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Oca is touching his head, like he has a headache.
Yellow Kirby is crawling around near Oca using ARCHER's Camouflage. At the moment, the Star Dragoon is nowhere in sight.
He takes out a Hetap and chugs it.
"I know you're there, kirby, I can sense energy."
Kirby drops the Camouflage. "This never fools anyone..."
"Damn right it wouldn't."
"Whaddaya want? You after my booze?"
He chugs the Hetap down.
edited 29th Mar '18 6:17:22 PM by Rbade
"I'm just worried about whose side you'll be on when this is all over. Troa's? Ours? Or your own?"
"My own, definitely. But definitely not Troa's. She's kind of a cunt, and the stuff she's offered me is either moot or… well, promising someone a fight to keep them in line is kind of stupid."
"Though I have to say, I am pretty sympathetic towards Neuff."
"So you don't want the booze?"
He finishes up and tosses the can aside, taking up another one.
Zelerie Junior slinks out, and approaches the can.
Kirby gives Oca an unamused stare. "I'm a child. I shouldn't be drinking that stuff. And which Neuff are you sympathetic towards?" Kirby knows about two versions of Neuff now, and he knows that one of them is working with Troa.
Zelerie Junior starts to eat the empty can of Hetap.
"Um… probably all of them? I don't like what Sarah's existence (and knowledge of me) does to causality, but I can forgive that for it being technically not her fault. Normal Neuff is a pretty good person and also she apparently has kids. And Ninth… oh, um, the Neuff working for Troa is only doing so because another Troa is holding her entire family hostage with threat of instant vaporization or something. She seemed pretty broken up about it…"
"Huh. The Arena is full of people who could probably solve that problem. I'm surprised that if anyone besides her knows this, they haven't already looked for help. If I was here when Ninth first showed up, I'd have gone looking for people who can break dimensional barriers to help her out. Heck, failing that, I'd just jump timelines and free her family myself. I've beaten a Reality Warper who had sights bent on universal conquest, and if I did it once I can do it again!"
"I think the more important factor is that the Troas are poised to immediately kill them all if they smell deception. That's why me and Ninth are performing the most sneaky plan."
"Oh yeah, right, I should probably make it look like I'm still loyal…"
"Hey, could you lay down like right here…?"
Zelerie Junior shrieks.
"Goddammit you little bastard, I aint feeding you any more today!"
"Deception isn't an issue when they're being invaded by an outside threat."
Kirby tenses a little hearing the blob scream. "I have a Cook ability..." he says cautiously.
He hesitantly lies down on the ground.
edited 29th Mar '18 6:58:39 PM by KiriK
"I don't care, it's already eaten several times its weight in flesh and sugar, it doesn't need any more."
It whimpers and curls its tail around itself.
"Alright, make your best 'I've just been brutally gored' face."
"I'm not good at faces, but I can do this." Kirby switches to BALL, which strips him of his limbs. He compresses himself against the ground until it starts to genuinely hurt him, and then he just holds the pained expression while decompressing and remaining a limbless sphere.
He takes out a camera and snaps several shots.
"Just need to shop some gore in there… hey, what color is your blood?"
"Um, I don't think I have blood, but just looking in my mouth -" Kirby switches to MIRROR and conjures up a reflection of himself while holding his mouth wide open. He has the same inner mouth as his progenitor, smooth on all surfaces but with colors matching an average human's mouth. "- I guess it would be dark red? Or maybe ashen gray, because dust tends to fly everywhere whenever I get hit."
"… Um, sure."
"Hey, how strong are you anyways?"
"Well, the aforementioned Reality Warper was powerful enough to create and collapse pocket dimensions at will, and we - the four Kirbys - still kicked his butt! My first act upon creation was also to permanently salvage the fate of an alternate universe where the good guys were evil and the bad guys were even stronger, I once hit a house-sized meteor so hard with a baseball bat that it flew over nine thousand lightyears in under thirty seconds - oh! And check this out!"
The Star Dragoon flies in out of nowhere and affixes itself to Kirby's back. If Oca tries to sense him again, he will sense a blank space in the shape of Kirby, as Kirby is now being infused with godly energy.
edited 29th Mar '18 7:22:52 PM by KiriK
"Um… that's pretty strong, I guess."
"Come on, little guy, you need some augments!"
He picks up Zel Jr and teleports out.
A thunderstorm is raging within Oblivia, hitting patches of the desert and promptly turning it to glass. The sheer violence of the thunderstorm grows as a primal scream can be heard, somehow growing louder than the wind and the thunder as two humanoid figures descends down from the sky.
The first one is a red-headed man in tribal clothing, wielding a hammer surrounded by lightning. He screams something in Norse at some kind of abominable screeching monstrosity, before bringing the hammer down upon its head, speeding towards the ground and raising a good amount of sand as they both impact the desert.
After the impact, the thunderstorm fades, and the divinity stands up, with a pool of yellow liquid and odd organs and bones at his feet and over his body and hammer. Briefly admiring the liquid, he say something in Norse and laughs very loudly.
edited 30th Mar '18 6:13:17 AM by Bolded1
About a hundred meters away, there appears to be an anthropomorphic dog.
He holds on to his hat, and clutches his rifle, grimacing.
edited 30th Mar '18 6:16:19 AM by Rbade
The sound of heavy footsteps signalled the arrival of Jaclyn riding CH, standing in his currently open cockpit observing the commotion.
He looks at the newcomer and twirl his hammer to clean it off the gore, seemingly working hard to keep his precious Mjolnir clean. However, he keep himself covered in gore as he walks forward, opening his arms wide and laughing yet again.
"Hahahaha ! More ennemies ?! Glorious ! Pile on me !" he says, before beating on his chest once with his right arm. However, they might not be able to understand his words, since he's speaking old Norse.
The dog sighs. He's honestly more confused by how humanoid the thing is, than it's monstrousness and gibberish.
It lines his rifle up for a headshot and fires.
It appears to pack a bit more punch than a normal rifle: More like a bolter, really.
edited 30th Mar '18 6:26:13 AM by Rbade
"Oh great, another crazy one. Could you repeat th-" She was cut off by the dog firing. Immediately, she backed into the cockpit, the hatch closing as she gained control. The mech raised its giant revolver, aiming back and forth between the dog and the god.
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