Hotel del Rey
Quirky shrugs at the comment.
"Seven, five, close enough. As for name, just Quirky is fine. I dunno, picked it up back in the day and it just stuck."
Aurum, Lourent
Blue seems momentarily surprised at Refia's sudden swing around, taking a quick step back before approaching again and being just about to offer another helping hand - until she holds up her own to signal that she's okay.
"N-No, uh, I just, g-guessed, honestly..."
Guiding Lands
The still-mysterious figure's retreat had cleared them nicely of Thranix's assault, so in favor of interfering with the brutal, yet stylish attack he had opted for, they took a moment to call down another lightning bolt on their weapon to keep it charged, then watched the two fighters locked in combat, ready to make a move if anyone should come near.
"You might find toppling them considerably harder than ransacking a minor hold. Although, I suspect you would probably welcome the challenge with open arms."
Viserys twirls the Infinity Sword and Silmeri in a manner reminiscent of General Grievous spinning his lightsabers before meeting Grimgor's charge head-on, ready to truly pit his elemental blades against the hulking greenskin chief and his mighty axe.
Apothea pauses, briefly unwilling to face the Naoalli, surprised that it could understand her to such a degree. But, composing herself, she comprehends that it simply must understand more than she does. So, she faces it again with only that moment's hesitation.
"You are correct. I do not entirely know what it is I truly want", she says, trusting its judgement perhaps a little too much, "I don't suppose you are capable of telling me on my own behalf?"
She pauses for a second or so.
"No, even if you could, I would not want you to. That is something I must find for myself. So then, what I ask of you is simple: Whatever it is I am looking for... do you think I could find it here?"
Apothea adjusts her mask. It was molded in the shape of her face, perfectly, so it would never, ever slip.
She could have asked for more, most certainly. She knows that very well, and a small part of her says she is foolish for not grabbing at a potential avenue for power. No amount of fire can burn away your past, after all, and once upon a time she had been someone desperate for power.
Not anymore. If power was something she wished to seek, she would achieve it through practice and discipline, not a gift from some entity she knew so little about.
Really, it was quite presumptuous of her for the thought to even occur. But, it also would not have been the first time she'd been blessed with power. The association is there.
Yatta!Malenia
William's morale is boosted by Ike's sacrifice. Mustering up the confidence and exit the comfort of his jellyfish to run in and try to full nelson Malenia from behind. Using all 4 limbs of his to restrain and lock himself onto her in order to let Seresthene run with the prosthetic.
If it lands, Malenia would find he's practically fucking weightless despite the tight grip.
Guiding Lands, Auri
Emma lands her bayonet into Auri, making her get a bit cocky and nearly let out a hefty giggle. Which was immediately interrupted, being hit by the hilt as she rapidly wobbles her arms to regain balance but immediately thrown. Thoroughly caught off guard by the attack as she rolls backwards to save herself from crashing.
"Heh, alright then!"
Whilst rolling back the rifle has formed back into a handgun. Immediately opening fire at Auri once she gets up. The shots being empowered by her energy, making them more like hot tracers despite the laser-like appearance.
Astil, Temple
Reiss relaxingly nods at Kroq-gar's nonverbal ques. Confirming that the person he met a while back was a person related to the saurus. He nearly says something but is caught off guard, chuckling awkwardly being left lightly flustered at the idea of comradery with a lizardman.
"Aw, thanks big guy."
Idly, he sits by to think of what else to do. Nothing comes up, so he prepares to leave too.
"I can't think of much to do here now that we're done, besides I gotta get back to my friends. Till we meet again, Kroq-gar... Reckoning this is your home for now-"
Reiss doesn't dash off like last time though, rather just walking out of the temple and into the swamplands.
Edited by BoniniBanana on May 21st 2022 at 10:59:53 PM
realGuiding Lands
Due to a new force driving Icarus into the ground, his ion thrusters momentarily increased thrust in order to guarantee a safe landing anyways, stopping him dead and interrupting the punch that he had planned for the Tarnished. Some wind sensors on his head, as well as his face screen, had broken from the weapon's impact.
"Thanks for the warm welcome, I hope you brought snacks!"
Icarus then tries to abruptly grab Megan's axe and pull it upwards, putting his thrusters to use if necessary. If this succeeds and Megan gets launched into the air, he will fly up to her and try to throw a strong sideways punch, in order to make Megan fly even further.
Edited by StepexNo2 on May 23rd 2022 at 9:40:33 PM
If it disagrees with experiment, it's wrong.Guiding Lands (because I didn't posted last time
Mega-Paco, with his vision now restored, tries to block the shield with his arms in a cross, but the bash it's too strong he falls on the ground, altough still holding the shield.
Meanwhile, Greece tries to take the shield, or at least distract him.
Three freaking ghosts!The Tarnished smiles at seeing Icarus flying their way and ready their sword for a confrontation, but are disappointed when Megan intervenes! It was their fight damn it all!
Nonetheless, they resolve to make up for it by intervening as Icarus attacks, attempting to hit both Megan and Icarus with a sideway swing of their huge sword to send them both flying with immense strength. Should this work on any of them, the Tarnished begin running at the closest downed fighter and almost bring their swords down at them... before remembering the "no killing!" rule, forcing them to adapt by kicking like super hard at them.
...
I am Mal- Malenia gets struck by the water and Ike, giving William time to grab her in a full nelson, and Seresthene to flee! But Malenia yet refuses to give up even with her mounting grievous injuries.
Instead, she begins to run straight at her sword, attempting to dislocate William's legs with the movement of her own run. But his presence on her back is awkward! And so she attempts to do something to deal with him: "seeing" where her sword is, going off the sounds it makes as it's swung about the air by Seresthene's running, Malenia attempts to headbutt William with the back of her head before moving to throw him into his blade and impale him on it! Holy shit!
The craven Malenia then continue her course for Seresthene, but the damage is slowing her down fast!
Lives: 18
Lives by the end: 16 (William, Ike?)
Edited by Bolded1 on May 22nd 2022 at 8:14:30 PM
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterIke dies of bleed DoT. Good, because that contact probably could've given him Scarlet Rot too.
He rushes back into the fight, but stays on his guard instead of going right back on the attack.
"W-w-well, thanks anyway..."
Refia picks herself up and slowly, cautiously opens the door.
A little bell rings, and light fills their eyes... before clearing away to reveal the interior of Nekoya.
Refia peers inside, seeing a variety of faces of different races from different places... and slowly closes the door. She proceeds to just awkwardly stand in front of it, shifting on her feet and glancing at Blue.
"th-there's a lot of people in there," she whispers.
Micky, still in the endlag of his attack, gets staggered by King Mickey's light spell, which true combos into Big Green Vegeta's Destroy attack.
His body starts dissolving from the toes up. "No! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"
"But we can, old friend," says Ronald McDonald, appearing out of nowhere.
"YOU!" Micky exerts so much strength he stops dissolving and starts regenerating, until Ronald shoves a comically large apple in his mouth which explodes, blowing his jaw wide open.
"DISNEY IS ETERNAL! THEY'LL BRING ME BACK IN THE THIRD SEQUEEEEEEEEELLLLLL!"
Losing control, Micky's body starts to flash with light, twitch, jerk, and spasm as his power starts to escape his body, but just as he starts to explode from Power Incontinence, the Destroy attack dissolves his body, and the energy that would've erupted in his enemies' faces instead dissipates into sparkles.
"That... was for Star Wars."
"Son of a-!"
Awkeff unleashes more vibrations directly through the air, hopefully blowing away the enemies. And just in case it doesn't, she shouts, "Od... Ah Viing!"
A dragon's roar can be heard in the distance, moments before the beast himself
◊ descends with a tremendous crash behind the Altmer Dragonborn.
"What is it you would ask of me, Dovahkiin?"
"A d-d-dragon?!" gasps Bjarik.
Awkeff simply turns around and throws the survivors (including Bjarik) onto Odahviing's back. "Get them to safety. I've got work to do."
Odahviing grunts. "I expect compensation for this menial purpose."
"Don't worry, you'll get plenty."
The greenskins have time to attack Odahviing, but he lifts himself up with the survivors clinging to his back, obstructing their ability to target them.
Rey scoffs. "You're not the only one of us to go by a nickname. In fact, only me and Dylan..."
He pauses, puckering his lips. That was not good syntax for what he wanted to say. "Only Dylan and I use our real names."
He thinks for a second. "There's the one guy who's got it backwards, Arachnos, whose nickname is Daniel, but we typically call him by the nickname."
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Aurum, Lourent
Blue glanced inside of the restaurant along with Refia, looking... Just about every bit as spooked as her by the amount of people, honestly. Though, after a moment, he stepped forward again, taking a deep breath as he placed his hand on the door, muttering to himself a bit.
"I-It's... J-Just people. A... Lot of p-people... J-Just, a lot of, p-people... N-Nothing t-to be scared of..."
With that, he gently pushed open the door again, slowly peeking inside.
"Got you n- OWWWWWW"
William piggyback rides into high hell, audibly wailing in fear as he feels his armor slowly wear apart at the strength of Malenia's running. His legs didn't dislocate as badly as expected, but this barely mattered. Since he's far too exhausted to fight back. Being knocked off of and impaled by his own blade. Dying of Scarlet Rot soon after.
He returns to the respawn chamber, writing down this death too. Checking on his previous ones and tallying them all together... It's a lot. Making him carefully consider his approach now.
Should've tested if sapping her of that blight would've helped earlier... But dying faster isn't part of my itinerary today, I think? Whichever the case, I died of more cumulative causes this time... Outside of impalement, that thing was spread even without my armor... Hmm...
Running back in, he knees his blades in half and throws the hilts towards Malenia as if they were daggers. Leaving the remaining blades on his hands. Intending to use them like a parrying dagger if he's arms-length of Malenia. For now, he stays more cautious.
Edited by BoniniBanana on May 22nd 2022 at 6:43:27 PM
realOur battlers have arrived.
From within the lighthouse, three figures walk out onto the soft green grass. One is an old man, Edmund Snow, the one who sent the message. He is clean-shaven, with short gray hair and an old scoped rifle across his back. Green jacket, gray cargo pants, and black gloves were what his attire consisted of. He was the most excited of the trio, having waited for this moment for years.
Standing to his right, a young man with black hair in a similar style to his grandfather's and a outfit that looked vaguely similar to some kind of a militia's. The man, Julian, looked almost as excited as his grandfather. He had no visible weapon with him, save for a longsword (no, not the monster hunter one) sized blade hanging from a belt. The weapon looked vaguely like a shark’s tooth in form.
Finally, standing to Edmund's left was a woman by the name of Julia, taller than the other two and much less excited. In fact, she looked as though she had been dragged out here, and would've been otherwise fine remaining in the lighthouse. She wore all black, and shared the hair color of her brother, albeit with the style in a simple bun. She had no weapon visible to the others, meaning she almost certainly had one concealed away.
Edmund stepped forwards to greet those who had seeked out the light.
"Welcome! I understand a bloodthirsty lot such as-"
"Pops, don't…Use the word 'bloodthirsty'." Julian gently butted Edmund's arm with his elbow to get his attention.
"Right. I understand a…calm and reasonable lot such as yourselves are eager to get right into the fighting. So, I'll make this fast. Come one, let's take this inside." The three shuffled through the door of the lighthouse, leaving it open for those who may not yet have arrived (AKA: Uirst). The inside was taken up mostly by a stairwell, but there was a desk with computers, disheveled papers, and a cardboard box. On the floor was a steel hatch locked tight.
Edmund advanced up the stairway, as Julia sat back down at the chair in front of the desk, and Julian remained in the crowd. Expecting the people here to follow, the eldest of the Snows spoke.
"Many millennia ago, back when the Order of Old had just formed the Arena, there was a plague. Some kind of sickness, I’m not one hundred percent on the details. But what I do know is that this wasn't your average plague. It warped. The people, the weapons, the landscape itself, nothing was saved from becoming changed into a twisted, fleshy hellscape. And I'll be honest, I don't know how the story ends. But the Arena won, as we always do, and drove the plague away.
Except, we didn't. For a while at least, we thought it was entirely gone. Instead, we had simply staved it off. Repelled it from the Arena. The Augury foretold this exact moment, the moment it returns. It’s up to me, us to prevent the return of Dark." The man took a deep breath as they reached the top of the lighthouse. "Before we proceed, does anybody have any questions?"
Edited by ISZATSO on May 22nd 2022 at 4:03:17 AM
With great power…you know the rest.Due to the fact that they opened the door and immediately closed it again, several patrons are now looking directly at them.
However, Refia senses a presence that suddenly calms her greatly. She takes a deep breath, readies herself, and goes in.
She immediately bonks her foot into that of Lionel the lion man, making a metallic tunk as she trips over him.
He yowls, but manages to keep his cool. "OY! Easy there, girl!" He helps her up, eyes widening in surprise at her weight but making no mention of it.
"Are you alright, Miss?" asks Tenshu, who is pretty obviously the head chef.
"Not really..." Refia hobbles to a table, then waves Blue over.
Edited by KiriK on May 22nd 2022 at 6:24:02 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.""I dunno man, maybe the smell is just the grass crying here. But that means they might be sad."
Andrew replies to Boreas, managing to stumble on the lighthouse. Seeing Edmund Snow and his relatives walk out. Listening to the man explain himself alongside his daughter. Instead of putting his club on the ground, it crumbles away from his hand to not hurt the supposedly-crying grass to him.
"Aw man... I wanted a drink"
He follows them in, waving Boreas to follow him in... Assisting if he won't fit. Anyway, he tunes back just in time to get briefed on the situation. The details confuse him, not being the arena he recognizes. Maybe that arena was just some drug trip he went through in hopes of searching his friend? Nevertheless it leaves him confused but mostly interested.
"Man, maybe with the dark I'd think they be easier to find but somehow not."
"I don't have any man, besides one. Where are we? I think I mistook my friend for a gateway."
Edited by BoniniBanana on May 22nd 2022 at 7:34:45 PM
realVs. Malenia
The Super Couple is spouting water and doing sound attacks to keep Malenia away from Ike and William.
Lighthouse, Alternate Arena
The man in hood is thinking about his homeworld while hearing the story. He comes from a future where water is scarce, and used as a coin to buy food and goods. But, in a last ditch effort, he used the time-travelling machine of his friend Maxwell, already with him, to save his world... But he ended here, in a (maybe) worst timeline.
Maxwell, the green-wearing guy, and son of Maxi (from the "Explora Colores" Exploring Guild) answers: Mmmm... Nope, sir. Not yet.
Three freaking ghosts!Lizardmen Temple, Astil
There was a wisdom in this newcomer's words. An other-worldliness that did bring a smile to this consciousness. Perhaps she was free from the barbarism that clouded the majority of this realm, or perhaps she had seen the nature in how ultimately damning a fate being left to such a realm could bring. Kroq-Gar would see Reiss walk off as the creatures they carried in began to stir, the Naoalli quickly paying attention to the spoils of the adventure, and began to summon in small deposits of something green. It seemed softened and melon like, the Apceros and Altaroth immediately rushing over as if they were starved, and began to feast on the material with vigor. The Naoalli would speak up, guiding Apothea to the sight.
"It is not always the best idea to even force one's will upon an another anyways. I can not guarantee these Altaroth will ultimately understand their purpose even if I was to show it to them. I can not guarantee even with my catalog of knowledge that all the Apceros here will provide me the results I desire. I can not even provide my whole's creations would be as willing to call upon help like Kroq-Gar..."
The Naoalli sighed and seemed to reach deep into her psyche, and she could feel something other worldly itself come from such a presence. Like she was only interacting with part of a greater miracle. Like the whole of this being was responsible for the mouth of man. Like it had witnessed the creation of the deaf, the mute, the seeing and the blind. An ancient force that predated all other's around it. And yet it did not try to impose or brag of its age and power, rather it spoke to her as one would a peer. Kroq-Gar watched her intently, as if he had also joined in the wordless discussion, expressing his thoughts through only a gaze and a royal posture. The moment of silence was broken up.
"Power is the simplest projection of one's self. When it is exercised with no purpose, the spectacle of one's own self, is lost. A speech can only do so much if one is willing to listen, and the words of any self-appointed figure of authority are only as solid as their actions. It is the trend of Gods to impose one's wills onto another with the idea of greater fortune, to make one their avatar or disciple with the promise that only through them they are made whole. When in reality, Apothea, I can not tell you your purpose. This I have learned myself. I can not promise you revelations, I can not promise you answers. If you wish to see the world, through another's eyes though, I can only ask you spend time here. If you are tired of using your eyes to see into futures you never cared to see, then lend me your ears, and lend me your heart. Let me show you life through another lens So that hopefully you can regain vision of your own."
Falkreath
Odahviig's presence was ultimately new for the greenskins. The rest of the beasts and people they had fought looked typical of things near the badlands. But here there was something new, something exciting. It looked like the Wyrms of home, just admittedly larger and seemingly far more intelligent. But when presented with a new face, there was always a desire to tussle with it. And the beasts the greenskins owned were not pardoned from this rule. There was the sound of something soaring in, along with a bloodcurdling bellow from some reptilian throat. And then there was the sudden force of something crashing into the dragons side, as a beast akin to a roided up pseudowyvern. It was bulkier, brawnier, but still akin to a Tigrex in its physical form. Its front limbs seemed more suited for punching through stone then flight, and indeed as it lunged at the dragon, it fought with equally reckless abandon. It seemed disinterested in the survivors, just more interested in getting a bite out of this new opponent. The greenskins hollered and cheered as it continued to assault the warrior drake, snapping its jaws as it tried to find purchase upon the giant, losing its purchase as it then tried to engage him once more in the air.
"I AINT SHO EASY TA KILL! Wez saw da first fing and thought wez need a good propra foight!
Grimgor saw this bizarre display of blade work and immediately crashed into Viserys, using his axe to blade lock the two again as he continued pushing forward, stomping on the earth as the dragonborn saw a mad, hungry glint in the behemoth's one good eye. With considerable force he removed his axe from the blade lock and began to swing wildly, splitting earth and stone, the lying bodies of friend and foe alike as he kept moving forward.
"WEZ EXPERIENCED DA BEZT FIGHT IN DA WORLD WHEN IT ENDED. AND DAN WEZ FOUND OURSELVES IN DA SPIKY GITZ' REALM. AND WEZ FOUGHT DERE TILL WE GOT BORED! BUT NOW DERE IZ NEW GITS TO KRUMP, NEW GITZ TO SHOOT! SMASH! CHOP! STOMP!"
He continued this duel, his blade getting closer and closer to landing its mark, his one good eye now just a void of black and red as he began to laugh, loving the fight with this native of tamriel, his voice bellowing out like the depths of hell themselves were lodged in his throat.
"SAY MY NAME! SAY! MY! NAME!!!!!"
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on May 22nd 2022 at 8:51:32 AM
AwawaApothea follows the movements of the Apceros and Altaroth, regarding them with an impassionate gaze, simply observing.
When the Naoalli begins to speak with her, she closes her eyes, and allows herself to listen- not simply physically, but as deeply as she can manage. She remembers a time she was spoken to like this before, when her own god granted her mercy she could not begin to comprehend, and in her rage she shook her off with swift, angry words not truly directed at her. Apothea would not allow that to happen again, so she listens well, and comprehends something of the depth of what the Naoalli represents for her efforts, though truthfully cannot fully understand it. She is not disturbed by this, however.
When the Naoalli finishes speaking, Apothea places her left hand against the closed left eye of her mask. By now she already knows the Naoalli has seen what lies underneath that mask, but still, Apothea does not feel a need to remove it. It is undeniable she hides a part of herself beneath it, but... well, if you can look past it already, what need is there to remove it? To look upon something you already know is there?
Apothea looks down, ever so slightly.
"I believe I understand, to a degree, what you are offering me now. If you are willing to take me, I will stay. Not to offer my allegiance, but in search of understanding. I am a piece of a puzzle not tied to you, nor to this strange place that stretches to unknown fields."
She pauses.
"...And, undeniably, I am lost. My ears and heart are open to you so long as I am free."
Maybe it is foolish to open herself up to a being she knows nothing about like this. Actually, no, she knows it is foolish, but in this moment, does not care. Whether it goes well or not, she will certainly scold herself for opening up this much to someone or something she doesn't know.
But, then again...
Hub Centralis
In a less-populated part of the bustling hub, Andi?
◊ finds what she is looking for. Upon the ground in the center of a lot of some kind are lines, pools, and droplets of a strange, black substance. Slowly, she makes her way to the nearest puddle of the stuff, and dips a single finger in.
Immediately, she retracts her hand with an... audible hiss that almost seems to echo in her throat.
She looks at the substance, and seems to tremble for a moment, before backing off. Hesitantly, she shifts her hand to pick up one of her Pokeballs, and lets loose the creature inside- Peeb the Lilligant
◊
Something seems off about the normally vibrant Pokemon. While it isn't easy to notice in the overcast lightning, her colors seem rather washed-out, like an overused carpet... or a neglected houseplant.
Still, Peeb does as she is asked, letting loose a powerful energy ball that seems to blast apart the strange black substance- along with most of the lot it was in. She's far too close to the explosion for it that to be safe, but neither Andi? nor Lilligant seem to care about their vicinity to it.
Surprisingly enough, though, the black substance seems unperturbed and undamaged- though it is more spread apart.
Noting this, Andi? frowns, a lot more anger on her face than seems... in any way appropriate.
Intrigue
"Holy shit the scrungly!", Angel blurts out upon watching a very ugly Pikachu stroll across her path while she takes a walk through Intrigue. She looks around her, hoping nobody had the displeasure of hearing her say that, before carrying on with perhaps a little less dignity than before.
Edited by Whoma on May 22nd 2022 at 9:12:25 AM
Yatta!Hub Centralis, night
He had watched from the darkness of his singular building in the grand city for many years. Watched as the innocent civilians were beset upon by scum, the lowest of the low.
For many years, he sat and did nothing but oversee the company his late father had left him. Business decisions, new technology, advertisements and mergers, all of it was done by Bruce Wayne. And while he had been doing all of this, there was something bubbling beneath. A hatred, for the vile fiends who had ruined his life and his future. Not just them individually, but everything they stood for. Lawlessness. Anarchy. Finally that hatred had reached it's height only a week ago, and after seven days of planning, he was ready and sure of his actions.
For many years, he sat and did nothing.
Tonight, he was going to change this.
Bruce Wayne, who was clad in an all black sweater and pants, as well as hockey pads for protection and a hockey goalie's mask. He planned to deliver some semblance of justice tonight, even if it was the smallest droplet of it. Across his back was slung a wooden staff, something he had trained in the use of, although had not mastered.
He moved through the shadows, lurking in the dark as he searched for any sign of disturbance. And that was when he saw the bodies.
In an alleyway, there rested a duo of corpses, both very recent. The billion-dollar heir had not seen something like this, not in a very, very long time. And then the smell hit his nose. He hesitated, and gagged as he bent over, still looking at the bodies with horror. In such a state, it would be very easy for one to take advantage of his moment of weakness.
With great power…you know the rest.Boreas just teleports inside to bypass the size issue. Not having much of his own to say, he sits and listens in silence.
Fortunately, as Bruce stands doubled over, nobody comes to attack him.
Unfortunately, he can hear nearby voices. And see more blood in a trail leading to the voices' source. These aren't the only victims.
"You kiddin'? Kid doesn't even have a buck to spare."
"Sucks to be her. Just axe the brat."
"You sure? Could use her as a kickball first."
Laughter. At least four thugs.
Edited by KiriK on May 22nd 2022 at 12:30:32 PM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Hearing the voices, the wannabe vigilante snapped right back to reality.
He lifted his head, immediately shifted to the shadows created by the walls of the alley as he followed the trail of blood, preparing the staff in his hands and he attempted to get as close as possible to the sources while remaining in the dark.
~~~~
Seresthene looked in panic as more allies died more and more violent deaths, before she finally stopped running.
It was time to stop fleeing, both literally and in a more metaphorical sense. No, now she had to take a stand and she knew it. Her thoughts interrupted by Xaron, she turned to face Malenia, keeping the arm on the chains as she swung them around and around, upon her head in a wide berth, gaining momentum.
"You want your arm back so much? Come take it!" She yelled, just waiting for Malenia to come close enough that her torsi would be reunited with the blade of Malenia, blade of Miquella.
Edited by ISZATSO on May 22nd 2022 at 9:06:04 AM
With great power…you know the rest.The Bandits:
(these are the terms by which we shall refer to them)
Fatty is currently swinging around Anya Forger
◊ by the leg, to the amusement of the other three.
"We don't need to kill kids," says Bossman. "She was alone anyway, nobody to bargain for her with."
"I say all the more reason to toy around with her first," says BDSM Vegeta. "Least that way we'll get some value out of the little shit."
Anya, doing her best to stay calm, uses her psychic abilities to search her surroundings for potential rescuers... and notices Bruce Wayne.
Edited by KiriK on May 22nd 2022 at 11:20:24 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Sparks fly as Viserys' elemental swords meet Grimgor's axe in the crucible of battle, the hardy Nord Dovahkiin taking full advantage of the enhanced strength gifted to him by Sapphire Starlight. This giant of an orc was proving to be a more daunting foe than he'd expected, but he had overcome greater challenges.
"Impressive boast. Did you rehearse it on the way here or was that off the top of your head?"
Locking blades with Grimgor once again, he cracks a grin behind his helmet even as the chief's weapon bears down on him.
"I have a better idea. Let me teach you about the language of dragons. Fus... Ro Dah!"
With that Shout, he sends the iconic Unrelenting Force barreling towards his enemy.
Edited by IchigoMontoya on May 22nd 2022 at 9:26:28 AM
"Hey!"
Wayne shouted as he revealed his presence from the darkness, staff in hand. He focused on BDSM Vegeta and Fatty, staff in hand. The rookie assumed a rookie position with the wooden weapon, placing his left foot forwards, right foot back, and holding the stick so that his left hand was closer to the part facing the enemies, while his right hand was closer to the opposite side. He turned his body to the side, the left shoulder facing the four criminals, and held the bowstaff so it remained as perfectly horizontal as possible.
"Put the kid down, now!" He demanded, trying to do his best to not let the nervousness in his voice show.
…It showed.
With great power…you know the rest.Skyrim dragons are on another level compared to Monster Hunter dragons. Odahviing withstands these blows, and although his scales are scattered and chipped and his body bleeds, he does not falter for a moment. He simply takes off, flying away to Whiterun.
Awkeff sighs with relief as the dragon crosses the horizon.
"Now, excuse me, gentlemen." She plants her Shara Ishvalda wings into the ground and vibrates it so intensely that the ground liquefies and she BURROWS UNDER THE SOIL. From there, she heads straight to Viserys' location. After the Unrelenting Force, the ground in front of Grimgor trembles before she bursts out of it with a Shoryuken to try and knock the Warboss off his feet!
BDSM Vegeta jumps and raises a club, holding it over Anya's face. "WEHAVEAHOSTAGE!" he yelps in a panic.
... Until he gets a closer look. Then he, and his pals, start laughing.
"You don't want this fight," says Bossman. "Just walk away and we'll let the kid go."
"Nah. I've been itching for a real fight all night!" BDSM Vegeta rushes at Bruce and swings his club, followed by Spikes joining in with a simple left hook punch. Fatty stays back, dangling Anya by her arms, while Bossman facepalms, shaking his head.
Edited by KiriK on Nov 28th 2022 at 5:27:08 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."

"Ah, I can help with that."
Rbade pops up, scurries over to the kitchen, and seakrhhbbkgohbkhglhlghlh finds a Chocolate:tm: in one of the cupboards!
"Tia! Chocolate has caffeine, neh?"
Agarthan HQ
"M̴m̶m̸m̸m̵m̴m̴m̷m̸m̵a̴s̵t̶e̴r̵..." Hypno warbles from the doorway of Monster's quarters. Receiving no response, it cracks the door open a bit more, before sliding in.
".̵.̸.̵"
"... I hope you bring excellent news, Hypno. Your repeated failures to execute your promises have begun to sour me on the idea that you are a great benefit to our group."
"Y̸-̴y̸e̷s̵,̶ ̷y̴e̴s̷,̷ ̴g̷o̸o̴d̷ ̶n̶e̸w̶s̶!̸ ̷W̸e̵ ̴h̴a̵v̵e̴.̷.̸.̶.̴.̴ ̷ ̸h̸a̸v̸e̶ ̴m̶o̸r̷e̵ ̷w̶o̸r̸k̸e̸r̸s̷,̸ ̶y̷e̴s̸.̴ ̸F̴o̵r̶ ̵t̵h̷e̶ ̴f̵r̴o̶n̵t̷ ̴o̷r̷g̴a̵n̷i̸z̸a̷t̵i̶o̸n̷.̸.̴.̶ ̴W̵o̴r̴k̷e̸r̴s̷ ̵w̵h̷o̶ ̸a̶r̵e̸ ̵o̷b̶l̶i̸v̵i̷o̵u̷s̷,̴ ̴y̶e̷s̴.̴.̵.̷ ̷n̸o̷t̶ ̸m̸e̶r̷e̵ ̷r̸e̶g̴i̵s̶t̸r̶a̶n̵t̷s̶.̵.̵.̸"
"Hrm. Pray tell, friend, are you responsible for this?"
".̸.̴.̶"
"I thought not. Nevertheless, you did deliver good news. The rundown, if you please?"
"H̶h̵h̴h̵h̵h̷....
"A̶ ̶S̵s̷a̸m̸ ̵S̷t̴a̵r̷f̵a̸l̴l̵,̸ ̷a̷s̴ ̸a̴n̶ ̵a̵c̶c̴o̴u̸n̸t̷a̸n̵t̵ ̶a̶n̶d̵ ̸f̷f̵i̵n̶a̵n̶c̸i̸a̵l̶ ̵m̴a̵n̷a̸g̶e̵r̷.̸.̵.̷"
"A̵ ̷P̷p̴p̵p̸e̴t̶e̸r̸ ̵B̷o̸y̷l̶,̴ ̸a̶s̴ ̶a̴ ̷s̷e̴c̷r̴e̷t̶a̵r̶y̸.̴.̷.̷"̴
"A̵ ̴H̶e̸l̷i̵x̸,̴ ̷a̸s̷ ̶a̵ ̵g̶e̸n̴e̷r̶a̵l̵ ̴a̴s̶s̸i̴s̴t̵a̸n̸t̶.̴.̴.̵"
"N̵u̵m̸e̵r̸o̵u̴s̸ ̷u̵n̸c̸l̵e̷a̸r̸e̸d̶ ̶c̸o̸m̵b̴a̴t̵ ̷a̵n̵d̶ ̴b̴o̵u̶n̷t̵y̶ ̸w̸o̴r̶k̸e̵r̸s̶.̴.̸.̸ ̶A̸ ̴H̵a̷r̸u̸h̵i̴ ̶S̸u̷z̸u̴m̷i̸y̸a̵,̸ ̸a̴ ̷B̶u̵s̸t̸e̴r̵ ̷S̸c̴r̸u̸g̶g̴s̶,̸ ̵a̷ ̸F̷l̴a̸g̴e̸l̷l̸a̸ ̷M̵a̸n̴,̸ ̷a̵ ̸M̸e̷g̵u̸m̵i̸n̵ ̷X̴,̵ ̶a̸n̷ ̶A̸g̸e̸n̵t̴ ̵8̴,̶ ̷a̷ ̵K̶a̵z̸u̶t̸o̸ ̵K̶i̵r̷i̸g̷a̵y̵a̵,̸ ̸a̴ ̴S̵u̵c̵t̶i̴o̶n̴ ̴C̵u̷p̴ ̴M̷a̸n̶,̶ ̷a̸ ̵F̶i̶g̴h̷t̷e̵r̴ ̸[̴≠M̴c̶W̸a̵r̶r̴i̴o̵r̸=̶]̴,̸ ̴a̵ ̴R̶y̸l̸e̸y̷ ̵R̴o̵b̶i̸n̸s̴o̴n̷,̶ ̷a̵ ̶R̷e̵i̶ ̶K̵o̶k̶i̷, a̵ ̵C̷o̶u̸r̸i̸e̸r̵ ̴S̸i̴x̸,̶ ̸a̴ ̶T̸h̴i̶a̶ ̸S̵i̴l̴v̵e̵r̵f̴r̶o̶n̶d̶,̷ ̴a̸ ̷R̴i̷s̵ ̸S̶t̴r̷o̷n̴g̶h̶e̴a̷r̴t̷,̷ ̶a̷ ̶K̶i̸y̶a̵ ̵A̶s̵t̷o̸r̴i̸o̶,̸ ̷a̸ ̶T̸a̶a̸k̷o̷ ̷T̵a̷c̷c̶o̶,̷ ̸a̸ ̷Z̵o̴p̵h̶i̵e̴l̵,̴ ̶a̶ ̷N̵y̴d̷a̷r̶r̵o̶s̴ ̵S̸e̷a̸b̸r̷e̸e̵z̵e̶,̷ ̸a̵ ̶T̸h̷e̵o̶d̶o̷r̷e̵ ̷M̵o̷r̶i̸k̸a̷a̸m̶,̷ ̷a̴ ̷M̵e̶g̵a̶n̵ ̵R̴i̷s̷l̸l̷y̸r̶,̶ ̵a̶n̸d̸ ̶a̷ ̵m̷a̵n̵ ̸w̸h̸o̷ ̶c̷a̶l̸l̷s̴ ̸h̶i̵m̸s̶e̷l̶f̸ ̷t̶h̵e̶ ̴K̵r̸i̶l̴l̷e̸r̴.̴.̶.̴"
"A̷ ̸M̶e̶l̴ ̴K̵e̷l̸l̶y̶ ̵a̶n̴d̸ ̶M̸o̶r̵d̸e̶c̷a̸i̵,̷ ̷a̴s̷ ̴c̶o̵m̵b̷a̶t̸ ̶w̷o̴r̶k̷e̸r̴s̸ ̶w̶i̴t̵h̸ ̵c̶l̵e̸a̸r̵a̵n̸c̶e̴-̷"
"WITHOUT MY NOTICE?!"
"H̸h̷h̴h̶.̷.̶.̷!̸ ̶I̸t̴ ̶w̵a̴s̴ ̷M̴a̴g̵a̸n̷e̸,̵ ̷m̶y̴ ̴m̸a̶s̵t̵e̴r̴.̸.̷.̶ ̴.̵.̴.̷ ̸Y̸o̵u̶ ̷t̸r̸u̸s̶t̶ ̵h̴e̵r̴ ̶w̶i̸t̷s̸,̶ ̵y̶e̷s̴?̸"
"Hmph. True. I will need to ascertain this Kelly for myself. ... Continue."
"H̵h̵h̵.̶.̶.̸ ̶o̴u̶r̵ ̴g̵r̴e̷a̷t̵e̸s̸t̸ ̴r̴e̴c̴r̶u̵i̴t̷m̵e̷n̷t̶ ̵w̸a̶s̴ ̸E̷n̸,̷ ̵a̷s̴ ̷a̴ ̵f̷r̵o̴n̵t̴ ̸o̶r̷g̴a̶n̶i̶z̸a̴t̷i̵o̸n̵ ̵l̷e̴a̴d̸e̷r̷.̶.̶.̸ ̵o̸f̴ ̶t̸h̴e̵ ̵E̴n̵ ̵F̶a̶m̴i̴l̷y̷.̵.̸.̶ ̴t̴h̴e̸y̷ ̶a̸g̵r̸e̷e̶d̶ ̸t̴o̶ ̷w̸o̷r̶k̵ ̷w̶i̵t̵h̴ ̸u̵s̵.̷.̵.̷ ̵b̶u̸t̴ ̷g̴i̴v̸e̴n̸ ̴t̷h̷e̵ ̶d̷i̵f̶f̴e̵r̵e̷n̴c̷e̴ ̷i̶n̶ ̵p̶o̴w̴e̵r̴.̸.̶.̸ ̸I̵ ̷s̶u̷s̷p̴e̴c̴t̶.̸.̴.̵ ̶t̷h̸e̶y̵ ̴w̵i̴l̵l̵ ̵w̶o̵r̷k̴ ̵'̸'̴f̷o̶r̸'̷'̷ ̴u̸s̸.̷.̸.̶ ̸I̵ ̷s̷u̴p̶p̸o̵s̶e̴ ̷y̶o̸u̸ ̸s̸h̶o̶u̵l̷d̴ ̷m̶e̸e̷t̵ ̷w̶i̷t̵h̶ ̸h̷i̷m̴.̵.̷.̴"
"Retrieve this 'En' by Eleventh Hour. Now, it has not escaped my notice that great deal of these names are... it pains me to say this, heroic. How might you say they decided to shack up with a Guild that purports itself to deal with bounties, assassination, and mercenary work?"
"M̶a̸s̶t̸e̸r̴.̴.̷.̷ ̴w̵o̷u̶l̴d̵ ̵y̵o̸u̴ ̸n̴o̷t̷ ̸a̶g̶r̶e̴e̵ ̵t̴h̶a̸t̸.̶.̴.̵ ̴'̶q̸u̵e̷s̶t̷s̸'̴ ̴a̷n̶d̸ ̷'̵a̵d̵v̷e̵n̸t̴u̷r̸i̶n̴g̷ ̶w̸o̷r̴k̸'̵.̴.̴.̶ ̴a̷r̴e̸ ̶n̷o̸t̶ ̵d̴i̴r̸e̴c̴t̴l̵y̷ ̵a̶d̷j̸a̵c̶e̶n̴t̷ ̶t̶o̵ ̷m̸e̷r̸c̸e̸n̶a̸r̷y̸?̴ ̴M̸a̵y̷h̷a̷p̵s̵ ̷t̵h̷e̶y̷ ̷s̵a̷w ̵t̶h̶e̵ ̵G̵u̸i̵l̸d̸.̶.̶.̸ ̴a̴n̸d̷ ̷a̴s̸s̵u̸m̶e̶d̴ ̷a̵ ̷m̴o̴r̴e̶.̷.̵.̶ ̸t̸r̶a̸d̵i̴t̵i̴o̷n̵a̷l̴l̸y̴ ̵h̵e̴r̴o̶i̷c̴ ̴d̵o̵g̸m̸a̷ ̵u̷n̴d̸e̷r̵l̴a̴y̵ ̸i̵t̷.̴.̴.̵"
Monster nods, before rubbing his temples. "I fear this cover may be taking upon a life of its own. Alas, I suspect it is too late to uproot. We shall be running this organization in the mean time - 'adventures' may well bring in their share of bodies, and will certainly bring in materiel. I shall remind our Cleared members of my primary concern, however. And Hypno?"
"M̵m̶m̶m̷a̶s̸t̵e̵r̸...?"
"Stop FUCKING up. You can reprogram captives just as well, with three less limbs. My friend, I have my limits."
Hypno blithers wordlessly for a moment, before bowing quickly and scurrying out of the room.
Edited by Rbade on May 21st 2022 at 8:15:12 AM
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