As they're nearing the stairs down to the mainland, the Hunter notices Ryoma, Xander and Frederick nearby and switches course, walking over to them now. And since he doesn't really say anything ever, the Huntress doesn't immediately notice.
The three of them might be able to see him coming, his body language not giving away his intentions. His dark cloak and hidden face won't really help much.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.They glance at him and understandably get wary, though Ryoma opt for a more diplomatic approach.
Salutations. Are you going to ascend as well ? he asks, calmly, yet firmly.
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My magic is not meant to be used for shows. he answers. And, if I understand it correctly, you seems to be able to manipulate flames.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterHe seems to think it over for a bit, then shakes his head no.
"-and then we can find out what the next step-", the Huntress says as she's descending down the stairs.
She then glances behind her and pauses, noticing that the Hunter is gone again.
"The Devil be damned, not even five minutes...", she mutters and turns, going back up to go look for him before he causes trouble.
Edited by DevilPsyco on Apr 9th 2019 at 6:48:20 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.He looks like he's about to shake his head no again when they suggest he needs help, but halts upon hearing about an explanation. He raises his eyebrows for a moment, looking intrigued, then nods.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Good... Sometime ago, Galeem launched an attack on attack upon this world. The fiend, boasting power beyond imagination, seek to instaure a world with no life on it. To do this, he attacked the Arena with a massive light attack, defeating and converting fighters into puppets. One fighter is the soul, and the other is the physical shell, the puppet. The puppet has the soul's abilities and personality on top of its own, making it dangerous.
We united and managed to destroy many of the puppets, freeing the fighters and allowing us to turn the tables on Galeem. Defeated, he retreated as his opposite, Dharkon, appeared. He hides in his dimension, along with his own stolen puppets. We seek to defeat them to reach and kill him.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterSaviors Base
King Cold: "My body. Now."
Negan and Bryan hop in front of Irisu, grumbling.
King Cold: "You two... Why?"
Negan: "Calm down there, hon. The body snatcher's not in your body anymore."
Bryan: "We'll get to the bottom- OOF-"
Bryan and Negan get swatted to either side by Cold, who steps up to Irisu.
King Cold: "I won't say it again."
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"DIO is the ultimate being! The being of the future! Dare you not to rival me!"The Hunter looks shocked, clearly not having expected something so serious. He raises a finger before-
"There you are!", the Huntress calls out to him, causing him to turn to look at her. She approaches, not looking all too pleased, and grabs onto his arm, after which she looks at Frederick, Ryoma and Xander.
"My deepest apologies if my brother bothered you, or if he was needlessly hostile."
The Hunter rolls his eyes, finding it ridiculous that she'd immediately assume that he'd attack. ... Best not tell her that he was considering it until a moment ago.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.She seems a little surprised by that and lets go of his arm.
"We're hired mercenaries. For the sake of our jobs and our employers, I hope you understand that I cannot tell you our names.", she says. "I am referred to as the Huntress while on the job, while he is the Hunter. Not very imaginative titles, but they serve their purpose."
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.... Fine. Show me all three if you want, and I'll... demonstrate. he says, folding his arms carefully.
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That is indeed fair. I am Ryoma, high prince of Hoshido.
I am Xander, the Crown Prince of Nohr. he declares.
And I am Frederick. I am not of royal blood, but I should not be underestimated nonetheless.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter"Okay! I'll show you the crowbar, that one is really strong."
Mero holds his hand out, and a giant crowbar appears in his hands in a poof of smoke. It was about 4 times his size.
"Crazy, right?"
He starts swinging it around, and accudentaly collapses a building by breaking off the top part.
"Oops."
I'm finally a big boy!Both of them look a little surprised when learning that Xander and Ryoma are royalty, and then, just for a moment, look uncomfortable. The Huntress then takes her mouth gear off, revealing a part of her face.
"I see. A pleasure to meet all three of you.", she says. "So what were you talking to my brother about?"
The Hunter taps her shoulder to get her attention before any of the three can answer, and gestures to a nearby alleyway. She puts her arms on her hips, looking a little annoyed.
"No, it's rude to just leave like that. You don't have to talk in front of them, they can tell me just as well."
The Hunter is now the one who appears annoyed and turns away from the Huntress, who looks back at the three.
"Apologies again. My brother is... not keen on talking if anyone other than I can hear it."
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Worry not. This is understandable.
We were informing him about the recent events that befell the Arena. Perhaps I can also inform you about them ? he offers.
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Strange's eyes widen at the raw power demonstrated but he looks somewhat displeased along with it, though he nonetheless waves it off.
That is quite powerful.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterStrange sighs and uses the sling ring to open up a portal to another part of the arena. To confirm that this is no illusion, he reaches into it and pull out a floating lava ball. After holding up up, keeping it separated from the palm of his hands for a few seconds, he toss it back in and close the portal.
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Ryoma and Xander proceed to say.. pretty much what they already said to the Hunter, with the added detail of who's in.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterShe looks as shocked as the Hunter did when he was told the same.
"... that's more serious than I expected. Which likely means that our employer was also taken. And it also explains those things that attacked us in there."
She seems to ponder for a little bit, then turns to the Hunter.
"What do you think? Stick around or move on?"
The Hunter turns to her, just tilting his head.
"You're not sure either, huh?", she mutters.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Fallshorn Isle, Primordia
"Hmmm... Alright. Nerves must be on the fritz from getting jumped so many times recently. Do you think you'd be able to pick some up in NLA or something, Rbade? We can probably stop there on the way, if so."
Abzu, her attention having been caught by something else, drifted over to the edge of the elevated landmass and looked down.
"Wait... I don't think we're al—"
The words caught in Abzu's throat. She felt like her ghostly lungs were being crushed by pressure. Something was here, and she knew that something. It felt regal, like a king's power manifested into a genuine aura, and simultaneously, something else, far more alien, was just behind that sensation. Her azure eyes turned back to the group, wide open, and she tried to tell them to run... but she could not.
Across the opposite land-bridge, leading into the rest of Primordia, walked Lup. The Phoenix Fire Gauntlet was on her arm, looking as dangerous as always. Taako was just a short distance behind her, Umbral Staff in hand and looking significantly... weirder than usual, although, objectively, he didn't actually look all that different. Something about him just seemed off.
"One, two, three... five and a ghost. Meaningless, before a sovereign."
Abzu wanted to yell about how she wasn't a ghost, but once again, found that her words were catching in her throat. Taako merely glanced at each of them, slowly, and began to open his mouth as if to speak... only to produce a low hiss instead.
Heads up, two nasty pieces of work to your six, kid, Lahkmu said in Omega's head. Watch your footing.
Ah, fuck, it's the two yin-and-yang twins, Mummu said to Rey. Keep an eye to sky. Shit's about to get weird.
"What the— ... Oh sssshhhhit...," Omega said, consciously swearing in speech for possibly the first time in his entire damn life. He brought out his stand, and kept a tight grasp on his staff. "Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm, keep calm..."
Fighter: Lup
Spirit: Ansar, Aspect of Sovereignty
Conditions:
- You are unable to coordinate with your allies.
- Your controls will suddenly reverse when the enemy hits you sometimes.
- The enemy occasionally does nothing to make its own allies faster.
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Fighter: Taako
Spirit: Lumasi, Aspect of Mystery
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Conditions:
- The enemy communicates through intrusive telepathic images.
- The fighting area will sometimes morph into a new stage.
- Hazardous magic falls from the sky after a while.
"Wow, you can make portals? That' s cool. Though i fail to see how that will help you in a fight. If you need any help, just make a portal to me and I'll help you, okay?"
Mero grinned. Then he pointed at Dr. Strange's clothes.
"You never told me where you got those, by the way. They look rare."
I'm finally a big boy!

Ryoma is walking near the stairs leading to the dark world, eyeing it along with Xander and Frederick.
Now, gentlemen. Promise that no in-fighting shall be done while we are in this world.
Only a savage would dare to endanger us at such a crucial time.
Agreed, it would take a certain type of people to perform such pettiness.
Frederick sighs.
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Quite correct. he says, making some magical circles. Though you may not recognize it, for we obviously inhabits different worlds.
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