A Glorious Threesome! Battle on the Skyline!

[Coolpikaaa]

Dojopolis, Morning.

At least, one would think it was morning. Blackstar has become somewhat of a dreary place for it's dwindling populace, grays reigning heavily in the world's palette. The heroes have long left, taking the soul of the planet along with them.

A torn advertisement displaying colorful shuttles up to the CSS, and claiming free experimental trips into "the dream world paradise" for resettlement floats by on an unenthusiastic breeze. The sheet makes several dips and eventually catches a strong updraft, soaring onto the rooftops where it is quickly stamped down under the paw of a yellow rodent.

The build is unmistakeably that of Coolpikaaa, but any careful observer can see his coat has become rather dirty and patched with gray strands. It makes sense, rodents especially aren't built to last and he must be getting on to his late teens. Why exactly this rather famous member of the community is standing alone on a dingy rooftop is anyone's guess, but it actually seems like he is settling down to watch the sunrise...

[Jent]

((Sorry for delay. This summer heat quite aggravating, along with another RP idea snatching resources for me to plan for this duel.))

"Seems like you're the early-riser of us three."

One of Coolpikaaa combatants leisurely clambers a wall to the rooftop. This fighter's physique couldn't be any better for the parasitic monster. Currently at a limit of power by the low amount Homunculus cells. The tall and lean frame provides him not only sturdy organs to support the body, but allow for greater flexibility for his distort technique.

"Though this other contender is awfully slow, isn't she?"

While perplexing him slightly, he sighs, brushing away dust collected on his plain white t-shirt and indigo jeans. He then turns back to face Coolpikaaa, smirking. A good three meters separates the two for now. Seeing this, Homunculus decides to finish his pleasantries now so the fight may begin.

"My basic profile should have said my name, Homunculus, though such titles don't really matter to me. You may call me by any name, as it is all the same. Now, shall we start?"

[Raven]

Dojopolis, the city that was once rife with life, insanity and schemes. Now it lay in ruins, abandoned by all but a few. Distaste was clear on the woman's face as she walked through the alley ways and streets of the city. 'I go away for one year and I come back to this?' She thought, quite irritated by it's state.

Looking up to the top of the various sky-scrapers, she saw the two she'd arranged to meet. On a day like today, with a member returning, or a battle between Dojoians, the streets would have been rife with creatures, be they humanoid or not. A brief wave of nostalgia swept through her, but she pushed it back - replacing it with more irritation.

Raven, or Rallen as she'd become known on her travels, walked into one of the abandoned buildings. Posts sat empty, pieces of paper littered the floor to be blown by the wind as she opened the glass door to the building. 'It's as if a plague swept through the town.'

Climbing the stairs leisurely, as the electricity in the particular building was off, she pondered back to Dojopolis as she'd known it. Addman, Embri, Net, Shine, GBE... all gone, it seemed. She'd seen a few citizens, lurking in the shadows, as if it was too painful to come out, to truly see the ruin that had been the greatest city in existence.

She reached the door to the roof tops, barely having noticed the climb in her musings - and then, she was on the roof, looking across to the Homunculus, and a severely aged CoolPikaaa. When she'd last seen him, he'd been sprightly and young. Such a change, just like the city itself.

Raven fingered the hole that she'd placed in her skirt, ready to whip out her poisoned switch-blades at need. For now, however, she decided to watch. Perching herself against the door, Raven sat. If she was lucky, the two would forget about her, tire each other out, and then be hers to dispose of.

'Maybe it was a predator, rather than a plague.' She pondered as she sat. Though, she doubted one could defeat all the great citizens. Well, after this she would hunt them down. Yes, she would indeed do that. She would not allow her home, her friends, disappear.

[Coolpikaaa]

Coolpikaaa slowly turned away from the rising sun to get a good look at his foe. A bit lanky, but that only allowed for greater flexibility and He would have to make sure he kept out of this challenger's reach.

"Oh Hello! Fancy meeting you here. Although, I guess we did have a fight scheduled... Didn't think you would get up this early, though."

This wasn't the same Homunculus CP had researched on board the station. Or maybe it was. He had glanced at something about body manipulation. It didn't say how fast, or if any he could travel, but it was probably safe to say not to eat anything during this fight.

"Oh, Raven? From what I have heard, she was probably here several hours before either of us. Building a smut closet or something to the like."

This other challenger was a very different case. A lot of the information on her seemed to spread by urban legend rather than fact. Coolpikaaa had skimmed through a lot of horror stories, not finding much else than what she declared at the Arena Hall. A poison and Fire user, again someone not to let get too close.

"Start? Yeah I guess. I have to warn you though, I had quite a bit of practice at this thing back in the glory da-"

A sudden flash of color. From the gasps coming from the street below, he could tell it wasn't a trick of age. Could it really be that the planet was so eager to come back that the mere presence of two of it's "heroes" could start to spark something?

"Trippy. Well then, shall we dance?"

[Jent]

The light flash alerted Homunculus as well. An eye tendril springs from him in bewilderment, yet his remaining gaze stays unchanged by this ecstatic eyeball. Could this be the Dojo's desperate attempt at energizing our match? HA! I don't require the likes of it to persuade me to continue. The eyeball retreats back into its socket. With Jent gone, there's is nothing holding me back anymore.
"Trippy. Well then, shall we dance?"

"Gladly."

He knew of Coolpikaaa's electrical attacks. Even the limber muscles of this body couldn't completely negate a current freezing them up. He needed to gain the upper-hand, somehow. A sudden twirling leap propels Homunculus forwards, entering the midpoint of their previous distance head first in the roof. A rather pathetic charge at a glance, instead gains a powerful pivot from his now bloated head. With assistance from his hands, turns his body in a one-eighty for his expanding legs to charge at Coolpikaaa.

[Coolpikaaa]

"Gladly."

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Faint images floated in front of Coolpikaaa's eyes. Something up ahead was spinning....or three things. CP tried to breath, but all that came out was a brief gasp, then several more rapidly as he tried to reestablish his wind.

Wha-?

He was sitting on his bottom, quite a few feet away from where he had started. Judging by the large dent on the paneling above his head, his opponent's attack had knocked him flying into the door of the roof access stairway.

"Uhg..."

Steadying himself up with one arm, Coolpikaaa staggered to his feet. The Homunculus had done some sort of fancy spin and had hit him with his rapidly churning legs. The scariest part was that CP hadn't even seen it coming.

But, despite his rapid beating, Coolpikaaa rose smiling.

"Nice one!" He called, cringing through gritted teeth. "But you forgot one small detail. You see, you can't just straight up hit a Pikachu."

Homunculus probably would have felt the sudden leap of sparks as soon as he connected with the electric rodent. It wasn't a lot, but you would feel it for sure, a defense measure against the larger foes who would beat you up.

"It's called Static. Sucks eh?" The electric rat said, spitting at the ground.

"Now come along whippersnapper, lets see you try that again."

[Raven]

Two buildings away, Raven snorted. 'Poor little rodent.' She thought, although she didn't mean it. The Pikachu's tumble had been rather amusing for her.

Then, she observed. The Homunculus' moves were decent enough. The inflation to his head had been a good move, but by the looks of it his body was simply a host. 'Right there,' Raven paused at her observation, grinning wickedly. Hosts were, as hinted, controlled by the parasite. 'Or ''Homunculus'', as this one prefers to call itself' Raven thought snidely as she sniggered slightly.

Hosts, as mentioned, were controlled by the ''Homunculus'', meaning the ''Homunculus'' had to control the bodily functions as well. Usually they stalled these, saving energy - however this made them susceptible to... infiltration from foreign contaminants.

Her poisons would work perfectly. Grinning again, her gaze moved on.

The rodent, however, was a bigger problem. Hopefully it would be the first to fall. If she had the power, she'd simply blast it repeatedly with fire. However, that was not the case. Furthermore, her switch-blades would only conduct the little rat's electricity. Thus, she only had her own power to fight.

Sighing, she continued to watch their moves. She hadn't been here in so long, so she was sure even CoolPikaaa had learned something new. Not wanting to be caught unaware, she continued to observe.

[Jent]

"AAARRRRGGGGLLLLBLBLBLBLBL!!!"

Coolpikaaa's Static caused a critical blow to Homunculus's muscle system. For a few moments, writhing limbs from his desperate endeavor to neutralize the paralyze in its own accord. Nerveless, the impact that his feet left on Coolpikaaa scattered a fog of glee within the mind.

"Nice one!" "But you forgot one small detail. You see, you can't just straight up hit a Pikachu."

A difficult swivel yields the image of the mocking Pikachu before his eyes. That single strike left the both of them in a weakened state. Though it appears his opponent presently holds the advantage. Where is that Raven?! I'd rather end this quickly now; however, using it now might prove disastrous if she attacks when my energy becomes low. ARG!

In lieu of deflating his head like Homunculus would normally do, it began a series of grotesque shifting of flesh and bone. Since the majority of his Homunculus cells reside inside the head, he broke and recombined the muscle tissues by utilization of Distort. Meanwhile, having already being restored to their original shape, the limbs muster themselves into a shaky couching stance.

"Good... ability... you have... their... " The head finally cured itself of paralysis, though the diaphragm still proved to be a hassle. "I'm... still fighting." Now wielding increasingly dense head, he steadies the weapon while slowly scuttles closer to Coolpikaaa.

[3kul]

((Hope you guys don't mind me interrupting a little like this but I suddenly felt inspired to do a bit of RPing. I promise I'll stay out of the way ))

In one of the many supposedly abandoned buildings surrounding the area a pair of onlookers are observing the match in secret. One of them is holding a small recording device and hanging about the window, attempting to get as much of the fight on film but at the same time not wanting to be spotted.

"Hm, hard to believe that one of your tip-offs was right on the money for once... Where'd you say you heard it again?" The cameraman's voice was like gravel, rough and harsh, though he was trying to manage a low whisper.

"I didn't, and have no intention of telling you." A computerized voice responded. "Ha! Fair enough," the first one laughed. "I suppose that information is a vital enough commodity as anything in a dying worl- Ooh, the rat just got sent flying. You sure he's who they say he is? Looks like he'd be better suited to bowls of porridge and boring fresh young larva to secretions with stories of 'the good old days', if you know what I mean."

"I believe it, but you are free to doubt as you so often do." The second voice seems very disapproving of the first, as though it never expected to be believed in the first place. "Che! Fine then, you think you're so smart, let's make this interesting." He throws down a thick wad of cash, and though he sounds a little irritated he is actually quite delighted that things have come to this. "Your money is covered in blood again." "Hey! Don't you go getting all high and mighty on m-" "No, there are actual flecks of blood on your money. Where did you... Nevermind, I get the distinct feeling that I'd rather not know."

"... Quit stalling, you in or out?" The second voice pauses for a moment before deciding to take the bait. "In." A small bag of money, heavy with coin, is flung to the centre of the room. The currency is different but the two trust each other enough to know that the amount is the same. "Alright, now we're talking! Who do you like the look of?"

At this point in time Homunculus was performing the stomach-churning party trick that would almost rid him of the effects of Coolpikaaa's paralysis. "It's a very difficult fight to call. I'd rather hear your opinion first, since you are far more experienced in these matters than I." The second voice seems cautious in betting, but the first voice is easily flattered by these words and doesn't mind this at all. "Ha! I suppose I am... Well, my money's on hot ass over there." "Must you be so crude?" "No, but for you I'm willing to make the effort. Now, as I was saying, sex-on-legs looks like she plans on sitting on the sidelines 'til one of them loses, then she'll finish off the already-exhausted winner. Classic move, you should take notes."

"If by 'classic' you mean 'elementary' then we are in agreement. I highly doubt the other two will let her get away with it for long. Put my money on the hero of old." "Ha! I knew you'd bet on him, what a chump... Hm? Oh, looks like the third member of our little group wants in on the action. We both know that he's good for the money, I'll see who he likes." "Must you call him that? Unsavoury a character as you are I really must insist that we draw the line somewhere, we'd be infinitely better off not associating with the likes of him." "Muscle is muscle, alright? You want to tell him how you feel be my guest, but I'd prefer to keep living... He says he likes the flesh-shifter's style." "He would."

An awkward silence dominates the room for a while, then the first one speaks up again. "Look, we can talk about this later, for now let's just enjoy the fight." "... Fine."

[Coolpikaaa]

((Interestingly cryptic post there 3kul. It seems we picked a fairly busy day in Dojopolis for our fight... If you did want to become more involved though, I'm sure none of us would take issue with it.))


"Eww...."

Coolpikaaa hung back, watching as the Homunculus shifted into some sort of Spider-thing. The brief jolt from Static seemed to have messed him up quite a bit, and it seemed the creature was being forced into this state more out of necessity rather than style.

"Ok...Two plans here." Coolpikaaa thought to himself as his opponent distorted into even more gruesome shapes. "One, I wait for him to hit me again, and get him with another burst of static..."

The limbs had become sleeker now, more normal. It seemed like he was now getting ready to move.

"Or two..." Coolpikaaa took one more mighty gasp and staggered onto all fours. Electricity rippled in the air around him, a spectacular light show in the otherwise dismal landscape.

CP began to run.

The abomination's head was spinning now, obviously primed as it's weapon of choice. The Homunculus had either mentioned, or stored in his profile that he typically held base there. It was a useful strategy, turning his weak point into the one thing the average person would want to avoid. But then again, Coolpikaaa had never really been the "average person".

The distance between the two was short, and Coolpikaaa pushed hard down onto the rooftop, propelling himself into the air with all the momentum of his short dash. For an instant, it seemed he was preparing for the standard lightning bolt attack, but all of the sudden, he rolled into a yellow ball, gathering all the electric energy he had released on the way down. The fur ball spun rapidly, a deadly mix of electricity and kinetic energy.

And it was headed right for the mutant's noggin.

[Jent]

((They way you are is fine, 3kul. I wonder what the title of the video will be called...))

"Attacking, eh?"'

The recent shuffled flesh provided an extra boost of energy that Homunculus placed in the eyes. A brisk thought shifted the edge to him, literally. Halting the progression, he halved the Homunculus cells residing in the skull, then instructed themselves to different actions.

An intense plop ensued after the expelled a wad of flesh that tumbled behind his legs. Then continued in a short, nimble bounce away from his body. His eyes gauged a fair foot distance for a safety zone from fleeting arcs of electricity. Whereas the other self mobilized a counterattack against the foe. On impulse, a shroud of darkness enveloped Coolpikaaa, for Homunculus burst forth an expansive wall of pulsating flesh out from the bloody head. Itself dangled many tendrils armed with his teeth, and he planned for the tendrils to burrow into the unfortunate rodent. Giving him a taste of his disabling tactic.

[Coolpikaaa]

The flying rodent's speed allowed him to plow straight through the blanket of flesh, bouncing hard against the rooftop as he missed the target. Coolpikaaa un-rolled himself, and got a dizzied look at Homunculus, who had predictably shifted again.

It was going to be difficult to score a hit on such a shifting target. Maybe if he electrified the whole roof?

It was then Coolpikaaa realized something was gnawing at his arm. His rapidly spinning body had been enough to throw the teething flesh off from a full body blanket, but he had still landed on it, and the tendrils had latched onto his lower back and right arm.

"What th- Arrrrgg!" Coolpikaaa cringed and started rapidly swinging his arm to make the parasite let go. It had bitten down past his fur and was now pulling at his skin painfully.

"What are you doin-!!" Another wave of pain that seemed to circulate everywhere. CP despairingly tried to shock the parasitic flesh, hoping it would throw it off or something. The teeth were drawing blood now, but even worse, the continued to push through, into him.

[3kul]

[Raven]

(( Has anyone ever heard of My Immortal's famous 'dressing scenes?' Raven could have famous un-dressings scenes.

BY the way, I know this is terrible, but right now is the only chance I get to write/post my reply and it's 9am and I'm hungover and I only got like four hours sleep so I'M SORRY. Dx))


Had Raven not held it, a sharp laugh would have come from the side of one of the buildings. CoolPikaaa’s mauling was...entertaining, to say the least. Her laugh, however, would have not only given away that she was in the vicinity, but that she was moving.

With one hand on a drain pipe at the side of one of the sky-scrapers and the other reaching out, she pushed off into the air. Her body slammed into the side of the second building, still one more building away from the Homunculus and CoolPikaaa. Her previously outstretched hand clung to the window ledge, which she then used to hoist herself up and inside.

She wandered through the building before coming to another window on the opposite side. ‘Perfect’ She thought, grinning her wicked little grin. Raven climbed out to the ledge, and aimed.

Her target was in plain sight, the Homunculus above her on the roof-top of the next building. It was turned away from her, facing the ensnared rat. ‘Didn't expect the little thing to go down so fast.’. She thought with a smirk.

Once again, she launched herself with a powerful push of her legs. She flitted up the buildings, pushing against either one for support until she came to nothing but air. Before she could drop, she pulled her switchblades from their holders, the muscle toxin poison dripping from their blades and tumbled in the air, adding speed and gravity as she went in to stab the Homunculus’ deformed body.

[Jent]

((I'm assuming she is attaching his host and not the Homunculus blob with eyes. If it is the other, I'll change my post.))

The torn flap of flesh mattered little to them, as he detected the presence of their flesh piercing the hide of Coolpikaaa. Whose electrical attacks drew near vain, even with half of the tendrils flesh burned away, pursued their objective by means of Distort's force. Fortunately for the pain, it rapidly declined, due to the parasite slowly dissolving between the muscles in said infected regions. Intended to seize his muscles if he tries to move.

SHE'S HERE!

The Homunculus bellowed in agony. She struck deep in the left thigh, bringing about severe spasms around the tainted flesh, yet not of muscle origin. The minute amount of Homunculus cell's began distorting the entire limb, a horror from death laved its mental core.

For the isolated duplicate, this fear washed across his own mind as well. A swift clawed tendril slashed at the thigh muscle. Significant blood, flesh and bone flew to the other side, shoving Raven's armed hand away before lunging in the wound. Inside, he immediately expand the thigh for not only sealing the wound, but to compensate for lost tissue to boot. Thereafter diverged into three pieces during a swift glided effort at the arms and head.

I need to gain some distance to start analyzing her. Yes, he knew in advance of the information in her profile. However, he rather not just sort through the human brain matter for it when all he needed to know lies in front. A prompt distort over the host brought about a cartoon-like bounce sent him a meter away, enough for him to about face this opponent safely.

"Finally, do you know how long I had to wait for you to show up? Fighting that rat was difficult, but you should be easy," asserted Homunculus.

Leaving the right eye pinpointed at Coolpikaaa, he staggers off some so they wont both catch him by surprise. "Lied in wait for one of us to tire out," he assumed. "Very good, though now I like to see tricks other than assassinations from you, Raven."

Beckoning the arm Homuncului out from secretly restoring those paralyzed muscles, an odd transformation occurred. At first a small white points protruded from his palms rapids expanded outward. This in turn reeled back the flesh inside the torso as it continued to grow. "Now that you're here, I don't need to hold back anymore," He snickered.

Once complete, two sloshing tendrils of bones rise up, prepared to counter Raven's next move.