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Cybersbe Jedi of the Old Republic from Somewhere over the rainbow Since: Aug, 2014 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
Jedi of the Old Republic
#13801: Feb 24th 2015 at 8:39:09 PM

As a reploid, Zero had no need for food or drink, so he passed. He mostly stood off to the side, listening in on the others' conversations, and waiting for whatever was going to be shown on the screen.

What is this "signature" of which people speak?
Katarsus Annoyed Mode: ON Since: Sep, 2014 Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Annoyed Mode: ON
#13802: Feb 24th 2015 at 8:44:39 PM

Lune - Kind of bored

Lune limited herself to eat her popcorn for a while, munching almost apathetically while she stared at the bag in front of her. She didn't pay much attention to Junko's staring, or her conversation with Sabrina, but she did note the fact that the gym leader was making her popcorn levitate. Excalibur's comment finally brought her attention to what was being said, as the faceless humanoid asked about some infestation and some "arcane codices" she wasn't familiar with.

"I don't think anyone in this room is familiar with that," the devil noted, without even bothering to look away from her bag. "Seeing that we aren't even familiar with who or what you actually are, or where you come from. Speaking of which..." her eyes her eyes finally moved on to Junko and Sabrina. "You two are humans too, right? Just checking."

GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#13803: Feb 24th 2015 at 9:18:15 PM

Sabrina

"I am a human, just psychic," Sabrina explained to Junko and Lune. "I know telekinesis and telepathy."

"As for being a Gym Leader, I train Psychic Pokemon," Sabrina continued her explanation, releasing Alakazam from his Pokeball.

"Kazam!" Alakazam exclaimed, happy the fight he and Sabrina were in was over. Sabrina patted Alakazam, trying to confort him and herself after the harrowing battle they were in.

Wizard Needs Food Badly
lightdarkhero250 Quad Optometrist from Somewhere Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
#13804: Feb 26th 2015 at 5:07:27 AM

When Lune joined the conversation, asking the two other girls about their humanity, Junko took a brief moment to wonder; the horned girl seemed to imply that she was human as well. It was strange, but at the same time, it wasn't like the fashionista had any evidence of her being anything more than that, nor did it really matter to bring up at this point.

"Well, I'm definitely 100% pure human! No special abilities whatsoever!" Junko answered ecstatically.

"...I do got one thing going for me, but it doesn't really matter, in the long run. Especially not here."

Sabrina then released some sort of orange, man-like creature from what looked like a red-and-white ball. This must have been a 'Pokemon', as she called it.

"Sooo....movie star, psychic and you got weird animals that you can keep in balls? What kind of world do you live in?!"

Needless to say, Junko was only getting more and more interested in the Psychic Gym Leader...

edited 26th Feb '15 5:11:41 AM by lightdarkhero250

I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#13805: Feb 27th 2015 at 5:18:53 PM

Sabrina

"Well, it's just a normal world to me," Sabrina began, not really sure how to react to Junko's question. "I am one of the best Pokemon Trainers in my region, though."

"I didn't have any chance to bring any other Pokemon than Alakazam, though," Sabrina had the cinema shape some Pokemon food for Alakazam which she then gave to Alakazam, who began eating it.

Wizard Needs Food Badly
Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
huzzaaaaaaaah
#13806: Feb 27th 2015 at 6:50:50 PM

"No, really, that is just amazing." Archer said from behind his bar, mixing a bunch of drinks without even looking at them. "But don't mind me, it's not like I'm an international super spy who has affected world events. Oh wait, yes, I am! Do you like the fact you don't live in a war zone and/or fight for the last strands of oil in the middle of a nuclear winter?" He asked out loud, moving to the couch before taking a huge sip of his drink. "Thank the globalized economy... and me."

Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
huzzaaaaaaaah
#13807: Feb 27th 2015 at 7:24:21 PM


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lightdarkhero250 Quad Optometrist from Somewhere Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
#13808: Feb 27th 2015 at 8:37:36 PM

"Ummmmm. One, You're a super spy? Does that mean the whole 'cripplingly alcoholic' thing is a cover or does your world just have low standards for that kind of thing? Two, why should we thank you for like, anything? You probably come from a completely different universe. Ergo, whatever you did back home is kinda pointless here, don't ya think?" Junko coldly shot a reply at the supposed 'secret agent'. Although she was sure the man's ego was surely too massive for such a remark to damage him, it might at least stump him for a moment.

While she did want to say some...disturbingly ironic remarks about how 'well' he's saved her version of Earth, she didn't feel it would be appropriate to play such a card so early on in the game.

edited 27th Feb '15 8:48:49 PM by lightdarkhero250

I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Katarsus Annoyed Mode: ON Since: Sep, 2014 Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Annoyed Mode: ON
#13809: Feb 27th 2015 at 9:47:17 PM

Lune stared at Alakazam for a few seconds, before her attention went back to the talking girls. She was far more interested in Sabrina's psychic powers and the "unimportant thing" Junko decided to mention but not reveal, and even the pokemon's container had more priority on her list than the creature itself, as she thought it was impressive that the Psychic Gym Trainer could transport a living being inside that tiny sphere without it suffocating.

Suddenly, Archer started boasting about how he was a super spy that had changed the fate of the world and claiming that everyone should be thanking him for that, which made the devil subconsciously crush the popcorn in her hand. However, a small idea suddenly popped up in her head, and her frown slowly turned into a smirk. It was time for her to have some fun with this human.

"It's a shame you're here drinking, then," the green-haired girl noted, making a little pause to eat bits of popcorn she was holding in her hand. "Guess the world's completely screwed now that you're gone."

GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#13810: Feb 28th 2015 at 1:53:45 AM

Sabrina

Sabrina used telekinesis to float one of Archer's alcohol drinks over to her to look closer at it. Sabrina then raised an eyebrow at Archer.

"You drink this stuff?" Sabrina asked Archer before shaking her head and floating the alcoholic drink back to where it originally.

Wizard Needs Food Badly
biomechtraveler Since: Apr, 2011
#13811: Mar 3rd 2015 at 4:58:47 AM

Sayaka

The blue-haired magical girl covered her ears and pressed herself against the stalactite as the room shook from the rage of the dragon. Gritting her teeth, Sayaka held herself together as bits of rock and debris rained down; her concentration eaten up just so she could keep her hands from shaking.

"How the hell are we going to-"

She risked a peek round the corner before immediately regretting the decision as she was met by a face full of dirt. However, that peek was not in vain and Sayaka thought she saw something interesting. Gritting her teeth as much as her courage, she risked another look through the flying dirt and chaos; and sure enough she could see a rather depleted Praxi-o-thingy. He was a far shot from the seemingly indestructible final boss he was introduced as: wings down, serious damage to the body, not so good in the head.

He was also in the process of ripping into Samus.

Now if there was something to kick Sayaka back into action it was the sight of one her friends getting mauled. To hell with planning and all the rest: Samus was getting a beating and for that, Sayaka was going to plant the dragon six feet under. For a moment, the insanity of the idea whispered to Sayaka's cognitive functions. She told it to sit down and watch.

But something of the severity of the situation did reach her, causing Sayaka to pause before the charge and breath, focus, prepare. The scent of the musty earth mixed with a thousand other odors infected her nose as she took a deep breath in.

Not all the odors were pleasant but what the hell, that wasn't a problem.

"Alright, let's do this!"

The stalactite shattered, giving way to a sapphire streak that sailed through the air, white cape billowing madly behind. In a flash of silver Sayaka drew her sword- both of her swords; and her knuckles grew white as she held them. This was it, she gritted her teeth and attacked.

Like a needle mounted on a rocket, Sayaka barreled into the back of the undead dragon. Compared to the beast she was insignificant, her blades even more so; but even as the sting of an ant can hurt, so could Sayaka's blades pack a bite. Their magically woven steel did not shatter upon contact with the Dragon's scales but instead lived to bite again. Now that the armour had begun to fade, her blades ripped into the undead skin with relish; weaving between the shield like scales to tear at whatever flesh lay beneath.

Like an enraged flea, Sayaka launched her attack upwards, following the monster's spine. Many times she bounced off and struck a stalactite but within seconds she was reorientated and back for more. Ducking and weaving between the thrashings of Parxidiometes, Sayaka allowed her speed to carry her attack to whatever end.

edited 3rd Mar '15 5:09:23 AM by biomechtraveler

UdtheImp from Stamford, CT (Series 2) Relationship Status: The Skitty to my Wailord
#13812: Mar 3rd 2015 at 2:05:33 PM

Fluttershy bit her lip. On the one hand, she really wanted to at least fly out there and attempt to use the Stare on the dragon, but the others were clearly concerned for her safety and did not want her going out there. She was clearly conflicted over whether to stay in cover or to go.

But then the dragon started thrashing about wildly, upchucking giant rocks and trampling the ground every which way. Fluttershy moved out of the way to dodged and threw up a shield to block incoming debris, and went to save Kyoko again. However, with the way the dragon was going about the shield would probably not last long, and the frequency of incoming debris left the chances of the teenager being rescued was very slim.....

edited 3rd Mar '15 2:19:22 PM by UdtheImp

DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!
Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
huzzaaaaaaaah
#13813: Mar 4th 2015 at 6:47:21 AM

"Hey, hey!" Archer slapped Sabrina's hand away from his drinks, even if she wasn't specifically reaching for them. "No touching the merchandise. And for your information, no, I'm not the only super spy out there. Although I am pretty sure that with my disappearance, the chances of Krieger accidentally turning everyone in the world into a freaky lizard mutant have increased tenfold." He looked around, as his eyes eventually settled on the screen. "Hey, put on something funny. Smokey and the Bandit!"

tvtropesnoob Since: Feb, 2011
#13814: Mar 4th 2015 at 8:11:44 PM

The missile struck true, it's ring of victory easily audible across the chamber to Samus. Though she was worried about Kyoko, it was not a dullant to her sense, and she immediately turned back to the dragon and prepared to move for its inevitable counter attack.

Unfortunately, as it set its murderous sights onto her, she realized a rather grave tactical error she had made. Eyes widening, she realized she truly was hampered by her inexperience in working with a close group as she wheeled to Kyoko, Fluttershty having already moved.

"Move!" Without waiting for protest, she grabbed the magical girl by her neck as she heard the dragon scream in its hellish tongue and charge. She dashed to the side without pausing to look back. Dragged by the extra weight as she was, her usual speed was hampered and did not prove enough to completely avoid the attack; while she was not caught in front of the dragon, its charge clipped her as she lept and the force knocking her usually tight movement out of control.

Stumbling, she snarled and threw her poor cargo with as much force as her modified structure would allow; Kyoko would be tossed an impressive distance away, clearing them from the beast's attacks. Unfortunately, it was impossible to keep focus on herself or keep balance from her already destabilized state while doing so, and before she was able to regain her bearings the dragon had recovered from its charge and was already upon her.

Something very large and powerful slammed her from the side, pain erupting deep along her side as the sound of rending metal cut through the air, and again from the back as the dragon tore into her with its claws. The magical claws of the beast had managed to bypass her chozo shields and indeed cut straight into the metal, the battle armor putting up a fine resistance but faltering at the pinacle of his mighty strikes, tearing gashes across her torso that immediately beget blood and sliced sinew.

She could not actually stop to percieve what the extent of the damage was though, as stopping for anything in her situation would be deadly. Unable to properly correct herself in time to dodge any further strikes, she immediately morphed into ball form and boosted back towards the dragon, attempting to go beneath its swiping arms as it's speed and reach ensured that staying in front of it was immensely dangerous.

edited 5th Mar '15 9:17:19 AM by tvtropesnoob

Katarsus Annoyed Mode: ON Since: Sep, 2014 Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Annoyed Mode: ON
#13815: Mar 4th 2015 at 10:49:39 PM

Lune - Popcorn Vs Alcohol

Lune was rather intrigued by the evident urge to protect the drinks that Archer suddenly displayed. Were those the effects of whatever he was drinking? Was it that good? She suddenly became curious about the man's alcoholic beverages.

Rather than messing with Archer's stuff like Sabrina did, Lune mentally chose a random bottle from Archer's bar, and promptly created one exactly like it. Not even three seconds had passed before she took a rather long sip from it, after which she swallowed, and stared at the bottle with a disgusted expression, like it had offended her somehow. It was evident on her face that she didn't like it, so she promply set the bottle aside, returning to her sweet, sweet popcorn as if nothing had happened.

troydenite Since: Mar, 2011
#13816: Mar 5th 2015 at 1:42:57 AM

Yee; Common Cinema

The second Archer made his request, a throaty rumble filled the room. Across the screen blossomed a pair of semi exhausts against a setting sun, vivid enough to break the concept of recording fidelity. And from the back of the Cinema twanged a guitar, soon joined by country vocals. It was like the audio team was in the room.

And, inexplicably, along the bottom of the screen scrolled subtitles that were plainly Norwegian. The Norwegian refused to translate. This meant that its level of plainlyness might vary somewhat.

"Well."

Yee settled back on his sofa and prepared for the show.


Kyoko; Fight Against the Giant Acid-Spewing Gecko and somethingblargghIcantdothesetitlesnomore

She hadn't felt useless in a long time. She hated it. She hated it so much. Her magic. She felt like she was on a noose, the chair shaking beneath her feet. She felt naked at knifepoint. She almost choked on her gorge.

"I didn't ask for your help!" she screamed. "Just stop!"

Her magic. The bounty hunter pulled her by the scruff of her neck. Her magic. She fought like an enraged wildcat, spitting and clawing against all reason. Her magic. She tumbled through the air with the yellow horse until finally it broke and her soul spilled out from the ring on her finger.

Her magic. She stopped in mid-air. Her vestments came back. Her spear unfolded. The red jewel-eye opened up on her chest. She looked at the roaring lizard and hate dripped from her heart like a festering wound. Take her magic? Take her magic would he?

"Keep him busy! Don't let him get out of this or we'll never finish him off!" snarled Kyoko, before shooting through the air. She swooped low, whipped around the winged beast. Her Soul Gem glinted as she unclasped it, her magic swirling through her chest and arms and veins and out into the world -

Kyoko touched down and knelt, clasping her hands around her Gem in mute prayer. Violet flames pooled around her knees and leapt and she closed her eyes just like a heretic burning. The ground rumbled beneath her. The flames licked the ground, swept into a ring -

She whispered something but it flew away on the roar.

The spears came. Not six feet tall. Sixty. They burst from the ground like slender saplings, grew in the span of seconds like time-shifted trees. A ring of stakes for a giant dragon. The masonry cracked and the acid splashed. At the same time the ground liquefied beneath Kyoko and she rose on the haft of an even larger flail-spear, a tiny genuflecting doll on the first massive segment. The chains clacked and coiled up like a massive snake. The main head shone menacingly, brighter than its brothers. It was easily as large as Praxidometes' own.

Rookie? - came the voice in Sayaka's head, soft and unusually subdued - Move.

With a cacophony of clicks the scorpion-tips split open. Their shadows crossed the dragon like the silhouette of an angelic army.

edited 5th Mar '15 4:39:53 PM by troydenite

GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#13817: Mar 5th 2015 at 12:07:35 PM

Sabrina

"You can just create more..." Sabrina muttered as Archer slapped her hand and then Lune created a copy of the drink to taste it. Needless to say, she found it disgusting.

"It tasted horrible, didn't it?" Sabrina shook her head and sighed as a Norwegian-subbed Smokey And The Bandit began playing.

edited 5th Mar '15 12:08:41 PM by GameGuruGG

Wizard Needs Food Badly
Colonial1.1 Purveyor of Obscurity from The Marvelous River City (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
Purveyor of Obscurity
#13818: Mar 5th 2015 at 3:30:30 PM

Ia-Kong Ziggurat, Dragon's Lair

To his credit, Saren acted fast, though the action he took was more akin to a scalded cat leaping from boiling water. The moment the acid hit his armour, the turian hissed in pain, and then concentrated on getting as much of it off his person as he could. Blue-white magic crackled about him in an outward pulse. Acid splashed away, and then evaporated in mid-air.

Saren could tell from the patches of stinging pain across his body and the feeling of airflow over them that the damage was moderate to severe. He stared ahead, adding total focus to his concentration on the next objective: Reprisal.

He continued hissing, to keep up the pretense that he was too distracted by pain to be a threat. Calculating the needed velocity and angle of attack, Saren glanced towards the faraway pillar and concentrated on what lay behind it. Wighthammer rose into the air with his upraised claw. The weapon then pointed its top at the back of Praxidiometes skull.

Saren made a wrenching gesture. The hammer sped up and forward, accelerating to speeds in excess of one hundred miles per hour at the dragon's head.

"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
#13819: Mar 5th 2015 at 7:48:43 PM

Riverrock—Vagabond District
Catacombs

“Ha!” the vampire spat, twisting aside to dodge Johnny’s strike with contemptuous ease. “You think I’m stupid enough to fall for that old trick, kiddo? I wasn’t turned yesterday!” He then swung his rapier in a completely unnecessary parry, catching Johnny’s foil with his own—and as he did so, electricity crackled down both swords and up the young bard’s arm, giving him a painfully intense electric shock.

Johnny takes 5 points of electricity damage!

Even as he did this, though, a shadow suddenly loomed over the goblin. Stalgrim had taken advantage of the distraction to regain his footing, and as he swung his longsword overhead the blade blazed with sudden white light, as if it had suddenly burst into ivory flame. The vampire, overextended, could only glance over his shoulder. “Ah, shit…

“Smite Evil! Stalgrim roared, and brought his sword down in a fearsome two-handed blow. The blade bit deep into the goblin’s shoulder, and the vampire threw back its head with an inhuman shriek of hateful agony as the hallowed blade clove through undead flesh and bone to halt just above the right him, all but cleaving him in two!

Stalgrim used smite evil on the vampire and hits with an attack roll of 38! The vampire takes 14 points of slashing damage and 28 points of holy damage, for a total of 42!

“Oh, to the Hells with this!” the vampire raged, eyes bulging and face pulled taut in a nightmarish rictus of murderous hate.

And then, something extraordinary happened.

The vampire, clothes and all, turned transparent and dissipated into a thick cloud of silvery gas. This mist quickly flowed away from Stalgrim, heading down the open mouth of a nearby tunnel; just before it passed into the darkness and out of sight the mist coalesced, not into the goblin but rather into what seemed like a grotesque and oversized bat, with a body as large as a dog and wings that snapped like sheets in the wind with every flap.

It vanished into the darkness, screeching bloody murder. Stalgrim stood poised to pursue, but stopped to look at Johnny. “Are you hurt, lad?”


Gogol Plains

A grateful smile crossed the old crone’s face at Leo’s. [i]“Thank you. I will.”[/i] She gestured to the portal with a translucent hand. “Now get movin’, you whippersnappers,” she said. “This won’t stay open for long, and you’ve still got work to do.”

And with that last bit of encouragement, the ghost of Nana Karas closed her eyes and faded away, her essence scattering like a wisp of fog on the wind.

When the Champions passed through the witch’s portal, they would find themselves standing on the edge of the nomad encampment set up around the North Gate of Riverrock. Night was falling, the only light coming from fire pits scattered throughout the camp where supper was being prepared and the elderly huddled for warmth, accompanied by a few slivers of crepuscular radiance from the east as the sun sank slowly below the horizon. Dozens of eyes were upon the Champions as they emerged, wide and fearful; some nomads were upon their feet, spears and hatchets in hand and wary resignation on their faces, as if expecting an attack.

“Wait!” a voice called out, and then someone was shouldering their way through to the front of the throng to face the Champions. It was the dwarf woman who had spoken with them the day before, acting as a spokesperson for her people.

“You’ve returned.” There was just a faint hint of awe to her words, as if she could scarcely believe her eyes. “Then… is it over? Are the dead becalmed?”

Mottle quorked, fidgeting as he perched atop Edward’s shoulder. Behind the Champions, the portal gradually collapsed in on itself, shrinking down to nothingness.


Marshes of Ia-Kong—Ziggurat
Dragon’s Lair

Fast though Samus was in Boost Ball form, she proved not fast enough.

Praxidiometes reacted with blinding speed, slamming a claw down directly in her path with so much force that a small shockwave tore through the air. Monstrous talons raked across the Morph Ball’s surface, gouging deep gashes into the copper-hued plates to expose the swirling mass of energy at its core. Her boosting escape came to a halt, her momentum neutralized, her spherical form shoved violently back five feet as speed gave way before the dragon’s brute force.

Samus triggers an attack of opportunity by trying to move through Praxidiometes’ space. Praxidometes uses the Power Attack and Large And In Charge feats for an attack of opportunity, hitting with an attack roll of 40. Samus takes 23 points of slashing damage and is forced back 5 feet, unable to move for the remainder of this turn.

But in his haste to prevent his victim’s escape, Praxidiometes had ignored the other, very real threats surrounding him—and now he would pay for that.

Wighthammer hurtled through the air like a missile, and the holy relic flared with brilliant azure light as it caromed off the back of Praxidiometes’ bony skull with an audible krunk. The dragon bellowed, rearing up on his hind legs and reaching up to cover the back of his head with a paw, his movements so sudden and so violent that he nearly threw Sayaka from his back. in the brief instant before he covered his head, Sayaka would be able to see that the hammer—even now flying past her within arm’s reach—had left a visible dent in the dragon’s head, a small crater in which blood was even now beginning to well up. Her own attacks had not been ineffective either, though the dragon had not reacted; everywhere that her swords slipped between his black scales, blood quickly began to flow as magical steel pierced the flesh beneath.

Sazh, for his part, had taken his own advice and shifted to the Commando Paradigm, firing short bursts of quarrels from his self-reloading automatic crossbows. With Sayaka and Samus in such close proximity, this was about all he could do; easier to pepper the damn thing with shots than try to avoid hitting his own teammates with his most powerful spells. Individually his shots were doing almost no damage, but they would add up over time; and at least now that that damn spell had worn off, they could actually hit instead of just bounce off.

Then the spears erupted from the ground, and Sazh, wide-eyed, found himself without a clear shot. “Holy…!” was all he could say.

Within the ring of spears, Praxidiometes at last came out of his pain- and rage-induced furor and took notice of the fact that he was surrounded. The dragon’s crocodilian head whipped back and forth, sulfurous yellow eyes wide with shock at the massive pillars which had simply burst from the floor. Then a shadow fell over him and he looked up, seeing an even large spear arched above, so high that its apex kissed the chamber ceiling. His gaze fell upon Kyoko’s tiny form.

Those eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring in a snarl. Two words left his fanged maw in a rumbling, crocodilian growl.

“Pok* Arcaniss.”note 

Then he drew in a deep breath, chest expanding to its fullest, and the back of his throat began to glow with a familiar oily light…


Scaled Nations—Grove of the Horned Lady

“I can tell you this much, at least,” Tethrasur broke in. “Shinuaq’tan is grandmaster of the Bo-ran Dau, one of my people’s most ancient martial traditions. Its adherents spend their lives training to hone their bodies and minds to the peak of perfection. With his bare hands, a practitioner of the Bo-ran Dau can shatter all but the hardest metals, or pluck a foe’s weapon from his grasp and turn it against him—as you yourself have already seen,” he added with a nod to Ranmaru. “More than that, through force of will he can accomplish feats bordering on the impossible; his strikes can bring harm to creatures that mundane weapons cannot, he can resist spells and poisons and all manner of disease, converse with any creature regardless of language, and—it is said—even slip between the hidden spaces of the world, like a ghost.”

The dwarf crossed his arms over his barrel chest and snorted. “Sounds like a typical monk. Ran with an outfit that had a couple a’ them once. Tough bastards, them; loved bouncin’ around like grasshoppers while they beat people to death.”

Tethrasur silenced him with a long, stony look, then turned his attention back to Ranmaru. “In any case, Shinuaq’tan will push you to your very limits if you choose to take him on. If all of us took him on at once we might have a chance, but that would surely damn us in the eyes of my people.” The shaman nodded to Jack. “You are right, I fear. The papers are our only chance.”

“So what’s the plan, then?” the dwarf asked, looking from one Champion to the next. “Distract ‘im with a challenge while the rest grab the papers?”


???, Dark City

As Pride crept up on the three slaves, their undead minder oblivious to his presence, he would notice that their hands were empty. There were no dishes, no platters bearing food of any sort to be seen anywhere on their persons; save for the collars and their tattered clothes, they had absolutely nothing.

As Pride approached, the rotting minotaur forced each slave down and made them crawl on their hands and knees into the shallow little alcove that Pride himself had vacated mere moments before. Then it turned away, still oblivious to the homunculus’ presence.

Within, the slaves crawled to the end of the alcove, panicked and frightened. Those spiralling glyphs etched into the walls lit up with lurid phosphorescence at their approach, as if sensing and feeding upon their fear.

Then two things happened in quick succession.

First, Pride’s shadows impaled all three of the slaves at once, tearing off their amulets and skewering their hearts. Each cried out, blood fountaining from their mouths, choking and gurgling as they died.

Then the sound of a rusty hinge being turned filled the air, and the mesh floor swung open beneath the slaves, dumping their corpses into the fetid waters of the chamber below.

A grotesque suckling sound rose up from the depths, morphing into a stygian rumble of displeasure. You would kill my food just as I am about to eat it? the creature’s telepathic voice drawled in Pride’s mind. How inconsiderate. How am I to savour their memories and anguish as they pass through my digestive tract?

The beast below let out a psychic sigh. Then the waters grew agitated, churning as the monstrous serpent seized the corpses with its tentacles and began to devour them one by one. Go now, said it, a sickening crunch ringing out as it tore the arm off one carcass, and disrupt the master glyph. If the Urizen has not yet noticed the Brand’s suppression, he soon will. And then your task will be all the more difficult to accomplish…

It said no more after that, eating its meal in irritable silence.

Outside the alcove, the minotaur had already moved off, either not knowing what Pride had just done or not caring.

The Danse Macabre Codex
Cybersbe Jedi of the Old Republic from Somewhere over the rainbow Since: Aug, 2014 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
Jedi of the Old Republic
#13820: Mar 5th 2015 at 8:45:55 PM

While the others talked about Archer being a spy, among other things, the screen had started playing some sort of old west film.

Zero was wondering what this was about. If Junko's theory of this being an alternate world was true, and the various characters that had shown up didn't do much to suggest otherwise, then the idea of them being summoned just to watch a movie seemed suspicious.

edited 5th Mar '15 8:46:14 PM by Cybersbe

What is this "signature" of which people speak?
lightdarkhero250 Quad Optometrist from Somewhere Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
#13821: Mar 6th 2015 at 4:11:34 AM

Junko stifled a laugh from Lune's reaction.

"Pfffft. You actually tried it? What did it taste like? Perfume? Gasoline? Poison?" She giddily asked.

She also took one look at the movie that started playing. Given she wasn't a big western fan or anything, it seemed pretty boring to her. There was also some strange language in the subtitles she couldn't recognize. Still, it was better than the "Infestation signal" or whatever it was the skinsuit guy was flapping on about...

"Soooooo, Mr. 'Secret Agent'. You got a codename or something? 'Cuz, if you're not gonna give us your name, I'm just going to come up with weird stuff to call you..." She then turned to Lune. "You too. I don't think I caught your name."

edited 6th Mar '15 4:11:48 AM by lightdarkhero250

I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Katarsus Annoyed Mode: ON Since: Sep, 2014 Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Annoyed Mode: ON
#13822: Mar 6th 2015 at 8:54:46 AM

"Awful."

That was all she could say about the taste of that "vodka" thing, and all she wanted to say. Junko's stiffled laughter earned her a short glare from the devil, but not much else besides the fact that the drink tasted awful.

"Name's Lune," she stated, now looking at the ceiling since she wasn't interested at all in the movie. "Call me however you want."

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#13823: Mar 6th 2015 at 9:04:51 PM

Common Cinema

"Clearly your tastebuds haven't developed enough, which brings me back to my original point about neither one of you being allowed near those drinks because you clearly aren't old enough to be drinking OR making accurate criticisms about drinks!" Archer said, once more punctuating his complaint with a sip of his drink. The screen went black as he stood up and glared at the others. "And it seems clear to me that showing all of you the 1977 classic that is Smokey and the Bandit will serve no purpose as I'm not sure any of you have gotten to the age where you start to develop a little thing called taste, so please, let's put on something else."

He turned his back to the group to go make another drink when someone asked him his name. Not wanting to lose a chance to be a bit theatrical, he turned his head, smiling. "Archer." He shook his drink. "Sterling Archer."


Gogol Plains

"You and the others can rest easy." Edward said to the dwarf woman with a smile on his face. "Those guys aren't getting back up any day soon. And by that I mean they will never be getting back up. Our mission was successful." He looked around, and then at Mottle, trying to pet his beak with his automail hand- just in case the crow tried to get snappy with him. "You wouldn't have any bread, now, would ya?"

Envy, meanwhile, continued to play unconscious. And in his mind, he continued to come up with more grisly ways to kill Chun Li. To describe them is simply impossible, and not just because I have a limited vocabulary. Yes. It's that bad.


???

Lacking the strength to voice his reasoning for killing those people, Pride simply clenched his fist and gritted his teeth at the monster's lair as he passed by it on his way to where the Minotaur had come from. He stuck to the shadows, often using his ability to disguise himself, but if he eventually reached a point where a downtrodden boy wearing ragged clothes and sporting not only wounds but also dirt and more on his face would be right at home, he'd drop the disguise- no need to use his ability when it wasn't needed. He actually followed the Minotaur as he searched for the room with the master glyph, believing that sticking close to such a hulking creature wouldn't bring people's attention to him. Still, he focused on finding the room. The faster he got to the room, the faster he would gain this ability, and the faster he would feast...

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
#13824: Mar 7th 2015 at 9:52:09 AM

Gogol Plains

Leo managed to give the old crone one last appreciative smile before he went on his way through the portal.

Well, glad to see the encampment was still spick and span...as spick and span as it could get at least.

"You can rest easy. We took care of the threat." Leo assured the dwarf woman alongside Edward.

"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
salithewitch Dubious Origins from The Underground Since: Dec, 2014 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
Dubious Origins
#13825: Mar 7th 2015 at 2:39:43 PM

Seeing that no one and nothing was forcing her to champion justice for now, Minako detransformed out of her heroine costume back into her more comfortable school uniform. She took a seat started scarfing down popcorn - free food! - but soon became restless when she saw what was onscreen.

"Man, I can never follow these Westerns," she said between mouthfuls. "Can't we watch something cooler, like Ultraman?"

CAPERS! JAPERS! BEING CAPTURED! AND OTHER SORTS OF FUN ACTIVITIES.

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