Corban Saezer vs the Sephiroth Fusion

[Alex Frost]

This T1 Fight on Ayenee.com was never concluded. However, it appears unlikely that it ever will be. The battle was between Corban Saezer and Sephiroth Fusion X.
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Sephiroth Fusion X

Blazing eyes of green fire surveyed Central Ayenee, scanning various signatures for the traces of a single entity. The bane of his existence, Shinra employee and now lackey to the little human animal Celine Jules.

Rising higher still, vision extending even further, the Great Sephiroth sought out the Guardian of Ayenee, for the express purpose of ending his pathetic existence. The only being in all the omniverse that could stop him.

“Corban Saezer! I'm calling you out. Show yourself, or all of this land will suffer!”

And he merely waited, supremely confident in his ability to negate any offensive launched against him.
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Sephiroth Fusion X

“So he wishes to play games. Let us see how he likes this one...”

Sephiroth showed a hand downward. Immediately, a broad electrical arc leapt from his palm to the ground below. It was a small village near the Castle itself, and the building -inhabited- struck by the Bolt was partially incinerated even before the rest of the structure had the chance to ignite. The family inside was stunned and injured with severe burns...a single mother, her young son, and two baby girls. The infant screams were quickly silenced, but the cries of the young boy for his mother went on for some time.

She would not hear him, however, being impaled by a collapsed ceiling beam that was driven into the floor. Expending all his oxygen in his futile shouts, the boy's face began to swell and turn blue from asphyxia long before the flames consumed his body....

Sephiroth descended to he village. An elder tried to assault him with a staff, but one swing of Sephiroth's sword cleaved both staff and old man in half, blade slicing from his right inner thigh through to his left ear in one effortless sweep. Sephiroth's face was expressionless as he stepped over the body halves and continued into the village. Meanwhile, the flames were spreading.
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Corban Saezer

From within the spreading flames stood a lone figure draped in black. Every step he made seemed to part the fires before him, his mere presence sufficient enough to snuff them out like an overgrown candle. Chocolate brown hair fell lightly over milky crimson pupils, which contrasted with Sephiroth's like the complementary colors of Christmas. Given their situation, it was rather...appropriate.

In his right hand was his Guardian Edge, humming with its own crystalline song, shimmering in prismatic fire.

"You know, you should've made an appointment." Corban said curtly. With his left hand, he aimed it at the flames all around the village. With legendary precision he fired, with every boom manifesting a cerulean blue sphere which slammed into the buildings in a flash of light. A 50-foot radial wave extended from each, which plunged the surrounding area down to 70°F, instantly snuffing out the flames. No ice, no cool breeze, only a thermal shunt.

"Hmm...I've never seen you before...don't really remember you, for that matter. And if I don't remember you...then you're probably not important enough to remember." He held Ishtalle vertically in front of him with a smirk.
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Sephiroth Fusion X

“So you came.”

The lean 6'4" frame of Sephiroth tensed as he sighted his adversary approaching, the black leather creaking slightly under the strain of superhuman musculature. He grasped the hilt of his Improved Masamune, sliding the six-foot nodachi from its scabbard behind his waist. The massive and obviously heavy sword moved lightly in his hand, the point of the blade lifting in Corban's direction and aiming squarely at him across the smouldering blaze, which had gone out a bit more gradually due to its unnatural origins.

“You will soon wish otherwise, Corban Saezer.”
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Sephiroth Fusion X

Sephiroth stood facing Corban, blade still pointing straight at him. And he spoke.

“Your time has come, Corban Saezer, the time to step back and take your place amongst the fading legends. To facilitate that end, a manifestation in the form of Sephiroth, but in no way limited to the game's power or mentality, was fashioned to destroy you. The symmetry, with your dual guardian/Shin-ra involvement, was deemed poetically appropriate.

Call all of your Corbans, and your Crystals. Join them together in the hopes of increasing your power. It matters not. You have been watched. You have been studied. And your progeny will be hunted down until there are no thousands. There will be only one, and he shall not be you.

I am not the majority of your opponents. I am the superior to your
opponents. And to you. You look upon Death.”

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Corban Saezer

"Then so be it." The power welled from within Corban was he tapped into every single ability that he could initiate at once. If this fight was to the death, then he would give no quarter to this man who so wanted his head. His own abilities...his calls to the wild...and his Nexus Core. It activated within him, awakening an aether fount which substantially boosted the perceived level of power that he had. The air convected around Corban tightly, each molecular interference singing its own metaphysical song as the abstract effects manifested themselves upon all planes at once...even the material. They were all connected, aspectual layers of reality. They were all equally important.

Then darkness engulfed them them. An ellipse of ultrablack hue, deeper than the deepest night, teleported both of them to an entire new place. If Sephiroth remained in the space with Corban, he would be teleported into entirely new regions of spatiotemporal coordinates. If not, then he would be left behind in the village, and obviously his objective would not be complete without Corban's head. Furthermore, no honor could be claimed by claiming kills on technicalities.

As the obsidian sphere evanasced, Sephiroth would be greeted by a barren wasteland, clay fissures sizzling underneath an immensely bright sun. This was a subspace vacuole far isolated from normal space. Its spatial counterpart was simply a cold sector in deep space. Even so, within this particular region, physics still reigned, and it was not truly subspace. It was simply a massive pocket of space, with its own sun, its own revolving planetary mass of clay, carbon, and metal...but no stars. When day gave way to night, there would be no stars to greet them, no moon either...only a rimfire from the horizon, of sunlight reflecting off the atmosphere.

"Like it? I discovered this place a few months ago, a massive bubble far from anything else. I think it's the perfect place for this battle. If I die, I die quietly without any friends...a sadistic end I'm sure you would enjoy. And if you die, then no one will ever know that you existed to antagonize me, something I would enjoy." He smirked.

He felt powerful. The truth be told, he never reenacted his Power Seal. And yet...the powers were not addicting, not euphoric in their presence. He had become so adept at control that the mere act of unleashing massive energies bored him. After this thought, he promised, he would solve his problem, one way or another. A gust of sand and wind blew past him, rustling his hair, yet sluicing just centimeters away from his eyes.

This is it, Ishtalle. This could be the end for me. But I am not sad. I am not angry. I am simply tired.
Should I not survive, please give Celine my message.

He flicked his Guardian Edge at Sephiroth, the planar energies rippling off of it, pulsating with wild kaleidoscopic tints as the energies twisted and unraveled, a mass of kinetic potential.

Crystal...my Crystal...this is for you.

"You think you have seen what I can do? Railgun? Kinetic Barrier? Astral Lockdown?"

"You have seen nothing of what I can do. And I am not afraid of Death."

[Alex Frost]

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Sephiroth Fusion X

The calm, lazy look on Sephiroth's face never flickered for an instnant. Even as he found himself in a wholly new reality, apparently, he merely sent a few tendrils of thought out to ascertain the physical properties of the envoronment. He then stetched one gloved hand out to ascertain the damage, in any, done to his adamant ring. It was a dark hematite-colored band set with five small stones that appreared to change colors so that what gem they were was not known.

He stood there, looking unconcernedly at Corban, who seemed elated at his full grasp of his unchecked powers. Eventually it appeared his sleepy expression got the best of him, for the ground all around the Sephiroth Fusion began to rumble and then luminesce brightly, the light shining through the cracks in the hard-baked surface. The ruby light spread outward in all directions from him, lancing up in sheets conformed to the cracks in the earth, while the quaking continued unchecked...an instability that would grow and grow until it lanced upward into the planet's moon itself, moving at speeds that appeared faster than that of light.

The light appeared to be as flame, from the rippling effect of the space being subtly altered inside its bounds. But there was more. As the pillar of shimmering crimson tore through the lunar crust and sent up a cloud of debris, that debris was channeled into what appeared to be nonexistent. it had simply vanished, the last reverberations of warped space returning to its former shape as it echoed through the cosmos...Meanwhile, the tangled web of space that was left behind by the red light of Chaos lowered itself so that it merely made a few rings around him, disturbances echoing from planetary to lunar core and everywhere in between.

The Sephiroth Fusion opened its eyes and blinked a few times. Corban was still there...So now their battle would, he supposed, commence. He was ready. But this thing...this Core of his, how poetic...ironic, perhaps.

Rumbling echoes still shook the surface of the planet in the wake of the "spell."
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Corban Saezer

Chaos...it had dawned onto him that this might be some sort of chaotic manifestation. The ether all around him assumed a stature much like that of television static, a faint disruption which interfered with a proper lock. However, Corban felt no need to counter it. Although his energy absorption abilities were hindered, there were other ways of performing his deeds.

Faster than the eye could blink, his form was gone as it teleported directly in front of Sephiroth, red eyes meeting green eyes. In the same instant that he teleported, the kaleidoscopic aura coursing through Ishtalle manifested a deep space, starless black. There was no holding back. The chaos aura not only hindered Corban, but it also made his attacks more powerful. So long as they were performed within a certain amount of time, the dynamic system's meticulous variables would not have the luxury of exploding into unthinkable figures.

One swing was encompassed in a flare of darkness, a spatiotemporal rift which twisted and raveled within his hand. Not only was this voidal in that it teleported molecules into random edges of deep space, but it was voidal in metaphysical nature, bypassing any luminal or material shield by simple physics. It struck to the core, a negative attribute which ate at everything...even its own element.

As per the ghost blade attribute, with Corban's swing came several other pendulous motions as other void swords came at Sephiroth from the same spot, at other angles. They were like plasma: a simple blocking of one part of the manifests was not enough, for the remnants would continue.
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Sephiroth Fusion X

It was not a delicate or subtle proceedure, but Corban didn't leave time for the Sephiroth Fusion to partake in such intellectual frippery. The reaction was instinctive as the Logrus lashed out against the blackness that threatened it.

Registeing the true nature of the blade swung at him and multipresence in the brief instant allowed to him, the Sephiroth Fusion treated them as the space-time events that they were -just as all things are merely events in the space-time continuum and the interactions between them, which are themselves only another event that can be described by specific coordinants.

Thus when he isolated them all and twisted space inside out they were effectively wrapped and redirected away from Sephiroth. However, he reacted hastily and thus actually tore the fabric around him, leaving him with a potentially ugly imbalance that could devour him as well in a crude equivalent of that same voidal spell he was trying to avoid!

So he opened the other end of the Wormhole warp in the first place that came to mind, all of these events happening in picoseconds, even as the voidal blades reentered the normal continuum at the exit of the open four-dimesnional tube of space-time warping.

The exit placed inside the coordinants that bound the spatiotemporal event that was Corban Saezer himself.

This effectively turned his own spell against him, but from within, making even his Core subject to the ravages of the voidal spell, which the Sephiroth Fusion maintained through the wormhole he held open. That in iteself was a serious threat to Corban, who it would seem would not be able to detect the space shifting around and inside him until he was caught in his own Voidal attack. The Sephiroth Fusion was putting a considerable amount of energy into maintaining the structure in lieu of the rather chaotic environment, but those effects also seemed to be fading.

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Corban Saezer

Cue in bullet time.

The twist, the turns...within the vast peripheral vision of the MFD, he could look upon them like whorls on the floor he walked upon. Every blade of grass, every transplanar siphon...every superimposed aural signature was subjected to his perusal, its resolution at these proximities rivaling those of the Grand Star Army. As the wormhole looped back into himself, he felt the sting of his own void sword turned against him. The remnants of the beam exploded into motes of light as Corban dispersed it, leaving him with a particularly nasty sting, and a considerable chunk of himself missing. However, the body was just that. It was but a body, and it paled in comparison with the power of the spirit.

And as for the darkness? It was darkness, granted, but it was his own darkness, spiritual might that he summoned himself. And what he could summon, he could destroy. It was part of him, with his own signature, so most of its vast potential to kill was transparent to him.

There was no time to speak, barely any time to move. Thus the only method left was telepathy, a compressed beam of thoughts and images, more compact than the most phonemic language.

<Of all people in Ayenee, why me? And if so, why kill? A simple begging for concessions would have been more fit...> With his katana in his hands, he drew within himself. Faith, conviction..they were his strength. In retrospect, he realized, there was still a way to come out of this without strength. And the wisest of fighters always sought a nonviolent way out.

<You wish to neutralize me, correct? Does that mean kill? Or does it mean the relinquishing of power? Or...is it not my power which makes you kill, but my persona? I am no politician...>

[Alex Frost]

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Sephiroth Fusion X

The Sephiroth Fusion was but a lackey of the Cabal. It was a construct involving the fusion of the entirety of the entities Deric Sturmhart, the strongest of the Myst'avarim and father to the two already known of in Ayenee...and the demon Ba'al of Sitra Akhra, rival to Samael in power.

Ba'al had been captured by the Cabal...Deric signed on willingly. Then the synergistic fusion of their essences...not only were their corporeal forms joined in synergistic union, but their psyches as well, a quirk in the process that rarely manifested itself and was thus unknown to the Cabal.

At the brush of telepathic communication, the two rather dominant beings within the Sephiroth Fusion almost split of a brief moment. There was a clash of wills, with Ba'al slavering to press the advantage and slay the Guardian, and Deric seeking to analyze this discourse. But as the femtoseconds ticked off, it appeared that the Sturmhart factor was loosing out; orders were, after all, orders - and with one of the personalities having no love for any Guardian anyway, the scales were tipped in favor of Death.

The semantic burst was returned with what would seem, from its speed, to be no consideration, though the Sephiroth Fusion had indeed agonized over it for long moments before broadcasting this missive.

<There can be no quarter.> In a brief moment of dominance, a slightly altered mental signature that was Deric Sturmhart's made itself known on the tail end of the transmission. <I am sorry.>

Even through the chaotic static in the ether, the next warping made itself known. A mental check downward to make sure that the initial action had indeed been progressing as expected, and then suddenly the Sephiroth fusion took hold of space around them in a violent and demanding manner, quickly wrenching it into line...

Well, perhaps "into line" was a bit insufficient to explain the action, for in a sphere all around the ring he wore, with a slight inversion at its center, there came the effect known as Null Magic.

Throughout space-time for a radius of ten kilometers in every direction, spatiotemporal event interaction was reordered to standard physical interaction. Unnatural manipulation and transformation of energy and matter was locked down, with the warps and Voids all being dissipated rapidly. The two would stand as mere men, one wounded severely, on the surface of a barren planet that was quaking with even more intensity as each second ticked away. The continuum achieved its harmonious state of pure physics, while one of the sparling gems set in the ring on the Sephiroth Fusion's finger winked out into blackness, yet another still flickering whilst the others shone brightly.

This reordering of space-time was inverted around the ring itself for a radius of but three centimeters; however, any other supernatural events trying to get outside of that inversion would slam straight into the wall of Null Magic and be swiftly cancelled out, making it all but useless for the moment. And the rumbling beneath their feet continued to build, though after the Null field was erected the rate of this building seemed to decrease slightly.
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And that is where it ended. There was a post accepting the Null Magic action, leaving us ready to engage in Melee combat, but that post was deleted, and the user has actively resisted any contact since then. I ask for a ruling if possible; if not, I would at least solicit your opinions on the fight, the particular abilities used, and whatever you perceive the outcome might be were events to be continued.

Corban Saezer did make another post after the last one here, but deleted it and has resisted all attempts at contact since, though he continues to post on other threads on the forum.

[Gravedigger Ramses]

First of all I have a hard time with the concept of ayenee being a geographical ic location for rp…. But for rp’s sake fine…
second I’m guessing this was not a fight that happened in chat and just happened on message boards?

first bracket-
seperoths first action besides issuing the verbal challenge was to rise upward…
No description of how he performed that feat if it is innate or not so I will declare you raised meaning stand and not levitating
second bracket -
I see in what appears an electrical attack… with no preps no detail to how this feat was performed. Attack failed and only counts as seph attempting to perform an electrical attack that failed and had no affect.
The autos against the family inside the building are disregarded.

Third action consists of an auto on an elder. Again a failed attack.

This is all happening in one turn so the entire turn is void itself.

Next round is corbans… and void due to all the autos
no prepped attacks etc which is futile anyway since there would be no fire since seph’s attacks were void.

I got to say you have long arms to unsheathe a six foot long blade from your waist.

Corbans post teleporting himself and sepheroth and everything in the “sphere” is void. An auto with no prep or anything resembling an attempt.

And much the rest of this fight was the same with telepathy not used in a legal manner against each other and wormholes and other such powers with no preps no attempts nothing just autos.
All this is also based on my presumption you have achieved rp status with those chars to fling those powers around and they both have not been rp’d for less then oh I don’t know… about 5 years of continuous rp in order to perform such feats as messing with the space time continuum at will and such?


Fight is tossed out I cant even force myself to read the rest and maintain my professionalism.
Was that even supposed to be a T1 fight?

[Corban]

The issue has been resolved through OOC channels and an interesting IC twist. However, in my defense, I'd like to say that we were not fighting to conventional T1...well, conventions. The fight took place on a board, and most technicalities were abstracted out of the text. This fight wasn't based upon technicalities, but rather a preordained story-based fight.

And so ends my first post on this Tombstone place. A cursory glance tells me that it focuses upon technicalities rather than metaphorical detail. That, I can work with.

I do want to know something before I attempt to same thing next time: You considered my Sphere effect an auto? I remember analogizing it to a "cut and paste effect," which essentially teleported the space where a person was standing on. Not them. They're more than welcome to remain where they are, but they won't be standing on the ground anymore...namely because I cut it out from under them.

Would you consider this an Auto if it was a Field Effect, as well as since I stated that:

If Sephiroth remained in the space with Corban, he would be teleported into entirely new regions of spatiotemporal coordinates. If not, then he would be left behind in the village,

I left a statement of the effects should he accept them, much like any attempt at an effect would operate.

In my words, an auto: Enforcing an unwanted condition upon another player's character without their express OOC permission.

I targeted the area. He, as you can see, was free to stay or 'ST anchor' himself if he wanted.

A penny for your thoughts, Ramses?

[Gravedigger Ramses]

I do not judge based on technicalities.
That makes rules I enforce sound cheap, petty, insignificant with out having regard for the substance of what actually happened.

An auto is: any action that affects someone else that would require an attempt that is made and resolved in the same post/turn.
Whether its making a long winded rp speech at someone who has no choice other then to stand there while the speech is taking place when their char would normally be making actions during the other persons speech, but cant because during that entire speech there was no chance to react to it.
To walking slowly to someone several hundred yards away and closing the distance to a few inches thus leaving their turn with nothing other then to rp their char as having stood their while grass grew around them waiting when again they would do something else.
To:
ug_the_ogre takes a hammer in fist and pounds on oog_the_orc’s head

If Sephiroth remained in the space with Corban, he would be teleported into entirely new regions of spatiotemporal coordinates. If not, then he would be left behind in the village

Is that truly the only way in the whole wide, wide world you think he can avoid being teleported?
If not then yeah it’s an auto. And that is presuming there is proper power gathered to teleport.
If that conflict was only about who can out-auto whom…. Why do you really need someone to judge it?

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