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Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#371226: Sep 20th 2022 at 9:07:16 AM

The giant snarls as it explodes, the attack destroying its bodies far beneath its ability to regenerate. However, as it explodes, it sounds much more annoyed than exploded, grunting in irritation as its sun head stays in place, unmoving, listening to his plea. It didn't make such an habit of dragging things out, and would have been happy to squash the being for inconveniencing it to such a large degree, yet it felt that the third was relishing an opportunity to talk things out.

VERY WELL.

The Sunhead stays in one place, as all sounds suddenly stops around the two mortals. The crackling of fire, the apocalyptic fallings of the trees, the rumbling of the defiled earth all stop for the briefest of seconds, before the sun expands... and then retract itself, the space warping chaotically around it as it painfully begins to contract into a smaller and smaller form, as a sort of crunch emanate from its glowing surface whenever it warps and contract. When it's settled into a satisfying form, the size of an eyeball (impossible to see with regular eyesight, from Tik's position), it then simply... absorbs the Universe, apart from Tik and Zwuup, who will be standing there.

The ground, the trees, the flames, the light, the sky, the moon, the stars, the world begins to be aspired into the ball, at speed so great that Tik will witness the beginning of it and, should he blink, miss it in its entirety.

...

In Balboa's world, a similar arrangement is made, as the face begins to glance at Baloba. It blinks, and then begin to open up wide, revealing sharp teeth and nothing but a black void beneath them, with what appears to be a miniature sun inside it.

VERY WELL.

Like with the other world, matter is drawn into the gigantic face. The mountains upon mountains of corpses are first, yet matters are mixed into it. The world, light, stars, souls, hope, all is visibly drawn into the jaw of the Unsullied, with the intention of being devoured. Only Balboa will be the survivor, standing still with his arms drawn out, watching briefly (until he blinks) as his perfect world is finally completely destroyed, after being coldly murdered.

There remains air, and even an odd warmth, as he awakens in

NOTHINGNESS

They are nowhere and everywhere at all. They are North and South, East and West, behind every door, in memories and reality, alive yet dead, existing yet not existing. Tik and Zwuup are standing right next to Balboa, yet are also light-years away from him.

There is nothing. Only a black void all around them, with a miniature sphere of light hovering above them, providing them with slight warmth and light. Just enough that they'll be able to very slightly see the grinning face of Or, at the very edge of the light above the sphere, looking down upon them with a worrying smile. Did you have fun? She waits for them to respond, even if it's merely an insult or a speech, then grins and retreat into the darkness, with the sound of flesh wrapping and twisting to accompany it.

There is nothing for a few seconds, and then, an hand seizes the orb.

And the universe expands all around them with a towering Drone of Dread, revealing itself in its entirety. Superclusters lit up the sky. The Hercules-Corona Borealis stretch across its gargantuan light-years before their eyes, as a hundred cosmic projectiles soar across the uncaring depths of the universe, leaving arcing white trails over the greatest stars of the cosmos. Galactic structures of nightmarish size, mocking the very idea of human beings spreading to the stars, are all around them.

And then, the universe returns to the void again, an unseen force shattering it all back into the primordial darkness. However, standing clear as day over there, as if it had its own personal lightsource, is the instigator behind this. A small, pint-sized being, with flowing white hair and what seems to be a cosmic dress tailored out of the corpse of a galaxy, cosmic radiance flowing around its body to reveal nothing but two disturbingly long black arms, about nine feet tall each, ending in long dark claws, and a sort of dark matter around its pale neck.

Pale as death, it has two big black marks on face, with black jagged lines spreading from their red eyes as well as two sets of horn: one set growing on its forehead, like sharp black bars, and the other more conventional set taking the form of goat-like horns, growing on top of its head. It has no eyebrows, and the nose is almost an afterthought on the middle of its face, the facial features being otherwise identical to the princess.

It has long, elf-like ears, and a polite smile on its face as it appears, orb in hand, third eye on its forehead fixated intensely upon the two below.

...

MALGOR, THE CANNIBAL MULTIVERSE, SPREADING ITSELF ACROSS ALL THAT EXISTS BY CONSUMING WORLDS

   My name is indeed Ma, and you shall not mock it!   

I know little of you, "lg". I must be careful not to immediately give you access to such overwhelming evil, lest you feed on it only so that you may dish out some on your own!

My name is Or

   I was a part of a much greater whole until evil tore me... us... apart.   

MALGOR

Ultimadeitic Trapozehadron. Darkness Infinite and Overmore

...

The entity lowers itself unto the ground. It stops, then two black rods of a sort, with stabby ends instead of feet, vaguely sprout from the cosmic cloth. As soon as they touch the ground, the universe spread again, with the same booming drone, but everything has been condensed into one particular structure of a sort, the towering size impossible for any human to wrap their head about. And that universe ends as soon as it takes a step, and begin anew with another step, walking calmly, measuredly, quietly to them.

   you could never be the best version of yourself. for in the end, even a world at its apex will be consumed by a superior foe. desperate rage and weak bargaining we've seen, but none of your wisdom we ever beheld before    Or speaks, in a voice similar to the young girl, very quiet and demure, but with a hint of echoes, other angrier voices repeating what it says.    lives are too fickle to be at their apex for long, existence too wide for a consensus to be reached, yet in your awareness of a greater force and your encounter with We, the one true being, you have become the best versions of yourselves and broke from your mortal yolks, you have truly become splendid beings, at the true apex of creation. none of your other selves will ascend to this   

Or stops short of them, and tilt its head to the side, a hint of a smug smile on its face. Yet also genuine impressment at the three of them.

   you will live to see creation flattened into its perfect shape as all of existence ascends to the apex, you will live to see the one true being evolve into the best version of itself and you have earned a right for answers, before you might resume life into an unsatisfying world, waiting for Our arrival now speak child   

Or raises an hand, and attempts to pat Baloba/Tik and Zwuup down with its massive hand, in a manner that seems oddly affectionate.    you have suffered much but done well, we do not apologize however, for that is a mark of receding   

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ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#371227: Sep 20th 2022 at 10:13:27 AM

V, Luin, Young, Simmons, Keys,

Hub Centralis

V looked over at Meteorika with an eyebrow raised, inconspicuously placing his arm on the middle console with his hand just so happening to rest near the grip of his pistol. She had cut herself off mid sentence, and until V knew exactly why, he'd remain ready to jump into action.

He breathed out a quiet sigh of relief when she spoke again, glad the sudden silence was seemingly nothing. He lifted his arm from the console and placed both hands back on the steering wheel. "Sure, sure. Do what you gotta." He took the turn off the highway and onto a dilapidated, mostly empty street, pulling over so Meteorika could hop out, and the man'd continue to the destination afterwards if the woman didn't start any conversation.

——

Tropique

Luin thought, looked ready to decline, before a distant oink echoed throughout the trees, shortly followed by Lutemis' roar, an explosion, and a prolonged squeal growing louder and louder until a charred hog corpse landed between the two friends.

"…Yeah, that'd be great, actually."

——

Brotherhood Outpost

"See? What'd I say?" Scribe Keys smiled and pointed at the young man and APC at the gate, while Simmons walked ahead and approached the APC first, his gray T-45 power armor gleaming in the sunlight and the heavily modified Commonwealth laser rifle on his back.

"This is it. Who're you?" He asked quizzically, standing the fenced chainlink gate dividing the two, with Scribe Keys following shortly behind and observing the vehicle he had rode here in with a sense of awe and admiration.

Elsewhere, Initiate Young is walking amongst the outskirts of the dozens of temporary and permanent tents set up at the encampment while they wait for funds and resources to expand it and further their living conditions. He had been busy staring off into the hills surrounding the encampment, wondering just how many Grandnova sniper bots were up there with their aim trained on his, Simmons', Keys', or any of the other Brotherhood soldier's heads, just waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Young noticed the man talking to himself at the other side of the fence with his leg raised, and felt concerned for the wanderer. "Are you lost, sir?" He asked, leaning up against the twelve foot chainlink.

With great power…you know the rest.
StepexNo2 Leave your ants ants ants ants ants ANTS ANTS from The Complex Plane Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: love is a deadly lazer
Leave your ants ants ants ants ants ANTS ANTS
#371228: Sep 20th 2022 at 10:29:40 AM

Exotic Battlegrounds

Two days have passed, and the building has gotten a makeover. It still has the same visual style, but it's been expanded, and the main arena has been split into four smaller arenas that are 4/5 times as big. The roof is gone for the time being - this isn't a problem though, since the sun is shining and the weather is warm. Icarus and a group of colleagues are standing on the edge of one arena, collectively working on a blueprint, while Stefan is playing with the arena on the opposite end, making odd shapes and seeing what the assist AI can and cannot handle. He's already managed to find and recreate dozens of visual bugs and errors with custom decorations not being manufactured properly, and the engineers are losing their heads over it, not realizing what the issues are.

"Found another one!"

Icarus gets up and walks over to Stefan, curious to see the bug. On the press of a button, a tile in the center and towards the back of the arena disappear and leave holes behind. From the center, a sphere with a very long spike, which reaches all the way to the edge, rises up... and gets stuck on the other floor tiles. The system performs an emergency stop.

"More bugs with wacky meshes. The system didn't realize that the spike was there except for the tip... somehow?"

Icarus sighs.

"Yeah, that's an issue for sure..."

"Stressed out?"

"The opening ceremony's gonna be in two weeks. Sounds like a lot of time, but with bugs like these, it may not be enough time... besides, I still haven't prepared a schedule, and the newly bought land has also taken a good chunk of my time."

"Well, at least you've got all of Exotic Ventures to back you, right?"

"Yeah, I guess... but so far, I feel like I'm the only guy invested in this. Sure, there's Boxman who's contributed a bunch of revisions to my terrain module designs, but he's already invested himself in making another series of puzzle boxes."

"Yikes..."

Icarus walks out into the arena, using a debug tool to manually move the tiles out of the way in order to allow the sphere to rise up, and then examines the spike.

"Thought the forced remesh and simplification should've fixed this. Why aren't there any vertices on the spike?"

"You're asking the wrong guy, I'm just here for QA testing."

"Hm."

Beat

"To be honest, I'm a bit nervous about the opening ceremony too. I'm autistic, I don't do well around large crowds, are you sure you want me to complete? Especially considering the surprise at the end? Honestly, I'm really scared of that, simply because I have a natural, unaltered brain."

"If you don't wanna, you don't need to. I just thought you'd fit well for the competition, considering the fact that you're pretty much an everyman."

"But that's the problem! I am an everyman, I don't have shapeshifting swords, super strength, magic, flight..."

"And yet, you had an impressive battle with Rumia the other day."

Stefan stays silent.

"To be honest, I don't know a lot of people here, but do you think all of them got born with their abilities? At least some must've trained their skills somewhere."

"You think I can train my combat skills here?"

It's Icarus' turn to stay silent.

"Well... you can definitely train your fitness here... but field experience is definitely more worth than fighting the same old robots all day. Even more so if you have a good trainer. I'm not one, and since my homeworld has been entirely pacifistic prior to discovering the multiverse or the Dark Fog... we don't really have those."

Beat

"Guess we'll see how the ceremony will go. Maybe you can commission a trainer or two there? Hey, maybe you can hire Flandre to teach danmaku."

Icarus laughs. "Yeah, sure, and drive all the visitors away! She's a final boss of Touhou for a reason."

He steps off to the side of the arena again. The sphere and the attached spike lower without any issues - this time, a whole row of floor tiles has shifted out of the way.

"But yeah, guess we'll see how this goes and hope for the best."

Edited by StepexNo2 on Sep 21st 2022 at 11:02:39 AM

If it disagrees with experiment, it's wrong.
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#371229: Sep 20th 2022 at 11:54:26 AM

Adam almost kicks the fence down until he hears someone speaking to him. Someone who isn't a creepy lantern too, so double the attention. He stops very short of impact, a powerful wave of a sort still coming through, enough to rock the poor fence and maybe get poor Young to drop from his spot. Adam look up (or down) at the man and nods, putting his hand on his chest and bowing slightly.

Sorry, I wanted to kick that fence down to make my way through, but because it's someone else's fence, it'd be rude of me to do it, so I won't.

Instead, and without warning, he leaps over the fence and next to Young.

... Who are you? He then asks, vaguely casual, as if he isn't blatantly breaking into a military base.

...

Erm, could you not make a child soil their pants in the hospital? The floor has been cleaned and-oh, and could you please not swear so casually around them? It's for the future.

She then smiles. Sorry about these requests! Well not sorry for the first one but sorry for policing you, but I want to be careful of what these kids might hear! Who knows after all.

But do know this hospital will always be a home for you if you need! If you happen to fall ill or be wounded, we'll heal you up good and for free!

...

Meteorika comes out and does a thumb-up gesture at V, before seeming to walk off.ù

My friend, I can guarantee you it won't take long!

Edited by Bolded1 on Sep 20th 2022 at 8:59:16 PM

Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter
ReynTheLord Since: Aug, 2017
#371230: Sep 20th 2022 at 12:27:18 PM

BOS Outpost

The Young man gives a polite bow, before saying "Call me Bookstore. Six year apocalypse survivor, and as of now, amateur dimension hopper. "

The APC seems to have been a group project, with various names written on it, including Bookstore's. A canadian flag is faintly visible painted on the outside, under the shadow of a solar pannel.

Inside the APC through the back, most of the capacity of the APC is used for something, be it food storage and cooking, turrets with elaborate computers welded in, batteries, ammunition, book storage...

The young man moves on to business before he nerds out about the brotherhood of steel or gets defensive about his books. "So, how can I help?"

Location: Hub Centralis

V1 notices Katie in pursuit, reaching the morning rush as the distance between them closes. V1, sliding into the heavily populated area. V1 pulls out a large double gatling gun of sorts, firing a magnetic spike out from a part between the metal spitting monstrosities into the cenre of the street.

This is followed up by the weapon rapidly firing out a large quantity of nails above the crowd, the magnet pulling the nails back towards itself... with civillians getting hit by the nails. oddly, some of the nails orbit the magnet, and keep hitting the civilians.

This is the nailgun in action.

Edited by ReynTheLord on Sep 20th 2022 at 6:44:49 AM

Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#371231: Sep 20th 2022 at 12:51:10 PM

Hub Centralis

Eve's hospital erects several barriers and enters appropriate lockdown, letting fleeing civilians through in anticipation for the murder bots, along with defensive spells just in case.

At least this'll ensure the hospital, a place filled with vulnerable people, will not be struck by an assault.

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StepexNo2 Leave your ants ants ants ants ants ANTS ANTS from The Complex Plane Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: love is a deadly lazer
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#371232: Sep 20th 2022 at 1:06:58 PM

Ignore this post

Edited by StepexNo2 on Sep 20th 2022 at 10:10:38 AM

If it disagrees with experiment, it's wrong.
DevilPsyco from The Underworld (pretty deep down in the ground) Since: Jul, 2014 Relationship Status: In another castle
#371233: Sep 20th 2022 at 2:33:14 PM

Green Hunt

Thankfully the process of Planetbuster charging up is completely silent. He can only move around slowly in this state without losing the charge though, at least when he's charging the old-fashioned way. The stomping does get pretty close to him, and it takes Varik a good bit of concentration not to make any sound as to not give away his close position.

Regardless, since the Green Death isn't targeting him, he continues to charge up for now.

A bit of a boring approach, but the more charge he gets in early the stronger his eventual attack will be. He doesn't expect to get his charge all the way to its maximum power, but if he can at least get to around 7 he may be able to dismember the beast with one fell slash.

2/13


Not quite expecting for Yuji to get back up after he got kicked, the Death Knight's horse doesn't pay him any more attention after its successful attack, and as such the combination of his surprise attack and FE!Defense's divekick catches it off guard and gets it knocked on the ground, its neck now trapped between Yuji's arms. It begins to flail wildly, but it isn't able to get back up like this.

And while his attempt to choke it into unconsciousness and Carolina's lullaby wouldn't have worked on their own, when used together they seem to have an effect, as the lullaby slowly starts calming the horse down, allowing for Yuji to more easily keep it subdued.

As for the Death Knight himself...

Nicole's flames strike the spot in the fort where the Death Knight had fallen through again, only for the Death Knight to walk right through said flames like a goddamn demon. This has to be hurting him given the size of Nicole's attack, but it's not slowing him down in any way, at least not at the moment. Either he's running on adrenaline or he's just that tough.

Regardless of which it is, he just blocks Nacho's incoming spinning slash attack with his scythe and sweeps it to the side, attempting to use the force of the clash and movement to send Nacho flying off to the left. Regardless of success, he then immediately goes towards Yuji and Carolina and raises his scythe wordlessly, only letting out a furious groan.

He then swings with the intent to kill them both...

And clashes with Jake's Silver Axe as he'd ran to their aid right after picking up Clarisse's Einherjar card.

"No... you... won't..."

The Death Knight just tilts his head, then begins pushing harder. Despite Jake's impressive physique and weapon triangle advantage, it's clear he isn't going to last very long in this struggle.

Close, Belén, but Gungnir is a lance, not a hammer.

Travant gets pushed back by Beruka, but with her wound the impact of her axe won't be as strong. As such it's not strong enough to knock him off of his wyvern.

Then Reyna shows up, and her first arrow pierces through the upper part of Travant's shoulder armor. This gets his attention just in time to see the second one being fired. He blocks with Gungnir, but the impact is still strong enough to destabilize his wyvern.

Emi's sudden ascent startles the beast further, resulting in Travant falling off. Emi manages to get onto Travant's wyvern, but the beast is far more resilient and loyal than Emi might have expected. It immediately resists his command and attempts to throw him off with some wild flailing.

   "The wyverns from Thracia are as strong-willed as its people."   , Travant scoffs at Emi as he gets back up.    "It would rather die than let you control it."   

Figuring that his wyvern has Emi handled and Beruka won't be as much of a threat with her wound, he then turns to Reyna, narrowing his eyes angrily. He clearly gets that she was trying to bait him, but with Emi on his wyvern he doesn't really have a choice in the matter.

No matter. He trusts that the Holy Gungnir's might will prove sufficient against his remaining few enemies on the roof. He just needs to take them out fast just in case the ground enemies overwhelm Morgan and the Death Knight. If that dragon girl gets up here too he'll be in serious danger.

He does notice Belén retreating. But true to his word, he allows her to get out of harm's way. He now approaches Reyna, holding out Gungnir threateningly.

   "If I were you..."   , he responds.    "I would be more hesitant to challenge a man who has gone over bodies for the sake of his country. Soon, yours will be added to that pile!"   

He charges forward, attempting a swinging clash in an attempt to knock the Skyriven Nightfall Bow out of Reyna's hands, and potentially over the side of the building.

From an intimidation mindset, chugging that Elixer was a really good move. But from a strategical mindset, when your strategy was to keep your enemy's attention on you, it was not.

It's immediately clear from M!Morgan's expression that he's changing his approach to the situation. He figures it'll be easier to take Brave Ike on when anyone who can distract him is taken care of.

He casts Goetia on the ground, sending an electrified field of dark lightning around himself in an attempt to stunlock the Lucina's for just a moment. Even if this doesn't successfully stun them, he'll snap his fingers and let Goetia explode. If the Lucinas were stunned, they'll probably be sent flying as a result.

F!Morgan isn't in range of the explosion yet so she's safe, though Brave Ike may get pushed back.

Anna notices M!Morgan's abstract use of dark magic and begins to worry.

"I'll get off here. I think something bad's about to happen. Try to keep the Death Knight at bay."

Anna jumps off, deftly landing on her feet and heading towards M!Morgan's side of the battlefield.

Enemy List

Morgan (Grandmaster), Level 20

  • Weapons: Aversa’s Night (15 Might, absorbs HP equal to half damage dealt), Goetia (19 Might)

  • Stats: 76 HP, 27 Str, 55 Mag, 49 Skl, 49 Spd, 50 Lck, 38 Def, 46 Res

  • Skills: Limit Breaker (Heightens your potential (Max stats by 10) ), Dragonskin (Halves damage taken and reduces critical damage. Negates status-inflicting skills, counter skills and insta-kill attacks), Vengeance (Add half of damage taken to attacks), Shadowgift (Allows unit to use Dark Magic without being a Sorcerer), Counter (Direct damage taken is dealt back to the attacker)

Travant (Dragon Master), Level 30.

  • Weapons: Holy Gungnir (30 Might, +10 Str, +10 Spd, +10 Def)

  • Stats: 65 HP, 24+10 Str, 4 Mag, 21 Skl, 18+10 Spd, 6 Lck, 26+10 Def, 6 Res

  • Skills: Pursuit (Chance for a follow-up attack), Nihil (Disables enemy skills), Vantage (Always attacks first)

The Death Knight, Level 20

  • Weapons: Scythe of Sariel (10 Might, 30 Crit), Thoron (9 Might, 10 Crit, 1-3 Range), Death Γ (6 Might, 20 Crit, 1-3 Range)

  • Stats: 72 HP, 49+5 Str, 35 Mag, 30 Dex (Skl), 45 Spd, 27 Lck, 38 Def, 37 Res, 23 Chrm

  • Skills: Murderous Intent (+20 Hit and Crit if user intiates combat), Lancefaire (+5 Might when using a lance), Commander (Halves damage from enemy Gambits and nullifies instant death effects), Distant Counter (Can retaliate against attacks from any distance), Black Tomefaire (Grants Attack +5 when equipped with Black Magic)

Edited by DevilPsyco on Sep 20th 2022 at 1:29:45 PM

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
#371234: Sep 20th 2022 at 2:42:57 PM

Yuji smiles to Carolina. Thanks! It'll be easy to keep the horse DDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! he yells, seeing the Death Knight approach. The horse isn't done yet, and it running around isn't healthy for the group at all, so he decides to stay there and trust on someone to bail him out. Hey! I'm the one choking the horse! Leave her alone! He tells the Death Knight, trying to draw his attention to spare Carolina.

A well-intentioned effort, that is meaningless... not because he fails, but because Jake saves him! Thanks, buddy! O-oh! Yuji notices Jake struggling, and hesitate for a moment, wondering if he should remove himself from the horse. Deciding that cold logic isn't his style, and that the giant fire-spitting dragon can handle it if needed (though preferably not by roasting it), he prepares to assist, but is suprised when a barely recovered Niagara and Samsara come forth to aid Jake! The latter swings a sword at the Death Knight while the former fires off a spell!

Get away from Jake!

G-great! I'll be there for you guys!

...

The Lucinas backflip out of the way of Morgan's Goetia. Brave Radiant Hero! We must subdue him as quickly as possible!

One after another, they rush in and strike. One bashes with the hilt of Falchion, one sweeps the flat of its blade, one does a kick, another an elbow strike, and the last tries to throw him to the ground, before they merge back into one.

Beruka cracks the slightest hint of a smile as she twirls her axe in hand, rising up and swooping down to land a critical hit on Travant!

Don't turn your back on an assassin she remarks after attacking.

Edited by Bolded1 on Sep 20th 2022 at 2:19:26 PM

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#371235: Sep 20th 2022 at 2:51:03 PM

   "Alright. Careful you don't get hit by any of that freaky dark magic."   

Once Anna has leapt off her back, Nicole swoops into the fray like a falcon descending upon an unsuspecting rodent. The moment she closes the distance, she attempts to drive an Arcane Magic-coated fist straight into the Death Knight's face.

   "For someone who wants to die, you really ain't making it easy to take you down!"   

ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#371236: Sep 20th 2022 at 4:36:03 PM

Everywhere at the End of Time

Tiktaq'to and Zwuup covered their eyes from the stars ebbing and shifting in scale and dimension. They did not fear this however. This was a familiar feeling. Not that the Lizardmen had ever achieved such power... Except maybe Lord Kroak... But rather the power of their creator's and their destroyers. Here it was just personified as a strange being, of converging conciousness. A being that Tiktaq'to looked upon without feeling... Horror. He understood there was a power disparency, but perhaps the Lizardmen's own alien thought process allowed them to behold such horrors and only realize it is a greater force.

As it spoke to him, Tiktaq'to tilted his head, coughing into his hand. Since there was no gravity. No need to fly, he hopped off Zwuup and stood at their same level. When asked if that experience was fun, Tiktaq'to answered honestly.

"I rarely feel satisfaction outside of the great plan. The brief time I was with Asimina it... Helped. You did good at first. But the moment you added in that other skink I knew something was off."

Of course the being didn't care, and Tiktaq'to heard it through. This was a creature conflicted with itself. It's form lacked unity, and it's goals were almost a corruption of his creator's own. It was an odd parallel, one he didn't feel exactly comfortable with. Zwuup was about ready to bite the hand of the odd creation, but Tiktaq'to stopped him from going through, reluctantly being pet before he began to speak, hissing at the hand before speaking.

"Your creative decision... For Asimina. You were so... So close to the real thing and yet you had to hone in that I am not... My perfect self. Because you are already certain I am not so there was a solid reason for using her! And you, despite all your power, didn't follow through. I'm curious, genuinely curious."


Balboa didn't hand the darkness so well, quickly trying to reach for something as he had been in such a similar space before. This was death. And then for a while he paused his franticness. It was over, he had failed... His sister was right.

When the stars expanded and condensed before him he simply held his staff and watched, pointing out what he could recognize and what he couldn't. Kurnous's hand wouldn't help him now. And as the figure formed before him, Malgor could see Balboa pause. He didn't bow, he showed no lust nor hatred. In-fact there was a brief kinship. She revealed herself... If "she" was even applicable. He went to reach for his mask, but the moment the question was asked... What fun he had in that realm, he stopped and moved his hands away. His mask stayed it'd place.

"...There was nothing I thought could be taken from me. I was wrong."

He was stunned by the scale of this being, and yet... He listened to the scope of this being's words. And to their shock, he nodded along to her words. Had he heard something like this before? That couldn't be the case! Right? The scope the grandeur the utter ambivalence and pride on display! It was unreal! Even the most braindead of Greenskins saw the world in a far brighter light. A servant of chaos would even see the world as something beyond failure, just untapped potential. And when they reached down to pet his head, the Silent Person brought up his staff and stopped them.

".. Your words I have heard before. You are poisoned Malgor. Cruelty doesn't suit you, neither does indifference. Otherwise your gross worldview... You would not have told me. You are injured... Hear me out, Nexus of Self Determinism."

Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Sep 20th 2022 at 4:53:54 AM

Awawa
KiriK The Grey Pilgrim from across time and space Since: Mar, 2015 Relationship Status: Singularity
The Grey Pilgrim
#371237: Sep 20th 2022 at 5:49:22 PM

Brave Ike narrows his eyes moments before the Goetia blast.

"I'm afraid you don't get to choose your battles here!"

He comes charging through, then tries to wrap one arm around Morgan's neck and pull his tome-holding wrist against his back with the other in a restraining hold. The boy will find this hold far harder to break than when Ike was just letting him dangle by his garments.

Reyna smirks and dashes right past Travant, spinning around to slash him across the back with an arrow before coming to a stop. "I've killed beasts of fire, thunder, water, ice, wind, steel and hatred. My body count consists of demons and gods. I live to slay legends like you!"

She fires an arrow with her bow upright, then flips it horizontal and follows it up with two increasingly powerful ones.

Mordecai emerges from hiding and draws the Atlas Chimera, shooting an explosive bullet at the Death Knight that also splashes corrosive acid on impact. "Dragon lady's got a point, big guy!"

FE!Defense drops out of her Hawk and draws her variable energy blade in Sword Mode, swiping its laser edge at the Death Knight with a fencer's grace to draw his attention. "He wants a glorious, violent death in battle. I've fought him before. He won't just give up."


Calculating most efficient method of mass destruction...

... other than sitting back and letting him do all the work.

Katie opts to withhold her weapons for now, instead zipping around and creating shockwaves that blow away large crowds of people at once. Each blow is precise and powerful enough to pulverize the target's flesh while also rending the bones of those around it, claiming multiple lives per hit.

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
BombonBombin Nightmare lord from Across time and space Since: Jan, 2021 Relationship Status: In love with love
Nightmare lord
#371238: Sep 20th 2022 at 6:48:19 PM

Fort Dawnguard

As Nacho gets deflected by the Death Knight's scythe, spinning uncontrollably until he hit the ground, Carolina closes her eyes, feeling her upcoming doom... Until Jake, Yuji and co. come to her rescue!

Grazie, amici.

She sings louder, putting her hands in front of the horse to channel her calming energy towards it. Also, the Death Knight could be hearing her song...

Talking about him, Nacho stands again, and throws his fans at the Knight's gut!

...

Emi got flung away by the wyvern, falling on the floor.

Mental note: riding a foe dragon is a bad idea.

Emi stands again, and puts up his dukes... But he notices something: he's been targeted by Reyna and Beruka, and the dragon girl (Nicole) is helping too... So, he decides to attempt a second ride on the wyvern, this time to distract Travant.

...

Upon a second look, it's actually a lance. Belén said to... herself?

Edited by BombonBombin on Sep 20th 2022 at 8:50:44 AM

Three freaking ghosts!
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#371239: Sep 20th 2022 at 8:21:56 PM

Luffy sees that Neco fled, and he stops briefly, glancing at the water. He can sense her yet... ah, well, what to do, what to do? Why is he not swimming after her? He has her truly cornered!

Gojo flips a few pages of Shonen Jump. Devil Fuits users, Luffy included since he ate one, can't swim. He's powerless if she's underwater.

Oh no! What a crippling weakness! What could we do to lessen it?!

Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter
Whoma The Great Herrscher of Sentience from Earth Since: Feb, 2021 Relationship Status: Armed with the Power of Love
The Great Herrscher of Sentience
#371240: Sep 20th 2022 at 9:06:43 PM

Estraole

Pyra (the not-sad one) finds herself in the middle of a hellish, fiery land covered in streams of flowing lava. The whole place is dark and red like a perpetually erupting volcano is just absolutely wrecking the place constantly.

(Because it is, actually, but that's beside the point)

Despite this rather obnoxious fact, Pyra doesn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she finds the sights rather beautiful. How about that!

She is dressed heavier than usual (not that that is saying much), wearing something suitable for adventuring with darker colors than she usually clads herself in. It's all heavy enough to completely cover her core crystal, in fact, making her look like just any other human aside from her hair color, which could just be dye for all anyone knows.

(The only parts of her original outfit she's kept is her Tiara and her earrings)

Rather than have her weapon dissolved into ether to be summoned at any time, she just has it at her side.

All together, it makes her look prepared. Out of place and overdressed for the heat, but prepared!

Yatta!
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#371241: Sep 20th 2022 at 9:22:26 PM

Arad, OBR, Luin'

Stracciatella Stadium

Arad nods, before hanging back still, waiting for the round to end. He closes his eyes and listens in, practicing breathing excersizes as the sounds produced around him draw an image in his mind and he becomes much more aware of everyone's movement. The sound of the crowd fades away into a soft drone. There is nothing but the fight. The fight is the only thing in the world. He lives in the moment, and the moment is the fight.

——

Our Bleeding Realm

The Gunslinger listens, nodding intently as he pretends to understand what the man is talking about. He then turns to Ruan, listening to what he had to say, before leaving the pile of rifles on the floor for whoever to pick up one if they wanted one.

"Okay, find the rock, don't touch the mummies. Sounds easy enough.." The cowboy loosened his shoulders, headed towards the exit. Knowing fate, he was about to eat those fucking words.

——

Lourent

Luin was taken by surprise upon seeing that her attack had actually elicited a physical reaction from the Green Death. Perhaps she had a chance here after all.

The Green Death's flames are anticipated, and by the time they reach where she was, Luin and Lutemis are already gone, having divebombed down to it's torso and flying past the Green Death, to the other side.

"Hey, look, now we're behind you!" The rider taunted, again trying to grab it's attention as was her job as bait.

With great power…you know the rest.
StepexNo2 Leave your ants ants ants ants ants ANTS ANTS from The Complex Plane Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: love is a deadly lazer
Leave your ants ants ants ants ants ANTS ANTS
#371242: Sep 21st 2022 at 2:13:25 AM

Estraole

The blur that is Madeline is flying across the landscape, chaining more ultras. Eventually, she stops though, because she nearly dashed right into Pyra. Oops. Badeline emerges to comment on it.

   Careful where you're going!   

Yup.

Saved state.

Madeline wavedashes back to Pyra, Badeline hidden in her body for now.

Umm, hi?

If it disagrees with experiment, it's wrong.
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#371243: Sep 21st 2022 at 6:40:44 AM

Or hovers up slightly, face locked in an eternally smug smile, hearing him out after petting him. It overall doesn't care too much for what his story was, so it's happy to have questions out of the experience. The air raider and his pet did take their worlds being ripped away well after the initial bout of anger. And he did manage to destroy that incompetent avatar, a commendable feat even with said avatar being forbidden to kill him outright.

Still, when Asimina comes up, the being doesn't answer yet, simply watching him for a few seconds, enjoying the cosmic silence.    We needed to play a part to perfection, so as to give you all the sweeter of a world to play with    it replies, looking to the side at some stars, then back to him, smiling slightly wider.

Her teeth are sharp.    suffering is what completes a person, you needed a push to be your greater self to stand at the peak of the world, fall, yet land on your feet, to lose that which is dear to you,    it says,    was capital, the actual handling we left to someone else yet, but as a consolation, it was quite entertaining for us    It says, casually, not even cruelly or gloatingly: just sort of casually, like it doesn't understand or care that it admitted to finding all that suffering funny.

   in time, that being will also receive an ideal world of her own, where you will be in it, if all goes well, you will be together in our perfect world, your best selves, free to indulge in worship for eternity,    Or raises its hands and raises them to the sky along with its head, smiling slightly.    your sacrifices are what we need to find what is the peak for mortal life   

...

When he brings up how there was nothing he thought could be taken from him, it smiles in self-satisfaction, tilting its head to the side and narrowing its eyes slightly.

Or doesn't pet Balboa, instead hanging back and watching. When he mentions their actual name, the being stops smiling and frown slightly, adjusting its head back to its proper position. It briefly contemplates killing him, but then smiles again and begin to float around, having recovered its cool.

   yes, we were scattered. it was an event that happened eons ago, that is happening now, that will happen tomorrow. the pantheon of the gods... a godworld, fought, will fight, is fighting, us in every dimension, in every time, in ever universe, in every place, for the next 999 hundred years. though our prowess is mighty, and our will unshakable, we were, are, will be scattered across the endless cosmic universe, hiding our demises from these deities   

   we are but a part of a much grander being, a living multiverse, such cosmic flagrance before you is but an inkling of what we were, and our alternate selves are stupid, destructive,   

   ugly and not smart    it then adds, with more anger than ever before, almost spitting these words. And indeed, some black stuff crawls out of its mouth and fly off

   this body we seized from a foolish princess long ago, immediately, in the future, her soul devoured, her carcass hollowed out, the greatest honor of her life, we will reunite, yet we will also take a different mission, one of worship, and of higher purpose   

   the gods will die however, we will see to it that they watch everything they build fall before dying, and we do not approve of other gods when we are more than enough   

After concluding its story, it smiles again, after almost looking morose at the end.

   we are injured, yet from this suffering, we will grow further, and reach our apex. suffering is what completes a person, what completes a god   

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ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#371244: Sep 21st 2022 at 7:09:37 AM

Everywhere at The End of Time

When they speak Tiktaq'to audibly groans. Fatigue. Tiktaq'to gave off a feeling that was so utterly casual that in any other situation people would consider it lunacy. Tiktaq'to walks back and forth a little, waiting for them to finish before he started up, speaking as if he was a scholar analyzing a film or novel.

"No I know that. I'm saying the final act was out of character. It was a grand act of self-servicing your image of how she should have died. Want to know what would stay in line? Having that flesh golem be the one to kill her. That is called a narrative consistency! Want to wound me? Make a point instead of angering me? Have me fail to save her again! That's why I asked, because you missed a component about her and I..."

He sighed and relaxed his shoulders, pacing back and petting his steed, letting his scaled fingers briefly ghost along the Terradon's hide, before facing her, it, once more.

"I know loss. My kind lost our creators, our empire. I lost my first platoon, I lost my love, I lost my world. And in here I lost my access to reality. You might be all powerful, maybe even all knowing, but if you really wanted to make a perfect world, ask the people you want to lord over and replace. It was a perfect world until you wanted to make a point. And that's when I knew something was off. I am currently the best I can be because I dont care about alternative mes. I accept..."

He stopped himself, taking a step back, before clapping his hands together and baring his teeth slightly, crest raised high and flushed with blood, even under his stone mask. He stood not defiant, but from peer to peer.

"I want to accept... And I have just gotten into it. Let it actually bubble up and burn my throat. And I can tell you... How I did it. If you want to hear. Because I frankly believe you also know what it's it like to lose something. Because you weren't there to fix it. You didn't immediately answer the call of duty. And if not, then that perfect self will never come to be."


Balboa actually took some steps forward, pointing up at her body. This corpse she piloted around. Balboa sighed, and tapped against his helm. That was a unbelievably vast scale, as he heard her through and through. But he noted a almost tingling sensation in the back of his head, his mind coming up with the concept. A living universe. A shard of itself. Spread across time and space. Perhaps it was only aware of this, and wasn't truely omnipotent. Omnipresent but not fully able to grasp anything beyond what could be confirmed by its own subsequent actions. Balboa continued walking forward, speaking up as he leaned on the staff.

"You remind me of dozens of other gods. And yet, I deeply feel you are trying to fill a hole just like them.

For many it was envy of brief moments of pleasure that mortals could partake in. How they could be fine experiencing the moment as it is and nothing else.

Jealousy of family and the inner strength they could carry without their gifts. How they could stand strong and help others without that god's help.

Anger of the indomitable spirit of all intelligent life, and how bravery could come even in the face of death. Where they didn't lose their fear of death, but fought anyways.

Longing of how we had room to fail, room to grow. One where they wished that if they could not feel safe with their own wit, none could."

He pointed up at her, his voice almost akin to a snarl, as she could feel that yes-

"I am scared of you. That's what you want to hear right, yes? Well I'll tell you why too. I'm scared because in all of your potential, you have only formed a cage around yourself. Hear me out, so that you may break free as I did."

Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Sep 21st 2022 at 7:12:19 AM

Awawa
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#371245: Sep 21st 2022 at 7:27:58 AM

   no, we do not want to hear,    Or says, bluntly, but not breaking character. They still sound quiet and demure, with a smile on.

   in a really perfect world, you will worship us, and your failures or victories will be undone. it is no matter of consistency, merely seeing what could anger you the most, the actual details are handled elsewhere, hence some… lacking parts, we watch and intervene if needed,   

Or speaks, and continue    this is insightful, yet perhaps we should be clearer, we only need to see base stimuli, nothing more, maximizing the experience is of no interest to us, your lives are simply not worth so deep a pondering,   

   we hope that you will not be offended, but we do not care enough, we have seen everything we need, and will repeat the experience to other mortals or immortals, and let it all be laid bare,   

   we would have a request of you, see it as a reward, though you may decline it   

   gods.    Or repeats, sounding mocking, with a eye roll and head shake.    We intend to be God, maker of all that was, is, will be. There is an hole to fill indeed, that we will first create by wiping all that exists out of existence, killing God and creating a world of eternal worship,   

   please do not compare us to gods henceforth, we aspire to much more than to ape divine welps,   

   … a cage,    or then says, pausing.    perhaps now, but we shall create one for you, our destiny is to be the only free being of the universe, boundless power and no being above us, true freedom,   

   but do entertain us, what cage is constricting us?   

Edited by Bolded1 on Sep 21st 2022 at 4:33:59 PM

Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#371246: Sep 21st 2022 at 8:17:03 AM

Stevens, The CEO, Cittufeni

Bunker

"So, I'm…Born. Newly. Created?" The Android asked, to which Stevens leaned in and spoke to the hologram in a hushed and whispered tone.

"Should we be allowing him to know all of this?" He asked, as the silhouette simply nodded, before speaking in a louder voice, as though he didn't care about Fettuccine knowing what he had to say.

   "Director Stevens, can you remember the exact moment you awoke this morning?"   

"I, uh…"

   "The first few years of your life?"   

"That's not the same thing. This is a machine we're talking about here,"

   "A machine with almost human memory capabilities. And besides, we can scrub it at any time.    The CEO's last sentence caught Fettucini's attention, and he jerked his head towards the hologram.

"What-" The creation's face went black, and he was silent and still for a moment, before suddenly jerking back into consciousness.

   "See?"    The hologram turned back to Stevens, before disappearing, replaced again with a still image of Piovre. His voice persisted, however.    "This is Piovre. He is the enemy."   

Cittufeni stared at the hologram. "What should I do?"

   "Capture him, but do not kill him. Bring him back here to us."   

Cittufeni nodded, turning around and facing the window of the outside world.

"Hey, Cittufeni, the elevator'll take you to-" Director Stevens was interrupted by the machine, with his tracking parameters kicking in to find the location of Piovre, before taking an awe-inspiring bound into the sky and crashing through the roof of the bunker. "…The ground floor." Stevens sighed, as the still image of Piovre disappeared and again stood the CEO's blue silhouette, though this time the lights on the roof activated, allowing him to "step off the table" from whereever he was broadcasting from, walking down the room towards the window, which was replaced with a holographic screen, displaying a drone's view of Piovre minding his business elsewhere in Onyxis, before something from above plummeted into the ground and sent up a plume of snow that briefly obscured the scene.

   "Oppenheimer after Trinity. Newton after the apple. This moment may very well be what defines us. Our moment of truth."   

With great power…you know the rest.
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#371247: Sep 21st 2022 at 8:45:08 AM

Everywhere at The End of Time

"Just going to start all over because your standards are too much?"

Tiktaq'to actually started to laugh, his hands to his hips as he kicked at the non existent ground, taking a deep sigh as he threw his hands into the air. Exasperation. Utter exasperation. Zwuup meanwhile started to look around for something to peck

"Hear yourself. Like actually, don't pat yourself on the back. Take the papyrus on plaque and legitimately go through your plan. Your perfect world will never be enough for you. Because you will find your own definition of perfection is not a new creation, but a corruption of creation. Then you'll sweep it all away and find-"

He made a motion with his hands as if the pendulum on a grandfather clock, going left and right, back and forth. Then threw up his hands in the air, clapping them together, and setting them back to his hips as he struck the pose of a man who had been through the DMV line for hours.

"Well you'll figure it out. I'm curious to what you define as an reward. Because I honestly think this is a workshop for you. Is this wrong? I understand what you're saying! But do you? Because you don't care about us, you just live the concept. So explain to me what a reward would be then in your eyes."


Balboa sighed and sat down, looking at his hands, clenching them as he thought on how to detail to such a stern being. He found an agitation in his voice he didn't feel prior, as he looked up at her with a stern expression.

"Alright... Corpse puppeteer... I'll tell you this cage."

He took from his bag some powder in his hand. He needed to display it visually. So he blew onto the powder, and it struck against nothing on particular. Like it was now floating in place. He drew a crude version of her in the middle, facing back at Malgor in return.

"You were once free. Nor free of sin, not free of consequence. But you were free in that you could 'live.' But then, a sickness came over you, and with venomous whispers it took your own curiosity and twisted it."

He then shepherded the smoke back into place, and drew the same figure into the dust, this time facing down.

"Called itself pride."

He drew upon the figure chains, and looked up at her.

"And it binds you. And in your bound state you were shattered! And the form will never be whole till you face yourself."

He struck his staff through the dust, the image disappearing as the grains of the dust faded into the void.

Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Sep 21st 2022 at 9:12:56 AM

Awawa
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#371248: Sep 21st 2022 at 11:03:17 AM

   Yes.    Or replies, almost comedically blunt, cutting him off, then politely letting Tiktaq'to finish. Then, again, Or smiles mysteriously.

   if the world is not to our standards, let it be cast in destruction once more, so that we may shape it anew; again and again, 'till it is a world to our standards, it fits does it not? the world grows until it can be the best version of itself, worshipping us for eternity    indeed, Or think to itself that this might just be the fate of the world: destroyed again and again, with moments of stability and peace ruined as soon as it spots a mistake.

Yet it is happy with it, because it'll be a creation to surpass a flawed God once it is over with, and after all those pinpoint corrections, they'll be rewarded through worship forever and ever more. The thankful masses flocking to it to give Or, the one true lifeform, the praises it deserves.

Or closes its eyes and smile in imagining this, failing to notice that it is spoken to for a while. Not too eager to admit to daydreaming, Or carefully open their eyes, tilt their head to the side and extend a clawed hand. Out of nowhere, with no sleight of hand or trickery, there's a sort of black rock. Despite Or casually holding it at the tip of its fingertip, it's pretty damn heavy, though it gets lighter after two seconds.

   there is a place of worship in that city of hub centralis, offer them this rock, the great pope worships us, she will bestow upon you rewards of your liking for helping us, you may also spread our word, prepare others for those trials they might be too weak to face unlike you three   

...

Or's attention quickly fade as it glances at the drawings, then glance away, losing interest quickly as soon as criticism is brought to it. It does pay half a mind, but still doesn't seem convinced, though it at least waits.

   pride is natural in the one true lifeform,    it replies.

   we will indeed face ourselves yet emerge victorious, so that we may challenge existence and triumph, our pride, our power, our status is what makes us Malgor, and not merely a cosmic fiend amongst many others    Or speaks, sounding a little irritated at the end. It also raises its hand, thinking the gesture enough is threatening.

   recede your story immediately please,    it orders.    it didn't suit to our tastes   

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DevilPsyco from The Underworld (pretty deep down in the ground) Since: Jul, 2014 Relationship Status: In another castle
#371249: Sep 21st 2022 at 11:15:09 AM

The combination of Samsara's slash and Niagara's spell destabilizes the Death Knight, allowing for Nicole's punch and Nacho's fans to strike him from the front and side, after which Mordecai's explosive bullet and FE!Defense's swipe end up overpowering him, forcing him to lose the weapon clash. Jake sighs in relief, that could've gone really badly.

The Death Knight stumbles back a bit, parts of his helmet crumbling due to the damage inflicted upon it by Nicole's punch. Pain suddenly shoots up through his hip, and as he glances down he notices that Nacho's fans and FE!Defense's swipe, both having ended up striking spots close to one another, ended up piercing his armor and drawing blood. Normally his armor would be strong enough to handle that, but the corrosive acid from the exploding bullet ate through some of it. And as tough as the Death Knight may be, such a deep wound isn't something he can just walk off. Even the Death Knight has limits.

   "It's not about something as simple as glory... to kill and be killed is the only thing that yet brings me satisfaction..."   

Huh, he actually responded to Nicole and Mordecai. And of course his response is as chilling as everything else he says.

   "Though a plan working as intended is satisfying in its own right..."   

Not giving his enemies any time to take in what he just said, he holds out his hand and unleashes a close-range Thoron. Jake manages to shield Yuji and Carolina with his body, so they don't get targeted, but everyone else near him is at risk of getting hit. Jake ends up getting hurled further back, hitting the ground.

As for his horse, Yuji continuing to hold it down and Carolina's continued singing end up successfully putting it to sleep. But the Death Knight himself seems completely unaffected by the singing, even when he flinches from the pain of his wound after his attack. It seems his bloodlust just cannot be quenched in such a manner.

"Oh no!", Selena calls out, still attempting to get Odin and Laslow off of the battlefield. With her hands quite literally full she is in no position to help.

Gungnir may be a Holy Crusader Weapon capable of tremendous feats, but what it also is, is heavy. It's heavier than most axes in fact. As as such Travant does not have the speed required to deal with Reyna speeding behind him.

Vantage does activate, allowing Travant to move swiftly to make the first strike anyway. But Reyna's just moving too fast and as such the large arrow she attacked with tears through a part of his back armor. He grunts in pain, he too is starting to reach his limits. He's not exactly in his prime, and even with Gungnir on his side his age is affecting his ability in battle.

Travant's wyvern immediately tries to kick Emi off again. It's really not planning to budge, though of course it's unaware of Emi's ulterior motives. It works, as it causes Travant to halt for long enough to take in what Reyna says.

   "Gods, you say?"   , he asks, a strange inflection of curiosity in his tone of voice. But then he scoffs.

   "If you cannot beat the likes of me, you would not stand a chance against the likes of Loptyr!"   

He goes for a swing, but he's interrupted by Beruka's surprise critical hit attack. He drops Gungnir due to the shock and pain of the attack, and Reyna's following arrows all strike him, making him stagger back. He manages to stop himself from accidentally going over the edge, but he's still really close to said edge, and he doesn't look too stable on his legs anymore.

And with Gungnir out of his hands, he no longer has any weapons, nor the buffs that the weapon gave him during this fight.

Morgan is momentarily scared when Brave Ike just rushes through his freaking attack. Brave Ike's arm makes it most of the way around his neck before Morgan manages to duck fast enough to avoid getting trapped... with his arm or neck. But Brave Ike still manages to get a hold of his cloak, which startles him and leaves him wide open to the Lucina squad's attacks. Counter activates a few times during the onslaught of attacks, but they probably won't do much damage to the Lucinas. In hindsight, Dragonskin and Counter are two skills that don't really go all too well together. Total misplay.

Morgan is eventually thrown onto the ground, but his eyes shoot open with a determined glare right as he hits it. The mark of Grima shines on his hand and Goetia begins to glow. The dark aura of his Vengeance skill surrounds him, which will add power equal to half of all the damage he took in this fight into his next attack.

Grimleal

With one swift and skilled motion, Morgan slips his cloak off of his shoulders, rolls back onto his feet, and holds out his hand as Goetia's glow ominously overtakes him.

"Checkmate!"

A brief but sharp sound emits from him as a light aura is added on top of the darkness. We all know what this means.

He unleashes his Vengeance and crit-powered Goetia around him like a ring of darkness, and if Lucina and Brave Ike get hit by the attack it should do some serious damage!

And by now, F!Morgan is close enough that the attack will reach her as well. Anna, close by as well, acts quickly. She doesn't have a Rescue Staff, so she goes for a dangerous and drastic approach, hoping that her sky-high Trickster-class Res will be enough.

Right before Goetia can reach F!Morgan, Anna leaps in the way to shield her. The attack hits her dead-on, and when it does she actually lets out an outright guttural scream of pain as she gets knocked back. For a moment it actually sounds like she may have died from that attack.

Thankfully, she lands on her feet, and while she immediately drops to one knee, she's still conscious and still breathing. Though she looks very wounded as a result, and on the verge of collapsing.

"Anna!", Jake still calls out in horror regardless. He's still on the ground, so he can't actually see whether or not she's still alive or not.

Hearing her scream actually catches Morgan's attention, so he turns to look at her, now also seeing his counterpart in the process. He freezes up for a moment, and this may be the moment that F!Morgan (and Lucina and Brave Ike if they can attack quickly enough) can try to overwhelm Morgan.

Enemy List

Morgan (Grandmaster), Level 20

  • Weapons: Aversa’s Night (15 Might, absorbs HP equal to half damage dealt), Goetia (19 Might)

  • Stats: 76 HP, 27 Str, 55 Mag, 49 Skl, 49 Spd, 50 Lck, 38 Def, 46 Res

  • Skills: Limit Breaker (Heightens your potential (Max stats by 10) ), Dragonskin (Halves damage taken and reduces critical damage. Negates status-inflicting skills, counter skills and insta-kill attacks), Vengeance (Add half of damage taken to attacks), Shadowgift (Allows unit to use Dark Magic without being a Sorcerer), Counter (Direct damage taken is dealt back to the attacker)

Travant (Dragon Master), Level 30.

  • Weapons: None

  • Stats: 65 HP, 24 Str, 4 Mag, 21 Skl, 18 Spd, 6 Lck, 26 Def, 6 Res

  • Skills: Pursuit (Chance for a follow-up attack), Nihil (Disables enemy skills), Vantage (Always attacks first)

The Death Knight, Level 20

  • Weapons: Scythe of Sariel (10 Might, 30 Crit), Thoron (9 Might, 10 Crit, 1-3 Range), Death Γ (6 Might, 20 Crit, 1-3 Range)

  • Stats: 72 HP, 49+5 Str, 35 Mag, 30 Dex (Skl), 45 Spd, 27 Lck, 38 Def, 37 Res, 23 Chrm

  • Skills: Murderous Intent (+20 Hit and Crit if user intiates combat), Lancefaire (+5 Might when using a lance), Commander (Halves damage from enemy Gambits and nullifies instant death effects), Distant Counter (Can retaliate against attacks from any distance), Black Tomefaire (Grants Attack +5 when equipped with Black Magic)

Edited by DevilPsyco on Sep 21st 2022 at 8:16:22 PM

In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Whoma The Great Herrscher of Sentience from Earth Since: Feb, 2021 Relationship Status: Armed with the Power of Love
The Great Herrscher of Sentience
#371250: Sep 21st 2022 at 11:44:24 AM

Pyra waves enthusiastically at Madeline, smiling upon seeing this admittedly not-entirely-a-stranger.

She can say that about a lot of people here, though, so such a thing isn't entirely surprising.

"Why hello there," she says with a soft chuckle, "How are you? Isn't this weather just wonderful?"

The sky is, in fact, still clouded with perpetual soot and smoke. It's hard to call this weather 'wonderful', but it seems she believes it is?

Yatta!

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