Decadent Day

Nea Yorki, a place that is ruled by a warlord put into power in a dimokratia, the spawn of the pathetic knowledge obsessed bunch of book worms in Athens whom planned to institute some equality in the masses. Big mistake given the masses are not entitled to rightfully realizing the ambitions of the state, but on the contrary, are stupid and short sighted bunch that lack the insight in making a meaningful decision. Which was why those governed under a despot often strive towards a singular goal most effectively better than the many people of this place.

He sat in the restaurant on a chair that's inserted underneath a table with food on top of it assorting the myriad of delightful Greek cuisine, with his back against a corner, facing the glassed entrance, as he took the occasional glances at the hot waitress to his side, his loins burning with the desire to make further descendants aside some many centuries ago. He was in some Greek restaurant where naturally everyone spoke his language, albeit they lacked the archaic accent he'd speak in, and would speak in what would be "modern" Greek. It was a bit confusing, but he mulled over this on a bite of a gyro and some fermented cheese. At least it wasn't shawarma he is eating as some certain people ate.

'Gah-Reek? The very name sounds unsavory Ray you fool' the symbiote would rattle off in Ray Morino's skull. 'Oh psh you ain't been having some food til you've had some real Greek food, sides you even taste what I taste?' Ray fired back, he didn't even know if the creature did but he heard laughing which confirmed that either it didn't or did not care what he ate truly and was messing with him the entire time. How wonderful it was to live with a thing in your skull which every day made it's goal to just play games with you or annoy you.

Regardless Ray Morino pushed open the door to the resturante, it was a fancy establishment and Ray in his three piece white suit fit the bill of class. A crime lord always had to be classy after all, had to put himself above his peers, minions, and most definitely those damn peons. Looking around the blonde haired madman would just simply wait until someone came to talk to him, preferably a hostess or that pretty bird that fluttered between tables.

The Greek restaurant was a place of poverty and great lack of people that dress up in fine shiny raiment, lapped with tunic and breeches called pants in this instance. Whereas everyone else were dressed up in their casuals here, not exactly a toga or the like, but something casual in the modern day. Ah how Pyrrhus misses the days where he didn't have to put pants on and could walk around without some cloth in between his legs chaffing up his crotch everytime he walks around, not forgetting the wedgies in place.

Scratching his ballsack, and pulling out the wedgie he is getting on his ass, he watched the pasty white honky march his little honky ass into the Greek restaurant filled with people of olive disposition, they stared their merry way at the man, only to return to their business and yet... Pyrrhus's eyes analyzed every single faucet of what responses he'd get. That's cheating... that's a lot of cheating... realizing something interesting about the man, he got off from his chair and cupped his mouth with an "open bottom", turning his hands into a funnel of sorts.

"Μπορείτε παρασίτων! Μάτια εδώ!" He shouted his honky nigger mouth really loudly from across the restaurant as to sincerely convey his message to the Yankee bloke. Truly, was Pyrrhus a man of both worlds. Negro and honky alike, given the olive complexion, yet Caucasian appearance.

'What in the' the symbiote responded internally to the outcry of Greek. "I'm sorry I do not speak greek" Ray said looking directly at the man who was sitting down at a table in quite a lewd position. Instead of waiting for a hostess who no doubt would never come Ray began a slow stroll towards the man, sure he could have teleported but then hey his legs may atrophy and he wouldn't want that.

Slowly he would pull a chair from another table and deftly flip it with a twist of his wrist so that the back of the chair would face the table and the legs would remain on the floor throughout the whole process. Plopping down after unbuttoning his main coat with his free hand he rested his head on the back of the chair and looked at the man and his eyes. Those odd fucking eyes, they sent a chill down the symbiote's host's spine although he had no idea why.

His sonic attack called shout seemed to have sought the attention of the flesh mask's attention to his location, alarming the rest of the patrons. However, the waitress was allured and enthralled by the prospect of Pyrrhus's presence causing such a stir in the restaurant, stunned, whereas the patrons were jealously staring at his sheer disregard of societal norms without a care for the world as a most unusual presence, added his archaic accent.

Nonetheless as he approached his position, Pyrrhus's lecherous eyes were staring right through the symbiote host, looking instead at the waitress that shifted behind the white honky and in fact saw one possibility of having snu-snu with that waitress amid the crowd of people and parasite without a care, making him smile unconsciously at such a prospect of a probability only to remember attention back at the man who seated in front of him. For some odd reason, he was disrobing as if he were preparing for pedantry from the carnia.

"Αντιλαμβάνεστε ότι ξέρω από τη φύση σας, μάλλον?" He says to the symbiote host nonchalantly, making a gesture, "Ωστόσο, ρυάκι δεν εχθρότητα προς το είδος σας. Είμαστε και οι δύο άνδρες καταραμένοι από τη δική μας πτυχώσεις."

'Fuck it, ima touch him' the symbiote said as the man continued to speak Greek. With an audible sigh Ray leaned back as a black tar formed around his left foot. It soon overflowed and raced over to the other man touching his foot just in time to miss the last bits of what he was saying. 'Alright better' Ray said telepathically to the man across from him through the use of his symbiote.

His foot had some tar-like thing raping the confines of his shoes as to touch his skin, realizing such sudden clarity of mind as Pyrrhus's mind was flooded with traffic of what sort of position he would mount the waitress and his curiousity as to how long she'll last against his dóry, as if it was a phalanx thrusting forth into the Persian flanks whilst they flee given attrition, feeling the penetrating pierce of the spears that make a new hole out of them as if it was a battle of Thermopylae, sans the Persians and Spartans, and more the woman and the man. Finding that in fact his thoughts were conveyed telepathically given the probability was... his mistake.

"Erm... ignore that. It must've probably been... psychic interference from one of those moving pictures in a box." He laughed and shrugged after saying his message mentally in an audible understanding with the other man, "As I was saying, we are both alike in our own damnation and curses, yours manifest physically, whilst mine afflicts me spiritually. However, unlike yourself, I am not a flesh mask."

The images filtered over and Ray was glad for the severance when it came, now don't get him wrong. He enjoys a good conquest as much as the next man, but hey he'd rather it be him doing the doings if you followed the line of thinking. Still, it did reveal a bit to Ray, and the brain revealed even more to the symbiote. This person was similar in ideals, this person was useful, but above all else he was interesting. A person who was not the last one would not be visited long by Hiim after all.

"Yes the television had you on it" Ray deadpanned back to the man sitting opposite of him with a slight smirk on his face that turned his left cheek up like a fisherman's curved hook. "Are you talking to me, or to us?" Ray would ask rather simply at the word flesh mask although he figured that the man was not even talking to him at all but in fact to the symbiote.

"If you are to convince Zeus the Earth is worth taking back, you need to gather allies."

Those words repeated in her head constantly as Alethia lay in her chair on Olympus, looking down at the earth as it were a simple human map. She had been keeping tabs on the few Greek deity related beings on the Earth, with most of them being in the United States she had kept a firm eye upon that place of false hope and security. Interesting enough another soul shined like a beacon amongst the other mortals, as most touched by a Greek Deity did. It seemed this man was a bit familiar, as if she had laid eyes upon him once before. Alethia had laid eyes on him from Olympus long ago when the Gods watched with pity on the man cursed by Poseidon own daughter to be forever a monster to roam the land.

This was the perfect candidate for the new generation of Gods to take the place of the original 12 Olympians. No doubt this man hated Poseidon for standing by and letting his daughter curse him for life. Despite him being a possible asset to her taking over of Olympus, she had also felt pity for him. This man was used to the old ways, the Golden Age of Greek culture in Europe and the the East. This man had awkward emitting from his very pores, so maybe she could help him along and show him the new world no matter how vile it was now. Regardless, this man had the right to know that the Gods still lived.

She got up from her chair and stepped off of the edge, to the seemingly small earth below. In a beam of light and energy she shot down to earth, appearing as a shooting star to those aware of the skies. In what would seem like a second to Alethia she crashed down through the roof of the Greek restaurant. She landed down on the hardwood floors of the place in a kneeling position. She stood up running a hand through her golden blonde hair. "Pyrrhus...It's been too long since you last roamed the earth...You live." She said surprisingly as gripped her spear with her right hand and held onto her helmet beneath her left arm. Her armor shined in restraint showing her divine power. These two would be rise to recognize it.

He narrowed his eyes to saucers as he gave one long look at the symbiote host, who was as he says, nothing more than the mask for the symbiote, not the other way around. Truly, power that comes at the convenience of a parasite. To think it understands the finer points of speech and is well developed to conduct itself in the affairs of man without much of a hassle on his part. "Nay, I talk not to the flesh mask, but the one who wears it." His mind responded in such and so sentiments mentally, pulling his shirt since it's beginning to chaff, the shirts of today certainly are too tight and not loose as the tunics of the past, "Or has your flesh mask gained a sense of independence and is the true master here?"

This new language, English, the tongue of the Angles, the barbarians from the high up North the Greeks had some contact with to a point, it was absorbed into his brain in this transference in the same sense archaic Ionian Greek was learnt in that same instance as memories were transferred at an instantaneous rate. It was strange, connecting with the symbiote, in a sense, he had learnt to respect it given it was not the same beast that he would fight, the Trógon Sárka. The modern world even eludes him today, albeit learning such aspects had given him time to... fathom truly the cultural nuances from this momentary exchange. He realizes now, the two are equals in affairs, a true symbiotic relationship hence Symbiote.

His eyes shot forth at the presence which dared invade his one momentary restful place among mortals, truly in the midst of cattle does an all too familiar light come forth ahead of Pyrrhus in front of him far apart as to destroy the ceiling coming down her merry way into the realm of mortals. Clutching his fists to see and realize this golden presence he knew all too well to be of Olympian-make. Perhaps Athena herself? She was fond of all these warrior aspects of smart warfare and whichever have you as the Athenians fancied... typically.

"Oh how very fortunate of me to be greeted personally by Lady Wisdom herself." He spoke in his Ionian Greek softly, bowing not to the woman but standing ever so defiant, "If you're here to give me some quest to rid of Olympus her problems, you may turn around now and tell Zeus to shove it up his hind quarters and solve the problem himself."

"We're part-" the rest of the words were drowned out by a loud crash and thud as something broke through the roof near where the two men were conversing. 'Bloody hell never normal anymore' Ray thought as the words were lost a midst debris falling, glass shattering and multitudes of screams. In an instant the place was deserted save for the four beings who held powers within their grasp. And now the focus was off of the symbiote and Ray who shifted his eyes over once to the goddess, only once. She mentioned his companion, and he spoke yet again in the ancient tongue of sheep herders, and Persian slaughterers this time however Hiim understood the language completely, a nice gift from the symbiote he had bonded to. Of course they were not focused on him, did not demand his attention so none was given.

With a sigh he would walk over to another table and lean against it looking at the two while eating something...tasted like lamb and unleavened bread. 'Lady Wisdom, so a higher god...oh of course the other one must be a god as well....wonderful' Ray thought as he tore a chunk off the sand which and chewed it completely before letting it slip back down his throat. 'I do like his disrespect for Zeus' the symbiote thought who had long ago severed the connection and slithered back inside Ray like a snake going back to it's nest. The two shared a muted chuckle at this which echoed only through their head.

Now what was this all about, what would come of this entirely random day? Hiim could only wait to find out.

She watched as Pyrrhus almost felt comfortable with the light that shined from herself, and to be honest it was a little comforting. Everyone was not familiar with the reality that the Greek Gods did exist. This particular being had a past with them, Poseidon's own daughter cursed him to feed on human flesh and live an eternity. What a foul life it must've been for him, but frankly Alethia did not care. She was here to convince him to become, to be honest, a slave of the Gods' will once more. If he would not reclaim his title as the bitch of Olympus, she would beat him down into the ground. Judging by his defiant demeanor and his balled fists, that looked to be most likely what would happen. In all of this commotion, it seemed like Alethia either had no time to acknowledge the man sitting with him, or prehaps she was simply ignoring him. Regardless she would keep an eye on him in case he decided to back up his lunch mate.

"Oh how very fortunate of me to be greeted personally by Lady Wisdom herself." he began, she did note that he was still speaking his native language. "If you're here to give me some quest to rid of Olympus her problems, you may turn around now and tell Zeus to shove it up his hind quarters and solve the problem himself." he said.

Alethia smiled and put on her helmet with her left hand. "It makes me sad that I will have to remind you of who your maker is, Flesh Eater. If you will not serve the gods willingly, then I will shackle you into the depths of Tartarus instead." She said as she rose her spear and slammed the end into the ground, causing a light to pulsate into the ground. Seconds later, armored and long deceased Spartans would come up from the earth. It seemed they were pouring into the restaurant from every entrance and every window. About 300 in total would surround Pyrrhus and his friend from within the building and outside as well. "What will it be, Flesh Eater?" She asked with a smile.




Name: Legion of Tartarus
Rank: C
Power: Transcendent Physiology
Description: Alethia has the power to summon the famous 300 Spartans from the underworld. Using her power as the daughter of Hades, she can summon and control the legion to do her will. These warriors are dead, so conventional means of destruction will not work against them. Bullets are useless so the most useful way to destroy one of these warriors is to decapitate them. The warriors are dressed in the armor and weapons of the day they died, and enjoy returning to the world for combat and more glory.
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Item Name: Olympian Breastplate and Helm
Item Rank: C
Item Description: This outfit is made for beauty and protection at the same time. The beastplate and shoulder plates are made to protect the user from hand held weapons and bullets while the cloth bottoms allow for easy mobility. In the sunlight, the armor shines brilliantly.
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Item Power: This breastplate and Helmet is from Athena herself, therefore it is extremely strong. The armor can easily block bullets(.30 Cal and below), swords, and other weapons. The armor's effectiveness increases as the owners power increases, so the armor is bound to become stronger. The breastplate/Helmet can block any weapon equal to its rank, and can take 2 hits of a B rank because of Alethia's power of Invulnerability.
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Item Name: Shield of Olympus
Item Rank: C
Item Description: The Shield of Olympus looks like a normal shield from used by ancient soldiers in Greece. This is one weapon of choice by Alethia, used to bash and crush enemies while at the same time protect her from weapons of mankind and god-kind alike. The Shield increases in power as more of her fellow gods bless her with protection. This shield can block hits equal and below its rank, and can take one or two hits from an attack a rank above because of Alethia's Invulnerability.
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Item Power: The shield can block anything of its own rank, and can take 2 hits of a B rank attack because of Alethia's power of Invulnerability. The shield can easily block bullets(.30 Cal and below), swords, and other weapons of equal rank.
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—Name: Spear of Olympus
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—Description: The Spear of Olympus looks like a normal spear used by ancient soldiers in Greece. This is one weapon of choice by Alethia, used to pierce her enemies, and is also used as a thrown projectile. This weapon grows stronger as she gets blessings from her fellow gods to fight Mount Olympus' enemies. This spear can puncture defenses equal and below its rank.
—Origin: Given to her by Hades, her father

The truest of sights penetrated whatever veils of deceit the future might bring as to realize it in his present coarse in that very moment on what may in fact actually happen. Discerning everything as if it were the fates themselves bestowed his vision with the power. Everything happened before him in his eyes as probabilities, foreseeing it all with his eyes. Realizing what must be done as in the future, as he finds himself just where he was at prior the realization that happen be upon him. In such an occurrence, this harlot was NOT Athena, but some foul spawn of Hades, rapist and kidnapper who was tricked by a mortal once before, and even whipped into a scare by Heracles himself. Truly, his grasp is nothing more than a gatekeeper of death itself than to be death, given the fates govern such domains of even the Olympians themselves. Although it was truly insulting in the future he saw, Leonidas who was kindred soul like he, was reduced to nothing more than a servant. Even so had he remained defiant to the self-proclaimed king of kings Xerxes, he NEVER surrendered once, even at the offer of becoming warlord of all Greece with Athens at his own toes. That light never bestowed comfort upon him, her beauty never appealed to him as it were but a false charade, her personality is as rotten as a carcass in his such realizations. What he sees is but a silk covering fecal matter, defiantly never appreciating that moment of hers, yet keeping his face stoic and the same as it were before.

Before she could even prompt her Spartans into place that he knew she would deploy as to surround them forth, before even her insolence and Xerxian attempt to make him kneel, that he was standing to her left, given the positions that they were at, which is to say the obscuring helmet which would impede her vision as to see Pyrrhus, realizing that one moment as he subtly rose his arm, unseen from the probability he banked on which would say the way he did it was in fact his right arm, the two apart by 5 meters only, her armor not donned as of yet, the helmet not put as of yet, but probability deemed that he is unseen as of that very fringe moment. Such positioning remained static than dynamic in this spacious place of most Greek cuisine authentic to the olden ages as close as it may be.

A moment's notice was what it took for the purple flames to spew out, coinciding with her putting the helmet on as to actually obscure her vision of the flames that were spewed out in a moment's notice wading through her blind spot amidst the people that were weary and leaving. Such unnatural inferno reached out for her arm and torso that lay behind it, that it were the last moment it would in fact be seen. Before even the realization of the Spartans made manifest as to in fact change the whole flow of causality in that single interrupted moment were the fates to weave again the whole flow. Before even the spear being slammed into the ground, all happening in that single opportune moment of her putting the helmet on as the events and flow goes. The probability of it being completely obscured with uncanny accuracy and unseen as it were given the Corinthian helmet does not have an open visor like the Phyrgian ones.





—Name: Reality Manifestation - Eyes of Pyrrhus
—Rank: C
—Power: Accelerated Probability
—Description: Whatever is in front of Pyrrhus, can be predicted completely at what action is to occur and what is the outcome that is to happen. Giving leeway to Pyrrhus at the appropriate action to take in lieu to such an action performed against him, or in fact what actions are happening in general, as to achieve the best results as he can delve into all probabilities that are before his eyes and realize which is the best one of his own judgement as to partake that one, as he can perceive the paths given on what actions he takes. Which is to say it would give the impression Pyrrhus has uncanny luck. But the one weakness of such an ability is that he is limited by what is in front of his vision and eyesight. All else cannot be predicted, especially what he cannot see.


—Name: Kolasi
—Rank: C
—Power: Hell-Fire Manipulation
—Description: Inches in front of his skin, Pyrrhus suffers not the flames of his own making of any damage. Capable of spewing it out in a manner of a flamethrower with the range of a typical one as well, his fire eats away and melts even stones quite easily and fast as it would butter. Just expressing such raw power the flames have, given they were divinely given only to be corrupted by Pyrrhus's nature. Although he is limited by his own weakness of not developing it given a lack of time to practice it, and the languor that comes from his centuries old rest. The flames can express itself at any points of Pyrrhus's natural body, but often to avoid burning his clothing away, he does it from his exposed skin. He can maintain flames for as long as 6 posts in a continuous burst, but it would take 3 post cooldown just to restore 1 post slot as to use the flames again, which is to say his usage of it is segmented rather than a total continuous affair. It has a range of 80 meters.

Standing out of focus at a table to the left of Pyrrhus and out of eyesight of both Greeks, Hiim would notice something was wrong. Well that is to say someone was much too aggressive.


Helmet, protection, before the arm of Pyrrhus was raised Hiim would be behind the golden bitch his hand would be already raised and touching the base of her head before the helmet was fully on. What was a helmet? Well it is something one would use to protect the skull, that is to say the brain something all bipedal humanoids valued. Any intelligent being would know it is the base of emotions, not that pesky heart. It is where thought is spawned and where creation is born. Where one can retreat from their normal life, or where one could analyse it. All it took was an instant and as such the symbiote simply made her arms waver and pause creating the little instant that Pyrrhus needed into an even longer pause holding the helmet as such that it blinded her to their actions. The blind were ones who focused on other senses, however a normal being who retained their eyesight would rely on it the most out of all their senses. This is an undeniable fact, after all what sense gives the brain more information than that of sight? None, smell, touch, hearing, hell all of that is dwarfed by the amount of attention given to sight and as such sight is the most relied upon, the most trained. Next, and by next I mean the next milisecond he began to shut off the body functions that is to say her thinking, movements, probably even life would suddenly stop. Life is precious, yet there are those who would wish to snuff it out like a used cigarette, users and abusers who cared little for anything other than the self. Selfish slugs who brought the whole existance as a whole down a few pegs, if only they could be removed. It was simple the first signal was the one that controlled her arms, that was manipulated such as to make the arms pause the timing did not matter but the signal told the arms to stay in place for over a minute. Time another concept is something that we created, or is it? Much debate rages about this and one cannot be sure what came first, life or time. If I were to wager a guess I would throw my weight on the bench behind the favor of time. Time is something that simply marches forward, it cannot be stopped, while there may be those who delay time, there were none who could stop it forever. Of course she would regain control of that impulse later once it now longer told the arms to pause, but there was other impulses. One such impulse told her heart to beat, that one was cut off, severed, shut off. Without the heart the body cannot function, it pumps blood. Most deaths occur when the heart simply slows down, this can cause a heart attack. When it stops almost nothing can make it start back up again. Even pleading cries from the brain cannot awaken the beast from it's slumber, sure it can be electrically shocked back into beating, but even then it is weaker. That action however cannot be done by someone with a still heart. The brain simply began to think that the heart was no longer there or needed for the body to function, a lie a truly large and dangerous lie. Lies are told everywhere, the true cornerstone of life some would say but I think that is much too cynical a thought. Those were the two impulses he affected in that instant, that milisecond that he was there. Such a short amount of time that even the feeling, or touch receptors would not be able to tell the brain he was there, well for her it may never tell her that he was there. The next he was behind Pyrrhus yet again arms crossed and a sneer painted across that symbiotic face of his. The woman was not going to take away someone so interesting, that could not be afforded.

—Name: Erry Day we're portin'
—Rank: C
—Power: Teleportation
—Description: This ability allows Hiim to travel to any destination he has seen before in his life. It also allows him to teleport to within eye sight of himself (EG he cannot teleport behind a rock in front of him but he can teleport onto the top of the rock).


Name: Brain Touch
Rank: C
Power: Neuro Electrical
Description: Once touching a person's head(hair, face, eyes, skull, etc) in an instant Hiim can move three electrical impulses or that is to say affect two things that the brain has control over. He can shut them off, or manipulate them in a way to do what he wants. As such upon touch Hiim will also understand what electrical impulses are happening and where.

Shit hit the fan pretty quickly for Alethia, and she was not expecting the mortal and flesh eater to be so quick to attack her. But who the fuck did they think she was? She was the Goddess of the Underworld, and these simple tricks would not bring her down. As she was raising her helmet to fit upon her head, it seemed her physical movement stopped for a second or two before an enormous heat blasted over her hand in helmet in front of her face, which was a blessing in a way because her helmet was in her paused hand in front of her face(Would make sense since her vision is obscured). It did not take Alethia long to respond, and just before the flames engulfed her entire body she disappeared in a burst of light, appearing in the air above the building. It would seem to the two enemies below her that she had teleported through the hole in the ceiling she had created when she first landed in the Greek restaurant.

Luckily for Alethia she regained her movement as she fell and landed gracefully on the roof. Now she knew the masked man both had some sort of mind control as well as her same ability to teleport, while Pyrrhus seemed to control a variation of fire that was much hotter than its common form. Alethia slide her helmet on her head as she fell, then grabbed her shield from her back. With her spear in her right hand it appeared she was now ready for battle. The Goddess proceeded to summon her legion of Spartans, and soon enough they began to sprout up from the ground and would begin running towards the building. Alethia raised her foot and brought it to the ceiling with as much force as she could summon. The poorly built roof would crumble as a result bringing Alethia back into the restaurant, now ready for battle. She decided to keep as much attention as possible on the Masked man because now if he was to teleport she would have to do the same in order to keep herself from being vulnerable.

"Come forth, mortals." She said with a grin.

Name: Teleportation
Rank: C
Power: Transcendent Physiology
Description: Being a God allows Alethia to teleport. The teleportation is masked with a huge explosion of light that blinds NPC's(Her rank or below) within twenty feet of her for 1 post. While Alethia uses teleportation to travel frequently it is not a honed power, so she can only teleport things that she isn't touching to a maximum of 100 pounds. The Goddess must also see where she is teleporting to, with the exception of teleporting to Olympus when she isn't stressed with Combat.

(OOC: I am calling a hit under the reasons following on user Miss Malice, if anyone contests this claim, offer a counter-argument in my case as I will cite the reasons for her demise.)

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A moment's notice was what it took for the purple flames to spew out, coinciding with her putting the helmet on as to actually obscure her vision of the flames that were spewed out in a moment's notice wading through her blind spot amidst the people that were weary and leaving. Such unnatural inferno reached out for her arm and torso that lay behind it, that it were the last moment it would in fact be seen.

(This was the location of my attack which details the attack initiated on Malice, making it very evident it was spewing out at her whilst she was putting on the helmet, obscuring her vision completely from the attack as it perfectly coincided with the whole time she would be blind to its advances. And yet here she cited a contradiction and a lack of knowledge on the attack in question and went on to metagame without giving credible reason as to how she realized such a machination so.)

Alethia wrote:

heat blasted over her hand in helmet in front of her face, which was a blessing in a way because her helmet was in her paused hand in front of her face(Would make sense since her vision is obscured). It did not take Alethia long to respond, and just before the flames engulfed her entire body she disappeared in a burst of light

(As shown above, Alethia contradicted herself given the flames would not blast over her hand, but rather through her hand as my post details and spreading at her torso as to pool over her entire body in a spread were it to clash, if not even make her clothing catch on fire. She never stated an adequate dodge, aside from the teleportation which does not detail whether or not if she has stopped such an affliction of thermal elements. Leaving such things vague at most and contradictory as there was no plausible reasoning on how she realized the flames that be attacking her at all, she was attacked in close range of my Kolasi, which would no doubt melt her arm, and yet the way she wrote her post implies she indeed had been hit by the flames.

Either ways, neither did she dodge the disabling of motor functions that senor Blaine imposed on her, as I will quote below. In fact, she was HIT by such a thing, and had her heart disabled. Turning her into nothing more than easy prey as she posted this I'll quote below)

Alethia wrote:

Luckily for Alethia she regained her movement as she fell and landed gracefully on the roof. Now she knew the masked man both had some sort of mind control as well as her same ability to teleport, while Pyrrhus seemed to control a variation of fire that was much hotter than its common form.

(I have to stress that her dodging is COMPLETELY inadequate, on knowledge no way she could've gained. Especially if she REALIZES that Blaine had "mind-control", then she was effected first hand and is hit completely. Although I will leave such explanations to Blaine as to make it evident on such designs on why she deserves to be hit on his part as well, given this was a tag-team synchronization attack that she failed to address for both. Anyways, commencing hit now.)


IC: There was nothing further to be said and done, the fires cackled in their mad hate on the wench that burned in her loins to bring Pyrrhus back, as in literally, her loins were actually burning, and by Pyrrhus, LITERALLY. The skin melted into ooze, consumed by the purple pimp fire of massive Hellish proportions with the restaurant goers making their way tails in between their legs. Her functions incapable of made clear, dead in many ways as the body is engulfed in combustive inferno. Spiraling upwards, as even now it threatens to eat the restaurant's surrounding and yet naught. Her spear aside, her helmet apart, shield discarded, she as a so-called divinely appointed "goddess" lays dead before the feat of two mere mortals. Then again, Pyrrhus ISN'T exactly a mortal, merely cursed with limbo, which sort of counts as immortality.

Whichever the case, Pyrrhus looked at her straight dead in the eyes with an eternal scowl, picking up the closest booze, he took a swig of it, stepped aside as to give the symbiote clear view of her cackling carcass. It wasn't anything special, no beams of light, no holy aura, it's just burning for the Hell of it. Her heart functions stopped and long would she settle into the anus of death itself. Such probabilities he foresaw made it clear who she was now. And that wasn't Athena prior his assumption so to say. HAH! What a let down, those incestuous bastards high up in Olympus are probably rolling over this one. She was dead before she could even perform her light disappearance thingy.

"ALETHIA, YOU WHORE. GIVE HADES A MESSAGE. TELL HIM, I GAVE IT TO HIS DAUGHTER UP THE ASS LIKE HE DID TO PERSEPHONE, and to STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING AFFAIRS, or else I will MURDER HIM THAT SISTER-FUCKER WITH A PLASTIC KNIFE." He cleared his throat after such announcement to a corpse and walked towards the tools apart of her hand, "LET US BE OFF FROM THIS INFERNAL PLACE, MAN-PARASITE."

He strolls over her weapons apart as the carcass begins to turn into nothing more than ooze, providing fuel for the flames, and picks up the spear she dropped which was quite apart from his flames that consumes her even now and is melting her armor. Leaving the helmet and shield to his newly acquired ally as he briskly made his way out. Keeping his distance from his own inferno, as he does not want to associate his clothing with it. Going left and right from the tables and making his way out of it in due haste. Reminds him of the time he once made love to a Nymph and being married one for a time. It was Hell. Nothing like the Underworld compared to what he has gone through, making him a bigger man than before as he withstood the annals of marriage.

[EXIT]

((Where do I even begin?

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As she was raising her helmet to fit upon her head, it seemed her physical movement stopped for a second or two

Since when do you get to manipulate my powers?

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It was simple the first signal was the one that controlled her arms, that was manipulated such as to make the arms pause the timing did not matter but the signal told the arms to stay in place for over a minute

Yeaaaahhhhh I dont see where your power is that you can cut the time down by 30 times. Bit more than even a S rank ability.

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It did not take Alethia long to respond, and just before the flames engulfed her entire body she disappeared in a burst of light, appearing in the air above the building

How can you respond with a stopped heart in the first place?

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One such impulse told her heart to beat, that one was cut off, severed, shut off.

The second impulse I manipulated was the one that told your heart to beat, yes your brain tells your heart to beat.

Golly gee so that means you don't get to teleport which by the way was never trained or purchased, and by the way would be unapproved now anyways as it breaks a rule. The warning was set up about thirty minuets before you post so you can't really claim any sort of ignorance to that one.

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Now she knew the masked man both had some sort of mind control as well as her same ability to teleport

Uh what? I appeared behind you and touched you, not only would you not register the touch until after you teleported(which you never did) but you never saw me. So how do you magically know it's me and what my powers are?

Simple
YOU DON'T

So youre just metagaming your posts like hell.

Needless to say I'm gonna have to go with Pyrrhus' post here.

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As she was raising her helmet to fit upon her head, it seemed her physical movement stopped for a second or two before an enormous heat blasted over her hand in helmet in front of her face

So your heart stops and you get melted, pretty simple))

Oh god was it disgusting the view he was witness to, but that was nowehere near the smell of the act. Ugh it's very scent almost forced Hiim to upload his snack he had just finished swallowing on the back of Pyrrhus luckily he withheld that feeling. He hated the heat, it made him uncomfortable especially the symbiote more so than Ray. Man was that pathetic, it was extremely simple, maybe it was not a fault by their attacker but simply the combined might that was held within Hiim and Pyrrhus. Ray however thought it was a combination of both, that made the most sense to him.

As Pyrrhus made his announcement the symbiote's jaw almost dropped. That was a god? No way, that could not have been a god, it was more akin to a bug how easily it was squished. It took the duo less than a minuet to do the deed, the fight was over before it began. Before he cleared his throat Hiim would whisper "There was no way that thing was a god."

At the declaration of leaving Hiim said "Yeah I'll catch up with you, I'm gonna let these things cool down, the symbiote refuses to get close to the heat. Besides I hate this god-awful smell, it's like her sins released when she died" it was Ray who spoke this and as such the symbiotic hiss was not present in that statement. Ray was also reminded then that most people shat themselves after they died, he doubted the golden bitch had had the time to evacuate her bowels. Teleporting those items one at a time remotely, Hiim would wonder how the mayor of Chicago appreciated the object that now were in his office, the shield and the helmet.

With that he followed Pyrrhus out of the now destroyed building.

-Exit-

OOC: I misunderstood the ability, and therefore Alethia is dead...For now.

IC: Alethia's pile of ooze bubbled.