the ground allowed him to flee from the now burning church.

His body would thump down on the ground in the middle of nowhere. Dark, alone and nothing around him but trees and grass. He was alive, in pain, burned all over, bones broken yet he was still alive and that's all that mattered to him. There was burned blood all over what was left of his clothing. An interesting first encounter for this other naka bount, he would have to report this later on. Make note that she had both ice and fire powers, her doll having fire, and possibly her sasen oni was the ice based power. That would come after he rested, for now he wanted to sleep. A feeling of utter exhaustion came over him as his eyes got heavy and his body didn't want to move anymore.

Fight over. Timor Wins

[Zeich Yajuu]

Unfortunately threads don't really "convert" like that, so I'm going to have to count the whole thing as training.

26 total paragraphs. Both participants get 130 CTP each.