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tvtropesnoob Since: Feb, 2011
#13626: Sep 23rd 2014 at 2:14:52 AM

The part with Areal in the post isn't long enough to give her an ambiance theme, you say? Too bad, theme's too good to not use. Besides, makes my usual overly long prattle more bearable

The perimeter around the chamber remained undisturbed, the armored huntress took note; whether that was due to the influence of this spirit that Fluttershy had awoken or because of their earlier battle with the local fauna, she could not say. Something made her lean more towards the former; even when not directly in the chamber, she could feel a holy aura hanging starkly against the brooding backdrop of the ziggeraut, like a wispering remnant of her earlier chant. In the back of her mind, she wondered if it almost functioned as an Incantation. Were such magical deterrences available to the spirits of this world? If only there was more time to quench her curiosity.

Samus remained in the back of the group, in case something should spring out at them (Sazh and Kyoko had the front...and luigi she supposed), and even now after finally entering — after performing her security sweep — she preferred to remain in its doorway, between the rest of the Ziggeraut and the group. She had heard everything through Saren's Comm link (the part where he had clamped Fluttershy's mouth shut — or so she hoped that's what he had done to muffle her — had made her roll her eyes).

After giving the ghost a token scan, she leaned idly against the arch of the entrance a foot or two away from the magical girl, her current posture an odd tableau compared to her normally tight and focused guard; her arm absentmindedly holding her cannon as she observed the entity with a mixture of knowing respect and wonder, with a tinge of sadness at her current state. Her guardian instincts still were active even to other guardians, and she wished she could do her more aid than what was in her power to accomplish. She had dissipated her helmet; it felt more appropriate. Besides, she didn't want to alarm.

It seemed cruel to be left in this place, sacrificing even after death, but Samus of all people understood the drive that lead to such actions. That drive was one of the brands of those who could be definitely called the sentinels for whatever order or purpose they stood for; the pariahs, the almost destructively maniacally devoted, a literally undying dedication. A concept she had seen in others — herself (or so she liked to believe), a few of the great chozo elders, grand protectors like U-Mos, and others — and had universally respected, but it was the first time she had the honor of witnessing someone taking that concept to its logical extreme. Though a tenant she also held for herself, now that she looked upon a being that was using their afterlife to help stop evil...Samus was surprised to find herself disturbed, her feelings communicated in a sudden frown. Cruel indeed.

After a few seconds of this, she ran a hand down her hair. As usual, her role was to lay to rest someone else's burdens. Destroying the lingering evil within these halls would hopefully allow her free from her macabre task. Yet another reason to get moving, and Sayaka's state reminded her with a quick glance what the immediate priority was. She straightened and briefly compiled the new information. So the dragon was indeed important — somehow she had had a feeling it was going to be — and quite vitally so, being chained somewhere below and being made the very source of the scourge of the river. To destroy or release it, one way or another, would solve the bulk of their problems.

Before Samus could make further inquiries as to the current state of the dragon, however, Areal approached Sayaka. She immediately realized it wasn't the poison she was talking about, and she cocked her head and frowned at the anime-colour-haired girl. Her mind switched gears; was she talking about the strange...condition that she had discovered after scanning her some time back? She shot Areal a serious look before doing the same back to Sayaka. From the way Areal had put it, it Samus's attention. Now.

"What do you see, Areal?"

edited 23rd Sep '14 2:57:37 AM by tvtropesnoob

GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#13627: Sep 23rd 2014 at 3:26:03 PM

Chun-Li, Gogol Plains

"You asked for it! KIKOSHO!"

Being ignored by the Tzitzimitl, Chun-Li was able to get into a better stance and prepared to fire off a Kikosho at the Tzitzimitl's long arm which was grabbing for Leo, hoping to damage the creature with a more powerful chi attack of hers.


Sabrina, Crystal Chaos

Sabrina was scrambling for her Pokeball when she felt something, Dusknoir, grab her legs and pull her away from the ground. Struggling from being lifted into the air and having all her blood rush to her head as she was lifted upside down, Sabrina had to think quickly and attempted to use her telekinesis to try to bring the Pokeball closer to her or, failing that, try to release Alakazam from the Pokeball.

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LatverianBadger Calamity is a housewife from gacha hell Since: Jan, 2012 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
Calamity is a housewife
#13628: Sep 24th 2014 at 6:16:53 AM

Gogol Plains

"Shit!"

Leo was still on the ground as the Tzitzimil's claw came in from behind him. It wasn't going to kill him, but it was going to do some serious damage if he didn't think fast.

Thinking fast was usually one of Leo's specialties. But now...

Just seconds ago, his mind was wracked with fear over his own soul being sucked out, a feeling he'd never experienced before. This unknown shook him up, and for a while at least, it was like he was a helpless doll, waiting to be torn apart by its cruel owner.

"..."

"..."

"No...no fucking way."

It was as if Leo needed to be reminded that he'd been through worse. He smirked when he realized that.

Leo rolled over his shoulder to face the claw that was reaching out to him. With a straining bend of his wrist, he planted his palm straight on the ground, shooting up to plant a foot and a knee on the ground in a second. But there wasn't enough time to dodge. He extended the blade of his right arm and sliced in the opposite direction of the Tzitzimil's claw.

The move would probably cause his blade to be shattered. The little time he had to make the move meant his slice wasn't bent the right angle, wasn't the most effective it could've been. But it was better than taking it right in the back.

edited 24th Sep '14 6:34:37 AM by LatverianBadger

"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Rivux same old me from [a jump to the sky turns to a rider kick] Since: Aug, 2010
same old me
#13629: Sep 25th 2014 at 5:41:47 PM

Seeing Yosuke bring forth his Persona again, Owain resumed his adjusted stance and stood ready to take action against what he would do. I can't claim to understand what's going on with Yee, Owain thought to himself, And I also can't claim to be able to run circles around Yosuke forever- what if he attacks Sabrina next!? She's got her hands full enough with one ghost, another and someone toting a barrel full of knives in his coat sounds like too much for one person!

His heart set on beginning his counterattack, he stood in wait, biding his time as Yosuke and his Persona approached. He hoped that the Persona wouldn't attack in tangent with its user. As Yosuke launched his attack, Owain held his sword ready and blocked him from doing further harm. His hopes were answered positively as he retreated without attempting a second attack, and Owain jumped on the opportunity.

Dashing after the nimble teen, Owain attempted to close the distance between them and tried to slam the round pommel of his sword into the side of Yosuke's head, hoping that it would at least disorient him long enough to attempt to do something about the wires, or even give him enough room to try and knock him unconscious for the time being.

mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean
stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
huzzaaaaaaaah
#13630: Sep 28th 2014 at 7:41:29 PM

Somewhere Out There

Envy opened his eyes, back in his human form, noticing he was in a completely different place. Nana Karas' hand no longer keeping him down, he promptly made his hand grow as big as possible, bringing it down on whatever was in front of him. But, much to his chagrin, the old bitch was gone. No sign of her, of the brat, of the other fighters, even of the Tzitzitml. Just... walls. Walls, and an eternal darkness. "What the..." Envy trailed off, looking around. "No..." He muttered, running through an open spot in the wall, only to find even more walls and even more darkness.

"That bitch." He growled, clenching his fist and putting all his strength behind one single punch, aiming to create a crater big enough to destroy every single wall on his way. But, again, nothing happened. The walls didn't move, no crater was created, not even... not even a single dent was made on that blasted thing. "I'll kill her." Envy continued to growl as he delivered punch after punch to the walls, punches that would dissolve entire buildings but now could do little more than scratch the surface of the walls.

"I'll kill her." Envy mumbled after the fifteenth or so punch. "I'LL FUCKING KILL HER!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.


Dark City

Pride considered the information that had been delivered to him, his eyes staring straight through his prisoner, displaying not a sign of emotion. "A tempting offer. But how can I be so sure that you're not leading me into a trap?..." He tapped his fingers against each other, before snapping one of them, smiling. "Oh! I've got just the greatest idea." The necromancer would feel something crawling up his neck, slithering under its chin and then marching into its mouth. Although it did no harm to his insides, it was quite uncomfortable, as it felt like something was in his throat, yet, at the same time, it did not block his breathing. The feeling was similar to that of drinking water, except it never went further down.

"Here's how it'll work." Pride said. "One false move, one spell, one bad sound or sight, any sign that you are trying to trap me... and the shadows I just placed inside your throat expand, essentially piercing you from the inside. And that would hurt a lot, to put it bluntly." He walked over to the necromancer's side, tugging on his pants. "Now... let's go." With a smile, he jumped off the ledge, bringing the necromancer along with him as he aimed for the skyline in the abyss, using his shadows to slow down the descent and keep the two of them from getting injuries they couldn't ignore. "Once we get down there," He informed the prisoner. "You'll start telling me exactly what you have in your lab."

biomechtraveler Since: Apr, 2011
#13631: Oct 5th 2014 at 1:29:55 AM

Sayaka

Was it any wonder that when the ghost hovered straight for Sayaka, the blue haired girl screamed and brandished her sword- waving the magical weapon in the air in front of her. She had her back against the wall unluckily, which made her frantic back-pedaling rather pathetic.

"I-I'm going to keep my soul thank you very much"

Did like, want her soul to eat? Sayaka was pretty sure that even ghosts could get hungry and this woman in front of her would not be an exception. Late night horror movies was not helping. The wild waving stopped when the ghost came to a halt in front of her, Sayaka had the sword pointed straight at Areal.

However, the ghosts next words brought uncertainty into her grip on the weapon.

"Say what?"

The weapon faltered then clattered to the ground as Sayaka was overcome with confusion, and mixed with a certain amount of dread. Her soul was what? Her soul gem formed in the palm of her hand, glittering a soft blue. She clutched it tightly, ready to unleash it's power at the least provocation.

"What are you on about?"

Azure Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist from The World Since: Nov, 2012 Relationship Status: We finish each other's sandwiches
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
#13632: Oct 7th 2014 at 11:11:01 AM

Crystal Mayhem

New Challenger Approaches!

The attentive eye might notice as flash of purple streak towards the "corner" of the room. A lone figure in a black and purple leather outfit was crouched there out of site. It was Rider, having just been summoned to this realm. Being a Servant she was no stranger to being suddenly dimensionally displaced, but something was strange.

The Holy Grail had not given her knowledge of this place, and what's more she could still feel a connection to her Master. What ever the situation was she'd have to figure it out soon, after all Sakura might be in danger.

And there was danger here, already it seems like people were fighting. While she can't see through her blindfold, it didn't matter. Her other senses fed her all the information she'd need, including her sixth one. This place contained some kind of great energy. It would be foolish to act without a plan, so for now she observed.

I'll leave it up to the GM if Rider can tell anything else about the monsters or the Tesseract with her magic sense.

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Fusionman Since: Nov, 2009
#13633: Oct 12th 2014 at 9:57:09 PM

The Doctor looks over at Sayaka confused and concerned. "Arael. It's more than the disease isn't it? A few of our companions are infected too and you're not as concerned. What is happening with her soul? Shattered? Damaged? You speak as though she has one, so it's not removed from her. Sayaka doesn't even seem to know. Explain it for us...for her. If you have any ideas how we can help her, please let us know, Arael."

He coughs. "Of course, Arael we'll also need a bit more clarification on the dragon and why it is being forced to poison the water like this. When you're ready of course." The Doctor politely bows to Arael as if to show respect and deference to her as a source of knowledge.

Colonial1.1 Purveyor of Obscurity from The Marvelous River City (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
Purveyor of Obscurity
#13634: Oct 15th 2014 at 1:13:13 PM

Crystal Mayhem

- As Yee struggled, a pair of low, androgynous voices crackled in his ear, alternating between respectfully acknowledging and snidely dismissive.

  • Honoured elder,//can you not see?+

Black threads whispered and shrieked as they ensnared the White, trying to choke the life from it in growing masses. A fibrous, spidery hand formed in front of the ancient Remnant, its fingers fluttering and distending grotesquely to track each of the Challengers.

  • These poor//insects//deserve a lesson... They deserve//to be shown Themselves.+

A multitude of tiny points among the threads pared themselves down to needle-sharpness before entering a stabbing frenzy upon the White.

  • Honoured elder...//You are a spectator.//Watch and listen.//Enjoy your dotage.// Lamb will//slaughter lamb.


Yosuke

  • Yorooooshikuuu...+

The creature looked beyond Yosuke, at Jiraiya, somehow giving off a feeling of-why bother- bloodthirsty excitement in the shivering of its fibres. It shifted as the teenager raced forward, moving just fast enough to avoid a maiming blow, but not fast enough to avoid the severance of several dozen threads. The thing stared him in the eyes again-warrior's death-, a staticky trill of feedback assailing his ears. Owain's senseless body loosened in its grip -let him go. And then, it charged Yosuke, spinning its rifle around -you don't care- to strike the teen in the head with its stock.

Alright, nobody move. I am splitting this update into three separate posts. Crystal Mayhemites, I have not forgotten you.

edited 11th Nov '14 4:14:22 PM by Colonial1.1

"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."
Colonial1.1 Purveyor of Obscurity from The Marvelous River City (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
Purveyor of Obscurity
#13635: Oct 16th 2014 at 4:13:45 AM

Ia-Kong Ziggurat, Ritual/Apex Chamber

Saren did not dignify Sazh's remarks with a response, remaining silent and patiently (for him) waiting for the priest to continue. He listened, drawing the information he had received so far in the ongoing mission to his mind's forefront. It had indeed been suspicious that Praxidiometes (he mouthed it quietly to himself to make sure he had his tongue around the syllables) had disappeared from his chosen fiefdom without the rest of the region hearing about a struggle. The "greener pastures" suggestion had been bogus as well, seeing as the dragon lived in the environment where he would be most comfortable. The wyrm's turn explained why the place had gone silent to those in Riverrock, as well as why the local fauna had named him "Cold One." Praxidiometes had been a strong dragon, clearly Th'Urizen was much more powerful.

Saren perked up some with the mention of a new name, 'Arawn', and immediately classified it as connected to Th'Urizen, likely another agent under its orders. His attention turned to annoyance when the priest turned to concern herself with the blue-haired youth. There was something wrong with her soul. Even if Saren had seen evidence of souls and their existence throughout the multiverse (including the priest in front of him), he still normally regarded serious talk and contemplation of them as something for people which had an excess of time on their hands. What's more, she chose to do this in the middle of a situational report. It was a waste of valuable time. Though perhaps if she could be made to act quickly, she could be gotten back on track...

" ...As soon as you finish whatever rites you need to enact... kindly tell us more about this Arawn. If you can, tell us what you know about something called 'Th'Urizen'."

"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."
SullenFrog (Elder Troper) Relationship Status: I wanna know about these strangers like me
#13636: Oct 16th 2014 at 5:00:10 PM

Riverrock—Vagabond District

“Who better to be carrying around such a large amount of money?” Stalgrim asked with just a hint of wry amusement. “Don’t forget that before the plague ravaged our city we enjoyed trade from the eastern coast through the Brandt; sailors with bulging pockets and gold pieces to spend are nothing out of the ordinary here. But I digress. Stay focused.”

Beings of every size and sort walked up and down the street around Johnny, a sea of humanity and its associated races flowing through the city’s arteries. Minutes passed with agonizing slowness, forty-five of them ticking by at speeds a snail would sneer at.

A small, hunched figure in a heavy cloak brushed past Johnny none too gently. “’Scuse me,” it grumbled, slipping back into the crowd heading towards the outskirts of the city.

If Johnny were to look down, he would find that the pouch was gone. Somehow the little thief had taken it from him without making any noise whatsoever; if not for the grunted apology, he might never have noticed the presence of the waist-high pickpocket.


Gogol Plains, Burial Complex—Burial Chamber

A deep rumble of displeasure escaped the Tzitzimitl’s hag head as Leo and Chun-Li’s attacks connected with its arm, deflecting a slash that would have opened the cyborg from gullet to gizzard had it connected fully. The oily flesh of the monstrosity’s arm blackened where the ki had struck it, and Leo’s desperate, poorly-aimed attempt at a counter-slash had opened a deep gash across its outstretched palm (though the impact had nearly jarred Leo’s arm from its socket, warping his blade).

Edward’s taunt only seemed to frustrate it further, before a smile spread across the horror’s wizened face. “You wish to see my best, insect? Then let me oblige you.”

With those words the Tzitzimitl’s lower half bent its frog-like legs and jumped, launching itself backward and high into the air, where it hovered fifteen feet off the ground. The monster raised both of its freakishly long arms, weaving its hands through a series of intricate, sweeping gestures. The air immediately in front of it began to flicker and strobe, the sight of the monster briefly obscured by patches of what looked strangely like a field of stars in a night sky…

Then it thrust out its hands, fingers splayed, and spoke two words.

“Meteor Swarm.”

Four crackling spheres of rock winked into existence at its fingertips, each one two feet in diameter and seething with volatile, fiery energy. The blazing orbs hung there for a split second, and then they were in motion, each one hurtling towards its own target at great: Edward, Chun-Li, Leo, and Nana Karas. The orbs would slam into the Champions with great force if they connected, but they were not moving so fast that getting out of the way was impossible.

Whether the Champions dodged their respective meteors or not, whether the burning rocks struck warm bodies or cold, lifeless dirt, they exploded violently on impact, engulfing everything within a forty-foot radius of each rock with a raging inferno.

Nana Karas, seeing fiery doom streaking toward her, moved as quickly as her battered and brittle old bones could manage. Producing a tiny, hemispherical piece of crystal and a matching piece of gum arabic from somewhere in the folds of her tattered robes, she quickly brought them together. “Resilient s-s-s-sphere,” she said in a rush, and with a flash a globe of shimmering, impenetrable energy thirty feet in diameter winked into existence—

Not around her, but around the heavily-wounded Edwardnote .

Edward’s meteor impacted harmlessly on the orb’s surface and exploded, its fiery blast rippling across the sphere and doing no damage to the full metal alchemist within.

Nana Karas had just enough time to smile in relief before her own meteor slammed into her with bone-breaking force. Then it too exploded, and she was gone.

***

No matter how he hammered on the walls of the maze, no matter how he howled in rage, Envy’s efforts were in vain. They would not break, and would not yield to brute force.

And yet, even as he bashed the walls, a small part of the enraged Homunculus might notice that every punch and blow was sending ripples of light across the walls and floor, ripples that seemed to illuminate a path through the maze…


Marshes of Ia-Kong—River Ziggurat// Ritual Chamber

Samus’s scan of Arael’s spirit would reveal some interesting information about the ghost. For starters, the ghostly cleric wasn’t fully there in the dimensional sense; she seemed to be partly within this plane of existence and partly within another, and was dipping into the former from the latter like a stone being partially submerged into a pool of water. Her spectral form seemed to be composed of some sort of energy that the bounty hunter’s sensors couldn’t quite identify, and she seemed fractionally out of phase with the space-time continuum; this allowed her to pass through physical objects, as she demonstrated by drifting through one of the secondary altars on her way to Sayaka as if it wasn’t there.

The undead woman made no hostile movements as she hovered before Sayaka, her milky gaze shifting to the intricately wrought gem in the girl’s hand. Her expression turned sombre. “A phylactery, but unlike any I have seen before. This is worse than I feared…”

Slowly, Arael shook her head. “This is beyond my power to fix,” she said with clear regret. “I cannot undo magic of this calibre, not when I am so weak… no, even if I were alive and at my full strength I doubt I could put your soul back where it belongs.” The ghost paused. “Yet perhaps I can alleviate the damage that has been done, if only temporarily.” She held out a translucent arm. “May I have that gem, child? I will not damage it, have no fear; I wish only to try something…”

Sazh, unsure just what to make of all this, kept silent. Or tried to, at least; a dry heave of a cough put paid to that, followed by a hoarse clearing of his throat. Grimacing, the pilot swallowed down the phlegm that had gathered in his mouth. “Man, but I’ll be glad when this is over,” he muttered under his breath.

Even as he muttered this, Arael’s head turned toward Saren. “I sense your frustration, and your skepticism.” There was no judgment in her words, only patience. “You will have the information you seek, but first you must be patient; this is of more immediate concern.”

Hesitantly, Sayaka held out the Soul Gem. An invisible force took hold of the magical crystal, levitating it over to hover above Arael’s ghostly palm. Closing her eyes, the ghost brought her hands together so that the Soul Gem floated between them, its surface gleaming softly as it caught her ethereal light.

“ Eshvolem,” she whispered. “You have stood at my side these long and painful years, my lord. You have given me the strength to endure until this moment. You have done much for me, more than I deserve, but I must humbly ask that you grant unto me one last boon: please, lend me the strength to cleanse this soul of the darkness that gnaws upon it, and heal these brave beings of their afflictions…”

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. Then a pastel blue light, pale and soothing, filled the air, and the pendant around the neck of Arael’s corpse began to glow; so too did the ghostly copy of it worn by her ghost.

A beatific smile spread across her face. “You are most kind, lord,” she said in thanks. “Be healed.”

With those words the light suffused Sayaka’s Soul Gem, turning brilliant and filling the young girl’s heart with a sudden, cleansing warmth as it purged the darkness from it. Nor were the effects confined to the young girl; the light quickly spread from her Gem, blanketing the entire chamber and covering all who stood within.

Sazh straightened in surprise as the light washed over him, feeling the tightness of his lungs ease and the gunk in his throat dissolve into nothingness. It was like being hit with the strongest Curaga and Esuna spells he’d ever felt all at once. Colour and vitality returned to his skin, and his eyes were no longer sunken and bloodshot. Every last trace of the plague was purged from his system, along with all the injuries he’d accumulated since last being healed; and the other Champions were similarly purified.

The light faded then, and Arael held out her hands, telekinetically sending the Soul Gem back to its owner.


Scaled Nations—Jail

The dwarf shrugged. “Don’t know much more about ‘im than the stuff I already told you, I’m afraid,” he said, shooting an annoyed scowl in Donkey Kong’s direction. Muttering something about overgrown, pea-brained hairballs and their grooming habits under his breath, the mercenary turned his attention back to Jack. “But I do have an idea ‘bout where the lizards’re stashin’ your gear. Think it’s this way…”

And with those words the dwarf stepped out of his cell and hurried down the hall, heading in the opposite direction of the main door and deeper into the jail. If the Champions were to follow him, they would soon come across a locked storage closet with a thick wooden door; the dwarf stood in front of this door, stroking his beard as he assessed it.

“Right,” he muttered after a few seconds, at which point he backed up as far as the corridor would allow, turned into his shoulder, and charged the door—

Which promptly fell in with a deafening groan of splintered wood, landing upon the storage room floor with a deafening crash.

Dusting his hands off and seemingly no worse for the wear, the dwarf eyed the inside of the storage room. “Yep, had a feelin’ this is where they were…”

And he was right; storage racks containing numerous confiscated weapons and items lined the walls of the small chamber, including most of Link’s arsenal, Elizabeth’s book, and Jack’s sword. Ranmaru’s blade was conspicuous by its absence.

Whistling, the dwarf walked in and casually picked up a massive weapon that seemed like the bastard offspring of a halberd and a battleaxe. “There you are, Bessy,” he said, running a thumb along the axe’s edge with almost paternal affection. “These boys been treatin’ ya right?”

Shouts rang out in the distance, along with the stamping of hurried feet. Company was coming…


???—Dark City

The necromancer shot Pride an annoyed look as they slowly descended toward the skyway below. “C-c-cocky little thing, aren’t y-y-y-you. Puh-puh-perha-a-a-a-APS you sh-sh-should have a-a-a-asked me that befo-for-four juh-juh-jumping us off the le-edge. Then I could have wa-wa-warned you a-buh-bah-bout the say-yay-afeguards…”

Despite his words, the Homunculus and his prisoner reached the roof of the skybridge without incident. Once they had landed, Pride’s captive took the time to dust some of the grime from his robes before answering. “To begin-in, the lab contains my equi-whip-ment and all the materials-alls I need to conduct my m-more complicated-ated spell-sells. Also my tomes and g-grimoires-wars, the test s-s-subjects for my necromantic res-s-s-search, and my supply of m-magical i-eye-tems and weh-weapons. Things, n-naturally, that I will n-need in order to b-better serve you, m-my master.”

He paused. “If you’ll f-forgive me, m-master, I have a phil-lil-osophical-al ques-s-stion for you. Is it b-better to impose or-order on a society, or l-let it descend into-to anarchy-ee?”

The Danse Macabre Codex
GeekCodeRed Since: Sep, 2010
#13637: Oct 16th 2014 at 6:16:17 PM

Johnny - Riverrock
And there it was. After forty-five long minutes of psyching up, putting himself down, psyching up again, some angsting about the past and a few dozen idle thoughts, the star of the trap had arrived. He just like how Evening Mist had described: short, and in a cloak.

It was seriously a minor miracle they had managed to pull it off.

The little bastard called attention to his pickpocketing with the mumbled apology, and Johnny was honestly thankful for that. The little vampire had picked it up without him feeling anything. This bastard was a seriously good pickpocket.
Johnny waited a moment, letting the realisation "sink in", his eyes following the vampire all the while. Suddenly, he cried out "STOP! THIEF!", and broke into a sprint after the vampire. He kept his pace solid, aiming to keep up with the vampire while keeping the chase slow enough to allow Stalgrim to arrive.

Internally, Johnny was focusing all willpower on keeping his bowels sealed. He was chasing after a vampire, on the order of a policeman. Not exactly where he expected to be at the start of the week.

edited 16th Oct '14 6:16:32 PM by GeekCodeRed

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#13638: Oct 16th 2014 at 6:19:56 PM

Fluttershy was still confused by what Arael, but what she did pick up was that Sayaka had her soul ripped out of her body. The pony really did not understand how Sayaka could still be alive without it. Twilight once spoke about "soul jars" or something or other, but she kinda drifted off during the discussion and did not want to interrupt since it would have been rude.

The ghost then gave off a very powerful healing spell. Despite already fully healed, the pony could feel the spell was something far more powerful then the ones she could do with the White magic given by Sepikko. It even had a visual effect on Sazh, Sayaka, and Luigi! Pity the spell seemed one time use...and she had no idea what the spell did for Sayaka.

DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!
TheBigBean Wizard of science. from underground. Since: Dec, 2012
Wizard of science.
#13639: Oct 17th 2014 at 2:37:16 PM

"Of course." Edward knelt down, clapping his hands and touching the ground, trying his best to form a protective shield around him. It was midway through this process, as the shield was beginning to form, that he realized they weren't strong enough to hold back the blast. He jumped up, ready to run away, hoping he would escape the blast caused by these meteors hiting the ground when he noticed a shield erected around him. "Nana Karas, I—"

He turned around and saw that while the shield was around him, it wasn't around her. His eyes widened and his heart froze, as the alchemist helplessly held up his hand, not even bothering to look at the meteor that hit the sphere, an impressive display of fire illuminating the area around him as he started running towards her, hoping that he could do something to save her. Edward, however, had to content with the fact all he had managed to do was get a better view of Nana Karas disappearing.

The blonde alchemist remained eerily silent, until he clenched his fists and grit his teeth. Clapping his hands, he touched the ground, as the earth underneath him started to grow, turning into a giant rock fist that was growing and growing on its way towards the hovering Tzitzitml. And holding onto said fist was Edward, his automail transformed into a blade, murder in his eyes. The fist stopped not too far from Tzitzitml, physics doing its part and launching Edward into the air. Maneuvering himself, he tried to land on top of the monster, ready to stab her head- or what he thought was her head- with all the strength he could muster.

Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
huzzaaaaaaaah
#13640: Oct 17th 2014 at 4:08:01 PM

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Pride glared at the man, raising an eyebrow. "I have lived for thousands of years, more than you ever will. I know a trap when I see one." He said, forcing the man to walk in front of him as he lead them to his lab. "Once I'm inside the lab, then you will have your answer. But until then, keep your mouth shut and do as I ordered."


??? [2]

Envy continued to beat the wall senseless, and he only stopped a few minutes later, when his mind finally saw the ripples of light. Panting and still pissed off his mind, Envy stomped his way through the path illuminated by the ripples, kicking and punching the walls anytime he got lost.

LatverianBadger Calamity is a housewife from gacha hell Since: Jan, 2012 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
Calamity is a housewife
#13641: Oct 18th 2014 at 12:18:57 AM

Gogol Plains, Burial Complex

A loud crack came screeching out as Leo made hi last-ditch effort slash. Though he placed an impressive gash onto the Tzitzimil, the force of the blow nearly took his own arm off.

Standing back up, clutching his right arm which now hung loose and limp, it's blade just about hanging on by a few inches.

"Good job Leo, you just escaped death by the skin of your teeth."

Then the meteors came.

"Now do it again, if you will."

These flying rocks were slow. Leo easily jumped out of the way. But he wasn't out of the woods yet, as the impact of the meteors sent out a mighty blast.

Leo would've been a goner; had he not landed conveniently within range of Nana Karas' final spell. As the blue sphere rippled around him, he only managed a brief glance at the group's savior.

Soldiers fought and died in battle all the time. Police did as well. In Leo's day and age...death was a part of daily life.

But it wasn't every day that someone else decided to take a bullet meant for you.

As the inferno faded and so did the barrier that protected them from it, Leo closed his eyes, his face oddly serene. He couldn't say he believed in a God, but as long as there was one out there, Leo prayed that Nana Karas would rest in peace.

"..."

"You're starting to test me, Tzitzimil."

Edward was not alone in his charge. At an unbelievable speed, Leo sprinted forward towards the Tzitzimil's left side. With his still intact left arm, he released his blade and attempted to cut it through the beast's side. Without a good right arm to support him, regaining balance after such a maneuver would be difficult.

"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#13642: Oct 18th 2014 at 2:44:36 AM

Chun-Li, Gogol Plains

Chun-Li jumped back as a meteor nearly smashed right into her, and as luck would have it she fell within Nana Karas' Resilient Sphere thankfully protected from the raging inferno... But at the cost of Nana Karas' life.

Chun-Li looked utterly angry, but the decision was made quickly. She had to kill this creature now before others die.

"KIKOSHO!!!"

Chun-Li yelled out as she concentrated her chi into a single piercing attack. Edward went for the head. Leo went for the good arm. Chun-Li, however, went straight for the creature's chest... and she wasn't going to stop firing until either the Tzitzimil was dead or she was. To spam a powerful technique as the Kikosho as she was now doing was to invite death since it could end up drawing from essential life energy instead of merely excess life energy. This creature had to die and it had to die now regardless of anyone's life, even her own.

edited 18th Oct '14 2:45:08 AM by GameGuruGG

Wizard Needs Food Badly
RedCedar The Mighty Pen from Elsewhere Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Buried in snow, waiting for spring
The Mighty Pen
#13643: Oct 19th 2014 at 12:26:58 AM

Jack entered the storage chamber just behind the dwarf, and his heart leapt to see the blade of his ancestors, safe and waiting for him. Quickly crossing over, he picked up the sword and slid it back into his belt. He never did feel quite right without it. But, as he had expected, the guards would be here soon and they needed a way to avoid more bloodshed. Even a single accidental death would ruin whatever goodwill and trust they had earned from the shaman. The samurai's mind was already shifting into a tactician's viewpoint.

"We must escape at once, before they catch us," he said in the quiet shout of command. "And we must do it without killing or all that we've learned is useless." He looked to the dwarf.

"What is above us right now?" he asked, "If we cut or blasted through a ceiling or wall, could we escape that way? Also, these supplies, could we use any of them to disable the guards or allow us to do so without any deaths?"

Then he looked to the others.

"If anyone has a way out, speak now, quickly! Someone, wedge or bar the main door, now! We need more time!"

Suiting action to words, he drew his sword, rushed for the still-closed entrance to the prison and looked to see which way it opened and if it had a knob or a handle, then tested it to see if it was locked. They had only seconds to spare and his first attempt at barring entry had to succeed. He hoped that someone was doing as he commanded, but he knew better than most the difficulty of getting a diverse group to work together on a moment's notice.

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
troydenite Since: Mar, 2011
#13644: Oct 20th 2014 at 4:55:50 AM

Kyoko; Ritual Chamber

Oh sure, there was a big old ruckus about the rookie. There always was. Kyoko didn't care to interrupt, so she simply folded her arms and leaned back, looking smug.

Phylactery, smylactery. What did a dead chick know about Soul Gems, anyway?

Having shoved Arael's claims to the metaphorical wayside, Kyoko smirked as the wave of healing light washed over her. She didn't feel much of anything, only a faint tingle - probably because a) she wasn't horribly ill b) she wasn't horribly injured. And she was perfectly fine with that.

"Congrats, rookie, you got yourself a free Soul Gem cleanout. That's one less Witch you hafta kill. Or one less visit to that old geezer, take your pick. Me, I'd choose the first one any day."

She grinned, and tapped her spear on the ground. It seemed she wasn't going to ask for any favors.

"So, are we gonna get going?"


Link; Scaled Nations Jail

Link walked without burden or pain, but many things still weighed on him. The discomforting vision, the memory of his failure, even the muddled incoherence of the last thirty minutes. Though he was truly thankful, the goddess's healing had done nothing to dispel the turmoil in his heart.

His mission was clear; both Vyraiah and the Golden Goddesses willed it. He was to stop Shinuaq'tan and the cold Karkarantharas. He was to aid his comrades in the prevention of war, save two races from mutual destruction. But the mission was so clear-cut as to be razor-sharp. It stabbed his conscience.

He had seen the vision. All Shinuaq'tan had wanted to do was protect his people. That same thing was all Link of Ordon had ever wanted. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn the shaman into some faceless evil. He was afraid of what might happen if he did.

No, he told himself. Shinuaq'tan wasn't faceless. No-one ever was. Faceless evil was the demonic darkness that had killed Selim, ripped him apart, screaming -

There was a splintering crash. His nails dug into his palms, galvanising him with the pain. Blue eyes burning, Link stepped through the broken door and into the armory.

Action before emotion. Don't think too much. You aren't a philosopher. You're just a simple goatherd. Don't think too much.

The strapless Hylian Shield went into his enchanted pouch, weightless and formless the moment it entered. The Mirror Shield took its place on his back, gleaming even in the meagre, dusty light. As he gripped the Master Sword, an indescribable thrill went through him. He hadn't realised it until now, but being apart from it had been like severing a nerve.

The incoming footsteps spun him around. Spurred on by Jack's brisk orders, Link complied with the first thing on hand. Grasping a great rack filled with axes and polearms, he swung it around like a weaver's loom and shoved it against the open doorframe, weapon-heads bristling outwards in a formidable wall. Then he wedged the Blade of Evil's Bane against the makeshift barricade and put his full weight behind it.

The sword could not break, and he had the strength of many men. It would be hard to wrest entrance.

edited 20th Oct '14 5:02:45 AM by troydenite

Chabal2 Since: Jan, 2010
#13645: Oct 20th 2014 at 10:03:55 AM

Gnurk?

-Donkey Kong wonders why the man with the funny hair is trying to stop him, then hears a loud noise as the short man breaks a door. Perhaps his tie is in there?-

-After a short examination, the ape is still without his tie. Then hearing noises and seeing the others take up unmistakeable combat positions, he swings his arm in a tight circle, preparing a devastating blow.-

UdtheImp from Stamford, CT (Series 2) Relationship Status: The Skitty to my Wailord
#13646: Oct 20th 2014 at 10:52:11 AM

"What in Tartarus are you talking about?" Fluttershy angrily said to Kyoko. "And aren't you the least bit concerned about Sayaka and her soul?! At the very least because whatever is going with her also applies to you!" It was pretty clear to everyone that the meaner Magical Girl was severely grating on the pony's patience.

DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!
biomechtraveler Since: Apr, 2011
#13647: Oct 21st 2014 at 9:01:03 PM

Sayaka

The blue haired magical girl honestly had no idea what the ghost was talking about. She seemed nice and everyone else trusted her. It was incentive enough to let the ghost handle her soul gem, after all, she seemed to want to do something about it. Perhaps she could cleanse it? The old man back in the crystal city could so....why not?

But the Ghost had done more than clean her soul gem. She had also managed to heal everyone in the room of the plague. Still, the biggest boon was her now clean soul gem: it was getting dirty after all those skirmishes she had tangled herself into. Sayaka had to admit, the dimming light had whispered fear into her, that she might run out of magic when they brought down the big bad of this world. But now, her heart was warm and her magic was replenished; all that about the ghost's magic being not of enough caliber went over head, along with all those hints that there was something wrong with her soul- she might ask about it later...or just forget completely.

"Thanks".

Sayaka smiled up at the floating ghost. Okay, so not all spectral bodies were evil and out to possess you, she had to concede that point. This one was trustworthy and good enough to be a friend in a time of need. After all, it felt damn good to not have the plague: her head felt clear and all those pains wracking her body had slipped away.

In fact, Sayaka thought as she rubbed the surface of her sapphire pearl, she felt as if she had just awoken from a most refreshing nap. The weather was good and there was an adventure at hand. Kyouko's snark and the subsequent uproar that followed were ignored: there was no point in doing something that will surely ruin the moment.

"Will you guys shut your traps?" She snapped at Kyouko and Fluttershy.

Sayaka squeezed her soul gem and felt the magic rush into her. Magic wrapped around her in a cocoon before she burst out of it, back in magical girl uniform.

"So, what do we do now?"

edited 21st Oct '14 9:01:53 PM by biomechtraveler

desdendelle Hooded Crow from Land of Milk and Honey (Sergeant) Relationship Status: Hiding
Hooded Crow
#13648: Oct 23rd 2014 at 5:11:00 PM

The Scaled Nations — Jail

Ranmaru didn't expect his sword to be in the armoury. He quickly inspected the rest of the weapons and grabbed the nearest sword that didn't belong to his companions. He swung it around once, then turned to listen to Jack. “Alas, I have no knowledge of this place,” the page said, his face composed and stoic once again. “I shall stand fast against our pursuers.”
He joined Link near the makeshift barricade, gripped his loaned blade with both hands and crouched in a ready stand. “Come what may, I will send it to meet its gods!”

On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.
Colonial1.1 Purveyor of Obscurity from The Marvelous River City (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
Purveyor of Obscurity
#13649: Oct 28th 2014 at 8:45:40 AM

Crystal Mayhem- Dusknoir

As the Ghost-type Pokemon grabbed hold of it, he would feel the weight and texture of theu entity. It did not feel like a human. Oh, it had the slightly coarse and tough fabric texture similar to that of a police officer's uniform, but the fabric itself moved like every strand of it was alive. It wriggled and undulated against Dusknoir like thousands of tiny worms. In terms of weight, the entity had more in common with an oversized paper doll than any fleshly thing.

With such close proximity, the thing only had to lean its head forward to be inches away from Dusknoir's face. Here the Pokemon would see eye-to-voids with the entity. The perfect circles of blackness stared into Dusknoir's essence. Something empty and thirsty and trapped, endless and rotten...

The fibers whispered, and then Dusknoir would become aware of a new sensation: agony. Piercing, puncturing, burrowing, unrelenting pain, such that nothing the Pokemon had ever experienced before came close. For every square centimeter of his form, a needle-pointed tendril dug into him. The only area left untouched was his eye, but even there, the threads wormed their way into his head. The entity stared on, one fibrous appendage reaching back for the trench spike...


Crystal Mayhem: Rider

To be blind in the Common Room at that moment was no great mercy. In fact, the creature once called Medusa would find that her other senses worked against her here. A strange full-body prickling sensation followed by an odd woolen feeling about the ears preceded the sensory flood. Constant music assailed her, slightly grainy trumpeting wailed from no discernable direction, followed now by the beat of a snare drum and a cheerful and sprightly fife. Endless whispers in an infinite myriad of tones and languages blended with the rustling of a million threads to produce an effect somewhere between being surrounded by a cloud of flies and stepping into a beehive. Her nose registered the stench of fear and adrenaline make it past the overpowering scents of boot polish, leather, and freshly cleaned uniforms (and was that the coppery-iron tang of blood in the air?). Her skin itched and prickled uncomfortably, even beneath her clothes. Even her sense of magic was affected, just barely catching glimpses of willful magic through what seemed like a particle cloud magical dead zone. These clouds appeared more concentrated around the brief glimmers of magic... and quickly gathering around herself.

Without warning, a voice whispered in her left ear. It was a snide and androgynous voice which held a hint of aristocratic bearing, distorted as though by an echoing distance despite its proximity, and it spoke in perfect Greek as Rider had known it millennia ago.

  • {{Helot. Murderer. Madwoman. You will lose your head again...and again... and again...}}+

Her eyes began to itch under the blindfold...

"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."
StephanReiken Since: May, 2010
#13650: Oct 28th 2014 at 9:01:49 AM

The world became pain as Dusknoir struggled to help Sabrina. He couldn't think for a while, but stare as the tendrils went for the weapon again. Each moment seemed like an eternity as the pain continued on and nearly his entire body was pierced. Was his effort actually about to do something and this.. thing had to react to stop him? He couldn't act with the pain throughout, but he had just experienced universal pain earlier, did this top it? The fight or flight reflex kicked in and with no escape route, he could only watch in agony as his death came. "Master.. Dialga.."


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