Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Pantheon of the Fallen Star

Both Reploids are surprised that they made it past Grima Rex. Truly, Inafune must be smiling upon them today. Still, the duo pray to the mysterious god as they wait for their next challenge to arrive.

Out of curiosity, Morph Moth asks, "W-who's our next c-challenge...?"

Commander Yammark sighs, "Who cares? They'll buck our kitts ... kick our butts as badly."

Bunker

As the snow cloud dissipated, the standoff became visible.

"Hey…Are you lost?" Piovre slowly inched towards Cittufeni, who was standing still and staring directly ahead. The biological man was cautious in his approach, but also obligated to help a man in need of aid. "Excuse me? Sir-" As soon as he was within range, Cittufeni's arm shot out and grabbed Piovre by the throat, lifting him and slamming him into the ground, before kicking him through a boulder and into a field of snow, the drone camera repositioning for a better angle to include them both in the frame once more. "Well, there's my answer," Piovre groaned, getting to his feet. Cittufeni jumped at the man at immaculate speeds, aiming to deck him in the face, but Piovre countered through grabbing his arm and using the Android's momentum against him, flipping him overhead and slamming him into the ground. Piovre stood over Cittufeni's still body, giving him once last chance to resolve this peacefully.

"Listen. I don't know who the hell you are, but if you got a problem with me, then we can talk about it without beating the piss out of eacho-" The Italian was again cut off, by Cittufeni lifting his arm to the sky with his palm open as a very tiny sphere began to form from within.

Piovre was almost mesmerized by it at first, but as it began to grow, he quickly realized that this was not an attack he could afford to fuck around with. The man's hands lifted to protect his face just as a flash of blinding white light engulfed the screen, before the drone camera feed cut out abruptly. At that exact moment, out the window, Stevens and the CEO watched a massive cloud of smoke and snow shoot up, far off in the horizons.

   "Son of a bitch.."    He groaned, the hologram turning around and pacing about as the entire surrounding region grew silent, the sounds of combat no longer ringing out through the forests.

Edited by ISZATSO on Sep 25th 2022 at 7:26:20 AM

Veyolkos doesn't give in to his curiosity. He instead just waits, sitting back and using a log to dit himself as he carefully positions himself, looking to the spirits he made and feeling...

Tired. Ahtal-Ka, Beatrice, and Kulve Taroth got him. The others... Did not. Especially those... Humanoid amalgamations. Was it envy he felt? No... Maybe... It was far more complex then simple jealousy. Or loneliness.

"You're doing the thing again."

A rather tired, somewhat geeky sounding voice came from deep within his conciousness, and he groaned and visibly shrugged it off, setting the bottle down as he waited.

"Progress here is slow."

"Because you wish to bring champions to your side. Instead... Consider perhaps appealing to the Most common denominator..."

Veyolkos rolled his eyes and waited, his talons tapping against the floor.

Mark is picked up off the ground but holds almost no reaction, looking at Nagadilotep back. There's discontent in his eyes, one that speaks of yearning. He does ask asked when he's lowered back down but is partly at a literal loss for words considering he did just speak his mind earlier. So he pauses a little.

"I can't just train myself by hitting hard things and harder things hitting back. Especially with the bitch who joined me for that purpose alone. I need to get stronger but being cunning is something that I can't hone in an all out brawl. Which is why I come to you."

My name was Adam, I usually help people, and I will help you, he assures.

Is this the work of some dark god or beast, perhaps? I could slay them for you! He says, growing confident again!

...

Faster.

The group is standing over at the edge of the village, awaiting for the arrival of the weakest monster possible. Around the two best friends Luin and Or are gathered old men and women, children, amused parents, Luin's family and other inhabitants. They admire as a gathering storm is forming, a dark shape floating within it, partially illuminated by the lightning.

Then it comes down.

590,6cm tall and 1848 meters long, with about a fuckamount of unholy tons. A creature of black scales and massive horns, raw fucking hatred pulsating in its very core. A beast that does not think like a beast, for it hates with a passion, slaying not to feed itself, not out of necessity and not to defend its territory, but because it just has the raw hatred imaginable towards anything that dares exist in its line of sight.

A whirlwind of death for a maw, two glaring orbs locked in an hateful glare towards an imperfect creations, a tail so deceptively swift, massive claws to grip unto a target and tear it apart, cutting through flesh and rock as if both were paper. Ebony wings to lift its massive body and inflict death upon more and more unholy pits of life. Bloody spikes brimming in anticipation, waiting to be launched, if a poor fool doesn't impale himself over them as the creature charge at them.

A monster, not purely because of what it looks like, but because of what it does.

Standing at the peak of the food chain, beholding all that lays before it, and eager to one day see nothing at all, 'ANNIHILATION NERGIGANTE crash down near Luin and Or, wreathed in a malevolent aura as its impacts the world, lifting up sand as the ground almost quiver in fright at it, causing the world to almost tremble in its wake.

And tremble more it does, as Nergigante lunges out, dispelling the smoke, to roar right in Luin and Or's face, intent on making a spectacle out of their death!

NERGIGANTE

Kirike taps the tips of her fingers together awkwardly. "The first time it happened, the Judge of the Underworld told me it was my own fault... but I don't understand it. I don't get it. I should just be a normal human. I live in a place full of magic, but none of us are magic."

Edited by KiriK on Sep 25th 2022 at 9:37:33 AM

Nagadilotep immediately answered him in a manner that seemed, oddly welcoming. Nagadilotep took his forelimbs and pulled himself closer, heaving his body between the two as he spoke to both of them, even if he was primarily teaching Mark.

   "The weapons I gave you... The form you've been blessed with... Was intended for you to take a hit. Combat is so easily chalked up to "an art of war". But brawls and War are completely different beings."   

He pointed to the shield and lance, and even used his snout to hook up under Mark's arm so the scales may hit the sun. And his tone took a far more... Lyrical tone as he explained the mindset needed to survive out here.

   "You... We are outgunned,   

   Outmanned,   

   Outnumbered, Outplanned-   

   "So what do we do then?"   

He marched before them, trailing his claws across the sand, his fins wavering as his tail wagged slowly, his great neck creaking as he turned back to face them.

   "We take the hits and then we give them a second-   

   Master the element of surprise by aiming for the wrist and heels.   

   Wait a second make sure you continue to stand, take the next hit-   

   Then use their own strength against them. Fall to the side drag them down with you sir-   

   "But don't fill your head full of fantasies of dyin' like a martyr."   

Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Sep 25th 2022 at 7:43:06 AM

Arad

Onyxis

Arad grunted as the teeth clamped down on his arm, forcefully pulling it away as the fabric of his sleeve, some skin, and more flesh than he'd like were ripped away, separated from the rest of his arm. He grunted and attempted to switch into a warframe, only to find that he was unable to, for whatever reason.

This…would be a problem. But a problem to be solved later. For now, he had to find out what the hell was going on. Arad backed away and, before the bleeding got too bad on his arm, reached to the back of his belt and grabbed one of three cylindric objects. Inside of this was a green gelatine, that he applied to his arm as a mist via spraying. He didn't use enough to heal the wound entirely, but he managed to stop the bleeding on it, at least. The man slid the container back into it's spot on his belt, before grabbing his Nataruk bow from his back and pulling back on the cosmic string, a bolt of tangible energy forming in between his finger tips as he held it positioned at the beast on the other side of the portal.

"What the hell are you?" He called out, attenpting to reason with it and see if it was capable of speaking his language.

MED-MIST: 95

Edited by ISZATSO on Sep 25th 2022 at 7:53:41 AM

t456 is promptly and admittedly violently startled by the burst of magical energy, literally jumping into the air while turning around. It takes a moment for it to settle back onto their feet.

The shock seems to turn their hair and eyes purple

"AH!"

Still, despite this, she takes a moment, calms down, settles back onto his feet, and listens to what Eve has to say.

Its hair and eyes turn cinnamon, at the end of it.

"NAH, I'M NOT CONVINCED", they say, "YOU'RE VERY RESPECTABLE, BUT I DON'T KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH TO SAY YOU'RE A GOOD PERSON."

teal, then, their hair and eyes change to.

"If I were to make a judgement, I'd say you're rather a bit harsh, but ultimately I don't really... care. I just met you a few minutes ago. I don't even think we've exchanged names, yet."

then, red

"And, you know, as hilarious as you are... something about just puts me off, you know?"

And finally, purple

"U-um, no hard feelings, though. Sometimes you meet people you just don't like, no need for any, uh, moral judgement, or anything."

She pauses.

"Oh, and Badass means, um... like, really cool. But in a vulgar kind of way?"

PANTHEON OF THE FALLEN STAR

Up next - Amalthus

The light of the pantheon shines once again, growing from a dull shimmer to a blinding brightness, illuminating the remaining combatants in its golden glow.

The glow obscures everything from sight, consuming the world around each person entirely, until the battlefield is emptied of contaminants, able to take its next shape.

And, as the light fades, it does- taking the shape of a large but cluttered forest covered in huge, tangled trees. The ground is covered in roots that make the terrain bumpy and hard to traverse, with a few patches of grass mixed in for balance.

The next opponent does not seem to be... present. Maybe something about the pantheon failed to initiate?

Well, no, but it would take an exceptionally observant person to realize what's actually going on- their enemy this time is not attacking in a straightforward manner. Instead, Amalthus◊ hides among the treetops, taking careful aim...

...Before firing a highly-charged light element shot from an ether cannon◊, aimed for Commander Yammark's body!

It's a quick, devastating shot, liable to deal some serious damage if not beat the Reploid outright if it winds up being a direct hit- seeing that the shot will explode on contact in a violent, scouring shimmer of golden light ether!

Hub Centralis

There is what can be briefly and yet succinctly described as... a commotion, centered on the outskirts of the city.

From the sound of it, it isn't a fight- surprisingly enough- but instead some kind of gathering.

But of what?

Collector Samus looks around as the scenery changes.

With her enhanced senses and suit abilities, she spots Amalthus and immediately unloads a Super Missile at his location.

Agent 8 listens closely to Nagadilotep, still not saying anything, but thinking.

Taking hits has never been her strong suit. Where she excels is in maneuvering. With just her ink alone, she can dart around the battlefield and disappear from opponents' sight, harassing them and slowly whittling them down before escaping their retaliation.

Would her strategy win against theirs? She wonders...

Luin

South Dakota (Or was it north? genuinely do not remember)

No no no this is wrong this is so wrong this is

Luin steadied herself. The beast was large, too large for her to comprehend. The size. The size was not what she had heard. The size was not what she had seen.

This beast was not Annie. It was not the weak pest that was dispatched easier than a spider in the corner of Luin's room. It was not the ridiculed dragon, the beast that had failed it's attack on the Astera settlement across the sea and so crossed over to the old world. This was something else, different. It tapped into the greatest, most animalistic fears of the human psyche and targeted them specifically, ripping them from the deepest pits of Luin's mind and spirit and bringing all her greatest fears out into the light.

A wave of emotion hit her.

A mourning, but for whom she knew not. Faces she had never seen. Monster companions she had never tamed. This bringer of Annihilation had taken somethinhad taken everything from her.

But here she was.

And everything still around her.

But here she was.

And everyone still around her.

But here she

Luin dropped to her knees. The people surrounding her were of no comfort. She saw flashes. Felt flashes of pain. Mourning. Hatred and fear and a deep, deep unkillable sadness that no amount of alcohol could drown, and Luin knew this because she had tried.

Luin had never had a sip of alcohol in her life. She was raised better than that.

Luin got to her feet.

Luin fell from her knees closer to the cold hard sand.

Luin unsheathed her sword, staring the enemy in the eyes.

Luin curled up and cried.

Luin leapt at the monster that was nothing to her, cutting into it's skin with a slash of her sword.

   Luin shut her eyes and waited, hoping she'd survive the massacre.   

Luin relentlessly swung her blade, making deeper and deeper gashes with each incision.

   Luin knew there was no hope for her. She had evaded death for too long, and here it wa   

…

..

.

"Annie's a bit bigger than I remember him being!" She grinned, assuming a defensive posture with both feet firmly on the ground as her sword was drawn from it's sheath. She looked to her mount Tailwind the Pukei Pukei and her best friend Or with a grin, remembering all the good times the two had together. "But it's still no match for us!" She held her sword up and pointed at the Annihilation Nergigante, ordering Tailwind to fly at it with the opening attack.

Edited by ISZATSO on Sep 25th 2022 at 8:17:28 AM

Pantheon of the Fallen Star

Being more perceptive than Leah this time around, Marcia quickly tackles her away from the blast, saving her bacon again.

Commander Yammark asks, " What the Inafune is going on here?!"

"Hush... T-they are out for blood!"

After seeing Collector Samus fire at a random location, Morph Moth follows up with a beam of her own.

Eve listens, seemingly a bit miffed at the last words, yet choosing not to get offended. It's only genuine advice from somebody who doesn't know her, not an evil being out to ruin her, it shouldn't bother her.

But yet it does bother her, because she's not perfect, she's not pleasing somebody, and what is she if someone would rather avoid her? She can't be a saint if some people perceive her as harsh.

We did trade names. You're t456, I'm Eve, she says to her, looking pensive and maybe a little sad. The truth is, I don't want people to not like me. I used not to care about what people thought of me and I was rather harshly impacted by that ignorance! So, now I'd like to please people and be aware of what they think of me, to quickly fix any problem.

... Do you want me to hold back on villains? she asks. You see me as harsh because of my code, right? I'm afraid I can't disrupt it so easily for your pretty eyes, but I can promise you that there's a good reason for it. I've seen the worst of what people can do, and I don't want to let anyone open their eyes to it again. It's a bit... much, I'd concede, but I do it for you all.

...

Your first death? That... Adam thonk, experiencing a bug of a sort. ... It's not a curse then.

He taps his forehead, once again thinking. He doesn't like a problem he can't solve easily. Have here been similar cases in your history? Very unlucky people?

...

There's a small white flame pillar on a ledge overlooking Dawguard as a whole, and the suicase float to it, as a hint home. If Veyolkos follow it, he'll see the helmetless man kneeling by a bunch of dead creatures. There's a giant headless ape, a giant centipede next to it, some monkeys, a large wolf, smaller wolves and a few more regular animals.

Some... fastfood, too? On the side?

They're burned to various degrees, never to a crisp, but the important matter is the person themselves: their head is like a flame awkwardly crammed together into a vaguely human shape, with two piercing red lights as "eyes", an uncertain nose, a jagged mouth and a wavering chin. It looks constricted, and eventually, the figure groans and releases a tall pillar of white flames from his neck.

They aren't hot once you're close to them and burn ethereally. Sparks of it burn the air itself, floating and burning nothing. It's a comforting fire, one would need to try to feel much stress, anger or rage around it. It doesn't suppress those, but it lowers them considerably.

In my culture, we had a leader. The others didn't. When someone reached a certain amount of years, they'd be melded with the leader and she'd draw from their power to conquer other tribes. We didn't really know why, and we didn't do much with it, but we enjoyed fighting and it gave us a goal. So we kept our shape and we let her guide us along in return and-and do get served, I don't know what you like, so I put whatever you want. But I've bought burgers.

It was weird. She said she went to other dimensions and they had those concepts. Age, conquest, war. It kept people "motivated" according to her, because having a timer forced them to do what they had to do and not slack off. If we had a set limit before being melded into her, then we'd be less... more... I don't know, proactive? he snaps his gloved fingers. proactive.

Even the weakest Faltine, she'd absorb. Her logic was that there's never "weak" people, just those with unusued potential that she could put to proper use.

It was weird.

...

uuuuggggghhhhhhh

annie dies

Edited by Bolded1 on Sep 25th 2022 at 5:25:32 PM

t456 tilts his head.

"We did? Oh, yeah, we did share names, I guess... I'm sorry, I'm pretty forgetful sometimes."

She clears her throat, hair and eyes turning teal

"As a matter of fact, I do not mind your actions. Not because they aren't objectionable, though I don't exactly have the information required to know if they are objectionable. In the end, I am not one to put feelings into quick words. When I say that you simply do not feel like the sort of person I'd like to be around..."

It's hair and eyes then turn cinnamon

"WELL! I'M REALLY REALLY TELLING THE TRUTH! YOU AND I GO TOGETHER LIKE PEANUT BUTTER AND KETCHUP, AND THAT'S A REALLY TERRIBLE COMBINATION OF FLAVORS I THINK!"

Then, her hair and eyes turn ...blue?, gaze softening and turning... remorseful.

"You're just a little... ehhh, you know, simple, I guess? You don't think very hard about what you do, you just do it. Great qualities for a soldier, not so great for a doctor. But it sounds to me like you want to be both."

It's voice in this blue state is eerily similar to Eve's own, though different enough that it's obvious he isn't copying her in a literal sense, just imitating her in some more distant fashion.

Their hair turns back to cinnamon when he finishes speaking, and the look on her face might tell Eve that they don't even realize a blue voice spoke at all.

Eve taps her index against the side of her head. But... she listens to the voice, and raises an eyebrow, briefly thinking she's being made fun of, yet is able to barely hold herself back, sighing heavily yet listening. She doesn't pick up on Cinnamon, because she's that distracted.

I thought hard about this. The truth is, that I think the world is simpler than people would give it credit for, she admits. What I've seen happen to my home was caused by base villains whom I mistook for small-scale threats or even good people at heart. But as soon as they were given the means to, they tore everything apart.

People I loved, people I didn't know, my family, whom I... They got slaughtered because I wasn't harsh enough. I don't want to lower my guard again. I don't want to spare someone because I sympathize and then end up betrayed again. You could think that's simple, I can't change your mind then, but that's because my experience is different from yours.

I sincerely hope you won't have to live through mine however, she concedes. You might think me as in the wrong forever because of that, but I know that you'll be around to think so, instead of dying.

Veyolkos did eventually follow, his wings taking him off the ground with ease as he grabbed the construct and bottle in his own hands. And once he arrived, he was partially stunned. He looked to the flaming creatures, and though their was the laughing in the back of his head-

"Always! Specify what you want with these kinds of folks! You'd think the tales of Djinn in Shurima would have reminded you!-"

Then suddenly grew more intense as Veyolkos landed, his suspicions raised once more.

"-To be weary."

Veyolkos growled and sat himself down, looking to the fast food with mild aversion. He listened to the story of this... Matriarch figure, still as he heard out the story of the combating concepts and their own conquest. It tasted bitterly of tales he had heard. Of the strong consuming the weak to carry on their legacy. But here they took, and really only offered combat in exchange for servitude.

Well, not being eaten is a plus too he reckoned. He wrapped his mind around the concept, and started to speak openly on his story.

"So she took. And only gave back an agenda to take more?"

Pantheon of The Fallen Star

Usually, this type of the terrain would make navigability hard. But not for Green, having her origins firmly rooted in the woods. This new environment prompting her to stroll around till the first shot rings out towards Commander Yammark. Attempting to give them some advice...

"They use the trees! Use the trees back!!"

Being more literal with this approach she reaches for a tree and uproots to throw it like a javelin towards the source of the shot. The projectile violently toppling over the other trees as it makes its way to Amalthus with inhumane accuracy.

"Do not hide from me! I WILL NOT strike a man from behind!"

Mark opens his mouth to retort about taking a hit but immediately shuts up once Nagadilotep does his good ol' musical number. It's not a bad way to teach him, since he has received advice through stanzas or bedtime stories. Quietly droning his words as he begins The Analysis.

"Wrist and heels, and whatever keeps them up but not completely down... huh..."

He conjures the steno pad in small embers and flips pages till reaching the crude sketch of a man then crosses out: the wrists, heels, and the hinge-like parts of the body such as the inner sides of the knees and elbows. While he is a writer, he's not much of a reader. Parts the page is already filled up with addendums regarding the human body from his role model, but never understood what they meant till just now. Akin to unlocking a new skill.

"Gotta use whatever they have against them and that sword's a way to reach it..."

Exotic Battlegrounds Grand Opening

Icarus notices someone approaching his mech on the outside and decides to board it...

...oh hey, it's Flandre and Rumia!

Hi, are you two ready for combat? How's the mansion doing?

Stefan, likewise, moves to the front entrance but doesn't leave the building, because he forgot to bring a jacket and it's cold outside. He is warmed up, but he still doesn't like coldness.

Recognizing Flandre, Rumia and Sarah outside, he rests his slab on the ground and waves. He can't help but smile at the sight of Flandre.

Sarah notices Rumia, Flandre and Stefan and waves at the latter, smiling slightly, before glancing up at Thor.

Alright, so let's go; I've got a good handle on the Necrosword now, I think. But promise me not to wreck stuff! And if you do, you gotta repair it!

I SEE IT ALL FALLING APART AT THE FIRST EXCHANGE! BUT VERY WELL!

Smiling, the two head off for an area.

Letricallo, Reprium

"That does sound like you." Luna said, thinking for a bit. She then got a mischievous look on her face. "Well why don't we do what bored fairies are supposed to do, and find someone to prank? We might not have Star and Sunny but I'm sure we could pull something off." Seems some things don't change.

Exotic Battlegrounds

"Greetings, and I suppose we are." Flandre said, looking at Thor as he spoke rather loudly. "The mansion is quite nice, though I still prefer the original."

Rumia happily waved at Stefan meanwhile, Flandre soon waving as well though not as excitedly.

"So which arena should we be going to?"

   "THAT'S IT!"   

He saw the note taking and looked to Agent 8, his eyes flashing with an idea, and he leaned up, water coursing beneath him like cold, white rapids, as he slid atop the stream as he circled the two, hoping Mark continues making the notes.

   "This Wheke is insane man!   

   Clawed her way out of the bottom and how do you think she did that Mark?   

   Check it!   

   Can I be real a second?   

   For just a millisecond?   

   Let down my guard and tell you two how I feel a second?   

   She's figured herself out, used her wit. Used distance to make up for frailty. Exhuasted opponents and lead through them dangerous terrain you see?   

   She learned that dying is easy, living is harder."   

He dove down into the earth, sand parting like the very surf as it cascaded down the hole he made like a roaring waterfall, forcing the two to fight against the current. His voice continued to come through, as the sand around the edges vibrated with a percussive rhythm. His trusty Hermitaur walked back into view from the jungle with a cello carved from palm wood. It climbed atop a rock and began to play with a aggressive symphony. Matching the colossal Thermal Vent that shot forth from the ground that Nagadilotep was gripping and coiled about. He stared back down at them as grey storm clouds gathered over him, his eyes and lights cascading a strangely intimidating and mesmerizing display.

   "Any hope of success is fleeting!-   

   How can you keep running into the battle knowing you'll have to keep retreating?   

   We can put a stop to this misery-   

   Knight takes rook, but look-   

   We gotta stop 'em and rob 'em of their advantages!   

   Take a stand with the stamina the divine has granted you!-   

   Withdraw but never retreat understand?!"   

Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Sep 26th 2022 at 7:36:26 AM

Gero sighs. "Now what?"

Zero summons forth his Powered Armor, suiting up Iron Man style (though it looks more like a white SPARTAN-II armor). "I've got this."

He throws a device on the floor, then teleports away. The device projects a holographic screen showing Zero's helmet view as the cyborg scientist appears in the sky to spectate on Cittufeni and Piovre.

Cirno ponders for a second. "... Hmmmm, that might be fun. Let's fly off in search!"

Kirike shakes her head. "As far as I know, it's just me. There might be a youkai or something with the power of luck manipulation, but I don't know who."

Startled again, confused again, Agent 8 stares at Nagadilotep.

Slowly but surely, though, she starts to nod her head to the beat. Music was what awakened her soul. What motivated her to seek a better world. What led her to victory. Music gives her life.

In this moment, that matters more to her than the actual words.

Edited by KiriK on Sep 26th 2022 at 11:11:07 AM

Adam nods, grasping what a youkai is easily. He is a multiversal traveler, so he's seen stuff. How about we try to get one then? We could have her or him bestow the winds of fortune upon you!

He turns around, eager to apply a plan he doesn't really know will work out.

...

Letricallo Tavern

Here stands the dreaded Kratos, destroyer of gods, serving himself with food he did not pay for drinking water that was served to someone else. The bar has been long deserted - all know better than to pipe up when a man like that is talking. Kratos doesn't mind, letting all of them go unmolested, for he's not angry enough to seek bloodshed.

That said, he is not in the mood to talk, quickly downing his food and the water. Bland and flavorless to him, though he's not exactly the kind to seek out luxury food either way. Yet not so long ago, the Spartan indulged in women, drinks and food. The meals of the gods, hand-crafted by the most skilled mortal men and skewered from sacrificial meat and bones, had always tasted like ashes to him however.

For now, he feasts.

...

She found an idea in that "death", we would be blessed on a greater journey with no fear, no pain and no scattering. And that bliss would be our for all of eternity, so long as we lived righteously by her standards.

He laughs and tap his helmet. Not sure we lived righteously by someone else's standards, but yes, she sought power. What for? I do not know, power is sometimes gained for its sake. We never did question her, because that was betrayal, and a death going against her would lead us to pits of suffering or so she said.

The man grabs some food and hold it up into the inferno, as it fades and become energy, flesh becoming raw energy.

He belch.

Nice lady, wouldn't you say?

"Okay then! Let's go to a place I saw. We might spot a good victim there." Luna says, gesturing for Cirno to follow her as she flies through town.

Letricallo Tavern

After flying by strangers who gave them odd looks for their pace, they soon reached a tavern. Luna peaked around a corner at it. Assuming Cirno follows she then speaks up.

"Hmm, that guy looks real grouchy." Luna said, spotting Kratos, who had his back to them. The cautious part of her thought messing with him would be a bad idea, but the fairy part of her thought it'd be real funny to see someone scary get startled. "I could use my power to let you sneak up on him and scare him maybe."

Edited by shroobot3000 on Sep 26th 2022 at 8:09:50 PM

The literal moment Adam turns around, there's a crack and a snap from behind as an old, nearly-dead tree finally gives up and falls toward Kirike!

"Hmmmm... Or I could try just whispering to him and slowly getting louder." Cirno giggles mischievously. "I enjoy a good persistent prodding."

Edited by KiriK on Sep 26th 2022 at 12:15:56 PM