Morgana- Regular Cat Form
He'd been content with keeping quite for a little longer, but then one of the contestants started playing her own damn orchestra and screeching about how awful shipping was. Honestly, where were these people's manners? She was going to deafen him if she kept speaking at that ridiculous volume.
"Hey, do you mind not screeching in my ear like some kind of air-horn?" Morgana asked Ionia. "I'm sure everyone here can understand you just fine, thanks." He hopped down from Valkyrie's shoulder and on to the floor in front of the small group near Sidney, before turning to face the blue haired girl.
"My apologies for fooling you, Miss, but I am not a kitty. My name is Morgana," he said, giving her a polite bow.
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Confessional
Morgana, now sitting down on a cushioned chair so he could be seen by the camera, looked proud of himself.
"Okay, I know I said that I was going to keep a low profile, but a Phantom Thief of my class just can't stay out of the spotlight for too long. I mean, how could I possibly rob the viewers of my charismatic presence any more than I already had? That'd be the true crime, right?" He laughed to himself.
"Besides, half these guys act like impatient numb-skulls, and one of them's a dog with a talking flea, so I don't think I'm going to need much of a plan to thin out this competition."
edited 9th Feb '18 1:15:40 AM by ScorpioRat
Rachel
-A few of the others weren't taking the news well. One actually jumped the woman and was actually desintegrated in response... but showed up a little later seemingly none the worse for wear. So apparently we still can't die in here.-
Wulfrik
-A fellow prisoner attacks the new jailer. Casting a blank look over them, Wulfrik jerks awake when she disappears in a cloud of blood. The rules have changed.-
They think her more valuable than the half-breed, or they would not have granted her such enchantments.
-The Slaaneshi witch and the Imperial were brought back as well. Though the attacker was brought back unharmed, Wulfrik is at least happy to see he still has something to aim at in the next battle.-
Stop Killing My Titles
Jan
"Heyyy, it's Thunder Thighs Chinky and her Korean Frenemy!" Jan waved at Chun-Li and Juri with a grin. "Man, it feels like a class reunion or something. Colonel Kilgore's there too, shit! Didn't think you're that popular with the ladies, soldier boy."
"Hey, Chaosman! Stop brooding over there and get your ass over!" Flowey's threat was generally speaking ignored as the vampire cast the faintest of amused looks at him. "Whatever you say, Shitweed. Anyway, yeah, Murder Buddies time! Not sure if Luke'd be on board with that, but he can be an ally of convenience, know what I'm saying, T?"
Luke
"Please be quiet. I can do without Mussorgsky being tainted with your impotent screeching." The slightest tint of annoyance showed up on the blond vampire's face as he looked over to Ionia, letting out another puff of his cig. So they were "popular", huh. The notion of "shipping" he removed from his mind quickly. If anything, the degenerates behind the screen would likely pair him with his brother.
Speaking of Jan, it seemed he was quite enjoying a company of few unsavory characters in the corner over there. Meanwhile, the short people - both the stocky kid and the man with the spiky hair - clearly enjoyed the notion of popularity to a point where their previous anger all but dissipated. "Stroke an idiot's ego and he will forget he's an idiot." Luke muttered, more to himself than to anyone else before casting another brief look around. Some socialization was in order, he supposed.
The group with the white dog seemed like a good start. "Didn't you get the memo? We're all from different universes, crazy notion this might be." He said when the Asian-looking man - that was a demon, apparently, because of course he was - started spouting nonsense about Devilmen and how he wants to help. Try getting them out of this prison first, maybe. "Anyway, it looks like we will be killing each other for the entertainment of the masses. Luke Valentine." He introduced himself with a slight bow.
grah
Akira could really only choke out a sob in response to Amaterasu's licks. He'd had so little to hold onto, so few people to help him, and now he was... apparently not surrounded by Devilmen. But friends. Akira gave Ammy a few scritches between the ears, and let a few more sobs come out.
If Amaterasu was here in hell though that could still track with the rise of Christianity. All these other people though, it was possible he was in some sort of shared Hell or something. Satan mentioned wandering the universe after all, this could always be the hell of all worlds. Akira's transformation receded slightly as he realized he was the only person here taking this particularly hard. But now he had another vector of weird: several people here had names he recognized. Not that he literally knew them, but like...
"Wait, are you... Japanese? And Chinese? How—" Akira stepped over to Tenko and Chun Li. Neither of them were mentioning the end of the world. Something was wrong. "How can you be talking about martial arts at a time like this? Are you—" Akira opened his mind a little. Empathy. "What happened before you came here?"
Breath of the Sun
Amaterasu and Issun
Ammy accepted the ear scratches happily. Hopefully the young man would be more comfortable now that he knew others from Nippon were here. As Magnus knelt down to greet her, she lowered herself back to the ground and met his eyes with a calm gaze.
Issun seemed a bit irritated, however.
Confessional
Amaterasu sat on the cushioned chair, staring at the camera placidly.
Issun began bouncing.
"She's the sun goddess, dangit! I don't get why people find this so hard to believe. I mean, I know the form she uses is a little weird, and I would have picked something much better-"
And then Issun found himself snapped up in her jaws. He popped out of her mouth a moment later, covered in drool.
"Hey, watch it, furball!"
"How many times do I gotta keep saying it? This is Amaterasu, the sun goddess!" He hopped up and down on her head. She merely smiled, and turned to face the closest wall. Her tail moved, swirling about in a lazy circle, and for a moment, ink hung in the air where she drew.
And then, on the wall, a miniature sun flashed into existence, appearing as though painted with bright red ink. It radiated light and heat - not enough to burn anyone, but warm and calming. The light from the sun seem to reflect from Amaterasu's crimson markings, making them glow a little brighter.
"See?" Issun seemed smug, though Amaterasu merely turned back to Magnus and basked placidly in the glow. "That's the power of the Celestial Brush!"
edited 9th Feb '18 8:38:36 AM by kagescorpionakki
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Once everyone was gathered around her and had agreed, Tira laid out the next step in her plan.
Naturally, the first thing I needed to do was scope out the competition. No doubt a few of these dumbasses would actually buy into what these assholes were selling, and if they realized we wanted to brutally murder the people they stupidly thought were going to pay them, then we would come into conflict. So the first step was simple to work out
So, like before, the first thing I think we need to do is feel out these new people. I'm sure that at least a few of them might make good recruits for our little group. It's probably a little pointless to keep our little faction a secret this time, anyone with half a brain already figured out we all know each other and are going to stick together, but that doesn't mean we should just walking around handing out open invites. Use your brains, you all know the kind of people who will work with us, and who will only try to fuck us over. Questions?
Sidney gave Jimmy a condesending smirk.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Hopkins, you want me to show you around? Would you like me to hold your hand, maybe I should take it slow so you have time to properly remember how to get around? You have two feet and a functioning brain. Walk around and see for yourself. If you have any questions, just ask them. My tablet is set to notify me if anyone in the house asks a question directed at me."
The contestants would find the following in the rooms.
The Jacuzzi room was an open air mix of a pool and jacuzzi. Somehow, people could still breath out here like normal, although if anyone tried to pass the fence, they would find themselves floating away from the house and unable to breath. Somewhere in a corner, there was a tiny bar with a holograthic bartender that served basic drinks and snacks.
The workshop was a large area filled with all manner of construction tools, scientific equipment, and other such materials. In a corner, a device known as a "Fabricator" sat, with a basic instruction manual that explained it could create any item typed into the interface, within reason.
The Gym looked just like any gym you've ever been in. On the wall, a large panel allowed users to configure the space for the equipment to play almost any kind of sport or activity they wanted. The space was large enough for two games to be going on at any one time.
The TV room was a room with lots of overly conformable sofas and chairs. The bulk of it was dominated by a 100 inch TV that had access to nearly show and movie ever made. Exceptions were made for shows, movies, and games that the current cast of the show were in.
The VR Room was a strange, futuristic looking space. On entering, one would find themselves in a small control booth, with a door leading to the currently empty space beyond. Detailed instructions in a manual next to it explained how to work it, explaining that this space could recreate any environment or situation one could think of.
The Recreation Lounge had tables and chairs. The tables, like the VR room, could be configured to play almost any type of board game ever made. Over in one corner, various tablets claimed to be able to summon up any book ever written, both on the tablet or, for those who preferred paper, a physical copy. On the wall opposite the door was a row of computers. In addition to the usual things one could do on a computer, there was also a large link that allowed users to interact with their fans in real time, such as going on chatboards, responding to fanmail, and other such things.
The Dining Hall was....well, a dining hall. It had a table large enough and with enough chairs for all the contestants. Beyond that, well.....it too has a fancy gold chandelier.
The Bar was a large, elaborate bar setup, with both stools and booths for people to sit in. From the bar, one could order almost any drink, be it alcoholic or not, in existence. Also, for whatever reason, this room seemed to have a lot of random, flashy advertising for places and people the contestants likely had never heard of.
The Kitchen was....well a kitchen. It has the standard amenities. If one does not actually feel like cooking, they can press a button or three and summon up whatever food they want, although the taste will be lower compared to a standard cooked meal.
Upstairs, the main room was a large bedroom, intended to be shared among all contestants. Each one had a bed, and a closet marked with their name. Only the person who's name was on it could access it. Inside, they would find a large, constantly updating selection of outfits, in addition to whatever secondary gear they might have that was designated for closet storage.
The Bathrooms were, well, bathrooms. Very fancy and shiny bathrooms, with gold faucets and such rather then silver, but still bathrooms. At the very least, there were private shower stalls.
Off to the side sat a colossal Ballroom. The center was dominated by a large dance floor, with a disco ball hanging above it for whatever reason. Around it sat fancy tables, with the sort of weird snack food you only find at overly formal events. Opposite the door, the front of the room was dominated by a large stage, which could be used for all manner of performances and such.
Last but not least, a set of stairs lead up to the rooftop garden. Like the pool, people can breath normally here until they leave the confines of the roof. Out here, a collection of plants, both normal and exotic, decorated the area. Fortunately, it seemed the network had decided not to place any hungry plant life forms up here, so there was no concern of a mutant venus fly trap suddenly eating you.
edited 9th Feb '18 9:30:34 AM by Meanken
That One Gal
Magnus watched Amaterasu's demonstration, basking in the warm light emanating from the inky red sun.
"Cool," he said.
"I'm no stranger to gods," Magnus explained, looking straight into the camera. "So the idea of a white wolf being a Sun God and making suns with her tail isn't crazy."
"I mean, it is. It is crazy. It's just the kind of crazy I've come to expect."
Magnus looked back to Amaterasu and Issun. "So are you the Bug God, then? No offense meant, I love your work, but I think you'd get more fans if you got rid of mosquitoes. Those things suck."
Pun not intended.
Jimmy shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said, "I thought hosts were supposed to, ya know, host. Show everyone around, explain how they'll all come to hate each other, that kind of thing. Guess you're only here to look pretty and smile."
Pit- Entrance Hall
"... Oh." Pit was a bit of a loss for words. So shipping was just people playing cupid?
"I can't say I haven't been shipped before. Even at home. Though, that's usually just Lady Palutena or someone messing with me. N-not that I don't like Lady Palutena, I mean... is she watching this? ...I'll just stop talking."
The man near him then mentioned something of a Kakarot, which he thought at first was some kind of snack food, and then answered his question, and he seemed rather serious about it.
"So, they can grant any wish? And can they work in multiple dimensions?"
Before he could answer, though, there was... orchestra music?
Apparently so. A live, cloth orchestra, provided by the girl who died. Who then proceeded to scream at him to kill anyone who dared ship her.
"Uh... I don't think we need to go that far!"
Was shipping really that volatile?
Toko- Entrance Hall
There was a girl in a purple school uniform and purple hair, both worse for wear, as well as glasses, who just couldn't deal with this situation.
"Okay, let me see if I understand what's going on here. I was kidnapped, trapped in a building I didn't know, with people from "other universes", which I think is a sham, I'm probably in some sort of simulation, but anyways, to participate in a realty show, someone died and came back with...science, we're in space, and this is all for an audience that treats my life itself like some kind of fictional TV show, complete with, likely, very poorly written romance."
"...Haven't I suffered enough on TV already? I just want to not do this again, dammit!"
"What hack job of a creative team even comes up with this stuff?"
She guessed, at least, they didn't have to deal with Monokuma again.
... It wasn't much of a concession, at all, but small blessings yadda yadda.
Still, it couldn't change the amount of outright anger she had for the situation. She tried to calm down, though, she just needs to think, what would Master do?
As she does this, she proceeded to hug herself, blush, and drool a bit.
edited 9th Feb '18 5:03:59 PM by Boomer75
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"Okay!" Valkyrie said happily, giving Ionia a grin. She still wasn't exactly clear on what she meant, but it sounded like she was talking about getting rid of mean people, and she was good at killing weirdos. That blonde guy with the white outfit who said something mean about her music was probably one such person, but he left. "Oops, I mean... GOT IT!" She gave a faux-salute to Ionia."Mr. Kitty! ♥ You can talk!" Valkyrie said, still happily. "Well it's good to meet you too Morgana. You can call me Valkyrie. Because that's my name!" She crouched down, pet him one more time, and then stood up.
"You're not a Soul Gear, but what are you?" she asked Pit, reaching out to touch his wing. "They don't make any Soul Gears who look like little boys...."
"Um, I still don't really get it, how come I can't see or hear the people I'm talking to? Do I need to get closer? Are they far away like in a telescope?" She stood up and pressed her face against the camera, twisting and turning to look through the lens and then putting her hands on it to shove it towards her eye so she could look through the 'scope'.
After a few moments of the "technical difficulties" screen, Valkyrie was sitting calmly again.
"I was really happy when Mr. Kitty started talking, I was getting worried that he was really shy. The cats in Arc are a lot more talkative."
"Oh and that shipping thing, I don't really get it..." she added. "But... she said everyone, right? Even...."
She grinned goofily and zoned out.
Flowey- Confessional
Flowey was in a pot specially prepared for him, seemingly just to allow him to get on the cushioned chair without bursting from it. He had an obviously annoyed expression.
"Why the hell is it so hard for people to get my name right? First the angel, and now it's that fanged moron! I can't even relieve my stress on the new host thanks to her stupid disintegration gun! I know I could have just killed the idiot there and here, but I wasn't in the mood nor the situation to get into a fight. I have to act nice until I can get what I want." Suddenly, he regained back a devious smirk
"But just wait, when I succeed, then he'll learn. Yes, they'll all learn what I did, so many years ago..."
Flowey
Flowey at first seemed annoyed at Jan's attitude, but then just let out a sigh of exasperation. "Whatever. If you want to use childish insults, I won't stop you. I got better things to do." He then listened to Tira's consign to the group and gave a big smile in agreement. "Got it, chief! But I was wondering: could we have an official name? I have nothing against "murder buddies" but I think it would be neat, especially if we aren't really keeping this a secret."
Tenko Chabashira
Tenko initially reacted to the boy's inquiry by entering into what seemed to be a combat pose. "How rude! But I suppose a degenerate male like you wouldn't know that you shouldn't interrupt a conversation between two ladies, isn't it?" She of course pointedly glossed the fact that she was the one who barged in the conservation. However, once she actually registered what Fudo had said, she quickly came to a realization. If he wasn't familiar with that kind of game, that meant he was recently captured! Maybe he knew what was going? She couldn't let that chance pass by! She tried to calm down a little
"Well, for starter, I am an Ultimate. It basically mean I was specially chosen by the government because I possess a talent, maybe you've heard of it in the news? Anyway, in my case, I'm the Ultimate Aikido Master. Anyway, me and others Ultimates were captured by some psychos and forced to play a "killing game", so I haven't kept up on the outside world. Tell me, do you know anything about an Ultimate Hunt?"
Yet again, the conservation was interrupted, this time by the light bug making a ball of light. It didn't impress Tenko that much. "That's it? I'm supposed to believe this dog's the goddess of the sun just because she made a lightshow? I mean, sure, she's cute, but I know someone who can do far better stuff with her magic." The blonde man's comment brought far more worry. She turned toward him.
"Wait a minute, there! Don't tell me you're just gonna do what they tell you to do without a second tought? Because there is no way that I'm going to let any of you degenerates threaten any girls here!"
edited 9th Feb '18 12:02:22 PM by Alecoene
Akira swallowed. "I've seen God. I failed to kill Satan. I buy that that's Amaterasu." He wasn't about to contest Tenko's accusation of degeneracy; he knew that for a fact. And Amaterasu's sunlight was just as plausible as that bull demon's lightning attacks.
"I've never heard of anything about an Ultimate before. I've heard of Aikido, though." His face screwed up in confusion. "None of this seems right. You're Japanese, but... I thought we were..."
He took a step backwards. "Where I'm from, the world was destroyed by Demons. There was a war. The humans tore themselves apart. Tenko, none of that sounds familiar? We can't be from the same Japan. Is that the answer here?"
"Please, this is already tainted by your being here. By your breathing, beating and, honestly, existing," she condescendingly said to the elder vampire. Honestly, having someone recognize the piece was of comfort to her, managing to degrade her fury to a mere extreme annoyance, but like hell she would ever consciously recognize it. "Next time, consider thanking me for enriching your life instead."
Nevertheless, her ensemble did quiet down a little. It wasn't as fitting anymore.
While Valkyrie's blind obedience was welcomed, though not optimal as it seemed she was simply too dumb to object, but the other angel's reluctance would not stand. "Ooooh, forgive me, boy, I didn't realize that it was such a moral quandary for you," she said, waving a hand in mock surprise. "It's such an issue that it even surpasses someone peeking into your existence 24/7 and shipping you with your sister. Someone's doing that to you, and your sister, or boss, or whoever you might happen to have, little angel. How is that right?"
Tenko Chabashira - Oooh Boy
Now that truly was a shocker to Tenko. Her eyes bugge out so much that they looked like they became completely round, which was noit helped by her pupils dilating. Her mouth became wavering as if she was trying to find her words. She even began to sweat and move her arms around in a haphazard matter. All in all, it would have been quite comical if the subject matter was anything other than the end of the world.
"WHAAAAAT? Demons? A war? But that can't... I mean, Monokuma is pretty demonic, but we all just assumed he was a machine or something. Could he actually be..." She tried to think of a way to rebut Fudo's statement, but then she came to an horrible realisation.
"No, I can't remember, but the thing is, I-I can't remember how and when I was captured, either! Maybe I..." No, this couldn't be. She couldn't have forgotten something so major, could she? Could the Killing Game have been just a way for a literal demon to amuse himself with a few survivors? She found that she couldn't deny the possibilty, with all the seemingly impossible things that kept happening. No, it couldn't have been. It must have been a lie! But even she could tell that the boy wasn't lying, that he was legitimally worried. "I-It's a lie, right? You're just trying to get a scare out of me, RIGHT?" She outright screamed that last word.
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Oh, no. Akira didn't want to see this again. It was the track field all over again. People realizing the world was over. Wait though... this still didn't line up!
There was hope here! Akira saw something that could help this girl! "I'm saying that's not the case where you're from, Tenko!" He took a hesitant step towards her, making a weak smile even as the waterworks started back up. "You'd know if Demons came to japan. It was broadcast to literally all televisions in the world." He swiped a hand in front of himself for emphasis. "Nothing on earth was spared. You would know, I promise you! I don't know what happened to you, but I think it's going to be okay, compared to my home. If you don't remember dying, then I must not be in hell. The announcer has to be telling the truth! We aren't from the same Japan!"
What this also meant though was that he had to win. Akira died that day. He had a chance here to make it all right again!
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Estelle's eyes started to sparkle at all the wonders around them, she was certain the wonders in here surpassed even the Geraios in terms of technology.. The aesthetic however could use some work. She could help compare this mansion to her palace and found it rather cheaply made. If she was gonna stay here she was gonna have to make some changes to her personal quarters. Though first she was going to need to get up close and personal with that instruction manual, which she set off to do as soon as the tour was over.
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850
Sidney looked unimpressed at Jimmy's snark. "I don't get paid millions of dollars an hour to play tour guide for schoolchildren. This house doesen't run itself, nether does the show."
She looked up from her tablet, reading glasses vanishing as she leaned down to Jimmy.
"Let me give you a free peice of advice. This isen't Bullworth Academy. There are people in this room, people you're going to be sharing living space with for the foreseeable future, who have kill counts in the thousands. Some of them have more then that."
"These are the kinds of people who will kill you for giving them a funny look, the kind of people who slaughter people much tougher then you for fun. I don't give a damn about your additude, but unless you like the idea of being shot dead or stabbed in the back, you may want to watch it when you're dealing with some of these nutjobs."
Tira suddenly reverted back to her other personalty.
That fucking, stupid ass name! Tira yelled, nearly spitting at the camera. The group was my idea, back when we were on the other show. But that name, the stupid fucking name that airhead gave it! Murder buddies? Who the fuck is going to take us seriously when we're calling ourselves that? I don't mind being underestmated, but I have some fucking standards! So I let my other half take over, hoping the rest of them could talk her out of the name.
Well, our name is the Murder Buddies, right? I like the name. Is there something wrong with keeping that as the name?
Flowey
If Flowey was affected at all by Tira's change, he sure didn't show it. Instead, he decided to double on the saccharine act. "Well, while I think all our buds here agree that murder is a darn lot of fun, it's a bit vague considering our current goal, isn't it? I mean, we want to murder some folks above all and I think making it clear in our name will help in finding new buddies. I was considering something like Murdering Freedom." His tone then regained a somewhat mroe serious tone.
"Plus, it would be priceless seeing the face of those hypocrites who preach about freedom while still judging other about so-called "right or wrong" when they hear this name. But it's just my suggestion, if you don't like, you don't have to take it."
Tenko Chabashira
The Ultimate Aikido Master regained some composure after hearing Akira's reassurance, finally going back to an even tone of voice. "... You're right, if you don't know about Ultimates and I don't know about devils, then it's seem likely that we're not from the same world. But wait, what did you say about..." She then noticed he that he became closer, if only slightly. She took a step back and reentered in her fighting stance.
"Hey there! Don't think you can take advantage of me, you degenerate! I swear, your kind is..." THEN she noticed he was crying even as he was smiling at her. Then she fully registered what he told her. That most likely everyone he loved died, that he saw his world get thorn apart. Even seeing the death of a single person cared about was saddening, so she couldn't even imagine what he must have went trough. Nobody deserved that.
"Don't worry, It's gonna be alright! The fact that you're crying right now means that you're alive, right? And as long as you're alive, you can't lose hope! We're definitely going to find a way to escape this place and save your world and my friends, I swear." She didn't know if those would really help him, but she had to try.
Breath of the Sun
Amaterasu and Issun
"Hey, I'm not a bug!" Issun fumed at Magnus. "And I'm not a God, either - I'm Ammy's Celestial Envoy."
Then the girl in the skirt spoke up, not believing in Amaterasu's power at all. "Feh. Some people don't have faith in the gods I guess." Issun muttered.
Then Akira dropped his bombshell.
Amaterasu cocked her head to the side. Issun stared, wide-eyed, at the devil-man. "Yeah, we're definitely from different Nippons. For one thing, we don't call it 'Japan'. So cheer up! We'll follow you to your realm and beat up all the demons ourselves if we have to. " He gave a tiny thumbs up and Ammy barked, happily. "Because Amaterasu's heart's desire is to help everyone! ...by the way, what's a television?"
At the same time, the wolf eyed Tenko with something akin to mischief. Subtly, she swished her tail around again, this time drawing a small spiral. As before, it hung in the air a moment, and then...
A sudden, inexplicable gust of wind burst out of nowhere to lift up Tenko's skirt.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Tenko Chabashira
"Yeah, that's right! We have plenty of strong people here, some devils are nothing before us! And I know some people back home who can help. I'll gladly help, after all, being an ally of justice is part of mastering the path of Neo-Aikido."
Unfortunately, this heartwarming moment of friendship was promptly ruined by Tenko's skirt being lifted upwards. It revealed purple spats with a pink flower pattern for the world to see. Her face turned to a shade to crimson and she quickly used her hands to fix her skirt position. After that was done, she resumed her fighting pose, obviously angered beyond all reason. She screamed like she was possessed by something.
"WHICH ONE IT IS? WHICH OF YOU DEGENERATE MALES DID IT? IF YOU CONFESS NOW, I'LL ONLY BEAT YOU TO HALF-DEATH! AND THE OTHERS BETTER NOT HAVE PEEKED EVEN A LITTLE IF THEY KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR THEM!"
edited 9th Feb '18 3:49:37 PM by Alecoene
That One Gal
Magnus nodded. "Right, celestial envoy. Sorry." Whatever one of those are.
"I wouldn't really say I have faith in the gods. I know they exist, sure, but faith..."
Magnus looked cautiously around, despite the room being mostly empty.
"I'm not too sure if the big guys can hear me," he said, "since I don't think I'm in any of the Nine Worlds. Still, I try not to make it a habit to diss my dad's side of the family." There weren't any depressed goats of angry wolves around, at least, so Magnus figured he was a little safe.
"See, gods are pretty...unreliable. I only know about the Norse ones, but from what Annabeth says, all the different kinds operate on the same wavelength. They're all in their own little worlds, caring more about their follower count than, like, the end of the world. Guess that's what being immortal, all-powerful beings does."
Magnus was cut off from further conversation by Tenko. Not only was it hard to ignore the lifting of her skirt (Magnus, no, bad), but her ensuing screams echoed around the large entrance hall.
"Let's ease up on the death threats!" Magnus held his hands out as a symbol of peace, the gesture slightly ruined by the fact he was keeping his eyes firmly on the ceiling.
The whole debacle with the girl and her skirt happened, and Jimmy chuckled aloud. "Don't look at me. I was over here when it happened." With that, Jimmy left the room - not that he was being a chicken or anything, he didn't want to stick around these losers for too long.
With the latest Incident, Akira almost got literally floored by several tons of emotional baggage. The magic of gods and Teen Sexuality was some shit he had entirely too much experience with. He recoiled almost out of instinct and raised an arm that had suddenly become a claw, again out of distress. Here he was having a fine conversation, the first normal one in weeks, it felt like.
He wheeled around to the Literal God. He saw that ink forming as easily as he saw lightning bolts or Satanic light attacks. He turned on his heel and towered over the white wolf. "Would a GODDESS happen to know anything??" He growled, eyes starting to twist into a horrid visage once again. "Why would you do that?!" He didn't exactly see anyone inparticular in Tenko, but he saw a fellow Japanese teenager in a bad situation. He had to act.
Breath of the Sun
Amaterasu and Issun
Issun tried and failed to stifle a laught at Tenko's reaction. Meanwhile, the goddess in question merely gave Akira a goofy smile, tongue lolling out.
"Hey, don't look at us. Maybe the gods were just upset with her attitude. Can never tell with deities, you know?" Issun said, still lightly snickering. "Like I said before - cheer up, both of you! Relax a bit. If we're stuck here together, we might as well get along with each other. That means not flipping out at every little thing." That last bit seemed to be directed at Tenko.
Amaterasu barked in agreement.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Pit- Entrance Hall
"Huh!?" The boy was a little surprised at his wings being touched by a fellow angel.
"Oh, uh... I'm an angel. My name's Pit. who are you? Oh! And, what's a soul gear?"
The girl who died also seemed really insistent on this whole "shipper hunt" thing. Mostly because of his sister?
"I mean, I can't say I support this whole thing, but maybe violence isn't the best solution? Besides, how many people you think would actually want you and your sister date?"
"Uh..." Pit did not know how to respond to the twintailed teenager
Toko- Entrance Hall
"Oh yes, mast- Hwah!"
Toko's... self-reflecting ended with a girl screaming, snapping her back to reality and sending her onto the floor. She supposed she should just handle it like she did Hope's Peak.
Besides staying in her room and not doing anything to help her situation and.. okay, do what you should have done in Hope's Peak.
Either way, she got back up, and, seeing a girl on her knees, went over to her.
"Hey, you okay there?"
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Didn't matter how deep in her reading trance Estelle was, there was no way it could protect against such a scream. She looked over at Tenko, who had apparently had her skirt lifted up. She didn't know who did it and was well aware guys did that kind of thing, though she no idea what they got out of it. Then again there was the way she dressed. Obviously, the way to calm the situation was to inject a little logic. "Err....not to be rude but...your skirt is rather small miss. It could have been a draft...."
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Words weren't able to properly describe the hatred and disgust that Ionia felt. When Sydney had laid down the groundwork for her grand disillusionment with the continued preservation of her dignity, the nightmare conductor clenched her free fist in anger (her lil' puppet doing the same) and was this close to socking their host in the face. She stopped, as she wasn't technically the source of this horrific impropriety (probably) and because...well, she didn't feel like dying in that manner a second time.
Instead, she expressed her anger in her most fluent way. A small ensemble appeared near her of spectral, cloth-woven men in fine attire, each wielding an instrument, and began to make note of how bad she felt for everyone to hear.
Turning around to the two winged people also involved in this, she loudly asked "The both of you two, if you ever find a man who admits to that impropriety, tell me so I can properly enjoy the screams he makes when he dies! Or, better yet, just kill him yourselves! GOT IT?"