#six layers

[potter-solomons]

layer king.

[fieriframes]

[WITH GREEK OLIVE OIL. REALLY? I DON'T KNOW THAT I'VE DONE IT WITH GREEK OLIVE OIL. OKAY. OKAY, SO YOU GOT SIX LAYERS IN. YEP. NOW? NOW I'M GONNA PUT MY FILLING IN, RIGHT ON TOP. POUR IT IN? HOW MUCH? YEP. ALL OF IT.]

[captainkurosolaire]

Budokai 3: Thunder Fists

(C.F) Glacier Spear - ♫The Box♫

The Fifth Layer was etched in the Hell of Lightning's domain. This pit would be turned into a damnation for the vandals, slumlords, and warmongers. Gift boxes were thrown into the midst on both sides towards each competitor. Another crucial trial weapon added to the mix to inflict anguish. The wounds already they coveted weren’t ever numbing; the fatigue in their bones felt to the highest degree as if they were strapped with additional weights. Flood of water drew up past their ankles and continued to build up to their knees. As they opened up the lid of their gift they were greeted with barbed electrical wires to strap to their fists a whole next level to Rhalgr’s fist.

They gradually stumbled and used the leverage of the walls with their maimed bodies to attempt to even stand, limp and wobbling with shaky and damage running rampant they already felt needles in their spines. An almost ceremoniously return to form as they once again crossed each other like how they began this battle. There was no denying in the twinkle of their eyes and well eye in the case of Sinbad. An amount of mutual respect was given. Captain with a rasp throat cleared his voice box, “Ye know denizens of’ th’ land may be onto something, they typically handle disputes with dance-offs, or knitting, or betting on some horses n’ steed races.” He gave a small jest with all the warpaint of crimson soaking down him in streaks. A shared moment of a chuckle was given as the burly deeply gave his own, “Yeah, aye. Well maybe in another life. But I hope you aren’t worrying about the fate of your beloved crewmates. They’ll make exceptional additions to my lead. I’m already tasting which three I'll pick. Definitely that feisty blonde haired first mate of yours.” He refocused on the intense wage. Men who were just fashioned fighters and only get as much as they give. The Seeker didn’t bite the bait but gave it one last, “Mate I’ve got a creaking door that could use yer labor as my cabin boy.” Each of them both thinking the same thing and punching each other square in the face at the same time. Both jolting to the voltages of their strike-force. Before they both grinned at each other and regrouped their standing postures and began swinging back and forth, back and forth, lobbing another, in unprotected facial shots, tearing and taking turns just busting open old wounds and reopening new ones. Deforming each other and pushing the barbaric standards. Trying their mightiest to one-up the other! Disregarding all the insignificant vanity and clamor to sport, they struck representing the mismanaged bastards. Ruthlessly they accepted to burn in hell and perish rather than being fraudulent to themselves anymore. The scrambling of their brains and as they inched closer to death, is only ever when the importance of things shine through the impact blow of their memories once living all being used as receipts that were carving the other. Each hooking a grip on each-others shoulders and just pelting one another with a vicious barrage of pent-up rage. Until both of them reeled backward both tripping on themselves. Deliriously barely conscious. Suddenly Sinbad went to decide a change of pace and cheaply kicked a low blow against the pirate to get that payback from previous. But out predicted, he met his foot harshly into something metallic that reflected only damage onto the bruiser. That sly blackguard pulled out a protective guard. With a lopsided grin, “Th’ heavenly gems always told me t’ wear protection, about time I invested.” He said cheeky before tossing the cup and following through by getting an uppercut and taking the lead by dropping the humongous giant crashing below. When it came to straight-up rumble bouts where both individuals are locked in and just throw until the other falters on their hind. There were few instances where the Captain of Gold didn’t get an advantage on it. The final bell rang the toll. Only one last trip to hell left.  

[captainkurosolaire]

Budokai 3: Deep Down Under

(C.F) In Cinder, SInners -  ♫Dark Storms♫

The Second Layer of Hell dawned in Hell of Waters: Here drown deceivers, counterfeiters, mountebanks and false prophets. As pipe valves opened up in the pit letting trickles of rain droplets spill out. This match now held not only a time-limit, but a functional health standard. By the end of the Sixth Layer, participants must find some means to climb above and reach a finish line that crosses out. Where victory resides. But both opponents will still do everything in their means to prevent the other from making it an easy task. An almost last-man breathing setting now was in effect. With each additional wave of layers the water will rise in the pit with frequency of pour making this battle gradually become even more impossibly difficult. To swim with beaten and battered bodies all but impossible, there’s a reason this forbidden tribunal death-match was lost as nearly every bodied competitor died in the process.

Those who survived often were touted as the old pirate of reaching a pinnacle of a celestial and mystifying body forged by the hell’s and sins of their trials. Majority became lost and severely insane, stuck forevermore being a shell of their former or recovering as the price of being representations of pure evil. Little became champions of the disgraceful and opened the forbidden door of fiends and found their bodies and steps, able to forcefully enter a crack into and invade a heaven ever unintended to them. The seasoned pirate handled injuries far better and the pressure was daunting by his sheer experience as even with one hand unable to clench a fist entirely he still held a rumbling growl in his throat. With still some tack piercings in his flesh he discarded them and Sinbad violently stopped the recuperation of the Seeker quickly grabbing him by the back of his belt buckle and hair and rag doll tossing him onto the opposite side of the pit’s foundational wall. His muscular vascular soul-vessel flexing out with his unbridled strength. The Seeker clashed harshly again and attempted to lean and get himself standing back to his feet but already cornered another charging came. As a foot of the Highlander strangled against the throat in a pin briefly before clubbing the Miqo’te with a barrage of kidney punches and sharp forearms to the face and disorganized him. A uppercut hook dislodging some teeth before forcing them to be upchucked further from a devastating blow with a knee to the gut. A following chain with a doubling ax-handle sharply used to plummet the pirate into the remaining dry pavement. His wind knocked out his sight went like static. Every instinct was null and dull not even in control of his complete sense, his entire body reeked in anguish and agony. His skin held even more prude skin blisters and burns. Even though the Sun slightly clocked away from concentrating on the pit upon them the damage was done. The vicious brute now went to his own deplorable digging to bury instruments of musical pain. Uncovering a wonderful thick wooden club with dressed barbed wire furnished on top. He took some disgusting swings against the wind before returning to inflict carnage on his downed opponent who was struggling in recuperating to his feet and unable to even hear things from being hit so harshly in the noggin. He looked above and saw the mouths of his Crew looking disheartened and frightened and saw his Surgeon mouth off in a plea to ‘watch out’ and before it could even register his back felt the cool steel barb and the following viscous brunt of his back collapse into and violent retract to the soils he was getting very acquainted with. Flesh being torn asunder from a world quaking shot, heard as he recoiled with a loud grunt. A sadistic yet stern feature highlight encompassed the Highlander’s face already began feeling a relief accompany him. This brittle old man really wasn’t anything to fear. His crew showing sympathy and disgust, now that’s a sight he recalled as he in his short beginnings of being a pirate had earned himself a fancy title by being ruthless. He licked a bit of blood dripping from the Seeker from his wonderful weapon. Then drew a very fitting and nasty plot to humiliate and disgrace his former idol. Uncoiling the barbed wire from the blunt object. While the Seeker barely was showing consciousness his fingers were padding and tipping underneath the ground as his entire body was sunken on the soil. A mirage reminder of the port shores he often found himself on. Trauma resurfacing as he forgot how many times he had been washed to the foot of a shore always after a harrowing event. Pieces of him were scattered and castaway out there, how many already perceived him long but dead and they weren’t entirely wrong to count against him. His amber pupil glanced upward and saw his spiritual guide and butterfly once again on a pipe on the top where water was coming from and was still showing fight even though it got itself in this position by trying to fly down to him. Now it held an extra danger if that butterfly fell off that pipe and landed into the small pool below it’d drown… Another nagging message sent. He stammered and grit teeth metallic sanguine he was snacking on from an empty gum. As he began crawling pathetically like an insect worm. “Where are you goin?” He heard from a deep-low and murderous voice from behind that grabbed and yanked him by his faulty tail and approaching behind him with an arch and bend he took the barbed wire and draped it over his idol’s forehead and began giving him a bloody crown, how thoughtful. Zipping back and forth attempting to dissect right in-front of his entire Crew a massacre that’d be their only tattoo’s left of a leader too weak to make it. Sinbad leaned in and went to whisper, “You made me do this! Why ARE you such a disappoint-!” And as he did that and got uncomfortably close, with the back of his hand hidden in the sand, the Seeker countered with a breaking smash of a glass bottle of ale against the face. He retrieved it from his burial search. Sending him free and reeling back. The pirate tucked and rolled a few spaces before raising his legs high above the air and using all the momentum to spring himself into a dexterous standing. His head protruded with a wash of crimson but for him it brought him further as a reminder alive. “Will someone fetch that damn nuisance?” He pointed at the butterfly entirely with an unsettling nerve. He took his broken glass and mourned it with his facial features, “Shame.” Tucking his head before drinking the small contents left of fuel before it dried from the Thanalan’s unforgiving heat. Tossing it overhead once it was done he grabbed and picked up the barbed wire instrument that was used on him and now he returned the favor but this time he’d use them like a fishhook wire on the mouth of Sinbad and pulled back his knee digging into the sturdy back of the colossus but only briefly since two grips were difficult. His own agony screaming with his iris looking up. The Highlander searched to retreat but the pirate then wrapped and tangled a makeshift choker around his neck and his previous chokers as punishment for his apparel.   And then leapt on the back and quickly trampled over the choker to dig further into the flesh and smash the Highlander down into the soils for a turn of pace and rolled up his own coat over the Highlanders hand and shoulders getting him caught and disgracefully caught in his own wardrobe. A third bell started to chime which only meant the next Layer. The scarred Seeker spat out another tooth and gave a welcome to this chaos.

[captainkurosolaire]

Budokai 3: In Cinder, Sinners.

(C.F) Calm Before Storm -  ♫Anger Cage♫

As the First Layer of Hell Trials confronted them of a Hell of Fire; A dark pit to burn who wrongly judged their peers, tricked their customers, and those who gave and received douceurs. This foul pit outlined and kept them locked into the scorching heat the sun directly would inflict on their flesh, burning into their added anguish they so deserved. Silence came, the visage of the piss off giant gave away to a violent grin showing his control was intact and with a shake of his skull, mask-off. A burst of energy and induced rage like a freight train coming at high speeds he barraged through to attempt to use his entire muscular forearm and bicep to behead the Seeker if connected. Quick footing was necessary, barely a reaction his entire instincts were under the flame of warning messages. A promise of danger was lunging. He narrowly stepped back on his feet but the limited room and space of the pit was already a factor. Throwing his hat as an extra diversion to give a swat away with that other arm being busy. His skin melting and sweat already pulling against them in just the smallest movements and motions. His leg was still fractured and his movement was only done because of his numbness from a pill before it took additional weight and effort to move his limbs like they were normal and this was all an added risk of a worse injury. Hundred percent wasn’t his choice. The Miqo’te ducked the initial smash and hopped away.

But like trying to stay alive against a charging and stampeding bull. Against a beast who wanted to tackle and gore that crude talking cat and smash him into pieces. Another tackle blitz came forth with his whole body and shoulder being used. The Seeker countered with a tuck and baseball slide between the legs of his violent pursuer. To brace himself with the upcoming momentum to get behind his opponent and close in on the physical space. His callus hand cupped and softly scooped and cradled the sands of soil with a handful picked up. Giving enough time for his death machine to reach out and grab that feline vermin by his choker and raise him up in a hoisted show of power. “You’re dead!” Exclaimed with satisfaction of the bruiser. The rogue deployed his dirty trick of sand into the eyes and mouth when it opened up of the assailant and kicked and struggled to remove himself from the powerful grasp with a viscous flurry of kicks. Making a choke and he staggered slightly. A low blow connected to a vital spot on the giant that dropped his prize and accidentally slipped and unhatched the magnetic clasping collar. The Seeker barely had time to retrieve his breath. Falling back and burying his hands into the soils for the desperate first weapon of destruction that were scattered in burial all throughout this environment fit for sinners to be maimed. Retrieving a mysterious small pouch that pricked his fingers just squeezing. Never much room to breathe the only solace was the figure who was nearly two times his stature, providing him a shade from the sun’s viscous heat. A brutal penalty ball kick landed suddenly, kicking him directly in the gut and sending him barreling over in a tumble. Even though his opponent was shaking the effects and coughing out the last of the sand thrown, he was rampantly thrashing his feet around. Knocking the air and some blood from his lungs from the force. Giving away his position even further.

Sinbad’s eyes still irritated and blurry with the grains of soil but had a solid image he reached to grab his opponent by a clump of his long grown locks. Then another projectile was embedded and thrown suddenly with the pouch of thick, deep thumb tacks exploding out and coming out and puncturing his arm. Causing him to grunt in frustration and agony. The Seeker used this opportunity to suddenly shift from his seemingly cowardice defense to a sudden onslaught of offense. Kicking repeatedly his opponent in the shins to drop the towering figure down a knee. He flipped and rolled back with the added advantage of his tail. Then suddenly standing he now rushed to leap off that one elevated leg of the giant with a parkour to deliver a most momentum striking kick to break that iron jaw down his assailant's throat. But miscalculated and judged, his opponent was playing possum against just like previously with his irritation being quelled. He was more than a brainless hulking powerhouse. Blocking the foot prematurely, and using his arm that was oozing tiniest of blood that dried up from the sheer heat to tuck underneath the pirate’s thigh and lift him with a monstrous amount of strength up with a one armed over his shoulder in a devastating power-bomb. With this mount Seeker let out a fist of fury on the face directly to the Highlander but it was just endured. With the sheer toughness and his impacted damage arm he had to use not giving enough oomph. His nefarious Highlander opponent was going to fold him and drop haphazardly on the back of his skull and neck and put a quick paralyze to this chapter. Constraining him despite the desperate attempts to break out of the grip. The Seeker had one more last gnarly trick to evade, unleashing a spit of revealed thumb tacks that he had puncture his own mouth but some were carefully held to his tongue to dislodge at the Highlander’s unprotected face that caused him to launch and toss the Seeker off him. His body gave a whip lashing against the ground and fell on his least dominant hand and wrist with a majority of his body’s weight, smashing the previous wounded one from a fracture to being completely broken to hand that not even appendages could hide anymore and ate away the numbing agents. As he bellowed in a howlish curse. Sinbad got his attention being gifted these violent piercings, his eyelid even held open to brow ridge, from one of them. Fortunately it didn’t nick or get any vital spots. A bell rang in chime to signal the next ascension to hellacious layers to be added. As the smoldering scent of burned flesh and already peeling blisters that were opening up from their skins weren’t enough. Five trials remained left of them in this already deathly gauntlet.

[captainkurosolaire]

Budokai 3: Calm Before Storm

(C.F) Prompt 10 / Prompt 30 / Prompt 31 -  ♫Brick by Brick♫

Stationed tents were positioned and set up while the showdown was scheduled at high noon when the house of a blazing sun’s glory hit the hottest point but more importantly it’d focus and illuminate over a dark pit below the stadium for Six Layers. The crew rejoiced in delicacies and shade while their leading Captains prepared themselves for repentance. The Seeker injuries remained concurrent from his assault a fresh short sun’s ago. Not even a grimace or wince he’d afford to show. Truthfully he wasn’t a hundred percent but the stakes were pressed in, he couldn’t back out. Just like previously learned, that butterfly that reflected his spiritual journey didn’t quit even with a clipped wing. Once a lion now just a measly insect trying to survive a mountain bear alongside a whole fucking winter, figuratively. No chance – written on the pattern of his design to win this showdown. There was a record of authenticity when it came to major independent battles with no aid or help, the Captain of Goldbrand faltered at every stage. He hadn’t ever achieved anything by his name alone against those of his high seas. Hence why he was continuously unable to make a huge enough splash to impact anything. Constantly struggling mentally and physically with inadequacy because of the ignorance of his faults, and fears all those shortcomings that just by a mere glimpse outsider saw. Such irony is a man capable of seeing qualities of many and retrieving locations of timeless treasures and recovering them, yet unable to ever grasp himself. Always lacking. Missing something. Never once complete. While with the recent changes of his life and actual warm crew that were above witnessing and actually supporting him in this turmoil and his consistent effort to be just something, decent.

The question laid in this battle was it enough? Did he learn or was he a helpless case. Funny thing about every leader that spun a tongue there’s a measure of doubt, they often have to confront firstly with themself, were they in the right? Are they doing things for the good of their people? OR were they unnecessarily deserving of most of their regrets in their nightly sleeps that haunted them wrong. See, they can’t have a shed of that period. There’s a reason why order exists. Why his betterment fellows of the sea named scourges, held no heart in their thoughts, it can’t be used. And here this pirate was still with dreams, adorned with a sliver of passion. Rebellious belief he had to turn into someone precisely cordless and dull, deprived of their own sake of humanity. Another, greed for endless power. He did everything in his gallant might to evade a path that is trusted and works reliant. As every new confrontation with an advisory came, they were always unrelenting and spent no expense in correcting him and attempted to seize and immerse him under realism. Truth always will shine victorious. Either he’ll die unremarkable less and nameless, Or live in this sun upon a pillar as the best of them. The dastardly Seeker brazenly confronted and wanted to spew poison. Relieve some built up tension.“Rest assure you’ll get a helluva pounding by me, I just hope yer gal doesn’t get jealous.” Knowing full well he was waking up a sleeping demon. Sinbad methodically pulled his face-mask off to give a violent stare down. “I swear your undeniable ass is going to get handed!” A huff and puff exploded out in a shout from the lungs of the buff Highlander uncontrollably. Kuro took a cunning strike at the temperament of his opponent and studied how much he coddled his lover. They shared each other like an unbreakable item. Endanger in touching what’s held sacred, it’ll always garner a possessive response surefire. Psychologically getting in the head is a gambit though and a bluff diversion by the scoundrel who still was trying to hide his dressed wounds. Before this showdown underwent he was going to seed a first hit. “Aw, I appreciate the flattery and offer t’ handle my ass, but grab a ticket in-line. Sheesh though, I wasn’t so sure these pants were doin’ me justice, a charm t’ know.” With a visible cheeky snark.

Receiving a last irritation, “I will silence you permanently! I’ll break you until your back to the habits of injecting your arm, drinking at the bottom of the bottles, you’ll wish to escape hell and when you think you’ve climbed out, I’ll kick and shove you back down into your pit , where you belong!” Trembling in breathing from labored anger. It was shortly after hearing his own self, he recognized this pirate pest, in his coy play. He took an exhale and glanced at his maiden before finding control of his temper. The sun reached the destination match-set to scorch vile sinners in the pit perfectly looming, signaling the start to this hellacious showdown.

[captainkurosolaire]

Budokai 3: Glacier Spear

(C.F) Gale Razorblades - ♫Blood Upon The Snow♫

The Fourth Layer of Hell has arrived marked in Ice. Upon this pit piercing icicles plummet to the pit, here suffers cowards, deserters, and adulterers. A group of deployed Ishgardian mages in a round shape circled the pit looming above and began conjuring Halone’s wrath on below to both participants of the trials of hell. Now both were searching to survive and safeguard themselves from the onslaught. Kuro peeled back in a corner barely recuperating, quickly grabbed his boots and yanked them off his feet and put them over himself like gloves and began boxing the giant spears back. Using his tail to sway continuously in front of him and run against the outer wall. His feline swiftness held a slight advantage in this alongside the cold that was instantly felt on them. It gave their skin a welcoming kiss from the heat but it also put them in a thermal danger for their bodies weren’t meant to go from such explosive heat to such chilling cold.

Equal distribution of the conjuration was sent to both but Sinbad took to the challenge in his hulking state and stood standing like a terrifying towering menace in the center and just sought to block getting hit vitally. Captain Solaire saw a small margin of opening in this. Removing his boots and lightly hopping his feet back into them slightly. He focused on the magic users channeling and waited for their next summoning and sought to fetch two of them. Unanticipated the first one that came so fast he had to shift his neck before getting fully penetrated. But once got accustomed to the pace he flashed his challenging stare-down and seized the next one and used it rapidly to swat the secondary one coming on the other side of his body. He sent one of them barreling unsuspectingly into the aim of the back of the Highlander who was suddenly punctured deeply into his hip. Who hastily turned around and expected another to come, and was going to swat it, he was correct another thing was hurling at him but it was the Seeker’s footwear. Each of them swatted effortlessly. Looking with a judgemental, <Is that all…> Before his eyes opened up and another came seemingly from nowhere as the Seeker catapulted the other icicle from his tail. With barely any time and directly aimed towards the head and face of the Highlander. The young pirate drew a desperate palm up but didn’t block the full impact as it punctured through cleanly with a mean traveling force directly from palm to one and injecting into his eye causing him to scream in a trembling cry. Suddenly losing sight in one-sided peripheral vision. Any further he could’ve been lethally taken out there if didn’t absorb some impact velocity with his hand. As the Thaumaturges backed away the Sun began quickly heating up everything again and melting. Boulder circumference sized shoulders withdrew back and yanked the icicle out as he panted and gasped out. One of his arm’s was just impaled with a series of them causing it to go limp and unresponsive most likely nerves were somewhere damaged. Making them both one arm mainly only. That surely wasn’t a wound that’d be forgotten from this encounter. Kuro couldn’t afford any regrets of sympathy because if put an ounce in that he’d certainly die. Breathing with a rigidness both looking both weathered and sickly. His bare toes curled lightly into a deeper volume of water that built up to his feet. He began spiritedly and gingerly kicking his feet up in splashes and began building up his blood flow and pacing before sprinting to prevent a full recovery in the midst the Miqo’te brought and unhooked his belt buckle and quickly whipped it out from his waist to pelt and strike his advisory. And maneuvered himself on the newly blind-sight of his opponent using that to his advantage. Constantly the brute flailed around and was showing the signs of damage dealt and getting slower. While the home environment of water graced the Captain again. He suddenly shifted off his ankle to backpedal from leading directly into the arms of Sinbad who was thrashing around and instead took a detour and leapt up in a pounce, and wrapped up his belt and encompassed a hook of his legs around the waist and used his tail exceptional heritage balance as leverage. As Sinbad reached back with his arms, he quickly fastened and belt buckles harnessed his hands together. Then wrapped a mean grip and sleeper headlock on the mastodon man. Strangling and using his biceps like a vice pair resembling an anaconda against the throat to suffocate either to make him submit to unconsciousness or outright end this thing. Both of them use every flex and extra leverage of their muscles to try breaking the other’s restraints. The quickest sailor butterfly knot was used on that belt to clasp his hands as he struggled prying it off while also making a huge mistake and fighting against the chokehold, which brought him down faster. Brief fear registered into the Highlander who was going to fade out to this. His body was using all those mountains and valley of muscles spending so much energy but the coil seemed to only get deeper as Captain kept sharpening the hold. He took out a fellow Highlander assailant the same-way once before, this could be no different. Underestimation was always his preferred cup to be poured. They with all their vigorous and masculine might, upchucked grunts and gave against another with infernal growls and grumbling. The Seeker felt a buckle of the leg beneath him and was starting to feel victory. Repeatedly it kept showing in ilm seconds before rashly the bull charged himself into the wall to send Captain to regret clinging onto him. He wasn’t in need of this backpack. Backfirst forcing the pirate to stammer but not loosen the hold or give up the clasp not after the first, second or third. He kept locked on and administered even though he kept getting air knocked out of him. Trembling once more the giant was going to give his face nearly a shade of blue, but gave one last gambit and rushed himself and collapsed with all his body weight and force in a jumping leap directly into the back of the broken bottle of glass previously. That shattered further remaining glass to body and broke that insufferable stranglehold. Now defensively like a tumbleweed he began faltering back to regroup; he quickly overpowered the belt buckle with a snap and brought hands to his throat as he tried to retrieve his missing air. Stricken in a state of shock of his life flashing. Shrapnel of glass punctured the Miqo'te back in spikes like a porcupine. Hurting to bend his body upright when attempting to sit up straight as he used his tail to creatively try and remove the problems. Both men on the opposition of the walls as another fifth bell rang nearing the ending stretch. Their bodies were tortured behind thresholds they didn’t even know could be taken too. This small pool of water building up to them wasn’t clear; it was contested that shared blood spilled and the havoc of the hell’s aftermath.

[captainkurosolaire]

Young vs Old ~ Budokai 3 - Complete Master List

Prelude/Prologue 1. Parley of Oceans 2. Give Up Butterfly 3. Genesis Showdown 1. - Calm Before The Storm Showdown 2. - In Cinder, Sinners. Showdown 3. - Deep Down Under Showdown 4. - Gale Razorblades Showdown 5. - Glacier Spear Showdown 6. - Thunder Fists Showdown 7. - Bury or Surface