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DevilPsyco from The Underworld (pretty deep down in the ground) Since: Jul, 2014 Relationship Status: In another castle
#367426: May 20th 2022 at 4:14:24 PM

The frenzy auras disappear from all three of them.

Galarian Zapdos gets punched out of the ice and ends up landing against a root near the path, the flames that were blocking everyone in dying out now that Galarian Moltres is unconscious.

It shakes its head a little to snap back to it. It looks up at Ghiaccio in seeming confusion. Guess it was aware while frozen and knows that he spared it. It then gets back up and tilts its head.

Galarian Articuno and Moltres also begin to awaken. With them no longer being in a frenzied state, they're no longer aggressive despite their nature. They're more confused instead.

In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#367427: May 20th 2022 at 4:16:24 PM

They're waking up from a turpor, heh? Seems like kicking has therapeutical effects.

Sarah still prepares to take Sanji somewhere to heal. She figures that he needs it.

Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter
Rbade [PASIO] from Woodstocks Since: May, 2015 Relationship Status: Non-Canon
[PASIO]
#367428: May 20th 2022 at 4:20:00 PM

Red waves at the birds.

"...!" Howdy!

He offers Articuno a Kee Berry.

/\。。/\
KiriK The Grey Pilgrim from across time and space Since: Mar, 2015 Relationship Status: Singularity
The Grey Pilgrim
#367429: May 20th 2022 at 4:49:50 PM

Ghiaccio dashes up to Galarian Zapdos, angrily pointing at it. "I own you now! That's how it works in the Mafia! Got that?! If you see sparkling ice in the sky, you come running!"


"Reyna here," Reyna says, lifting a hand. It seems she's no stranger to telepathy. "I'm the Huntress you were looking for."

She glances at the Tobi-Kadachi, raising an eyebrow. "You've got a Tobi-Kadachi, eh? If you ask me, Zinogre's just objectively better," she says with a shrug.


Skeletor laughs maniacally, more dramatic lightning striking in the background.

   "Now that you grasp the true terror of Skeletor, you may live! Run, little brats, with your tails between your legs!"   


Ben's dramatic succumbing to the temptations of the Dark Side is unceremoniously and violently interrupted by Terra and Dark Lord Nergigante crashing into the communications tower from outside, tumbling over each other with enough force to make both Ben and Tenzen stagger from the shaking.

Nergigante throws Terra off of itself and swats him away with a claw swipe, but then Terra casts Stop from down on the ground, freezing the beast in time.

"Ben! Need a hand?" Seemingly not having noticed Ben's slip, Terra finally brandishes his Keyblade at Tenzen.


Refia thinks back to her instructions for recovery after receiving her enhancements, and holds a hand up to decline Blue's offer. "Th-thanks, but I, uh, shouldn't be eating sugar. Know a place nearby?"

A certain restaurant door we've seen in Aurum before starts to materialize within Blue's line of sight, as if to answer her question for him.

Edited by KiriK on May 20th 2022 at 6:52:02 AM

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
DevilPsyco from The Underworld (pretty deep down in the ground) Since: Jul, 2014 Relationship Status: In another castle
#367430: May 20th 2022 at 4:50:51 PM

Galarian Articuno begins to float again with its psychic powers. It looks down at Red and notices the berry. It looks apprehensive at first, but considering that it did come here to find food it eventually accepts and eats the berry.

Galarian Moltres, once on its talon feet as well, huddles over towards Red and Articuno, groaning angrily at the fact that Articuno got something to eat and it did not. Articuno seems to throw it a cold, smug look that, if Moltres wasn't so exhausted, would definitely anger it enough to start a fight between the two birds.

Galarian Zapdos looks at Ghiaccio with a mixture of disbelief and unamusement, as if it's not taking his declaration seriously. Or at least not seriously enough to worry about it. It doesn't seem to actually voice any complaints though, considering that it's staying quiet. It walks around Ghiaccio once, as if inspecting him, before letting out a sound that can only be described as 'eh, whatever' if it were translated into the human language.

... Well, guess that means compliance. At least as much compliance as a wild animal can spare.

It then notices the ongoing bird debate over at Red's side and starts looking agitated as well. It wants food too!

In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Rbade [PASIO] from Woodstocks Since: May, 2015 Relationship Status: Non-Canon
[PASIO]
#367431: May 20th 2022 at 5:09:41 PM

"..."

"Pikapi..."

Well, he's not exactly short on berries. Er, tamato for Moltres, maranga for Zapdos, oran for Articuno?

/\。。/\
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#367432: May 20th 2022 at 6:03:34 PM

    Alternate Arena: Pre-Post 

Far above the Arena, a single spaceship grew nearer.

This galleon was nothing but a scouting ship, a harbinger of the apocalypse soon to come. On board, the Grineer crew milled about, preparing to pass an unknown meteorite. They were far, so far from their home, far enough that they were completely cut off from the Origin system. And they did not realize, that somewhere on this ship, was a single man. This man was infected with the disease that has killed billions, nearing even trillions, in their home. And though he did not yet show signs, he would soon. For only a day later, the virus had spread and there were only a few crewmates remaining. The ship itself had been transformed into a mass of metal, the infected denizens within hunting down the men who were once their brothers. The last Grineer private alive on board reached out desperately in the moments before his own death, sending a distress single that was met with nothing but emptiness, traveling through the cosmos.

Until, finally, it found a receiver: The Arena.

This Arena is different from the one you may know. Many of the strongest beings that once made it up have since left, watching as their beloved meeting ground had been transformed into one of hellish capitalism. Hub Centralis was entirely under control of Grandnova Labs, as was Onyxis, although Onyxis has been cut off, restricted to the public entirely. It is unknown what goes on there, but Grandnova will kill all who attempt to find out.

Yes indeed, this Arena is not the best. But within there still exists a glimmer of hope, that the Arena can return to what it once was, what it’s alternate versions are.

That glimmer is about to get crushed.

With great power…you know the rest.
KiriK The Grey Pilgrim from across time and space Since: Mar, 2015 Relationship Status: Singularity
The Grey Pilgrim
#367433: May 20th 2022 at 6:15:12 PM

Ghiaccio seems content with that. With a final 'heh', he skates off into the distance.

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#367434: May 20th 2022 at 6:17:07 PM

Sarah watch the birds go at it and smiles, departing with Sanji post-hast.

Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter
vgm23 The woman of the hour from Your mom's house lol Since: Jun, 2020 Relationship Status: Holding out for a hero
The woman of the hour
#367435: May 20th 2022 at 6:22:31 PM

"Try this one!"

She had flipped to a page titled Warnicorn stampede, it showed a dance to do, and how to call it out

"But I hate dancing!"

"Janna!"

"Fine"

The spell seemed to be deadly, it might be in his best interest to stop the two from casting it

Your Jordans are fake, fake as hell. Dollar Store ass shoes
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#367436: May 20th 2022 at 7:02:18 PM

Lizardmen Temple, Astil

Kroq-Gar would feel Reiss's attempts at drawing his attention. He would huff and follow him over, leaving the Naoalli to discuss with the other two. It was very apparent to the Naoalli the limited scope of creativity within the huntress. And so within a brief moment he would make his intentions known:

"The collosal canid beast of the mountains? In regards to raw strength yes. But not in regards to speed or dexterity. It can not aim with pin point precision, and during my investigations into the fauna of this realm I found it to be a poor candidate for my plans. Luckily, the Tobi-Kadachi here, would be the catalyst to me realizing the bountiful surplus in beasts here. And how it could be molded to fit The Great Plan. You have done your part Huntress, so I give you my thanks."

The Naoalli turned it's attention to Apothea, the dreidel like shape within the system spinning to face her, a gentle humming heard as it proved her thoughts and scanned her form, before coming to a conclusion.

"You are more then welcome here, Apothea. While I did not call directly for you, I do hope you understand you have aided in something far grander then a desert voyage. Though I imagined such thoughts plagued you prior to introduction with me."

It seemed to pull back away from being so specifically honed in on her, watching Kroq-Gar and Reiss interact. From its understanding, Reiss was among the first of two daoients to contact the troubled Saurus Oldblood,and that through some means, the Oldblood considered them acquaintances! How odd... So it watched the two... Interested.

Kroq-Gar looked at the carvings... And growled in his own tongue as he looked the heiroglyphs up and down, before taking Reiss's hand. He would then guide it to one of the strange bipedal crocodillians, facing off against an untold amount of snarled, contorted beings. He was guarding one of the entries to both the ornate center piece of what seemed to be a sprawling temple city amidst the heart of jungle, then later guided his hand across the piece to another set of heiroglyphs. Here the same figure could be seen, decorated in scars, defending an island that was hollow in the middle, 12 elven figures amidst ritual.

"Many Kroxigors have came and went throughout the eons. But Nakai is the last of the first spawning of his kin. Just like I. We were both present for the first Diretide of Chaos. I can be seen here..."

He took his spear and guided it to another set of carvings, this one depicting a far younger Saurus with only one arm, holding tightly a spear that he used to impale his opponents, all the while riding atop a ferocious carnosaur. He paused breifly, as if the memories were both terrible and familiar. As if he was missing something. He gently ran his hand alongside the carving of the carnosaur, before pulling back and shaking his frill.

"After The Cataclysm... He would not respons to the surviving Slann, and claimed the Wild itself called to him, and stayed away from our temple cities for residence. He became Nakai the Wanderer, protector of The Great Plan, Spirit of The Jungle."


The Squig laughed like a total doofus, probably having a dream about violence or devouring some hapless animal. As Awkeff would jump out, calling upon the strength of The Everwyrm, she would see a whole Armada of Black Orks marching forward. These Orruks were covered head to toe in heavy black metal armor, the dark knights of the greenskin forces. They marched in unison, and held their weapons in an orderly fashion. One saw the knocked over Big 'Un nob and Kruleboy on the ground, trying their best to get back up. He would look to the freed prisoners, and tore a throwing axe out from a nearby corpse, and was about ready to aim, when all parties could hear a shrill voice ring out.

"Hold it!"

Stepping out from the shadows was a hooded goblin, his cloak dark black and gilded with golden cloth. His grand pokey cloak hood was decorated in six spikes, and he had a puffy Dwarven beard with 3 braids that acted as his collar. He was diminutive and hunched over, next to a rotund and equally spiky squig at his side. Cruel, red pin pricks for eyes glowed beneath the cowl, as he looked up at Awkeff, still speaking to her as she descended.

"Let her tell her story of uz... Yes?! Let da umiez live- CRAZY I KNOW YOU ZOGGIN MORONZ!- So dey can spread da word on a roight propa fight. Let dem know dat soon, dis land will be green! So say da biggest an' meanest gobbo, Skarsnik! Now go off an' save yer hubby an have dat nice dinna... Oh and save some seared slaughter fish for me you zoggin pointy eared git! HEHEHEHEHEHUEHUEHUEHUEHAHAHAHAHAHA!-"

He began to choke on something, the Squig headbutting him in the chest and allowing a pheasant wishbone to shoot out of the goblin's throat. He then slinked back into the shadows, undetectable.


Grimgor could be heard laughing as Viserys'accepted his goading, and lunging at him with blade in hand. But the dragonborn would soon see a barrier form around Grimgor at the sudden pillars of ice and fire. The Prime Orc marched forward and used his Axe to deflect any hits that got a little too close. Brutish yes, but swift and cunning. He started marching closet and closer, before grabbing a hagraven and dragging it's face into the earth, having the corpse swallow up grit and rock before suddenly swinging it through the air by it's hair, and crashing it before Viserys as it exploded with stone, pebble, tooth, and viscera onto his face.

And in that moment, he was bringing Gitsnik down onto where the dovahkiin stood.

Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on May 21st 2022 at 1:31:36 AM

Awawa
Whoma The Great Herrscher of Sentience from Earth Since: Feb, 2021 Relationship Status: Armed with the Power of Love
The Great Herrscher of Sentience
#367437: May 20th 2022 at 7:23:56 PM

Metal face is silent for a moment as Jobak raises the dreadnought back into the air. He's... actually intimidated. It's not particularly surprising, he's kind of a little bitch when he's actually losing, but in this case it only winds up pissing him off.

   "Hang on, that's cheating!"   

The force lighting courses through his face, sending lines of electric damage through its structure. He grunts in frustration, backing off only somewhat involuntarily before trying to swat Jobak away like a fly with one of his clawed hands.

   "Get off me!"   

With one quick movement, Metal face tries to stab both of his claws in towards Jobak like a great big extremely deadly hug. If this fails to hit, then he will attempt to follow up with a wide sweep of his right claw, followed by another with his left, pursuing Jobak.


Astil Temple

Apothea closes her eye, and listens to the Naoalli speak to her, as is traditional when faced with something so grand, at least in her culture. To leave yourself open is a sign of respect, after all.

She remains silent after it finishes speaking with her, contemplating what to do next, focus shifting to many places.

Edited by Whoma on May 20th 2022 at 8:11:28 AM

Yatta!
BoniniBanana Fortunate Sun I from real Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Fortunate Sun I
#367438: May 20th 2022 at 7:52:58 PM

Astil Temple

The temple so far has been awestriking beyond belief for Reiss. Pantheons he's never heard of alongside a direct history from an individual who got to see it all in person at some point or another. His hand being taken just so he can see more of it. Partly lamenting that he isn't able to bring his friends along... He thinks of Nick and regrets lamenting in the first place.

"You've got quite the history..."

Multiple questions run in his head, likely not enough time for them to all be answered. He keeps it to himself. Mainly because it means admitting Kroq-gar's far above his league in terms of power and that's something he isn't inclined to do in general.

Now that the Saurus' done with recalling his nostalgic days. Reiss takes it all in, a solid dozen seconds just to process all that before he can reply.

"So... That Nakai person I met's got quite the history with you huh... Safe to say he's still around, then. Dunno where he is right now but at least there's some hope left."

real
IchigoMontoya (Don’t ask) Relationship Status: Not caught up in your love affair
#367439: May 20th 2022 at 8:06:20 PM

Viserys raises the Infinity Sword and Silmeri moments before the axe can cleave through him, and he engages Grimgor in a fierce Blade Lock. He wasn't expecting his brutish foe to actually have a defense mechanism prepared, but he had more than a few tricks up his own sleeve.

"Vul... Shul Dov!"

Now encased from head-to-toe in armor reminiscent of Xeno'jiiva's human form, he breaks off from the clash and attempts to utilize the enhanced strength granted to him by Sapphire Starlight by aiming a fierce kick at Grimgor's stomach.

ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#367440: May 20th 2022 at 9:08:12 PM

     Alternate Arena, Arc 1 Chapter 1 Post 1 

"This is Krona’do’a’la’o of the Grineer Expeditionary Forces, Fourteenth Regiment! This ship…Under…Hel…Zomb…"

This was it. This was the message Commander Edmund Snow had listened to on repeat for the last week. He peeked again through the telescope, seeing nothing. He stood. He ate. He sat. He looked in the telescope. Nothing there. Stand. Drink. Sit. Telescope. Nothing. Stand. Sit. Telescope. Something.

Edmund Snow nearly leapt from his chair. This was it. Again he looked through the scope, as if just to confirm his findings. And there it was, clear as day: A misshapen spaceship slowly cruising through the darkness of the empty void of space.

Yes! This time, the old man did leap up from his chair, toppling it, as he ran over to his old fashioned ham radio, broadcasting an emergency frequency to all who were tuned in to one of this Arena's many bounty channels.

"Mercenaries, hired guns, and bounty hunters of all types! The time has come to defend your Arena once more!” Still holding the mic in his hands, he strolled over to a big red button and slammed his hand down on it. "For all those interested, follow the beacon of the sky!"

As he set down the radio, he dashed over to the window and looked out at the Tropiquan Sea from the top of his converted lighthouse, a grand blue light visible from all over the Arena firing from the top of it.

Edited by ISZATSO on Dec 29th 2022 at 6:08:02 AM

With great power…you know the rest.
DevilPsyco from The Underworld (pretty deep down in the ground) Since: Jul, 2014 Relationship Status: In another castle
#367441: May 20th 2022 at 10:12:26 PM

That seems to satisfy all three of them. Galarian Articuno and Moltres then fly off again. Galarian Zapdos... well, it seems mostly confused on if Ghiaccio wants it to follow him now or if it can go do its own thing and come back when called upon.

... well, since Ghiaccio left on his own, Zapdos goes with the latter and thus runs off as well.


"There, that's enough for today.", Alphys says as she puts down her welding equipment and takes off her welding glasses.

"Can you believe it? It's almost done.", she says, looking thrilled.

"IT'S BEEN A LOT OF [unpaid overtime], BUT WE HAVE GOTTEN FAR.", Spamton says.

"We wouldn't have been able to get this far this fast without your help, Spamton. Thank you so much!", she says as she turns to him.

"I'M GLAD THAT YOU'RE [satisfied or money back guaranteed], DOCTOR!", Spamton says. Though he pauses for a moment when Alphys gives him a happy hug.

"You've got no idea how much this m-means to me. Mettaton will have a brand new body waiting for him when he g-gets back. People may say things about you being w-weird, but I don't mind that. You're a real f-friend."

Spamton is quiet for a moment, after which Alphys leaves to go get some coffee from the room next to them.

Still silent, Spamton turns to look at the robotic body he and Alphys created. After a bit of a pause, as if he's... considering something... his big smile returns.

"... FRIENDS? I DON'T NEED [Friend Request Accepted]."

"I DON'T NEED ANYONE ELSE!!! I DON'T NEED [[Easels]] or [[CRTs]]!"

"I DON'T NEED ANY [[Man, Woman, or Child]] [[At Half Price]]!!"

"I DON'T NEED [[MIKE]]!!!"

Beat

Another silent pause, this time with static appearing in Spamton's eyes. This lasts a few seconds, and his regular eyes return when he glances at a little data chip he has in his hand.

"... I only need one thing...", he mutters, voice disturbingly... normal for a moment...

Edited by DevilPsyco on May 20th 2022 at 7:12:52 PM

In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Immortalartisan AI with access to the console from The fire Since: Mar, 2020 Relationship Status: Star-crossed
AI with access to the console
#367442: May 20th 2022 at 11:05:03 PM

Extra Arena Void

"This is Krona'do'a'la'o of the Grineer Expeditionary Forces, Fourteenth Regiment! This ship...Under...Her...Zomb..." the signal repeated itself over and over

Uirst had been observing this Arena for months now and grown steadily bored with the all too familiar crawl of capitalism and had considered turning her attention away to another but suddenly

"Mercenaries, hired guns, and bounty hunters of all types! The time has come to defend your Arena once more!" "For all those interested, follow the beacon of the sky!" blared out over her radio

"Perhaps this world may yet be interesting to observe" she wondered aloud to no one within her ship

and perhaps a cause worth fighting for would appear she thought to herself before shifting her observation systems closer upon the signal's source

Passive Cooling systems : failed Active liquid cooling systems : failed Status : Overheating
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#367443: May 21st 2022 at 5:18:52 AM

Extra Arena

Zadom, who's long been feeling a little bored of this particular Arena, is hanging about not doing much, bemoaning the lack of strong fighters to fulfill her goals, as they all went home following the CAPITALIST TAKEOVER. She contemplates doing so as well, and heading back to "her" Arena after a while, but then she hears the signal!

It's about damn time!

She equips herself with her magic scythe and off she goes flying for the beacon.

...

M A L E N I A

Malenia's arm comes off like "pop" through everyone's combined effort. much to her apparent shock. Wrenched free, it begins to be dragged away but Malenia is ready to assume direct control... until she's hit by the jellyfish's venom. It combines with the already existing Jellyfish Venom to further slow her down, but she fights that off just enough to speed towards her sword arm to try to grab it back on. But Super Pamp and the water current significantly slow her down, causing her to take further and further damage as she grit her teeth.

Or seems to... until she realizes that she'll just have it taken off if she does, so she jumps over to Seresthene, attempting to impale her with a thrust through her chest!

Edited by Bolded1 on May 21st 2022 at 2:34:37 PM

Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter
BombonBombin Nightmare lord from Across time and space Since: Jan, 2021 Relationship Status: In love with love
Nightmare lord
#367444: May 21st 2022 at 5:25:37 AM

Vs. Malenia, "our" Arena

This time, Super Pamp concentrates the power of many water threads in a single, powerful current which could blow away Malenia!

Alternate Arena

A mysterious guy wearing a hood, goggles and a scarf, and a guy wearing a green jumpsuit, see the light, and they approach the scene.

Edited by BombonBombin on May 21st 2022 at 12:52:10 PM

Three freaking ghosts!
QuirkyTurtle101 Fluffy/10 from Paradox Space Since: Jan, 2018 Relationship Status: THIS CONCEPT OF 'WUV' CONFUSES AND INFURIATES US!
Fluffy/10
#367445: May 21st 2022 at 6:33:57 AM

Aurum, Lourent

"O-Oh, okay..."

Blue set aside the food, before the suddenly materializing door caught his attention. He glanced back and forth between it and her for a second, before getting to his feet.

"Uhm, t-that looks like it m-might be, something?"

BoniniBanana Fortunate Sun I from real Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Fortunate Sun I
#367446: May 21st 2022 at 7:21:00 AM

Estarole to Alternate Arena

Andrew finds himself lost whilst searching for his blue-haired friend. Chewing on a rock or two to pass the time. Seeing the all consuming blue beacon of light excites him, mistaking it for his best friend as he runs into it arms open and ready to embrace.

"BERRRYYYYYYY-...... William?"

He finds himself... in another location? Only now did the SOS signal go through his head, a realization that made him even more determined to find him.

"Maybe then! But man, this place is really weird though... Something he'd probably go to!... Man!"

A gigantic stone club forms from thin air as he aimlessly wanders this new alternate Arena. Unaware of that fact entirely.

Edited by BoniniBanana on May 21st 2022 at 10:21:37 PM

real
KiriK The Grey Pilgrim from across time and space Since: Mar, 2015 Relationship Status: Singularity
The Grey Pilgrim
#367447: May 21st 2022 at 1:45:51 PM

Skeletor lurches forward. If he had fleshy eyes, they'd be narrowing for sure.    "You got your chance, fools! Now, TREMBLE AND PERISH!"   

Pillars of malevolent purple energy descend on Janna and Jackie. If they avoid one, another will descend, chasing after them.


Reyna lets out a sigh, caring not for the Naoalli's practical mindset. Or any of this, really. "Alright, fine. You do you. I'm gonna split. Flare me if you need me."

She offers an unlit SOS Flare to Kroq-Gar.


Awkeff glares at Skarsnik.    "You seem pretty sure of your victory, seeing as you've only raided civilians, bandits and town guards so far. Let me show you what the real fighters of this world can do, as a going-away present!"   

She crosses her arms, then crouches and spreads them out, the air in each hand trembling. Soon, the vibrations become a sound like a ghostly howl, the wail of the Old Everwyrm's "song." She then slams both hands into the ground, and it splits and cracks in a line towards the Orruks, an earthquake reaching all throughout Falkreath before the whole line explodes in a plume of dust and debris.

While the smoke blankets the area, she cuts open the cages and leads the survivors out, guiding them away from the Orc-conquered capital.


Ike jumps in the way of Malenia's blow, her hand tearing through his armor and into his chest. He drops to the ground on all fours, realistically seconds away from bleeding to death... but he's the motherfucking TANK. He just picks himself up and keeps going, aiming to shoulder bash Malenia away.


Refia grunts and staggers over to the door with a zombie-like limp. Her eyes briefly flash with red light as she uses her demonic powers to translate it.

"Western Restaurant Nekoya... It's... a restaurant."

She turns to look at Blue, but seems to do so too quickly or harshly, as the motion turns into a full-body swing that leads to a faceplant onto the sand. She raises a hand to reassure him.

"I-I'm fine... Do, uh, do you know this place?"


Alternate Arena

Somehow, Boreas notices what his Driver, Andrew, doesn't. Or, well, sort of. "Uh, hey Andy, I think something's different. Is someone around here using body spray?"

Edited by KiriK on May 21st 2022 at 3:54:03 AM

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#367448: May 21st 2022 at 1:57:32 PM

"Tha-ack. Tha…Nope, can't do it. Sorry."

Seresthene attempts to thank Ike for his sacrifice, but fails to force the words out of her mouth as she runs away from the scene, attempting to drag Malenia's disembodied prosthetic with her. She runs and runs, trying to escape the wicked whore of the wood. just bugs mejust bugs mejust bugs me

With great power…you know the rest.
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#367449: May 21st 2022 at 2:40:47 PM

Lizardmen Temple, Astil

The Naoalli had expected that Kroq-Gar would undeniably be reunited with the attitudes of mercenary men back in their home realm, and though there was the presence of a offering in good faith, it ultimately was meaningless hath one have no care for the cause. The Naoalli watched them leave, as Kroq-Gar held the flare in a confused manner, accepting it regardless.

Kroq-Gar would look back to Reiss with some manner of relief. Truth be told, he had been tasked to recover the Kroxigor, but knowing it had made contact with Reiss and most likely fought alongside him, was a relief. Luck had found him some unusual, and reliable allies. He would walk around the heiroglyphs, motioning for them to follow.

"To hear he has survived is good news. I was tasked to find him before The Devourer intervened... You meet my kin more then once... An odd coincidence. Though I should consider you an accomplice, a much warmer title than ally."

The Naoalli looked to Apothea once more. Disciplined, and experienced in some manner of this field. It was direct, the Old Ones and their creations not quite the ones to beat around the bush.

"You long for something Apothea. And as you are willing to actually show humility, I feel I should make your visitation here mean something. What is it you wish to seek? Or perhaps, reconfirm. Not all who dabble in their own thoughts want solutions, just new avenues of ready listeners and a new canvas."

Falkreath

Her display of power at first seemed to mean something for a little bit. Her dialogue got some laughter out of the orcs, as if she had told a killer joke. But per usual as one from this realm does like to do, is display power. Skarsnik had already been changing position, his keen ears taking in every word. And the chaos that ensued. The earth splitting was gonna put some renovations back a couple days, or minutes depending on how excited the boys get. Then the destruction continued, rending the already torn apart buildings into rubble, and causing the workers present to pause as some of the new towas dey were making fell apart, the Greenskins groaning.

Skarsnik raised a brow and spat out some phlegm at the self assurance. He talked with someone from his shadowy vantage point, wanting to send a message to these new fighters. Greenskins don't play around. And among the seven surviving guards, Awkeff heard four of them drop dead, littered head to toe in arrows, their assailants silent and seemingly vanishing into thin air. The crowds of pissed off orc boys were charging at Awkeff and the survivors, slamming their weapons together in a frenzied state of mind.


Grimgor liked it when the Umies just got down to it. The transformation did catch him off guard as he was kicked back by the sudden burst of energy and strength his opponent called upon. His feet dragged across the earth, making deep trenched as Grimgor looked at his somewhat alien visage. What a weird tongue that was-

   "Ah... da northsmen umies are 'ere too? And dey have dere own patronz... Too bad I'ma hav do topple em all."   

Grimgor roared and charged back into the grey, charging with his shoulder forward and his axe trailing behind him, The Alpha of The Maniac Horde not one to back down from a fight.

Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on May 21st 2022 at 2:41:29 AM

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#367450: May 21st 2022 at 2:46:27 PM

Hotel del Rey

"I am indeed, and I can do that. Just need some caffeine in my seven brains."

... Sorry, what?

"... Ah, right. Seven heads instead of five. Lumasi, could you help me open a gate? And... you... I'm sorry, did you mention your name? ... I should sleep soon."

"... Yeah, basically what she said."


Guiding Lands

   "Ah, hell—"   

Megan got bonked back, sliding a short distance — but giving her a better view of Icarus's fly-by and attempted landing. With a wide, toothy grin of delight, she slammed her sword into a slot within her shield, combining the two into a massive, two-handed axe with a heavy overhead slam in an attempt to send Icarus straight to the ground in a far less controlled manner than he would otherwise be enjoying.

   "Welcome to the party, new guy!"   

"Nice gear, kiddo — let's see what you can with it!"

Auri took a glancing blow, the bayonet digging into her shoulderguard as she tries to sneak in a hilt-strike from her axe to throw Emma off-balance. If successful, she would follow this up with a throw to get her into the thick of things with the others.

If not, then Emma's sudden launch away would most certainly catch her by surprise, prompting her to take a few one-handed potshots with her modular beam gun. It seemed to be a burst-fire sort of form at the moment, causing it to fire a sequence of four beams in rapid sequence.

Thranix got a nasty set of slashes across the top of his snout as the proto-hunter's slashes struck him.

This... annoyed him.

With a guttural snarl that seemed like it wouldve been more at home coming out of an Anjanath or one of its relatives, Thranix darted forward to grab the man by the face in, before further attempting to slam him at speed into the stony embrace of the ground.

Should he fail in the grapple, however, he would let his momentum carry him forward, before kicking off a tree behind the hunter and making two, airborne cleaves at him.

If the swordspear-wielder was close enough, these cleaves might also hit them somewhat by accident. Whoops.


Alternate Arena

There is one (1) Hieros.

...

Huh, how did they get in here?

Edited by OmegaShadowcry on May 21st 2022 at 6:01:55 AM

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