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ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#376526: Mar 3rd 2023 at 1:53:21 PM

Im the kind of Nakai that likes to roam around

"Beeeeeeeaaaassssstttttmen... Dddddooooo nnnnnnoooootttt ccccccommmmmppppaaaaaaaarrrreeee tttthhhhhheeeeeemmmmmmmmm tttoooooo mmmmeeeeeeee aaaaaagggggaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnnn."

He heard Reyna and simply nodded, stomping along the way as he looked to the others gathered, hand clutching his maul tightly. Warmbloods could be trusted to not attack.

But usefulness was always in question. He has grown tired of these games of cat and mouse.

"Theeeeeeeeeeee ppppppppplllllllaaaaaaaannnnnnnn?"

Awawa
josh6243 Betty "Blast Hornet" Blanctorche Doppler from Digital Realm Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Betty "Blast Hornet" Blanctorche Doppler
#376527: Mar 3rd 2023 at 2:44:06 PM

Pantheon

Disappointed by the boss fight so far, Commander Yammark agrees, "You can say that again... I was expecting something much larger."

Vs. Magolor SEX

Zangeese does the unthinkable with the face-stealer! He grabs him and places him into an electrified piledriver suplex, hoping to catch Magolor with it.

Rbade [PASIO] from Woodstocks Since: May, 2015 Relationship Status: Non-Canon
[PASIO]
#376528: Mar 3rd 2023 at 2:50:21 PM

Skelethomas... completely avoids the bullet, the shot passing through the spaces between his ribs. ... He sure acts like he's been shot though, crying and screaming and wailing and whistling and falling to his knees before slamming his face into the ground, shattering it and losing another extra life.


Piano notes Treble's hesitation and does a small bow towards him, as if to say 'It's fine. I won't hold a grudge.' ...

o shit maestro! . Well, yeah, you 'psyched her out'. Insofar as startling her enough to reflexively open fire. I hope that was your goal...?

As for Django... okay, well, that probably would kill him if it hit, but having kind of expected retaliation for being stabbed, he dodge-rolls to the side, causing the shot to just graze his back.

... And snatching up a chip on the ground. Oh hey, Quick Boomerang! ... Oh shit, it's now the Javelin Frame.

/\。。/\
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#376529: Mar 3rd 2023 at 4:02:37 PM

Wild Hunt

As they continued along their way, the group would walk into a clearing, but what they found was odd. In the centerpiece of the clearing was a pair of gloves, gnarled and looking like the talons of a hawk, and clutched in the gloves were beaded tassels, that looked like they were supposed to be worn on the hip. Then suddenly the path behind them closed off, and as Epok looked around for somewhere else to go, the grass at their feet grew thick, and the branches became labyrinths of bark and leaf.

At first it was silent, so still infact they could hear the cloth shift around the other hunter's rising and falling chest. The first thing that they heard next, was the rustling of the branches, and the ruffling of feathers. Finally, voices that were not their own broke through.

"The finest of the Aelfen gods... Butchered by Khaine, rejected by Isha, worshippes by the hearts inane."

A new set of voices broke through, and this time the speaker was seen. They had a body of an eagle, but the head of a stag, adorned in the colors of a bearded culture. When it opened it's mouth would like fangs greeted them, and underneath these teerh a secondary pair of jaws: a hooked bill, cracked together each time it spoke like a gentleman recalling a fable.

"Do not ask him how he was born, he will tell three different stories. All are true, but presented in a lie. Your avian friend knows, or at least, should discern why. Is he even the protector he claims?"

The figure disappeared again in a flurry of feathers, and coming up behind the Alphabet Trio was a tall, lanky woman, who moved around them. Her skin was a strangely orange-gold hue, and she was adorned in the feathers of a secretary bird, her feet ending in similar talons. She wore a pink veil that hid her mouth and chest, as she bent low to communicate with them in a voice that tickled their skin and made their hearts still.

"The shard you seek to help is young in mind and form, but aged in heart. He presents himself lithe and seductive, but is stern and detached. Paradoxed by his chosen... Who will he call "Orion" here? Where death is but a suggestion?"

She stepped into a tall patch of grass and sunk as if she was submerged in a deep pool, the blades leaves above her shimmering before going still. A haggish beast crawled upon blades leaves towards them. It's face red and wrinkled, with exposed white fangs. It had a long red obstrusion in place of a nose, as the magpie-colores wyvern beast spoke like a grandmother reminding younglings not to play near the stove.

"The Protagonist go with the flow. They don't question it. It's not that they lack the ability to think on it... Just where is the fun? Life is a game they think. They are the heroes of their story, bouncing from one corner to the next, unable to pause. Because that means they aren't as infallible as they think."

It hissed before jumping into the branches, pravtirslirhwring into the shadows between the rays of light, as the golden voice reveales itself. A trio of male harpies, lithe in frame and stunning in their beauty. One has the features of a horned owl and was the most aggressive and daring of the bunch, the other a bluejay like Harpy who was smaller and seemed more shy, and the other a crow who looked solemn and curious, as the spoke in unison.

"No risk in this game. You have lives to spare. Did you think the other contestants had that luxury? Fighting by the Logic of The Sword, but never finishing the final act? Why do you think you should piece together the abandoned god?"

Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Mar 3rd 2023 at 4:03:44 AM

Awawa
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#376530: Mar 3rd 2023 at 7:43:37 PM

Gus briefly stand there forlornly as he dies, shredded to bits as his metal body implodes. He realizes he should've probably done more than talk shit but hey, it's only one life wasted!

I must act smarter next time. And focus on the enemy. Gus runs in, sprouting a gigantic shotgun and shooting at everything he sees with a stoic face on. Die you worthless pieces of meat! Because of this though, Cutter and the door survives, Gus deliberately not shooting them.

Yelping, Walter, who was preparing a move, toss Jesse into Gus's Li F Yo what the hell misTAARRGGHHHHH. Making his body incorporeal, he attempts to scatter his mass into a cloud of blue sky meth, attempting to float his way to the other side of the battlefield.

Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter
BombonBombin Nightmare lord from Across time and space Since: Jan, 2021 Relationship Status: In love with love
Nightmare lord
#376531: Mar 3rd 2023 at 8:41:38 PM

Vs. Magolor SEX

The oily substance mixes with the chemicals that compose Kool-Aid Man's "blood", making him feel dizzy at first... But the oil and the juice did a strange chemical reaction, making a henious dark wine-colored substance, that turned Kool-Aid Man... Into    Dark-Aid Man   .

   OHHHH YEAHHH!!1   

   Dark-Aid Man    leaps against Trollge, trying to tackle him into oblivion!

Three freaking ghosts!
BoniniBanana Fortunate Sun I from real Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Fortunate Sun I
#376532: Mar 4th 2023 at 4:22:10 AM

Hyu

Mark's still thinking, but he finally has a way to comment after Hyu mentions if she should've woken him up or not.

"No... He'd probably push us into a fight or game we can't possibly fucking win. No one dies a horrible death, just humiliated enough to want it." He sounds very unsure if this would help her worry at all, so he continues after a pause. "...that was a well earned nap, anyway."


Pantheon

Green pauses after her attack as well, but she just looks around if anyone has something to say. She hears Samus and immediately replies.

"WRONG, THE WORD IS TASTY!!!"

Her vocal chords charge with lightning as she prepares to unleash the scariest noise she thinks a rat will ever hear. Before proceeding to pounce and maul it with no mercy.


sex.

Magalor (typo) SEX summons his most formidable foe for the FRONT FUCKING DOOR

CUBE FROM EDGE, THE CUBE FROM EDGE

the FRONT FUCKING DOOR... opens... to push CUBE FROM EDGE, THE CUBE FROM EDGE away TO KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL.

Edited by BoniniBanana on Mar 4th 2023 at 8:31:56 PM

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shroobot3000 Witch of Scarlet Dreams from Behind you Since: Apr, 2014 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Witch of Scarlet Dreams
#376533: Mar 4th 2023 at 4:34:45 AM

Vs. Magolor SEX

"Ha, do your worst bird-" Crosscut says only to get grabbed and slammed down. He eats shit for the second time this fight but he also explodes violently in the process, likely taking out his attacker as Crosscut then respawns (again) in Sovngarde.

"Hm... I feel like something's up here..." he muses only to carelessly charge back into the fray again guns literally blazing.

Edited by shroobot3000 on Mar 4th 2023 at 2:39:38 PM

"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#376534: Mar 4th 2023 at 7:20:42 AM

Hyu and Mark

She doesn't seem too comforted by this, but feeling her instincts were somewhat validated, made her a tinsy bit better. And seeing Mark in this state did drive her to gently coil around the man, and pat his back, her tone welcoming and her tone certain.

"Indeed, it was a good rest... But you are safe to rest again... Or you can stay close if you like..."

Awawa
BoniniBanana Fortunate Sun I from real Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Fortunate Sun I
#376535: Mar 4th 2023 at 7:55:35 AM

Mark accepts the gesture and feels much better when in Hyu's tail. He just lets the feeling set in as he moves around to get a snug and tighter fit within the coil.

"Yeah... Thanks. At least I know that fuckwit's up and running around here, clears one uncertainty at least... You mind if I see that photo?"

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ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#376536: Mar 4th 2023 at 9:40:34 AM

Hyu and Mark

Hyu hands him the photo, though noticing how he cuddled further up against her did bring her some satisfaction. And in fact she couldn't help but play along, resting her head atop of his whole looking at the photo, her arms wrapped around his chest.

"I didn't notice anything off with it... But then again I was thinking about biting his skull in two."

Awawa
BoniniBanana Fortunate Sun I from real Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Fortunate Sun I
#376537: Mar 4th 2023 at 9:50:08 AM

Mark looks at the photo, seeing himself at a vulnerable state is usually quite unnerving but with Hyu it's endearingly embarrassing but not something a light chuckle can't solve. He moves up a little to loosen her hold for a moment so he can slide the photo in his notepad before he returns into the Hyu Sleeping Bag.

"Yeah... He probably did just want to fuck around with me this time." He says, and goes with the flow of the conversation. "I want to crack his skull too." He jovially replies.

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Rbade [PASIO] from Woodstocks Since: May, 2015 Relationship Status: Non-Canon
[PASIO]
#376538: Mar 4th 2023 at 12:54:09 PM

megaman continues to smack the SHIT out of the [rat], vertically, keeping him in place while being shaken and ripped apart like a dog toy by Green and having part of his body blown off by a Twinkie. It screams and shrieks and ends up splattered across the center of the shrine. The upper half of its skull ends up landing by Samus and Ms. Grey.

"oh ew what the hell"

...

Ok so. It appears that some of its fluiditive remains are seeping into the carving in the ground. And that rivulets of blood and viscera are quickly streaming through them to fill it out.

megaman appears to be zoning out.

/\。。/\
josh6243 Betty "Blast Hornet" Blanctorche Doppler from Digital Realm Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Betty "Blast Hornet" Blanctorche Doppler
#376539: Mar 4th 2023 at 12:56:55 PM

Pantheon

Upon seeing that Morph Moth's face turns green before running behind cover to do the unmentionable. Commander Yammark is there to provide moral support.

" There, there," says Commander Yammark as she comforts her girlfriend. "Let it all out."

KiriK The Grey Pilgrim from across time and space Since: Mar, 2015 Relationship Status: Singularity
The Grey Pilgrim
#376540: Mar 4th 2023 at 3:56:27 PM

Pantheon

Collector Samus stares at the dead rat and his leaking bodily fluids.

   "I think you just completed a dark ritual requiring a blood sacrifice. Morons."   


Wild Hunt

Aldon furrows his brow at the hag. "I wouldn't be too sure. Toldor's personal quest was one of revenge against Ellder for his brother's murder. If he were the sole protagonist, he would not have had to think twice. Which he did, when I forced him to."

   "It turned out we were all being driven to anger and violence by the presence of a giant demon. My proudest kill yet,"    Toldor says with a wistful grin.

"Regardless, without our gift, no one would have ever been able to save the world we come from. It has always been necessary for us and those we try to help. Is coming back after death any more 'cheating' than magical spells?"

"Do you mean to have us doubt our cause?" Ellder asks, remaining polite. "We are here because Kurnous saved Toldor from true death at the hands of orcs from another world, and we owe him a debt. I did not come here thinking I was a hero saving someone's life. I am here to do what is asked of me."


Magolor SEX

Lives: 87

OURGH, that's an actual Kirby boss fight move. Boothead's body slams into Magolor SEX once on the way down and again as a living projectile, flying out of Zangeese's grip on impact with the ground, before the summoned abomination poofs into nothing.

Ena, the cube from EDGE, and Trollge all shatter into colorful pieces, respectively because of Gus's shotgun rampage, the FRONT FUCKING DOOR lightly pushing it, and    Dark-Aid Man    proving how fragile internet trolls really are when you get face-to-face with them.

Finally, Piplup's 7th Evolution bounces away from Crosscut's explosion with an EXTREMELY LOUD dramatic death cry before landing on his back, flickering and disappearing, just like a fighting game character (minus being EXTREMELY LOUD).

Magolor SEX is oofed. He teleports all over the battlefield yet again, pausing between each 'port to chuck between three and six homing orbs of dark energy at whoever happens to be near him when he appears. Which is everyone because of how much he's teleporting.

Magolor SEX HP: 710

Edited by KiriK on Mar 4th 2023 at 6:26:00 AM

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
Rbade [PASIO] from Woodstocks Since: May, 2015 Relationship Status: Non-Canon
[PASIO]
#376541: Mar 4th 2023 at 4:24:56 PM

Skelethomas avoids the orbs on account of BEING DEAD when they were fired, coming in as the situation is [developed]. As such, when he reappears, he attempts to REFLECTO one of Magolor'sex's ORBS OF DARKNESS using one of his THIGH BONES as a bat.

/\。。/\
josh6243 Betty "Blast Hornet" Blanctorche Doppler from Digital Realm Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Betty "Blast Hornet" Blanctorche Doppler
#376542: Mar 4th 2023 at 5:07:17 PM

Pantheon

Noticing how savvy Samus is, Morph Moth asks, " T-that's bad, isn't it?"

Vs. Magalor SEX

In an attempt at defending himself against Magalor's teleportation fury, Zangeese attempts to summon a Raging Storm ki geyser surge around him.

Edited by josh6243 on Mar 5th 2023 at 6:55:30 AM

ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#376543: Mar 4th 2023 at 5:14:58 PM

Hyu and Mark

She got really into it after he said he'd want to crack open their skull. This was moenwhwr forte, as she rested her head on his left shoulder now, still keeping him in her coiled tail as she continued to look at the photo. Her voice was far more, casual. And the way she grinned, felt like she actually was getting used to the whole "conversation" deal.

"Quick question. What is your preferred fighting style. As in... Not your favorite, but what do you mean into the most..."

Awawa
BoniniBanana Fortunate Sun I from real Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Fortunate Sun I
#376544: Mar 4th 2023 at 5:33:51 PM

Green seems awfully disappointed the rat is fucking dead, but as Samus suggests, it's probably a ritual, which makes her go to a full 180 as she approaches the skull.

"WOOOO BLOOD RITUALS!!"

She then violently stomps the skull flat repeatedly... Probably not helping Morph Moth's or anyone's situation in the slightest.

"COME OUT! COME OUT!! COME OUT!!! ALREADY SUPER BLOOD RAT FIGHTY THING!!!!"


sex 2

the FRONT FUCKING DOOR gets EXPLODED and FUCKING DIES (L tbh) and upon returning it expertly dodges into MORE ORBS, dying AGAIN (another L tbh) and it just stands there upon the next life, thinking to itself "I am literally a door why am I thinking" before it extends its knob to give Magalor SEX a good nasty shaggin'

Edited by BoniniBanana on Mar 4th 2023 at 9:54:04 PM

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BoniniBanana Fortunate Sun I from real Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Fortunate Sun I
#376545: Mar 4th 2023 at 7:02:33 PM

Mark lightly smiles at Hyu as he catches on she's getting the hang of being a bit laid back. "Hmm..." He thinks about it, he hasn't had the chance to talk about fighting outside of Green, who prefers practical discussion rather than a conversational one.

"Something like a straightforward no bullshit fight, whatever they have and whatever I have on hand. What I said doesn't mean having a fair fight though."

Edited by BoniniBanana on Mar 4th 2023 at 11:03:35 PM

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ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#376546: Mar 4th 2023 at 7:15:13 PM

Hyu and Mark

The Psyren raises a brow, curious to this. Her "No-Bullshit" Berserker rage was there yes, but she decided to somewhat narrow down what he meant by that.

"Hence the shield, though that combo with the chains is odd-"

Then he soon realized this was going to be far more intensive of a conversation than he thought, as she audibly gasped and looked him in the eye like this was the best realization yet. The smile was honestly, too pure with the conversation topic on hand.

"Oh! A shield to block them, than chains to have them slip up! You're a disabler! And one with a killer defense... And judging by your dorsal fin, and I've seen you in action... You're quite mobile! That is a stellar combo Mark!"

Awawa
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#376547: Mar 4th 2023 at 9:16:23 PM

The Ruby Floor

The world serpent of the seas was resting against a wall, his breathing soft. He was in his more human form, though the massive tail and biological wavering cloak did set him apart. That and his current garments, of fishnet and high heels. In fact, the setting seemed unbefitting a sea god, as he's was in the back stage of a... "adult establishment." He had become a semi regular at this club as a performer. Drinking wasn't really his thing, and he had no interest in watching everyone else's lackluster dancing and pole acts. With the arena being as all spanning in its scope as it was, many patrons tried to shoot their shot with grandiose displays of might and magic. Some of the other entertainers did the same, using chi or kai or whatever other fancy spirit bending nonsense they had to project themselves. Fights were routine, and while The Ruby Floor had been named so because of its well, ruby flooring, sometimes it was just a decent enough volumes of blood.

Nagadilotep didn't question it. It was just like Bilgewater: just with less gunpowder and more body enhancers. It was also less... by the skin of their teeth style folk. Everyone was well fed, well off, and socially busy. Perhaps that added to Nagadilotep's disdain of things. He hadn't seen Mark nor Agent 8 , which made him weary. Thor was... a rare bit of company to have, good but infrequent. And his carapaceon servant "Crabtrek" was now fighting under a new god, one he felt insignificant to. And without Kaia-

Well these shows just weren't the same. He missed pretending to be a Vastayan in this form, just so Kaia could brag on him. That feeling of being treasured he longed for. For what makes a god happy, no matter what, is praise. Such powerful beings wish to be sung in myth and legend. But there is a different praise that many of his kin crave. A true connection, compassion and love to grace their forms. Nagadilotep knew this wouldn't fill that void, but it was better than fighting all the time. It was better than nothing.

He often tried to control the dreams he had. To live out ideal or abstract situations he just couldn't achieve, other times to feel like there was some semblance of normalcy. Yet in his sleep now, his body remained relax, showing no distress of what transpired in his rest. Well, this was because his mind conjured memories he had grown used to. Memories of how he was before. Sometimes he dreamt, yet in these more empty days his mind wandered to distant yesteryore, and of what those times brought. Dragons with carapace like metal would fly across the sky, bringing destruction to those below: hordes of men malformed and ferocious. Some were shaped like great bears, their twisted bodies clawing and slashing at those before them with elemental ferocity. Those they fought on the ground were grizzled and chimeric beings, some resembling men with lizard or avian or canine traits, adorned in armor made of strong saurian scale. As they clashed, distant wails were heard, as writhing masses of pharyngeal jawed eel beast descended onto the battle ground, hoping to take in and devour all those present. Only to be blown back by great crystal spires erupting from the ground, blowing back the hordes, dispersing them evenly across the battlefield. From below crystal arthropods and decapods began to shift the earth above them, creating ideal land for them to arise and stop this madness. Yet instead a few would find themselves plunged in glacial ice, as stony hided trolls wearing the iconography of a boar began to freeze the earth, countering the geode magic to bring upon a storm of frost. Only to be submerged in flames as Rocs flew overhead, crashing into both dragon and army alike with reckless abandon, as great trenches were carved in the earth.

Those moments were still just as visceral. He felt the coat of The Seal Sister in his jaws, the divine blood in his jaws as he tried to wrestle her below him, simply to deliver a killing blow. The way they thrashed together sent great waves onto the shore, drowning those caught in its wake and dragged back out to sea kicking and screaming. Wyverns and sea serpents gathered around to partake in the bounty, plucking floating corpses from the tempestuous sea's surface, as the Abyssal God tried to make an example of the Freljordian Goddess who tried to compete with his domain. But a well place set of claws to his chest would cause him to let go, as she tried to escape, leaving great wakes in her path. Nagadilotep swiftly followed behind the Divine Pinniped, propelling himself forward like a Nile Crocodile taking sight of a wounded Wildebeest. Yet as he was within range to bite onto her hind flipper and do a proper mauling, a massive Darkin was thrown into his side, which he reflexively snapped his jaws around and death rolled. Yet when only black ichor came forth from the entity of chaos he knew something was up. So he poked his head out of the surf and saw, a mostly unfamiliar face. Standing atop a dragon with pitch black scales and a glowing red maw, actually eating it on the spot, was a theropod like beast. Yes he was there, Naga remembered that, but that's not how they met. Like some Mesozoic relic, it held itself up on two powerful hind legs, and was adorned in black and grey fur on its back which coupled with its flesh-toned scales, gave it the archetypal image of a vulture. It had formidable, overwhelmingly powerful jaws that seemed fitting for breaking bone and sinew. It looked to Nagadilotep, and without hesitation lunged head first at him.

Nagadilotep suddenly lurched forward before the jaws could collide with his face, looking over to see a Hillichurl looking, unamused he was still here. Their arms were crossed, as they seemed to wait for Nagadilotep to speak up first. He did so, yawning first and stretching his arms over his head, his hood coming out at the same time.

"Weren't you... heading home?"

"I can't until you leave the premises pretty boy."

Their tired voice came out gruff and somewhat choked, as he suddenly pulled up a Piranha Plant themed moneybag and began to count through the bag, before handing Nagadilotep a wad of cash.

"You know, you really should be a regular... You easily put the others to shame! And you'd probably be getting more earnings."

Nagadilotep took the money in his hand, putting a claw along the paper notes with indifference, before getting off the wall and taking the high heels off so he could walk normally, responding to the owner of the establishment.

"Not my thing. This is more a hobby than-"

"Pole dancing as a hobby?! That... thats just downright abstract! Why would it be a hobby?!"

Nagadilotep pointed out his form, running a hand along it to a completely disinterested gremlin of a man before turning back away and heading out the door. His voice was suave and cocky, as he glanced back to the man with a half lidded expression.

"How else am I supposed to show this off."

But before he could step out the front door completely, the Hillichurl scoffed and made his way to the door opposite of the room.

"Not in the company of losers I tell you... You got skills dude, but you aren't built for this crowd..."

Nagadilotep seemed confused, turning around to talk to the man-

"Earlier you were telling me I should be a regular-"

Only to hear the click of the other door into the main building from the room. He stood there in silence for a little, hissing under his breath as he took the fishnets off and began to make his way towards the back exit door. Once he pressed his hands against the push bar of the door and was greeted to a pale moon night, which reflected off the sea to give it a somewhat luminous feel in the air. He sighed and looked to a nearby palm tree, which he walked towards and lifted a adjacent log. Below said log was a neatly carved ivory box, which he opened up to dispose of the stockings and heels, alongside a whole host of other outfits before closing it back up and covering it up with a log. There was a tinge of guilt each time he did this, as if addressing the box is what brought it out. It wasn't personal, he just had nowhere to put it out in the ocean and keep it all in one piece.

No it wasn't that which brought shame. It was how detached it felt from himself. As if this was but a joke as his own expanse. The Great World Serpent of Runeterra himself, going to clubs to pass the time because he missed conversation. He missed his High Priest, he missed the respect he exuded. And in-between eating the occasional rogue god or drowning pirates, this is what he did.

He left the tree line, and crossed the shore, before slowly submerging himself in the wake. He swam off, diving deeper and deeper along the plummeting shelf, before disappearing from sight. Hopefully the next day brought something new for him to escape his boredom.


City of What Was

Joseph raised a small tea cup to his lips as he looked down at the hive news paper. He wasn't one for mornings, and found himself loving the late nights It gave him time to think, and well, relax. The mornings of any world were rife with other nobles going mad at their serfs and thus, their serfs going ballistic on the common folk below. Joseph didn't exactly rule like such, and that added to his mystery on his gothic little world, where the moon shines brighter than the day star. Yet here in the arena, it was devoid of such subtlety or consistency. Sometimes the days felt endless, or it snowed on a day that was hotter than any summer solstice, though he preferred when the nights were dark and stormy, like a hurricane ready to strike yet never making landfall

He dressed of course in his night wear, which was just a frilly shirt and tight pants. A small blanket being on his lap as he sat in his study, surrounded by novellas and ancient journals alike. Of course he currently was reading about the odd use of Wharf Vole meat as a healthier alternative to whatever the Arbitorum would have approved, and a adjacent article on Hyu's efforts amidst the Vanguard.

He heard the door to his studies open, and as it creaked inwards he saw Ody'nami looking in. This was not her typical "whatcha doing?" style comedy where she would get him to expose on some new trend he had learned of. No she seemed, almost nervous, as she peeked her head through and looked him in the eye for a bit before looking away, her voice quieter than usual.

"...Are you.... Busy?"

He lifted a heavy eyebrow, before sighing. Placing down his tea, as he looked at her. His expression a bit curious on why she was so...off, he could sense it. Psyren's were not entirely devoid of emotion as he had been raised to believe. Yet they were intricate, and skittish

"Not at the moment, everything alright?"

In which she would further her gaze away again, before looking up to him and shifting her tail past the door frame, her arms holding onto the door frame as if it was the only purchase she had from falling. He noticed this was obviously unbefitting of a Warden, and Ody'Nami was such a prude to look like she was at the top of her game that any fault of her's she would relentlessly self-reprimand herself. So when her voice came out like a coy, punished whisper, it especially caught his attention.

"...may I come in... Joseph?"

Joseph nearly jumped straight from his chair as he hurriedly yanking off his blanket, running over to the admittedly taller woman in the doorframe without a bit of hesitance to let her in.

"Yes! What's wrong dearest?"

Of course he looked concerned, as held his arms out to embrace her and cling her close to his chest. He couldn't stand even seeing her wobble for a moment. She immediately just slumped against his chest. She did not die on the spot, nor fall unconscious. But she did just, lean against him, and immediately nuzzled against his chest as her arms cling gently to his own, her eyes still open and looking down at the earth. Still, quiet as can be, she spoke to him, as if she had just returned from some barbaric scolding.

"Can you sit down and have me... Rest against you?"

Joseph quickly moved, practically dragging her to the chair before sitting down. Pulling her up before fixing himself firmly against the cushioned seating, with her form resting against his as he cradled her close to his chest. The man patting her back with one hand as the other hand combed her "hair", the silky tendrils that seemed more than willing to return the favor. The other hand, slowly patted her back, as Ody'nami immediately snuggled up to his chest, taking in his scent of lavender and earl grey tea, her arms wrapped around him in a somewhat tight hug.

"...Relax, everything is alright dearest. If you feel alright... Mind telling me what happened?"

Her response seemed sheepish, muffled against his shirt and skin.

"Had... A dream... I think the term is a nightmare?"

He only listened politely, his hand patting the back of her head softly. He almost seemed motherly, wanting nothing more than to support the Psyren in his hold.

"What happened? I'm here for you, I won't leave. Nothing's gonna happen"]]

His warm tone, his soft yet blanketing hold, it made her eyes alight with some feeling of relief as she purred, rolling into his hold. He could feel her tense up, before she looked up at him as she steeled herself, her tail slowly swaying as before she went back to avoiding eye contact once more.

"It was... About you leaving... I uh, solved something and you, left..."

Something about her tone wasn't entirely honest. Which Joseph was quick to point out.

"What...What are you saying. Be honest, girl."

He said, his tone growing more stern as he made sure to stare into his eyes. His hands only caressing her now, as he just wanted to keep her safe. Whatever was happening to her... wasn't normal, he's yet to see her so distressed in such an awfully long time.

"I... Solved... Your plight. I somehow did the necessary ritual, got him back, and you left without another word. When I came... Admittedly crawling back..."

She rubbed her arm as she said that, looking back up at him yes, but almost as if she was embarrassed to do so.

"You... Didn't want me. You chased me off."

"...What?"

He was silent for a moment, just staring down at her. His mind racing as he thought about getting his brother back. The man, the golden child of his family, ripped away by war. It wasn't uncommon in the 42nd Millennium, but the scar he left on him after his untimely death. That was the whole reason Ody'nami had even entered his life. A pact to bring him back. His mind wandered because for a few years now it just seemed... Unlikely. What if... What if what if what if She could almost see he wasn't there for a moment before he shook his head, a distant, unsure voice coming from him.

"I... would never"

Ody'nami saw that pause, that purr she had gone as she nestled her face into his chest. She felt, so insanely gentle right now. He could feel her shallow breath, as she soon rested the side of her head against his chest, as she listened to his heartbeat. She asked in a bit more of a meek manner, her golden sclera haunting as they looked up.

"...Promise you won't leave me?"

That question got his heartbeat going wild despite his calm demeanor. His hands patting her head a bit more roughly, before he took a pause to calm himself. He felt in reaction Ody'Nami nuzzling his chest, before resting her face atop it, hoping to help apply a familial pressure to help reign him in. He knew this trick, the way she often solved his panic attacks was through this method. Even now, she couldn't help but try and comfort him even now, when she was the one who came in searching for just that. Joseph felt selfish, and after softly taking a deep breath, his heart was no longer feeling like beating out of his chest.

"I would never...I truly do love you. You... shouldn't worry dear, I can have both of you in my life"

She smiled faintly at that, her tail somewhat coiling around his legs as she nuzzled against his neck now. She felt how intense his heart had been beating, and looked up at him, still trying now to be the supportive one.

"Don't you worry love... I'm still trying to help you and him. I will bring him back, I promise."

She leaned her forehead against his, sitting up a little more to do so, as she stroked the back of his head gently like one would pet a cat.

"Of course.. I need a best man for our wedding"

He said, trying to crack a joke with a sly grin on his face, feeling victorious when he saw Ody'nami blushing, eyes shooting wide as she processed his comment on marriage. Though he still seemed nervous, her hands petting his head bringing him a bit more out of the shock. His hand moving to move it down, as he simply went back to hugging her close, his void trying its best to return to that gentle aristocratic tone he carried so whispfully.

"I... would never leave you. You need not worry"

She leaned into the hug, her hair turning a slight shimmering magenta, as she purred and gently nuzzled him, her own heart beating rapidly.

"Neither would I... You're... I have nothing flowery to say. Other than that I love you."

He took a deep breath, as if he just saved himself. A part of him rather furious with himself for even thinking of a possibility with his brother. Ody'nami was his... wife to be, and a part of him, and as much as he hated it, he grown quite attached to her within the past years. It was all supposed to be business, alignment of goals...

"And I think you would be incredibly good at being a male-wife."

He was stunned by her words, looking back down at her with a somewhat shocked expression, before stopping the hug and crossing his arms, his tone jokingly firm.

"...I'm not a male wife, don't say that."

Apparently male wifing was a sour spot, which Ody'nami took great pleasure in seeing.

"Then what do I call you? You're very nurturing... And sweet. And a little moody."

Her playfulness was back, as she purred and nuzzled him lovingly, her tail swishing about a bit more now as she heard the tone in his voice and sighed, giving him the respect he deserved with a few gentle kisses to his cheek and neck.

"...fine. No male wifing. Besides... I don't need a pet name for you."

She snuggled a bit more against him, purring once more as he saw a smile creep onto the edges of her mouth, as she closed her eyes and kept him in a hug. He played along with the bit, not returning the hold as he spoke like some French Friar reprimanding some commoners.

"All traits of a good husbands, not some male wife. I still haven't full recovered from the maid outfit you forced me to wear"

He said, laughing to himself somewhat as he finally admitted to be enjoying the cuddling. It was so sweet to be given such affections. Almost too good. He never felt that he deserved it, but even these moments carried a sort of temporality to them he couldn't pass off.

"I know you don't, Joseph is a perfect name."

He said, his mind being eased by the Psyren's cute smile. She saw she had caught his eye, and immediately bleped her tongue out at him, curling her hair in and upward like a vampire squid's cloak, before bringing it back down and pressing her cheek against his chest.

"...You know... I don't mind being in your arms at all. And besides you rocked the outfit, I'll have to wish for that on my birthday... Or some other gift holiday."

However, seeing his face, she could tell he wasn't the biggest fan. She blew a raspberry at his expression, her tendrils falling back down to the swell of her back and shoulders as she positioned herself more firmly in his lap. More so just trying to find the most comfortable seat.

"Fine! You don't have to... What would you like me to wear though~"

He smiled at that, letting his form relax as he took a deep breath and sank into his chair. He felt safe now, no longer musing himself as worthless or overly-concerned. Instead, now musing himself on his preferred fashion.

"Well..let's see. I do have a thing for woman in corsets..or pirates. Of course nothing at all would also suit my fancy just fine. I'm not a demanding man."

He said, a small blush on his face as she climbed more onto his lap. He really did like being cuddled like this, despite his normal disposition Yet he seemed interested when she gasped at the pirate suggestion, moving her hair into something akin to a freeboota's hat, smirking back at him with a playful expression before doing a very cheesy, sarcastic pirate accent-

"Yarrrrrgh... What goes there cabin boy?~"

She couldn't hold it for long, her fins falling back down to her back and sides while she giggled to herself, looking almost dorky as she held a hand before her chest, holding her face in her other cheek. He literally felt his heart thumping in his chest, as he immediately hugged her. That was the cutest thing he had ever seen, and coming from a woman who could tear out his throat. It was such a silly thing, but it was like he was in his own world. Her world. The man quickly leaning down and hugging her tight to his chest, resting his head on hers, as he left out a soft chuckle.

"Oh my thrones... that was so cute..."

She purred upon feeling this, leaning up into his hold as her arms met around his back as well, snuggling up against him as she seemed completely ecstatic to hear him even remotely laughing . She nuzzled her face up against his, looking him in the eyes with a teasingly smug expression.

"Pirate it is... I'll remember that to treat you. You'll have to teach me how to put on a corset though... Got to have that fine admiral silhouette to take you out with."

"...Well you don't have to, I'm hopeful you even wearing a pirate hat...I don't know why I like it so much, too many children's books? I haven't even see a sea before"

"Hey, I'd rather that be the freakiest you get. Pirate kink is far more interesting than a catgirl maid."

She smiled at the idea, thinking of something to make her little Aristocrat smile. Then smirked, bumping her nose to his and seemed to be grinning as if she had just had the perfect joke.

"Unless it's a Catfishmaid..."

He giggled a little bit, before stopping himself... before suddenly breaking out into laughter. The prince having this overwhelming joy to his laugh, as he moved back a little bit.

"That's... actually pretty funny...I can picture that, with the little whiskers too!"

She smiled contently, seeing this man who hated himself this much be moved by, seemingly childish wordplay. It made her heart skip a beat, as if she was finally feeling the true Joseph near her. A man who loves silly puns, and longed for the sea and stars. She licked his cheek a little, her golden eyes casting the glow of a gentle lover.

"Well you aren't gonna see me putting on some whiskers... Well maybe something with make-up..."

And with that, the two rattled on through the night, utterly entranced in one another's unique flavor of dorkdom.

Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Mar 5th 2023 at 6:57:04 AM

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KrampusTheTherapist Filia, Final Lucifer. from A Galaxy Far, Far Away (Fifth Year at Tropey's) Relationship Status: A cockroach, nothing can kill it.
Filia, Final Lucifer.
#376548: Mar 5th 2023 at 1:14:34 AM

Filia - Anne's World

Filia again raises a quizzical brow at the man, side-eyeing him for a few moments before returning her gaze to the white void. Had this man been watching her? It's possible he saw what transpired in the Arena but not within Hell, or so she thinks. The demoness's shoulders slink forward slightly, and Filia takes a step further away from the man. She stays quiet, scanning the horizon for the slightest twinkle indicating Anne's presence.

After some time Filia breaks the silence,

   "Then I will discover my answer on my own time then."   

She responds coldly.


Zombie vs. Herobrine

Zombie gets knocked out of the minecart and is ejected backward a few feet. The mob lands a few feet back, immediately attempting to get back in the fight. Zombie rushes forward and tries a wide strike with a wooden pickaxe that would have significant knockback. If successful, an attempt to follow it up with a leaping axe hit would follow.


ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#376549: Mar 5th 2023 at 3:02:38 AM

Luin (Dawnguard), Jennifer, Arad, Annihilation Nergigante, Warped Luin

Luin saw Marth and adopted a grin, thankful for his appearance wrenching her from her thoughts. She had run into quite a few friends today, and it occurred to her now just how many of them she knew through that bigass asshole.

"They got you on this thing too, huh?" She approached the knight and smiled, trying to strike up conversation to keep her mind going anywhere but the creature that elicited panic in her through a mere thought alone.

——

Hub Centralis Grandnova Site

The room that the trio now found themselves after the portal was closed in was tall, incredibly so. While it was rectangular in floor dimensions, about thirty by fifty feet, the roof was a good seventy or so above, the walls fading into the glass roof as decorative arches. There was a long table in the center of the room, Jennifer sitting at one of the seats in the middle. Arad, meanwhile, simply stood in front of the wall, his hand rested on the hilt of his sheathed sword. Normally he would have stood by the entrance but that’d be difficult here seeing as, well, there was nothing of the sort.

"You wanted to discuss the finer details," Jennifer began, leaning back. "So…Let's discuss them."

——

Hades' Wrath

This was a new sensation.

As his enemy's attack hit, Annihilation Nergigante felt himself become…frozen. But through no physical or bodily means. No, this hesitation went deeper. It was an odd feeling, one he had not experienced in a great many years. He seized up, not moving in the slightest and trying to remember what this feeling was.

——

Sands

The Lone Centurion brought the machine to a halt.

"Off." He spoke, looking at the Grineer who had hopped aboard at the beginning of this whole thing. "We move on foot from here." For a moment the man wanted to question the woman on why exactly so many of the people who had just emerged from the gateway wore armor so similar to hers, but quickly remembered that one's allegiances could change.

He, of all people, knew that.

The Lone Centurion hunkered low and moved from boulder to boulder in the desert sands, hiding behind each one until he was sure it was safe to move closer as he scoped out the zone in greater detail. Failing to acknowledge the MOA, he continued onwards towards the wall, attempted to get a good visual of it and the area surrounding so he could knew whether or not it was truly clear.

——

Da Fog 👉🏾😶‍🌫️👈🏾

As the trio of intrepid warriors traveled to the other side, they would hear a final farewell from the queen:

"Good luck."

Tropique, Luin's Home

The smog coated the entire Tropiquien rainforest in a thick white haze. The haze was so intense that seeing even ten feet ahead was a difficult obstacle, and though not largely visible, there was a cabin near this area, as well as a garden. All seemed uneventful for a few seconds, though one member of the party in particular would know what was coming before it even came.

With his acute sense of smell, the Traumjager would catch the scent of a human and a large predator, both in the sky. And sure enough, not even a few moments later three mighty fireballs flew down from the air at each of the three members, exploding against whatever they came into contact with. The ground shook as something landed, and the fog was thinned somewhat by the sheer strength alone of the mighty roar of Lutemis.

On the Rathian's back was her rider Luin. She wore recently smithed Gore Magala armor, potently built and as deadly as it was defensive. Still, there was very clearly something wrong. Luin's skin was much paler than usual, and she seemed to emit fog, surrounded in it as though it were an aura.

With great power…you know the rest.
BoniniBanana Fortunate Sun I from real Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Fortunate Sun I
#376550: Mar 5th 2023 at 6:50:22 AM

Mark wasn't unnerved by it, in fact he's on board with Hyu, being as enthused about the topic.

"Yeah! Flying around and shit! Brings me back to when my older brothers flew me into the sky..." Seeing how fucking bizarre that sudden shift is he awkwardly drones back to the topic. "I have the pointy stuff in case I need to kill or get through the hars crap, but thankfully all the blunt stuff like the shield and hammers work fine enough... The fins help but I still gotta get the hang of being a little fishy."

Edited by BoniniBanana on Mar 5th 2023 at 10:50:40 PM

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