The results are in for Match 18. The winner is…
Eternal Consumption Engine, with a score of 69 to The Sweetwater Visitors’ 59!
| Category | Winner | Point Totals | Comments |
|---|---|---|---|
| Popularity | ECE | 27-13 | 12 votes total, with a decisive win for the ECE despite the mostly even strats! Popularity can be such a fickle mistress. |
| Quality | SWV | 21-23 | Reasoning |
| JoJolity | SWV | 21-23 | Reasoning |
This was an excellent match on both sides, with the wedding being most certainly ruined by them, but hey, at least there was a show! Judges gave the SWV slight leads in their categories, but the popularity swung hard for the ECE. Another win for democracy.
But if this battle got too hot and steamy, maybe you would like to cool off in the Tatras?
Now, without further ado....saddle up.
Scenario - Istanbul, Turkey, early morning:
Two figures sat in a room, one wreathed with light, the other shaded in darkness. The man in the light sat in front of a window, looking down at the city below from the hotel. He took a brush from his smock, the v-neck covering the even deeper valley of his striped shirt. He peered down, and carefully took a bit of paint from his easel, smearing it deliberately onto the canvas. As always, his hair was neatly tucked back, under his beret to keep it from interrupting his work.
The other figure, the one in the darkness. Covered in a woolen coat, hanging on his smaller frame. A large hat hung on his head, and the only truly visible part of him were his hands as he lounged on the bed, carefully turning the pages of a book. His hands were beautiful, nails polished. The room was quiet, the room filled with stacks of money, of gold, canvases and paintings stacked against the walls, with Dog Planet carefully folded up in a corner. Several phones, all brand new, were piled in a corner. A cornucopia of fruits and sweets rested on a table.
The shadowed figure smirked, tracing a finger down the passage. With a chuckle in his voice, he spoke.
“Tell me my retainer… have you ever read the ｢Art of War｣?” He said, voice light.
“...Non.” The painter responded, in a rote way as if he had been asked the question many times before. (He had.)
The shadowy figure chortled as the painter continued, brow scrunching as he made a few new strokes, face turning from contemplating and refined to annoyed. The shadowy figure closed the book with a snap. “It is said in it that among the five essentials of ‘victory’, number five… ‘He will win who has military capacity and is not interfered with by the sovereign.’ How wonderful, that I exist then!” The previously serene figure brought a hand to his head, tilting it back dramatically. The painter did not turn around, absorbed in his work.
“How wonderful, that I have been reincarnated at last! That I am the true ‘sovereign’, gifted ‘tribute’ to me, as well as the true heir of ‘military capacity’!” The figure laughed, voice cracking. He swung his legs off the bed, picking up a phone that had been given to him as tribute, upside down. “Yes! It is of course my ‘historical destiny’ to become the hegemon of this world! Truly, the greatest monarch, the greatest emperor!” He tossed the phone behind him, continuing to rant and rave about his own skill. His own genius. At some point, the shadowed figure switched to Chinese, then Turkish. He paced, posing grandiosely and expansively, knocking over a few piles of cash along the way, also stolen taken as tribute in military campaigns, as the painter got progressively red in the face.
The figure, finally, stepped out into the light, revealing… a slight, sickly looking youth, a dark grin on his face, washed out in the morning sun. Slightly greasy hair hung around his face, and with the end of his tirade, his voice cracked a few times.
“Yes! Truly! With the return of I-- Temujin-- Genghis Khan, Khagan, Khan of Khans, my own new ascendancy is truly within my grasp! Oh so close at hand!”
With a crash, the painter stood up, screaming furiously and breaking the canvas he was working on over his knee, throwing the pieces to the ground. The youth tilted his head quizzically. “...What is the meaning of this outburst, court painter?” After a moment, he smirked to himself, not perturbed at all. “No. Oscar.”
The painter turned on the youth, fury clear on his face. He bared his teeth, emotion clear in his eyes as he turned from the bustling scene below, throwing his paints and brushes aside in a rage. He opened his mouth, and took a deep breath in preparation, bowing his head before speaking.
“ALRIGHT BOSS! I’LL LET YOU FINISH... BUT I HAVE SOME THINGS TO SAY ABOUT HANDS!”
Niyaz steepled his fingers, leaning forward, appearing to listen intently to what Oscar had to say. Meanwhile, Oscar stepped on the canvas, grinding his foot against it and pummeling it into the ground, as he narrowed his eyes.
“Hands are the bane of my existence… The blasted things are too complex, too detailed; each one is different!”
Oscar holds up his hand and looks at it, before clenching it into a fist, punching a hole in the drywall.
“MERDE MERDE MERDE! THE CURVATURE OF THE FINGERS, THE LINES ON THE PALMS, THE KNUCKLES, THE LENGTH OF THE FINGERNAILS, THE POSITIONING OF THE FINGERS.” Oscar pulled his fist out of the drywall, leaning down and picking up a piece of the canvas he was painting on, and holding it out: it depicted a hand, but the fingers were far too long, and far too thin, certainly not realistic looking. Oscar crumpled it in his hand.
The youth merely nodded; despite Oscar’s outrage, which he had seen many times before, he reveled in his passion and dedication. This is why he had chosen him as his court painter, and his right-hand man. He dared not call him that though, lest he get Oscar going again.
He gave Oscar a moment to breathe, Oscar slumping down back in his chair, his hand bruised from his outburst, and his artwork ruined.
“Forgive me my, uh, my liege… I simply wish to achieve perfection. Everything else… I am masterful at everything else! It’s just… the hands…” Oscar’s demeanor seemed to switch on a dime; he swapped from unbridled rage to a deep, pitiful sulk, and buried his head in his hands. The youth smiled warmly, patting him on the back.
“Don’t worry Oscar… together, we can both achieve greatness beyond comprehension. I have faith in you, as you have faith in me. We are unbeatable.” Oscar took his head out of his hands, looking up at his boss’s face. He smiled back, sitting up in his chair. With that, there was a knock at the door, and a voice on the other side:
“Hotel staff! We got a noise complaint, is everything alright in here?”
The youth nodded, taking a pile of lira and flinging open the door dramatically to a worried looking valet. “Excellent timing, good servant.” He said in fluent Turkish, handing over the stack of cash. “My retainer and I require some tea to calm down. Black, sweetened well. Do have it delivered promptly.” The valet nodded dumbly as the youth shut the door in his face.
Oscar looked up from his shattered work, and sighed. “Alright boss, where are we going?” The youth nodded seriously, opening a map of the city and pointing to one of its defining landmarks. “We are going on our most ambitious campaign yet.”
Oscar nodded. “The, ah, bataille royale, no? The one announced to everyone?”
The youth nodded. “Indeed. We shall meet the chaff upon the field of battle, and like chaff they shall scatter.” He stood, opening the door to grab the tea, held by another rather confused valet, handing over more lira, and setting the teapot down.
“Let us discuss our approach. After all as the ‘Art of War’ states….”
“‘Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.’”
Istanbul, Sultanahmet Park, Noon
Electric Grapevine rumbled through the streets of Istanbul, glaring at a map and eating an oversized doner kebab. The ECE had seen it fit to displace a local abandoned factory a few miles out, but she was more than capable of making her way to the Tag. She swallowed the rest of the kebab, freeing up her hands to grapple another contestant who ambushed her from the shadows of an alleyway. He was nimble, yes, but she was much too big, much too strong to be taken down that easily.
With a grunt of effort, she hoisted the young man into the air, and, with a roar, threw him downwards before he could summon his Stand to retaliate. The man hit the ground with a choking sputter, gasping for breath through cracked ribs. But Grapevine walked onward; he was just another broken body in her wake.
The clue for this match - Nobody’s business but the Turks! - had been rather vague, but another contestant had figured it out....and accidentally announced it to @everyone in the Urban Uprising forums. With so many heading towards the Tag’s general location a 1v1 would be unfeasible, so the admins had come up with a hasty solution: a Battle Royal, last group standing would advance to the next Round.
Of course, the match became much more chaotic than anticipated. The increased risk of injury having dissuaded no one and countless players had arrived, looking to claim this trophy. It was this environment that the ECE custodian seemed well equipped to...clean up.
Grapevine spat the kabob wrapper onto the ground beside her unconscious opponent, wiping her mouth on her arm. She sniffed the air. Despite her efforts to keep the fight short, she had been found out. Although she could easily crush those who opposed her, surviving this gauntlet of a battlefield would be a test of stamina; it would be important to conserve her energy. And so, the behemoth marched on.
But, of course, ‘if it bleeds it leads.’
Although she had been rather reclusive amongst the YMCA, the forum post was worth definitely worth investigating. She was bound to see something newsworthy in Istanbul, and she would be the first on the scene, long before that Aesop Rock. Worst came to worst, a match like this would attract all kinds of contestants, making it a good opportunity to learn about the competition...
CLICK!
She snapped a photo of three contestants, all engaged in a heated battle. As soon as it printed out, Baba shook it, waiting for the polaroid to develop....drat. While the cacophony of Stand abilities made for quite the spectacle, none of it showed up on film. She frowned and peeked out from cover, taking a few more pictures with her DSLR. With her skill at this once in a lifetime event, she was bound to get a good picture sooner or later.
She kept to the sides, hiding from any enemies. She knew that, reasonably, she didn’t have the best direct combat ability, but with the perfect picture….She ducked behind a nearby bush, as the three swiftly dispatched themselves, in a brutal finale to this part of the story. She took a few more pictures, and moved onto the next scene. They would make a captivating addition to her blog.
CLICK!
As Baba scampered from hiding spot to hiding spot, she spotted a competitor narrowly defeat another. Unfortunately her camera was down, and she wasn’t able to take a picture of the victor, their back facing her. While she would have liked to ask for an interview, she didn’t trust them to be a good guest. Baba scampered further into the melee; the longer she dallied, the more she risked getting caught.
The pair worked through Istanbul, the edifice of the Hagia Sophia lording over them. Grapevine brutally, efficiently working her way through anyone who dared stand up to her. She was coated in blood, dripping it on herself. She knew the value of sending a message, and the Stand users around were weak. She spotted an abandoned food cart, lumbering over to it with a serious look on her face.
More kebabs. She was hungry. She tore a large chunk of flesh out of the hunk of meat, swallowing quickly and ravenously. Food. Good food. It would fuel her for the rest of the battle. She burped. She liked Istanbul. Good food. Easy fights. Good.
She scanned the near abandoned park, the battle slowly winding down. Chaff. There wasn’t any good fights it seemed. Whatever. All that was left to was to get the--
Crunch. Munch. Munch. Crunch. Munch. Munch.
Hmm.
Grapevine slowly turned to the kebab stand, looking at the spinning meat, a feeling of...not menace, but instead mere curiosity. Interest.
A small, black thing, with no features sans a gaping maw, furiously chomped into the doner meat. Its skin slimy and black. It was vaguely cat shaped, and notably didn’t respond to her at all. Despite Grapevine’s pokes, it continued to eat. She pulled it away, watching it immediately leap back to eating.
She nodded. So this was some sort of ‘enemy’, then. She had her Stand slice it apart, examining the gooey, tarry insides, continuing to macerate it before placing it in her mouth. She swished it in her mouth. The flesh tasted odd. Like swamp water. Good.
Grapevine swallowed.
Baba desperately shook the polaroid, sighing at the result. No good photos, whatsoever! She poked her head over the bush she was crouched behind, seeing almost nobody around. It seemed everyone else had taken each other out, sans a very clear exception.
A massive wall of a...woman(?), eating something from a food cart. Baba cringed, looking to a nearby fountain. The woman didn’t look injured, and with the blood coating her skin, she clearly wasn’t one to be trifled with. Baba could hope she was taken out, or otherwise that she didn’t have to face her.
Then the woman turned around, face smeared in some black sludge. She scanned the area, eyes zeroing in on Baba’s red hair. Baba ducked down, but heard the rumbling footsteps of the woman as she walked towards her location. Baba ducked away, running out into the open as black sludge hit where she was moments before.
Baba focused on the woman, noting her clear strength and the way she looked over the battlefield, examining both herself and the area around them in case of traps. For every step she took, Baba took a few back. She was...going to have to fight, wasn’t she? Baba gritted her teeth, a sky-blue aura surrounding her as a dark, earthy brown one surrounded the woman.
“You know. The history of ｢The Hagia Sophia｣ is rather interesting.”
Baba and the other woman slowly turned to face the source of the authoritative voice. though not quite away from each other. An air of tension, stretching to a breaking point, filled the air. The voice was...cold. Rather than yelling, it was clear, measured, and most of all, cold.
A boy, a dour looking teenager in old-style clothing stood, straight backed, with a larger, luxuriantly mustachioed man in ridiculous clothing stood behind him. The boy looked at the both of them with flat, focused eyes. “The ｢Ottoman Turks｣ took this city from the corpse of the Byzantine Empire in 1453 CE. This place, the ‘Hagia Sophia’, or in Turkish ‘Ayasofya’ used to be a Christian cathedral, ordered built by Justinian the First. The ‘Ottomans’ then rechristened it a mosque when they took the city, where it’s been to this day.”
He pointed a finger at them. “Don’t you see what I’m saying? Any emperor who ‘conquers’ gets to do with it as they like. Just like the ｢Ayasofya｣, I’ve been successful in my campaigns so far. Let me say this. I have truly ‘earned’ the Tags here.”
Baba swallowed, confused. “Wait, what are you even talking about!?” She said, completely lost. “Who even… who are you! Emperor, talking about the Hagia Sophia, what!?” The mustachioed man cringed in the background.
The boy sneered down at them, dropping his arm. “...So you do not recognize majesty then. Fine.” He turned behind him. “Retainer! Announce us!” The man coughed, and yelled across to them.
“Right, uh!” He started, put on the spot. “Representing La Horde Aurique, I am--” The man brought a hand to his moustache, then yelping in pain as he, instead of stylishly tearing off a fake one, pulled at his very real facial hair. The boy did not react whatsoever, waiting for his partner to recover. “Right! I’m, ah, Oscar K. Computer, and I work as the boss’s Court Painter, and this is. Uh.” The man said. The boy made a motion to continue.
“In your presence is His Imperial Majesty, Temujin, Genghis Khan, Khagan, Khan of Khans!”
Baba’s jaw dropped in complete and utter shock.
Grapevine was unmoved by the boy's declaration, unlike the little woman near her. She didn't know nor care what a ‘Khan’ was. All she cared about was two more threats to take down.
“The name of this reincarnation is Niyaz Jamilev, but yes! Genghis Khan!” The boy said, a wild, deranged look in his eyes before quieting back down to a calm, dead bearing. “I will win.” He stated with absolute surety, Grapevine seeing no hesitance or fear in his eyes.
“Give up.” He continued. “In my majesty, I shall be merciful. Surrender and give me your ‘tribute’. You will be defeated, but if you surrender I shall preserve your ‘dignity.’ Otherwise….”
Niyaz opened his coat, revealing what was inside it. Grapevine ground her teeth together, realizing, with a dripping feeling not unlike her Stand rolling over her, that they were not the chaff she had been dealing with so far. This was another ‘reaper.’
Inside Niyaz’ coat were Tags: cards, pins, baubles, a mixtape — Tags of all shapes and sizes. His detached sneer grew feral. “Sixty-seven. La Horde Aurique has utterly routed sixty-seven people. You shall be two more, if you fight. ”Grapevine blinked, and immediately summoned her Stand, oozing over her body. She didn't really know who these people were, but she was going to win. That's all there was to it.
“Don't care about no dig-ni-ty.” She growled, staring daggers at the threats. Niyaz nodded as if he expected it, summoning his own Stand, lionlike and regal, behind him. The gates set inside it seemed to flutter open and closed, something dark, dangerous stored inside.
“Boss! Remember our deal!” Oscar said, his own blobby, amorphous Stand behind him. Niyaz sighed. “Yes, my dear retainer. Their lives are not forfeit. Just these two left. Don't let your guard down.” The tension only increased, waves of freezing, black menace radiating off the duo.
“Hey! Big lady!” The small woman yelled, panicked. “There are two Tags!”
“I'm taking them.” Grapevine nodded. Baba hesitated, feeling the pressure of a do-or-die scenario. She knew that to stand a chance, even….
“H-how about we team up?” Baba quickly replied, scrambling for some reasoning to convince the behemoth. “There are two of them, and they're strong: you know that, I know that, they know that. If it’s a three-on-one, that one gal’s toast. I’d lose, you’d...probably lose, but if we team, we have a chance...that sound good?”
Niyaz looking in with interest, Grapevine blinking. As much as she wanted to crush everyone involved, she also was not stupid. She spat out a blob of tarry goo. She had better chances, and if that meant dealing with a whiny girl...so be it.
“Grapevine.” She said.
The other woman visibly relaxed. “Baba O’Riley. Now let’s take down this Ghengis Khannabe.”
Niyaz nodded. “So. You refuse to kneel. And instead stand united.” Oscar brought out a piece of paper. “Boss, let's get this done quick!” He yelled. “I got an idea for a painting to do of this once we're done!”
Niyaz smiled, a slash of deranged arrogance before settling back into flatness.
“｢Gates of Babylon｣.”
And the doors of his Stand opened, revealing the darkness within.
Location: Outside of the Ayasofya, in Sultanahmet Park. It is about noon, and warm. Grapevine (brown) and Baba (gold en bleu bébé) start 5m from each other, each 10m away from Niyaz (en l'or le plus brillant), and Oscar (aussi en or) 5m behind Niyaz. For reference, the fountain in the center of the map is 20 meters wide; the stage is about 220x220m.
All parties are in peak condition with no starting damage or any starting advantage. There are a few RETIRED Stand users spread out among the location, abandoned food stalls, and abandoned souvenir stands. All Stand users have cell phones. There is nobody else besides an inexplicably large amount of pigeons, like in all cities.
Goal: RETIRE Niyaz Jamilev. There is no alternate victory condition. Good luck.
Boss Information:
Name: Emperor Genghis Khan (Real name Niyaz Jamilev)
Age: 812 (16)
Occupation: Emperor (Fugitive), leader of La Horde Aurique
Appearance: Niyaz (Pictured on the right, art done by /u/Skelly-tan) is a thin, regal looking youth. He carries himself with dignity, and a sneer on his face. He is about 5’3", and 120 pounds. He wears a dark blue silk tunic with silver designs on the front of horizontal bars, a large coat with a fur ruff, woolen pants, leather shoes, a chip on his shoulder, and a simply magnificent furry hat. He is of Uzbek descent, with black eyes and black hair. He has a large variety of golden rings on his right hand. He wears a red silk sash around his waist with gold tassels hanging off.
Equipment: A copy of The Art of War in Chinese, a smartphone, various pens and pencils, a small notebook, three human teeth, a shred of red fabric with an ‘M’ on it a human hand, a bloody bull horn, a pocket telescope, a book of matches, a pocket flashlight, two stirrups, a lighter, and a pocket knife. They are stored in various pockets of his coat.
Strength: 1 (An Emperor especially doesn’t do damage! Their minions do it for them!)
Agility: 2 (An Emperor doesn’t move! Their minions do it for them!)
Endurance: 2 (An Emperor doesn’t get hit! Their minions do it for them!)
Riding: 4 (Niyaz is exceptional at riding things. Horses, cows, people - he can ride basically anything with or without a harness, and stay on with little trouble. After all, a proper Emperor needs a trusty steed! This is despite his awful strength and agility.)
Imperial Command: 5 (Niyaz has a voice that carries very well, can keep track of most things in their line of sight, and can give orders concisely. While this helps with controlling his Stand, there are limits. If they can’t see something, he is likely to simply recall minions away, and the minions must be given new orders before their old ones end. In either case, this is truly a Skill befitting an Emperor!)
Stand Name: ｢Gates of Babylon｣
Appearance: A menacing, heavily armored figure. It is gold with blue highlights, and its head is that of a stylized lion. It has decorative lapis eyes and teeth that serve no real purpose, and is covered in a sophisticated inlay of lapis and sapphire, creating beautiful patterns. Set inside its torso are two gates, modeled roughly after the real world Ishtar Gate in structure and appearance.
Power: S5 (Stand itself is D, small minions C, Medium B, Large A)
Speed: S5 (Stand is C, Small minions are at A, Medium B, Large C)
Range: S3 (Stand is D Range. Minions it creates go up to C Range, or 20m.)
Durability: C (Definitely not bad. Pretty far from bad. But kind of average.)
Precision: E (Niyaz has little direct control over what his minions do, and for them to do anything he must command them to do whatever he wishes. The minions, however, are more than capable in either close combat or at whatever they’re commanded to do. If commanded to intercept attacks with their arms, for example, they will be good at intercepting with them by virtue of solely focusing on it. Additionally, Niyaz may choose how he wishes a fusion to go, if he has the materials and the end goal in mind.)
Potential: A
Abyss: ｢Gates of Babylon｣ has a murky, swampy abyss inside its doors. It may expel this abyss by opening said doors. This abyss will form into a vague, monstrous simulacra of some animal of the Niyaz’ choosing. Note that the simulacra will have no real features of whatever animal they are based on besides vaguely their shape. They must be specifically granted the abilities to fly, use human hands, etc. Basic minions can move, strike, and eat, and little else more complex not related to that.. The expulsion is at up to C Power, enough to knock someone over, and can go up to 10m. It can create three sizes of monsters.
Small: C Power, A Speed, smaller than human size but only down to around housecat size. Small minions are used for tasks that don’t require much physical oomph or necessitate small sizes. Think utility.
Medium: B Power, B Speed, human to horse size. Medium minions are the all-rounders, and generally used for combat.
Large: A Power, C Speed, larger than Medium, but top out at adolescent elephant size, around 2.3m tall. Large minions are large enough to act as sufficient meat shields for Niyaz, and are absurdly strong. They are most used in close range, where he may more effectively command them.
The minions are completely automatic, and thus, have zero damage transference whatsoever. Destroying their heads is, as well, the most efficient way to destroy them. The Stand automatically forms abyss inside itself when summoned, and takes about 30 seconds to form enough for a small minion. It starts out with enough for 5 small minions. Its minions may consume organic matter to create more abyss inside the Stand, with 15 seconds of consumption meaning another minion will be made on top of the passive generation.
Command: ｢Gates of Babylon｣ may control the monsters it create, by Niyaz directly commanding them verbally. Without commands, the minions will be useless for anything. Once commanded, they will carry out their goal according to the directions. If Niyas gave bad directions, they may end up doing their goal inefficiently, and they will not react to anything beyond their goal unless commanded to otherwise. Because of this, Niyaz prefers keeping them within line of sight, so he can keep track of and command them if the situation changes.
Fusion: By holding an object with its hand and inserting into a minion, it may "fuse" them, giving them the properties of whatever it used. Wood for wood armor, batteries for making them electric, ice for ice abilities, a finger to give them human hands, a tooth to give them ability to speak, wings for flight, etc. Niyaz may not unfuse the minions from any items used. Additionally, he may fuse monsters of the same type together. Two Small make a medium, and two Medium make a Large. Larger minions cannot be un-fused into smaller types. Smaller amounts of material will give the minion weaker effects. A triple A will not give as much zap as a car battery, for example.
While the minions won’t do anything on their own, they can use any given traits and abilities competently. Parts will also generally scale to the minion and be consistent in manifestation; a large minion fused with a pair of human arms will have them scaled to itself and with gasoline be flammable throughout.
Stand Oddities: ｢Gates of Babylon｣ itself has no senses whatsoever. It also has no personality whatsoever, or any trace of one. It is completely under the control of Niyaz, an empty husk for him to use.
Fighting Style: Niyaz is a dangerous, ruthless fighter who sits back and commands his army. He likes to plan his victories well in advance, and to ruthlessly crush his enemies in one swoop. That said, while he is ruthless, he will also make at least a token effort to be nonlethal for Oscar’s sake.
Name: Oscar K. Computer
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Occupation: Court Painter for Niyaz Jamilev, Artist
Physical Description: Oscar K Computer (Pictured on the left, art done by /u/Skelly-Tan), despite his personality and demeanor, is surprisingly muscular. His body is clearly very well taken care of, and those muscles aren’t for show. He takes incredibly good care of himself, exercising regularly and eating a carefully cultivated diet to make his body as beautiful in order to use himself as a model in his paintings.
He’s 6’3” with white hair pulled up into a man bun/ponytail that resembles a paintbrush, the end of it gradually becoming red. His outfit consists of a splattered apron-like white smock with several pockets on the front, which also has a long flowing cape attached to the back. This smock has a deep v-neck, and covers a black and white striped tight long-sleeve shirt with an even deeper v-neck, going all the way down to the stomach. His clothes are littered with various loops that he holds his paintbrushes in. He has a very baggy pair of black Hammer Pants, and a relatively normal pair of black shoes. On his head he wears a beret with a hole cut in the top for his man bun to poke through, bangs also coming out from under the front of the beret and covering one of his eyes.
Finally, he has horrendously stereotypical facial hair, a long and curly mustache and a thin soul patch on his chin, completing the look with a pair of sunglasses he wears whenever he isn’t painting.
Equipment: 5 Prints of Art rolled up into poster tubes: Mona Lisa, Ein Landsknect mit Hund, Vertumnus, The Beatles “Abbey Road” Album Cover, and Dog Planet. Paintbrushes of various sizes, tubes of various paints stored in the pockets of his smock, smartphone, wallet. A fake moustache, that looks precisely like his actual one.
User Stats:
Strength: 4 (Oscar is very buff, working tirelessly to perfect his body to use himself as a model for his art)
Agility: 4 (Oscar is very agile, working tirelessly to perfect his body to use himself as a model for his art)
Endurance: 4 (Oscar is very tough, working tirelessly to perfect his body to use himself as a model for his art)
Painting: 4 (Oscar is a very impressive painter, he can paint incredibly lifelike portraits or even amazing stylized works, but with one caveat keeping him from true mastery - when drawing people, he cannot seem to draw hands well at all. No matter how hard he tries or how long he works, they always seem to come out oddly proportioned, mangled looking, etc. This is a big point of insecurity for him and reflects on his stand.)
Art History: 4 (Oscar has an almost photographic memory of historical works of art, and is uncannily adept with objects he pulls from paintings. E.g. if he picked up a regular sword, he would have no idea what to do with it or how to wield it. If he pulled a sword from a historical painting, he’d be quite skilled with it.)
Stand Name: ｢The King of Limbs｣
Stand Type: Long Range Humanoid(?)
Stand Appearance: ｢The King of Limbs｣ takes the appearance of a round-ish (comparable to the head of an octopus) blob of pale beige-yellowish goop around the size of Oscar's torso. The goop it is made out of is thick and paint like, constantly swirling around, dripping and glopping off of TKoL periodically, dissolving within seconds on the ground.
TKoL has a constant red aura of energy glowing around it, along with several (2-4) elongated arms with malformed and disfigured hands made out of a brighter, more concentrated version of this energy. TKoL has a pair of large ovular eyes on its “face”; it can see through these, as can Oscar, but they appear to just be static on the surface, not blinking or moving at all, simply staring forward with very large, also ovular, pupils.
Stand Ability: The King of Limbs can, simply put, take anything out of or put anything into any work of art. “Art” counts as any visual creative medium such as photography, paintings, video games, etc. Oscar can take pieces of things that are whole in paintings i.e. if there were a chair, he could specifically take out a chair leg, and he can take things out of things that would logically be there in real life, i.e. if there were a painting of an apple he’d be able to take out the seeds. Things taken out of paintings are identical to what their real life counterparts would be; an apple is an apple, you can bite into it and it tastes like one. The inside of paintings are fully explorable and are on a scale as large as needed to portray what is in the painting; if a painting has a road trailing off into the distance, the whole road is traversable up to the point where the painting ends. If several paintings are in a close vicinity in range, the paintings become traversable through swirling paint-like portals. Due to insecurities regarding his art, Oscar cannot use The King of Limbs on his own paintings.
Power: S-1 (While The King of Limbs has little power of its own, the limbs being quite frail and don’t pack much of a punch, the objects it takes out of paintings have their own power; i.e., a gun or a sword taken out of a painting would still be able to shoot or cut people. Objects taken out of art can interact with stands, as well (The power levels of which are considered on a case by case basis). Any supernatural powers such as omnipotence or godliness would not be extended to the real world; things with such powers only have those in the paintings. Despite its relative weakness, when dragging something into or pulling something out of a painting, no matter how heavy the object is or how much it resists, TKoL seems to possess unparalleled strength, and has little issue carrying anything as long as its from a painting (This only applies until it puts the object down, in which case it has the regular weight to TKoL); a caveat to this is that Oscar can only pull unwilling people into paintings if he catches them by surprise, so this ability would not work in combat.)
Speed: D (The King of Limbs is rather sluggish in its movements, but not absurdly so, its arm movements being more fluid than its general bodily movements.)
Range: B (While its main body stays close to Oscar, its limbs can reach up to 30 meters; objects taken out of paintings persist beyond this range.)
Durability: D (It isn't really the most durable Stand, about the same as a normal human. Its limbs can be damaged but they recreate near instantaneously if they’re destroyed or damaged beyond use.)
Precision: A (It can take even the tiniest details from art and realize them, and can make them function just how they did in the art. Additionally, the Stand has pinpoint accurate eyesight.)
Potential: A
Stand Oddities: As mentioned, its limbs respawn near instantaneously if they are destroyed.
Fighting Style: Oscar generally takes the back seat to Niyaz in combat. He is less used to fighting than his partner, and thus generally acts as support for the youth. He is more or less nonlethal, trying to focus on keeping Niyaz from doing anything drastic, though he is competent in close range.
| Team | Combatant | JoJolity |
|---|---|---|
| Eternal Consumption Engine | Electric Grapevine | “One cartload of the enemy's provisions is equivalent to twenty of one's own.” You like Istanbul, and these little gift shacks. Use the objects in the souvenir and food carts in your strategy! |
| YMCA: GIT GUD | Baba O'Riley | “The end and aim of spying in all its five varieties is knowledge of the enemy.” You haven’t got any good pictures so far, and you are absolutely not going home empty handed. Get as many unique pictures from as many different angles as possible! |
| La Horde Aurique | Niyaz Jamilev and Oscar K. Computer | “The consummate leader cultivates the moral law, and strictly adheres to method and discipline.” There’s nothing better than a good retainer, and of course, retainers like to be useful. Use as little from outside the paintings in Oscar’s inventory as possible! |
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Submitted March 09, 2019 at 03:00AM by CPU_Dragon https://ift.tt/2H8jksU
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