Even as Neo glided right past her, Suika kept looking straight into her eyes, looking like she was totally gonna punch her shit in if she kept moving forward. She started to emit a low, very non-threatening growl...
...which turned into a non-threatening whine once she moved past her. Suika gave the floor one to grow on as she stomped in the floorboards, but didn't bother trying to go any further with the fight. Of course, this girl was just so innocent, wasn't she?!
Suika wanted to vomit. Probably because she wasn't drunk enough.
She popped the cork and went to town as she tried to ignore Neo, and left for greener pastures.
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
Dresden, room where mildly homoerotic shenanigans involving soap and bubbles probably have happened, to the not-luchas
Close,", friendlyman smiled and shook his head, "but no cigar, good sir."
It would have been childish of me to punch my poor, abused duster in furious disappointment. So childish. Definitely not something any self respecting wizard would do.
Which is why my hand only twitched just a tiny amount.
"We're from UAA instead. We're not really into wrestling; these are superhero costumes."
"Stands for United Assassins Association, bub", BigBritchesMan put in, being considerably less friendly about it. "So what's with that coat? You some hobo-Punisher or what?"
I smirked at him. "Yep, you found me out chief, I'm the infamous hobo-Punisher, the anti hero who by night's cover goes around bringing punishment to everyone who's homeless, disenfranchised, or just husbands who are being forced to sleep in the doghouse by their wives. It's a tough job but someone's got to do it."
While my mouth ran on autopilot, I considered what exactly they had just said. Superhero assassins? That's a damn oxymoron if I've ever heard one. The first one seemed nice — if a little...well, robotic — and the second one was kind of an ass or someone who hated dusters. Overall, there just wasn't enough for me to be able to really place them. So I wasn't going to start firing insults, but I really had to clear out some of the elephants in the room. "I don't mean to be rude, but how does a superhero wind up falling in with a league of assassins? Aren't you supposed to protect your city or something like that?"
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Lizard Metabolism
Destroymen, On "Superheroing"
"Jesus Christ, you even think you're funny. That's kinda pitiful."
"We are not actual superheroes. Well, I suppose we could do that now with these extra enhancements." The polite one took the wheel, laughing good-naturedly. "The original Destroyman was an indie movie hero. It's a classic among movie connoisseurs in Santa Destroy, California. Perhaps you've heard of it?" He cleared his throat. "In any case, the original us just happened to be the actor for Destroyman, and one that got into the role with passion unseen in an average actor."
"It was shitty, but the pay was good." The rude one grumbled. "But we got to kill people who were dumb enough to come challenge us, so that's fun."
"Now that UAA had received financial backing we are more than ready to do that at double time, if you excuse me this funny little pun."
How do lizards fly?
Menardi - Sword vs Chain
Menardi grinned. Just what she'd hoped he would do. Launching the weighted end of the chain forward, she put a twist on it to make it wrap around his sword or arm. No matter if it hit or not, she channelled Venus to create a spectral Odyssey blade appear in her free left hand. If the chain managed to grab hold of Raiden's sword or arm, she would yank it to the side so that she could get an opening to plant the first Odyssey sword in him. If the chain didn't connect, however, it was up to the earth-elemental sword to guard against his enhanced katana.
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"Now entering the Nemesis House!"
"In a universe where almost everything wants to kill you or hates you enough to want you dead, she's one of the few who won't want you dead on general principles. Please welcome Auriel to the house!"
Prior to being brought in to the house, The newcomers would find themselves in a tiny cubicle, completely restrained by invisible forcefields, and forced to sit through hastily-edited footage of Liberty explaining
the situation, and making the introductions of everyone who hadn't left the house. The footage ended with a title card proclaiming the team they were on (Hero), before the viewing screen erupted into a bright white portal and automated pistons pushed them through.
Tira waved bye to the Destroymen as they wandered away, only to have her attention drawn by the newcomer.
Wow, your armor is really shiny! She observed. And so are your wings! But how are you keeping your face all in shadows like that with shiny armor like that on?
As Raiden finished slashing through the flames, his tactical visor snapped shut, concealing most of his face and causing a tactical overlay to appear. Said overlay quickly projected the course of the chain as she swung, and he had a split second to react to the incoming chain towards his sword. At the last moment, he suddenly dropped into a roll, closing the remaining distance in a swift forward roll before coming out of the roll, stopping on one knee as he swiftly slashed at Menardi's sword defenses. if she failed to attempt some form of counterattack, he would continue to press the attack as he got to his feet proper.
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Auriel In Da House
That was, without a doubt, quite a bit of information to take in. The feline used quite a few humorous expressions, though. Do not fear the Reaper indeed."Peace, creature. I mean you no harm," she said to the host as she entered the hallway, wrapping one end of her cord on Liberty's shoulders while floating above the floor on her wings. "You are trapped here as much as I am, it seems." The images she had seen when conjured to this plane had shown this cat-man being assaulted and beaten multiple times, but it would not do to take out her own frustrations on the poor wretch. It cost her almost nothing to offer him a moment of soothing and peace.
"Thank you, mortal," she said to Tira's compliment, her faceless void turning to look at the girl. What had the cat said? A member of the villain team, and a squire to a knight who attempted to destroy the world? The 'villain' part was a bit unpleasant, but there were more than a few angels who had wanted to destroy a world or two, so she would hold off on true judgment for now. As malicious as some of these people could possibly be, they were all in the same situation at the moment. "Though I do not conceal anything in shadows. You gaze upon the true face of an archangel, girl."
Tira blinked, clearly confused.
Your face is just some blank stuff in a hood? That's kinda weird. Oh well, there's a lot of weird people here, so you'll fit in just fine, Archy!
Tira smiled as the evil blade currently sitting on her shoulder suddenly had an eye spring open to glare at the newest member of the house, clearly paticularly annoyed at this member of the hero team.
Anyway, I'm Tira! I like to have fun, usually by killing and fighting people and making them bleed and stuff.
Tira tilted her head for a moment as Gloomy decided to comment internally. Idiot, stop being friendly with the fucking angel, she's just going to be all self righteous and try to kill you for your supposed sins, you're wasting your time unless you plan to kill her!
Hmmmm. The voice in my head is saying you're probably a boring angel who doesn't like fun. Is that true?
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Auriel - Hallway
"I mean no great disrespect to the voice in your head, but I believe it may not be as well-versed on matters of heavenly culture as it believes itself to be," Auriel replied to Tira. On one hand, none of the mortals on Sanctuary, save those who served the darkest covens and cults, would dare speak so informally to an angel as to even give them a nickname. But on the other, it was... new. That was not something that could be said about too many things."Fun.... You are young still, to seek pleasure only in bloodshed, meaning only in battle. A lifetime of such affairs grants a new appreciation for tranquility, and an understanding of one's soul. I prefer to enjoy the peace of my gardens and the company of the choir when I am not called to war."
She would have quirked a brow at the sword opening its eye, had she the requisite brow. "A strange weapon you carry," she inquired. "Not many humans carry swords with their own eyes."
Vampire Hunter
Chun-Li, Couch
"I see, Four," Chun-Li nodded to Four. "Ryuko does bring up an excellent point though... For all we know, you might just be trying to fool us with a heroic facade."
"But I don't think it means much while we are stuck in this place and not competing in a challenge," Chun-Li concluded to Four. "But it's likely why Teppei wouldn't trust you since we were in the middle of a challenge."
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Well, this was just great. I had finally reunited with my dear younger sister, gotten to know her new friends, and worked out what those damned Darius Ainsworth was about to do with the Holy Grail... only to find myself in a new place where the technology was so beyond my comprehension that just trying to read the underlying principles caused a mental backlash. Said trauma was probably why I wasn't able to let out a few good snarks and instead simply laid on the floor like a chump, brain trying to not contract even further into itself and cause a permanent cramp that would have disabled my sense of self... if the whole revive system they talked about wasn't total crock.
Stumbling into a place that didn't have all that much people so I could recuperate in piece, it was to my humored surprise that I found myself in the kitchen of all places. Shuttling around the space, I found that there were indeed ingredients that barely met standards stocked provisionally. This would do nicely, it'd give me a chance to while away my agitation in relative peace.
Taking out a rather substantial haunch of pork, particularly the whole spine with all the meaty bits still on, I materialized a particularly hefty Chinese cleaver and began hacking away at the bones. From that point on, it was simply a blur of familiar actions that put me if not at ease, then let my wound up state lower somewhat. Partitioned ribs that were rinsed in salt water and then dried somewhat with towels were then slathered with a freshly made sauce containing soya, butter, garlic, lemon, salt, pepper, hoison, honey, mirin, and various herbs before being wrapped in tinfoil and placed in the industrial oven.
From this point on, it was simply waiting for the meat to be properly permeated with the seasonings and develop the overall savoriness and toothsome texture that the particular section was known for. The rice cooker was merrily puffing away after the new year's crop of grains was washed thrice. "At least the idiots in charge won't let us starve to death." It was just the grumbling of a chained dog, but it was the difference between being wild in captivity and truly domesticated.
"Hmmmmm... the selection of alcohol in the modern day is truly like that of rainbow... nay, an entire field of crystals each giving off their own prismatic variants." Rather enjoying her stay in this so-called prison was one certain warlord of diminutive stature and width, her stylized military outfit marking her frame out from afar even as she sat at the bar and happily poured herself various bits and pieces from the liquid refreshments about.
"I've always heard how the Dutch and other westerners made their spirits but from their strange fruits but to see the sheer selection not be made out of rice, I am truly a lucky Demon King! Not as clear and smooth as sake, but the flavors sure are something else! And the fizz! How entertaining for the drinker! WAHAHAHAHA!~" Waving a bottle of something called Dom Perignon, the woman quite cheerfully drank it straight from the mouth of the vessel before giving out a loud "uwah!~" of happiness.
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Lizard Metabolism
Four, Sad Intoner
She looked down on her feet, trying to hide the fact that Chun-Li's words did, in fact, hurt her deeper than one would expect someone from a "villain" spot to. Even this woman, who was willing to talk to her, was wary of her.
It was all the fault of her accursed allies, these zealots and madmen who would live only to spill blood! "I suppose that is fair." She muttered after a while. "He had his eyes on the prize. I cannot blame him for that." And yet her choice of words did imply some resentment of the goblin boy.
"Then again, I suppose it was to be expected as long as we are in these teams, competing like rats racing for a piece of cheese their owner put in the middle of the maze." Four sighed, leaning back on the couch and staring at the ceiling.
How do lizards fly?
Vampire Hunter
Chun-Li, Couch
"Aw, don't be sad," Chun-Li looked sad herself at Four's sadness. Unfortunately for Ryuko, Four is tugging on one of Chun-Li's weaknesses, namely being a teenager who has been forced into working with villains. "We just need to get to know each other better."
"No one here has a clue about how it is on your world, so all we really have is your word that you shouldn't be on the Villain Team," Chun-Li explained to Four, hoping to help bring her mood up. "If it makes you feel better, I could get you something."
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Lizard Metabolism
Four, Yay Friendship(?)
The intoner notably perked up upon Chun-Li's words. "I would like that, yes." She smiled. "And... I suppose I understand. I wish somebody else would show up to confirm my words."
"But then again, I wouldn't like any of my sisters to be held captive here like myself." Four smiled wryly, then puffed out her chest a little. "I will shoulder the burden for my people so that they do not have to."
"Get me something?" Then she tilted her head at the martial artist's suggestion. "What do you mean, Dame Chun-Li?"
How do lizards fly?
So she was a sadist, but not batshit insane. He could work with that. Heck, he worked with Neo already. That was pretty much his partner to a tee. Roman nodded slightly, "I can understand that. The occasional proper fight can be enjoyable." At her question, he glanced briefly in his partner's direction and shrugged; Leaning back on the counter. "Neo and I? Well, I wouldn't call myself a villain. More of a... pragmatic businessman. Back in Vale, if it makes money I've probably got my hand in it to some degree or another. " The criminal smiled slightly. "As for Neo? She doesn't care about the money, much. She's in it for more visceral reasons, much like yourself. And watching my back, should it be needed." While the exact manner of their relationship was vague, it would be obvious to Juri that regardless of whatever it was he cared about Neo.
When Azula wandered in, Roman's lip shifted down slightly at the side; Obviously finding the child's presence some measure of an annoyance. A smirk spread across his face a moment later. "Oh? Well, I'm sure with a kid like you leading the way everything with go fine. Right?" He glanced at Juri with that same smirk.
Teppei huffed slightly as the ninja ruffled his hair, trying to fix it and get it out of his face once the man let go. But still, he couldn't help but beam widely at the words of encouragement and nod with a determined look. "I won't. There's too many people relying on me. Not just the people back home, but now whoever might suffer because of the bastards doing all this."
Genji's disappointment made the goblin-boy rub the back of his head. "Well, honestly you didn't miss much. I was too busy protecting the princess to really fight, except when I shot that vampire freak." He scowled heavily at the mention of Jan, the man being pretty everything the Iron Knight stood against. "And I can always just change here if you want to see."
Spidophile
Qui-Gon
Having been wandering around the house, taking in his environment and feeling the living Force course through nearly all inhabitants of it, Qui-Gon decided to finish his tour by nearing the goblin-boy that had heroically stood to defend the princess alone on the beach.
"I thank you, my new friend. Without your holding the line at the beach and protecting our ward, all would have been lost. I wish we could become better friends but I know so little about the people I am to fight beside. From whence do you originate?" Qui-Gon asked, while also preparing himself to see the goblin's display of power.
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There was one last means of self-fulfillment left to Suika: alcohol. And, moreover, as she heard a voice preaching its good news, perhaps she didn't have to use it alone...
Sliding up next to Nobunaga was a little girl, short, strangely dressed, and most importantly very horned. She held a purple gourd out to her. "If you're a real demon king, you'd know that we deal with Sake because it's the best. No other spirit can compare to a good dish of it, yeah?" She shook it in front of her face. Swish-swish. "You can deal with all that western garbage later. Take a drink and tell me your name, if you're really dumb enough to say that you're my leader."
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Tira nodded as Archy (Her new nickname for the angel) pointed out the weirdness of Soul Edge.
Yep! His name is Edgy, he eats souls!
At this point Tira decided she was thirsty.
Ok well I'm going to get a drink, so I'll see you later Archy!
With a wave, she walked away into the kitchen, only to overhear Noby and Suika.
Ohhhhh, you didn't tell me you were a demon king, Noby! Tira said as she poked her head into the conversation a bit more literally then expected. For reasons known only to her, she had for some reason shot her grappling hook into the ceiling and was now hanging upside down above the table the two were at. Who'd you have to kill to be a demon king?
Then she looked at Suika. And that's a silly thing to say, what does drinking have to do with that? And why would you drink that stuff anyway, I tried something like it once, it tasted nasty! I don't see the point of drinking nasty stuff like that!
"Oho...?" Pausing mid-sip to regard the newcomer with a placid crimson gaze, the slightly tipsy woman noted that there was someone even smaller than her here. Judging from the horns and general appearance in general, it's an oni of all things. "Bah, judging me before even knowing what I stand for.. that's an oni for you. Still, you are right that sake is the best, kin of Ibaraki-doji and Shuten-doji. But one has to try out new things in life to see if they'd be good or not, no? It'd be boring doing the same routine over and over again, good as that singular thing is." Waxing philosophy after hiccuping cutely, the tiny Servant noted with lidded eyes that her bottle was now empty.
Smirking over to Suika before fumbling around to grab a classic sake dish, the self-proclaimed demon lord held the saucer out to wait and see if the drink the oni brought about was as good as proclaimed. Also hoped it wouldn't be as literally poisonous as the horned Berserker's too, but she could revive and thus live as much as she wanted here. "I better be able to taste heaven if you're that keen on upselling, horned one."
A newcomer arrived, this time that of a western stock and clad in colors that were rather garrulous to the eyes in general. Still, she seemed somewhat attractive so that was a notch in her favor. The fact that she was hanging from the ceiling like a spider was also entertaining. Lazily inclining her head upwards, the diminutive conqueror let out a short bark of laughter. "Haha, I killed many people to get them to call me Demon Lord... definitely past the hundreds and perhaps reaching the tens of thousands through chain of command. They gave me the moniker due to my deeds and I simply accepted it. Why shy away from what I did, heh?"
She liked those who were direct. Better than pussyfooting about in her opinion. "As for why do people drink? It makes them feel warm. It makes them feel happy. It makes them forget, feel good... or it can ease the sadness and dull the pain. There are many reasons why people drink, but for me, I drink because I want to feel good and experience new things." Face now rather more flushed than before, the effects of all that prior alcohol made itself known by loosening lips and causing slight slurs every now and then. Still, for the amount consumed, Nobunaga was still in relatively good control over herself, showing off the sturdiness of a Servant in general.
Auriel - Hallway
As quickly as she had arrived, the girl with the soul-eating sword left. Drawn to the signs of a conflict in the dojo, she hovered her way over to the new room, taking in the surroundings.She recognized the three of them as being so-called 'heroes' from the introductory images. One was a man whose body had been mutilated beyond compare with armor, the other was a sorceress who fought with a chain - whether this was simply training, or if they were working out deeper frustrations, she could not say. The third was a girl who was simply leaning against the wall near the entryway, observing. She had been introduced as Hazel of Hades. Or would it be Alaska? Neither was one she was familiar with, in any case.
Flying near Hazel's side, Auriel 'leaned' against the wall as well to observe the fight as she spoke to her. "Well met, despite the circumstances" she said. "I am the Archangel Auriel, appear to be allied with you. I hope to be able to overcome our obstacles together so that I may one day return."
Just before the dish could become unmanageably full, she carefully pulled her gourd back, and corked it. "I'll be around for when you need that. After all, I ain't kin of Shuten-douji, I'm the real deal. I'll be around forever."
Her name was still unrevealed, but...Tira of all people decided this was a good party to crash. What possessed her to think that two little girls with alcohol made for great entertainment was beyond the oni. Despite her interruption, she got this Lord to give out some obvious hints. Few other people would claim such things, so there could only be one name for her...wait, her?
Suika gave Nobunaga a brief sidelong glance before looking back at the gaudy girl in front of her. "What she said. Alcohol makes you feel good on the inside because of...well, alcohol. I had someone explain it to me once, but I think I was too drunk to remember exactly how. Besides, I don't know about you, but this stuff's great." She took a drink for herself, far less refined than sipping from a plate.
Looking back at the Demon Lord, she said "I think I know who you are. But...I got somethin' to ask. Last time I met a man named Nobunaga, he was exactly that. A man."
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Hazel, Dojo, Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Hazel was so involved in the fight, watching every move of the combatants, that she didn't notice Auriel walking up to her. As the archangel began to talk, Hazel jumped, clearly off guard. Once she realised it was Auriel, someone said to be on her team, however, she quickly calmed down. "W-well met," Hazel said, slipping into a slightly archaic form of speech. She looked at the new arrival, noting the wings and faceless look. "I'm Hazel, of the Twelfth Legion."
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Auriel - Dojo
"I see," Auriel replied. She likely didn't mean the demonic legion, it was no doubt another quirk of being from a different reality. How odd, to have seen so many worlds rise and fall across creation, only to discover it was but a drop in the countless realms of all existence."You enjoy watching the sparring between teammates, then?" she asked. "The majority of the mortals here have chosen to entertain themselves with the pursuit of food and drink, yet only a few are in this hall. Is it a matter of leisure, or perhaps, necessity?"
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Hazel, Dojo
Hazel tilted her head. "If you wish to fight by the sides of your team mates, you should know how to fight against them. If you know the counters to their strategy, you can prevent people using those counters against them." The brunette paused for a moment, and shrugged. "Besides, it's interesting to watch," she spoke with a smile.
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Menardi - Sword Fight
Menardi was forced on the defensive as Raiden deflected her chain and pressed forward. The spectral Venus blade guarded against the first blow, but it would not be able to take a second. It had never been intended for that kind of use. She needed to do something about that sword, and quick. He had a clear advantage in pure martial skill. But for that, she needed some time to prepare. Menardi hesitated for a moment, considering her options, but finally deciding to go for the easier option. Infusing the sickle with Mars Psynergy, Menardi threw it at Raiden. Moments after leaving her hand, it would explode into a small fiery blast, hopefully distracting Raiden enough to give her a chance to regain her stance, although now deprived of physical weaponry.
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Destroymen, Bathroom Banter
"Close, but no cigar, good sir. We're from UAA instead." The polite one replied with a smile, shaking his head. "We're not really into wrestling; these are superhero costumes."
"Stands for United Assassins Association, bub." The other filled in, but his tone was considerably less pleasant. "So what's with that coat? You some hobo-Punisher or what?"
How do lizards fly?