Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Having the momentum of his hammer halted by a parry, the white-haired man is forced back from the recoil of his own attack, the undersides of his shoes grinding against the sand and leaving behind small trails of molten glass. Doing so means he has a bit of time to react when Azura starts pulling time magic shenanigans, and while the flaring of his aura of flame can keep her influence at bay, it does mean he can't get close or take a swing at her.

What it cannot keep at bay is the energy arms, though it can blunt the raw force of the strike. In conjunction with blocking via the sledgehammer, the white-haired man makes it out mostly unscathed, but is still launched back quite a considerable distance and roughed up somewhat. Once he comes to a stop, he looks down at his hands, releasing one from the hammer's shaft and staring at it. There's some scrapes and traces of blood, and while his flaming aura can quickly mend the wounds and vaporize the blood...

<Melee isn't working out. Closing the gap is one thing, landing the hit is another... I can't get under the water right now, not without a change of clothes or powering up further. And, let me check...>

He surveys his currently-accessible foes through the sandstorm. Loki buggered off underwater, so that rules him out in the short term (and he can't go after the clones, as getting close to something that will explode if exposed to fire while on fucking fire yourself is too insane even for him). Azura's clearly skilled enough to handle crossing weapons up close. Veilman can absorb fire and heal from doing so. Mahito is still out of range. Saitama's being handled by THOR, and is also way too high in the air.

<...One step of escalation at a time. I'll have to try accessing...>

"Ashton Arsenal code 273 - Boreal Bomber K0."

The container, sitting around and scanning the area with its colossal flamethrower, suddenly registers a spoken command. The onboard systems, basic as they are, do not question how the command is seemingly coming from nowhere, they just respond. With the owner of the machine being way too far away for it to just throw the requested weapon to him, it cycles to the next best thing - using up a significant chunk of power to teleport the requested piece of equipment to the last known location of said owner.

An icy-blue weapon strongly resembling an upscaled version of an Mk19 Grenade Launcher drops from the sky, landing next to the white-haired man, who rams his sledgehammer into the ground and picks up the new weapon instead. While the man himself still has a blazing aura of flame, this weapon seems to have the inverse, flakes of frost and ice gathering on the surrounding terrain.

When he actually pulls the trigger, the cannon begins spitting out some noticeably large grenades at a rapid rate. Not being too picky about the targeting on a weapon with explosive force and a quick rate of fire, the white-haired man is happy to spread the load, first targeting Azura, then Veilman. But of course the influence of what other fighters are doing causes some grenades to veer wildly off course, detonating in completely unimportant areas of the battlefield instead.

Being bombed with grenades is bad enough, but whenever these ones explode, they scatter blisteringly cold substances everywhere instead of doing what a bomb would normally do, freezing the affected areas almost instantly. It might be a little odd seeing icicles whipped around by wind and gravity, not to mention snow repeatedly forming over sand and promptly melting from ambient heat, but actually being caught in the cryogenic splash zone would really hurt. And maybe pose even greater threat if left untreated.

It's worth noting that the guy firing this gun is currently standing still and would need time to prepare a response if somehow engaged in melee combat.

Edited by engie on Mar 23rd 2024 at 1:33:21 AM

Teaser 1

Teaser 2

Agaddan Castle, Estraole

Mia felt almost content in the great sea. The sky above was a dark blue, overcast with clouds as the rising and falling waves beneath rocked her. She felt their warmth lapping at her ears at their lowest, swelling past her cheeks at their highest. Feet together and arms pressed firmly at her side, her hands meeting below her ribs, the girl was nearly entire motionless in a position not unlike the statues in the crypt. As children, while her sister Emilia would laugh and play with prices of faraway lands, she’d disappear into the crypts and navigate their cold labyrinths. She liked it down there; a fact her sister hated.

“Why anyone would willingly travel down there is beyond me,” Emilia would roll her eyes at her when she returned, covered in dust. “Least of all a princess.”

Mia didn’t care. The cool air was nice on her skin, the smell was mysterious and ancient, and the rows of ancient kings and queen, their bodies buried here but their blood living on in her, filled her with strength. In each of their hands a sword, and why not? They were the watchmen, her family, the watchers of Mordor, waiting for a long-extinguished threat that would never return.

Even as she floated in the ocean, the idea of her lineage brought forth a smile onto her lips. Mia was proud. Her family were the guardians against the Evil, and no other threat in the Arena, no god nor army could distract them from the task given to them by the Promised, so many centuries ago.

There was a knock upon Mia’s door.

Her eyes flew awake and she leaned up from her bed, staring across the expansive room at her door. The knuckles came tapping again. “Who is it?” She called out as she slid herself off the bed and to her wardrobe, nearly the length of the wall.

“Mother sends us summons.” The voice of her sister returned, filling Mia with a twinge of bitterness. Her voice was perfect, just like everything about her. She was beauty resplendent, she was mindful of her manners, she was smart, and fair, she wielded a blade in a way Mia never could, and her charisma was akin to some of the greatest queens history had ever known. Emilia was perfect. Mia was just her sister.

“Give me a moment.” She returned with only a hint of silent resentment, flicking through the rack of hanging garments and gowns. At last she picked out her Tuesday favorite—an emerald dress, resplendent and beautifully alive with color. Mia loved her dresses; they were the only part of her that she could make beautiful.

The girl threw it on and fussed over her hair in the mirror, trying to straighten out the ginger curls, before giving up and letting the brush fall to the counter. She slipped into her heels and departed from the room.

Outside, Emilia waited, with her perfect height and perfect golden hair and fair skin and sea-blue eyes, the very concept of perfection given form. She summoned to mind paintings of the warrior-queens of old, charged with watching both their realm and the dark lands beyond with a flower in one hand and a sword balanced in the other. “Are you ready?”

Mia nodded. Her sister turned to guide the way and Mia noted her choice of clothes—plain, drab. If there was ever one thing she held over her older sister, it was their choice in fashion. “What does she want?” She asked aloud, following after.

“Don’t ask such stupid questions. She’ll tell you when you talk to her.”

Right—Mia should’ve expected an answer like that. She was silent the rest of the short trip down the castle’s wide, winding hallways. On either side were thick, wooden doors, and paintings of either past denizens of their family’s ancestral home, or scenes of conquest and battle. Her favorite was their final victory over Mordor—the Liberator King with his blade driven through the Dark Lord’s chest, as armies of orcs and goblins in the background were hacked to pieces by the forces of good. A golden light shone in the sky, its source three flaming wheels of decreasing size spinning inside of eachother in the background.

The Promised.

At last, Emilia led her to a balcony, where their mother, the queen, waited. She did not wear a dress—she never had. In its place, she wore a mix of boiled leather, hide, and steel armor. A blade rested at her hip. If Emilia evoked memories of the ancient warrior-queens, then Queen Frilda the Ready was a ghost of them, her hair tied behind her head to keep out of her eyes. She wore a fierce face more stern than graceful, so of course that was the one thing she’s inherited from her mother. The rest had gone to her sister—her height, her hair, the way her every move was laden with some odd mix of elegance and power alike.

She turned to face her only children, the early day’s sunshine gleaming against her like a halo, nay, an aura of gold. The morning light was so brilliant that you almost couldn’t notice the dark lands between the castle and the sun.

“I have sent invitations to those in the Arena who would heed my call. We meet later this day.” Frilda spoke, her voice low and tinted with…was that fear? Mia hadn’t thought it possible for her mother to experience such a thing…and, evidently, nor did Emilia.

“Mother,” the older of the two daughters began, “what’s going on? The soldiers, the guards, the stockpiles, the curfews…what aren’t you telling us?”

Frilda sighed, and in that moment, as she moved out of the sunshine, she no longer seemed the young goddess of war she’d been only a few moments ago. Now, she was just a woman nearing her old age. “Forty years ago, my father stood with me on this balcony and told me what I’ve told you two countless times before. That the day would come, maybe in our time and maybe not, when the Enemy returns, seeking to claim what is his and what is not…that day has come, my daughters.”

Mia’s heart sunk. Frilda’s tired eyes fell to the golden ring dangling from her neck and spoke some more, but whatever she said, Mia did not hear. Her gaze wandered past her mother, out towards the blinding sunlight…and into the dark mountains of Mordor.

“Night again will fall.” She’d heard the words a thousand times before, but never had they been anything more than a motto of her people to her, a thing you said simply because people you know say it, and it sounds nice on the tongue, so why not? It never truly meant anything to her, but…Mia felt her legs numb beneath her. No, not a motto. A promise. A promise that the day they’d loved so greatly would fade into the night, and a darkness without end would follow. Even now, against the vibrant dawn, she saw the burning Eye.

Edited by ISZATSO on Mar 22nd 2024 at 12:22:17 PM

Intrigue

Flying nearby was another bird girl◊, though distinctly taller and more goth looking one. She was humming to herself until a big pillar of flame burst forth from below and she hits the brakes, not that it would have hurt all that much but she was still surprised. She looked down at the source of it and saw a strange, screaming lady. Opting to investigate, she landed nearby and waited for her to stop screaming/spitting fire.

"Hey there! How come you were doing that?" she asks, looking curious. "Are you stressed or something, Miss...?"

And now for something completely different

On some random planet in a galaxy that knows only war, several greenskins stood around a towering contraption. One was a towering ork◊ wearing what seemed like an entire Tau battlesuit as armor, another was what was evidently a Mekboy based on the tools he was holding and the backpack full of random crap gubbinz. Around them were an assortment of random boyz, some kicking around a dead Tau's helmet like a football (the European kind stupid Irish!).

   "And youz sure dis thing works?"    the biggest Ork asked, looking at the towering pile of scrap that could generously be called a machine.

"Course it works, boss." the Mekboy reassured. "As sure as youz name's Mekstompa!"

Boss Mekstompa seemed unconvinced, growling at his subordinate.

   "Fine, start it up den so wez can get off dis rok."    he grumbled. Supposedly this tellyporta would get them off planet to the next one so they could continue their WAAAGH without waiting for their ships to get rebuilt. Damn Tau gitz had scrapped them as they ran away.

The Mekboy grinned and started pushing seemingly random buttons, the tellyporta making ominous noises and sparking as it powered up. A few Grots got nervous and tried to skedaddle only for the bigger Orks to stomp over them as they approached out of curiosity. Soon the tellyporta was shaking and sparking green lightning everywhere, Mekstompa chuckling as one poor Ork Boy got zapped and vanished.

"Kor'el, sir! a Tau Air Caste officer reported to his captain, looking up from a console. "We've detected a massive energy surge on the Ork occupied planet?"

"Any details you can offer?" the Kor'el asked, leaning on his seat.

"Linking with satellites now... it seems there was a massive explosion near their main camp, sir." the officer reported. "It's unlikely there's survivors."

"Hmm, hopefully their chieftain was consumed in the blast. A fitting end for such an arrogant individual." the Kor'el sneered.

—

Astil

A green flash appeared in the middle of one of Astil's swamps, dropping the various greenskins into the Arena. Mekstompa recovered first, looking around at the humid wetlands environment.

Which was very much NOT the iceball Tau world of Sib'ria he wanted them to get to. Spotting the Mekboy, he immediately stomped over to his incompetent subordinate and grabbed him in his mighty power klaw; before starting to smack him into the dirt repeatedly.

   "Sure az my name'z Mekstompa eh?"    the Warboss growled, unamused.

"S-sorry boss! I think I shoulda put da green wire not da red 'un into da green slot..." the Mekboy pleaded, trailing off as he racked his head to figure out what went wrong. Getting thrashed around always helped him think.

Mekstompa roared before tossing him into a nearby lake, grumbling something unintelligible while two of his boyz were poking a weird looking frog. The Blastoad promptly spat out an explosive rock into their faces. Mekstompa chuckled, at least the wildlife here seemed to be fun. Hopefully it's not just wildlife though, he's not some stinkin Snakebite!

   "Hedcrasha! Get yer butt ovah 'ere!"    Mekstompa shouted, hoping his trusted (relatively) subordinate was here. There was the sound of jump jets and what looked to have once been a Tau Crisis Suit crashes down next to him, stumbling to its feet.

Much like Mekstompa's own armor, it was a chimeric fusion of Tau and Ork technology, though Hedcrasha's was more distinctly Tau. Up till the arms anyway, the left having a Power Klaw and the right a Big Shoota.

"Right 'ere, boss!" Hedcrasha said, eager as always. Mekstompa liked him for that, never needed stomping to remember his place and rarely complained (which would need stomping as well). That and his penchant for crashing down on enemies, both back when he was a Stormboy and now when he was in this makeshift Deff Dread.

The Crisis suit's optic blinked in sync with his speech. For some reason. Mekstompa was pretty sure it wasn't wired to do that. Eh, whatever.

   "I dunno where wez iz, so go find me some gits to krump before I start gettin impatient."    Mekstompa ordered. Hedcrasha saluted with his gun arm and promptly blasted off again. Mekstompa then busied himself with fishing out his stupid Mekboy because he realized he was stuck with just this one for now.

After shaking him dry and dropping him like a brick, Mekstompa heard the telltale sound of jets and stepped to the right. Hedcrasha promptly crashed down where Mekstompa had been just a second ago.

"Hehe, guess whot boss?" Hedcrasha said, completely oblivious to his shitty landings as usual. "I found us some 'umies! Though dey looks like one of them uh... primitivez typez. Gots some weaka shootaz, didn't even scratch me paint."

   "A foight's a foight. Even if they're not as tuff as dem imperiul boyz."    Mekstompa scoffed, stomping the ground to get his boyz to gather around.    "And if they got shootaz then they gotz scrap we can use. Get ready to move out boyz! Our Waaagh's back on da move!"   

With a rallying war cry, he began stomping in the direction Hedcrasha had flied back from...

Intrigue

Phoenix takes a moment to catch her breath before groaning. She slowly looks up at the bird girl that just happened to appear. Thankfully, Phoenix's eye is no longer a blinding orange- having calmed down to a softer glow. On the front of her neck, the rest partially obscured by her hair and her turtleneck sweater, are the numbers 8298.

"N-not stressed. Well, kinda stressed."

She slowly pushes herself up to her feet, taking a deep breath.

"It's... something I have to deal with. If I go without offloading some sort of fire for too long, I'll start burning up... quite literally."

She looks behind her, realizing that her slow prod through the forest has...

...set it on fire. Her previously-molten footfalls are visible, too.

"...now I remember why those damned scientists used to just stick me in a tungsten cell unless I was needed for something. It worked most of the time. It was also really boring."

She sighs and wipes some sweat from her head. She really wished she had a water bottle... but that would've just melted and boiled earlier. How her clothes didn't burn up, though, is a simple oddity.

"But before I go spouting my entire backstory at a bird-person... Introductions. I'm Aleria Yang, though a lot of people call me Phoenix. Nice to meet you."

Church

"How's it feel to taste your own medicine!"

Emma's ire is on Loki now for tricking her absorption into working against her. When she sees Loki perform the explosion, she rather retreat, reinforce her body via the energy, and shield with her cannon instead of taking in the explosion outright. It's the first time she's actively abstained from sapping heat, so parts of it is still automatically absorbed to reduce the damage it deals.

Although, she isn't dumb enough to keep it in. Her cannon morphs into a handgun and aims energy potshots at the water, thinking it'll hit Loki. Sarah making a beacon of where he is helps a lot but not enough to where it's relevant.

The shots don't deep enough to hit the trickster god, but luckily for her, the fucking sun crashes into the ocean and starts boiling it.

Taking advantage of the Fortunate Sun, she immediately dives into the water and begins leeching heat around a five meter radius. Emma uses it to charge her handgun, it morphs into a rifle as she further charges up. Her limited range causes the water to begin crystalizing and freezing since she's trying to draw as much power as she can to her gun.

She unleashes a massive barrage of plasma shots for Loki, they instantly vaporize the water along the way from the sheer heat and power she decides to pour into it. Her target is Loki, but with how she's been acquiring the energy, the absorption's effects might also affect Evelyn!

Pucci

A holy man by a cafe. Lucas hasn't encountered one in a while, he entered the cafe with his blue hair nearly grazing the very top of the door. He was tall but relatively lanky. In his white captain's uniform stood him out from the rest.

He ordered a latte and stepped back out, seemingly gazing into nothing. Afterwards he walks over to Pucci's table. He stands next to it, his eyes clearly focused on the seat that's in front of the priest.

"If I may, sir?"

He would then sit down a seat in front of Pucci given he's okay with it.

Edited by BoniniBanana on Mar 23rd 2024 at 2:38:10 AM

Metro

Unfortunately, the redirected Splat Bombs don't suddenly gain the property of damaging their senders. Fortunately, Agent 8 is protected, affording her the chance to shoot down Octoling G.

"Just go down already!" Octoling H snaps, swinging a huge ink Roller at "Pyra" while the remaining two shoot at them.

Sword Tournament

Kills:

• Jetstream Sam: 1 (Vergil)
• Adam: 1 (Jetstream Sam)

Deaths:

• Vergil: 1 (Jetstream Sam)
• Jetstream Sam: 1 (Adam)

—

Ganondorf is briefly put off-balance by Fighter's push, but he keeps one sword steady against Fighter's to hold his ground and spins the other to defend against the Shezes.

But then, in a surprising upset, Liana swoops in and slashes his throat, securing the kill, giving the bearer of the Triforce of Power his first death of the tournament. He chokes and glares at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, as if wanting to ask how one meager soldier of a disorganized group of cultists could defeat him, but he can do no such thing before he collapses and dissipates.

—

Ganondorf's death doesn't mean the multi-wielders who dogpiled him will just go their separate ways now. At least, it had better not, not with Vergil showing up behind Shez-M like a violent specter, rapidly slashing at him with Yamato in one hand and Mirage Edge in the other. And keep in mind Liana was attacking wildly and recklessly, so there are attacks coming from and in every direction.

—

Goemon continues pacing behind Adam. He briefly glances at two five-person clusterfucks, one four-person clusterfuck, and Okksbad and William's clash, and smiles. A good bunch of distractions.

He waits until Adam moves toward any of the fights, then leaps up and comes down in an attempt to impale him in the shoulder through most of his chest, Zantetsuken coming out at his waist if successful.

—

"SWORDMASTER!" Dante activates Sword Formation and launches into a standard Devil Sword combo on Donte, his personal Summoned Swords following up all of his swings with additional slashes. "C'mon! Surely you have a Devil Trigger you're holding back, right?"

Big words for someone who also hasn't used his own Devil Trigger yet.

—

Odio holds his ground against Mahke's retaliation.

   "Your efforts are in vain!"    He starts gathering energy for something big, eyeing A instead of Mahke as he braces.

—

Sam, freshly rejuvenated, makes the bold move of approaching the heated battle of Blade and Clone 3, getting close, but not so close as to intrude.

Close enough to start charging up an attack.

Edited by KiriK on Mar 22nd 2024 at 3:02:17 AM

Ost goes brrr brrr

Loki find himself in a position where he should be pretty safe, garrote aside. The necrosword itself barely fazed him: Sarah must have thought herself clever with that bit of edgy rope she tied to his neck, but he had been attacked by petty objects of that caliber over and over and over again across endless eons and he'd never let any of that stop him.

What Loki aimed to do next was to make the Necrosword grow fat on Seithr. He could tell it was brainwashed too, or as much as that stupid beast could. It'd be very easy to convince it to attack Artemis, or even Emma -who still had some of his abilities- and slip away to heal. With Evelyn nearly done with absorbing the water, and Veilman, Azura and Mahito going strong, Loki could heal and com-

... Wait.

Loki frowns as he sees someone coming his way. With his godly sight, it's easy for him to notice that it's Cittufeni, who happen to be dragging a bunch of his clones along with him in a line. Loki blinks, and then his eyes widen in fear as he realizes what the madbot intends to do. Fear and anger, the God being mad to see his last-ditch move being used against him that way. And as the robot come his way, Loki can only scream in frustration as he's smacked in the face before being blown up, ending up engulfed in one of his own blasts, several of them in fact.

This disrupt his focus enough that he doesn't get to produce more clones, allowing Sarah to take a breather above. With her sight, she can see Cittufeni underwater, likely having suffered the worst of the explosion. And Loki is floating dozens feet above him, his shirt ruined to reveal his lanky physique, with his skin covered in burns and wounds from the earlier barrage and this one.

And then Sarah's eyes widen in horror as she sees a small thin beam try to pierce Cittufeni's back, coming out of one of Loki's extended fingers. Moving a bit more slowly than usual, the god laughs to himself as he floats above the android. His giggle has a very enraged whisper to it though, the God of Lies clearly furious at being outwitted. Which is why he's decided Cittufeni should get the cruelest of deaths.

For, you see, the beam will slowly turn impacted portions of Cittufeni's body into swarms of small fishes, essentially breaking down his body. Cittufeni was no doubt durable, so it made for an easy way to get rid of him in Loki's mind. On top of being also painful.

Did you think I wouldn't have some guarantee that my own energy wouldn't be turned against me?! Loki hisses. He prepare firing one more beam at Cittufeni, but then light engulfs him again as he realizes that a fucking sun is headed his way. Thinking quickly, Loki moves, finding himself assisted by the water somehow... right into the path of Bely's scales and Emma's plasma shots, which impact into his face and body hard.

Loki screams in pain as he's sent flying straight into Artemis's miniature sun, screaming in agony. The damage having taken the toll all at once, he finally goes down, his eyes rolling over as his body drops to the deeper depths of the sea...

... Where it stop, having apparently been stopped by something invisible, and it disappears.

Evelyn's fifth' power was quite similar to the one she'd used just prior. With the power of Gluttony, she can warp space by "biting" at something, right? It was an useful but niche ability because her mouth isn't that big.

Good thing for her that her "mouth" was a lot bigger when she'd done becoming the ocean itself?

Sorry Loki. You were a lot more delicious than I thought you'd be! Evelyn's distorted, much deeper than usual voice ring with a triumphant laughter. And as something in the water start rising, Artemis's sun start having big chunks taken out of it all of a sudden. Though she had to keep her mass focused, Evelyn's now considerable size meant that she was enormous enough that even an attack of that caliber couldn't fully destroy her.

The electricity from Ovarr doesn't even faze her: the sea is so large that lightning doesn't travel so well across all of it, meaning that she is able to survive.

The target for her next meal is none other than Cittufeni, Evelyn keeping her Gluttony power active for as long as her "main" form emerge. Overwhelming even Emma's absorption abilities and putting her, Bely and Cittufeni into danger of being simply devoured like Loki. What's more, they can't even see Evelyn's true shape within the water, meaning that attacks are gonna be tough.

Once the group make it out, there's a delay of roughly five seconds before a giant spurt of water makes its way out of the sea, with the power and violence of a gigantic geyser. It has five flames on top of it, roughly where the "head" would be, making it evident that something is happening to Evelyn. It's not the only fire on all that ton of water, with Artemis's fireball neatly resting in the middle of the mass, now having been completly absorbed by Evelyn - and thus, becoming a part of her. And also, and worriyingly, Loki's green seithr magic is emanating from the waterspout as a nasty-looking aura.

The fifth of Evelyn's powers, Greed, allows her to snatch powers by touch. Being practically a water elemental now, "touching" people is pretty easy. And though most of Evelyn's consciousness is stored in the living water spout, the people standing on the water will see their abilities likewise snatched by Evelyn.

This should make her broken, right? Practically a water Logia with Loki's abilities on top of any other abilities she might absorb. But luckily, to truly use an ability, Evelyn needs to know how to do it. And Loki's skills were refined over eons. Meaning that she won't be able to use anything as complex as he could.

HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH Evelyn's water body sort of "lean" forward, and the mass of water attack by unleashing an enormous gout of fire at the group. Butterflies and insects of all kind fly along the edge of the blast, Evelyn having infused Loki's seithr magic within to make the fire poisonous to people who could just shrug off the flames or absorb them, like Emma or Flandre.

Cittufeni, Flandre, Bely, Icarus, Emma, Ovarr, White-Haired Man, Artemis and maybe Tilra (depending on where she end up) will be attacked by a gout of flames big enough to reach deep into the jungle behind them, incinerating the trees and glassing the beach once again. Evil flames with black tips are left at the spot of the incineration, lingering.

But that's not all.

Along with the sheer damage and poison, the sixth and second last of all Sins, Wrath, will spread outwards from Evelyn's body like poison. They're tied to the flames of hate that she's spreading all over the beach. Anyone who's directly hit by Evelyn's Blast Breath will end up being Enraged for one turn. This will cause them to lose their shit and target their own allies, their speed, strength and offensive powers all being enhanced at the cost of their durability drastically dropping.

Even Icarus will go into a rage if struck : why? It's demonic rage that override all logic and reason, as rage often do.

Evelyn laughs, "watching" curiously as her body of water weave up and down. If she were to catch any of them in this, any one of them, then she'd have completed all Seven Sins. And her current watery form would look like a joke next to what she's about to dish out.

Veilman find himself in an easier predicament in that he's only being attacked at sub-relativistic speed. Though he isn't fast enough to move at that speed, he can see he screwed up. And barely move fast enough to raise his arms, moreso predicting where she'd be rather than reacting that quickly. And for a little while, it seems like it won't help as Croque slams into him with devastating power.

Veilman yells in pain, surprise and effort as he's lifted off his feet and dragged far forward into the sea. An impact at that speed would do more but his power and control over energy is just that great : he was able to absorb a ton of it upon impact. And though what filters through is able to deal good damage nonetheless, blasting two holes straight through his torso and taking some of his fingers off, he's able to eventually stop his course.

ULTRA DRILL UNBREAKER Veilman sprouts fire from his elbows, attempting to slam Croque's body with his two fists positioned parallel of one another and held vertically. The goal being to just destroy her, but it'd help if she can be made to slam back into the battlefield, and into one of the good guys. Regardless of success though, Veilman's attack the only one he can toss this round. And he briefly fall to one knee at the sheer effort that was required of him.

Geez, and my black hole vanished too, didn't it? Grah... The Faltine, however, realize one thing - he's incredibly far from the fight now. And if they want to take care of him, they'll need to aim his direction. Or hurl a ridiculously powerful attack his way, which his energy absorption might help him deal with.

It wasn't really the way Gor wanted but, ah. Even with him being dozens upon dozens (being generous) kilometers away from the island, he could sense Loki's defeat by way of the telepathic link.

Man, I hope Gor is gonna revive him after this. He was kinda nice with the crêpes. Getting to his feet again, Veilman slap the palms of his hands together, using fire to make rough fingers to (hastily) replace the one that Croque has ripped off him. With his condition, he was better off not taking another big hit anyway.

Spreading his hands outwards, Veilman begin charging up an energy blast in front of him. He couldn't half-ass it: he had to do something that'd be able to shear even through the other power absorber Emma. An energy beam to end all energy beams, one that even Sarah or Cittufeni wouldn't be able to facetank.

Chaos Impact : 1/4

Azura's eyes widen as Loki dies, the mind control he'd put on her to prevent any sentimentality being gone. A poor decision on his part, but then again, he had assumed he'd simply never die to start with, let alone first. Still, the Elf isn't suddenly awakened in the middle of a battlefield so much as she just feel a lot more emotions than before.

Wh-

Emotions she might have trouble explaining to the people attacking her. Like WHM or Flandre's fucking black hole. The latter indeed prevent her from just using Space or Time magic to cheaply escape. Azura then try using Space Magic to instead send it back but find herself not having the time to do this. As a Last Word spell, she find that it's difficult to subvert it the way she could with other attacks. Even standing still is becoming complicated, Azura struggling to keep her footing despite using minor elemental magic on the water at her feet.

And then WHM further ruin her effort by bombarding her with Ice Grenades, striking Azura and causing her damage by freezing parts of her body on top of that. Incensed, Azura decide to stop trying to fight back against Flandre's magic and try attacking back. Flaring her magic out as a way to break the ice on her, without undoing her wounds, Azura points at the downed Flandre and try to blast her by making a pillar of magical light come down from the heaven to smite her. Before the flames arrive.

Magical light is important here : because it's magical, the black hole doesn't warp it, allowing Azura to try and cook Flandre alive.

But still, it does little to stop the black hole. Evelyn! Help me! Azura calls out. I'm under attack and Veilman is gone! In a bit of panic, she doesn't think to use telepathy. And because of that, or because of Evelyn being a bit of a dick, her pleas for help are ignored.

Gah! And thus, Azura is lifted off her feet towards the Black Hole, where she's likely to eat the explosion face-first. Her eyes widen in horror and surprise, and she start screaming in fear.

That is until...

Mahito is mildly miffled at Tilra escaping his powers. Not the first or last time he saw someone who believed they could escape his powers. There was always a crack, always a weakness, always something to use. But he'll have to wait for his second shot, it seemed. Because Tilra's next instinct is to step back and try to cook him alive, rotting Mahito's flesh by way of sight.

   Ya know I'm technically not made of real flesh huh?!    Mahito says, watching in mild curiosity as one of his fingers break and fall apart. Still, damage from her was far from wise to ignore. And so, the Curse's next action was to dig his rotten hand deeper into his mouth, grabbing two miniaturized cursed humans within his mouth and slamming them together.

   BODY REPEL!    The two souls fuse together but Mahito doesn't force a fusion. Which mean that the two souls reject each other. Which cause a reaction he direct towards Tilra, creating a grotesque mass of flesh that hurls itself at her. She's likely strong enough that it won't matter: the grotesque eyeless snake that comes her way is likely to shatter its teeth upon hitting her; But, with the Dragon Whale moving and the rush, Mahito hope he can disengage by slamming her away into the sea, where she's at risk of having her powers snatched/herself eaten by Evelyn.

Another eyeless snake heads towards Azura, snatching her out of the air by engulfing her into its maw. It doesn't fare well against the black hole, losing huge pieces of its elongated body to it instantly, but it help Azura get away and provide extra protection against the eventual explosion, sending the elf flying into the beach, wounded and perturbed - but alive enough to be useful.

   Very dissapointing, Azura.    Meteorika tells her, emerging out of the water all wet. She glances at Evelyn's watery form and Veilman, gone to nowhere, looking scornful.    You better do well in helping me get to them. I should be able to pick up on your slack -even if I shouldn't- with one good use of my Domain. But Gor did not go through all of this to watch me clean up your mess!   

Y-yes, mother. I'm sorry. Azura says, standing up besides Meteorika. I'll cover you - go on fearlessly into the fight.

   Right. Fearlessly. With you as backup.    Meteorika snarls and start running, Azura pouting in protestation but standing guard behind her.

Elsewhere, Sarah finally get moving. Thanks to Ovarr's warnings and the Flandre Flanders's actions, she can easily see the Dragon Whale coming and simply move her arm back to try to smack it in the jaw with a casual backhand. She's far into the air - which is why she's rather careless about doing that despite its mass and the people below.

THOR naturally doesn't so much as glance at Ovarr, being too focused on Saitama to do that. As he prepare to swing his hammer at Saitama's fist, the latter's arm suddenly flies into Saitama's face, completly diverting course to impact Saitama in the nose and sending him flying backwards. That's already pretty bad for Saitama, but it gets even worse for him when THOR slam his hammer into his cheek, tearing off some teeth and making Saitama cough out blood as he's slammed back.

Saitama was strong. Too strong. Unfairly strong. But he had a human body that Sarah could puppet with the right amount of messing with his bio-electricity. And as THOR turn to Sarah in protest, she furiously point at him. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FINISH HIM OFF! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THORS NOT LISTENING TO ME DAMN IT! She yells, with such aplomb that THOR's protest dies in his mouth.

He wordlessly speed off to go reach Saitama, and Sarah briefly ponder on if she should've told him to handle Evelyn as she flies down to try to stop the Dragon Whale from landing on the beach below. Being far in the air and incredibly fast, it isn't too hard for her to move into position. And being incredibly strong, she also has the necessary power to just hold it in place with one hand, looking down at the situation from above.

Edited by Bolded1 on Mar 22nd 2024 at 12:11:44 PM

KiriK

Save

• Come ON!

[Enemy Ambush Turn]

Oh right, some of them are in the walls.

Three simultaneous attacks makes it hard to directly take in...

"Pyra" looks up and notices the handrails. They quickly jump upwards, coiling onto the handrails and climbing near the foes.

[Your Turn]

Hands are full due to grappling the handrails so using the kunai or fireballs ain't really a viable option, eh?

• (Flee)
• > Jump (drop)
• (Stab)

Positioning themselves on top of Octoling H, "Pyra" releases themselves from the handrail and letting gravity do the job.

They start hearing Land Down Under playing.

(Yowies and Bunyips and Drop Bears, Oh My, UI!)

They land backfirst on Octoling H, then bounces up and stomps on the prone Octoling as they get back up on their feet.

Octoling H is crushed so hard he pops like a water balloon. Unfortunately, the ink from that is still his own color, meaning it eats away at "Pyra" like acid. This, coupled with the last two Octolings taking a page out of the Inkling in Smash and lunging to essentially pistol-whip "Pyra" from both sides with their weapons, means they could be in for a very rough time.

Agent 8 gets back to inking surfaces and dives into the ink to heal and restore ammo, just in case she needs to.

Church Dimension

Icarus feels strangely sleepy. As if he's lost his presence for a couple of seconds, or forgot to play his turn in a board game. Knowing he can't do anything meaningful against Evelyn's current state, his next target is either Veilman or Mahito - he settles on Mahito due to their dangerous mind control powers. Whatever Mahito is, it's one of the main reasons he dislikes the Church.

But he doesn't get to make an attack. Evelyn's flames consume him, and as the clamps on the stone he's on disengage, he's sent into a fit of rage. And momentarily loses consciousness.

This is deliberate.

Icarus has prepared for a mind control scenario, and his "main" brain sim isn't the only thing being simulated on his onboard computer. There's a second, derivative and heavily encrypted instance of the brain sim, which is hard to take readouts from but easy to compare to a hash. This second instance would read as garbage to any outside observer - but if the system could identify a significant discrepancy between the encrypted sim and the main sim, it would wipe the main sim and reload it from a recent backup, over and over, until normal operation could resume.

For now, all that's left to happen is for Icarus' body to be carried towards Flandre's black hole, and his low-level systems provide just enough counterthrust to keep the mech out of the event horizon. Once the hole disperses, the robot gets flung upwards into the stratosphere.

KiriK

Save

• Come ON!

[Enemy Turn]

The impact leads to a large explosion, with "Pyra" taking great damage from the shock from being so close and they end up being knocked prone. As they stand up and handle the damage, the remaining Octolings rapidly attack, leaving "Pyra" with no time to counter and taking the hit.

[Your Turn]

That's a lot of damage taken in a single turn. Gotta heal up to prepare for the next onslaught of attacks.

• Hand
• > Item
• Hint

Around 1/4th to 1/5th of HP left. Really low.

• Small Solo Heal x9
• Medium Solo Heal x25
• > Large Solo Heal x16
• Small All Heal x6
• Medium All Heal x17

Pulling out what seems like a large teal USB drive, "Pyra" finds a faraway seat near the end of the carriage and right besides the control room and tosses the USB drive upwards. Code resembling teal crosses unfolds from the USB drive and swirls around them as they wipe off any residue ink and apply some bandages (made from the code) to scrapes from falling prone. HP also rises back to 4/5ths.

Octolings I and J try to push the advantage on "Pyra", going in for more melee attacks, but Agent 8 suddenly emerges from her ink and steps in the way. She parries their strikes and kicks their Octo Shots out of their hands with cold efficiency, then splats I with her Order Dualies and takes aim at J.

For some reason, she hesitates to fire, allowing Octoling J to pick up her Octo Shot and elbow-strike Agent 8 to the floor.

Edited by KiriK on Mar 22nd 2024 at 4:52:29 AM

Sword Tournament

"Shoot, she beat me to the punch.", F!Shez grunts as she raises her blades to defend against Liana's attacks. M-Shez jumps back, but-

"ACK!"

He gets hit by Vergil's slashes and takes some good damage, stun-locked for a bit. However-

"Ugh-agh-Arval!"

The moment he's able to call their name, it's M!Shez◊'s turn to transform, the aura burst from this process pushing him out of Vergil's combo slashes. He then wastes no time in turning around and trying to return the favor to him, matching his blows and trying to outpace them to catch him in a combo of powerful slashes.

Awakening (Again)

Church of Gor

   "Hrm. Guess Earth water, or whatever this constitutes as, isn't as conductive."   , Ovarr growls. He noticed what happened to Cittufeni and, seeing the effects, looks somewhat frightened.

   "Fucking Hel, that isn't going to happen."   , he says, bringing out his book and casting Dispel Magic on Cittufeni. If this works, then all status effects (both boosts and detriments) will be dispelled. As such, it would also repair the damage already done by the spell and turn his body back to normal.

By the time he's done this, Evelyn has devoured Loki and has become a major threat. And with his lightning not doing much, he realizes he'd be wasting energy by just swinging his axe and sending bolts her way. No, he needs a different plan of action.

Then Evelyn attacks, and while Ovarr shifts his axe back into a shield for defense, said shield doesn't cover Ovarr's entire body. As such, while he takes little damage from the flames, one of the butterflies gets him and he immediately realizes he's been poisoned.

   "Damnit all..."   , he grumbles. He can't keep using Dispel Magic for everything, his spells have limited uses per fight.

Hm...

Poison is fine for now. He's dealt with worse. If it gets bad-

   "GGURAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"   

Wrath then triggers, sending Ovarr into an enormous frenzy. He descends down to the glassed-over beach and starts slamming his now back-to-axe axe on it, sending pillars of lightning in multiple directions. He doesn't even care to target anyone, but anyone, allies included, has a chance of getting caught in them.

As such, he isn't even in a position to acknowledge Flandre's warning, but thanks to him descending just now he's out of range of her attacks anyway.

The Dragon Whale, meanwhile, gets backhanded by Sarah and falls down, only to then get caught by Sarah again before impact. It snaps out of its daze fast though and glares down at Sarah. It starts trying to slam her away towards the water! with its tail, as it can't breathe out flames at her from this position without hurting itself as well.

Edited by DevilPsyco on Mar 22nd 2024 at 12:09:04 PM

KiriK

Save

• Come ON!

[Enemy Turn]

“Pyra” sits far enough to not initiate the foe’s aggro. However, with Agent 8 knocked prone by the last remaining enemy plus them pushing the offensive, “Pyra” is ready to finish things off.

[Your Turn]

With Agent 8 and the remaining foe close to each other, using the fireball risks friendly fire, and “Pyra” is at a range where they can initiate a pounce attack.

• (Flee)
• > Jump
• (Stab)

Bouncing from the seat and off the control room wall to gain speed, “Pyra” flies across the carriage.

BLAZING DIVE KICK!

This kick should knock the foe back far enough for them to take some time to approach the two again as “Pyra” carries Agent 8 back up.

| You |

“Are you okay?”

Atlantis - Makai

The portal to the boss door is ready to be entered. A green-scaled fishman wearing a tattered toga is casually sitting up on one of the turnbuckles, eager to fight Peppino.

"I'm Atlantis. Are you the one they call Peppino?"

Mahke Etstop - Sword Tournament

Out of pure reflex, Mahke attempts to deflect the headstab aimed right at her by Gura's CatchphraseA. She's gonna need a miracle and a half to stop this one.

Because of this sudden attack, she decides to retaliate with a powerful spin attack aimed at Odio and A in particular. In Mahke's opinion, Odio is the type of asshole to run for office and throw a temper tantrum at a debate before blowing it all to kingdom come.

Edited by josh6243 on Mar 22nd 2024 at 3:48:52 AM

Church of Gor

Artemis

"...godsdammit."

Artemis warps upwards, focusing herself.

"I get a bad feeling about this."

Her arm reforms, as she rockets upwards. She takes a deep breath.

Well, time for a new tactic. If she can absorb powers, I CAN'T risk getting hit, not even once.

Then, behind her mask, Artemis's face splits into a grin, before she quickly fades from view, turning invisible.

In her place, and currently flying towards Evelyn, is a recreation of herself. With no powers other than simple flight and the most important part- a custom-made Innate Magic.

Said Innate Magic? The power to have a soul. Artemis hadn't sensed one within Evelyn. Not that such a thing would stop her from trying a different direction of attack anyway.

The fake Artemis lets out a yell of fury, acting like it'd been put under the effects of the rage. Just before it can hit anyone, though, it rapidly switches direction and rams right into Evelyn's watery form.

Meanwhile, the actual Artemis, still high above the field, just smirks.

Go on... eat it. See what happens... Heheheh.

Croque

CLANG

WARNING: Critical damage received. Initializing auto-repair...

Croque's armor dims as she goes falling into the sea below, a huge crack that exposes not only her body, but the internals within- though they're slowly being replaced just by using the ambient water and some good old atomic editing. Being rather far away at least gets her away from some of the danger. And it does look like she died, for all intents and purposes...

...something she'd soon use to her advantage.

The white-haired man takes some satisfaction in seeing his cryogenic grenades cause notable inconvenience to Azura, but he doesn't have long to celebrate in the middle of a literal firefight. He didn't notice Loki getting eliminated, but he can sense something is off when Evelyn emerges from the water in... well... Is it more accurate to say she emerged from the water, or with the water?

Either way, an instinctual side of him starts going haywire the moment he sees incoming flames. He isn't quite sure about the nature of the attack, but he can wager a guess or two, and he isn't sure he can shield himself from it. His mind races for answers...

<That side of me knows something is wrong... If it keeps acting up like this, or those flames do what I think they do, I might end up losing control. I don't know how long I have to mitigate the worst of it... So I guess I'm relying on someone else this time. Better make sure she's safe enough to do something about me.>

He proceeds to dash over as fast as physically possible, even abandoning his sledgehammer where it lies, the flames around his body flaring larger on his way over. With his already-impressive speed being amped by the boosts of his own blazing aura, he makes it to his destination in time, positioning into a defensive stance...

Putting himself directly between Evelyn's oncoming flames and Emma.

Blasting his own aura forward and to the sides, he puts his all into parting Evelyn's flaming breath as if his name was Moses and he were splitting the ocean. But considering the forces at play and his own inadequate energy control, the centre of his infernal defense buckles under the pressure, Evelyn's fire blasting him full in the face. Just as his instincts warned him, his mind starts going haywire as paranoia takes hold, threats being registered all over the place. Wrestling for control of himself, he manages to turn back to face Emma while the flames around his body begin going rampant.

"Blue hair! You absorb energy, correct? Quickly, pull as much as you can from me! Don't ask, just do!"

Then his self control gives way, leaving behind only the psychotic rage of an enraged beast. The flames around his body, previously burning a rather generic orange-red, suddenly upgrade to blue levels of heat combined with thick black smoke as he hurls an ungodly number of powerful blasts all over the battlefield. There is zero thought or reason put into the process, just the singleminded need to burn absolutely everything in sight - those being Evelyn, Azura, Meteorika, Sarah, THOR, Saitama, the dragon whale, Icarus, Ovarr, Artemis, and the Flandre clones. The black smoke is making it kind of hard for the white-haired man to see, thankfully.

Being merely resistant to heat won't cut it this time - the beams of concentrated blue flame can slice straight through anything short of total immunity. However, there is one hope for people who don't like laser-based bisection of their own bodies.

Emma being behind the man means she's not targeted, and if she's quick and cooperative about it, she could energy drain him before he begins firing. Doing so would dampen the blue fire lasers from "oh god do not let yourself be hit by this" down to "it will still hurt but you won't be losing limbs", and cut the sheer number of those lasers down to a manageable level. It would also provide her with an impressive amount of raw energy to put into use for her own purposes.

Edited by engie on Mar 23rd 2024 at 2:29:52 AM

Dawnguard, Avar-Laren, Pucci, Church

   "Luin?"    The man mused.    "I’ve not seen her in many a month. Is she well? She still owes me that…"    He’d been smiling, but with a shake of his head, the grin was cleansed from his face. In place of the smiling man was a stalwart warrior once more.    "Aye, well if she was looking for someone, I can help you find him. Or her. I’ve been here not less than a year, I’d hope I’d know each face well by now..but in return, do pass a message for me: tell Luin her friend Radahn misses her, but more than that, misses the sword she owes him after she broke the last one against a dragon’s skin."   

——

The trek to the dome was a surprisingly quick one; they strode through ancient ruins and past fractured statues with their limbs of stone scattered about the gray earth. Before too long the duo came to a massive coliseum, the very same dome they’d seen before towering above them. Even from the outside the could see the holes in it, what was once a complete roof now proliferated with gaps where the sun shone through into what was bound to be a dark desolation within. Rime waited here, outside the arena, snarling and hissing and staring through the blackstone walls at something within.

"What is it, boy?" Luin questioned the Giadrome, stepping forwards and trying to comfort the alert predator. "What do you smell?" Nearly as soon as she had finished speaking, a roar echoed from inside the coliseum. Her head shot up, and a scowl crossed her face. "Bazelgeuse. I have a bad feeling about whatever’s inside there…"

But before she could say any more, there was another roar, this time something more brute and deep, from a monster unknown to her.

——

Pucci snapped out of his daze. He shifted his eyes to his left, where he’d heard the man’s voice, out of instinct alone…though he knew it meant nothing. Lukas’ appearance mattered little to the priest, for he could not see it at all. Trying to hide to dejection in his voice at another cruel reminder of his Hyrulian scars, he nodded and motioned towards where he knew (or rather, expected) the seat across from him to be.    "Be my guest."    He was curious, of course, of what would drive a stranger to ask to sit with him—him, so desperate and broken. Pucci slowly felt for his coffee and wrapped fingers around the porcelain cup, forcing himself to take a sip.

——

____

He floated mindlessly.

A broken, empty shell without so much as a hint of thought in its dark mind. Lacking an arm, a leg, and a foot, the android was little more than a dead husk as it drifted across the black depths, greatly damaged by the explosion that had injured LOKI as well. The beam broke through the Android’s back, and the hunk of steel was unmoving even as its chestplate dispersed into a school of blue fish, revealing a faintly shimmering veil of blue light within, but still it did not move.

The beam destroyed the built-in sensors as it moved. Cittufeni’s body had no idea it was being dismantled, piece by piece…until the sun fortunately appeared, its heat blazing enough to alert the android’s sensors to the danger that the massively unusual temperatures posed to the metallic vessel.

THREAT DETECTED. REBOOTING…REBOOTING…REBOOTING…

ONLINE.

A blue glow flickered to life once more in Cittufeni’s eyes, and the Android once more could see just in time to observe the very sea itself closing around him, in an effort to swallow him whole…

An azure flash fired blindingly from his form, unleashing a blast of raw Creation Power at Seavelyn below. The force of the attack was spread over a great distance, intended not to harm her but rather only to stun her long enough for him to rocket towards the surface. He lacked a right arm below the elbow, various fingers on his left hand, a right foot, and even his left leg had been blown off above the knee, but you know the old adage: No limbs, no problem.

Cittufeni had thrown just about all of his Creation Power at Evelyn, using what little remained to get the fuck out of dodge. That was a mistake. If he hadn’t reacted that way, he could’ve created new limbs, repaired to extensive damage to his form…what happened? Cittufeni began to fear the humans he’d been spending so much time around were beginning to rub off on him, emotions and all.

As the Android broke the surface, he propelled high into the air, but did not join the battle below…rather, his arc adjusted towards the jungle, and it was in that direction he flew…and flew…and flew…

Cittufeni hit the ground eventually—when he had run out of Creation Power to fly with—tumbling and flipping and crashing through the trees. The android slowed to a stop, under the shade of a tree, far away from the rest of the battle. He was operating on emergency reserves now, the glow of his eyes flickering on and off.

"Sa…S…" His distorted words went unspoken and his only remaining hand fell limp at his side, into the verdant depths of a bush…

The leaves crumbled and dried and dropped dead from the bush. Then from the tree under which he lay. Then from the portion of jungle around him—a swarm of black particles stealing away the life of the plants nearest to him, coming and going from his (somewhat healed, thanks Ovarr bestie) chest in two ever-moving lanes.

Cittufeni was down, but not yet out.

Edited by ISZATSO on Mar 22nd 2024 at 12:16:59 PM

Intrigue

"Well nice to meet ya! I'm Utsuho Reiuji but I prefer to just go by Okuu." Okuu says, smiling. "And this is Yatagarasu!"

She points at the... large eyeball on her chest.

   "Greetings."    says a distinctly more masculine voice, the eye lighting up in sync with his speech.

"Oh I used to have that problem back when I first got my power." Okuu said, reminiscing. "I got a handle on it eventually though."

Church Beach

Flandre glares at Azura, too drained for the moment to dodge the incoming light beam. How fortunate she has three meat shields though.

Clone One, Two and Three zip into the way, using themselves to block it. The fact they're not actually vampires means they're less weak to it despite their increased fragility in general. Subsequently it's only one (Clone Three) who eats shit and dies to it, bursting like a crystal grenade but not really near anyone to harm them.

Two and One land by Flandre and she sticks her hands in them, as they fall apart and scarlet energy flows back into her. Not a perfect pick me up but good enough for now. Especially with the flames heading her way. She raises Laevateinn up into a guard once more, the sword absorbing the flames heading her way.

Had it been a normal inexplicably fire absorbing sword, it would probably get screwed by the seithr in some way. But this is Laevateinn, the sword forged by (another) Loki himself in the fires of Muspelheim and used to channel his seithr magic, that destroyed all of Asgard in Ragnarok (and also killed a spicy rooster that one time).

Flandre is a bit surprised by the red glow of the blade, visible even through its armor magic casing. Whether the Wrath magic somehow affected it or the gall of being hit with flames from another Loki (indirectly) ticked off its animalistic intelligence.

Either way it's radiating more power now and Flandre takes this opportunity to get airborne when the flame attack ends. She feels a buildup of magic energy and notices Veilman in the distance. Very sussy.

"The ugly one with the flames is up to something!" she warns Sarah, pointing at Veilman's direction. Now depending on what Emma manages to do, Flandre is either forced to dodge the funny white man's lasers or, if Emma weakened them she gets a magic barrier up to block them.

Latter scenario leaves her more time to prepare her next attack. Namely dropping the armor magic so the full (very long) flame blade extends out. She swings it at the water mass Evelyn and...

Laevateinn “Burning Niflheim” Flandre has Laevateinn rapidly absorb the surrounding temperatures as she swings it, the flames thus some how burning cold, cold enough to flash freeze any water they come in contact with. The idea here being to limit Evelyn's mobility by repeatedly slashing through her and freezing chunks of her.

Oh and if she tries to eat it, well the flames will try to eat her back cause they're still Laevatein's destructive flames.

Beach of Gor

Bely tries to shoot some scales at Evelyn, but it's useless, so she races back to the surface... Where is greeted by Geiser Evelyn and her huge fireballs.

At this point, she must have absorbed every dress power from Bely, without her noticing yet.

When Evelyn fired her poisonous flamethrower, Bely dove again into the water. When the attack ended, she returns again to the surface, and begins to sing a haunting song, attempting to calm Evelyn and lure her into not attacking anymore.

Sword Tournament

With a quick spin attack, Sawdust deflects the electric blast back to Apothea. Then, she offer her shield to Cardboard as a platform to use to jump on it, avoiding Guts slash, and attempting to retaliate with a falling slash.

Sawdust blocks the slash with the shield too, but it got broken with the sheer force of the huge sword.

Centralis, music shop

Out in the suburbs, the bell on a door rang as a figure in a leather cloak entered the shop. The sign outside said, "Adam’s Beats - Everything for your musical needs!" Maybe that’s what had attracted the man. Maybe it was the warmth, or the dryness as opposed to the rainfall outside. Maybe even the perceived security of being inside a building, as opposed to out on the streets. Who knows - the stranger wouldn’t say a word.

The shopkeeper, Adam, is distracted from his magazine by the strange visitor. Eyeing him intently, he swears he can see a faint white glow and a strangely rigid, almost rocky face under the hood. Just what kind of being is this?

Audiogeist simply nods to the shopkeeper, and makes its way to a stand with various CDs and a matching CD player. Aimlessly, it selects a disk at random, slots it into the player, puts the connected earphones on its head, and begins listening.

2 Mello & Million Sunday - Goin In

Don’t you know my name
Don’t you know my name
Don’t you know my name
Ah ah ah ah
Don’t you know my name
Don’t you know my name
Don’t you know my name
Goin in goin in goin in

Something about that last line hit hard for Audiogeist, although it couldn’t quite put its finger on what it was.

Has the poltergeist ever listened to this guy before? Its memory doesn’t give answers - yet - but its gut feeling has more than a thousand words to say.

Mello and Million, yeah we stay flop free
If it ain't goin in, then motherfuck it ain't me
Had this style all the while, tell me who you wanna be
Gone and paid all the dues, now I play for a fee
Yeah we're Mello and Million and we stay flop free
If it ain't goin in, then motherfuck it ain't me
had this style all the while, tell me who you wanna be
Gone and paid all the dues, now I play for a fee
…
Don't you know my name
Don't you know my name
Don't you know my name
Ah ah ah ah
Don't you know my name
Don't you know my name
Don't you know my name
Ah ah ah

Whoever these two were, they’re intense. Audiogeist didn’t even notice its hood had slid off, revealing its rocky “head”.

Audiogeist does experiment with some wild ideas… doesn’t it? Or was it simply repeating the wild experiments of other artists?

Mello and Million, yeah we stay flop free
If it ain't goin in, then motherfuck it ain't me
Had this style all the while, tell me who you wanna be
Gone and paid all the dues, now I play for a fee
Yeah we're Mello and Million, and we stay flop free
If it ain't goin in, then motherfuck it ain't me
had this style all the while, tell me who you wanna be
Gone and paid all the dues, now I play for a fee

What does it mean to seek sound
Like what does it mean to me
It means constantly opening yourself up to new things
Like listening to as much music as you can
Until you find that song
And you'll know when you found THAT one
And you think, oh my god, if I can't make something that makes people feel like that
In the time I have here
I'll be absolutely livid, how can I live with myself
And you hold onto that feeling, and you don't let it go
And you put some music in your hands, and just keep working till it's done
And then find the next one baby

Audiogeist paused the player stood there for several seconds, as if shellshocked.

That song.

What was that song to it?

Had it heard it before?

"Feelin’ humbled?"

Panicked, the poltergeist slips the hood back over its head, realizing only now that the shopkeeper had been watching it. It nods.

"Don’t let it get to you too strongly. Makin’ music takes patience and commitment, barely anything works out on the first try. Just keep at it, you’ll find your sound eventually!"

Audiogeist nods. It sets the headphones down and makes its way to the exit, still dazed by what it had just heard.

Edited by StepexNo2 on Mar 23rd 2024 at 3:14:44 PM

Jax

Given Gregory's hesitancy, Jax doesn't click yes or no when given the opportunity. His gaze scans the party to see if anyone else shares the boy's distrust of Noah, masking his doing so by twirling his fiery lamp. Victoria's comment strikes the Grandmaster at Arms' ear, a stifled chuckle passing his lips.

"Well we're going to have to go somewhere, and if that means fighting super minions so be it! Got plenty of experience with those."

Raex

Raex grunted as he yanked himself from the stone, preparing to continue his assault on Chaos Incarnate until the terrible scream pierced his helmet. It was of magnitude the templar had seldom heard but took great pride in. Raex waited with bated, impatient breath as the night withdrew, the heralding of birds on the wind enough to relax the templar's tightened shoulders. Sheathing his blade, Raex took a deep, satisfied breath.

Raex stumbled forward, staring at the first beams of a new dawn with a smile beneath his helmet. His gaze scanned his allies as the templar walked to the edge of the rock, looking down on the intact Hyrule. Raex was filled with righteous satisfaction at the part, however small or large he had played in defending a people's home. Looking down at Pucci on his left, Raex crouched beside the priest, offering him a hand.

"Your people need a leader now, not a rotting corpse."

His tone, while stern, was not trying to put Pucci down. If Pucci took Raex's hand, a flooding divine energy he had used to heal Azura would flood through the priest as well.

Krampus's Castle - Onyxis

The icy domain of Hell's previous leader stands tall in the tundra, as it has for years, an echo of a demon lord's brief venture into the multiverse and a grander echo of a time long past, where this castle stood as a bastion of demonic power in another world. Its icy construction was a proud showing of Krampus's ego, a wicked warlord and Lucifer of Hell whose successor now owned these grand halls: his daughter, Filia. The demoness frequents her father's magnificent fortress to browse its dense, nigh-endless literature. There was comfort in a universe devoid of her kin, of her world. Reading the history of her people, the world they conquered, the wars they fought, and the God they slayed was enough to drive her forward. It granted her purpose, a reason to live, to never forget, and to make clear her people's God-slaying strength. Here again, for another visit, Filia is buried in a pile of books she's been studying for hours.

Volumes scattered across a thick spruce table haphazardly, stacked so high one could hardly make out Filia beneath it all, reading away. With a vacant expression on her face, the demoness scrawls the pages of a book dedicated to the various templar groups that once defended the lush green Earth and may still prowl the gray, lifeless planet that remains. This book was written by Krampus, who mortaciously describes in the chapters how he ripped apart their family lines one by one, 'eradicating them' as he claimed. Filia sighs, not bored. She's tired of her father's constant interruptions of history's retelling to stroke his ego. Slamming the volume shut, dust jets into Filia's face. A miffed expression stretches across the demoness's face, wafting the dust away.

Filia rises from her chair, looking down at the table, dismissively gesturing to the books and wiping what little dust settled on her nose. Popping her neck with a satisfying crack, Filia leaves her latest literature conquest for later. She steps away, the sound echoing through the vast library, the demoness unsure if there was enough time to read through every book in eternity. Loosening her shoulders as she steps to the stone door leading to the main hall, Filia glances behind her, considering bringing a book. No, they'd be here when she came back.

She opens the stone door, stepping through into the main hall. As she has gained greater control of her abilities, she can feel the nippy bite of the environment change. Nearly empty and made entirely of ice, the main hall is significantly colder. Her footsteps echo louder as she nears the front gate, a massive door made of thick, enchanted ice. She inspects the pillars holding the structure up. These pillars of ice have statues carved deep into them of leaders of Hell, Filia's predecessors. Krampus is among these statues, but there are seven others. The demoness identifies each.

Beelzebub

Satan

Ash-Shaytān

Iblis

Belial

Mammon

Azazel

The last demon, Filia, now carries the legacy of all these demon lords and lessers before her. She can't be killed, snuffed out, or otherwise silenced, lest her people fall, a meaningless stain in the multiverse. The thought often plagues Filia, especially after her close encounter with Trickery. Thor, Eve, Icarus, Tiktaq'to, had it not been for them, she would have met the same fate she seeks to avoid. It isn't death Filia fears, but what will become of her culture and world with no one to represent it after.

It is death Filia will face again today as she marches to the front gate, commanding it to open with a sweeping gesture. The ice scrapes loud and deep as the gate swings open slowly, a long shadow slowly creeping into the castle as the opening widens. Filia raises a hand to block the luminous star to spot the source of the shadow, an armored man patiently waiting for the gate to open. The hairs on the back of Filia's neck raise to a razor's edge, and goosebumps spread across her blue, cold skin. The man steps into the castle, locking his gaze on Filia.

Filia narrows her eyes at the man, a wordless exchange occurring between the two. Silence stews between the pair for an eternity, fogged breaths releasing from the man's helmet. The man's blood begins to boil, slightly shaking, not that one could see it beneath his armor. He levels an accusatory finger at Filia.

"I know this castle, and I know what you are."

The man speaks neutrally, resting a hand on the handle of the greatsword on his back. Filia inspects the man she can now study clearer◊.

   "A templar."   

She comments. Drawing his greatsword in response to Filia's comment, Raex smashes it into the icy floor. Filia raises a brow, inspecting the blade. The demoness twitches a finger, and the blade's tip is instantly surrounded by more ice, burying it.

Raex doesn't move an inch, not budging the tightly coiled grip on his weapon for even a moment. The templar lowers his other hand, clenching his fist as a subtle golden glow builds between his fingers. Filia takes immediate notice, moving her gaze back to meet the hidden eyes of Raex. Her every primal reflex despised the aura of divine magics, every fiber of her being telling her to run.

The glow continued to build until it became luminous, clouding Filia's vision as the demoness stood idly, taunting Raex to strike first.

   "Still only a man."   

Defiantly, Raex rips his sword from Filia's icy trap, sending shards everywhere, the demoness clenching her fist to counter. In an instant, Raex unleashes his divine technique, a flashbang, just like he had done to Hub, but far more intense. Filia was blinded and unable to counter, but she could feel that her skin was singed by the blast of divine magic, smoke billowing from her. Less than a moment later, Filia is pierced with the most force she has ever felt. She can feel Raex's blade rip through her gut, her demonic blood pouring from her like a running river.

Raex roars, pushing his blade into Filia up to the guard, then lifting her high into the air. The flashbang fades, and Filia's eyes widen in terror. Suspended in the air while her blood pours onto Raex's armor, she struggles for breath. Raex stares up at Filia and, swiftly swinging his blade, tosses the demoness from his sword and into one of the castle walls. Blood paints the castle as Filia flies through the air, what little breath she has driven from her the moment she collides with the ice.

The wall buckles, a hefty crack spidering up the roof. Trembling at the blood loss, Filia plunges a hand into the gaping wound, freezing off the blood flow and numbing the pain. Raex's nostrils flare beneath his helmet, wiping Filia's blood from his eye holes. He whips around to face Filia, only to spy her eyes growing aglow, a vicious dual blast of lightning erupting from her eyes that slam into Raex. The templar is ragdolled through one of the castle walls and back out into Onyxis, where he rolls through the thin layer of snow for a few dozen meters. Planting a hand onto the ground, Raex rises, two smoldering dents on his chest plate appearing to be his only injuries.

His sword landed only a few feet away in a pool of water, Filia's blood mostly cleaned from it. Retrieving it, Raex watches as the water freezes instantly. Not sure why, Raex leans forward, only for Filia to erupt from the ice, smashing Raex in the face with a furious strike. She attempts to push her fist through Raex's armor but can't budge it more than a harsh dent. The templar is sent careening through the air until he pivots himself and faces Filia. Raex takes a deep breath, his nose jetting blood onto his skin, but so surged with adrenaline he can hardly feel it's broken. Shooting out a hand, Raex releases golden wisp-like tendrils from his hand, approaching Filia at blinding speed, wrapping around her arms and legs.

Before Raex can yank Filia, the demoness sinks her feet into the frozen pond, raising the ice to surround her feet to anchor her in place. When Raex pulls, he's brought flying back toward Filia. Mid-flight, Raex throws his sword straight at Filia, the demoness blasting it out of the way with an ice beam that erupted from her inner thigh.

Courtesy of her lesson with Thor, of course. Raex straightens out, outstretching a hand just before he gets to Filia, and when the two collide, they end up slamming into a nearby mountain. Raex has Filia by the throat and, without hesitation, starts to pummell her face. Blow after blow that quickly turns Filia's shining blue skin into a bloody mess. Filia opens her mouth to scream, her breath encasing Raex's entire head in ice. Enough weight is added to Raex so suddenly that he's briefly unbalanced, and Filia takes full advantage with another pair of lightning blasts from her eyes. The ice shatters into innumerable chunks that fly around.

Raex is thrown from on top of her, and Filia gasps for air, sucking in and choking on the blood pouring down her face. She pulls herself from the rock she's buried in, stumbling forward. As she's about to collapse to her knees, she thrusts a hand out, a plume of sand erupting from the ground to place Krampus's◊ greatsword into her hand.

Leaning onto the gargantuan blade to hoist her weight, Filia clenches the sword with both hands tight. She didn't summon this blade to use it as a crutch but for the being contained within it. A hefty portion of Trickery's essence was held within this sword, a very dangerous entity. One whose power she could now exploit, as she suddenly gains a spring in her step, now standing without the blade's assistance. Filia took a deep breath as corrupted energy coursed through her veins, turning them purple.

Her wounds seal and repair in only a few moments as she scans the horizon for Raex, power continuing to surge through her. She flourished the greatsword, another breath. Filia's gaze snaps to a slight movement, Raex's armor briefly glittering in the sun while he rose to his feet. Sharing her opponent's vigilance, Filia took off in a blitz at Raex, appearing on him.

Filia swings her blade at Raex's neck from above, but the templar smacks the blade off course with an open palm, socking Filia in her jaw and cracking the bone. Blood spurts from Filia's mouth as her head is snapped to the right, and the demoness retorts by smashing into Raex with the flat side of her greatsword. A loud crack follows the collision as Filia snaps a few of Raex's ribs on impact, but his form doesn't falter.

More golden tendrils erupt from his hand and go straight for his sword as Filia straightens hers out to cleave right through Raex. The templar's tendrils wrap around the blade, Raex using all his strength to bring the sword back to his hand as fast as possible, just in time to crash it into Filia's. The pair meet in a harsh blade lock, pushing as hard as they can against each other.

Filia's power boost has given her enough physical strength to match Raex as the two split the ground beneath them, creating a chasm that expands swiftly. Just as the crack threatens to swallow them both, they push away, sparks from their blades floating like leaves.

" Has it been so long that Lucifer has forgotten to fear the line of Enoch?!"

Raex shouts across the gap, pacing impatiently.

   "Yep."   

Filia's feet suddenly jet out a thin layer of ice that bridges the gap, and the demoness slides across it. Filia swings low, and Raex moves to block. While he stops his leg from being completely cleaved off, Filia strikes hard enough to drive Raex's blade back into his leg. Filia pushes harder, burrowing Raex's sword deeper into his calf. Gritting his teeth as blood leaks through his armor, Raex lets out a quiet huff of air. The blood flows to a puddle on the ground, and Filia plants a foot closer to Raex, covering her boot in the man's crimson essence.

Her foot is suddenly encased in ice, freezing the pool of Raex's blood and the wound it came from. This seems to be a blessing in disguise until the freezing begins to spread internally. Filia's icy powers crept up from the puddle and into its source, Raex's leg. The blood vessels in his lower leg swiftly freeze, crippling function. Raex crumples to the floor, but as he does so, Raex releases his two-handed grip on his blade and strikes Filia in the gut with a hard punch. Filia bends forward, blood gushing from her mouth as she is sent through a collection of boulders. Pushed far away from him, Filia is no longer freezing Raex from the inside out.

Raex catches himself from falling completely over, planting his hand on the ground. He glances behind him at his injured calf, his whole body beginning to shake. His vision narrows, and Raex's peripheral sight becomes dark. Raex plants a hand on the damaged area of his leg, a soft golden glow coating the injury. A moment passes, and it's completely healed; Raex rises to his feet.

Filia swipes the pebbles off of her, leaping back into the fray. Raex looks up to see the demoness flying toward him through the sky, raising a hand to the sun above. Suddenly, the sky glows a blinding yellow, and the sun's luminous energy intensifies a hundred-fold, briefly blinding Filia. The demoness is confident she has a read on Raex's position and slams back down into the ground, creating a massive crater that barely misses damaging the castle. To her surprise, Raex isn't there, and it's still far too bright to get a read on his position.

"BEHOLD THE STAR OF DAVID!"

Raex's voice booms, the sun's sudden intensification fading away, revealing the templar floating in the sky, a golden wireframe-like aura encasing him. Raex moves his hand toward the star illuminating the afternoon sky above them, clenching his fist to snuff out the light. Darkness encompasses this region of the Arena for only a moment, a cosmic flashbang erupting from the sky as a city-sized divine laser beam crashes down like a meteor, and Filia can't escape. She can't move fast enough to block it, at least now. What about a few seconds ago? Like a subconscious instinct, a gift from Eve kicks in.

Time Magic

Filia watches as the beam reverses its course, stunned for a moment. She looks up to Raex, his clenched fist reversing. Filia stumbles back in disbelief, looking down at her body to see a slight green afterimage trailing her movements. Time continues to unwind until the magic gives out.

"BEHOLD THE STAR OF DAVID!"

Raex's voice booms, the sun's sudden intensification fading away, revealing the templar floating in the sky, a golden wireframe-like aura encasing him. Raex moves his hand toward the star illuminating the afternoon sky above them, clenching his fist to snuff out the light. Darkness encompasses this region of the Arena for only a moment, a cosmic flashbang erupting from the sky as a city-sized divine laser beam crashes down like a meteor, and Filia can't escape. She can move fast enough to move behind her greatsword like a shield. Filia's confidence in the sword isn't unfounded; the very metal it's made from's specific purpose is to absorb energy.

Filia attempts to summon ice from the ground to bolster her defense, but it's atomized the moment it appears, leaving only her sword. The beam continues without end, Filia's sword glowing a magma orange in moments. The blade guarding Filia begins to quake under the energy it holds, not only Raex's attack but the energy of Trickery as well.

The onslaught continues for another ten seconds before the sky dims to a typical level, and Raex drops to the ground. Filia quickly emerges from behind the greatsword, clutching the white-hot grip and scalding her hand. Wincing, Filia grits her teeth and takes off at Raex, a grave error. Filia swings her blade for his throat, and Raex smashes through the unstable sword with a dismissive punch. Time slows for Filia as shards of metal sparkle, floating in nigh-stasis through the air. Following the fragments as they fly leads Filia to the smoldering nothingness where her father's castle used to be. Tears well in the demoness's eyes as Raex takes full advantage of her distraction, dropping his blade to the ground and wrapping a tight grip on Filia's wrist. He yanks Filia's arm into an unnatural position, then brings an elbow crashing down onto hers from above, snapping her sword-wielding arm like a pretzel. The bone jets out of her arm, and Filia screams in pain.

Raex follows this with another swift combination of blows. One hook slices Filia's face open, blood pouring from her cheek onto Raex's armor. Another blow cracks a few of the demoness's ribs, the bones nearly splintering to dust. The next smashes into Filia's upper right shoulder, completely dislocating the joint and covering the area with a gnarly bruise. Raex wraps an armored hand around Filia's neck, hoisting the demoness into the air by the throat.

"After what your people took from mine, you have lost the right to tears."

He coldly comments, tightening his grip to choke the life from her. Filia's gaze moves past Raex as it nears black, spying a familiar violet-purple puddle beginning to pour out from her broken greatsword. Raex catches her wandering look, turning over his shoulder to see what she's looking at.

   "I'M BACK!!!!!!!!"   

A demented voice screams.

Raex tosses Filia aside, watching as the puddle quickly coalesces back into an unfamiliar Trickery◊. The entity's toothy green stretches from one side of its twisted head to the other.

   "SHE'S NOT YOURS TO KILL YOU OVERGROWN MONKEY!"   

Trickery shouts as it rockets toward Raex with a devastating punch. It roars as it approaches the templar, striking for his chest. Raex opens his hand, moving his palm to catch Trickery's strike.

   "utoh."   

Raex's hand erupts with golden flame, crushing Trickery's goopy hand to mush. The entity screeches in pain as Raex Sparta kicks Trickery with a similarly inflamed foot into the sky. Filia seizes the opportunity to call upon the power of Hell, a copious amount of sand appearing from nowhere to surround her and teleport her away.

Space Fortress Gravitas

Filia emerges into a random chamber in the Space Fortress, using only her legs and a nearby wall to stand. Shaking with every breath, she stumbles forward, leaving a trail of her blood painted on the wall. Narktus, she had to find Narktus.

Edited by KrampusTheTherapist on Mar 23rd 2024 at 10:55:53 AM

Church

This is an amazingly complicated situation that Tilra is in and she's had it up to here about that. Perhaps its giving Mahito what he wants, but, fuck it. Tilra shade-warps away to a far distance.

   !Atom Heart Mother!   

sun's back

Well, this one is fake, and the light it casts down has a peculiar two-faced effect. On one hand, healing Tilra's allies (mechanical or not). On the other hand, torching her enemies with power-disrupting purity.

Return of the Son of Nothing - 2/8

Edited by Whoma on Mar 23rd 2024 at 1:25:38 AM

Pica-Verse

Seems simple enough to Altina. This world is like a friendly village.

Hatch's disclaimer is more concerning. "But if we have to keep jumping between worlds to stop Goyo Richard, how do we prevent, or repair, this damage?"

Next

Game

Initially surprised by Noah's sudden appearance, once he explains why he's there, Charlie glares at him. "You know I don't like you. When the Dead King vanished from the datascape, you were angry. For all I know, you just want to be the one in control."

Beat

"But if you turn on us, we can just beat you up. What happened to me before won't happen again."

>Yes

   "I don't really get who you are or what you've done, but yeah. You can help, but I'm watching."   

Victoria points a finger at Noah, and the fingertip transforms into an eyeball staring at him, then back to normal.

   "Always watching."   

>Yes

—

If input from outside is required, Delilah waits until the party is in agreement, then selects Yes manually.

Train Ride

"Pyra's" kick sends the final Octoling flying across the car.

Agent 8 shakes her head, holding onto her forehead, as she starts to pick herself up. She lets "Pyra" assist, but is quick to distance herself from them. "Hang on. I want to talk to her."

Makai

"Uhh, yeah," Peppino answers, confused. "Weren't you there with all the other guys when you gave me this challenge?"

Fort Dawnguard

"I see."

Perceval holds up his Laser Blade Chroma Katana, using its light to get a better look at his interlocutor.

"As a matter of fact, I believe you are the one I was sent to find. Radahn, is it?"

Space Fortress Gravitas - Return Facility A, Northern Hemisphere

Many guards, seeing Filia's ruined state, run from her. The chamber of teleport pads was already staffed by a skeleton crew, but with them vacating, it's now entirely empty.

Jerks.

The exception is a Yautja, one of Filia's own personal soldiers as indicated by the symbol of Krampus' sword on its armor. Expressionless as always on account of the mask, it presses some buttons on its own bracer. A team of medical staff promptly warp in, take Filia, and bring her to Combat Hospital A in the City of Silence on the Northern Hemisphere Surface.

Here is a region, dimly lit by various flames, that offers pleasant tranquility as opposed to cold and lifeless loneliness. The hospital staff don't speak unless spoken to, they just do their job, and they do it well.

You may recall mentions of a medical bay in the past, which this very plainly isn't. The reason for that is simple. I realized that was stupid and the Space Fortress Gravitas, an artificial planet with countless inhabitants, should have several distinct hospitals. The retcon here is that prior mentions of a medbay referred specifically to one reserved for Narktus' tower.

Edited by KiriK on Mar 28th 2024 at 2:59:23 PM

KiriK

Save

• Come ON!

“Pyra” understands and moves to a nearby seat to rearrange themselves while maintaining awareness of the situation.

This place looks huge though, they wonder whether or not there’s apartments for rent - this will be very useful as a base of operations for future escapades.

So they search up some in the area.

Huh, there’s some near the metro’s stations with plenty of space for a single person, and they’re all very cheap for how good they look. Let’s go there after this is over.

(An example of what they found)