Individual: Round 1 - Match 4: Little Sister v Masamura

[HisLordship]

*Clouds swirl around phantasmically, and light plays out into sparkling rivulets of glitter and dew. Thousands of phantasmagorical shapes wind and unwinds in the Dream-Scape. Coalescing in the center of this dream-stew, the Owl some call His Lordship stands at the ready*

"Ladies and gentlemen! The Fourth Individual Match of the Roleplay Olympics is about to begin! Prepare yourselves!"

*The spectators, unseen in this frothy clouded vortex, roar with excitement*

"In the left corner of the Dream-Scape, from a distant world encircling another star, I present the Parasitian Twin of HollowEyes, the dreaded devourer, Little Sister!"

*The crowd shout "Calooh! Callay!"*

And in the far right corner of the Dream scape, from a rocky canyon far into the depths of a digital reality, I present the digimon Dorugamon, leader of the Canyon Warriors tribe and ravager of the wastes!"

*The spectators repeat their cry*

"In the Dream-Scape, you dreams and nightmares come true - anything that seeps for from your mind takes form, whether you will it to or not. Observe!"

*In front of the Owl, a strikingly familiar human face condenses before being flapped away by a pair of powerful wingstrokes*

"Be it firm or fanciful, material or etherial, it can condense itself here. I now delcare the match to begin, and may the Gates of Horn and Ivory bless you with their bounties!"

*The Owl vanishes as the crowd roars again. The match has begun*

[3kul]

A hytserical cackling can be heard as a group of clouds twist and swirl, and Little Sister appeared on the scene. She towered over her opponent, many times her regular size, and a large dragon-like tongue snaked it's way out of her mouth. Her hair had taken on the form of vicious snakes, which were thrashing about in the air and snapping - with her eyes glowing fiercely, this ghastly apparition bore more resemblance to a monster from ancient mythology than her usual self.

Fortunately for Masamura, this was not the real Little Sister, who was standing a short distance in front of the illusion, grinning manically. Casually waving a woven arm towards the monstrocity behind her, she spoke. "Seems I can't keep my ego in check in a place like this..." This being the Dream-Scape, Little Sister's voice can be heard clearly by all, and she was visably overjoyed at the prospect of being able to fight in an arena like this.

Her hair twisted and wove itself into several rather unpleasant looking hooks, similar to the kind used to hold meat at a butcher's, only much larger and more jagged. They were designed purely to cause the opponent as much pain as possible - something that Little Sister delighted in. She began to swing the hooks around her head lazily, and spoke up again. "I've been told when in a fight like this that the courteous thing to do is to let my opponent attack first..." She suddenly whipped the hooks towards Masamura, aiming for each of his limbs. "Not my style at all!"

((Just so that everyone knows, the gorgon-esque apparition isn't going to attack or anything, it's more there as a scare tactic. It's the result of Little Sister's ego and self-confidence unconciously taking on a form in this arena - yes, that is how Little Sister actually sees herself ))

[Mag]

"My name is Masamura!" Masamura flapped his wings and dodged the hooks. Then a rather large image of a monster that Masamura recognized as his greatest hidden fear and nightmare. The monster growled and suddenly roared. "I hate you... Dexmon" Masamura grinned and opened his mouth which caused a big ball of metal to be fired at Little Sister. He then flew around the area while breathing fire at the ground below him. This continued until there were rings of fire, the first and biggest ring was at the outermost area while the following rings were smaller than the last.

Masamura roared and waited.

[3kul]

"Such simple attacks..." Little Sister pivoted to one side, and in doing so pulled back her tendrils of hair. The tendrils and hooks whipped into the side of the metallic orb, which gave it enough spin to make it narrowly miss her. Simply dodging would have sufficed, but in front of an audience like this, Little Sister felt like showing off.

The rings of fire however, would not be so easy to dodge - they were getting smaller as Masamura fired them, and she was being driven towards the centre of the arena. She quickly began to try thinking of a plan, and was hit by a sudden stroke of genius when she thought about where she was. She began to laugh again, almost shrieking with a twisted sense of joy as the sky suddenly turned pitch black, and the rumbling sound of thunder echoed throughout the arena as rain began to fall. In moments the arena was being drenched in a torrential downpour, and the fires hissed as they died down into nothing.

"Today's forecast calls for heavy rain with a chance of thunderstorms Masamura! Watch out for those lightning bolts up there!" As if on cue, a lightning bolt ripped across the sky from one of the clouds, leaving a charred mark on the ground inbetween them. Not wanting to leave her opponent with too many options, Little Sister quickly rewove her tendrils of hair into thin spears before hurling them towards him. This time, she was aiming at the space around Masamura as well, hoping to force him into getting hit by doing this.

((Perhaps the sudden appearance of a thunderstorm may seem a bit powerplayish, however, I felt that since she's able to imagine it happening and this is the DreamScape, it would probably happen. To avoid powerplaying I'm not going to give her control over it as she's not able to control storms outside of this realm, so it's really more of an environmental adjustment than anything. Please let me know if the formation of such a storm in a place like this is impossible though HisLordship, and I'll edit my post to fix it.))

[3kul]

((... Rightio then. Well it's been almost four days since I last posted, and Mag hasn't replied. We've only got a max of 7 days to reach 6 posts each according to the rules, but I really can't see that happening if Mag doesn't show up very soon (in other words, hurry up and post Mag!).

At the moment there's really not that much to judge on (two posts from me, one from Mag), but what will happen if Mag doesn't show up?))

[Kat_05]

((I believe that would be a call for judgley help . I'm guessing the powerplayish thing is okay since your normal judge hasn't said anything-this is a dreamscape, after all! :p Powerplay to create monsters and items as you will, just remember to bring your nightmares... ))

*Thousands of Kat_05's appear in the dreamscape, looking like each of her 3 forms. These creations don't do much but mill around, but they're a good comoflouge to enter in. Shame all the humans are in their undergarments and the second forms (normal wolf size) are fat. Kat (human-FULLY CLOTHED) suddenly appears next to Little Sister.*

"I am a judge of the arena and your opponent seems to have frozen."

*pokes the unresponsive (gone) Mag*

"As such, it is the duty of a judge to step in until your opponent returns. May you have a horrid time..."

*Kat summons a rather powerful Glock (gun) and begins firing*

[3kul]

((But you're not my judge Kat ))

Little Sister quickly spins, withdrawing her tendrils from their previous attack against Masamura and focuses on Judge Kat. As she did this, she quick moved away from where the Glock is aiming, well acquainted with how guns work. However, quick as she is, it's not quick enough, and several bullets lodge themselves in her lower body and back legs. Shrieking in pain, Little Sister attempts to make sense of the situation as she continues to avoid being shot to pieces.

"What the hell?! You aren't even judging this match!" The gunfire does not cease, but instead follows Little Sister as she scuttles about randomly. Her movement's a little slower than before, but that didn't matter - when her opponent was biological, there wasn't much hope for them.

Switching to her glowing red eye, Little Sister observed Kat's muscle movements as she moved the gun in different directions. The rain didn't seem to affect her vision much like this, and she found it possible to 'predict' Kat's movements by reacting to how she moved her muscles. As she continued to avoid the gunfire, Little Sister wove several tendrils into very sharp, scalpel-like blades. Keeping her eye on her opponent's movements, she whipped these tendrils towards Kat's side, aiming to either slice her arm clean off or hack her to pieces trying.

[Mag]

(Sorry I'll post more)

Masa growled and opened his mouth. Many balls of metal fired at Little Sister. Then Masa looked at Kat and fired heatwaves from his mouth. Masa roared and then the surroundings changed to that of a white room with a small orb in the middle. Masa blinked and looked around. On the other side were two holograms of two familiar digimon, Alphamon and Omnimon. The two knights were fighting against some weird creature that was born out of corruption. Masa stared at the hologram fight and felt courage grow inside of himself. Masa then fired more metal orbs at Kat and LS.

[Kat_05]

((In the part of the rules that has a judge step in, the judge isn't names When I mentioned Mag's absence in the pannel forum I got the go ahead to sub, so there you are!))

*Noticing Masa's reaction and the two attacks heading her way, Kat decides that (unfortunately) her sub time is over already. The copies dissapear as the landscape changes, and Kat uses her judgely powers to block both herself and Little Sister from all attacks. By the time the attack is over, Kat is gone. Kat is back to her judge seat, and only a message has been left behind-a floating note in front of each contestant*

*Note*
Talk about a short sub! Since you're both back in action I'll take my leave. Enjoy finishing your battle!

-Kat_05

[HisLordship]

*From the judging panel, the owl gives a mockingly sour scowl as he leans over at Kat*
"I could have handled that, you know."

*A playful twinkle passes over the Owl's eyes*
"I think after an interference call a special play is in order."

[3kul]

Little Sister noticed that, try as she may, she cannot penetrate whatever shield is around Kat. Finding such play to be stupidly unfair when Kat had clearly stated her intentions to sub, Little Sister spoke out.

"Hey Judge! What the hell is-"

Several loud clanging noises interrupted her as a shield of her own blocked Masamura's attacks. Her eye narrowed at Masamura, severly angered by the fact that he'd pull such a cheap stunt to get an easy shot at her. Thanks to Kat though, the tables had been turned a little on Masamura, as Little Sister had gotten a good look at him using both his metallic orb attacks and his flame attacks, and made a mental note of his muscle movements when he used them, as well as the actions of inner organs when they produced such things.

She noticed some dream of Masamura's fighting itself a little way off, that the landscape had drastically changed, and that Kat had left a short note to say some polite garbage about resuming tearing her opponent's limbs off. None of this mattered though. The only important thing to her was defeating her opponent.

The white room quivered, and blood began to seep from the walls as Little Sister crumpled the note up and tossed it aside. Leaning back a little, she suddenly snapped her head forward, extending a multitude of tendrils towards Mag. This time she wasn't planning on cutting him, simply grabbing ahold of him would be enough. As long as she kept her glowing red eye on him, she could adjust the path of the tendrils to match however he tried to move, and she'd be able to anticipate most oncoming attacks. And as previous experience had led her to believe thus far, it was an unbeatable strategy.

((But I guess we'll just have to wait and see how much of that is just Little Sister being cocky. So Kat has left without making any major changes, eh? *looks at LS' bullet-ridden legs* ... I see. Regardless of that, it'll no doubt be most interesting to see what kind of special play you choose to bring in, HisLordship.))

[Kat_05]

((It only seemed fair to prevent one attack after causing another Littlesister. *grumbles* Glad to know you appreciate it ))

*Kat merely grinns at HisLordship*

"You had days to step in, and I was getting bored. Blame Sensei for agreeing that something should be done. Feel free to respond as you see fit, dear fiend."

[Mag]

Masa folded his hands and held his breath. Then he moved his head into the direction of the floor. The flames blew out with full force and Masa moved upwards with extra speed due to the flames. "Hey LS! Why don't you try to corrupt me?! In fact I dare you!" Masa shouted. Unfortunetly the tendrils caught him and Masa struggled to move. "Hmm nice but..." Masa held his breath and suddenly he farted. Although what came out was flames that managed to get the tendrils off. "Never underestimate a Dorumon family member!" Masa roared and held his breath yet again. This time, Masa fired a rather giant ice ball at the ground which caused most of the ground to freeze. He stopped moving and decided to wait for opportune moment and prepare for a change...

(This new tactic involves a Digimon's natural ability to evolve and change so if needed then I will provide a description and/or picture)

[3kul]

((Since when can Masamura shoot ice Mag? Or evolve and change? Your profile on him doesn't list these kinds of things at all... ))

A cloud behind Masamura had taken on the form of a rather goofy looking Embri, which appeared to be laughing and frolicking about without a care in the world. To Little Sister, this was blatant mockery, and she could see the similarity between the two as fire users. "On the contrary, it appears I've overestimated you..." Little Sister commented, quickly plunged her tendrils into the ground, smothering the fires before they could get too big. Comparing the two, Masamura was undoubtably weaker than that constant thorn in her side.

Nonetheless, the Embri illusion didn't help to calm Little Sister down, and she flicked her tendrils about randomly, eager to follow up with a different attack. However, just as she was getting riled up, she noticed strange formations in his body. On an external level, Masamura's body was reacting in a similar way to when he produced fire, but on a deeper level it was totally different. In short, he was about to attack with something new.

Suddenly extending her hair below her, and appearing to 'grow' out of harm's way, Little Sister towered over Mag as his ice shot hit the ground, freezing the 'trunk' of her hair ((if you're having trouble imagining this, it's a formation a bit like a beanstalk, with LS at the top)). "I don't know what you're trying to pull, but there's no way it's going to work!" Her tendrils spread out as far as she could make them like this, before whipping towards Masamura from in front, behind and on both of his sides. At the same time, her tongue poked out of her mouth, snapping open before she launched it towards her opponent from her position above him. This time, she felt that her imminent victory was assured.

((And sorry Kat, I was just nitpicking (as I do ) - I did appreciate that you stepped in to help out ))