Odin and Serena watched the battle going on between those they had chosen to be their agent in the field today, though Serena had a lot more to personally lose given Kyle's relation to her.
However, given what she had done to empower him, she felt there was little to worry about.
Odin, however, remained calm and confident in his pawn's ability to defeat Serena's Knight.
She demanded as the two of them clashed again and again in the arena, "I know you, Magic God. You wouldn't put your faith in one of Streiss' little friends if you weren't absolutely sure...there's more to that one..."
She gestured toward the auburn haired young man currently fighting for his life on the word of his six time enemy, "...Than a split personality and some fancy knife work."
Odin chuckled and nodded, he wasn't that affected by being found out, if only because this meant he could explain exactly why Liam would kill Kyle, "Well, I myself was a little surprised to see that in such a person."
Liam watched as the two knives were sent sprawling out of both combatant's hands due to a particularly intense clash, and Kyle immediately prepared his hands for what he thought was the finishing blow.
The enemy was cursed with the touch of death, and on top of that, Odin had told him that Kyle had been Turned and amplified with Superbia. He knew why he had been chosen, he just...didn't want to admit it.
Liam met his opponent head on, clasping hands with death, at first nothing showed, no grand display of power, yet he remained pristine, unaffected, no decay nor degradation.
Odin smirked slightly wider at the gasp of realization on Serena's face - he finally had her, after all these years. She looked down at Liam, trying to match his face to one she remembered if barely, "...No...he's...that one couldn't be less worthy of that power. It wouldn't choose him. You're lying, your proxy is going to die, and then you will, too, Brunn Son of Bor."
Odin brought his hands together in front of him, and relaxed his smirk into a calm, simple smile, "Oh, but it did..."
A bright red glow started to show off of Liam, bright red strings were nothing unusual - they were a manifestation of his Spell Core, after all, but there was a trailing golden glow, along the red strings as Liam made his display.
Kyle realized what was going on, and tried to beg his old friend and comrade, "...L-Liam...no! No! Please, this...anything but this!"
Odin spoke loud over the fighting as Kyle realized what this was going to do to him, "Serena, you overplayed your hand. You were so confident Liam was nothing but a child in the grand scheme of things you neglected to even look him over deeper. And hence, your man is undone by your own arrogance."
Liam remained silent however, he felt no triumph in this display. Regalia deployed, counter-attacked, and in one instant, his red strings and the golden power of Regalia reversed Kyle's Touch of Death back on him - one minute the rival was standing there, the next a bright flash of red and gold reduced him to ash.
Liam looked down at what used to be a friend and comrade, "...Hope you're happy, Odin. Because I won't be for quite a while."
Serena shrieked in emotional anguish and vanished into a plume of Superbia's Darkness, gone from the field.
Odin considered everything - and he realized not even he was capable of truly seeing this as a joyous triumph. He won, certainly. But there was no joy now - there was joy earlier, in battle, in matching wits with Serena. But this? There was...nothing.
Liam nodded, wistfully noting, "You...almost sound human, now."
Odin chuckled lightly and replied, "Heh...maybe. Even I was human once." And then he too was gone.
edited 11th Jun '15 10:13:10 AM by NickTheSwing
And God took clay and he made man.
And man opened his eyes and saw.
And man spoke and said,
“I’m going to f*ck that”
And God wept at his creation.
edited 13th Jun '15 12:12:50 AM by DarkbloodCarnagefang
Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.made my night.
Edited by dvorak on Apr 27th 2020 at 3:00:06 AM
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!One of them whispered to the main general, "Plans, sir? There are unexpected pockets of resistance. Perhaps we should apply force in those areas..."
"Ah, send in the Magic God Potentials." He then laughed and sat down, deciding he wanted to watch this.
"...Don't you think that's overkill?"
"Overkill? If I can't watch trained soldiers get tossed around by tweens who wield the power of gods, why am I even a general?" The main general started sipping at some orange juice.
"You are horrible." The secondary general retorted. He watched as Carbo and Protes apparently got into a tug of war with a tank. "...you think we should admonish them to get the job done quicker?"
"They look like they're having fun. Why should we interfere?"
edited 16th Jun '15 11:33:10 PM by NickTheSwing
Context: The character is talking to a friend who's treating their accidentally self inflicted wounds and is bleeding quite a bit.
Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.The 22 year old disguised as a teen / second in command of Althing smirked, "And how'd you know that, wonderboy?"
"Well, you always were kinda high school evil. You dumped Jackson when he got the cold that summer, and you spiked the chess team's drinks. I mean I had you pegged for some kind of recurring high school antagonist, but second in command of Althing? Really?"
Lisanne blushed a little, "Its...less about me than you think. Its more about Odin. I think I'm in love...again."
Matthew simply gestured, motioning toward a trash can, "And you made me want to vomit. Congratulations - I just got done running around dealing with two wannabe slasher flick villains and what you just said was sicker, wronger and more disgusting than anything I saw in this house."
"He's not as old as he looks! He's a Magic God, they shape shift..."
Matthew simply responded in deadpan, "I think that only makes it worse - how many of my school friends are secretly millenia old bored immortals? How many of them are Cullening the local girls? I do NOT want to be subjected to Fifty Shades of Zeus."
"I don't need to take this from an up-jumped jock. Goodbye." And so Lisanne walked out the door and made a point of slamming it behind her.
"...Wow, that's the first time my wisecracking defeated someone..." Matthew made a note to clean this house up - most likely Jack's parents would kill him if they came home to see their house had been used for some sort of new Scream movie.
edited 7th Aug '15 11:00:08 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!Choose to run. Choose to be a fuckup. Choose the only other way out. Choose to join up. Choose being shipped out to a galaxy that shouldn't even exist, but does. Choose being trapped in a box in space when you haven't even seen the sea before. Choose endless fucking training, over and over. Choose learning that you aren't even fucking real. Choose future-shock leaving you crying in a ball. Choose to man up. Choose to embrace the madness of it all. Choose the second family that is your squad. Choose truly fucking epic shore leave. Choose being prodded awake by C-Sec with scotch in one hand and an alien bird on the other. Choose deployment. Choose from the greatest array of weapons ever assembled. Choose a CO that's practically a god. Choose the finest force, military or otherwise, ever assembled. Choose an absolute clusterfuck. Choose being stuck in a different reality for six fucking months because the engineers can't make a decent fucking portal generator. Choose fighting things you have no right to even think about. Choose to leave weapons unfired because the targets are literally not worth the ammunition. Choose watching your squad die right before you make it back to base. Choose that godawful red and cream dropsuit. Choose wearing it for the rest of your life, or until you chicken out. Choose to die, screaming your fury, on some backwater planet in a reality that is not your own.
Choose the best job you'll ever have.
Choose the Ordo Explorator.
Question not my madness, lest ye join me in it.One of the sprites picks part of the glasses and seems confused, taking the glass to Aya, who scanned it. She was shocked. "This... these glasses... Autumn Glass..." Several people were confused, but the ones with knowledge on chemistry were all the more baffled.
"For those who know jack shit..." Shiro/Sigma spoke, with his familiar but now unsettling confident tone. "That material has the same refractive index as air, making the glasses totally useless. It barely makes any augmentation and a subtle polarizing on the inside gives the impression of it being made of regular glass." He looks at his paretns, who were currently having an identity crisis. He had to lie to them to keep the charade. "I'm sorry your son didn't make it and I apologize for taking his identity to protect myself." Tears rolling, sad hug, cries to the sky... perfect. He looks back on the baddies, drawing his lance from the ground, teasing them with a cocky smile and a mocking tone. "I hope you had enjoyed your grasp on the world, but prophecy says I have to destroy your butts off. No hard feelings, but..." His smirk becomes more serious as he gets on a fighting stance. "You just jumped into the Sigma Zone."
Sigma is not real, Shiro didn't die. Shiro just got an accidental makeover (basically just got hit by a laser in his eyes that corrected his vision and got a set of chemicals dumped on him that changed his hair color and skin tone and has to disguise his changes (wig, fake glasses, not showing much of his skin) so he would still be Shiro and tfrom people who think he's The Chosen One, The Lost Prince prophesied to save the world... but the prophecies involving lost princes are all fake, made by a madman (The Darkness from above) who also created the supernatural stuff of the world. When Shiro finds out while looking for the real princes, he decides to run with it and takes the role of the princes, connecting all the prophecies/lies into a large pool of bullshitting, in order to stop the madman from taking over the world. It will work pretty much too well and he ends up enforcing the prophecy to the point it becomes true.
edited 19th Jun '15 7:40:55 AM by RESP
HALOLA PEEPUHL!! HOWAYAAAAAAAAAA?!!Now with mood-music!
edited 10th Mar '16 12:56:08 AM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!edited 20th Jun '15 10:27:28 PM by KillerClowns
A friend of mine has just discovered the ruleset for Princess The Hopeful, and now we're tossing around potentially hilarious concepts for animal companions. They have opposable thumbs and human-level intelligence. And there's no rule saying that they have to be small and cuddly...
edited 20th Jun '15 10:50:06 PM by SabresEdge
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.Jillian: "I'm the kind of person who grabs life by the balls, and doesn't fucking let go until nothing is left but a fine pulp."
edited 26th Jun '15 7:00:17 AM by KillerClowns
"Y'know how the song is called 'Villain (Stage Left)'? That's because I'm the villain, and it's time for you to exit stage left!"
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor HebertPitts cackled, “Do you think we’d do that? Has that worked for anyone, do you think?” He picked up his shotgun and pressed it to Margaret’s head. “Now, hand over the blade or the girl gets it.”
The girl snarled, “Gets what? Free candy? Mr. Texas, I do have to say you’re a piece of illiterate, unoriginal, sweaty, and smelly cow poop.”
Pitts wrinkled his nose at her comment. “What did you say, girlie?”
“Ok, as my daddy would say, you’re a piece of sh-”
edited 3rd Jul '15 11:38:36 AM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!Elder Scrolls fanfic where speaking character is a wood elf who takes very strongly after the Green Pact An agreement between the Bosmer and a forest good. Also a Lorax reference.
edited 4th Jul '15 12:33:28 AM by DarkbloodCarnagefang
Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.From over in The Gundam Thread.
"I've spent the past five years trying very, very hard to keep a low profile, and now there is a dead guy on my living room floor and an elf sitting at my kitchen table, eating my cereal and wearing one of my t-shirts. I am pretty damned far from okay right now."
"M'jen'ek."
"... Sweetie, we've been over this. I don't speak Elvish, so I have no idea what in the Nine Hells you're saying..."
"I don't think she speaks Common..."
"*sigh*"
edited 7th Jul '15 3:46:44 PM by StrixObscuro
By now, it should be clear to all except the most dense of us that sheep are secretly conspiring to kill us all and steal our pants.I'm tempted to make this character a major one after writing this one line for him. I can't, it would make absolutely no sense, but so it goes.
Oh, and by the way, the context: Sigmund's personal chef, about to substitute some extraterrestrial fruits (known to be edible and safe) in a dish.
edited 10th Jul '15 6:48:44 PM by KillerClowns
Nice!
Villain then proceeds to decipher the literal life signal from a Not Quite Dead ancient artifact through manual Fourier analysis and crack it open with timed shocks from a cattle prod while lecturing everyone else in the room on its origin.
Echoing hymn of my fellow passerine | Art blog (under construction)Do not taunt Happy Fun Tank.
The tank swung right, left track reversed, right track running forward, and centered itself on the makeshift barricade. Then it churned forward, picking up speed quickly. The sixty-ton armored behemoth wasn't as slow as it looked. Asphalt sprayed off the tracks. Machine gun and rifle fire pinged off the turret and hull, and a second LAW shot out; it missed in the gunner's panic. A second later the 61A3 hit the makeshift barricade doing better than fifty kilometers an hour.
It wasn't much of a contest. The tank barely noticed the barricade in fact, crushing or scattering the cars before it as easily as it did the the infantry. Inside the armor, the noise was noticeable, but not loud. No audible screams. "Pull us back slow." Jeannette said, popping her hatch and manning the 12.7 for a few bursts, but the remaining Zeke infantry had no stomach for a fight after seeing the tank crush nearly a whole squad under it. They ran fast.
Been reading Blood Meridian, which has been an influence on this project—not least in its approach to punctuation.
edited 10th Jun '15 4:42:44 PM by SabresEdge
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.