Divine Burden
Winterhold
The sounds of steel encountering flesh can be heard over a snowy field, as what appears to be a tall man clad in bloody Victorian-era clothes is in the process of severing the neck of an inert werewolf-like monster, using a massive axe to do the deed.
He only stops once the head rolls, sighing and then turning around. He seems ever so briefly confused at the sight of the snowy area, having apparently not noticed his surroundings at all until recently, but then give out a grim sigh and head out, waging his axe at the ground to clean off the blood.
...
Whiterun
Ah yes! This is cold! The opposite of a warmth! How spendiferous! I will surely-
Die! The snow is so snowwyy and cold! I'm going to freeze and no one will ever notice me! That's the kind of death that I should have an-
Ah, apologies! Where were we again? Ah, yes, snow! Conclude the being, speaking to an inanimate log.
A rather curious being dwells in Whiterun!
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
Spooky Scary Boneheaded Man
Thundercloud Temple
"That's a fair point. I'm used to a significantly more supernaturally-influenced world than the one Fatalis is from — though, I've read the reports. Allegedly the damn thing can regenerate from just a single scale, so I'm still... well, terrified of what I've got to work with here. I've got godlike power — not a godlike form."
He drew forth a small bit of each of the storms, and played around with a variety of thumbnail-esque small-scale rough drafts in his hands of the final form of this creature of his...
"... I'm thinking too simple, and I'm getting stuck on the shape. I can make changes to how it looks later, but what I want, at this exact moment, is... Something a bit like this."
Nyr began to draw in much large quantities of each of the storms, quickly shaping them into the rough form of a large, vaguely-humanoid torso atop a wispy, branching trail of lightning. The eye rested in the center, looking outwards. Nyr stared at it for a moment, memorizing it and committing its traits to memory.
"Still pretty outwardly simple, but I should be able to reshape this thing as I like, as time goes on — and I'm gonna start by setting it into a 'dormant' state and making it my staff. Would you believe that I've never actually had a proper staff? It's something of a rite of passage for a mage to acquire their own staff — usually by making it themself."
College of Winterhold
"That's... reasonable. I'll gladly lend my aid for the fight, if you need it — and to helping to discern and resolve what happened to him after that, of course."
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalous
[PASIO]
MissingNo. is instantly fried and laid out on the floor like a sad little glitchy blanket.
"... Wait, are we battling? Oops!"
He returns MissingNo.
"I thought you were just showing off the big horse."
Whiterun
Box Alien flies in, his box boxing boxily.
"Hello there, almost-green friend! Hahehahoo! What brings you to snow?"
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King of the Monsters
"Yes."
Ixion leaps into the sky and vanishes in a bolt of lightning.
"When a creature is summoned, its power must be unleashed. I do not control them; they simply attack and depart."
"He's gearing up for war."
Divine Burden
The being turn around. She (?) is a blue-and-yellow girl, both halves being split evenly. One half is blocky, while the other is much more smooth. The hairstyle also seems different between each side, being other long or short. Her whole appearance is also in 3D, and stays that way, no matter who she happens to be looking at.
She begins to dance, ballet-style, as she greets Box Alien, with a man's voice?
Hello, Box Alien! Your curves are noticeably blocky today! Her face zoom in, in-universe. What meaningful nonsense will be exchanged, I wonder?!
Edited by Bolded1 on Feb 24th 2021 at 1:32:35 PM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
[PASIO]
"Huh... do they do their own thing back where they're from? Or do they just fight?"
Box in his box spins around on his axis.
"Nonsense? Nonsense! Nothing that can be put in words is meaningfully meaningless!"
"I am here to train my boxes! They are afraid of water, you see."
He jumps out of his box. As he rises, a huge amount of boxes lift out of the box as though they were folded into each other. After a few seconds they scatter to play in the snow.
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Divine Burden
Noooo you don't get it, it's all so meaningless! Meaning is just a bwig word that people use to try to reassure themselves! Uwwahhh! Says Ena, downcast all of sudden. Then, she perks up, raise a leg and do a ballerina spin, though one so good that she flies across the "screen" a few times, eventually drilling into the ground and re-emering near the box.
Your boxes are quite talented my friend! If more splendid sights such as these were to be beheld by my eyes, then I would be MOST MOST MOST delightfully delighted!
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
King of the Monsters
"I... do not know. They come from a plane of existence parallel to mine."
"He's gearing up for war."
[PASIO]
"Well, unless it's really weird or dangerous, someone could probably check it out. Mewtwo can punch holes in space."
"Then I have what you seek my friend, as long as you have enough rupees! Hahehoheha! My boxes are famous collectors of products precious and precocious!"
The boxes all roll back towards each other, stacking up. They then start opening up, one by one, to show what they have in stock.
"Firstularly, we have... *drumroll* lamp oil!"
The box opens and spills the loose oil all over the floor.
"Exquisite! Secondularitalingly, we have... *drumroll* lamp oil!"
The next box opens its flaps and spills oil on the floor.
"Thirdularly, we have... *drumroll* ooh, huile de lampe!"
The third box spills more oil on the floor.
Edited by Rbade on Feb 24th 2021 at 5:05:22 AM
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King of the Monsters
"..."
Kaze's Magun reverts to its initial form.
"It won't move now."
He turns and starts to walk away.
"He's gearing up for war."
Divine Burden
Ah, show away! Show away! So that my eyes may be alit with the glory of your wares, my friend!
ENA witnesses the BOXES and listen to his spiel, before hesitating. She stand in place before eventually starting to flail her arms around her head, spinning even five seconds or so. I am facing a most TRAGIC dilemma! All your wares are good, yet I do not know which to buy! But this indicate a high level of quality in your product!
In the hipopotamic case of me seeking LAMP OIL, my friend, what would you say
to cruelly MOCK and INSULT me! SPITTING outright as I roll on the floor and bweg for you to stop
to convince me to buy a product? Which one is the closest to what I seek, this being lamp liquid?
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
King of the Monsters
Whiterun
In comes... another Ena.
"What a silly coincidence~ I too was in the market for lamp oil- SO THAT I COULD DOUSE MYSELF AND LET EVERYONE THROW A MATCH"
"He's gearing up for war."
[PASIO]
Red nods, not getting it but whatever.
"Seeya, gun guy!"
Box puts a hand to his under chin, thinking profoundly.
"Ena, Ena, Enas, Enass, Enasss, that order is hella tall! I don't know if I can reach it! Lamp oil, but for two Ena?"
He hops in a free box, and gets ready to ride.
"Allow us to go on minor quest of retrieval! Please, keep your hands and arms and other arms inside the vehicle at all times! You know what they say, don't let the night lamps bite! Hyeheheheoha!"
Dawnguard Fort
Cyrus shows up, approaching the fort.
"Hm. What is all this racket."
Edited by Rbade on Feb 24th 2021 at 5:23:17 AM
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Divine Burden
ENA stares at ENA in silence for a solid ten seconds, her expression vague yet happy, and then immediately dance again; Ah yes, hello, person! While your physical form brings nothing to mind, the twitch of your fingers are eerily reminiscent of someone I know! Oh, would you perhaps be a distant german father to my good pal Moony?!
When the box alien announce its quest, darkness falls!
No no no! We can't even get the lamp oil! We're too stewpid to even do it! Aw what a bunch of screw-up! I'll go, but I may just die because I'm too stupid to hold on!
She doesn't perform the switch again, and she grab unto the box, cowering.
Eeeeeeeeeee She yells, before they even take off.
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
King of the Monsters
Ena stares at ENA. The blue side of her suddenly turns pitch-black, and her face becomes white with a yellow eye.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Are you insaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnne?"
She flops on all fours and stares up at her counterpart. "Haha... like... you sound soooooooo retaaaaaaaaarrrrrdeeeeeeeed...."
"He's gearing up for war."
[PASIO]
Inside the box, is... a third ENA. She pops out and stares the first one in the eye.
"Hello there, my wholly unfamiliar friend! Do you perchance have some precious lamp fluid? I simply must find some!"
"Whoah, whaaaat? When did you get in the box?"
Regardless, Box tries to pull ENA 2 into the box.
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Divine Burden
Noooooooooo! Why are you so mean to me today! Well, if I'm "retarded", then you're a dummyhead, because you look like me so you must be one aeeagaaea
She goes back to "normal" and stare at the other ENA, ignoring the second one.
What a peculiar mirror! I do nothing and yet I can see my reflection! How bizarre! Nonetheless, my friend, I suggest that we either each get lamp oil or depart to acquire more, which is
dangerous, weird and STOOPID
Quite the thrilling experience!
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
King of the Monsters
"Ah, yes, of course! Let us be off!"
Ena joins the Enas in the box.
"He's gearing up for war."
[PASIO]
"A mirror? That's craaazy! Why can't I see it? This is the worst! Day! Ever! AUGH! Let us be off on our fantastic journey!"
Box Alien guffaws at the ENAs' antics and climbs into the box.
"Away we gooooo–! Hahehahoohehyeheheahaho!"
The box spirals into the air, flying around the infinitely tall column of other boxes. Each one opens as they pass, revealing gallons and gallons of lamp oil, but unfortunately, no lamp oil as of yet.
Like a kilometer away or so
Sakura Kyoko notices the column of boxes and the box spiraling around it.
"da fuck dey doin' ova dere..."
Edited by Rbade on Feb 24th 2021 at 5:38:33 AM
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Divine Burden
As the crew departs, a most horrible sight awaits!
THE DREADED CLERIC BEAST
was observing all along, patiently waiting for a chance to attack!
.
It leaves.
Meawnwhile, ENA isn't enjoying the trip.
Slow down! Slow down waaaaahhh! Then, the "happy" half vanishes, and the sad side becomes white, with a black sclera and a blue orb within it. Argh faster faster faster drive us into a wall yessss break us box alien EYAHHAYHAHHAHZHAYHAHHAH!
She goes back to normal just like that.
My spinal fluids are churning! Thank you for this journey!
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
King of the Monsters
Ena stares at the Cleric Beast and turns into the same thing as Ena #1. "No! Come back! Crush me! Smash me into paste! WHY OH WHY WON'T ANYONE END MY SUFFERING?!"
"He's gearing up for war."
Mutant Child
Dawnguard Fort
Milky, tired of searching for a partner for the mission, draws close to Cyrus.
"It's the last guy that I ask, and then will return."
Hi! I'm searching for an ally to fight Darkrai in the Dream World. You certainly look strong! Will you come?
Strongest In History
Whiterun
Defense stands atop of a structure some distance away from the ENAs and looks at the spiraling boxes.
Defense: "What in the name of..."
Then he sees the Cleric Beast, simply smacking his palm so hard into his head that it almost makes a dent.
Defense: "Just... just leave it alone... For now."
Edited by DefRevenge24601 on Feb 24th 2021 at 5:51:58 AM
"DIO is the ultimate being! The being of the future! Dare you not to rival me!"
[PASIO]
"Why is this happening?! I just neeeded a light to find my way through the Gorgulus George! Why is lamp oil so rare!?"
Box Alien has had enough of their whining. The box gently lands at the top of the infinite tower of boxes, and opens up.
"You fools! Buffoongusses! Idiotemplicanostultidumpuses! Can't you see?" he says.
The camera zooms in on each ENA, before passing through their body. An image of an arabian lamp shows up on screen. The scene fades out, only to fade back in on Box Alien holding a bucket of stuff... wait, is that?! Can it BE?!
"The real lamp oil was inside you all along!"
Cyrus just looks at Milky like 'who the fuck is this'.
"... Why not. I will help subdue this Darkrai, if only for an opportunity to capture it."
He approaches the rest of the group.
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Reprium
A being stealthily moves around, keeping close to the trees and glancing around at every opportunity.
Nothing yet.
The being swiftly moves towards the next tree, then glances around again.
Dark fog is starting to settle in around the area.
The being reacts quickly, suddenly shattering themselves into what appears to be a group of bugs, which quickly start to fly further, the bugs going as fast as they can.
The speed at which the fog appears slows down upon sensing the presence of mere insects instead of the intruder it had sensed a moment before, eventually even just dissipating.
The bugs stay the way they are until they reach the edge of the forest, after which they turn back into Zaktan
◊, who steps out of the woods and glances back for a moment.
"If I'd known that risk would've paid off, I'd have done it this way from the start." , he angrily mutters to himself. He'd been trying to get through that forest for a few weeks now, and the solution had ended up being so disgustingly easy. Of course he'd have been overthinking things and making things harder for himself.
Zaktan now looks at the far distance, where the borders between Reprium and Estraole overlap.
"One step closer... I despise having to put my own life on the line, but this information has to get to them." , he mutters to himself as he starts walking, glancing back one last time to make sure that fog didn't start to reappear. Luckily, it didn't. Whatever's causing that seems to stop caring once you're no longer in its territory.
As Zaktan nears the border, he hears something to his side. He looks and raises his Zamor Launcher just in time to deflect an incoming blue energy attack. Taking a step to the side, Zaktan now sees his attacker
◊, arm cannon raised and seemingly growling.
"Whatever you are, I don't have time for you!" , Zaktan growls, grabbing a tight hold of his Three-Blade Scissor as he launches a warning eyelaser shot at Dark Samus, who easily dodges with a flipkick spin to the left. And a flipkick spin to the right.
... wait.
"So this is how it's going to be, huh? You're not going to give me a choice in the matter." , Zaktan growls, looking at the now two Dark Samuses that are staring him down, ready to attack.
"You'll regret that."
Zaktan lunges at his enemies with a powerful roar, and the Dark Samuses take aim.
Oneshot post, not an actual event
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