Torunn immediately wheels around to face whoever had tapped her on the shoulder, her fingers crackling with electricity. Once she realizes that it was just Niko, the Asgardian princess and daughter of Thor exhales a sigh.
"What the Hel, Niko? I was really enjoying this Midgardian bard's stylings," she says in a somewhat huffier tone than usual while shutting off the speaker.
Torunn folds her arms.
"Honestly? I'm a little frustrated. You and Sandra have been off having these adventures, and I haven't been on any of them," she admits. "Aunt Sarah came to Asgard out of nowhere one day and challenged Father to a fight like she really needed one, then I was just sent off before she told him the actual reason for her visit."
Motioning for Niko to follow her, she exits the music store and begins walking towards the food court.
"I just feel... left out, like I'm apparently forbidden from going on any bloody adventures and getting a chance to prove myself."
"Well, if it helps, the last one ended up... uh... intense, and not in a good way.", he says. "... and I think Mom's challenge may have been tied to that."
He then looks surprised.
"You really haven't found any good potential adventures? In a place like this? I honestly thought you'd be smacking evildoers around the moment I found out you knew about this place."
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Torunn shakes her head.
"It had to have been more than that. Father and Sarah both know I could handle learning about whatever happened to you and Sandra."
Once they've reached the food court, she looks around at her various choices.
"Oh yes, I tracked down that God Butcher Father talks about and singlehandedly kicked his arse," she remarks. "But anyway, next time you and Sandra go off on some adventure, let me know, alright? You might just need someone as strong as me on your side."
"Well... I guess you're right. I can just tell you if you want. But you have to promise not to rush off recklessly if I do."
He's one step ahead of her and orders something immediately. He must've been to this food court before to know what to pick.
"Sure! You know that you're always welcome to come along, right?", he asks, smiling. "But I guess it's kinda on me. When I started my search I didn't even think to ask Sandra either. She confronted me to tell me to let her tag along. I guess I kinda focused too much on my goal and nothing else."
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Torunn grins as she claps Niko on the shoulder.
"And that, dear Niko, just earned you a place on a little visit to Xandar I've been planning. I was thinking Sarah might like one of those weird little troll-like dolls pilots often line up on their dashboards."
After buying herself a cheesesteak and fries with a soda from the food court's sandwich place, she sits down at the nearest table.
"Anyway, you have my word as princess of Asgard, daughter of Thor, and granddaughter of Odin," Torunn assures before biting into her cheesesteak. "So, what intense thing happened? Did you encounter a somehow returned Surtur and realize he wasn't one of Uncle Loki's illusions?"
Esche
The Orks saw something within the city that was... uncomfortably familiar. Images rose to their mind, their synapses firing with symbols and letters that were eerily familiar. Something as true and as timeless as the ork's existence itself.
Though the orks could not gove this thing a name, their gestalt culture seemed to interpret this this as a...
"Super Brainy Boy", but such a thing of myth seemed very clearly different in the flesh than their species's fiction. For one... it wasn't green.
But as it looked to them it seemed to stop completely. Completely opening itself up to more punishment as it seemed... transfixed on what happened to them.
Good old Henka's mind spike seemed to be doing wonders initially, white energy coalescing around its head, bubbling uo from the tar black skin. That was until said entity finally had something click in it. It could have been pain, or something else, but suddenly she found her own mind probed with something jagged and screaming. Her sensors would go haywire, as she saw something herself-
Galloping feet were heard,
the vision so clear in the moment. The sun above this world was fractured, the world rapidly cooling. Beneath her vision was sworthes of entities: Among them were toad-esque amphibians clad in bronze-age garb and wileding cannons of suns, shrouded in torn unbral fabric were accordion-legged and skinned rats of which carried jezails, brutish green armored things built like impenetrable and tusked fortresses beholding jethammers, elven forms covered in armor like branching bone and glass swords as if rolled by the sea. Machines piloted by copper-haired gargantuan pilots, of which manning terrible rotary canons were eel-spined and chameleon-esque lizards. Flying in the skies were petal-winged beasts of floral make that flew with swift finesse, and flanking this formation were centaurine-spiders metal adorned and armed with sharp-clawed contraptions.
And before them were hordes of, neigh endless, of breathless things. Glowing with robbed star fire, in place of a heart. What made each unit a individual, or a war machine, was all of one's own decisions making. Their monoliths and citadels floated behind them, mobile forged of death's construction.
And as both lines marched in pace, both Henka in the vision, and some unseen force behind the mobile necropolis make the command-
And they fire.
The vision ended with the creature grabbing a fallen aircraft, its digits quickly rearranging it into a bus-sized throwing knife, and catapulting it towards her with the intent to sever her consciousness from her body.
"ꕷꛅ𖣠ꛃ ꕷ𖣠𖢑𖤟 ꘘꛈꛘ𖤟ꕷꕷ𖤟, ꛘ𖣠 𖢑𖤬𖢧𖢧𖤟𖦪 ꛃꛅ𖣠 𖤀ꛈ𖤟ꕷ, ꛃ𖤟 𖤬𖦪𖤟 ꕷ𖣠ꚳ𖤀ꛈ𖤟𖦪ꕷ."
"Show some finesse, no matter who dies, we are soldiers."
Mark's attempt to punch out one of its legs worked briefly. The road was torn apart as the creature's left leg began to slide back. It seemed the entity had underestimated his strength, but quickly corrected itself. Its leg shifted back into place before forming into a sharp spine, trying to impale Mark upon it. It quickly whipped around and slammed its tail down onto of him, and if it landed, would not only land with the force of a asteroid, would than try to could around him, suffocating.
It turned its attention to the jet, smoke billowing from both the kinetic rockets and energon beams hit as its back, sone excess energy coursing through its body arcing out as it turned to the jet. Opening up it's maw wide, it crested a vacuum directly into its maw, trying to intake the jet towards its mouth as pharyngeal jaws clanked in place to grab and rend it apart.
Below it the Umbras looked to their destroyed brethren. Some moved to try and incorporate their disassembling mass, others moved in after the warframe. One group assumed the form of Jade, a loose mimicry where in place of her actual weapon they had incorporated a piece of Blackrock to accompany the top of a hammer (seemingly, the scythe being too fine a detail to replicate), before trying to slam it into her side, and throwing her further into the mist.
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Mar 21st 2025 at 7:31:45 AM
Awawa"Xandar? Don't think I've ever been there, but I've heard your dad mention the name.", he says while getting his order. He sits down too.
"No, it wasn't really cataclysmically bad and more... personally bad."
As they eat, he tells her about the most recent (and likely final) encounter with BE!Argo.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay."Home of the Nova Corp and the place where a rogue Kree Accuser was apparently defeated with dancing."
Torunn feasts on her meal as Niko regales her with the tale of his and Sandra's encounter with BE!Argo, hanging onto every word. By the time he's finished his story, she can only let out a quiet exhale.
"...Shit. What the Hel could he have suffered to make him turn out like that?"
Higan
"I brought you here for a break. The Darkling is still a mortal beneath his demonic hide, after all."
A girl with chicken wings
◊ approaches, carrying some water and snacks. She is visibly unhappy with playing maid, but also knows her place as subordinate to the yama.
"Discounting the Tarahk-Kal due to its...unusual degree of freedom, you only have one target left to find. It would be a needlessly long and difficult road to reach the version of Hell where it resides by yourselves. Kutaka here will ensure you get there as soon as you're ready."
"Right."
The somewhat serious demeanor of the girl then drops as she asks, "Which Hell again?"
Eiki sighs. "The Madness dimension. 'Nevada'."
"Got it! I remember. Trust."
Diggernaut
Morpho Knight simply follows Sylux on foot.
—
"...Hey, we have one of those."
"The Space Pirates?"
"Yeah. Took a lot of work to reprogram. And a lot of dead pirates, which means we should probably run!" Collector Samus sprints off after Karzahni, under the assumption he had an idea of where to go. Lenna follows for lack of a better option.
Snake opts to maneuver back through the series of holes he made in the walls to get here, slipping out of the Diggernaut's attack range—unless it decides to focus on him and bust those same holes open wider, but that means turning its attention away from all the other targets.
Edited by KiriK on Mar 21st 2025 at 10:31:11 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.""So, you've heard of those alternate super-evil versions of two specific aunts of mine, right? ... yeah... they happened to him. For 20 years."
He glances down.
"On one hand I can't blame him at all for wanting to be left alone, but it's still so hard to think about an Uncle Argo who doesn't want anything to do with his family either."
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.The Mall
"I didn't know it was as bad as it was... maybe I didn't take him seriously enough because he's... y'know... Uncle Argo...", he admits, clearly looking guilty. "I've decided I won't bother him anymore, even if it means my research on 0.02 is kinda stuck now."
He sighs.
"And now you're caught up with things."
G0lly
The kids start running as well, naturally. Diggernaut keeps pace with them despite its size, though it doesn't seem to have noticed Snake hiding in the walls, so it passes by it-
The kids suddenly trip!
Before anything can potentially be done, Diggersnaut moves over them, seemingly putting a permanent end to them.
...
But if Snake comes back out of hiding once Diggernaut has passed him, he'll find that the kids are still completely alright, much to even their own shock. They have their hands on their heads in a useless attempt to protect themselves, but it didn't turn out to be necessary at all.
... could it be that Diggernaut can't hurt them because they were summoned by G0lly and therefore are technically on the same side of the board? Because if so, that means Karzahni would be safe too.
As would Snake.
-
Karzahni has reached the elevator, waiting for it to come back down. By the time Collector Samus and the Lennas catch up, Diggernaut is closing in.
The elevator arrives, but will there be enough time for it to go up and out of reach?
The group has two options: take the chance with the elevator, or run towards the right, in the same direction as the Good Hunter?
They can also try to attack it, but their attacks will just bounce off of Diggernaut without slowing it down even one bit.
—
Just as they're about to enter the hall to the left, Sylux pauses, hearing the commotion down below and feeling the floor tremble.
"What are they doing down there!?", they ask.
—
Star Boy's warped to the end of the left path on the second floor (basically where Sylux and Morpho Knight were headed off to).
"Man, this place is big-"
He pauses when he sees G0lly hanging there, with him and the Child both slowly looking at one another as if they need a moment to realize it.
"FIVE SECONDS!", the Child yelps, to which Star Boy grins as he gathers magic around his hands.
Scales: 5 - 5
Edited by DevilPsyco on Mar 21st 2025 at 4:43:12 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Niko laughs, though looks a little bashful at the praise.
"Thanks, Torunn."
He hums.
"I feel like the best next step would be to find the versions of my dad and uncle from this time and see if they know something. But I haven't had any luck so far. You don't happen to have a way of searching the Arena more quickly, do you?"
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.LIVE IN FEAR // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE IN FEAR
(btw i provided a handy dandy guide just so you can visualize your surroundings)
Situation IV
In most every battle there was that moment, that one dear little breath of a second, where the world, and everything inside it, was still. Screaming through this little wind tunnel that had been made, that calamitous gale filled the silence. Ripples spread across the outdoor pool, the faint shapes of the pilot’s weapons floating to the bottom.
Their war began.
It was the pilot who cast the first stone: his electric bolts sizzled across open air and engulfed Tarkus, burning away at the two-legged beast’s graying skin, yet the great undead was quick to respond. He tucked in his chin and thrust the axe out before him, not in attack, but instead to attract and absorb the attack like some bladed lightning rod. As he did, Mark arrived beneath him, cutting deep gouges into the undead’s legs. Despite the flesh wounds, Tarkus paid him little mind and focused instead on the electric arcs screaming into his axe — until Mark cut into its heel muscle, effectively disabling that leg and forcing the warrior to drop to a knee. Only then did he recognize the smaller man as the threat he really was, attempting to kick him away with the limp leg at the risk of sacrificing his own balance. When Pilot Mc Pilotface’s storm had passed, the towering knight drew the hulking weapon back behind him. Glaring around for his companion, as though silently demanding to know where he’d been while he was getting his leg muscles pruned, Tarkus found Bruford in a spot of danger.
During the electric onslaught against his brother-by-blade, Bruford had been facing Megumi. ”To DIO,” he answered the sorcerer as he drew his blade—not with his hands but with his hair—”I owe a debt writ in blood. He brought me from death.” The pair’s sword sang as they clashed against one another. ”It is not my locus to question him, only to do as he’s commanded of—“ The knight went lockjaw as Gama’s group paralysis ran its course, freezing Bruford’s muscles…yet not his hair, which remained wrapped tight around the blade waltzing around Megumi, searching for any opening in his strict defense.
There, all caught up. Tarkus reared his electrically charged axe back and let go of the grip, holding the chains instead, before heaving it forwards and letting it sweep horizontally across a good amount of the arena, aiming to take out those in mid-range of it, including: the pilot, Thorn—who we can assume jumped over it as she rapidly approached, more on that later—Amy, Annie, Megumi’s summons, and of course, Megumi himself. Bruford, to remove himself from sudden kneecap surgery at the hands (blade?) of his own partner, threw the sword into the air before smashing his hair into the ground to propel himself up and over the axe. Few enough toads remained latched to him through the process that he could break free of their paralysis, catching the blade midair and dropping to the ground in a knee, with Luck’s tip embedded in the concrete. He cut his finger on the steel and left a red streak down the sword’s side facing Megumi, glaring out from behind it at the sorcerer.
Tarkus, of course, hadn’t finished his attack. Even once the sweep was complete and the axe was again behind him, he had no intent of losing that momentum. The undead shifted his grip on the chain and redirected the weapon overhead, smashing it down into the floor where stood Vel’Koz in an attempt to crush him with it, as the electricity was at last dispelled from it in a wide burst. Yet immediately following this, a chunk of debris burst against the knight’s horned helm, leaving a sizable crack and stunning him just long enough for Thorn to navigate around to Tarkus’ other heel—saberswings filling the air with the smell of burning flesh as she went—but this time Bruford was available, his hair wrapping around one of the horns adorning Tarkus’ head and swinging him around as he attempted to dropkick Thorn away. That wasn’t the end of the knight’s journey, though; with a yank of his own hair, Bruford pulled himself up to Tarkus’ shoulder and dropped down, aiming to cut into Sebastien as he did.
Luin was quick to rush towards her friend, but found herself paused in her tracks as an already dire situation grew even worse. A sudden, shattering cacophony rang from both ahead and above. The windows dotting the building were smashed, punched and kicked out by undead hands and feet. They came in droves, crawling down both faces of the snapped skyscraper like a sea of insects to the terrace on which the battle raged. Once they reached it they screamed and rushed forwards, yet, curiously, did not engage with those already battling either Bruford or Tarkus, instead targeting everyone not directly fighting.
How deep do their orders go?! And how thoroughly did DIO control them? There was no time for Luin to reflect on these questions, as she had fallen within these brackets, which included her, Aelun, Avdol, Venti (Vel’Koz had been targeted by Tarkus and, thus, fell under their “do-not-interfere” parameters) and Nick, and was swarmed suddenly by the zombie crowd.
"They’re trying to distract us!" Aelun shouted over their unified howls.
"You two!" Luin jerked her head to Venti and Nick both, shimmering sword taking out a swathe of tender flesh around her. "Keep doing what you’re doing, we’ll cover you!" And indeed the couple cut their way towards both, forming a barrier as best they could on their own. It was only by the skin of their teeth that they avoided being overrun for now, though it was clear this couldn’t possibly last very long. Avdol, meanwhile, was much too far from anyone else to join in, forced to face the undead mass mobbing him solo.
LIVE IN FEAR // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE // LIVE // DIE IN FEAR
Edited by ISZATSO on Mar 21st 2025 at 12:15:33 PM
With great power…you know the rest.Torunn can't help smiling and laughing a little at Niko's bashful reaction.
"I could see about getting Heimdall to keep an eye out for them," she suggests. "These versions of Demo and Argo do know you exist, right? They're not going to be surprised to learn you and Sandra are their family from the future, or start wondering if they're going insane?"
Edited by IchigoMontoya on Mar 21st 2025 at 9:25:05 AM
Cairo
Just before Tarkus's blow, Vel'koz was suddenely pushed back away from the blow By Venti, who delayed his charged shot to save his ally from being minced meat. Good timing as well, since Vel'koz was now aiming at a bit of Tarkus and a whole lot of Zombies.
"Unfortunate positioning."
"You would have died!"
"Largely irrelevant. Now.
𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪."
Venti was not in his way, but any engaging Tarkus would suddenelt dee those three orbs and their afterimages suddenely disappearing-
Before the air itself in a large cone infront of Vel'koz quite literally combusted like popcorn, the space blowing up into purple energy as a vast swathe of zombies were suddenely gone, individual sun rays having cast shadows atop the earth.
Looking to the others Venti seemed ready to show himself before Luin gave him a direction. His senses telling him to immediately comply, but not to the t. He notched two anemo bolts to his string, and aimed at the zombies east of them.
"You know, this old timer still has a few tricks up his sleeve."
He whistled as if calling for a hound, summoning a strong wind that was pushing the undead on the east back from whence they charged. Teal anemo energy rushed past as a 90 feet cascade of harsh wind barreling down on the undead. Venti aimed directly down the middle... grinning to himself as he suddenely let go of the string.
The bolts moved forward, anemo joining them where they had been notched, though from where Venti stood he motioned with his hand to literally split the arrows further apart. They struck the zombies on either side of the 90 feet zone with brutal efficiency, but those hit by the string were only pushed back, bound within current made bindings. Venti then moved his fingers into a full circle, and the arrows suddenly spun back toward eavhother like the weights of a bola. The zombies in the middle were suddenely bound together, the sound of their bones snapping before Venti then clapped his hands together-
And the anemo energy exploded, scattering the undead across the four winds.
AwawaEsche
The City In Question
Henka's eyes go wide as she has a vision forced into her head, stunning her just long enough to-
"what-"
CREEAK-CRUNCH.
Henka's body is almost entirely crushed by the giant knife, leaving her almost certainly dead.
But as if certain wasn't certain enough, her body explodes, vaporizing itself as it sends her backup data back to her ship.
Gatecrash Vessel H-36
Kurimu awoke in accelerated space, her previous body and 'shell' of a mind, Henka, having been destroyed and the important info beamed back to this ship. This was a very accelerated space, taking an entire ring up on her ship. It was made to run her, AVIRIS, and not much else, allowing for a quick 'bounce back' in case of death.
Y'know, like now.
...well, that hurt. At least the screaming stopped.
And we lost an entire morph's worth of gear and augments. That you'd been using for months. I DID warn you.
I know. I have a backup.
A backup? You never told me anything about one...
...remember Nek0?
That robot cat avatar you had used to get some mon- NO.
Yes! I got our minifac to assemble everything using the data stores we had. I may have had to crack a few blueprint caches from some corps in Centralis, but it was WORTH IT.
One of these days, Kurimu, you will wander into an ego trap and be subjected to mental torture. And I will not save you.
Ah, you're just mad that you don't get to be a robot cat.
...no, it's because I KNOW you spent basically all of our feedstock budget on making it.
And we can get more. Don't worry about it.
Another ring of the ship shifted, holding a pod out which was quickly loaded with the synthmorph in question
alongside an assortment of gear. Then, it was loaded into a railgun.
"LET'S"
"FUCKING"
The railgun charges, and then fires, leaving her to scream in excitement all the way down.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"
The Complete Opposite of Making an Escape From the City (from Sonic Adventure 2)
this is what happens when it's late and I'm bored, the titles I use for areas make less and less sense
"-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooookay that's enough."
The pod's landing thrusters kick in, but Kurimu (all those who are looking for her previous morph's name Henka are going to be very confused) had an idea.
Gathering all of the supplies from the pod, she ejected out the top, and commanded the pod to reverse thrust and fire itself right into the creature- before causing a reaction in its drives to blow it to shreds if it was intercepted and the creature attempted to absorb it like it had those drones. And the building. And... probably other things?
<We could've reused that.>
"Yeah, but this is cooler!"
Looking up at the creature, the LEDs that are supposed to represent her eyes make a ^^ face before she yells at it.
"Still don't have any idea what you're saying! But you also can't yell into my brain anymore so that's a plus!"
She's using the loudspeaker again. Is she trying to... draw its attention by just being an annoyance?
Kicking herself up and hovering above the ground, weapons pop out from Kurimu's back and shoulders- all of them being micro-missile launchers. She fires them all before dashing back and starting to run up a building while very obviously shining a laser into what she can only figure is one of its eyes- and seeing as this is a combat laser, it'd probably hurt a bit.
"But if you got mad at me the first time I'll bet I can piss you off again!"
Edited by RainbyPlays on Mar 22nd 2025 at 3:54:36 PM
aeiou: the secondTHE CAIRO TRAGEDY
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO-THORN
His hair does move on its own! That's not even a Cursed Technique! How is he doing this?! Megumi thinks, amazed... and kind of wishing Nobara would have been around to help with this. Nonetheless, as he swordfights a mass of hair, he's left questioning why the knight would agree to all of this, even as the latter explains. Western Knights were very much like his native country in that their chivalry was somewhat embellished but he couldn't imagine that Tarkus and Brudford weren't extraordinary men in life.
The extent to which DIO could control the living and the dead - it'd be a fearsome ability of its own, even if he was powerless himself. But Megumi focused as Tarkus did a broad sweep. He, too, jumped over the Gama toads, some of which indeed perished to Tarkus's broad sweep. Yet, Megumi used the rest as platforms to jump unto in mid-air. unsummoning them afterwards to spare them destruction, but also because he had a costlier summon to use, which he did by throwing his knife straight at Brudford, in an attempt to stop him from interfering with Thorn.
It fails, but it helps Megumi summon Totality, the Wolf coming to life in mid-air as Megumi lands with it. And the wolf attempts to crash down on Brudford with a strong sweeping downward slash to cut a deep gouge into his flesh and armor, before further attempt to bite into his shoulder, with razor-sharp teeth that looked more like sabers. And not shiny ones. Hair was hair, Megumi thought. And if he had to resort to a simple solution like "cut through it", then so was it.
But what are you seeking out of this? Immortality like theirs?! Megumi says, running forth, grabbing his stuck knife, and trying to assist his Totality as he points to the mass of undead running rampant behind them, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder briefly.
Thorn indeed jump over Tarkus's chains, seeing fit to not deprieve him of his weapon as a bid to show him the inferiority of his methods. And as she begin slicing and digging into him, an elated smile appears on her face as she begins to cut through his flesh. I'll cut you to pieces! And you'll still be alive to "feel" it, right!? You poor fool, you should have taken the hint and stayed in that hole of yours! You'll lose more than your hand this time, but I'll make sure- Thorn "gwacks" as she's kicked by Brudford, the young woman being sent flying out of the terrace entirely by the impact, which'd have killed her if not for the Force warning her to put up her defenses in time.
Still, Thorn is propelled out of the building, bursting out of the terrace in a way that violently break through whatever guardrails stood in the way, leaving herself and some flimsy debris to begin a fast trip down to the streets, with the help of gravity to speed things up. Using her talent in the Force, Thorn freeze some of them, in a tactical attempt at getting back on track.
Thorn, are you alright?!' Baz's ship fly in from that side, and though Thorn could easily use it to evacuate, her eyes widen in rage at the demerit of being yet again hit by an undead.
Silence! I'm more alright than they're ever going to be! Thorn bounce from platforms to platforms, using the very last to propel herself towards Tarkus again. She try slamming the debris into him, jumping at the last second to land on his shoulder and attempt to drive a lightsaber straight through his head!
Edited by Bolded1 on Mar 22nd 2025 at 3:33:34 PM
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterSituation IV
Nick's priority is to get the alcohol to Mark and Amy. Thankfully by this point, he's transformed a good chunk of whatever isn't bolted onto the room's ground into his bare-legged army. A legion of tables and chairs surround him. The smaller the familiar the farther out it is. He uses the table phalanx to get closer to some of the zombies to touch them. On contact, their clothes start fighting back, wrangling control over their owners.
Venti's ult goes off, "Is the lyre's other form that bow or is it the other way around?" He urgently goes for the pile of the remaining undead, his tables and chairs pinning them down to let Nick start touching them — open to interpretation — and either gain control or accidentally — still open to interpretation — strip them.
He's especially targeting anyone with long robes or durable cloth, they can't tear themselves apart that easily when in familiar form and can fight other zombies for him. Depending on the material's quality, his familiars could have the strength to bend their wearer's bones backwards just to bend to Nick's will. He extends his numbers to aid Avdol and route the liquors to Amy.
Mark's kicked back by Tarkus and tumbled for a bit before he bounced back up, he's hurt but clearly this pain's something he's used to. Amy's busy blessing the liquors so she can't really patch him up pronto. "Fuck me—" Needing a breather, he butted into Megumi's line of thought for a moment, saying:
"Hey pants, knights are proper dicks all around you know? You hand them a sword and they won't need a fucking reason! Chivalry's just what happens when they're beat and can't be bailed out!"
The trio seemed to be from an age where there were way more of them, so they're probably used to dealing with this, just not of this size or strength.
"That said."
He runs back into the fray, switching targets this time, seeing the big guy with beautiful hair being a prime target for his fire.
"It'll just make socking the ass of whatever lord they serve even sweeter!"
Amy's done blessing, a small glow emanates from the bottles. She throws a pair overhead Bruford and saves a few bottles for herself. For the rest? They kamikaze for both knights, leaping onto them and hoping to soak them in high proof.
"It's not ordained by the church so it'll only do so much!"
"Not like their grape juice can do jack shit against him!"
Mark kicks up dust and ignites it when they draft for Bruford, he hopes for the smokescreen to let him slide under then leap up for the bottles. He could get on the back of the knight's head, slam the bottles, then ignite the knight's alcohol-soaked mane ablaze with holy fire.
Edited by BoniniBanana on Mar 22nd 2025 at 6:26:15 PM
real"Yeah, we've met them before. It was a long time ago but I'm sure they'll know who I am if they see me again.", Niko says.
"As for Heimdall, are you sure he'd be up for that? He's pretty much busy 24/7, right?"
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.

Hub Centralis, Mall
Niko is sitting on a bench in the mall, still bothered by everything that had happened last time. It's still difficult to wrap his head around a version of his uncle who genuinely does not want to be involved with a version of his father.
Still, he knows it's the truth, and he's made peace with the fact that he should leave that version of Argo alone.
... but that puts his information search on Yuno on a halt for now. He tried to find the past versions (present-day versions for us) of Demo and Argo, but he hasn't had any luck so far.
The sight of Torunn snaps him out of his thoughts for a moment. He gets up from the bench and, feeling slightly mischievous, tries to approach and tap her on her shoulder from behind.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.