King of the Monsters
Inosuke deflects the falling projectiles with his own twin blades. "Beast Breathing: Fourth Fang!"
He leaps up into the air, crossing his swords over his shoulders as he plummets towards Annie's relatively less-guarded tail, then spreads his blades in a diagonal outwards X slash! "Slice 'n' Dice!"
"I spent much of my life underground. As pretty as it is, I like to stay above the surface."
Agent 8 brushes the sand with her foot, only to once again be startled by Nagadilotep's statement. She quickly readies her Splattershot as she turns around to try and spot whoever's coming.
Katie nods. She totally understands and is capable of performing all of that, whatever it is!
"See you around, V1! Happy hunting."
With that, she stomps the ground hard enough to send herself hurtling off into the distance, leaving behind a crater.
Reyna crashes into a fucking rock, lmao.
A screech is audible, growing closer and closer...
Then a black shape darts down, shoots a ball of explosive plasma at the Green Death's good eye, and swoops back up, diving to a halt near where Reyna lies.
Cirno whirls around just in time to get glomped. She thrashes and struggles to get Luna Child to let go. "Hey! Is this how you treat your superiors, k-"
Then she notices how much bigger Luna is. "...id?"
With a sigh, she explains. "I dunno the whole story myself, but this is some kind of place where worlds collide. I even met another me who was all haughty, and I humbled her in the most intense fight of my life!" Assuming Luna has let go by this point, she folds her arms proudly.
Edited by KiriK on Sep 25th 2022 at 4:07:25 AM
"He's gearing up for war."
Some of the debris that fell on Morgan is pushed aside from below, revealing Morgan's wyvern. It looks really hurt due to having shielded Morgan, letting out some weak sounds. When it notices people coming it gets defensive for a moment.
But then it sees that it's the Shepherds, and it remembers them. How could it not, they pretty much raised it along with their other wyverns. As such, it trusts that they don't have bad intentions with Morgan and it hops aside so that they can pull him out of the rubble. It doesn't seem as trustworthy of everyone else, but it seems to trust the Shepherds' judgement.
The boy is totally out cold, hurt and bleeding, but still breathing. The only reason he's still alive is because of his wyvern, he would not have survived otherwise. As such, even with healing magic taken into account it may take a few days before he wakes up.
Once he's been healed enough to ensure that he'll survive, it would probably be best to lock him up until he wakes up, just until they've had time to ask him questions so things become more clear. After all, he wouldn't be a guest this time, but rather a prisoner of war.
As by a miracle, Selena, Odin and Laslow are also still alive, but they're in similar states to Morgan, with Selena having it the worst due to the fact that she got directly hit by Fenrir. They'll need a few days of rest as well.
Anna and Jake get picked up by Nicole and FE!Defense as well. The two of them, while badly hurt, probably have it the least bad out of the wounded. Anna stirs for a moment, briefly waking up again.
"I'm... sorry...", she weakly mutters to Nicole once she realizes that Nicole is carrying her. But before Nicole can even respond to her, she'll have drifted off again.
And lastly, there's... him.
Some of the rubble close to Fort Dawnguard is pushed aside from below, and the Death Knight emerges. It's probably not all too surprising that he managed to survive despite not having any protection other than his own armor. Which, granted, is highly damaged now. Parts of his helmet have been completely destroyed, revealing a part of the man's cheek, though not much else in terms of a face. Some long, white hair sticks through cracks in the back of the helmet as well.
"... ugh... aah...", he groans. Those who are very observant may notice that his voice has a different inflection to it, one that's much less gruff. Though it's still just as stoic-sounding as usual.
The Death Knight shakes his head, then looks around as if needing a moment to take in what happened. He locks eyes with his enemies, though he doesn't comment on them at all.
His horse now also emerges from the rubble, its armor having protected it. Not too surprising that debris falling on it woke it back up.
"..."
Without saying a word to anyone, and without inciting any further violence, the Death Knight gets back on his horse. He seems somewhat unstable in terms of balance, though considering the damage he must've taken that's not abnormal. His horse then gallops off with him, even if anyone tries to talk to him or tries to stop him.
Strange reaction, but him doing anything but trying to kill them again is probably the best they could've gotten.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Luctor et emergo, lux et veritas, pactum serva..
Veyolkos rolled his eyes and enarly swatted the helmeted figure with his wing claws, audibly scoffing as he continued forward on his limbs.
"This entire land speaks of ascension and death like one is going out of style and the other is acting out of malevolence.
Intelligent species usually do not get eaten. The kind that you assume the form of... Which by the way there are so many other flavors of mediocity besides "the human frame", set up walls and arsenals. Roads and bridges, gates and fencing. But they do not evade death. I know how I die is either gonna be violent, or quiet. Neither of which is pretty. But it is a fact of life".
He emphasized that point...then swatted at a fly coming near his face. Despite his size he was able to capture it well in his talons, before slamming it down tiredly.
"You are not the first... Inorganic being I have talked to. Their world-view is... Strange. Spoken from men who have never experienced... Life. That is the best way to put it. Hardship was stomped over or ignored. Infinite preparations. And so when they speak of how we should live! It does drive me I R A T E."
Awawa
Nicole fixes FE!Defense with an uncertain look.
"For an Anna, you seem pretty friggin' unorthodox, and I ain't just talking about how advanced your gear is."
Nonetheless, she hands Anna and Jake over to her.
"Still, just because you're different prolly doesn't mean you aren't as trustworthy as her and her sisters. Just don't keep them for too long, alright? I've still got a helluva lot of catching up to do with them."
She turns on her heel and makes her way towards Fort Dawnguard.
Divine Burden
It's a familiar shape. People tend to trust it and I like it, the helmeted man taps his fist against his chest. Two arms, two legs, a head. It's pretty constricting, yet oddly common across the multiverse and- he listens some more to Veyolkos and stifle a laugh, before quickly returning to a more sanctimonious form. See that's funny, flesh beings like you always assume that there's something easy about us. We live immortal lives, and we are devoid of illnesses, but we rarely have a goal to go to as a result.
The figure hold up one index and then the other. We drift and merge, swirl and mix, into new forms. We sometimes scatter, because we do not keep our shape coherent enough and drift into what is not quite death yet remains life. We are sometimes made to experience curious stages of beings that we do not understand, for we lacked in the ways of a coherent "society' as you did.
This human shape you mock? I find it... wonderful, he concludes. I do not find it mediocre much. It completes me. You seem bitter, how about I treat you to a burger? I know a place, and maybe eating something else than corpses will make you less... I R A T E.
...
The Shepherds watch Anna and Jake be taken away and head to the Fort, likewise healing and carrying Morgan, Selena, Laslow and Odin. The Death Knight get nothing but weary sighs until he leaves, all too exhausted to stop him somehow. It feels like our first defeat in years.
There was Galeem and Dharkon, we were powerless to stop them, begins Morgan, carrying her other self. ... Pulled through nicely at the end. Remember how well you did against all those possessed puppets, Lucina?
Her performance in that tournament was more praise worthy, compliments Beruka, in what appears to be a first for everyone. She held her ground against myriads of beings and gods, coming up short of the mightiest of contestants. As did Lady Samsara.
And when I... Niagara sighs. I... I saw you, and I could feel REX's fear. You did great under Domon's tutelage. The group begins to progress through the ruins of the fort, a reflection of it as a whole: battered, yet still standing, eager to make Julius go home sad next time, or at least not as smug.
I thank you my friends, Lucina says, blushing. But it'd be forgetting your victories in battles against the Einherjars. How many feared figures and lauded heroes did we overcome, until we forced Julius to come out? How many Grimas were slain? Samsara blinks and look back at the woods: isn't it dangerous to let Gangrel wander off with Julius having just left? With a quick apologies, she slinks away to leave the fort. It's imprudent to go alone, but hey, she's a fighter!
Heh... Takumi risks a smile. ... How about we stop just evaluating the past though? The group says, about to enter the least damaged section. Let's put the boy in a cell and get to recruiting! Next time, we gotta strike twice as hard!
And here I agree with the Hoshidan prince. Xander sighs. Camilla laughs, and Morgan glances at her unconscious other self, thoughtful.
Right, let it not be said that the Shepherds will be finished at the first sign of adversity! Let's give Julius a defeat to seethe over and- the group enters the main lobby, or at least the main hall, and completely freeze upon seeing who's waiting them inside: Meteorika, casually sitting cross-legged in a wooden chair, smiles as she notices the whole group finally arriving, right as she was putting the finishing touch to her work.
Smiling coldly, her face goes blank and she open up her mouth, opening it inhumanly wide to showcase two smaller pair of hands inside: the first pair of hands are on top of one another, with their thumb stretched out to the side and their fingers curled over with the exception of the index and middle finger of each finger, reaching out to touch the radius of each hand.
The second pair is joined together with the fingers curled together, bar the index and small fingers, both raised to the sky.
DOMAIN EXPANSION
Wasurareta Bougyaku-rin no Eien-na Koushin/Endless Parade of the Forgotten Ring of Atrocities
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
Luctor et emergo, lux et veritas, pactum serva..
"Still your tongue. You lack an idea of who you speak to."
Veyolkos sounded far more intense, moving away from the stream as his blade like scales whistle and whir. They grind against one another like sharp blades passing the other. His claws were not retracted but he did seem ready to strike. Before he took a deep breath through his nostrils, and let out a calmed sigh, staring down at the man with the same expression one gives the dead in a passing glance.
"I grow tired of simplifying my speeches. Why must I speak of food and not of future? Why can't they understand...
I assumed you would, petty beast from beyond imagination. And yet you look on and see a scavenger."
He grovelled as he went back to examining the cog pieces he had earlier, arranging them into place. He took from the metal faceplate and head and removed the crushed metal components, throwing them to his satchel he wore around his neck.
"Your kind are without goals you say? And you find me bitter and... You speak to me as though I am some unenlightened brute, who hasn't reached his "true potential" because what? You try to speak to me through my stomach but you put me down through my tongue. Tell me then Traveller, why are you here?"
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Sep 25th 2022 at 3:50:03 AM
Awawa
Not-so-Magical Girl
"Who are you calling kid?" Luna pouts, somewhat undermining her point. She does indeed let go of Cirno. "Worlds collide? I think I read a book with that once."
"Well if anyone could beat you it's... you." Luna said, though she had a hard time imagining someone like Cirno acting like some haughty villain. "So what are you doing now? I could go with you, would be more fun." While technically the strongest of the three fairies of light now, Luna was still not much of a leader so she preferred letting others like Sunny decide their activities.
Estraole, Arena Scarlet Devil Mansion
Scarlet Devil Mansion - The Centennial Festival for Magical Girls
A security robot's monitor "face" flashed a white flag animation as it surrendered. Flandre sighed, somewhat annoyed. These robots were proving somewhat troublesome to train to her standards. After figuring out the interface, she had modified the designs. The security specific ones had been given bodies resembling armored knights, with varying loadouts. She had just been fighting one that held a sword and shield in a training room and of course won. She dismissed it when Rumia floated into the room, smiling.
"Flaaan! There's a thing going on!" she said, excited.
"What kind of thing?" Flandre asked, dismissing Laevateinn. Rumia then pointed to one of the servant robots, these designed to look like old fashioned butlers, whose monitor face displayed the Exotic Battlegrounds Grand Opening event.
"Mr Icarus is having a party! We should go."
"Hmm, well I suppose we do owe him to at least attend." Flandre mused. She then snapped her fingers and the nameless devil appeared. "Keep an eyes on the place while we're gone." The devil nodded as the two left. The moment they both took to the air and flew off though, the nameless devil sighed and sat down on a chair, letting a robot butler bring her a drink.
"Become a familiar they said, you'll see so many places outside Makai they said. Ugh, thanks Louise." she grumbled.
EXOTIC BATTLEGROUNDS - GRAND OPENING
Flandre and Rumia touch down outside, not too far from Sarah and Thor.
"Now remember Rumia, no eating anyone here." Flandre says, in the tone of someone telling a child in a candy story to keep their hands to themselves.
"Okayyy!" Rumia says, smiling. The two then notice Icarus' explorer mech and decide to approach it, neither really interested in the strangers right now.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."
Mutant Child
Fort Dawnguard
...Okay. We'll leave her in your hands. Thank you, Hatch.
After Nacho hangs the phone, a hash-shaped portal appears on thin air. Nacho, Emi and Carolina wave a last goodbye to Belén, and she gives the Nivis to them, before she enters into it, entering into the Tic-Tac-Toe Alliance HQ in Hub Centralis.
After she's gone, the portal dissappears, and the trio returns to the Fort to rest and plan what's next for them.
it's hunting season
His more fish-like features granted to him by Nagadilotep is covered by his shirt and shorts. Albeit when a sudden flare of light hits him, his somewhat scaley skin cascades a cobalt blue around the affected area before returning to normal.
"Not to be the buzzkill of whatever affair this is but I need some place to train. And condolences was the outside a bumfuck at first impression for you?"
Mark says, addressing Naga and Agent 8 respectively, while walking in and doing shoulder stretches. His demeanor, despite looking relaxed, inside he seems to be itching for something to do or be done.
real
Luctor et emergo, lux et veritas, pactum serva..
"I can understand the sentiment. Being underground is good for resting... But little else- Hold that thought."
Nagadilotep immediately snapped his jaws mere inches away from Mark at the wording he used when addressing the Octoling. The power of such jaws was felt through Mark as if he was being vibrated to the very atom, as the Sea Serpent reared its head back in annoyance.
"You performed badly. And covered your features up. Tell me first .. what you were fighting? And how?'"
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Sep 25th 2022 at 5:25:48 AM
Awawa
King of the Monsters
Cirno glances away. "Well until that fight, I was just... fighting. Now I'm taking a break from trying to establish my dominance on the other ice wielders of this world. Just taking in sights and sounds. Freezing frogs. Y'know, my usual. I'm not looking to go anywhere in particular."
"No, it was-"
CHOMP. Agent 8 practically jumps out of her skin. "PLEASE stop that."
She sighs and continues, "The outside was everything I thought it would be. Free, full of color and life. Where I used to live was a slowly collapsing tin can of an underground shelter, where we had to steal and wage covert war just to keep our entire society functioning. Anything was better than that, even a subway tunnel full of death traps."
Edited by KiriK on Sep 25th 2022 at 7:32:43 AM
"He's gearing up for war."
Divine Burden
How sad that these warriors saw such an untimely end! Imagine this! They fought so well, against such overwhelming odds, daring their limits to face on against gods, monsters, heroes and villains from the past... and yet, ahhhh, and yet they walk away with nothing! Wiped out in their weakest moment by a villain who had snuck inside their damaged home! Oh! The cruelty of this! Like a sad puppy seeing her toy ripped out of her maw by a cruel owner! It makes me want to cry!
The fort is desolate, empty of souls, aside from the unconscious bodies of some deemed not-shepherd: Morgan, Nicole, Jake, Anna, Nacho, Carolina and Emi. A blue-haired familiar features, with bandages across her eyes, long hair and a sharp chin, is loading them into what appears to be an ambulance (?), with the help of a hooded figure, cowering at the awesome sight beneath it.
Not quite Meteorika ranting, and spilling a bottle of water all over her eyes to simulate tears, but Or, passionlessly observing the horizon beyond the fort, smile gone to make way for an almost blank frown. .. Or laughs! Hahahahahahahaha! Laugh at how futile it had all been! What a delightful cascade of failures, both the events and those involved! Meteorika calms down, appearing to be split between making a Slasher Smile and having her lips genuinely quiver in tearful sadness.
Ah... My apologies, I am... I should not take such delight in their defeat, they are yet so brave that mocking their death is...
We do not care. Or answers, still turned away from Meteorika. The great pope relaxes again and kneels. So long as your actions do not harm our Church, you are free to exercise your will with no cautions.
Of course, great Gor! But see this as a token of my competency! Meteorika says, sounding almost disappointed at Or's own subdued reaction. None of these fighters will stand in our way when the time comes!
Gnats.
Haha, indeed, a fair point! But yet, I have seen that these gnats united could cause problems... not for you, great god! But for us! And some of us gathered here have even tasted that failure upon their flesh! Meteorika glances upon the hooded man, and smiles when he winces and moves to cover his eyes. So it is prudent to dispose of them!
Yes. We have greater duties to attend to now, Or looks back and there seems to be a vague warmth in their three eyes as they reach out to pet Meteorika, apparently recognizing her. You have done well, Meteoriqua. We are proud. We will take you to a store and feed you well for this. Yet our interest lies in a greater cosmic task. Please, do not interrupt us.
My direst apologies! We shall move out, then! She glance at the eyeless woman and the robed man, the former entering the car and sitting behind the wheel. The robed man likewise enters, then stops, glances at the other woman beneath the hood, and tilt his head.
You can't-
From her dirty black robes, a far-cry from the smooth robes of her fellow churchgoer, the woman produces a driving license, handing it over to him. He nods, look at it, and then realizes he apparently can't read. Very funny, Evelyn! The woman smiles coyly and begin to drive out of the fort completely uncontrollably, causing Meteorika to gasp and turn aside.
Wait! Evelyn! You're wheel forbidden! WHEEL FORBIDDEN! she says, rushing off to catch up to the speeding ambulance. Or rolls their three eyes slightly, then teleport off back to...
BRADUN
And in time, too, because when Luin glances out of the window, she will see her family T-posing in the courtyard: her mother and brothers are standing in place with their arms spread out standing still. The father is moving meanwhile, or rather, sliding to the ground emotionlessly. Before smiling as he lifts in a 90 degrees angle, smiling as his legs smoothly clip through a wooden door that he appears to be opening.
Should Luin get down the stairs, even if she jumps off the window, in the split moment of her blinking, her family is normal, their arms being in all sort of motions as Or's human self enters into the courtyard, dressed like Luin. Exactly like Luin, which make sense, because best friends tend to rock the same outfits!
Luin! Or runs over to Luin. You daughter of a bastard! She moves to try to do the Predator handshake/armwestle on Luin. Nothing sinister about this: Luin should eventually take the upper hand after some effort on her part. Haha! You haven't slacked off yet! Ready to beat up Annie? Or says, moving by Luin's side and slightly elbowing her in the right side.
...
Hello. Adam says, confidently. He does no tests of his own, staring confidently back at the Paladin. No further morality tests are needed, because Young is a good guy, so he wouldn't work with bad guys.
Young is right! I have leapt into the property. Should he have acted rashly, bad things could have happened, he says, quickly realizing he said something suspicious. I am eager to help and ready to assist. And my experience in slaying foes is nearly unmatched!
He smiles, then has to stop and think a bit when the plan is mentioned. He has a good ear, yes, but when he focus, so...
Yes I did! he says, confidently, standing up to attention and slamming his fist against his chest. I know of what to do.
...
I'm actually serious, do you want to eat something? I can't get hungry, but I have an urge to satisfy a craving of a sort. I think it's eating.
He motions at Veyo, there's hardly anything mocking in the gesture. Look, I'm sorry if I got off the wrong foot with you, maybe I don't get what you say. But that's because the other pillars and I- he stops. My err friends and I, we're being split for now, and so I might have been crabby. Also, I'm not used to talking to fleshl... flesh people yet, sorry.
What do you say we grab a bite and discuss over it? Then I can get you easier and maybe you can figure me out easier too. And we both leave happy, I know a place.
What say you? I swear this isn't a trap or anything by the way! It'd be a bit pathetic of us to do that.
...
Luffy laughs at Neco-Arc being repelled! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh?! What's th-UUUEGHHHHH! he yells, apparently genuinely intimidated by her intimidation tactic!
Y-you can't scare me, hahaha! Look! I can become a gorilla! Luffy leaps, straining to expand his body. Something's wrong: his face grows withered, his wavy white hair fades to black, his whole body seems to become wrinkled up like a politician's, what is...
Uerhg... uergh... uergh... Luffy, now looking like a retired 80s action star, pants over Nico, weakly flexing his arms.
Oh no! His attack took too much out of him! He is as small and weak as newborn baby and much more disgraceful-looking too! Speedwagon yells. WE MUST HELP HIM!
No, he'll figure it out! We're still powerless before the power of the Nico Arc!
...
Vague Reprium
Another Adam is out and about, strolling by and enjoying his surroundings.
What a fine day!
Edited by Bolded1 on Sep 25th 2022 at 2:45:00 PM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
it's hunting season
Mark tenses then jolts from Nagadilotep's response with a nervous smile and realizes that he may have messed up. "R-Right courtesy, gotta get used to that." He continues. "...I still wear clothes out of habit, but I might've gotten a little too ahead of myself and went into some gauntlet with a friend to try out what you granted me- It was this suit of armor with some dark sh-things in it."
He sighs. Though he has some thoughts about where Agent 8 comes from, he'll save it for later knowing Naga's got some thoughts of his own.
"Long story short, I'm shit outta luck and got my ass beat by the knight and Green by proxy."
Edited by BoniniBanana on Sep 25th 2022 at 8:45:59 PM
real
King of the Monsters
I raise my fist, ready to bring it down for one final strike...!
bored nyow
what
take over
Neco-Arc's battle fatigue along with her cat-like nature leads to a sudden surprise twist! She collapses on her face and falls asleep, too tired and lazy to continue!
FUCK YOU
you asked for it
Vague Reprium
A headphone-donning girl in a yellow kimono
◊ is currently running for her life from fucking Slenderman.
"oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods-"
Edited by KiriK on Sep 25th 2022 at 7:52:33 AM
"He's gearing up for war."
Divine Burden
Adam notices the Slenderman chasing after a lone woman and smiles, seeing an opportunity to wipe out evil. Pulling out Gram, he begins to run at them both. Quickly! Behind me! Don't look back and run!
As soon as Kirike is out of sight, Adam stops and slices the air, intending to cut the Slender Man in half, in a manner that will make the wound quite lethal to the mythical beast, slicing clean through his shadowy body and ignoring his freakish powers or durability to strike him right to his very core!
...
Sike! By beating my heart I can- Luffy sees Neco on the ground, "knocked out", and blinks as Gojo and Speedwagon approach, grabbing a withered hand each and holding it up!
Our triumph is obvious! We won!
Yah! Nothing can stop team GSF!
W-wh-you guys did jack!
You did well, brothers! Kek reforms out of nowhere near the group. I shall forever remember you for two days onwards.
Edited by Bolded1 on Sep 25th 2022 at 3:00:15 PM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
Luctor et emergo, lux et veritas, pactum serva..
Veyolkos immediately hops closer like a hawk with a mouse in its claw. And something was. He had pulled from his satchel two things of vase-like bottles with narrow necks and wide corked tips, smelling heavily of apple and peach, and the contents had more of a golden shine. He placed the bottle in his hand. And looked on at the horizon, gruff in his demeanor. He climbed up the same tree he was eating in and hiding from view he unbundled some cloth, he took from the branch a great cloak. Red and White, with fantastical almost Celtic spiral trimmings of gold along it's edges. Though even his cloak seemed to have a razor edge. A satchel, workers tools, a royal cloak... Was he a duke of some kind? He spoke back to the helmed figure, listening to them explain themselves.
" Was that gonna be "Fleshlings"... charming. Men love spirits. Many fear death and like to think there is a life after this one. And to distract themselves get possessed by those of their own creation:
Liquor. I do not get drunk the same way other beings do. It is rather uncouth to do so in the presence of proper company. But the offering of one's own creation should suffice as to you the narrowest expression of a "olive branch." If you wish to bring us food then I request it be somewhere with roasted beasts... And preferably a good view."
He took with him the dwemer construct, holding it tightly in one talon as he rested atop his forelimbs with ease.
Nagadilotep listened to both of them, Agent Eight first and then Mark. The two shared something similar through it all, but he would address it at a later date. He addressed Agent 8, though Mark could tell he was to an extent included
"All beings require stimuli. When ones environment becomes choking and devoid of it, I understand your thrill for danger. For it brings you a purpose beyond just bitter survival. It is better then witnessing something you love die, correct?"
Then he turned to Mark and lifted him by just the collar of his shirt with his snout, glaring deeply into his own eyes as if trying to read what exactly went down. He stood that way for a little bit, then slowly set him down onto the ground, looking rather... Neutral. His face contorted from perplexed to... Ambivalence.
"You can't be trained until you let go of something Mark. So get it off your chest before the gauntlet runs the course with you instead."
Awawa
King of the Monsters
Agent 8 falls silent once more, giving little more than a nod.
Unfortunately for Adam, Slenderman's distortions flood his sight with static while he's looking directly at it, preventing him from aiming perfectly. To him, it looks like the girl is gone.
He cuts right through the Slender Man, destroying it with an ungodly howl... but when the fog clears, he sees that he also killed the girl who was running from it. His slash cut open her midsection, suggesting she had only partly managed to reach his side before he had attacked.
Kirike Death Count: 1
Edited by KiriK on Sep 25th 2022 at 8:09:20 AM
"He's gearing up for war."
Divine Burden
Adam looks down after defeating his foe, then glances at Kirike and look genuinely distraught, tears forming over his eyes as he keels over in mortified shock.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Edited by Bolded1 on Sep 25th 2022 at 3:11:36 PM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
King of the Monsters
and then neco-arc admitted defeat and they had a big party ending
this is not over
you better believe your pain isn't over
uh-oh
After a few minutes, the girl suddenly appears in front of Adam good as new, looking down at her own corpse sadly.
"... Thanks for trying."
"He's gearing up for war."
Divine Burden
W-wait you... you!... Ah, this place can cause miracles! You're back! Adam wipes his tears, then turn around to wipe them out, apparently ashamed of crying in front of a woman, then turn around again.
Thank you, but trying isn't enough. What happened to you? I am a perfect swordsman, I can't... fail to save you.
...
The being nods, still not getting what he means. ... I guess you wouldn't mind some booze? Alright, hm, give me a hot second there! Or follow the flame trail.
He vanishes in a flash, leaving the white suitcase behind.
...
What to do with that?
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
[PASIO]
ive been planning this for days bitch
Wherever it is that Neco-Arc is, a roiling flash erupts just a few meters above her, before Kakarotto in his full Oozaru form slams down! CRASH SMASH FFJFKFHSJDLFHKDJ!
/＼｡｡/＼
the Enemy
Simmons, Luin,
Brotherhood of Steel outpost
"Good. Well, then I suppose today's the day. I'm giving Jenkyov a few hours to show up, but we'll be leaving at nightfall, regardless of if that asshole shows back up here or not." Paladin Simmons sat back in the chair, looking between the two guns for hire. "There's training grounds over there, you can practice while we wait." He pointed in a direction to a field with no tents around, but multiple guns, a half dozen shooting booths, and mannequins varying distances away from the booths.
——
South Dakota
Luin stares at the fuck up in reality’s code for almost a minute, before realizing that she couldn’t stare at this all day. She steeled herself and ventured down the stairs and out the door, ready to uncover some kind of horrible truth about the world…
…Her family was normal. Entirely normal.
"…Huh." The woman blinked, rubbing her eyes. She must have been tired, after all, she did stay up late last night scribblings hunting tool ideas and primitive blueprints in her book. The woman stepped out with her sword on her back, only to see an odd stranger running at her.
She stared at the woman's hand for a few moments. Who was she?
Or. Luin remembered. Her name was Or. she was a friend. They had been through thick and through thin with one another, but she couldn't seem to remember any examples of their dozens of escapades that they'd look back and laugh at as old women on their deathbeds. Her brain was empty of any of them.
Am I going crazy..? The women wondered to herself, as she uneasily partook in the arm wrestle, only mustering up the will to in half effort. Something was wrong wrong wrong. "Uh…Yeah. Yeah, I am."
Edited by ISZATSO on Sep 25th 2022 at 7:03:09 AM
'Nonetheless I will grant thy prayer,' said Sauron; 'and thou shalt be set free of my service.' Then he put him cruelly to death.
Whiterun, Hotel Del Rey
Vi is seated at a table in the hotel, wolfing down a plateful of bacon and eggs. Sitting across from her is none other than Eddie
◊, who's explaining the Arena to her via the notes he took when Pietro did the same for him when he first arrived. By the time he finishes, Vi has completely cleaned her plate.
"Okay, so what you're saying is this whole place is full of... superpeople and gods and magic and other insane shit?" she asks.
Eddie answers her question with a simple nod.
"More or less."
Vi leans forward in her seat.
"Huh. Doesn't sound all that different to where I'm from, when you put it that way," she replies. "I mean, besides one or two things."
"I wonder if her world has anything like symbiotes," Venom muses from within Eddie's mind.
Eddie stands up.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, what are you planning on doing now?"
Vi shrugs.
"Beats the hell outta me. Going by everything you just told me, though, I'll either find something or something'll find me," she says, rising to her feet as well. "Before I head off to check this place out, though, there's one more thing I've gotta tell you."
Her expression turns serious.
"If you see a pale girl with blue-ish hair and pink eyes hauling these big-ass guns around, let me know immediately. You got that?"
Eddie blinks in surprise, but nods in agreement nonetheless.
"Okay... is there some kind of history between you two I should know about?"
Vi blows out a heavy sigh.
"It's a long story," she says. "Hey, uh, thanks again for letting me know about this weird place. You ever need help punching someone's face in, just come find me."
With that, she heads out through the hotel's front doors and begins going for a walk.
"Wonder if I'll ever run into Ekko or Cait around these parts..."
Eddie, meanwhile, makes his way back to his room after bidding farewell to Vi.
King of the Monsters
neco-arc dies
BLEURGH
"You did everything right, I'm sure. I just seem to have this... curse."
The girl looks away, hunching over slightly to make herself look even smaller. "My name is Kirike, and I have a habit of dying in unfortunate ways."
Edited by KiriK on Sep 25th 2022 at 9:05:45 AM
"He's gearing up for war."
Simmons, Young, Luin
Brotherhood of Steel Base
"Huh. Wonder what her deal is." Young furrowed his eyebrows as Keys stormed off to her barracks. "Anyways, the war room isn't too far from here." Young suddenly changed demeanor and worked off of what the woman told then, looking to a temporary dome about two minute's walk away, made up of steel sheeting. He started walking, motioning for Adam to follow.
As they neared, they were able to overhear the discussion between Bookstore and Paladin Simmons.
"EMP bomb drones…Might work, 'cept the snipers'd probably shoot 'em down before they could deliver the payload. The vehicle sounds like our best option. What if you and a couple of our guys…" Simmons used his index finger to illustrate a line going from the encampment to the second red dot, their target. It looked to be some kind of square building, perhaps a warehouse. "…Hit 'em from the front. Grab their attention, get them to send out their initial defenses to face off against you. Meanwhile, we could use the camp truck to bring the rest of our men around the back, and find a way in from there." He plotted, crossing his arms and looking down at the map with conviction in his eyes. This concentration was broken by Initiate Young's arrival.
"Hello, sir!" He waved, as the Paladin's head jerked up to face his subordinate. "I brought this guy. He wants to help with the problem."
"And you just…Let him into camp? Without telling me?"
"Actually sir, he uh…Let himself into camp. He's not here to hurt us, though!"
Paladin Simmons slowly approached Adam, until he was standing directly in front of him, the power armor letting him stand at the same height as the supernaturally tall man. "And how are you certain about this?" He asked Young, refusing to break eye contact.
"I just do. I got the Sight again…He showed up as blue."
Paladin Simmons, briefly looked to Young out of the corner of his eyes, before looking back into Adam's for a few seconds longer, silent. This Sight of Young's. Nobody knew quite what it was, but it was a sort of intuition unique to him…a way of telling who played what role in someone's life story. Red highlights were reserved for enemies, blue for allies, white for sources of information, and yellow for anybody who needed to die for an unknown reason. The Paladin sighed, and broke eye contact, turning around. He didn't want to, but he trusted Young's Sight. It had yet to fail them.
"Fine. I trust you overheard the entire plan anyways, Mr..?"
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Bradun
Luin's meal is solemn, no matter how much she tries to change her mood. Why did she feel this way? Something like this should have been monumental, the sheer suggestion of her going along for this should have been a win for her.
So why didn't it feel like it?
When the plate was cleared, she dumped it and the silverware into Ye Olde Kitchen Bucket for Washing At A Later Date™️, before heading upstairs and donning her trusty chainmail armor,
as well as heading to the small collection of weapons she had amassed and grabbing both her item pouch and her beloved Bone Katana "Wolf",
forged from the remains of the first monster she had ever hunted. Once all ready, the woman headed down the stairs. But before she did so, she took one last look out her bedroom window to prepare herself for the day ahead.
'Nonetheless I will grant thy prayer,' said Sauron; 'and thou shalt be set free of my service.' Then he put him cruelly to death.