Ranvald just looked around and due in part to his capabilities as a Weaponmaster, he could see the irritating small spirits lurking around - these creatures were small fry, but gutting them would let him get closer to their King - a far better item on the menu. While the girl went on about how something ridiculous would work, he started to conjure his Weapon.
Readying it, he lashed out with a more intricate design than before.
The Dream Eaters, most likely used to fighting people who couldn't really fight back without Wilma's methods, didn't realize what was occurring...until one of them was split in two by the Weapon, as if it were any other being. The Red Energy of Anger caused the cut placed to glow bright red, and the stricken Dream Eaters began to scream, their eyes bursting with red light.
As Ranvald kept working with a multitude of whips ending in sword blades, the Dream Eaters would quickly realize 1) this one could harm them without needing dream power or make believe and 2) those Weapons really, really hurt.
Due to the contact, the stricken Dream Eaters let out one final squelching screech as they turned into tiny, black gems - black embodigems, but exceedingly tiny ones, albeit from the rarest color.
An Ordinary Oddball
"Pretend" Fighting
Echo's song momentarily stunned the Dream Eaters for a few seconds, allowing Ranvald to launch his attack on the Dream Eaters. Wilma began shooting at the Dream Eaters with the space gun, but was quickly being outdone by Ranvald. Feeling competitive, she morphed the gun into a dragon sock-puppet, breathing fire at the Dream Eaters.
They'd carved through most of the mob, with some small-fry Dream Eaters deciding to flee, when—
ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAR!!
A warped shadow creature made of a bear fused with a spider barreled out of nowhere and pounced on Wilma. She stuck her arm up and the Dream Eater latched onto her arm...the arm that had the flamethrower sock-puppet. Being filled by flames, it slowly turned to a strange dark dust that dispersed in the wind. Wilma's arm was wounded and bleeding, its sharp teeth having gotten a good bite in.
More similarly twisted creatures appeared and circled the group, sniffing the air and...laughing? A high-pitched ahahahahaha sounded in the air, followed by not-good-natured guffaws. If Ranvald tried the same attack against these things, he'd find that he could merely cause gashes and cuts on them. These were, after all, not small fries.
edited 25th Jun '18 1:16:41 PM by JumpingFruit
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
AKA Nixer
Apartment 1408
The entire abode had been a mess when she had first moved in; only recently having been reconstructed from the destruction caused by its previous tenants and yet to be properly refurbished. Yet, after a lot of persistence and patience, it was beginning to look like a home again.
Nikki sighed as she walked in, tossing the keys onto the side and flopping onto the couch. She had just completed the last few procedures in owning the place, and she could now officially call it her apartment.
She allowed herself a small grin. It was another step in her new life. Granted, it had taken a while, and had been quite tedious, but she had pulled through, and now she had a whole world of opportunity just waiting for her.
Getting back up, she walked over to the window pane, sliding it open and stepping out onto the balcony. She took in a deep breath of the air, placing her hands onto the railing and staring out over the city. If there was one thing she could comment on about it, it was that its tendency towards the fantastical meant that the integration process into humanity had been going quite smoothly so far. Everyone seemed surprisingly accepting, barring the occasional double take or strange glance, although she supposed that was to be expected even in the best case.
Shifting her gaze down to the streets, she stared at the rushing traffic before suddenly spinning on her heel and walking back inside, grabbing her coat as she headed for the door of the apartment. She fancied a walk. Even the few minutes of isolation was beginning to stifle her.
Easton City Streets
It was one thing studying it from above, but it was an entirely different experience for her on the ground. She always found herself barely suppressing a grin for some reason. Maybe it was because she was surrounded by people.
Granted, they didn't always give her the best looks, but her happy countenance usually gave them pause anyway.
She had no specific destination in mind, and she was apparently a little daydreamy, as she almost walked right into a busy road at one point. To her credit though, she pegged onto that quickly and slowed her pace somewhat.
She was like a curious child, wandering aimlessly and simply drinking in the sights. Her somewhat jarring synthetic features didn't stagnate it, instead it seemed to enhance the effect, what with her large neon blue eyes, it seemed to project this appearance of fascination and innocent naïveté.
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chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
Serious business
Echo stared at the strange creatures. These were stronger than the others. She knew she would be a lot more effective if she transformed, but in a public area, not a chance. But the other guy seemed powerful. A distraction could come in useful. A loud distraction. Echo let out an atrocious loud noise, darting around the place before making it again to try and confuse the monstrous creatures and possibly distract them so the others could go on the offensive. I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.
Market
Dragoknight took a look at the gibbering, laughing shadows and turned to the civilians huddling away from the fighting.
"Ĺ͚̬͔̥̩̮̞e͉͇̬̫̜ͅą̠̖̦̺̯͉v̢̲̺̦̺̰̯̫e͎̦̥," He commanded and they did so, fleeing before the wave of obedience instilling terror that originated from his voice.
Words Forged In The Emerald Furnace
That done, Dragoknight stalked the perimeter of the small open air market done on this street. A sigil on his brow lit up, speaking of the entity that gave him his power. Glancing at it gave onlookers a glimpse of his story, a god/emperor/father of Hell, the rightful ruler of the universe, toppled from his throne atop everything at the beginning of time in a conflict far older than the sun.
He made blasphemous gesture and spoke words recognized as obscene by the air. Normally, performing such magics required that the caster have performed awful and nefarious deeds. Dragoknight's workaround was that, as a scion of The Conqueror, the fucking father of Hell, of course he was pants-on-head retardedly evil, honest.
Chosen Of The Infernal Conqueror
Runes came to surround the area with the combatants, beacons that drew the Dream Eaters in like a trap, imitating the soft, innocent imagination of a child not yet familiar with reality. As soon as they would enter though, the green fires of the First Hell would spring up, with all the cruel creativity the denizens of that horrid realm could dream up.
edited 15th Jun '18 10:57:25 AM by God_of_Awesome
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Outside Ryan's Gym
"Something like what Nathrach said, Ryan." Matten said, continuing to run her hands through Jumping Bean's hair. "Though annihilating humanity was a goal of Angra Mainyu, Nasu could have done that on her own. The whole smoke signal thing is odd. Then again, it is Nasu."
"Also," the daeva ceased her playing with Jumping Bean's hair with wild laughter. "Yes, big sis is a little.... eh, she does her own thing. And you're alive. She likes you, so you get point if we run into her. Good luck!"
The daeva looked past Jumping Bean for a moment. The officer had returned, albeit staring from a healthy distance—and flanked by an entire line of people, circling the gym, in and out of uniform and staring the group down. "Ok," she said. "Let's go. I'll drive."
'Derbent
"Don't think I've ever asked forgiveness for my deeds." The man who would be king curled his fingers around his chin in mock contemplation for all of 3 seconds. "Eh, come see what I have to say..." The luminary things could not miss such an invitation. Well, so long ago they had rejected his request utterly. Here now, this was the same technology as their would be scion used to well, use the yazata and steal their power to get a girlfriend. Well, it was a goal.
Easton Business District
Easton did not equal Toronto. The city experienced more than winter and construction. Nonetheless, in the central business district, just another skyscraper went up among all the others. Well, a tad more quickly. Fabricator drones, familiar to anyone who had seen the news recently threw the construction up in record time. Former contractors and construction watched the spectacle from home or the sidewalks, but this consequence was only a plus for the builders of the place. Only architects and cranks would have noticed the towers matching similar designs in India and Ukraine. Before long said person would fall to boredom, for they were rising to join the skyline all over. Just another new fad style, of course.
The Caucasus
They were not flashy, and did not descend in pillars of light. But few ever landed at all in fact. Their true forms overwhelmed and walking among their charges in stolen flesh was a lie of the daeva.
Thus the task fell to Berezata, already made in the shape of winged humanoid of myth. Not that he would be without backup. Flashes of light appeared on the path, but careful never to encounter the denizens of the realm for their own safety.
The yazata did not wish to linger long around the 'people' of the Caucasus. All he could feel was a great big lie, and the foul druj that kept him from aiding whatever this affliction was. The work of Dexter Donavan, his benefactors reminded him. Seals that surpass what we've long looked at in awe.
Berezata nodded at the invisible presence, half listening and half tending to the people/ mockeries of people. The son of the end rose... and slew the harbinger, the archenemy itself. And yet we're here now. What is going on? The vision of the future was more than clear. Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
Easton city streets
Ada walked along the street, past rows of shops towards home. With every step, she longed for an adventure, something to spice up the pit of boredom that was status quo. She longed with every fibre of her being. But, it wasn't like an attacker was about to jump out from nowhere. She would have to be patient. Unfortunately, that was not something she was good at. I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.
AKA Nixer
Outside Ryan's Gym
The snake sage paused at Jumping Bean's address to him, before giving her an ambiguously amused, tight smirk, sending a brief wink over to Matten.
“So what if I am? So what if I'm not? Yaoguai, yōkai, devil, revenant. Apep. Quetzalcoatl. Glycon. Tasmasp. All names and all sorts of terms have been applied to me. I care not what I am, except that I exist. As Ouroboros. As Thueban. As Anguis. As Nathrach.”
Walking past her, due to the sudden return of the officer (plus reinforcements) being the obvious cue for them to leave, he gave her a brief pat on the shoulder as he went by, chuckling to himself. “Does that answer your question?”
As he neared the car, however, he paused, turning slightly to look back at the lineup of officers and bystanders. Without a hint of pity in his serpentine gaze, he raised his hand towards them in a 'stop' motion.
Perhaps it was an attempt at a prior warning. A small act of mercy. If it was, it was made moot, as the surrounding ring of people were swiftly engulfed in snakes, snapping wildly and coiling tightly around their limbs, some suffocating them, some biting them, but all of them ending up devouring them whole, unhinging their jaws and forcing their too-large forms down their gullets.
Once it was done, the snakes turned on themselves, feasting upon each other in a writhing, furious mass, while their master calmly opened the front passenger door of Matten's vehicle and patiently waited for the others, watching the proceedings of his fellows with any sense of genuine interest unreadable.
edited 24th Jun '18 1:25:19 PM by Enirboreh
bork
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Outside Ryan's Gym
"Veils of light to protect the darkness..." Humanoid machines
glowed with Avestan symbols, walking out of the mass of snakes in form fitting veils of light. They stopped but for a moment, looking at each other in brief confusion. Only one glanced back far enough to see its humanoid coat disappearing into a snake's maw.
As for the spirit, the light veil sparked where the ghost poked at the revealed endoskeleton before settling. The machines pulled ever so faintly on the bound yazata that helped made their mold. Each ghost sighed, content in a bath of light. The machines themselves appraised the group for but a moment before each seemed to walk off in a straight line at a perfect march—yet one appeared in the midst of the crowd, extremely quick hands aiming for Matten.
The daeva reacted quickly, but her instinctive retaliate with unholy tentacle barrage meant that they faded before the yazata brand light, and the thing scored a deep gash from her sternum to her hips.
"!" The daeva bit her lip and bounded back, maneuvering around the Mini-Mecha in a macabre dance to get inside the gym. "Come on! Inside! We can leave that thing's sight and get going!"
edited 24th Jun '18 2:00:01 PM by CenturyEye
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Ryan Brady
Ryan followed after Matten and that somewhat eerie serpentine fellow, and then it seemed some sort of mechanical force was here, opting to intercept their group. He recognized the energy signature somehow, but he didn't care - right now Matten was trying to do right, and stop the devastation of the world by...by...
Aki Bakbak...Aku...Shapeshifting Master of Darkness?
He kept up with Matten, running along with her, and said, "If we just leave these guys alone they'll attack us again - I could take em!" He smashed a fist into one hand to exemplify his point - he was eager to punch out monsters at this point.
Ranvald immediately smiled grimly when he saw a much larger foe begin to enter the picture. He was conflicted - at once he was scared, really deeply scared, but as a Weaponmaster, these entities and godlike beings were given contempt from him, and he was raised to always prioritize putting a fist into the face of a deity. This time the whips combined and formed a large bright red sword, which emitted from the knuckle duster on his hand.
He got in front of Wilma in case more attackers like that came in and immediately got to prove his valor and capability.
One creature came in charging, trying to skewer him on inkish arachnid legs, which he kept off by rolling and dodging on the ground after forcing the creature down. He then skewered the monster, and made a wall of red energy pushing back at a further series of strikes from the monster's bearlike limbs.
He sent the wall of red energy flying up, throwing the creature's arms wide up in the air - sufficient distraction!
Ranvald skewered deeper in the monster, eliciting a wretched keening scream from it, followed by swinging through viscera, delusion, blood and illusion and ripping through. The creature before him sputtered, screeched, and perished - becoming a slightly larger black Embodigem.
Ranvald looked at all the assembled monsters between him and the stupid, stupid little Godling girl and her puppet. He belted out a curse in his native language, and urged the monsters to come - such that he would deliver them all to the hereafter.
AKA Nixer
Outside Ryan's Gym
Seeing that his intended consuming of the surrounding humans had failed, Nathrach allowed himself to display a small frown, loweringnote himself behind the still open door of the vehicle and reappearing from behind Ryan, briefly placing a hand on his shoulder and looking between him and the yazata-bound machines.
“...Well, it is your specialty, I suppose... What say ye, friend? Let him prove himself a little?” he called out to Matten, only to get swiftly decapitated by the jaw, courtesy of one of the mechanical monstrosities.
No blood sprayed out, even as the upper half of his head soared upwards a good few feet from the sheer speed of the slice. Instead, a wild mass of snakes burst out from both sides of the injury - his lower jaw and decapitated head - rapidly interlocking and intertwining themselves with each other and drawing the two halves of the snake summoner's face back together.
Apart from a visible seam, he looked unperturbed, only moving to flick his wrist at the offending machination and causing a colossal reticulated python to unceremoniously fly out of his sleeve, hissing furiously and constricting its coils around any relatively weakly built crevice it could find.
“I, meanwhile, don't have the patience. So do what ye like,” he finished, before letting his snakes overwhelm him in that living cocoon and promptly vanished from the site, reappearing inside the gym and graciously holding the door open for his daeva companion.
“Don't know how much ye can take, lass, but it might be best to get your pretty little ass moving. I don't exactly think they want a picnic,” he teased, a hint of light sarcasm entering his voice. Remembering the still obvious scar left by his encounter with the machines, he absently waved his hand over his face (disguising it as a simple adjustment of his hair), the break in his skin vanishing as it was passed over and momentarily blocked from sight.
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An Ordinary Oddball
Jumping Bean
Jumping Bean examined the light-filled mechanical monstrosities from afar, and decided that attacking wasn't worth it.
"Slow down there a bit, Ryan. Those were able to hurt Matten—a self-described god. Which means that they must have divine properties. The odds are not in our favor right now. Let's run for now, figure out their weaknesses, and then attack."
"Are we running away...again?" Red Tiger complained.
"Well, you didn't have a problem with running from Mud Snake a few minutes ago, now didn't you?" Black Wolf pointed out.
Sensing another argument, Jumping Bean dragged the two of them into the gym.
Wilma
Some Dream Eaters were indeed distracted by Echo's cacophony, running straight into the barrier that Dragoknight had set up, getting incinerated.
Seeing Ranvald seemingly willing to face them all on told Wilma she needed to step her game up. She would not be dead weight, and most definitely not a damsel in distress.
She picked up the cardboard tube and imagined that she was filling it up with her spirit. Then she tossed it into the middle of the group headed for Ranvald...
The thing erupted in a burst of multi-colored light, turning about a third of the Dream Eaters charging to black ashes. And then the light shifted, somehow, into the shapes of various, ever-changing mythical creatures and joined Ranvald in his offensive.
She used some paper towels from a nearby roll placed on a stall to bandage her arm, then turned the sock puppet into the same space pistol from before, supporting the front-line fighters from the back.
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Outside Ryan's Gym
The other bots marched in perfect order past the battle scene. One by one they entered a tiny bit of grassland at the end of the lot and sat down in a circle before taking out a basket and laying cloth down before setting sandwiches.
...
And both Ryan and Nathrach wanted to do battle with the thing I last saw wrestling some terrible yazata, bleeds yazata essence itself, and one of which encased Angra Mainyu. I better damn well get a hurrah from the others for surviving this... But fighting one of Dexter's golem surprises. No—
"What?!" The daeva damn near hissed at Jumping Bean. "Fine test me all you like!" She swept her hand, sending a wave of negation at the thing, which it predictably charged through unscratched.
But I just needed your vision obscured for a moment. The daeva had ceased her flight to ascend in a column of void before descending again, torso open in a flowery, vertical maw, slimy, half-formed and skinless heads having emerged from either shoulder, atop two very elongated pairs of arms. Aileana seemed comfortably around her neck, while other 'snakes' and millipedes budded out of her flesh to crawl around before diving back into her body. Half formed shapes and humanoids 'swam' along her body occasionally budding at the surface before sinking back under from the daeva's neck down to the dozens of tentacles, some rounded, others ending in spines, some mockeries of the shapes of living creatures, all sporting milky blue eyes.
Matten, in all her new bulk, landed crashing in front of the thing, tentacles tearing up the lot on contact and leaking noxious essence. I sacrificed maneuverability for defense, but given who I'm dealing with...
The thing proved its speed instantly, vanishing from its spot and striking through the daeva, nonplussed by the change. Its claws stuck into a tendril, searing it with light before the golem was thrown back by sheer bulk.
Matten tilted her head. "I'm not normally one for wrestling matches," She raised a finger in the air as if she hadn't just lost a limb. "Now come, my chosen minions. Whatever menace Dexter and the yazata have made, they cannot interfere."
She stopped moving her lips, and rings of vacuum—without light, heat, or even air— appeared behind Jumping Bean, Ryan, and Nathrach while the daeva's ethereal vocalized avestan words appearing briefly around the circles. "And now I have clerics. The chooser of the many bids you prove her divinity and crush the mad scientist's abomination. Then after, we've seen to our task, we can sit down and chat about why he has these things running around in human guise. The anathema of yazata presence anywhere is beyond explanation."
edited 25th Jun '18 5:06:07 PM by CenturyEye
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Ryan took Jumping Bean's statement - that those things could hurt Matten, a God - and that he should stay away from them, as a challenge. He outright boasted to Jumping Bean, "You obviously were outta town when me and my friends fought a god."
He then turned and saw the monster approaching and...wait. Mad scientist's abominations? These things were science? And made by Dexter? What the fuck? Ryan remembered Dexter from the fight against Angra Mainyu, and he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders then. What happened?
What the hell happened that led to Dex making these fucking things and going on the death march?
Still...a robot was a robot. And after the whole fiasco with the black knight and that other one, Ryan was eager to rip into a robot.
He was by all means the first one to charge when he saw the robot handle Matten's attacks in a pretty gnarly way - rushing in, Ryan jetted at the robot with a burst of his energy. He then swung his fist right at the center mass. This was followed by a huge directional explosion of nuclear force - millions of degrees at the site of impact.
edited 25th Jun '18 5:19:08 PM by NickTheSwing
An Ordinary Oddball
Jumping Bean
Jumping Bean put her hands in front of her in a supplicatory gesture.
"Lady Matten, if I had said otherwise, my main patrons would be offended. I don't want to piss off the people who gave me this—" she spun around "—and so you see this is an extremely delicate situation I'm juggling."
She sighed at Ryan's statement.
"I bet said god wasn't at full power."
Jumping Bean made a bunch of weird gestures, which basically amounted to drawing a Fu inscription in the air. The inscription glowed gold and Jumping Bean caught the thing in her hand and threw it towards the machine.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
Then, a column of golden light mixed with a purplish energy hurtled towards one of the machines from above. Jumping Bean just mixed Matten's power with her divine magic to bypass the machine's resistance to the daevas' powers.
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
AKA Nixer
Outside Ryan's Gym
...Dear god they're actually having a picnic.
Suppressing an unceremonious snort of laughter, Nathrach felt Matten's transformation before he saw it courtesy of Aileana's presence, and let out an ominous, low chuckle as Matten declared them as their clerics.
His snakes began to writhe and mutate, becoming blackened in colour and oozing wickedness and spite and all other dreadful things usually not prevalent in the snake sage's pets. The serpent man too seemed to undergo a slight alteration - his facial structure shifted so that his cheeks were made more hollow and his eyesockets much more bulbous and prominent, causing his pupils to be facing to either side of him. Combined with his flickering tongue, he truly looked more snake than man.
“Oh, my. Dominant one, aren't ye lass? Usually I would be a wee bit put out by such a spontaneous declaration... though I suppose I can let this slide...” he purred, licking his lips before vanishing in a coiling cocoon of snakes.
There was a sudden heaviness in the air, an unnatural presence like that of something impossibly large and predatorial leering over them, as Nathrach's disembodied tone seemed to be much more... present than usual. From all directions and locations in their immediate vicinity, he sounded like he was right there.
“I am a slave to no one. But not afraid to take advantage of gifts, my sweet one. Be glad I'm fond of ye, and be glad these pitiful mockeries have entered my sight before,” he hissed ominously, a threatening edge entering his voice as the ground trembled and cracked.
With a burst of unmaking force and a spray of rubble and earth came forth his colossal serpent form, rocketing out from the ground and rearing up at a height that seemed inconceivably more vast than it had done when it had appeared to Mud Snake. The aged cracks in its skin were laced with a red glow, pulsating and connecting in a veinlike pattern all the way up to its beady eyes. Its children, the snakes carrying a sheen of unholy blackness and possessing anywhere from one to nine heads and tails crawled out from beneath its scales in droves, like a waterfall of slithering things and creeping, living tendrils, engulfing the machinations in a manner more akin to that of a tidal wave than an army of serpents, stragglers even ending up splaying out against the surfaces that the mass made contact with in a fashion like that of water.
“Power never fascinated me. Always filled with complications. It applies rules to the ruleless. Sense to the nonsensical. Constraint to ones who just don't give half a damn. But who am I to turn down such a beautifully wrapped present?”
edited 25th Jun '18 5:30:26 PM by Enirboreh
bork
Surrounded by weirdoes
New Justice International's Headquarters
After ending the call, Kyle went out with his parents and told them he managed to put something together in the meantime, they just had to follow him. Driving out at what looks like the right place, he wondered what he was supposed to do. So he simply parked, walking and waving his hands, he was on the door.
Sometimes, I hate how much I rush in
Wake me up at your own risk.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Outside Ryan's Gym
The golem took a cue from an earlier model, and caught the punch, absorbing the mystic energies and the arcane physical energy of Ryan and converting into magically neutral energies for its consumption. The sharp angles of the golem's body took the punch, before it began to land...
And freeze for but a moment. The thing had not been designed for arcane, physical power. It took slightly more time to process than usual. Time not given as as intense energy from above jetted through its back, digging but not piercing the thing before its design returned.
The golem stumbled forward a couple of steps before Matten bought a heavy claw down on it, crushing it into the ground.
That thing is made to hunt us and our cousins. He's not playing around. Still, coeveolution. I see this challenge, live through it, and I can start the countermeasures... She caught Nathrach's bristled comments and his change, and even mid crushing a Dex-bot had to giggle. "Oh dear, my pretty little ass loves to beckon knights to its call. I swear I won't let the tabloids call you goons."
This time though, the daeva, felt the quake—not to mention the mass vanishing from underneath her claw—a split second before the golem burst from the ground and moved aside just as it ran a claw through the space her heads had just vacated, grazing the left one from ear to lip.
"Man and womakind..." it spoke for the first time after landing on a nearby car. The thing spoke not like a computer generation, but a mechanical grinding and whirring to approximate sounds. "I am your guardian. Flee from this blight in creation, and I shall render it, its due. Ryan who fought and destroyed the accidental mother of this curse made flesh. Betray not your good works. I only seek its vaporization. This is no lie nor falsehood. It is only my design."
An Ordinary Oddball
Magpie
Magpie sat up and stretched in the hammock in one of her hideaways. After a short rest, she felt all better. Why not head over to the newly established (or so she hoped) NJI Headquarters to pay a visit? She picked up her top hat off of a dresser and put it on, then hopped off of the hammock to hopefully start a new adventure.
Jumping Bean
Jumping Bean readied several inscriptions in the air, then clapped her hands together. The Fu turned to golden-purple comet-like lasers that shot straight for the golem.
She slipped gracefully into a Tai-chi stance and started flowing gracefully through the motions of it, aiming to balance the divine power and Matten's power inside her. A golden ba-gua
symbol appeared beneath her feet, scorching the ground she stood on.
One side of the yin-yang symbol in the middle of said symbol was gold, and the other was purple, denoting the two different sides of the coin. "Good" and "evil." Light and dark. Dry and wet. Heat and cold. Jumping Bean drew both aspects into herself at the same time, reaching for the perfect threshold where one could not be told from the other.
Then she ended the movements, seemingly having manifested Matten's aura, but with golden flaming tips, and clapped her hands together again in front of her chest.
She affixed the golem in front of them with a cold stare.
"What is sweet without sour? What is life without death? What is light without shadow?"
"This, too, is neither lie nor falsehood. Only fools deal in absolutes."
edited 25th Jun '18 6:58:24 PM by JumpingFruit
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
vs the dream eaters
Echo continued her cacophony, until she tripped over and fell in a bush. As the dream eaters were closing in, she realised she would have to transform. She grabbed her microphone from her bag and said something into it.A few seconds later the Siren emerged from the bush. She released a large soundwave, knocking her attackers backwards.
I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Outside Ryan's Gym
The golem seemed not to move while the projectiles passed through its space. It never changed expression. Of course its face had been set in mold. "Sweet without sour is sweet. Life without death is life. Light without shadow is light. Only the empty and aimless are defined by their antithesis, which like your own saying is an absolute. Fool."
Definitely Dex... Matten sighed at the thing, etching an anchor in the spacetime. But we'll have words later. Family matters first.
The golem abruptly broke its gaze at Jumping Bean to appear in front of Matten's 'human' upper body. Its word were true. The thing had but one target. At point blank range its sharpened limbs, charged with light, swiped manically at the daeva.
Matten, definitely a mage and no scrapper, especially with yazata-charged things that resisted being unmade, silently wrapped her arms around herself before striking pseudo-randomly with tentacles finally getting the damned fast thing to retreat some distance.
But the daeva was not unobservant. "Definitely a magitek creation." She looked at the golem through a space in her arms. "If twisting the metal and its physical systems will not make it fail, those spells have to be disrupted." It was a combat bot though. I can't expect the 'off sigil' to be on the outside. I'd need time to probe it, but that's hardly in excess supply here. guess we did need to fight this thing here. There's certainly more than one, and I shouldn't like them to welcome me back without a countermeasure.
Edited by CenturyEye on Jun 26th 2018 at 5:23:39 AM
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
An Ordinary Oddball
Magpie
Magpie walked a short ways to the NJI headquarters and saw Kyle there. She waved to him and also started waiting at the front doors.
Jumping Bean
Jumping Bean took a deep breath. She took the two conflicting energies inside her and molded them into one rolling sphere in her mind. They mixed and swirled together.
Channeling the divine side of the sphere for a moment, she launched herself at the golem in a spark of light. Then she channeled both energies into her right palm and thrust it out at the golem, creating a giant palm construct that attempted to push/bash the golem aside.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Jun 26th 2018 at 2:44:48 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
AKA Nixer
Outside Ryan's Gym
“They do talk a lot, don't they...”, Nathrach muttered, his colossal snake form swiftly covering itself in its brethren and becoming akin to a serpent made up not of flesh, but of twisting worms and wriggling things. Without warning, its shape collapsed, leaving only a pile of tangled snakes and one particular snake sage standing in the centre of them all, his kin parting like a wave as he slowly strolled forward through them.
“Aye aye aye, you recover from that. That's right...” he crooned as Jumping Bean lunged for the yazata, giving him opportunity to walk right up to it and stare straight into its 'face'.
“Now, I'm not one to disrespect opinions. But I have a question for ye. If ye don't deal in absolutes...” he paused, waving his hand across his face and causing it to appear as the mass of entangled serpents, constantly devouring, being devoured, birthing, and being birthed in an endless process.
“...Then... what am I? Living, or dead? Snake, or man? Existing, or non? Choose wisely. I'll only accept one answer for each,” he warned.
Easton West Park
A crackle of energy erupted just off the assigned path, behind a tree, converging into a multicoloured singularity that might have looked familiar to anyone who had been watching the news regarding the interdimensional murder attempt scandal not too long ago. Although, unlike then, the gateway was notably much more stable, and wasn't crackling and sparking wildly like its predecessors.
The redheaded Kaydenite stepped out, closely followed by his blonde haired companion, carefully having chosen their current military overcoats for their high collars, disguising their respective thin slits located on either side of their necks. They would still be visible to anyone looking for them, but the shadow cast by the collar helped disguise the seams of the skin.
Another precaution they had taken was their eyes. Rine had his grey contacts on, and Kyxe had a pair of slightly mismatched green. Purposefully so, however, it was only a slight difference in pattern for her, not colour, as the asymmetrical nature helped increase its plausibility of humanity. Rine hadn't considered this, apparently, but it was minor enough to overlook.
The things they couldn't disguise, however, was their pallid complexion and carnivorous teeth. That and their slightly unnatural way of moving, as if unused to how heavy they were, plus their mildly heavy breathing, like they had just been exposed to the differing atmospheric pressures of a high mountain and were struggling to get used to it.
The rift soon snapped closed behind them before it became too obvious, Rine tucking the decidedly more alien designed device under his sleeve before walking out onto the path, Kyxe tailing after him all the way.
Or, most of the way. The Seng hadn't had the opportunity to appreciate Earth's nature due to the scandal with its law enforcement system, and had soon made a beeline for a birds nest. For some reason, they completely ignored her presence, whether it be due to their recognition of her as a new creature and not considering her a threat, or simply due to the fact that she seemed to be stealthy enough for Rine to completely miss her lack of presence until he was a good fifteen metres down the path from her.
“What are you doing?” he called back to her, beginning to backtrack to her position. She turned slightly to him as he pulled up next to her, before returning her attention to the tiny creature nestled on front of her.
“It's so small... what is it?” she asked curiously, her voice laced with a slightly guttural and unidentifiable accent. A flicker of what might have been the equivalent of a smile appeared on Rine's lips, before he turned and made to continue on his path.
“It's a robin.”
Still fascinated by it, it took Kyxe another half a minute or so to reluctantly drag herself away from the creature, but not before gently stroking its feathered back with the tip of her finger and carefully inserting a purplish tinged sliver of meat into its nest, before jogging after her valen in a slightly weighted manner. The bird curiously pecked at the meat, before freezing in place as if in shock, unmoving.
It was doubtful it would ever break out of its paralysis, judging by the fact that it wasn't even breathing.
Edited by Enirboreh on Jun 30th 2018 at 12:39:51 PM
bork
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
Easton west park
Spring was flying around the trees when she saw a robin in a nest with a strange something. She sharply inhaled when she saw it was paralyzed."You poor thing. Who did this?"
She looked around the park and noticed the kaydenites. She flew over to them and grew to a more human size in front of them.
"Excuse me? Were you the ones that paralyzed that robin?"
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dream eater attack
"Guess this was who I was looking for."Echo thought for a second. How could she best do this.
"So, if they, like, try to destroy creativity and bring sadness, how about a happy song?"
Echo imagined why the dream eaters would be hurt by her singing and started singing a happy song.
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