Chargeman Ken heard that pained grunt as he drops to the ground. After looking confused and pausing for a moment, he quickly gets back up and tries to shoot the approaching ones to ashes before they can trap him.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Wanda moves to scoop Ninten up in her arms before teleporting them back to the hut she'd been meditating in prior to sensing the 4th-D Slip.
"Then let's find you somewhere a little more comfortable to lie down. And if that winged monster comes back, I'll be right here to deal with him this time," she assures, carrying him to a nearby bed and carefully setting him down upon it.
"Well, if they do, you can bet Weber won't be getting his hands one even one Stone," Pietro replies before taking a sip of his drink.
"So tell me, what else do you know about the incident that befell this base of operations? Was anyone in particular seen entering or leaving prior to its destruction?" Loki asks, grabbing the last slice of pizza and devouring it. "Because I strongly doubt this was an act of foolishness on the Assassins' part."
Ninten's a little surprised by being picked up and teleported, though he definitely doesn't mind.
"Thanks, Wanda.", he happily says as he gets put down onto the bed. He uses some minor telekinesis to have the blankets move so that he can lie underneath them.
"We know nothing. There wasn't anything useful we could draw conclusions from, save for the fact that some moss had been growing over the debris at the start of the entrance. Pseudo figures this means the base must have been destroyed a long time ago, maybe even a few years ago. He also found it strange that the Arena did not repair the damage. My guess is that it must not have been an important base so maybe the Assassins just left it behind after it was destroyed. At least that's the only conclusion I can come to."
He shrugs.
"But I'm not some genius, so who knows."
Now he looks more panicked. This wasn't some weird exception, all of these things can survive his shots!
Ken barely manages to avoid the one lunging at him with a knife, and even then it grazes the skin on his tigh, cutting through his outfit and drawing some blood.
"Bakkuofu!", he shrieks as he suddenly launches a small typhoon out of his belt at the Forgeries. The attack won't damage them, but if it hits it should blow them back, giving Ken an opening to start running, heading towards a nearby alleyway.
Edited by DevilPsyco on Mar 10th 2022 at 3:20:48 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Seresthene was silent.
She made her decision…well, "her" decision, and the god decided they could benefit from some treasure, despite a lack of enemies. After all, despite her newfound abilities, this judicator was still only human, unfortunately. And she would need to eat.
"I will obtain your treasure. And I will keep it for myself. Bury your foolish friends if you so wish." The words leaving her mouth were not her own, and she wished she could take them back, swallow that bile, but could not. Truly, the puppet herself understood why somebody would be more attached to the spiritual connections and bonds they had forged over those materialistic ones, but the thing living in her mind did not, as he had known riches and glamour his entire life, without ever an ounce of compassion or friendship.
She clicked as she walked, unable to see with eyes and so mapping out the ground with sound.
With great power…you know the rest.Smiling, Wanda telekinetically pulls a nearby chair over to Ninten's bedside and takes a seat. She adjusts his blankets a little before conjuring herself a cup of tea.
"Well, that doesn't seem ominous or anything," Pietro remarks.
"In other words, we have nothing to go on except for a bit of moss. I suppose this means a salvaging operation is out of the question?" Loki inquiries, leaning back in his seat.
They'll progress on just fine. What matters more is that they'll reach a great wide ledge. Below it, there seems to be... a treasure indeed. A towering mound of gold and gems at least worth all the gold and the rest, but there is an obstacle to it: a towering Draugr, at least 20 feet tall, sitting on the mound. His aged body is riddled with scars and golden weapons, all stabbed into it, but the various skeletons on the ground prove it was all quite a fruitless endeavor.
The Draugr King's armor had faded to nothing and it has a lean but deceptively strong body now. As well as as beard on its skeletal eyeless face. Also a great big sword, easily the size of a man, with several red gems encrusted on it. He looks tough. All that blood on him, some of it fresh, is recent.
Then, from the darkness, Patches springs... at the two warriors he hired, intending to hurl them both off the ledge and into the Draugr King's lair with a hearty bash from his greatshield. Hahahahaha! Guess ya gaut as much wisdom in your brain as you've got eyeballs in your orbits, lass! And you, lad, better not break that weapon! Something weird like that must be sold for a fortune after all!
Standing tall over the ledge, Patches sneers. Coulda avoided this if you weren't greedy, but look where it brought you! A fitting punishment, I say! The Draugr King is on his feet in mere seconds and shake off some gold before roaring. It's... silent: empty air escape inexistent lungs being transmitted into a lipless mouth through petrified vocal cords.
Have fun, ya two!
Edited by Bolded1 on Mar 10th 2022 at 3:41:18 PM
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterAstil, Ruins
At first nothing happens. Now fully healed the construct still stayed motionless, lifeless. Kroq-Gar could be heard walking up to Amaterasu's side, looking up and down the still hovering system. It's glyphs did not sing praises or continue their work. Even the voices had disappeared, the room was completely silent. The lights above them in the levels shut off, and Kroq-Gar could be heard, somewhat panicking. He picked up his spear into a more agressive stance, and spoke to Issun with raw vitriole.
"Explain yourself..."
Just as he did The Mechanism erupted with billowing energy, celestial blue and gold shades mixed with orange earthen hues came forth and flooded over the three. It felt like raining ice, but when it pierced their skin it did not leave wounds, even if it could with the two deities. No it simply rushed through them, and with each droplet of this new found arcana, they were assaulted by visions.
Visions of life's first thought, the literal ripple it sent across a sea of magenta and rosen mist. Of great towers that illuminated emerald and sapphire light. Of endless stars illuminating a shining night sky. Of small reptiles, saplings, and mammals being gathered by hand. Being altered, being formed into beings of immense strength. The rise of empires. Hope, in the eyes of creatures not too far off from Kroq-Gar in appearance. Of more familiar faces... Faces of man. Faces contorted into the mockery of man. Faces ethereal and beautiful. Or bearded faces rotund and jolly. All living their best life. But that must began to cloud the visions. Soon it crackled with lightning black as tar. The moon passed over the empires. Fading from pearl right, it grew sickly.
Then came flame. The world exploding at both poles. Hell fire reigning down. No, not meteorites. No cannons. Life literally being incinerated and falling to the earth. Morphed horribly were those that came up from the ashes. Beings of rots, with exposed vitals long ago abused. Beings of bronzen hooves and blades, atop red skin almost flayed with black protruding bone. Humanoids atop steeds, their psyren calls obscuring the reality behind their sinister melody. Beings of warped smoke and dreams, with screaming expressions that bellowed forth infernal flame. They came, over and over again. The Rhombus cracks, the hummingbird's heart giving way, the caiman fighting to the last breath. The endless cycle repeated time and time again, the slaughter had some of these once joyful faces grow sickly and pale, some licking and screaming into the horde. A last stand is seen! The final union of races! The Maelstrom is created, the tides are devoured by radiance, the scars remain regardless.
"It is over", a voice says, it's inflection almost hoarse, nearing shrillness.
The Maelstrom falls apart, a dying God roars from the north. The earth erupts, the poles shatter. The tidee returns, though stronger now. Among it's ranks are armed vermin that walk on two legs, the unholy union of man and beast braying triumphantly, rank and file of soldiers who seem more metal and faith then blood, frenzied hordes of bare skinned folk foaming at the maw, and squattish imps clad in teeth and red suits. Four shadows look over them: Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Deception. They look not at the hordes, but at the three caught in the wave of information-
The infodump ceases abruptly, the room lit up in orange florescence as energy courses through the Old One relic. Kroq-Gar immediately bows to it in instinct, uttering prayers under his breath as his tail wags almost like an excited puppy, his entire body in reverence at the miracle. However, he freezes up as if speaks. A somewhat authoritive unisex voice comes from the Mystical Computer.
"Running diagnostics, please stand by.
...
...
Inquiry! Why have I been awakened? I've only counted 3,481 years, 6 months, and 27 days since the Invasion. Saurus Tlanxa Sect 2nd Spawning Number Xhotl 19! Why is an unauthorized lifeform in this chamber, and why has it repaired me?"
Kroq-Gar seemed genuinely surprised, and gulped a little. A relic was communing with a Saurus, such incidents were incredibly rare. Especially a Naoalli. His Spear would sing tales of old glory, but it was poetic and soft, yet full of pride. This... This was different. He mustered up the courage to respond.
"We have lost Malleus... But this realm is Chaos free. I could not go against my programming. I needed someone to help me contact you. The spear speaks but it request only for their heads."
"For good reason Xhotl 19. The Ruinous Powers had always been aware of this realm. But I was hoping that by remaining silent for just a bit longer I could formulate a back up plan, maybe then you could gather specimens for it. Now it might have to be rushed. This realm is not safe. Not from itself, or it's visitors. I demand the Unidentified entities respond with designation, rank, and origins: IMMEDIATELY!"
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Mar 11th 2022 at 9:48:16 AM
AwawaThe blind battler hit the ground with a thud, her back definitely on it's way to hurt next sunrise.
However, she still got to her feet, not even taking the time to dust herself off. Though she wished to plead with him, beg him to help her back up, that he was better than this, she wasn't allowed. Rather, she turned to the massive monster before her. Panic flooded her heart but in an instant was shattered when her mind took over.
Panic was hesitation and hesitation was weakness and weakness was death.
And dying was not something she had been created for.
With that, the woman spun the chain in her right hand, the flaming mace at the end of it leaving a circular trail as it went. She continued this for a good few seconds, before pushing the chain in the direction of the massive Draugr's legs, with the intent of wrapping it around them and tripping the monstrosity that was far greater than her in size.
With great power…you know the rest.Tunnel-visioned, Asher focused on Seresthene's clicking as a sort of metronome for his movements. Seeing the treasure which is completely distracting him from the massive towering Draugr guarding it, his dormant observation ability worsening it further. But the blood that reeks the Dragaur slaps him out of the psuedo-trance.
"HESUS-?!"
His eyes focused on the towering figure, leading him in shock as he shakily aims the musket at it's head. Before Patches' hefty shove brings him down to the battle grounds of the Draugr.
"Sino nag- dang I gotta focus-"
Prioritizing his life he immediately fires a musket ball to the general direction of the enemy's heel before hightailing to the end of the grounds, to reload stumbling on some of the skeletons while doing so. He looks into the distance while reloading to the sight of a woman fighting, impressed by her experience with the chains.
Unable to hear Patches gloating, he is still trusting of the man.
realNinten closes his eyes a little.
"I hope we find a solution soon...", he mutters sleepily. "I want to save everyone in Magicant as quickly as possible. All of them are being corrupted... so we can't... take too long..."
He starts to nod off as his own words ring in his mind.
Everyone in Magicant...
All of them are being corrupted...
All of them...
All of them...
ALL OF THEM!
Ninten's eyes shoot open in shock, sitting up so fast that it'll be a miracle if Wanda doesn't spill her tea from being startled.
"OH SHIT!", he screams, cursing in pure fright despite him almost NEVER letting out a real curse. He turns to what is probably a very surprised and confused Wanda, grabbing her shoulders in a panic.
"NESLEY!", he yells loudly. "Magicant's corruption is affecting Nesley! That's why he's been so much more aggressive! THAT'S why I kept feeling that dread that always got us arguing!"
He releases Wanda from his grip and puts his hands on the sides of his head, looking completely panicked to the point that he's definitely risking an asthma attack if he doesn't calm down.
"That's why he sometimes has that red glow in his otherwise gray eyes! I-I thought that was some psychic effect or something! But it all makes sense if he's getting corrupted! Nesley is tied to Magicant so it might also reach him!"
"Pseudo's considering it, but is hesitant due to the possibility of the Assassins sneak-attacking us while we, or probably the Vahki, are digging through the debris.", Ness says. "If there is anything of value in there, they'll surely be keeping an eye on the base even if they no longer use it."
Ken runs as fast as he can while thoughts race through his mind.
"Wakaranai! Naze sono hitotsu no ikimono wa ningen no yō ni kikoeta nodesu ka? Karera wa ningen ni naru koto wa dekimasen! Karera wa monsutādesu! Dakara karera wa ningen ni naru koto wa dekimasen! ... Tadashī?"
He keeps running and running... and then gets to a dead end.
"Ā, kuso!"
Edited by DevilPsyco on Mar 10th 2022 at 4:06:43 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Force blares from Amaterasu. A voice speaks that is quiet and soft-spoken, yet it shakes the area.
"I am Ōkami Amaterasu, the origin of all that is good and mother of the divine. I protect Nippon and this land from those who seek to harm them."
Significantly less impressively, Issun follows, "And I am Issun, her faithful Celestial Envoy from Ponc'tan!"
The skies above turn dark and stormy in seconds.
The Forgeries suddenly appear in the alleyway, blocking the exits. One approaches with a machete.
"Time to die, kid," he says. It's not the same one, but his voice still sounds perfectly human aside from the mask muffling it. He runs forward, swings, and...
There's a sudden blur of yellow that turns into a humanoid figure with the same choppy Stylistic Suck Limited Animation style as Chargeman Ken himself, catching the Forgery's machete in one hand.
"Konomashii houchou da."
And then he snaps the blade off with ease.
◊
Brandishing a scepter with a pointed bottom, he whacks it across the Forgery's face, knocking him back before flipping it around and stabbing into the white surface.
The man freezes. His mask cracks. The cracks spread further and further, starting out as thin as hair before widening... and then it bursts with a conical wave of force that sends the man and all the Forgeries behind him hurtling out of the alley and into the rainy streets. Their bodies tumble over each other, and when they stop, it's too far away for Ken to tell their conditions.
Lightning strikes the golden figure, illuminating his silhouette in white as he raises his arms to the sky and cackles. "Fuhahahahahaha! EHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Edited by KiriK on Mar 10th 2022 at 9:56:14 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Wanda drops her tea to the floor, looking understandably confused and taken aback by Ninten suddenly waking up and seizing her by the shoulders. Once he releases her, she places a comforting hand on his back in an attempt to calm him.
"Easy, Ninten. Easy... If what you're saying is true, we should warn him before it's too late."
"Could you just have Thor just blast through all the debris or something? You'd have a hard time sneak-attacking someone after they just reduced a ton of rubble to atoms," Pietro points out.
"Is there anything else Pseudo wanted to pass onto us, may I ask?" Loki inquires, twirling a dagger in his hand.
Edited by IchigoMontoya on Mar 10th 2022 at 7:26:03 AM
It doesn't fully work. Wanda may have to use some magic to force him to calm down.
"B-but we can't! He left the organization a few weeks ago after what happened at the Homunculi's base! H-he said he needed time to sort himself out so he went off on his own. We don't know where he is right now! I-I need to tell Pseudo to have the monitor look for him before it's too late-"
His voice is already becoming a bit more gravely, and his breath is becoming more rapid. If he doesn't calm down soon, he will have an asthma attack.
"Believe it or not, that's exactly what Axonn suggested. Pseudo fears that doing so may also destroy any of the potential hints in there, since they'd be buried under rubble too.", Ness says. He then looks at Loki.
"Well, he wanted to thank you for stopping Ultron, but I don't spend all of my time in the base so I don't really know if there was much else. Why?"
The dark clouds frighten Chargeman Ken even more. Not only has he never lost a fight before, but he's never really been in any real danger before. Plus, the darker skies weaken his powers a little, seeing as he derives his powers from light.
All in all, it looks like his first loss may also be his last.
He turns around only to see himself trapped and cornered. He backs off a bit until he hits a wall behind him when the Forgery with the machete approaches. He raises his gun threateningly, knowing it doesn't work but not knowing what else to do at this point. After all, he's far from physically weak despite his size, but in hand-to-hand combat he's not going to win against a whole group.
But then unexpected help arrives from the strange newcomer. He watches in confusion and awe as the newcomer makes easy work of the Forgery until the explosion knocks him off of his feet, letting him snap back to it.
He quickly gets back up and sees the aftermath of the 'battle', seeing his cackling savior standing while the human? monsters lie on the ground unmoving.
Chargeman Ken's response is to... aim his gun and shoot at the newcomer from behind.
... wait, what?
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Wanda channels some Chaos Magic into her hand, figuring that might be able to calm Ninten.
"Then tell Pseudo. Search for Nesley. Warn Mystia about it, if you get the chance. But you won't be able to warn him if you keep freaking out, Ninten."
"Good point. You know, maybe someone like Wanda could levitate the rubble while someone else else watches their back in case the Assassins try anything funny," Pietro replies. "But if there's a flaw there, maybe sticking to watching the base wouldn't be the worst idea."
Loki shrugs, putting his feet up on the table.
"I was simply curious."
It does work, well enough that the results are immediately noticeable, his breathing slowing down.
"Y... you're right... I gotta... keep my head straight...", he says, taking deep breaths in between his words, eventually grabbing his inhaler and puffing air into his lungs to fully calm down.
"I... I gotta go back. Sorry, you were trying to help me get some rest, but I can't sleep at a time like this."
"I can suggest the idea to Pseudo at least.", Ness says. He then gets up from his chair.
"Oh, I'm gonna have to go. Me and that Teddy guy who's friends with Ninten are gonna play this laser tag game called Fazer Blast a few floors higher up. Ninten wasn't up for playing so he invited me instead. I said 'We can go today, I was already planning on going there anyway', so he'll probably be waiting for me now."
He then starts running off with a 'byyyeeeee!'.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.The golden skull-faced man is sent flying forwards from Ken's blaster, but he manages to land on his hands and flip back onto his feet in a twisting motion, landing facing him head-on.
"... Nnn," he muses.
He steps back towards a nearby building, placing his non-scepter-wielding hand against it. Power is off. No heartbeats felt, no thoughts heard. It's empty. Good.
He rips the whole thing out of the ground and yeets it at Ken, though it almost deliberately goes slow enough for him to find a way to escape. Perhaps he could gain power from the lightning... it is extremely bright even if one strike lasts only a moment.
Cinke's Lab, Fallen Oblivia
Having found a version of her old lab in Fallen Mira and promptly reclaimed it, Cinke is currently bench-pressing a stoic Platinum, who lies stiff as a steel girder, arms folded.
"Four thousand nine hundred and ninety eight... yonsen kyuuhyaku kyuujuu kyuu... 00110101 00110000 00110000 00110000!" She hurls Platinum aside, the robot teching onto his feet.
"You have never expressed such fervent interest in training before, Lord Cinke."
"I would rather not experience such a humiliating and undignified destruction as the one Set delivered unto me, you see. Preventing such a thing takes more than building new fancy weapons. What good will they do if they're destroyed before I can use them?"
Edited by KiriK on Mar 10th 2022 at 9:56:22 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Astil, Ruins
The AI took in this information, seemingly silent for but a second, Kroq-Gar looking to Amaterasu with a cocked grow. Her voice sounded just like he expected it to, it was odd, but he was glad to be correct and not have his eardrums shatter.
"Than it is a relief. While we share not the same blood nor even the same fabric of time, my whole's creation was able to properly find an ally when no other of his kin are available. Except for one-"
Kroq-Gar immediately raised his head up fully, standing upright and interrupting the AI in it's tracks.
"Who?!"
The Naoalli stopped, as if wondering if it had misunderstood the sequence before it. But it immediately discredited such a notion. Something was wrong. A Saurus showing that kind of cognition was usually ill expected unless certain stimuli entered the equation. Nothing bad really happened to the best of it's calculations, beyond Malleus's end. Yet even then Saurus were supposed to display an emotional indifference as to not feed the entities they warred against. It would decide to answer it's creation first, before resuming it's conversation with the Goddess.
"Kroxigor Xokha Sect Tlanxa 03 was pulled from our timeline into an organization who thinks itself superior to me. He has been wandering the expanse of this world for over a year now. He sided with them before he found them unable to protect the great plan. Unwilling to save his compatriots. But! It is now possible to set things right and restart the resistance. Though I must now ask Amaterasu if she understands the danger of the Ruinous Powers. There can be no middle ground on them."
Kroq-Gar seemed somewhat relieved an ally of his still was alive. Of his own kin no less. Though, he fell back into his programming, and waited for his turn to be called upon.
Nakai the Wanderer was still alive.
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Mar 11th 2022 at 9:51:00 AM
AwawaKen looks panicked for a moment, but then focuses. Energy waves start to emit from his body, and instead of Ken having to dodge, those waves utterly destroy the incoming building, letting the debris rain down on the alleyway.
Thinking quickly, Ken then starts to jump on and over various pieces of debris, all still in limited animation movements, and lands in front of the alleyway, in-between the golden skull-man and the Forgeries.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Now that Amaterasu knows Kroq-Gar and the AI can take it, she continues speaking directly. "The Warp and its daemons? I have not faced Chaos, but I know of it. I have defeated evil itself, and no monster will escape its necessary demise under my watch. I am ready."
Ken will hear a groan behind him. If he turns to look, the Forgeries' masks have all been broken. They really are human, and all still alive despite the power of the golden one's attack. They're starting to wake up now.
"Pfeh!" The gold skeleton laughs again, his arm snapping into position to point at Ken. "FUHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! Ore no namae wa Ōgon Batto! Omae wa kodomo na noni, nakanaka tsuyoi! Nan toiu?"
Edited by KiriK on Mar 10th 2022 at 10:08:53 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.""I'll do that."
He then, perhaps to Wanda's surprise, gives her a quick hug.
"That's for our talk. It really helped. Thanks for that.", he says, smiling genuinely. He then wastes no time, creating a 4th-D Slip and returning to Pseudo's base.
A STAFFbot comes over to Loki and Pietro with a new, steaming hot pizza less than a minute later. What amazing service.
Pizzaplex, Secret Underground Room
Montgomery
◊ stands at the doorway of a room with a large, swerving conveyor belt. Animatronic parts are being moved along on said conveyor belt as he watches, grumbling to himself.
"I'm still having trouble believing you're doing this." , Roxanne Wolf
◊ says as she approaches him from the hall leading to said doorway. Monty glances back and lowers his sunglasses a bit.
"Someone's gotta keep the place runnin' once we go out looking for Freddy and that brat."
"Yes, but considering your history I'm surprised you chose him."
"Who'm I supposed to entrust this place to? Mr. Hippo?" , Monty snarls.
It's quiet for a bit. Roxanne looks concerned, but also somewhat angry.
"Freddy's going to find out about what you did this way."
"Yeah, well... we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." , Monty says.
"You're awfully calm about this. Chica and I haven't forgiven you yet, you know. And I think even Freddy won't react all that well once he learns about this."
"Again, I wasn't myself when I did that!"
"You say that. But you don't have proof."
"Can we deal with this after we get Freddy back!? Agh, why can't this place just run well enough with just the three of us!?"
"Because Freddy is the star." , Glamrock Chica
◊ says as she approaches too. "None of us could replace him. Not even you."
Monty snarls, but just turns to look back at the conveyor belt.
"... I hope he likes his new look at least." , Chica says, worried. "There wasn't enough left of his old body to put him back together."
"He'll look better in purple than blue. It'll be fine." , Monty grumbles without looking at her. Chica and Roxy look at each other for a moment.
"We should go back up to entertain the guests." , Chica says. Roxy chuckles.
"Of course. I'm not going to keep my adoring fans waiting!"
The two turn and walk away. Monty keeps his gaze on the conveyor belt, and once he's alone, he just sighs.
"I really did not know what came over me back then. I did want to be the star, but the extent I went to wasn't-"
Monty jumps and turns around, startled. He growls and promptly punches Map Bot to the ground before closing the door and walking off, letting the automated machinery continue on its own. He pauses for just a moment.
"... You know I didn't intend to go that far, right... Bonnie?"
After another small pause, he properly walks off.
Chargeman Ken does indeed turn, looking shocked when his suspicions were confirmed. These things are humans and somehow turned into those! The thing that sent them at him must know more about this. Though that 'thing' is nowhere to be seen, so he can't confront it about this.
He then hears the question. He's on guard and keeps his laser gun aimed at Golden Bat, but he does respond.
"Boku wa Chājiman Ken toiu! Omae wa ningen wo koroshitai koumori no bakemono dattara, yurusanai!"
Edited by DevilPsyco on Mar 10th 2022 at 5:24:44 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Astil, Ruins
"Be weary, Guardian. It is not just the thought beast that should worry you. But the entities of mortal flesh that have pledged allegiance to them as well..."
A hologram was projected from the center mass of the construct, which showed a series of texts and symbols that perhaps to any eyes other the Saurus before it were mere gibberish. But the Saurian tongue is clear. He spoke in a far more, noble tone now, putting his biological hand forward he graced the symbols, clicking on the right configuration: Xapati'ata to Huaxhotl to Qah, finally to Xiliquncanixah. It was a map given to him by the Old One's themselves. He took the information in, and saw the code almost like a seeking wind bleed into his Hand of the Gods, returning a blue glow to the gauntlet. He flexed his hand, slowly moving his mechanical fingers as the map came up again.
"...A blessing."
"Aid your Kroxigor brethren should the fight be too harsh. As for you Amaterasu... We have much to discuss. Perhaps we can achieve kinship, and help me out in my cause."
Awawa

The Forgery reels back and lets go, grunting in pain in a very clear human male voice. He clutches his mask in pain as if it were his face.
IT APPEARS ONLY FORGERIES CAN WITHSTAND THIS WEAPON. AN UNUSUAL CASE, BUT EASILY OUTMANEUVERED.
More Forgeries advance from the sides, trying to surround Ken. Some wield improvised weapons, one is audibly chuckling, but most are silent.
Edited by KiriK on Mar 10th 2022 at 8:00:47 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."