"Really?" Scott looked at Griffith in disbelief. "The prize money is seriously going to go to an orphanage? That's so... over done! They really couldn't think up a better motivation?" It seemed the last part was more the Canadian talking to himself than anyone else. He snapped out of it a moment later, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he shrugged. "I know. They'll probably be devastated but I'm not looking for a relationship, you know. Too many hot chicks around. I mean, I've already gotten to know that succubus pretty well." He frowned briefly, glancing. "I wonder where she is. This would totally be her thing."
The frowned then turned towards Tucker and the Fox Kid, mixed with a touch of confusion. " Why the hell would we do that? There can only be one winner, and it'd be stupid to judge for stuff like that." He rolled his eyes, looking truly exasperated. "I don't think you all get how contests work, especially bikini contests. Seriously, you guys are pretty slow. Anyway, the yoga girl should totally win. I mean, the others were really hot, and I swear I saw the cat-girl's nipple, but did you see how tight her swimsuit got when she bent over?"
edited 25th Jul '17 5:26:33 AM by Alleydodger
Lizard Metabolism
Griffith Is Weary Of Your Shit, Scott
"Beauty is secondary to me. I consider it an extra, for creatures that are just beautiful tend to be shallow and fake." It made them easier to manipulate, but that wasn't the topic of the discussion. "It's pleasant to look at a gorgeous woman, no doubt, but I am more interested in her credentials, if you will. Which is why I think Jack-O should be the winner, since her physical prowess is nothing short of mesmerizing."
"In any case, Sir Gremlin, we would have little use of the money anyway, so we might as well give it to someone in need." He smiled thinly; a smile that took some self-control to be summoned. "A consolation prize should be in order however. It is all in good faith for most of the contestants, there is no reason not to appreciate them."
Max, Phew
It looked like the performance of Las Divinas was the last one in the pageant. "I suppose that's that. Who do you think is going to win?" He asked the question to the rest of the onlookers. There was definitely some commotion going on among the jurors, though from what he could see it was just Scott being Scott.
How do lizards fly?
Tessa - The Contest
While waiting for the performances and judging to finish, Tessa sat down across from Jack-O' to try mimicking her yoga moves."I can touch my toes!" she said excitedly, leaning forward to demonstrate her mastery of such a complex technique.
Agnes - Not in the Contest
"If the judges do not rule in Ragna's favor, then they are fools," Agnes replied to Max. "The other performers lacked her raw ability. Swords and lances are impractical weapons, self-immolation is a useful skill but their performance seemed false, the goat sang well but it's not my style, and the rest of the contestants were all rather... lacking."
"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a hand for all our lovely ladies and their talented acts!" Felipe appeared on the stage once more, his jovial face looking cherubic in the spotlight as he gave a clap that started a sea of applause from the audience, along with a few more inappropriate catcalls and wolf whistles due to all the risque actions performed. "And now, with the votes compiled by our dear judges we will list the top five acts starting from cinco and ending with NUMERO UNO"! Raising his hand toward the TV screen, Felipe then held out five fingers to signify fifth place.
"Number 5! The lithe blue lady who showed us the archaic art of the parade drill! LUCINA! It was a toss up between her and the pale skinned duet, but she was more family friendly so she slid by!" The lapin-morph's blushing face from earlier flashed on the screen.
"Number 4! The even more blue lady whose water shows did the exact opposite of dousing the spirit! LAPIS!" A more steady and calm face replaced Lucina, showing off the Gem's on the silver screen.
"Number 3!" The intrepid acrobat that's out of this world! Samus Aran!" The bounty hunter's mugshot would show up, showing off pale skin and blue veins that somehow seemed to elicit an exotic beauty rather than any disfigurement.
"Number 2! The living embodiment of Fruit Ninja! Elesis!" A sopping wet and disheveled close-up of Elesis was shown, definitely evoking some feelings in the crowd that was more than chaste respect.
"And last but not least! The winner of the swimsuit contest herself! Rising above all others! We have..." A pause for dramatic effect as the microphone wielding fat man waved his arm, beckoning for the crowd to ask who was the winner. "JACK-O! BRAINS AND BEAUTY ALL IN ONE!" The contortionist's image appeared along with a stylized trophy emblem, showing off a few of more risque poses that raised the catcalls once more.
"And as was the agreement made with the winner, the cash prize would be generously donated to the local orphanage to prevent it from closing down its doors! You did good!" Flashing to a different perspective, the camera panned in on an ecstatic nun and a couple of small Mexican children who were energetically waving towards the camera with big smiles on their faces, many different "Gracias!" echoing about.
Waiting a few seconds for the excitement to calm down while fiddling with his fingers, Felipe simply gave another one of his smiles before looking up towards the moon which had by now almost covered the sun. "But wait, there's more! Ladies and gentlemen, the show is not over yet! If you would look upwards, you will see that the solar eclipse will be happening in about ten seconds! And when it does..." Giving yet another pause as the crowd glanced skywards like lemmings, the host of the show gestured outwards theatrically. His body flashing like a strobe light, a much darker rust color flashed into existence about his person, several inches thick and conforming to the general shape of his body in the appearance of what looked like an energy shield.
"Welcome to the end of the world." The last sliver of sun being eaten by the moon, the surrounding area would then become an eerie rust color before strong tremors began shaking in the vicinity, leading to various panicked shouts and unease in general. "You don't know how much effort it took into ensuring that enough sacrifices could be brought together on a certain day at a certain time... but humans are nothing if not predictable.A slave to their lusts if you will. Thank you all for serving as the key to opening the Boca del Infierno... or the Hellmouth if you will."
Voice tinged with quite a bit more malevolent intent than before, the still smiling Felipe simply began floating upwards as a large pit began forming near the edges of the audience before growing at an alarming rate. was akin to a giant antlion trap save much bigger
, growing with alarming intensity and swallowing dozens of shocked civilians into its maw before the rest began to try to rush away from the large hole in question. Large tentacles sprouted out from the depths, width as thick as those of palm trees as they waved lethargically about before ensnaring and dragging those who didn't fall into the pit but were close enough for them to grab before yanking the fearful lost sheep into its depths with bone snapping finality.
Those that were quick or lucky enough to be on the other side of the pit would found their way to be barricaded by a sparse line of humanoid individuals dressed in clothing that looked like they belonged on the homeless.
◊ Yet it was the warped and inhuman features that showed they were more than appeared.. as well as the sheer speed that they were capable of pulling off as they moved akin to leopards. Though there were only a couple dozen such beings about in comparison to the thousands of humans, they moved with enough monstrous power to reap anyone who was too close to them, a simple tackle caving in chests and blasting the carcasses tens of feet away while a casual swipe was enough to behead the unfortunate and terrified victims.
Grunting and growling with vicious glee, the bald and pale monsters continued their gleeful slaughter, herding the sea of humanity back towards the growing pit with a few of the beings even crunching human flesh and bones in their bloodied maw like a child would crunch on lollipops. It was in short, like the opening scenes of the apocalypse. "Ah, I see you all met the Turok-han. They are curious creatures, ancient vampires who could be compared to like neanderthals as opposed to modern day humans. They are the vampires that vampires fear. Still, they're not at their best yet since there's a bit of a disturbance... But there should be enough that enough will survive to achieve their full potential."
Gleefully monologuing while watching the slaughter, the floating portly Hispanic man turned to regard the Alternates with a twinkle in his eyes. "I don't suppose you people would like to hop into the Hellmouth of your own accord? The energy you all have would be more than enough to rip open the seal between dimensions... and that way, a lot less people would have to die?"
Idly floating to the left as what appeared to be a golden lance flew a scant few inches from impaling the man in question, Felipe simply gave a shit eating grin as a shaking Astolfo trembled from the sheer outrage of what he was seeing. "...Everyone..." Hoarsely looking rather sick by what he was seeing, the cheerful paladin's features morphed into that of an ice cold templar's as he regarded the hellish scene in question. "Let's crush everything."
Materializing a sword and shield, the boy dashed forward with his own inhuman speed to shield bash on of the Turok-hans upside the head before being countered by the proto-vampire's own monstrous power, sliding a dozen feet away and leaving twin furrows in the sandy ground. Though the shield was nearly indestructable and he had used it to ward off the blow in question, it was still enough to jar his Servant body and make the relatively weak Rider's arms tremble from taking that amount of force head on.
Ranma meanwhile was simply spewing a string of curses as she jumped around like a monkey, using herself as bait and bouncing around in and out of the probing grab attempts of the tentacles in question while shooting off kicks and punches back. Unfortunately for the martial artist in question, due to the things being so pliant and flexible, blunt force trauma wasn't really dealing much damage. Though wielding the Gekkaja would allow for a vast increase in effectiveness, she also needed her limbs unencumbered to be able to save as much civilians from falling into the hole as possible so she was simply stuck in a stalemate at the moment.
"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?! THIS IS SO MESSED UP!" A roar of rage emanated from the frustrated fighter as she continued to be put on the defensive, flashing forward every now and then to drag someone to safety before having to escape the eldritch tendrils assault.
edited 26th Jul '17 11:26:20 AM by Makaioh
Even in these times, Life goes on
Now THIS is a VACATION!—Among the Chaos
The Scotsman sat still for a moment, taking in the hellish chaos around him. He might even punch a stray Turok-han before it bit down on his head, he wasn't sure. Warrior instincts are like that. For one moment, his face held no expression. And then his eyes gleamed as the biggest shit-eating grin formed on his face, and he roared in joy. This was his idea of a vacation! And he was loving every bloomin' second of it now!
He drew his sword and shield and began hacking away at the Turoks, trying to carve as wide and bloody a path as he could to Astolfo to support him as he fought.
"Oi Lassie, save sum a' the scum fer meh!
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.
There was little to no hesitation on Lady's part as the evil rant started. Before he even finished his second sentence, she was lifting her pistol and firing, only to have the shots bump against some form of forcefield. After the third shot, she held fire until he was done. Then she looked at the demons before her, clearly highly unimpressed.
".....This is your mighty demon army that makes other demons quake in fear?" She asked, before lifting a pistol and shooting one in the head, killing it instantly. "Count me unimpressed. I kill demons like this in my sleep." She drew an SMG and started firing it, aiming that into the main group directly in front of her while she used her pistol to take headshots at any survivors.
"I'll deal with these guys, Max, Fran, go save those civilians!"
Velvet looked down at the girl with an annoyed expression on her face.
"Get off of me." She said as she pushed on Polly's head to physically remove her. It was at about this time that the eclipse happened, and Velvet's glare turned to the floating man on stage. She flicked her hand, and her gauntlet blade shot out. Without any warning, she took off at full speed, running directly at the man responsible for this. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she revealed her demonic arm as she leaped, attempting to clear the distance between the stage and him in a single leap and slash at him with her demonic arm to bring him to the ground.
Wait.
She poked her head out of the hole, just enough to see everything around her.
...This wasn't what she expected at all! It took a moment to realize there wasn't a single thing about this that suggested that Itzpapalotl was coming for her revenge! These were just...zombie-things and tentacles, not a single skeleton woman around. This wasn't even a real apocalypse!
As people started to fight valiantly against the horrific chaos that they'd been duped into supporting with a charity bikini contest of all things, Susan had to think this out for a moment. She was afraid of something very, very specific happening, and so far...absolutely none of that was happening. Part of her wanted to think it was all just worrying on her part, part of her saw this fighting and thought that she could still be killed...
...but a little voice, deep within her head, had something to say. "Is this how a god of the Mēxica would act, in defense of her homeland?"
...No. It wasn't.
Susan ducked into her hole, her horns disappearing into the void...and then she shot out of it, like a crimson spear! She launched herself claws-first into the Turok melee, screaming something between bloody murder and a warcry. Internally, she was all:
I AM XILONECHO! THE RED GNAWING, THE KNIFE-HANDED, BOUND TO THE SIDE OF UNFORGIVING SUMMERS! The heavens and hells of foreign lands have no place in Mexico, so away! Away! Crash against my blades like chaff, sunburnt and blowing in the hot wind! I am the end of flesh, the end of all mortal bodies, and you shall fall in line with the rest! Yea, the Gods of Tenochitlan are but one, but I carry their burden in protecting mankind upon my shoulders! The thousand lords of the world, all of them see my deeds, and they see them as good! Break! Break asunder! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH, FOUL—
and so forth, but she wasn't pumped up enough to actually start shouting that yet.
Before she could properly inform them about what a mistake they made, the world went to hell in a handbasket. Well, this wasn't what she expected, but it was what she was good at.
In one fluid motion, she pulled out both of her revolvers, and let Felipe have twelve examples of why he shouldn't pull this kind of shit when she was around.
edited 26th Jul '17 11:52:21 AM by wikkit
Vampire Hunter
Carmilla & Sypha, The Apocalypse
"Bullshit!" Carmilla said as she and Sypha began blasting the hoard of Turok-han with their magic... It being slight difficult since they were resilient to the dark magic Carmilla had and Sypha was summoning icicles to stab them through their somewhat durable chest.
"These Turok-han are moronic throwbacks compared to the elegance of vampires!" Carmilla stated, seemingly more offended of the comparison between Turok-han and vampires than of the fact that the apocalypse had started.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Agnes - Audience
"Finally, something that makes sense," Agnes said, kicking over the table she was seated at and spinning her hammer in her hands, lightning crackling on the surface. "It was all a demonic ruse, it explains their inability to judge.""DEMONS OF MEXICO, YOU ARE UNDONE!" she shouted as she charged forwards. "With the Hammer of Glory, we will prevail!"
Taking a running leap towards Astolfo and the Scotsman, she swung her hammer towards the ground. In a monstrous blow of steel and thunder, she sent a swathe of broken concrete ahead in order to clear out the threats on their right flank.
Tessa - Backstage
"Oh no!" Tessa said at the commotion, standing up from her highly advanced Yoga techniques. "I have to do something!"Lifting her hands into the air, she started to spin around very quickly while covered in a bright light.
Annoyed Mode: ON
"WHAT?!"
Each and every single one of Las Divinas yelled out simultaneously when the results of the contest were announced. One in particular started to throw a particularly silly tantrum by stomping her feet on the floor, while another simply fainted from the shock.
"Them?! Seriously?! What the hell?!" their voices could be heard complaining almost at the stage. For the following several seconds they did nothing but yell "They're not even that pretty! Or talented! That one is still covered in stuff! They cheated! They're old! Have you even looked at that one's skin?! You were supposed to vote for us, Scott! That one's a smurf!" and so on and so forth, to the point where none of them could actually tell what the other members of the clique were saying. However, this proved to be an unwise course of action, since they likewise failed to notice what was happening well until the screaming started. And by that point in time, there weren't many places left for them to run, leaving them cornered between the Turok-han and the Hellmouth, alongside many members of the audience.
Polly, who had been forcefully pushed off Velvet's arm, was in a somewhat similar predicament, but unlike Las Divinas, she was perfectly able to hold her own against the primitive vampires, thanks to the fact that she still had her musket at hand... and that she was far stronger physically. She kept firing it over and over again with deadly precision, and violently kicking the ones that got too close for comfort. Overall, she seemed to be doing fine, and had even managed to pick up a small following of people while she slowly made her way through the vampiric encirclement.
Elesis, however... not so much.
For a few moments she stood in place, frozen, watching the scene unfolding before her. It was so surreal; one moment she had been involved in a silly contest chopping down fruit, and the next there were demons everywhere and a gigantic mouth with tentacles erupting from the ground. Eventually, however, her shock was replaced with something else. The rage and the thirst for retribution started to grow fast within her, and her body started to overflow with dark energy, to the point where it was starting to form a visible aura around her.
"Brutal... CUTTER!"
The Crimson Avenger's blade was quickly coated with energy, and she darted towards the Turok-han with an intensity unlike any she had exhibited so far. The murderous intent was obvious in her actions, and even as she started to tear viciously through the supernatural creatures, it was clear that her attacks were fueled by something more than plain rage, or the desire to protect the audience.
And it was that mysterious driving force that pushed her deeper and deeper into her frenzy, to the point where she was slowly starting to disregard her own safety.
someone
Blair, Backstage To Outside, And You Went And Hit One Of Her Beserk Buttons
She hadn't won. She hadn't even come in the top five. Blair's ears and tail drooped in disappointment. At least, however, the bitches hadn't even come close to winning, and an orphanage was getting some money that it probably needed.
But she would've liked to win.
She was broken out of her sad kitty trance by what happened next. Blair ran on stage, looking at the chaos ensuing. She looked out at the crowd, the panicking people and— There were children in that crowd. "Not. Okay." Blair jumped into the fight. "Pun-pumpkin-pumpkin~. Pumpkin Cannon!" The forceful pumpkin weaved through the crowd, taking the head off every Turok-han who had the unfortune to collide with it. Which was three, at this point. Blair grabbed the nearest child, and with a "Pun-pumpkin-pumpkin~ summoned a large pumpkin, and picked the child up and sent her floating, high above the zone of danger. "Don't. Touch. Children." Blair hissed, an inhuman sound, as she made her way to the edge of the pit, in a mix of exploding pumpkins and handy telekinesis. She found herself being grabbed by a tentacle, only to transform into her cat form and escape with ease. "Pum-pumpkin-pumpkin~" Blair said, and chairs lifted themselves up and began to throw themselves into the pit, in an attempt to clog it.
[TOP SECRET]
A dogged fellow, aren't we?
Lucina
Oh gods... not again...
As the joy of victory was so unexpectedly befouled, as she watched the hellmouth open up and swallow the innocent holiday-goers before her, there was a brief moment when Lucina could only stand and stare, eyes wide. It was like someone had reached into her nightmares and spread them out them for all to see, used them to twist this brief moment of peace into a reflection of the worst days of her life. For a second, she saw light not rust-red but sickly purple. An enormous winged shadow blotted out the sky. The ranks of the Risen stretched to the horizon...
The screams jolted her back to reality, and her expression hardened. No. Not again.
"Cut the civilians a path to safety!" The princess' voice rang out in a commanding shout, cutting through the clamour of battle and death as her comrades leapt into the fray. There was no time to once again lament the empty place at her hip. She had other weapons. The grim-faced woman dropped into a stance like a sprinter's start, one hand holding her up on splayed fingertips, the other reaching behind her back to fish her beaststone from her waist-wrap. Muscles tensed, hackles rose, and clawed fingers and toes dug into the planks of the stage as she reached for the power locked inside the dull grey stone.
Then, with something between a warcry and a growl, she sprung forward, leaping off the stage and into the air. The stone flashed with light, spreading in an instant to cover the princess' body, and by the time she hit the ground it was on all fours, powerful hind-legs propelling her forward again in a leap that placed her at Astolfo's flank, forming up around the paladin with the rest of the party.
A Turok-han charged, only to be met with a kick from those same legs that sent it flying backwards with a crunch. Not missing a beat, the taguel leapt forward again to shoulder-check another proto-vampire as it advanced on a gaggle of civilians. "Go! Go! We will hold them! Everyone else, get to safety!"
edited 26th Jul '17 7:02:53 PM by LittleMako
Lizard Metabolism
Max, Holy Fuck This Is Happening
For a moment nothing was wrong. Las Divinas were making a scene, people were cheering, nothing out of ordinary. Then, hell happened.
"...Jesus Christ..." For the first time today, Max was at a loss of words. The sudden change of scenery, the sheer scale of destruction and carnage... he wasn't sure where to begin processing the happenings. Thankfully, others were more accomodated to this kind of situation and leapt into action first. Both a blessing and a curse; if he were to save anyone, he would need more bodies than just the good doctor. "Tucker, Tali, can you send some message to any law enforcement around?. The police, the military, the boyscouts, whoever's on hand." He muttered through the comms. "We need as many people for saving the civies as we need for fighting." He noticed a few people trying to fight Felipe, but so far their efforts were in vain. No matter that.
"Susan, you-" Off she went in a rage. "Fuck's sake. Doctor, you're with me. Blair!" He shouted to the catgirl, his figure towering even in the midst of all this. "Forget the hole! Keep the pumpkins coming! As many as possible!" They were a handy way of saving people. One of the encroaching tentacles he simply sliced in two neat halves, then grabbed a charging Turok-han and crushed its head like a grape, throwing the body away before making his way to a stranded group of civilians. "Grab onto me if you want to live." Without further ado he was soon moving with a bunch of people hanging off him, seemingly unpeturbed by the increasing weight on his shoulders. "You've heard the rabbit lady, people!" He shouted to any stragglers still footslogging through the crowd. "Get your asses moving, on the double!"
Griffith, It's a Beautiful Carnage
On occasion, Griffith had vivid nightmares where the skies collapsed and flooded the world with blood; where creatures of worst imaginations assaulted him and the Band, forming into the wildest, most sickening shapes. These nightmares had one thing in common: all of them happened during the solar eclipse.
Compared to this, it felt almost tame in the imagery. Yes, there was bloodbath and carnage everywhere he looked, there was the higher power commanding it - even if it looked inappropriate as an overweight man in white - there were the sacrifices. His Behelit's eyes were wide open and taking in what it perceived to be the arrival of the Godhand, but Griffith didn't really pay attention to it now.
Instead, he flicked his wrist and in one swift motion took the head of the incoming Turok-han clean off. "Scott, go fight our host. I don't think they can manage to beat him without you." He said, his expression unchangable as he climbed on top of the jury's table. Really, he just wanted to get the gremlin out of the way.
Then, he bellowed. "Whoever is still in the backstage and not fighting, come over here at once to assist! All hands are needed if we want to stop this treachery with as few victims as possible!" He couldn't help but wonder if their handlers knew about all this prior to sending them here. Anyway, there were still a few people back there who could prove useful. "Miss Reimu, Tucker, Miss Fox, go assist with the civilians as well. Our friends in the crowd seem strapped for help." That was all he could do at the moment when it came down to commanding before he led by example, methodically slashing his way through the incoming demon hordes. Somehow, despite all the gore flying about, he remained immaculate in clothes and appearance both, with only his sabre a proof of his participation.
Eventually, he reached the unfortunate Las Divinas. It looked like they were unharmed, for the most part. "Carry any wounded you can. We're going out of this fair." Without stopping he felled another demon with a slash that seemed like it wasn't even there, if not for the slight forward step and the creature itself gushing out blood. He was slashing them a way out, and it was up to them for once in their lives to heed someone's order or deny it and perish.
How do lizards fly?
Calamity is a housewife
Jack-O' - Hell Itself
"Well, this isn't exactly how I saw this going."
Not winning, that she saw easily. Felipe apparently seeing the solar eclipse as an opportune time for human sacrifice? Yeah, that seemed a bit sudden.
Without any movement, Lantern materialized out of thin air and attached itself to her leg. With her trusty weapon at hand (er... foot), she jumped and bounced atop it, before it opened its maw and released a jet of fire, propelling itself off of the ground like a rocket, and with that, Jack-O' soared towards the crowds. Whilst in the air, she stuck her foot out, and the chain of Lantern extended, smashing itself into the head of one of the creatures; Turok-han was what they were called. She landed without a skip, placing herself between the civilians and the horde of acclaimed super-vampires.
As they charged, Jack simply got down to stand on her hands. Her foot stuck out again, swinging Lantern in an arc. The ball and chain was heavier than it would seem (most often bouncing in tandem with Jack's movements like a beach ball), and crushed the skulls of several Turok-han, cutting a swathe open in its army. Mid-swing, more converged, and at that, Lantern opened its maw once more.
One explosive blast later, and pieces of vampire lay strewn about the beach. For all of a second, a path had been cut through the horde.
"Now would be a good time to book it, ladies and gents!"
As the civilians hopefully did as they were told, Jack kicked out repeatedly, aiming for as many Turok-han heads as she could. While it wasn't the best send-off to a beach vacation, she felt she shouldn't complain. Getting to kick butt in a swimsuit was a new experience, for one.
It was at that thought that massive hole in the earth continued to grow, and great tentacles rose from the depths to pick at the fleeing crowds. Jack-O' swung with her legs again, and Lantern struck them. Not nearly hard enough. Against something without any clear bone structure or vital points, she really shouldn't have expected any less.
She had surmised that she could've really used a bladed weapon at that point, when a shing sounded. A tentacle had very suddenly been severed, and fell into the darkness from which it rose.
Ragna landed next to Jack-O', Blood-scythe in hand and covered in the tentacle's juices and bits of its flesh. As the rest converged in on her, the Reaper put both hands on her blade without missing a beat. The sound of whirring gears and clicking mechanisms were followed by the sword extending and turning on its side, the new opening unleashing a torrent of crimson energy. It wasn't called 'Blood-scythe' for nothing.
Her weapon properly transformed, Ragna needed only to swing once. The pulsing red sickle blade hummed like a wasp, flashed like a strobe light, and cut through the attacking tentacles like they were butter.
While choking the life out of a Turok-han with her chain, Jack offered Ragna a single clap.
"Came right on time, you did! A wicked nasty weapon like that oughta be able to do some serious damage, aye?"
"So you're the type that small talks in a crisis. Good to know."
"I'm just sayin', y'know? Keep doing what you're doing."
"Damn it all, I'd love to have my coat back for this... but fuck it. Let's do this thing."
And with that, the ladies got to work, Jack-O' crushing the skulls of the Turok-han and cutting open paths for the civilians to evacuate, and Ragna making sushi out of demonic hell tentacles on the other side.
edited 27th Jul '17 7:21:01 AM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Toriel - Fierce Immolatori Goat Hunts Turok-hans
She applauded to her friends winning the contest, even hugging Jack-O for placing first. Those children will be housed by a loving orphanage as opposed to whatever vapid items those wenches desire. But still, she did not hold a grudge against them, they gave their all in their performance too, even if it was a bit gaudy.
And then the eclipse happened, along with a giant hole consuming both landscape and person with greedy tentacles. She could not believe her eyes and ears as the host, formerly a jovial portly man, had became a sinister demon bent on ripping a hole in this world and theirs. Then, she looked at the slaughter agape. All this work had been a ploy, a fake. Yet, she balled her hands, flame being lit on each. She wasn't going to let a slaughter like this happen again. Not again, she thought as she walked to the fight, her once shocked expression turned to a calm wrath, Never again...
Then, a fireball had emerged from her hand and unto a back of a Turok-han, scorching it where it stands. Then, another. And another. The queen kept herself from hasty movements as she continued her fiery assault, her glare firmly placed onto whatever she wanted to burn, only shifting to the next.
Kira - Sheer Heartless Attack
The vigilante bomber had looked at the contest before him and thought about which hands would be suited for his next girlfriend and thought he could settle with one of the Divinas, assuming they were of appropriate age, that is. Yet, his "date" was cut short when the apocalypse started to take place. At first, he was shocked at the site, seeing it as akin to a horror movie, but he wasn't sure what one. Yet, he saw the carnage in front of him and thought that he might leave the natives of this world to die. Not his (or their as a matter of fact) problem, after all, they just have to get to the van and leave. Yet, he saw plenty of his fellow colleagues jump in to fight the Turok-han menace and sighed. This is going to be a long trip.
He took cover behind the nearest object and summoned a hand-sized vehicle in teal body, tank treads, and a skull at the front from his left hand. He mentally gave it orders to target only the so-called vampires as he places it in front of him. The vehicle had spoken to the Turok-hans, "Look over here. Look over here." as it approached them. As the bomb got close, it dug itself into the nearest enemy's stomach. Moments after, it detonated, obliterating the target and damaging any Turok-hans within an arm's reach. It will not be until thirty seconds later that the bomb would rearm and go for another.
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
Lapis was pleasantly surprised that her idea worked well enough to put her in fourth place, and unpleasantly unsurprised that their competitors went into a collective fit. Neither of which was as jarring or set her as on guard as the whole of the beach quite literally going to hell.
She sprung to action as the pit grew ever larger, taking to the air and extending a giant saltwater arm to attack the Turok-han horde, dragging a few of the so-called vampires away from a group of hapless civilians precariously close to the hellmouth and toward the sea, struggling to get out and some breaking free to kill another day. For a moment, there might be a path for a small handful of people to run away through before the demons filled it again.
It wouldn't be obvious to anyone on the ground due to her height in the air, but for a moment a look of confusion flickered on the gem's face, the kind of look one might give to a device that wasn't working right, but it was quickly gone and replaced by steely determination as the arm reached to try and grab Felipe. At the same time, she herself swooped down to grab a few civilians out of the way of an attacking tentacle.
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Fran, Audience
Oblivious to the current commotion, Fran had spent the last few minutes leaning back in her seat, snoring softly. She really hadn't meant to be so rude, but the operation she'd performed earlier in the day hat tired her somewhat, and the first few acts she'd seen simply hadn't interested her in the slightest. So naturally, she only ended up missing the more interesting ones. The sudden loud noises jolted her awake and she looked around wildly, applauding with enthusiasm at nothing in particular, hoping nobody had noticed.
"Zzzwrstfgl-uwhah? Uh, yay, congratulations, you won-"
However it swiftly dawned on her that their locale had changed suddenly and drastically, and at the sight of the new arrivals she backed away nervously.
"Ah, r-right, okay, that's not good th-that's not good at all-"
Well aware that she was probably the least qualified person present to fight these demons, Fran opted to flee alongside Max as he escorted civilians to safety, ducking under a flailing tentacle as she ran. Her first instinct was to assist the injured people, but that wasn't exactly easy in a panicked, moving crowd.
"Could anyone wounded please make your way towards me? If you can't walk, try to grab on to a pumpkin!"
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Blair, Hellmouth, Pussy Be Pissed
Blair heard a voice that she half-recognised from the kitchen telling her to stop with the chair plugging and focus on using the pumpkins to keep people away from the danger. "Aye-aye, Captain!" Blair retreated from the hole, using her cat form to quickly move between the fleeing people. Her cat ears flicked back and forth. There! A cry for a mother to come back for their child, a young boy from the sounds of it. Blair transformed and jumped, kicking away a Turok-Han from the distressed child. "What kind of mother runs away without her kid?" Blair said to herself, already knowing the answer. "Oh that's right. Maka's." Blair did not like Maka's mother. Though Spirit had cheated, at least he tried. To be a good father, to be there for his daughter. Kami had just left. Anyone nearby would notice that Blair was pounding the Turok-han savagely, not magic involved except the power of righteous fury.
Having gotten out some of her anger, Blair, with her customary "Pun-pumpkin pumpkin~" summoned a pumpkin, sat the child down on it, and sent it up, leaving it hanging in the air, out of danger. "Now to find someone else..." Blair listened, and went to find the next lot of evacuees, a pair of terrified twins who soon found themselves on the Pumpkin Safety Express. She kept doing this, aware that she was going to be exhausted once the adrenaline of battle wore off.
Until then, she had some children to save.
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Reimu - Judge, Jury and Executioner
Ah, so that's how it was going to go down. Well, it had been in the cards that something was not right, only in this case there had been a mixup between a tarot deck and swimsuit model collector's cards. And all of this demon nonsense was not really Reimu's favourite cardgame; she much preferred a simple game of poker or something you could sit down and have a nice drink to. But she'd play the hand she was dealt. After all, it said Incident Resolver on her business card.
Not really listening to Griffith's orders (she never was one to do what she was told anyway), Reimu reached into her bag and found Yin and Yang, the two Colt Single Action Army revolvers seemingly eager to see some action judging by how they caught the light of the fire and the explosions.
"Alright," she said, loading the twin revolvers and flicking the cylinders back in with an audible 'snap'. "Let's be heroes, I guess."
With that, Reimu threw herself into the crowd of vampires, guns blazing. Her aim was to get to the civilians and help Jack-O and Ragna cut a way out for them, but as it turned out, the fastest way there was through the vampires. So the Incident Resolver dodged through the crowd, slipping past the undead horde like a pickpocket in the rush time, and taking advantage of the situation as she could. Whenever she could get a clean headshot in or blast off a kneecap, Reimu was ruthless, and a trail of downed vampires could be observed behind her as she flew through.
Samus - Playtime's over
Logbook has been updated.
Subject "Felipe (Demon form)" has been added to logbook. Casting away his disguise, the subject appears to have the ability to summon various creatures. Unknown energy patterns detected; possibly magic in nature. Enemy is enveloped in a powerful forcefield. Observation is recommended.
Subject Boca del Infierno/Hellmouth has been added to logbook. Implied to be a portal to a hostile dimension, tentacles from beyond Apparently capable of draining the energy of its victims for an unknown purpose.
Subject Turok-han added to logbook. Descibed as "neanderthal vampires", it can be inferred that they are physically powerful and is capable of draining the victims of energy through sucking their blood.
Third place...all things considered, Samus was happy with that. The Phazon corruption was not pretty to look at, but it hadn't entirely robbed her of her looks. Oh, and now there were monsters. All in a day's work. In a second, Samus was fully suited up, weapon systems coming online and visors feeding in tactical information.
By the look of things, her teammates had the security of the civilians mostly covered, and some had moved to take care of the ringmaster. However, instinct told Samus to prioritize taking out the tentacles. Taking up position on the edge of the sand pit, Samus started firing off homing missiles towards the tentacles trying to grab civilians.
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Tucker - Regretting Some Life Choices; Somewhere In The Chaos
The universe hated him. It was the only explanation.
The Hellmouth was a whole combination of bad shit. Naturally, the whole "it's killing people" was bad, but it had also ruined a very entertaining bikini contest. And was forcing Tucker into combat.
Combat without his armour.
Combat without all those kickass superpowers the armour gave him.
Combat in flipflops.
Kicking those off, as he'd accept cut feet over death by tripping any day, Tucker grabbed his sling bag and started pulling things out of it.
"Haven't got a radio dude, it's back in the suit!" He shouted a reply to Max, as he pulled the two grenades from the bag, primed them, and tossed them over many heads and directly into the Hellmouth. "Without the suit I'm just a shitty fucking soldier!"
His rifle came out next, and he shouldered it before taking aillm.
"I" -BANG- "AM NOT" -BANG- "GETTING" -BANG- "CLOSE" -BANG- "TO UGLY VAMPIRES" -BANG BANG BANG- "HALF-NAKED!" -BANG-
It seemed that reply was aimed at Griffith, but Tucker wasn't going to let people die. Despite the speed of the vampires, his rifle fire was incredibly accurate, each round bypassing civilians with ease as it headed towards the head or chest of a Turok-han endangering a civilian (or in a few cases, some of his teammates).
"And if everyone could stop trying to kill the gloating cockbite and try killing the Land-Kraken, that would be really fucking nice right about now!" Tucker's rifle fell to the ground momentarily, as a tentacle came swooping in. He ducked under the first sweep, and by the time it came in for a second, Tucker had his sword in-hand and activated it with a KRRRSH.
Superheated ionized plasma came into contact with fleshy demon-tentacle.
The sword won.
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They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Tessa - Transformation Complete!
After spending a few moments transforming backstage into her combat mode, Tessa was finally ready. "Wait a minute," she said to whoever was still there. "If he was a demon.... The contest was rigged! That's why I didn't win!"Heart full of hope, and palladium, she took off towards the general area. Flying in, she saw that a certain demon hunter opening fire on a large approaching horde of the demons, while a giant pit of... something was opening up. She swooped in nearby, coming in for a landing.
"Need a lift?" she asked Lady with a salute.
Scott stared blankly at Griffith as the pretty boy spouted a whole lot of shit just to say that he was picking the yoga girl, Jack-O was her name it seemed, because of how good she was at yoga and how hot it was. "Well yeah. Why didn't you just say that you found her yoga really hot in the first place. Geeze. So many stupid words." Then he grinned, though it had a hard edge to it. "And my name is Scott Pilgrim. Sir Gremlin is a stupid attempt at mocking it. And uh, you're stupid as well because of it." It seemed the insult got away from the man at the end.
Embarrassed, the Canadian turned his attention towards the stage. He cheered slightly when Lucina flashed up on screen, though he was surprised she had even managed to get 5th. Guess the others liked swords man than he had expected. The reveal that Envy, apparently calling herself Elesis which was a stupid fake name, came second made him pout. His annoyance was quickly wiped away when the winner was announced, and he grinned at knowing he'd picked the winning girl.
So of course, just as the day was perfect, everything had to go wrong. Scott could only watch in shock and horror as a pit to hell opened up in the ground around the outside of the group of people, swallowing those that weren't fast enough to move. He glanced back towards the person responsible, glaring at Felipe as for the first time in a while two parts of himself aligned in intent. "As if, asshole! I thought you were cool, but this is like the exact opposite. And demons are stupid! I'm going to kick your ass!"
The Canadian stood suddenly, kicking the table over as he did so. A grin spread across his face, but it was one devoid entirely of humour or amusement. It held only savage excitement and anger. He watched as some of the group shot at the floating man ineffectively, and laughed. "See, this is why guns are stupid. This is going to be a proper fight!"
Scott didn't even really hear Griffith's comment, though it wouldn't have made a difference. The man shot off from standing, leaping inhumanly high into the air towards Felipe. Dark fire burst into sudden existence on his arms, covering up to his elbows in the flames. Down below, he spotted on of the 'vampires', currently in his path. For a brief moment he noted they looked a lot like those ugly ones from that American show. The one with the blonde girl that fought vampires. You know the one. Then he collided with it burning fist first to its face, driving it into the ground. He didn't stick around to see what effect his fire had on it, rolling to his feet and leaping the rest of the way towards his target.
He grinned widely at Felipe as he came level with the floating man, cupping his hands to his side. "I always wanted to be able to do this!" The flames on his arms swirled inwards as they gathered between his hands, compressing further and further into a swirling ball of darkness. He thrust his arms outwards suddenly, aimed at the man. "HADOKEN!"
The dark ball shot outwards from the Canadian's hands, quickly coalescing into a streaking black and purple fireball larger than a person's head; And oddly enough having a grinning face of its own as it tore across the distance.
Panting heavily from his place while bathed in the ashes of a beheaded Turok-han, Astolfo planted his blade into the sand as he staggered to continue standing, blearily looking at the approaching feral things with a grimness that was not usually seen on his face. Weakness and exhaustion was taking over, something that shouldn't have come so fast... even to a second-rate Servant like him. Due to not being as attentive as he should have been, it had came as a complete surprise that the bond linking him to Morrigan had been severed and that his Master could not be felt at all. A Servant without a Master was simply like a person missing their own arm, a feeling of emptiness welling up inside of the youth's chest.
The killing of the innocent and the portal to a hellish sub-dimension only served to aggravate the ire of the Christian figure, a blaze of white hot anger pouring out from within his chest. There was no joking, no making fun of the situation. Any and all levity was gone and in the place of the idealistic young lad was the bloodied warrior that had killed his way through swathes of enemy to survive, trampling upon a sea of blood and hills of corpses so as to continue living. He was the weakest of his group, but he was still a Paladin, the elite of elites. The sheer amount of foes he had seen dead was a testament to his capabilities.
Taking in a deep breath, the pink haired knight gave a smirk as feral as any of the Turok-hans that were circling him like a pack of hyenas, fervor of almost Berserker-like madness blazing in his eyes. The others had killed enough of the proto-vampires that the Servant could feel the energy from the liberated souls, the things doing their best to float towards the Hellmouth in question. Rider of Black simply stopped such a possibility by sucking them in towards his mouth, utilizing his capabilities as a Human Spirit to perform the wraith-like abilities. Human souls were something he absolutely refused to consume, even with Command Seals used. Demon ones... they were fair game.
Briefly flickering into visible view were small orbs of weak light, colored darkly and throbbing with primal power. Those were simply munched on like a child crushing a lollipop with their teeth, the flickering form of the Servant stabilizing once more into solidity. Blade flicking outwards, a horrified vampire head stared in shock at the Servant as the youth kicked the decapitated body part away from the headless body like a soccer ball, smashing it into another Turok-han's head to pulp it from existence and causing that similarly headless body to keel over.
Felipe's smiling face abruptly cramped up as he saw that action compounded with the various other beings having a much easier time with his forces of darkness than expected, his confidence wavering as he saw his grand ritual go off the rails. With an ugly expression, the fat man was about to say something before multiple people attempted to attack him from below. The bullets simply bounced off of the forcefield in question, but the water and demonic hands had more of an effect. There was mass that was tangibly interacting with his own frame, shield or not and he had to struggle to continue levitating from the combined assault.
Velvet's arm in particular was especially effective, sucking away at the energy surrounding the man in question that made the being panic. It was with sudden action that Felipe shot backwards, the last of the energy shield sucked inside of Velvet's demon arm but the man clad in it unharmed. "I see that I have underestimated you all... Very well, I shall simply do the smart thing and use my full power to crush such obstacles as yourself before you can derail even more of my ritual-" Whatever the long-winded Hispanic man of portly build was about to say was abruptly cut off as Scott bounced to his eye level and blasted off what appeared to be a Street Fighter technique into his face.
When the light cleared, what remained was a rather angry looking skull with ghost fire blazing wildly in its sockets, the bones as an ancient yellow rather than the white of a freshly deceased. The layers of skin, meat, and flesh began to rip and tear from the neck down, revealing a six feet tall skeleton whose bones seemed to be substantially thicker and more armored than normal even as the eyeballs of the human dead ripped themselves out of their sockets to float around the being like a sort of macabre orbital ring. "I liked that flesh suit, mortal." Speaking in a much lower-pitched and inhuman timbre that all but rasped the very air itself, the being who had masqueraded as 'Felipe' would then go onto fly forward in a burst of sudden movement and headbutt Scott so hard that he would smash back down towards the earth.
With a gesture that looked like it was beckoning to something, two objects would then flash into existence in the skeletal demon's hands. One looked like an overly large paddle with the sides being embedded via what looked like giant serrated teeth. The other object was a shield that circular wooden shield that held a monstrous looking demonic head design on its surface, one whose face was actually moving and roaring silently at the Alternates. With leering deliberateness, the skeleton rocketed towards the alternate world daemon Velvet while wildly spinning like a circular saw, the sound of rattling bones echoing eerily in the night sky even as the blurring figure moved powerfully enough to slice the very air itself.
"Thanks fer the help!" Bellowing like a sieve from the exertion of pushing herself to her considerable limits to save as much people from being as eaten as possible, the redhead looked gratefully at the others who had come by to either spirit the civilians to safety or to actually harm the tentacles in question. With half of the tendrils now out of commission and no humans being shoved into the entrance to the sub-dimension, the rate of the geographical pit spreading noticeably slowed so that it was now going at only a few inches every few seconds opposed to the feet it had previously been moving at.
Whatever relief the martial artist thought she was going to find was simply toppled when a new rumbling sound emanated from the hellhole in question. With a sudden bang that would send countless amounts of sand falling down like rain, the thing the tentacles were attached to had appeared. Looking like a mixture of a squid wearing a conical snail's shell on its head with way too much teeth and tentacles, the newly arrived demon with the various stumps glared balefully at the Alternates in the nearby vicinity before stretching its limbs towards the corpses of the Turok-han in the nearby vicinity.
Those were dragged into the fanged maw where a horrific crunching sound emanated. The neon green bloodied stumps and holes in its too many to count limbs were now being mended at a terrific pace. With the being now able to actually see what had harmed it, the eldritch being supported itself via myriad muscular contraction before launching itself into the air, the great bulk of something the size of an eighteen wheeler somehow having a few seconds of hang-time fifty feet above the various being's heads... before plummeting down at a terrific speed.
"Holy shit, run!" Eyes snapping wide open at seeing the surreal scene, the martial artist did as her own advice and performed the Saotome Secret Technique while pelting off madly. Even someone as fast as her could only travel thirty feet before the thing smashed into the ground to send out a circular ring of force that picked up her body and flung her about like a rag doll, tumbling head over end for a goodly distance before skidding to a stop on a crouched all-fours position. Looking quite horrified at the sheer amount of people that had either been crushed by sheer mass or shredded by the shock wave and abrasive sand, a sickly greenish light began to surround the guilt-ridden fighter before growing in intensity while her eyes looked blankly on.
Meanwhile the Turok-hans that had managed to survive the initial purging seemed to be quite a bit more cautious than before, grouping up into small squads that circled the Alternates while trying to separate them from each other. Those that decided to attack would only do so when they had flanked the combatants from various angles and those that were fighting against people who were ranged attackers simply picked up the various human and fellow proto-vampire corpses to throw at the beings in a show of intimidation.
edited 28th Jul '17 12:54:59 AM by Makaioh
Velvet fell to the ground as the shield she had ended up grabbing depleted. Soon her target followed, his face now considerably less fleshy due to...whatever the hell that had been. Then he turned his attention to her, spinning in a way that made direct assaults from the front difficult. So this called for a different approach.
"You want hell?" She asked as she flexed her demonic arm and started backing up, her back rapidly approching a corner of the stage with walls behind her. "Then I'll give you a taste of what hell really is before I devour you!"
As he closed in and it seemed she was going to get cut into many pieces, Velvet jumped, flipping backward as her feet hit the wall. Vaulting off of that, she sent herself forward and over the head of the demonic man she now faced. Yelling at the top of her lungs, she swung her claw, aiming so that she attempted to get fingers in at least one of, if not both, of the former host's eyeholes, and yanked, more or less aiming to rip the demon's head clean off, or otherwise do as much damage as she could.
Lady glanced at Tessa as the horde thinned and she had a moment to do so, suddenly very confused.
"What the hell happened to-"
Then the giant thing the tentacles were attached to dropped in, literally, and Lady staggered for a second.
"Shit...." She glanced at Tessa, an idea forming as she put her normal guns away, and reached for her back, taking out her giant rocket launcher.
"Can you get me above that thing? I'm going to try to blow it back to hell, getting above it will make it harder for it to defend with the arms. And whatever you do. Don't. Drop. Me."
Of course, she'd survive being dropped, but it would still hurt a lot, not to mention the potential to be dropped into any number of unplesent things.
Anyway, her show of skill was fine, but...honestly, she just looked weird covered in juices like that. Any perceived sexuality was lost on our good kitsune friend. 60.7%.
The black haired woman was easily going for second place, not surprising anyone. Despite trying to learn some fancier things herself (like something she considered using as a talent, however briefly) The Fox wasn't one for trick shootin'. No, most of her experience came from actually shooting people. The short of it is, as soon as she was done copying down Tessa's notes, she'd be doing the same with Polly. 94%, easily.
Though it seemed a little bit hypocritical to her to judge someone based on appearance, The Fox noted that seeing a goat youkai in human underwear was slightly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, her singing was fine, even if the lyrical content was a little strange to her. 70.8743%, give or take a few millionths.
The curse of having to judge someone with a baseline of species was still weighing heavily on her shoulders, but The Fox could appreciate the artistic merit of someone using magic to conjure water and fly around. After putting so much effort into a performance like that, however, it seemed odd that she just acted like nothing happened after. 79.5%.
And lastly, these basic bitches, a phrase that our heroine would surely learn in the coming weeks. Now, coming on stage as an enitre group when you could seed the competition with six different chances to win was absolutely idiotic, and the dance wasn't worth her time or money. She didn't even pay to go here, she felt like dropping a couple coins straight into the hands of those orphans just so she could hope to forgive them for seein' such a lame performance. .6666 repeating out of 10, combining to an even 4/10 for the whole group.
Therefore, because there wasn't a single Daedalus who dared approach the sun that was the mathematical genius, Tessa took first place, with Polly and Lapis taking second and third, respectively. After taking in that many performances, The Fox leaned back in her chair.
"I hope you do," she remarked to Tucker as if her opinion mattered, "be a shame if someone who put effort in went home with nothin' compared to some big-breasted woman who did nothing at all."
Susan gave it two thumbs down.
"I wonder if they'll let us leave after this," she quietly said after it was done.
edited 22nd Jul '17 5:26:19 PM by wikkit