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[ioncandyknife]

Who: Dante [ sword_swords ] & Trish [ artificialdevil ] & Sephiroth [ recitifythis ] & Luki [ ioncandyknife ] & OPEN
What: Punching out Cthlulu.
Where: Docks!
When: Sometime after the monsters appear.

Comments

[undeify]

NAME: Cthulu
CLASS: 2nd
RANK: Commander
ELEMENT: Water
STRENGTH: Very High+++
AGILITY: Very Low-- (like Azmeth he's kind of STATIONARY, or at least a slow moving football field+ sized target)
DEXTERITY: High
MAGIC TYPE: Defense
DEFENSE: Very High
COURSE OF ACTION RECOMMENDED: HAHAHAHA. The only one that is fully immersed in his element and unobstructed, so while you'll be able to fight with him, taking him down will be difficult unless circumstances change. This one has a very vulnerable exterior, save for its tentacles (which are both very strong in their construction and very dangerous. Likes to crush things like peanut shells and pop out the equivalent of the inside). The problem is while he's cuttable, his healing abilities are at maximum and so regeneration/healing of wounds is damn near instantaneous. Maybe you could lure it out of the water.
HINT: Truthfully, your real ticket for killing this is in 4 hours.

CHANCE OF DEFEAT? Extremely Unlikely

[artificialdevil]

Devils needed their playgrounds, and Trish and Dante were no exception. Trish had been created for violence, yet she had never felt such a rampant hunger for it. She also couldn't remember a time when brutality had felt so intoxicating. Ever since the first thrust, they'd been riding the crest of a wave that showed no signs of breaking

[rectifythis]

Sephiroth was reaching a breaking point and there was no stopping it now. His blood was hot, burning to a boil, and the flames of adrenaline sent his pulse fluttering to crescendo with rib breaking urgency. It had become a battle of control, and he felt the quickening of his cells threatening to turn him into a different kind of monster, twisting the twisted into something that was potentially frightening. It shouldn’t have excited him, but it did. For all the forced stimulation over the weeks, this was the closest he had come to that sense of completion which could only be achieved by the sound of Jenova’s voice whispering quietly through his mind

[rectifythis]

GoAnd she did. It wasn’t until she turned to leave that he decided to take it from her. With a single pull, he unraveled the pink ribbon binding the prize, and he held it still, loosely wrapped around the same hand that held the ticket. It was no Black Materia, that was for sure, but it did grant him a certain level of security. … She wouldn’t be needing it. And he sent her on her way again after he’d taken it off her hands. The ribbon. It wasn’t entirely clear why he had kept the ribbon, but even that simple token could be put to some use. Tucking it safely away, he set upon pressing this foul folk materia into an empty weapon slot on his sword handle