[R1-B3] Chaosmax VS. Lord of Chaos

[Prophet]

The two Chaos warriors duking it out, eh? Standard KHI RP rules apply, no God-Modding, Power-Playing, reasonable amounts of swearing, explicitness, etc. Let's have a good rumble people.

Arena: The Chaos Theatre - This is a massive amphitheater, designed as both a club and a concert hall. The space is huge, like a futuristic cathedral, with a massive pyramid-esque stage in the center. Surrounding the pyramid stage are a few bars and hundreds of colliseum-style seats, each one filled with a critical, unsatisfied hipster. They will be the witnesses to your fight.

Special Conditions: How to please a hipster - There will be a crowd watching your fight. This crowd is highly critical of cliches and cheap battle tropes, and is looking for something original and creative.

In order to win the round, you need to not only defeat your opponent, but do so while also winning favor of the audience. Your character must have an interesting purpose and meaning. For every cliched or stereotypical attack or move you make, the hipster crowd will grow more and more hostile. For every unique and creative thing you bring to the table, the crowd will like you more. I will be controlling the general mood of the crowd, but its evolution will depend on your character's and their interactions. Should you defeat your opponent without earning the crowd's favor, the magical hipster crowd will heal the opponent and have the battle continue.

Should the battle continue to the time limit without a K.O. or a clear victor, the crowd will judge the winner.

Restrictions: You may fight anywhere in the Chaos Theatre, but you may not leave it, nor can you destroy it. The audience cannot be harmed (they are magical, immortal hipsters [the terror]) and any attempt to get rid of or somehow escape from them will result in defeat. All manner of characters may be used, but Omniversal-level abilities will be met with distaste by the hipster judges.

Your character choice will be very important here. Let's get the creativity flowing.

 

[Lord of Chaos]

Special Conditions: How to please a hipster

Ihateyousomuchrightnow.

Fine. Time to drop it to the beat. Introducing... Lief:

My name is Lief, but that's probably too obscure for you.
I dress in clothes from Goodwill, and really despise those new
Pieces that everyone wears -- you gotta be unique, just
Like everyone else. My age isn't important, you must
Understand, but I'm young enough to look hip, and I've got
The power to back it up. I can take clichés and turn
Them around on you, sheep of society. I will burn
Through the chains of normalcy by bringing my words to life
To get in your way. I'll suffer through the crowd and this strife
With my shaggy brown hair, rustic beard, and baby blue eyes.

​

 

[Chaosmax]

Heh a battle of Chaos, whelp I'll have up my temp later on (won't take that long to make just want to make sure its good). Edit: Alright here's my temp.

Spoiler Show

Name: Max Griffin

Age: 19

Appearance: Around six foot one with caramel colored skin, blood red spiky hair with black streaks in them. Has dark orange eyes with a scar going across his left eye. Wears a black shirt with a noticeable red t-shirt underneath, has dog tags on with a fire symbol on it. them He has black pants, with white shoes. Max also carries several lighters around his belt and a small light metal rod on his back, also has black fire-proof gloves on.

Personality: Max is a silent kid who doesn’t talk much. He is cautious and sometimes even second guesses himself because of it. He is a bright kid but is very shy about it because of his parents often boasting about it.

Powers/abilities: Max was born with the power to control manipulate fire, he wasn’t aware he had this ability till around the age of eight. He can command the flames and even solidify them into different forms and shapes, although doing this causes an large amount of fire which is why he carries around numerous lighters. Since he himself is not invulnerable to the flames, he has fire-proof gloves on to protect himself but can still generate the flames around them and send out fire fist blasts.


Just tell me if there’s anything wrong with it and I’ll fix it.

Now that that's done we can start this ^_^

 

[Prophet]

"Ugh, this is gonna suck."

The Chaos Theatre was filled to the brim. Flannel filled every corner, trendy glasses shielding every eye, and the massive amphitheater rang with a chorus of cynicism and annoyance. The bar with PBR, and the floor was scattered with young people drinking, supping at their drinks while staring at the large, pyramid-shaped stage at the center of the Theatre.

"Jeez, wonder what Gary Stu's they got to fight this one out."

"I saw the roster. Apparently it's a fire-wielder and some kinda rhyming what-the-hell-ever."

"Great, fire wielder, never seen that before. Elemental manipulation is so overused."

"Avatar the Last Airbender probably would do it better."

"That show was such a cop out, way to sell out to the children's market."

The Theatre seats were each filled, the coliseum-like amphitheater packed with chatter and sneers. The magical, immortal hipsters filled each seat, a PBR in each hand. Their mumbling rose in a crescendo, and the center of the pyramid flattened slightly, creating a massive arena in the center of the crowds. A bored voice droned out over the megaphone.

"Lief vs Max Griffin. Fight or whatever."

OOC: Round 1 begin. Whoever would like may post first.

 

[Lord of Chaos]

Lief leisurely strolled up from one of the sides of the pyramid. He didn't appear to be too enthused, but wasn't completely apathetic either. He had his contacts in today instead of his fashionable black, thick-framed glasses (they were broken by some dumbass who didn't understand what it meant to be unique) and his blue-and-slightly-off-white flannel shirt, over a white wife-beater. His jeans were about three inches too tight (once again, the price of fashion and being obscure and unique) and he was wearing a pair of old beaten-up Chucks. He scratched his leg for a second as he stood there and looked out at the crowd. He didn't say hello--that would be overly done--instead he just slightly grunted at one of the people that looked familiar in the audience. He then slowly turned and faced the rest of the stage, so that he could wait for his opponent to approach. He had over his ears a pair of retro-headphones (they were so the best thing to have, they stood out much more than just earbuds) that were playing some obscure song regular people had never heard of by Johnny Cash. He tapped his foot gently, but not too imposingly, awaiting his opponent.

 

[Chaosmax]

“S-sorry I’m late” called out Max as he made his way to the stage. He quickly glanced at his opponent but avoided eye contact. He noticed Lief tapping his foot repeatedly and thought it was his fault. “I-I’m Max uh well maybe you already knew that but uh yeah lets have a great fight eh?” he stammered as he spoke and rubbed his neck.

“I guess I’ll start” he said quietly and brought his two lighters into his hand. Now then I have nine lighters total and starting off with a solidified move would be idiotic he thought as his hand smoothly rubbed the lighters.

I'll start with that. He then clicked the switch and pushed out the flames towards Lief which appeared as a fire drill, Max then reached out his hand and the flames separated into five fire blasts which danced around him and attacked at different directions.

 

[Lord of Chaos]

Lief shook his head slightly as he watched the nervous opponent across from him. He was trying too hard to fit in, to be cool. Such a poser. Then there was his power -- fire? So overdone. This guy needed a lesson in what was trendy these days. It was time that he gave it to him.

"Dude, you gotta focus on this fight... and quit shooting the breeze" said Lief, and as those words left his lips, it was as if there was a tingling sensation in the air. Suddenly, the wind ripped violently around the fire attacks, sucking the oxygen away from them and putting them out completely. Lief gave a small smirk (not too big of one, he didn't want to seem cocky, but definitely wanted to seem confident). In a sense, his power was that of hexing -- using his words he could curse or buff certain things, affect certain actions in the world. It was the true power of a hipster, or so he thought.

"Man, look at you... stuttering... all jumbled up... you gotta ask yourself... Are you a man, or a mouse?" he asked Max as he stood there staring. Once again, as the sound slowly left his lips, the space around Max --and that within Max's space himself-- started to shift, trying to transform him into a mouse. He would have a few moments to try and get out of it--fashionably late, he called it--but after that the trap would be set and Max would become a rodent.

 

[Chaosmax]

Max looked down his eyes still not daring to meet his opponent’s. It seems that his opponent has some sort of magical ability but he had yet to figure out what it was. He sighed as he gazed at Lief finally meeting his eyes only for them to direct his attention back towards the floor.

Am I a man?….always scared….running away afraid to fight back…..why do I do that? A man stands and fights for what he believes in but what should I fight for? To prove I belong in this world? Maybe I will get my answer fighting him thought Max.

Max then clicked the switch and the fire ablaze from the lighter burning brightly, he then shot out fire rings towards Lief for a few moments then he began to change. The room appeared to become bigger and he was becoming smaller. “Looks like I am a mouse” he murmured as he scurried away and around the pyramid.

“His magical abilities seem to be related to the words he says” he then peaked his head from around the corner and continued running. “It shouldn’t take long before I revert back to my normal form, until then I will have to keep my distance from him.

 

[Lord of Chaos]

Lief gave a small smirk. His hex would not wear off. Now that it had hit home, Max was stuck as a mouse. He pulled his earplugs down and started walking towards where the little rodent had run off to. Instead, he took off his beanie and walked towards Max, crouching over slightly so that he could catch him and go feed him to a cat or something. Lief did own a python... perhaps it would be his supper. Ulysses did enjoy mice, they were usually a special treat that Lief gave to him when he was on his best behavior or when he had friends over to impress.

"I've got all the time in the world, but you do not..."

 

[Chaosmax]

Max noticed Lief walked towards him and scurried away quickly. Not gonna last long at this rate…..if only I could get to my lighters I could at least put up a small fight Max thought in his small mouse body.

He looked back and forth between Lief and his lighter belt on his clothes and then a sick thought occurred to him which brought a smile upon his face. Fine if you want me to be a real mouse then I may as well act as one.

Max then dashed towards Lief and headed up his pants biting him and he made his way upwards, then he leaped out towards one of his lighters and lashed out at it. A small ember blazed out of the light as he held his furry hands up towards it. He then separated the flames and hit each of the other lighters igniting it into an even bigger flame using a total of four lighters all together. He then condensed the fire into a large sphere and released them unto Lief, he solidified the flames into small spears and had flames dance around them as the came down at him.

The main problem with this attack however was that Max was unable to move by using it in the form he was in.

 

[Lord of Chaos]

Lief shook his head slowly as he watched the mouse attempt some kind of fancy fire trick. As the fire molded itself into spears and launched themselves at him, he sighed.

"It's like talking to a brick wall."

Suddenly, brick walls formed around him. The spears impacted upon the walls while Lief ducked to one knee, just in case. The walls faded soon after and Lief stood up and dust himself off. He smirked slightly and walked towards the mouse. He wondered if this kid actually had any balls to speak of. Tournaments usually brought out the best and most skilled... this kid had to be here for some reason. He'd either kill him, or bring it out of him.

"At the end of the day, you need guts and the confidence to do something. Otherwise you'll stay a rat in a cage. "

He wasn't referencing that stupid Smashing Pumpkins song either, but rather the origin of the phrase. Suddenly, iron cage bars, with hardly any space to squeeze through, perfect for a mouse, started to close in around Max. Lief just stood there and looked down at him.

Pathetic. What a poser.

 

[Chaosmax]

Check and mate.
That's about it nothing much more I could do in a situation like this, good match Lord of Chaos I learned quite a few things from this little brawl of ours and hope that when I get much more better at RPing and battles that we can do this again.

Alright Prophet you can close this.

 

[Prophet]

OOC: Here's where I get to come in and make a few pointers. And write as my satirical, hipster self

IC:

"Huh, oh, he's one of those. Speaks words and what he says comes into reality."

"That's a little underwhelming. What a letdown."

The hipster crowd grumbled amongst themselves as the battle began. Fire leaped from Max's lighters and spiraled forward, but the crowd yawned, unimpressed.

"Basic fire attack. Sure, it looks pretty, but come on, we've seen crap like that hundreds of times."

The fire vanished with but a spark in the air, and the audience gave a reflexive gasp, although most still shook their heads.

"Obvious really, sucking out the oxygen in order to remove the fire. Basic chemistry."

Max himself seemed to vanish as well, although it was only for mere moments as the audience leaned forward in their seats, straining to see the small figure running below.

"A mouse? seriously? This fight is gonna be short."

But the mouse leaped forward, scurrying up Lief and leaping out, launching an impressive fire barrage. A hipster raised his eyebrow, raising his glass in a spiteful toast.

"Didn't expect that one. Mice combat is totally hip right now."

But the brick wall rose up equally as fast, and the crowd groaned as a silver cage appeared around the mouse. A few hipsters shook their heads.

"Shame. Thought the mouse might actually pull it off for a sec."

The bell rang and the loud, bored voice emanated over the crowd again.

"Fight over. Lief wins or whatever."

OOC: Good fight. Chaosmax, well fought, you've got potential. Learn from this fight and keep on battling. I call this match, victory to Lord of Chaos.

 

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: Indeed. ^_^ I didn't do as well as I'd hope I would, but this was enjoyable. Good job Chaos. Though, to be fair, on your first move, the hex that turned you into the mouse was not centered upon you. You could have moved, and moved out of it. A pointer: really read what your opponent has typed, and if you don't understand it or aren't sure, then ask them. I would gladly tell you.