OoC Dreamscape Lava Swamp PvP Suplex Hold! (Term)

In a newly formed area of the Dreamscape, there was a bizarre anomaly afoot. The area was a muggy swamp, with green murky water, and several trees spaced out on two sides, not evenly, but looking as if it were a path of some kind. There would be a shack of sorts at the end of this area of the swamp on dry land, looking like a standard shack. Big enough to hide in, and a balcony out so one could stand. It had a ladder hanging down to a boat that was tied to the ladder and remained in place. The fog was all around and would seem to obscure vision a bit, but not so much as to blind you. It was quiet, and only the sound of chirping could be heard, until something had bubbled in the swamp. The water had begun to turn orange and red, and began to flow in one direction. But the water itself had taken on new properties. It had become extremely hot, full of molten rock, and slowed down; for all intents and purposes, it had become lava, flowing from the shack. The fog was still there, as it would only get warmer, and the trees would turn black as night and crisp after immediately catching fire, though the shack and boat attached to it would be fine. In the lava however, several moderately sized platforms made of black rock, enough only to fit perhaps two (maybe three) people onto it. A total of three would be spaced about ten feet from one another, and the rock closest to the shack would be about fifteen feet, and they would not be moving despite the flow of lava, nor would the boat in said lava.

Cyril Vaan’s Shadow would open the door from the shack and look outside. He had no particular reason to be here. But he was bored, and thought it would make a nice place to change scenery a bit. A lava swamp; such a weird concept. “Much better. What an interesting area,” he said. Despite his words implying interest, he talked as though he did not care or was annoyed. He would transform into his True Self, the insect Pestilence, and glide down to the platform closest to the shack, before returning to normal. He probably could have jumped, but it paid to be careful; he knew that lesson at least. “Better to be safe than stupid,” he said, making a passive sigh, as he looked in the direction the lava was flowing.

A mass of darkness stood upon the shack with an outstretched palm faced upward towards the sky. Two golden orbs came from this silver haired male that seemed to be dressed like a student if Kizuna Academy, with the exception of a golden paper crown on his head. A black tarot card appeared in his hand and began to rotate that held the reverse form of the Emperor, and in those few moments he crushed the card and a black, shadow-like mass erupted behind him that took the form of a Samurai in pitch black armor and red glowing eyes. "Watashi wa taikutsu shite imasu.." The pale faced figure spoke in a rasped tone as the Reverse Persona vanished. His golden eyes turned towards the one who had left the very shack he was currently standing upon. A twisted smile came across the wannabe King's face, as he hunched over and summoned his black blade to hand in a pitch black aura. His twisted smile kept up as he pointed the end of his blade towards the other Shadow; his crown hanging off the side of his head and a stuttered laughter coming from his throat. The silver haired Shadow was obviously issuing a challenge to the other that stood on their rock currently surrounded by lava.

Turning to the shack after hearing a noise, he would see another Shadow appear. He looked like some wannabee king, with his crown, and his attempt at fear. What an image. Even through all of this, he seemed like the most boring guy Cyril has ever seen, and his true self was rather boring. Watching his Reverse Persona appear, as well as the end of his blade pointing out to him, Cyril took it as humerous, and gave an enjoyed laugh. “Alright fair enough. At least you are gonna do something less boring aside from speaking Japanese,” Cyril said. He did not bother to try and figure out what he said. He only cared about what he seemed to be. And what he was, was annoying. People acting tough to inflict fear, all they were was stupid, and stupidity was something Cyril could not afford to let go by without a smack or three.

Transforming into the insect Pestilence once more, the wings on his arms would extend, readying him for flight, but not before giving him a bit of a taste of what Cyril had in his arsenal. He would hiss loudly, sending out a green cloud of smoke towards the annoying silver Shadow, which would attempt to cause him to panic. Whether successful or not, he would take to the skies, flying above the rock platform to the right of the one right by the shack, and be about as high as the top of said shack. Cyril was quick, and rather reactive, so he would remain focused on the foe to check his next move.

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The Shadow waved his hand as the green mist showered over the area. It didn't seem too fazed by all of it, even though it put him under an ailment. His ability to call his Persona and use his Persona based skills were obsolete, but he was not the type to rely on the power of his Persona either way. The golden hues watched the other fly towards the side of the shack and the silver haired King stood took a few steps back towards the opposite side of the shack still with the smile on his face. In his hand was his blade, but another flash of light would reveal his black scabbard that would take its place in his right palm. "Ganbatte baaaka! Kehehe.." His twisted smile stayed on his face as a few low laughs escaped under his breath. Even without his Persona, he was highly capable when it came to defending himself. Though he lacked a plethora of human abilities that his counterpart had amassed, he didn't really need much to deal with others unless they were truly formidable. So this Shadow had three moves to force him into a corner. If he failed, the Shadow had no problem eliminating him where he stood. Where, flew, actually. So for now, he'd keep his blade at the ready while tapping a foot on a ground as if he were already bored of the jester that accepted his challenge.

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Watching the boring man simply walk back behind the shack, Cyril would let out another hiss. He would lower his flight slightly, and begin to fly straight to the open door of the shack. Seconds before, he would begin to twirl, and a burst of wind would appear around him as he went through the shack, and through the wall, making a rather large hole in the shack to strike at wherever the boring man might be. He was concealed through the shack, as well as lowering himself to the door's altitude, and his attack did hit a larger area than normal, which was not big, but enough to cover the space of the tiny shack. He would look like a thin green drill bursting through and striking. He would then cease his twirling, and turn to the bored man wherever he may be to keep watch on his. Cyril was now on the ground, with little obstruction around him save for the trees that almost made a road to the lava river.

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The silver haired Shadow watched the creature hover down past the rooftop of the shack and to the doorway. Then suddenly the sound of wind became apparent, and the "False King" readied his blade. Hearing the mess within the shack he currently stood on, he could get a good idea on where the opponent would be emerging. So as the back part of the shack was drilled through, the King used his own human skill to quick step off the rooftop and into the Shadow's blind spot. Combing this speed with his own reflexes and dexterity, the False King slashed the bug like Shadow through the back with his blade twice in an instant, taking the damage from the wind sure, but dishing out even more pain from the blade now piercing the husk of the overgrown insect. The False King would then kick off the insect's back, pushing it into the lava while landing back onto the island where the broken shack currently stood. "Oyasumi nasai.." The Shadow spoke with a sinister tone as he folded his head backwards and began to cackle out loud with a laugh while holding his scabbard and katana in a loose grip.

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