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RainbyPlays fae being from yes Since: Nov, 2019 Relationship Status: Hiding
fae being
#384726: Feb 12th 2024 at 1:44:22 PM

Temple

Chora lets out a huff and sits down on the ground, her stomach grumbling.

"...I should've brought my pack with me."

She listens idly to the others before pressing her lips into a thin line.

"I say we screw the guy over. Whatever that key unlocks, it can't be good."

aeiou: the second
m-95 SauaS GoodooG from my place of residence Since: Jun, 2021 Relationship Status: Loves me...loves me not
SauaS GoodooG
#384727: Feb 12th 2024 at 1:44:37 PM

Estraole woods

"So the eyes are the weak spots?" Tarvek said while listening to Mouz.
When he was done, he heeded the advice of Zalade and Myra. "Good plan," he said, his voice curiously sounding both more focued and less composed. And with that, Tarvek charged towards the beast. He pointed his arm-dagger towards one of the eyes and fired a bolt of electricity directly at it; then, when he was close enough, he tried using his daggers to cut at the eyestalk.

Othar, meanwhile, was usually doing a good job of dodging the Spectator's beams. But at one point, he was hit, and he was thrust back-first into a nearby tree that broke upon impact. This was shortly before Tarvek fired his electricity. Aching, Othar pulled himself back up; and by the time Tarvek was trying to cut at the eyestalk, Othar was back on his two feet and charging right at the beast again.


Hornerburg

One of Jack Horner's servants nearby learned, for the first time, that it was possible for Jack to look slightly embarrassed. It was only for a brief, "blink and you'll miss it" moment, but it happened.
Once he looked confident again, Jack replied to the Alchemist. "Why, of course I'll be able to learn the process very quickly! I'm very good at, uh, mechanical dexterity, you know."
In truth, he probably was able to learn how to do it fairly quickly. He was more surprised at the Alchemist's boldness than anything else.

JustForFun.How To Be An Anti Hero
DevilPsyco from The Underworld (pretty deep down in the ground) Since: Jul, 2014 Relationship Status: In another castle
#384728: Feb 12th 2024 at 2:03:06 PM

Temple

Kado would be shown a very brief vision. The vision is vague and blurry, but he'll be able to make out the general shape of what he's seeing.

It seems to be a cavern room, and within it rests what appears to be a sword of some kind.

Perhaps this sword is in some hidden area that the key can unlock. The old man surely knows more about this sword. It may be worth questioning him about this once they get back to him.

With no further obstacles in their way, they'll be able to return to the portal on the beach safely without running into the Crow Mauler again. They'd have plenty of time to further discuss what to do with the crow emblem key, seeing as they didn't all agree on whether or not to give Mr. Green the key or not. As for Regigigas, whether or not he sticks with the group is his choice.

Once they go back through the portal, they'll find Mr. Green talking to his bodyguards.

"So that's why-"

He immediately takes notice of the group's return.

"Ohoho! You're back, and so soon! Did you change your mind? Or, perhaps... you actually succeeded?", he asks, sounding enthusiastic with the latter guess.

Sunshine (who had been completely mute so far) lets out a soft grunt. It doesn't sound angry. Is he impressed at the thought of their success?

Edited by DevilPsyco on Feb 12th 2024 at 11:07:50 AM

In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
KiriK The Grey Pilgrim from across time and space Since: Mar, 2015 Relationship Status: Singularity
The Grey Pilgrim
#384729: Feb 12th 2024 at 2:03:30 PM

Regigigas has stayed back in the jungle temple after saying goodbye to the others. He wasn't here for a bounty, but for a new resting place. And with the other Regis calmed and the Crow Mauler dropped into the abyss, he is free to take his long nap.

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#384730: Feb 12th 2024 at 2:21:10 PM

Leviathan, Cobble, Adamrena, Swords, Temple

"Nothing good." Luin answered with a shake of her head.

As Morag continued to scour the silent skies, there came into view a most disturbing (to Luin, at least, can’t speak 4 the other two) sight along the coastline. The sea flowed inland, a wide river rushing between two tall stone cliffs. The disturbing part of it was the half-dam built up as a natural barrier of sorts between river and sea, though this dam was not one of stone nor wood. It was constructed entirely of decomposed carcasses, a pungent smell wafting from it and surrounding the entire area. Luin grew queasy as the scent hit her like a truck, grip on Morag tightening as she nearly lost her balance. The flowing water was black with coagulated and rotted blood, and it ran only a short distance before disappearing into a dark cavernous mouth.

"Hangman’s Cove," Luin spoke in a hushed town as she glanced down at it.

——

Thorsig was silent as the two spoke among themselves. Such compassion for another was not something he had seen in a very, very long time. He did not interject, but as they talked, his own mind began to wander elsewhere. He had no clue where he was or even when he was, and the realization struck him that he had no clue how long he’d truly been asleep—long enough to have apparently gone backwards in time, somehow…or perhaps, forwards into another time.

He tried to Interface with his armor, to discover the exact amount of years that had passed since last it was fully active, only to find…

Huh. That was odd.

He had been locked out of his own armor, somehow, despite currently wearing. He couldn’t access its data, couldn’t enter its systems, couldn’t do anything but move in it. A troubled look appeared on his face as he attempted to run a diagnostics check, but the chassis proved entirely unresponsive.

——

The mech’s redirected lead rain storms around Claus but he never lets up in his forward dash towards the maze’s end at a speed impressive even for the elite soldier he was. Miraculously (and by miraculously i mean because he literally cannot afford to get hit by the bullets or he’ll fucking die lmao) none of them found his flesh, instead dancing about him in a ricochetting ballet of sparks and steel.

Reiko, elsewhile, watched Adam approach with anticipation. He did not budge, did not move, as the man came closer. It was only when the clothesline was a mere instant away from connected that he deftly ducked beneath the elf’s arm while driving a fist at his gut, aiming to hit him not just with all of Adam’s momentum, but with the momentum of the tank as well. Hand-to-hand combat was his strongest suit (he was a genuine contestant in a tournament against superpowered ninjas and literal gods, for reference) and here he felt very much in his depth.

——

Cardboard’s spinning slash did indeed connect with Nelo Angelo, but she might’ve found it to not be nearly as effective against the thickly-armored demon as she might’ve hoped. Nelo Nagelo only pressed on, rearing his mighty sword backwards behind him before dragging it along the ground and thrusting it upwards in a violent “uppercut” that he intended to straight up fucking cut the combatant in half with.

Liana spied Odio exited the building and rushing elsewhere. She was very content with the idea of not following him and ran in the opposite direction. As she did, she tripped on a rock and broke her neck and died instantly.

Guts exploded from the home he’d been respawned in and dashed towards the first fight he saw—Corrin, slaying Dante and Vergil both before ducking into an alleyway, traveling elsewhere. Guts saw no other battle in his immediate peripheral, and decided to follow the man and see where he went. His footsteps were loud and heavy and likely wouldn’t go unnoticed, but as he chased after Corrin in between the two houses he attempted to thrust the blade into the proud knight’s back.

——

Kado took a faint interest in the sword in his vision, but saw little else. Once his mind had returned to the world and the situation at hand, he nodded and held it out for Shroobert’s Character to take. But as she’d reach out to take it, the Jedi would keep his grip on it strong for just a few more moment as his eyes, nearly hidden under the hood, met hers.

"I cannot force you to, but…I’d strongly urge you to destroy that key after you fabricate the fake. All the people who died for it…all the things protecting it…nothing good can come of it." Regardless of her response, he’d then let go and drew his hand back. Silently, he turned and began walking back. His body ached and his head throbbed, but the battle was at last done.

"We found your key." He answered the old man quite simply. During the short trek back to the portal, his pain had subsided at least somewhat, and he stood tall once more. "But we found…other things as well. I’m not leaving until I get some answers, and neither are you." The Jedi glanced at the Old Man’s bodyguards as he spoke. All things considered, he rather doubted he’d be able to take them all on in a fight, especially not as exhausted as he was now. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

Edited by ISZATSO on Feb 12th 2024 at 5:22:39 AM

With great power…you know the rest.
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#384731: Feb 12th 2024 at 4:39:18 PM

TASK FORCE X

What the fuck?! You gonna talk that much shit and fuckin' die like that?! Boomerang says. He'd be gleeful had Erin died in a context where he wasn't in danger, but as far as he saw it at the moment, it was one less target for the zombies. And Morgan wasn't bulky enough that he could h-

Ah, nevermind, she was back. And throwing giant nails around! Good god, he was very familiar with having a gimmick but he found hers to be pretty sad. Yuh, nice work! The elite undead is indeed struck by Erin and launched into the air, the shock ripping his fingers off his hands and letting the gun fall to the ground, but such an attack will not take them out permanently.

However, do they need to take them out permanently?

Morgan seizes the opportunity offered to him by Erin, throwing his arm up and letting thick tree branches emerge from the slightest cracks within the blackstone. They burrow into the zombie's shoulders, crawling up his arms and forcing them to stick upwards, with the undead unable to move his limbs as he gets stuck into the wall and impaled by the nail, his face staying completely blank despite the damage he's gone through.

Unwilling to be the one who did the least in the fight, Boomerang grabs a golden boomerang and press on the end of it. A small *beep* later, and the boomerang's two tips begin to quickly flash red, doing so even faster after a little while. [[fire:FIRE IN THE HOLE!]] Boomerang does a fancy spin and toss his boomerang into the undead, nailing it in both eyes.

Despite the damage, it keeps "aiming", preparing to pull the trigger... only for its head to suddenly be at the epicenter of a fiery explosion, engulfing its whole body into gory bits and creating a small bloody crater in the hallway. Boomerang would celebrate but he just frowns, shaken by the shockwave and sound of his own blast. Morgan, in the meantime, has a little laugh at watching this happen, surprised to see the zombie reduced to so many little bits.

Wait... you carry explosive boomerangs on your person? Isn't that dangerous? What if a shock set them off? He asks, sounding baffled but amused at the same time.

Nah, it's just... fingerprint recognition. Nothin' a little cunt like you would know about, Boomerang smiles, adjusting his coat. He still winces as Morgan come up to him to elbow-bump him in the hip, the Australian leaping back in fright and opening his coat wide to see if his boomerangs are still in place. You little shit weasel! He says, raising his hand as if to smack Morgan. The child laugh yet again.

Hihi! I know enough about... fingerprints to know it's probably not that, then!

Elsewhere, the main team in the middle isn't trading quips and funsies because it literally can't. Joseph is cutting through the undead with his spear, using his skills with the weapon to cut down the undead. Faced with truly lethal weaponry, helped by a Killer Moth that had received similar blessing, the zombies fall in drove. Some left helpless by Michael breaking their limbs.

Killer Moth's knife is... potent! The one undead to be struck by it falls down a normal corpse, devoid of any rot or glowing magic, the energy of undeath chased from it. And so will the other bodies : it's a different processus from the one caused by Vallite Magic, even if all that Killer Moth likely cares about is that it works fine on the zomboes.

The situation in the main room turns from nearly helpless for the squad to nearly helpless for the zombies, as King Shark is able to recover and toss the zombies sticking to him into the elite ones. Undead fortitude or not, having a man-sized target thrown at one at extreme speed is enough to knock down the zombies, who fall to the ground, briefly unable to aim for Joseph.

I WILL BE YOUR CATAPULT A few stragglers try to aim at Joseph with their bolts of magic, but they do not have much success thanks to Harley and Killer Moth shooting them down with their Vallite weaponry. Only the elite zombies remain in the way, raising their weapons in a futile bid at shooting their way out of the problem. After all... they only need one good bullet to land, right?

Azura is off to the side, not helping Joseph, Harley or Killer Shark, instead pacing about back and forth and staring at the door leading to the right hallway.

And speaking of that place, Deadshot grumbles. Two Killer Moth drones made about half a Captain Boomerang, as he was concerned. Said half being the legs. But still, he trust his natural skills to carry him through this, as it always had. But before he can get to work like the others, the zombies simply fall to their knees without Floyd needing to do anything. And Killer Moth might see it through his drones.

The zombies who aren't already totally cripled begin to raise their arms at the ceiling, being content with moving their stumps if needed. Deadshot blinks once and raise his guns anyway - might as well disable them for good.

Until he's suddenly smacked with a cold wind, the legendary assassin lowering his arms in gobsmacked amazement. He hadn't noticed how long the hallway was. And how... surprisingly well-lit it used to be, rows after rows of green torches lighting the way deep into what appeared to be a endless path of stone.

But he, and he alone -not only because he was the sniper- could see two small green dots slowly moving his way, bobbing up and down in the darkness that it created before it. Green torches simply went off before they could illuminate the figure, extinguishing themselves without a sound at all. Or the bony hands that held them retracted themselves into the wall.

He could see faint sparks in the dark, and the sound of something scraping against a hard surface, accompanied by heavy footsteps that had to be cracking the ground they walked on. He could hear the clanging of weary armor, dragged forward against its will.

But Deadshot had better means than his senses, developed and considerable as they were, to locate a target that was slowly moving his way, exposing its head along the way.Fucker must think I'll be waiting for him. Deadshot goes to one knee and put his wristguns together. On contact, they immediately begin to meld and fuse as if they were tiny Cybertronians, gears and metal crawling up and down Deadshot's arms to form a fully-fledged sniper rifle. Albeit a surprisingly short one for all the powerful ammo it had to be shooting.

Deadshot knew what had to be done : he'd aim for the head and shoot. And Thorm would let him. And Thorm would eat an explosive round the likes of which Deadshot kept for tanks and other armored vehicles. The dude had to be immortal, because he was a necromancer or whatever, but Deadshot was curious to see him stop them with his head ripped off his fucking neck.

Gonna figure out why we stopped with plate armor and shield real soon... Deadshot aims... but find a tinge of curiosity stopping him from pulling the trigger. And he turn on his scope's heat-vision to see...

... a faint blue shade. Barely visible in the darkness as it shambled towards him.

Ain't gonna be nothin' but red. Deadshot take aim...

... And fire.

Edited by Bolded1 on Feb 12th 2024 at 1:41:26 PM

Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#384732: Feb 12th 2024 at 8:14:06 PM

Weathertop

The Captain, at last, sunk to his knees upon the dirt and collapsed forwards.

"Deleric is fallen!" A voice cried upon the battlefield. "Deleric is fallen, he is slain!" A raucous rose as many of the bandits entered a retreat, turning tail and dashing out towards the forest in a stampede. Some had the good sense to cast aside their weapons before they did; others were not so fortuitous. Those with their blades and clubs still in hand as they fled found themselves swift owners of an arrow between their shoulder blades, while those unarmed were spared their lives by the elven archers upon the wall.

The bandits fled, yes, but the Marshmen did not. They remained stalwart in their violence, but the absence of bandits made them fare a little worse than they had been. It was the humans who faced against the Saurus warriors, but now that they had gone, nothing stood between the Lizardmen soldiers and their amphibious quarry. Blood and guts rained as hammers caved in ribs; swords opened stomachs; and claws and fangs tore flesh asunder. The Marshmen had little more to fend for themselves in close quarters with other than spears and primitive axes.

Megumi’s halberd raced towards the sage. But mere moments before it plunged into the malformed humanoid’s chest, one of the blind and handless litter-carriers cast himself in its path. Whether or not this was an act of worship, of seeing the sage’s life as more valuable even than its own, or simply a tortured creature taking advantage of an opportunity to end its misery remained to be seen. But regardless, the weapon passed cleanly through the milky white skin and the thin muscle beneath, bursting out from the Marshman’s back and smashing into the empty wood litter with a hail of splinters that knocked the other carrier onto its side.

The Sage paid this no mind as its battle with Lucien continued. The man would find tearing out the insect to be surprisingly…effortless, and the reason for this was soon clear. As the bug withdrew fully from the Marshman’s throat, it revealed, at the end of its many segmented carapaces, a nasty looking stinger that it then attempted to plunge into Lucien’s neck and inject him with a paralytic agent. The sage whirled and twirled his staff; from it was conjured a horde of palm-sized wasps that raced towards Megumi with the intention of stinging him so relentlessly that his childhood dream of becoming a perfectly spherical object threatened to become reality.

In the jungle…

A faint smirk graced Quelaag’s lips, but her fiery eyes were sharp and hateful. As Nick approached, her spidery form reared back onto the hindmost four legs as bubbles of magma festered across her underside, before smashing herself forwards. The bubbles popped like warts, and directly at Nick came a wave of legit fucking lava. His forming of familiars did not go unnoticed either—from the many trypophobia-inducing holes lining the flaming spider’s fiery form poured forth hordes of startlingly large arachnids, each one smoldering in their own right.

With great power…you know the rest.
shroobot3000 Witch of Scarlet Dreams from Behind you Since: Apr, 2014 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Witch of Scarlet Dreams
#384733: Feb 13th 2024 at 5:16:32 AM

Leviathan

The disgusting smell of rotting corpses that would make all but the most hungry or savage carnivores reel from it made Morag wince.

   "Smells kind of yummy."    was Rumia's reaction instead. Morag actually turned his head around to look at her, as if such an Odogaron-brained statement made even the Flying Wyvern think she's weird.    "Do you think the big bad monster is in there?"   

If Luin said yes or something to that effect, Morag would reluctantly begin approaching to land.


Temple (but not really)

Marisa listened to Kado's words and nodded.

"Hmm, we'll see. I'd like to study it a bit first." she said noncommittally. For now she closely inspected it purely from a physical construction view, looking at it from every angle. After that she fished out some green ooze in a bottle. Some muttered magic and opening the bottle later, the sludge thing changed shape and color into a nigh perfect 1:1 replica of the key. Unless they have some fucking high tier microscope on hand it should hold under scrutiny.

Pocketing the real key into her personal storage dimension (aka bag of holding), she joined the others in heading off to their employer.

"Yeah, we got your fancy key." Marisa said, holding it out but not handing it over immediately. "Now, I expect our payment of course."

"I'm also quite curious about what you plan on doing with this thing." Marisa hummed, hands in her cloak's pockets after Kado speaks. "The... security was quite stubborn after all."


Crypt

While Killer Moth finds it satisfying seeing the zombies fall apart, he's also able to see what his two drones can see. Namely the big scary guy heading Deadshot's way.

"I wouldn't start relaxing if I were you." he said to the others, quickly moving to try and gun down the remaining elites. "Deadshot's run into the head honcho it seems. I'd suggest we hurry up."

He's not going to run and help Deadshot of course. He trusts him and the drones to at least slow Thorm down while they make a break for the Pomegranate.

Edited by shroobot3000 on Feb 13th 2024 at 3:23:57 PM

"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."
RainbyPlays fae being from yes Since: Nov, 2019 Relationship Status: Hiding
fae being
#384734: Feb 13th 2024 at 8:23:25 AM

Moonrise Crypt

"Heheh."

For a moment, images flash in Erin's mind, of previous nailings. The blood, the screams... So far away, so different from what she is now, but that part of her never truly left. It's enough to ease her mind once more.

She advances forward. The door is unguarded now- time to push ahead while they still can, she supposes.

The Cobble

Lute and Phillip's ramblings slowly taper off and Lute glances over at Thorsig.

"-I know that look. Something wrong?"

Phillip also turns to look, with a pensive look on his face.

"And does it relate to us? Because I'm pretty sure we haven't made any threats. Yet."

Lute shoots Phillip a pointed glance.

"Phillip."

"Sorry."

Not Entirely Temple

Chora heads back in silence. When they finally arrive...

"We're back and in one piece. Now if you'll excuse me..."

She takes off at a full run (which for her is faster than most cars) to the nearest town, presumably to buy food. She'll be back in a bit.

Jurassic Frontier

"Oh no you dont!"

Toreiru slams his hands against the ground, the very earth beneath him launching him forward as his pistol morphs into a miniature cannon- which, as Toreiru had positioned himself in front of Kratos, puts him in prime range to send a point-blank lead cannonball flying into the Stained Glavenus' face. Which then explodes. His movement of the dirt below him also pushes the odd crystal into Kratos' hand.

Edited by RainbyPlays on Feb 13th 2024 at 11:33:17 AM

aeiou: the second
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.
#384735: Feb 13th 2024 at 8:42:00 AM

Kratos

The God of War's vision darkens, but just as he is about to fade, the crystal is pushed into his hand, a rejuvenating surge of vitality coursing through his veins. Kratos suddenly jerks violently, rising to his feet with a deep gasp. He's not one for thank yous, but a brief nod goes Toreiru's way as the God of War rushes past him and toward the Stained Glavenus.

Stopping a dozen feet away from the monster, Kratos grasps the Leviathan Ax with both hands and smashes its blade into the ground, sending a wave of Frost energy to damage and slow the Glavenus's movement.

Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#384736: Feb 13th 2024 at 11:38:40 AM

WEATHERTOP

The halberd does encounter something else than intended but Megumi had hidden his dog in its shadow for a reason, which is a bit of a Rare Sentence but whatever. And while the Sage was surrounded by hostiles, Megumi knew that Lucien would appreciate backup in any sort. So, out of the blue, with the weapon still mid-flight from impacting one of the mindless thralls, the Divine Dog pop out in a flurry of claws and fangs, attempting to sink its jaws into the Marshman's right shoulder while digging its claws into his two arms.

As for the Divine Dog's owner, Megumi finds himself confronted by an army of nasty bugs. And not because he's decided to hop on a little Starfield playthrough mid-fight: the Divine Dog was too late to stop the fell magic from being cast. And Megumi was confronted with an army of insects too numerous for him to cut down. But it was fine that the sage meant to invoke superiority in numbers.

Because Megumi could do the same.

Rabbit... Megumi toss his cleaver-like knife into the air to perform the necessary hand-shadows for his next spell. From his shadows at his feet stretch out a series of black bumps, the darkness briefly looking like boiling water as more and more shapes burst out from Megumi's surroundings. He keeps running, unbothered by it.

From around Megumi emerges an army of white rabbits, bigger than the insects, bursting forth to bite, smack, slam or headbutt into them. They aren't any tougher, faster or stronger than regular rabbits but they can put up a fight. Enough that Megumi feels likt the odds are in his favor for him to keep going. At best, the rabbits will be able to overwhelm the bugs. At worst, which is the scenario he finds likely, they'll be able to stall them long enough for him to come to Lucien's rescue.

He'd try flying with Nue - but the rabbits can't fly and the bugs could. So he decide to try to make his way through it the old-fashioned way, raising his Cursed Energy Reinforcement to its limits as he attempts to use the cleaver and rabbit to make himself a bloody way through the insects.

...

SPARE

Huh. Sarah blinks, they'd won? She's a little annoyed that it wasn't because of her efforts but it made her idea of a 1V1 with a full-power Artemis more tempting.

Still, she brushed the matter off. Anne looked like she wanted to say something important so Sarah adjusted her train of thoughts accordingly. There were more important things at stakes here than her love for fighting. It's made apparent when the Eve clone vanish, looking unbothered at being sent off. She disappear again as soon as she's back to the city, transmitting her informations to the real Eve.

Sarah puts her right hand on her hip, glancing at Anne in silence.

Edited by Bolded1 on Feb 13th 2024 at 9:59:49 PM

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
#384737: Feb 13th 2024 at 12:21:07 PM

Anne

Pampín is intrigued (at Intrigue) about that thing Anne will say. She would be in danger, but... Knowing it could be necessary to protect the Arena and fulfill her oath to Inti.

So, she just listens in silence.

Three freaking ghosts!
Whoma The Great Herrscher of Sentience from Earth Since: Feb, 2021 Relationship Status: Armed with the Power of Love
The Great Herrscher of Sentience
#384738: Feb 13th 2024 at 6:24:42 PM

Intrigue

"You haven't." Anne says to Artemis as a matter of fact.

Tilra stands with Sarah, Artemis, and Pampín. She doesn't need to say she's in on this. Anything that can put Angel in such dire spirits is her problem too.

Anne closes her eyes, and tilts her head down. Her voice takes on a serious, if dramatic, inflection.

"This is the story of how Angel lost her power."

"This is the story of how Moebius gained it."

"This is... everything you've missed."

From Anne's feet, the ground melts away to an endless starry night's sky.

And she explains.

Angel's power.

Was unlimited. It was so manifestly.

Any terror to these worlds, no matter what it was, could be undone.


An emerald light appears in the vast expanse, shining bright.

It splits down the center, into three pieces. One is red, one is green, and one is purple.


In truth, it was not without a flaw.

Angel's power had a weakness.

It was not owned by her alone.


The lights fade away to reveal the shape of THREE FORMLESS WEAPONS.


Ontos, Logos, and Pneuma.

Alvis, Malos, and Angel.

Each, a machine with an incomprehensible purpose.

Each, the embodiment of one TRUE FEARLESS SWORD.


The swords rush together, and collide in an explosion of white light.


Combined, that power could be used to do ANYTHING.

Separate, though unimaginably powerful, each sword is LIMITED.

This flaw was realized by one being, and one alone.

LIVE LEGNA.


A dark figure appears, and reaches for the swords.

And Angel appears to face it.


Live Legna attempted to take the Fearless Swords for itself.

And Angel, in turn, was forced...


Angel raises her hand, and the dark figure vanishes.


To ERASE Live Legna from existence, entirely.

...Until.


...


An "echo" of Live Legna made its way out of the dark.

Hiding in it, where Angel could not look.

Somehow, in its wake, an organization was recreated.

A group we now know as Moebius.


Angel walks to her FEARLESS SWORD. Alvis and Malos, respectively, appear at theirs as well.

Behind each of them, Ontos, Logos, and Pneuma, someone new appears.

Behind Angel, appears NARKTUS

Behind Malos, appears V102, W774, and X644

Behind Alvis, appears a BEING OF PURE LIGHT

and each plunges a dagger into their enemy's backs.


For a single instant that the swords were separated,

A plan, created by the leader of Moebius, was enacted.

A being of pure light appeared from within Ontos.

And in that instant, before their owners could come to aid each other...

The FEARLESS SWORDS were taken.


Alvis and Malos vanish, replaced by a mysterious Moebius and the being of pure light, Fearless Swords in hand.

Angel stands alone, clutching her own sword tight.


Angel, alone, was able to fight off her enemy.

By a small miracle, her Fearless Sword was saved.


The countless shadows of Moebius rise from the depths.

There are about 20 in all.

And at their head...

Is Icarus, a mysterious masked Moebius standing at their side.


Now.

A war is being fought, for possession of the swords.

Moebius, the being of light, and Angel.

Whoever claims the second, will surely claim the third.

To keep herself hidden, Angel remains in the arena.

Hoping to keep her own sword out of Moebius's hands.


The lights begin to fade, until only Icarus remains at the center of the universe.


If Moebius is able to seize Angel's sword.

Or, if they are able to gain enough power.

Live Legna...

WILL RETURN.


The darkness melts away, revealing the land of Intrigue once again.

Having spoken for so long, Anne waits for all of this to sink in, and to answer any questions.

...

Tilra doesn't know what to feel.

She had some idea what was at stake, but... absolute power? Fearless Swords? Live Legna?

If Anne is right about this, then a Moebius victory could mean all the derision and pain she saw and was inflicted from E expanded to every corner of creation.

It's almost a sickening thought, though her tired deadpan stare doesn't falter.

Tilra asks,    ?Do you know how to defeat Moebius?   

Anne seems briefly stymied by the question, but answers, "I'm getting to that. I just didn't want to dump too much on you guys at once."

   .Hm.   

Yeah, that checks out.

Yatta!
RainbyPlays fae being from yes Since: Nov, 2019 Relationship Status: Hiding
fae being
#384739: Feb 13th 2024 at 7:21:20 PM

Intrigue

"...well, fuck."

Well said, Artemis, well said. She lets out a sigh despite not breathing.

"So... fighting against people with power amounting to gods, if not more... I've only had to do that a sparse few times. One of them ended up with me dead."

Beat

"-I got better. But if what you're saying is true, I'm not going to just sit on the sidelines."

She looks down at her onyx-black suppressive bands and sighs.

"...unfortunately, I won't be much help if my soul keeps disintegrating my own body. I have all the power of a deity, but not the kind of body I'd need to contain it. And without the System regulating it anymore..."

Artemis looks down at the ground for a moment. She trails off, saying the last part in her mind, and not to the others.

...I'm fucking useless if I don't get a better body.

aeiou: the second
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#384740: Feb 13th 2024 at 7:38:32 PM

Huh. Sarah scratch her chin. Narktus,huh? And she recognized V102... Well, she was glad to have avenged Angel by helping with killing her. Though that was kind of a meaningless victory if they managed to up and acquire the Fearless Sword. Because they could infect every corner of existence with their power and make null any place,any time where "good" has, is and will won.

These bad guys were always as powerful as they were numerous, each of their defeats were barely done in time to stop them from annihilating the cosmos. And there'd always be one after the other, as if some greater entity was aware that it'd need only one "win" to negate decades of victory from team good guy.

It was daunting but she knew that there'd be insanely powerful stuff in play. If Angel was involved, there had to be. It was now a matter of seeing how her fists, plucky attitude and symbiote sword would fare against nigh-omnipotent power to warp space and time.

Though she was willing to give herself some preparation too. It's half of the reason why they took down V102... err, a quarter the reason? Anyway. Sarah had seen Moebius up close and while they were mighty, they could be taken down. In fact, there they were relatively common as far as big Arena villains went was almost reassuring : daunting as it all was, Sarah knew that numbers and preparation could overcome more or less anything so long as it was paired with sufficient strength and skill.

She keeps her attitude on Anne, shrugging her shoulders and telling her to continue.

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BombonBombin Nightmare lord from Across time and space Since: Jan, 2021 Relationship Status: In love with love
Nightmare lord
#384741: Feb 13th 2024 at 8:11:48 PM

Intrigue

After Anne told her story, a voice is heard:

"We will help."

It was the voice of Inti, Incan God of the Sun, who is currently in his radio forme.

"I am Inti, God of the Sun. I chose Pampín as my vessel because she is brave and capable. Together, we will help to retrieve those swords, and protect Angel."

Sure... But, where do will should start?

Three freaking ghosts!
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#384742: Feb 14th 2024 at 6:23:22 AM

Beruka and Joker crack their neck, the former meaning to display nonchalance, while the latter is nonchalant. If a bit curious about the resources Mr.Green has : he didn't need money, true, but he could always grab something to help him later. The Arena was a deadly place - and Sukuna knew he'd need a lot of advantages and tools to help him sink his fangs into its throat.

And while he was reluctant to acknowledge quality in cattle, Mr.Green might have something that could be of interest to Sukuna in his vault. If only because he seemed interested in the esoteric. At worst, he could come back later and get everything he wanted free of charge.

Yes. Show us the reward now.

Joker doesn't see fit to add anything, scratching the back of his ear while looking to his right instead.

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BoniniBanana Fortunate Sun I from real Since: Aug, 2021 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Fortunate Sun I
#384743: Feb 14th 2024 at 7:19:17 AM

Weathertop

Nick's familiars are horrifically outmatched against Quelaag's spawn, they can only go toe to toe with a single strike before the arrow itself breaks from its own force. Meanwhile, the silver haired's swagger does not falter at the sight of lava fucking spewing out of his would-be-waifu's guts but he start taking a few steps back.

Right as the consequences of his actions are about to dawn on him — with an accompanying expression of sheer terror — he's suddenly feet away. He feels a familiar pair of hands on his shoulders and then scoffs at the realization that Reiss saved him.

"A thank you would be more than enough from you."

"You're the worst wingman anyone could ask for!"

"What did you think was going to happen?!"

"Just LOOK, she was already offering herself and getting wet!"

Mark in particular looks partly appalled, not from Nick's lust but from the notion that lava is wet.

"Lava isn't wet you fucking wank."

"Excuses excuses, lava's wet like the rest."

"No the fuck it isn't!"

The two growl at each other before Mark jumps into action, releasing his hammer chains forward and attempting to coil Quelaag's human half from both sides to reel himself in and dropkick her square in the face. If it misses, he quickly recoils the chains back to him but not let it lose momentum completely and quickly hurls it forward upon being inches away from his arms, attempting to smash the main spider body's face!

As for the spider queen's minions, Reiss steps forward after his older brother's minions make their last stand. He would rapidly and ferociously stomp on the spiders but clear skid marks of his boots litter the area when he goes from one spider to the next.

He's probably picking up on the fact that stomping on smoldering spiders isn't the brightest of ideas.

Edited by BoniniBanana on Feb 14th 2024 at 11:28:34 PM

real
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#384744: Feb 14th 2024 at 7:22:34 AM

"I think if he were gonna be anywhere…that’d be it." Luin responded, somewhat perturbed by Rumia’s prior comment but unsurprised by it nonetheless.

Indeed, the stench only grew stronger as Morag glided down past the decomposing dam and over the blackened river, making a landing on the soiled soil just outside the dark, gaping cavern entrance. Before them were several ancient docks built over the once-deep river, made shallow now. Crimson barnacles grew on the wood, and on the muddy riverbank laid the rotted corpses of innumerable fish, AKA snacks for Rumia. Luin took mind not to step on them as she dismounted the Flamimg Espinas and began to proceed towards the abyssal cave. The trio quickly discovered how Hangman’s Cove earned its name; from the rows of stone teeth lining the top of the cave mouth, dangling upon rope, were dozens upon dozens of skeletons from years long past.

——

There’s little time for Joseph to manifest much more than a grateful nod aimed at Harley and Killer Moth. Deadshot squeezed off a shot, aimed at seemingly nothing, or so it seemed to Michael. But then came Killer Moth’s exposition, and the man realized it wasn’t nothing he was shooting at—just nothing he could see.

"I’m gettin’ really tired of this magic shit!" The once-bouncer snarled, taking off another zombie’s arm with a heavy swing of his bat.

"Sounds good!" Joseph shouted a response to the saturday night cartoon villain’s urging to “hurry up”, taking a few more swings into the mass of bones and flesh before considering their options ahead.

Edited by ISZATSO on Feb 14th 2024 at 10:44:21 AM

With great power…you know the rest.
SymeSynth The Magician (Rule of Seven) Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
The Magician
#384745: Feb 14th 2024 at 8:26:55 AM

   "Ah, no, you've done nothing wrong, don't worry."   

There is something reassuring in the man's tone, crimson eyes examining the soldier, albeit more casually, and he taps at the construct's frame twice. Not that it seems to do anything, but perhaps he is merely testing the automaton's integrity.

   "Do you have a name?"    He crosses his arms, tapping at his sleeve with clawed fingers.    "I am usually just called the Conductor."   

Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
shroobot3000 Witch of Scarlet Dreams from Behind you Since: Apr, 2014 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Witch of Scarlet Dreams
#384746: Feb 14th 2024 at 10:17:10 AM

Hangman's Cove

As they wandered through, Rumia took stock of the place. She could tell whatever was going on here to make the place like this was probably not natural, though she couldn't really think of who or what would be doing so. It did feel oddly... familiar being surrounded by mounds of bodies like this.

   "So... what do you know about this place?"    she asks Luin, partially out of genuine curiosity but also to distract herself.    "Like who hanged those skeletons?"   

"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#384747: Feb 14th 2024 at 12:38:40 PM

Glav, Cobble, Leviathan

——

Arad turned his attention from the Glavenus to the Carcharo—here was an opportunity to potentially finish it off and ease the burden for all of them. The Tenno stretched his fingers, and a sphere of Void energy formed in his palm. He reared his arm back and pitched it at the maw of the giant downed theropod, hoping to unleash catastrophic damage if his aim proved true and it exploded in the creature’s mouth.

Umbra could neither see, hear, or smell, but it had an understanding of its surroundings. Not wanting to allow the Stealth Neosaur the opportunity to open its back, Umbra whirled around with blade in either hand and aimed to sink steel into flesh.

Aaaa

"It’s…nothing." He shook his head, uncertainty in his words. Thorsig stood suddenly and found that he couldn’t even prompt his armor to open, effectively trapping him inside of it. "Do you have a workstation, or…something akin to one onboard?" The man asked.

——

"The local king, I believe, or so I’ve heard." Luin answered, glancing up at the corpses. She tried to recall the story she’d heard the previous day, from a wandering caravan trader she and Khars’Li had camped with on the road. "He came into power when he was young, and inherited a fractured realm. Crime was rampant on the streets, the city guard were corrupt, and travelers were accosted on every road. But above all else…piracy plagued the coasts. The previous king, his grandfather, was too weak-willed to do anything about it. So he let his nation plunge further into chaos. Then, when King Aelun ascended to the throne…" She paused for a moment and remembered the merchant’s exact words. "He tolerated nothing, and spared nobody. His dragons burned the pirate fleets to the ground. His soldiers took a list of every corrupt official and guard in the capital city and killed them in their homes, at his order. The wilderness in the realm was scoured, and every last bandit was massacred. Then, he came here." Luin glanced at the exposed wooden structures and docks before them, only growing in number and size as they advanced towards the cave. "This place used to be a haven for crime. Now, it’s a graveyard…a warning."

With great power…you know the rest.
Whoma The Great Herrscher of Sentience from Earth Since: Feb, 2021 Relationship Status: Armed with the Power of Love
The Great Herrscher of Sentience
#384748: Feb 14th 2024 at 12:45:45 PM

Intrigue

Anne smiles best she can, visibly relaxing.

"Artemis, you better take care of yourself. Each Moebius embodies themselves, like a universe and an individual fused into one. All of them have the power to change the rules of a battle, like I did in our fight. Every Moebius has their own, different rule to follow."

Not a word of question goes into Artemis's un-death. Anne herself has gone through that herself.

"Outside of the arena, they can use that power to make themselves invulnerable. Inside the arena, enough power can disrupt their invincibility. Hit them hard enough, or attack the flow of their power, and they will become vulnerable."

The words of Inti put Anne at ease. She looks at Pampín, following the radio's voice.

"Trying to get the other swords right now would be... a bad idea. If it were feasible, I'd go do it myself."

She sighs.

"The best any of you can do right now is to work together, and stop Moebius wherever they appear. Every defeat buys us time, which has become... much more important than I thought it would be."

...

Tilra thinks that description of Moebius sounds a lot like her. An embodiment of the self, universe and individual fused into one? That's... how she was made, as far as she knows.

   .I am like that. .A universe and an individual fused into one. ?Does that make me Moebius?   

It's an almost silly question. Tilra already knows the answer to it, but she still wants to ask.

"...To be Moebius, you have to join them willingly. As far as I know, that's all there is to it."

   .I won't do that then.   

Anne pauses, raising an eyebrow.

"ooookay then. That's kind of sus, dude, are you alright?"

   .Yes.    Tilra says almost immediately.

Suddenly self-aware, she tries to avoid making eye contact.

Anne blinks.

"...Moebius are annoyingly hard to kill. Their existence is kind of like the arena itself, always fixing itself and making things more fair. Any damage done to a Moebius will eventually heal, and they can steal life-force from their surroundings to make it quicker. Though, if they do this too much and too quickly... it will summon the black fog."

She explains, "The black fog is sort of like... an ally, against Moebius. Sarah, you might have seen it while fighting V102. It has the power to stop Moebius from regenerating, and it interrupts their senses, though it can't exactly be controlled."

"Um... a Moebius's core," Anne continues, her voice starting to drag, "Is their weak-spot. If it takes enough damage, they'll die. And explode, too. So, that's how you kill them."

She takes a pause.

"I think I've been talking for too long."

Yatta!
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#384749: Feb 14th 2024 at 12:57:35 PM

The elite zombies are taken down by Joseph, with Harley and Killer Moth finishing off the ones crippled by King Shark and Michael. The room smells of rot and decay, the group being so knee-deep in zombies that they'll have to push off some corpses to start walking around properly but they can take one good whiff off that smell of victory and contemplate the door leading to the pomegranate : their ordeal was sure to be over, with it so close.

And the Squad's sole female decide that, with the fighting over, she should focus on her priorities. Nice moves with the spear but, ya mind giving it back now? I had it first! Azura steps behind Harley to the door formerly guarded by the zombies.

It's taller and bigger than the other doors, with a red paint, as if to denote its importance. Azura waits and close her eyes, slowly raising her hands to hover them in front of it.

... Say, weren't ya meant to be with Deadshot on the right hallway? Harley inquires, turning towards her. I certainly heard ya say so.

Elsewhere, Boomerang prepares to open the door with an explosive boomerang to skip things but Morgan approach it before he can start throwing the boomerang. And even Boomerang, charismatic and empathetic as he's demonstrated himself to be through the raid, is going to just fucking throw an explosive at the back of some kid's head. The fuck you doin'? Clear out! He says, sounding annoyed. Surely the kid couldn't just push the door open, right?

Morgan stand in front of the doors, as if contemplating opening it up with some odd magic ritual that'd take ages to finish, but then he just up and decide to push it open, swinging it open with a light shove of his arms. And with such force that the big metal almost flies off its hinges, violently smacking into the walls around it with enough force to punch a sizable hole into the stone, small cracks further spreading from them.

Why'd we bust the doors open, silly? We need them closed to hold off the undead! Morgan laughs at Boomerang's incredulous face, though the Aussie Sissy is quick to brush it off.

Yeah yeah, you've got super strength or whatevah. Like every fuckin' bloke across the worlds.

Morgan prepares to counter argue but then BAM the group's attention is taken by the sound of Deadshot's gun going off a second time. And then a third time, with gradually less moments between the shots. Because, in the right hallway, Deadshot was landing shot after shot on Thorm, whose face had become a bullet repository in the last few seconds.

BAM

He'd fought so many people who could deflect, dodge or simply were bulletproof. He knew that, in a world as insane as his own, bullets belonged to the realm of the mundane. And he had to come up with clever ways to land them. Sometimes, he just needed more bullets. Sometimes, it was a matter of disabling whatever made the other guy so cocky when it came to ballistic weaponry.

BAM

Everyone can die to a bullet if you have the right methods. They'll have fancy armor, tough skin, fast legs or advanced technology but all of these methods can be bypassed. And once that was done, Deadshot's weaponry and skills were all that he needed to cleanly assassinate a target that had thought him an hapless speck before their power.

BAM BAM

It was far from his first time in one of those situations. He shouldn't be losing his cool or wondering why it didn't work.

So why?

BAM BAM BAM

So why was he feeling so nervous watching Thorm come after him no matter what he threw at him? He heard the sound of metal shattering, blood splattering and flesh flying with every accurate shot and yet...

And yet Thorm just kept on coming.

But he had handled worse, right? He shouldn't be so surprised, right? He'd slain outright gods, he shouldn't be losing his cool.

He shouldn't feel sweat dripping down his neck beneath his armor, nor feel an unnerving chill creeping up to meet it. It shouldn't feel like a struggle to move his finger on the trigger.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM

*click*

You'd have bought yourself more time aiming for my legs, upstart. Ketheric chides, voice as flat as ever, with the slightest trace of smug satisfaction creeping up his emotionless tone.

Useless piece of shit! Deadshot not-so-skillfully throw his sniper rifle away, deeming it useless to fend off Ketheric. With Azura having unwittingly buried the path leading to the main room though, he's quickly forced to crawl off the condemned vent and run up to the door, helplessly pounding against it.

OPEN THE FUCK UP! Floyd shouts, losing his nerves. Within the main room, Boomerang answer his plea with a laugh, meaning to slowly stride his way to it... but King Shark take the lead, swinging the doors open as fast as possible to let Deadshot in. The sniper is nearly knocked off his feet by the violence of it though, tossing him further down the hallway, nearly at Ketheric's feet.

The half-elf briefly stop his walking though, staring down at Deadshot as he scrambles to his feet. During that brief moment where he was out of view, he adjusted his shield and hammer to hold both properly, preparing himself for taking on the entire team and not just a single isolated enemy. One who's quick to retreat behind his larger teammate.

He's fucking immortal or some bullshit! Eat him and we'll figure out what to do with him after you shit him out! Deadshot yells, pointing at Ketheirc. Moonrise Crypt's Lord can only raise a slightly amused eyebrow at the idea, face otherwise as grim as ever.

Very well! Ketheric Thorm! King Shark spreads his arms to the side, and Ketheric begin walking again, uncaring of Nanaue's challenge. You should've cowered in your throne room, tyrant! For the Suicide Squad you so boldly confront has defeated tyrants of cosmic proportions!

Ketheric has nothing to say, cracking his neck left and right slightly and adjusting his grip on his hammer.

Not one for dialogue, hm? It shall be up to me to find you a suitable epitaph! But rest assured, King Shark will be respectful to a fallen foe - even if he is to end as mere excrement! King Shark then throws himself forward, his massive size preventing his allies from trying to cover for him by shooting at Thorm. With speed surprising for his size, the whole castle seem to shake with his every step as he prepares to engulf Ketheric in his maw.

The undead half-elf stop walking and shift himself to his right, slight as is. He briefly pull his shield back, waiting for King Shark to be right on him before he thrust it forward as if moving a literal fortress forward, his right foot pressing down on the ground so hard as to cause the stone near it to crack and shudder. But King Shark's face has it way worst, the shield impacting it with such tremendous power as to make every inert body on the ground jump, the hallways and room within quaking as if struck by an earthquake.

Ketheric's fortress of a shield easily win its match with King Shark's flesh. And though the super-villain raised his arms in defense, they get torn in half on impact, along with his jaw and face. Blood, bones, teeth, smashed fragments of both and one big bulbous eyeball hover in the air as King Shark is thrown backward, his giant mass having been smacked out of the air and thrown back unto the ground harshly.

Moving swifter than he should as well, Ketheric smash the ground with his hammer, calling the power of Myrkul forth. He's answered with a bolt of light from the heavens above. Unusual for the God of the Dead, both in provenance and color, but no less of a boost. And Ketheric thank his lord for his assistance by eagerly moving to add another soul to his cohorts, rushing over to the downed King Shark in a stampede of furious steel.

Ketheric doesn't jump so much as he run unto the literal demigod, crushing his blue skin with his steel boots. His hammer drags along the ground, scrapping the stone in its path away and sending small chunks of it hurling away towards the gobsmacked squad in the room. He raises his warhammer as high as he can. And for a split second, as if Myrkul approved of the deed he was about to commit, the weapon shone green, with Ketheric's face seeming to transform into a grinning skull with two glowing green orbs in its orbits.

The armor on Ketheric's arm appear to crack and strain under the colossal strength he's about to deploy, with nerves unnervingly appearing on it briefly before he brings down the hammer on King Shark. A bright column of light engulf the both of them, as the raw force behind Ketheric's smash, backed by Myrkul's divine blessing, smash apart and then annihilate King Shark's entire upper body. Or at least they'll see that much before smoke engulfs Ketheric and his quarry, masking the immediate aftermath of the blow.

S-SHARKY! Harley yells, in terror and despair. Deadshot says nothing, standing still and unaware, as if completely taken aback with the reality of the situation.

Fuck! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! Meanwhile, Boomerang get over his grief and shock in record time, crawling down on all fours and trying to get his "get back home" magical stick in place. ITS NOT FUCKING WORKING! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUCKKKK!

But that doesn't last for long. Two bright glowing orbs appear within the smoke, pointed at the group, shortly before Ketheric simply walk out of the smoke. His face blank, he simply crack his neck once more, but slower this time, eyes briefly darting around his enemies. In doing so, he creeps closer to the entrance, weapon at the ready. His shield is still covered in King Shark's blood, but his hammer isn't, probably because of the godly energy it had held.

Finally, Ketheric sighs. A grave, heavy sigh straight from the grave. And the way he walks briefly falter, as if his armor and weapons are too heavy for him all of a sudden. He drag himself for three steps, shaking his head in boredom or just laziness.

Seven to go.

Edited by Bolded1 on Feb 14th 2024 at 10:07:09 AM

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RainbyPlays fae being from yes Since: Nov, 2019 Relationship Status: Hiding
fae being
#384750: Feb 14th 2024 at 2:23:22 PM

Intrigue

"Yeah, I was getting to that. Ris?"

She speaks aloud, and Ris responds, though mentally.

Yes?

Please tell me that crystal we've been assembling is stable now. I got into a... situation, and now my soul is rending my body apart. Slowly.

Great. Just a moment.

After a few minutes, Ris shows up, handing something to Artemis before teleporting away again.

Artemis slumps over and unceremoniously flops onto the ground as she forces her soul out of her body. Notably, the damn thing is bright- though only for a split second as it quickly flies into the dropped crystal on the ground.

Which looks... normal, for lack of a better term. The white color quickly turns gold as Artemis's soul binds to the crystal. A moment later, what remains of her old body- more of a husk at this point -is quickly taken into the crystal, which, now having some spare energy, begins to regenerate Artemis's form around it. In doing so, the crystal expands and spreads a bit, expanding from its diamondlike form.

A few moments later, she's whole again, just... tired.

She also looks different.

"...man, the Arena does not like people regenerating themselves that fast. Phew."

She takes a moment to catch her still-nonexistent breath before stretching.

"-anyway, none of that sounds like... fun. At least I don't need to worry about the System acting up now that it doesn't exist on me."

She contemplates for a moment.

"So attack them enough and hard enough and we can screw them over. Sounds easy enough, but that's really not the case. I can tell."

The Cobble

"Yeah, we've got stuff like that in engineering."

Both Lute and Phillip head towards the engineering section, expecting Thorsig to follow. Past the door, there's all sorts of stuff- tools handing from racks, various benches and printers, even some lifting frames that look suitable for holding heavy equipment while its serviced. Phillip sits down in one of the rolling stools around the workshop before spinning once.

Moonrise Crypt

Erin doesn't really react to the sudden gruesome scene before her. If anything, the sight of blood excites part of her. But now's not the time to get distracted.

"..."

Erin doesn't speak. She simply draws a flask from her coat and downs half of it, and then simply waits. Her eyes, once grey, are now red. What was in that..?

Strike after he strikes. Exploit him giving up a chance to react. It's simple, isn't it~?

aeiou: the second

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