Tira's personality suddenly shifted, and she threw the half full glass of milk without warning, shattering it against the wall.
Bartender, I want hard beer, now!
A bottle of some kind of beer was placed in front of her, and she popped the cap off with her ring blade and started to drink it.
You were picked because these people running the show are a bunch of assholes. They think they can keep me locked up like a fucking animal for their own amusement? They think it's so funny watching me kill people? Let's see how much they can laugh when I rip their throats out and force them to drown on their own fucking blood.
Then she turned to the other person at the bar. What the fuck is this dwarven mead shit? It any good?
The increased noise from the kitchen nearby drew the raven's attention, and curious, it flew out of the bar, planting itself on top of a cabinet, quietly watching what was going on with a cocked head.
edited 15th Feb '18 4:53:22 PM by Meanken
004
"Well like I said I can't speak on his account. That is only what is believed on my world, his sounds... cruel by comparison" he said hiving Akira a look with empathic sadness, and then turning giving a kind smile. Or as kind as he could muster "the name's 004, nice to meet you, what's your name?"
At the confessional
"I know, can't be my real name, but my memory isn't what it used to be, my brain got... manhandled to put it one way. If their technology can restore it, given that I win, that's request number one with a bullet!" he said pointing with his right finger.
He catches himself two seconds later and looks at his hand. "That wasn't intentional, I swear" he comments coolly.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.She couldn't help but smile for this one.
"...everyone knows that swords can't cook anyway."
"Oh yes, I did go there, as they say."
Morgana, Bipedal Form- Garden
Morgana panted as he caught up with Amaterasu, coming to a stop and sitting down to catch his breath.
"Yeah, well I have my own tricks up my sleeve..." Too bad he didn't get to use Sukunda, or he might have caught up in time to win. Okay, maybe it would have taken him a bit to summon his Persona first. Some creepy talking flower emerged from the dirt and introduced himself, and then immediately called them non-humans.
"How many times do I have to say I'm not a cat?!" he yelled, hopping back on his feet again. Amaterasu was immediately hostile, but he didn't understand why until Issun explained it. This Flowey guy was some kind of murderer?
"A true gentleman like myself doesn't needlessly hurt others!" Morgana said, after listening to Flowey berate them. He drew his curved sword, though he held it up more for show instead of pointing it at anymore. "He honorably protects the innocent with all his might! Maybe you think you're too weak to resist doing what's wrong, but no one forces me into anything! I do things my way or not at all."
Amaterasu and Issun - Garden
"Kill or be killed..." Issun was too taken aback at this point to be angry at the 'bug and mutt' comment. "You really believe that, don't you? I don't know what happened to you to become so cruel, but..."
Issun hopped next to Morgana and drew his own sword, and unlike Morgana he actually pointed it at the evil flower.
"Just like him, me and Ammy protect people from monsters like you! Maybe death doesn't last here, but mindless killing is still evil. And that lady said we would go home, eventually - so I guess when we win, we'll just have to make sure that you can't hurt anyone, ever again."
Amaterasu, apparently not wanting to be left out, had summoned Thunder Edge, and now held her enormous greatsword above her head, the blade glowing and crackling with lightning.
"Now scram, unless you're looking for a fight."
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?Kitchen
Valkyrie paused mid-stir, her right hand locking up on the wooden spoon while her left hand balled into a fist at her side. She grit her teeth and scowled, letting out a growl."Oh yeah well you're a- you're a... A DUMMY!" Valkyrie said to Ionia.
Smiling cockily to herself after dropping that sort of bombshell, she started scooping chocolate chip waffle batter into the waffle iron, so that she could make a new waffle that wouldn't burn. That way she'd be able to share them with her new best friends... okay she didn't know their names yet, but she would! That's the sort of thing friends did.
Pit- Main Hall
"My name's Pit. Nice to meet you, Emyia!"
Whereas Emyia seemed to want to stay distant, Pit seemed all the more willing to get to know him.
"Well, I'm the Servant of the Goddess Palutena. Actually, I'm the captain of her guard."
It seemed they also had another person, a small girl, enter the conversation.
"Doll... Emancipation?" Pit put his hand to his chin in confusion.
Toko- Checking Out
Having her mouth covered by the girl surprised Toko. The fact chloroform came as if from magic was also a surprise to her.
There wasn't much she could have done though, so she slipped into unconsciousness, and flopped down on the floor.
After a few seconds from then, If one were paying attention to her, they might have noticed a twitch.
Wulfrik
-Having smashed in one end of the keg to drain it, Wulfrik belches loudly before turning to Tira.-
Good? It certainly wasn't one of Bugman's best, and it always tastes better for having fought for it, the little bastards fight as hard for their booze as for their homes.
-He hesitates a moment before turning to the image of the bartender again.-
Any Bordeleaux wine in there?
Tira scoffed as the requested drink was placed in front of the chaos warrior.
Wine? Are you shitting me? Wine's for rich assholes who think they're "civilized" and better then everyone else. What the fuck, you're not turning into a fucking pussy on me, are you? What, do I need to get you a monocle to put on? How about a top hat to put on top of your helmet?
"It's not a problem. I've gotten used to putting out kitchen fires a while ago." Left unsaid was that the majority of said events transpired due to her less than stellar attempts at cooking. Baking was much easier on the poor dragon-blooded girl, really. Shaking her hand so that the giant bandages rewound about the wrist to sprout a hand once more, Corrin laughed in good humor at the rather enthused attempt at hosting. Reminded her quite a bit of some of her companions, this scantily clad female did.
The laughter petered off awkwardly as she took note of Ionia's tantrums (definitely Peri-esque from her less adjusted days for sure), followed by a brief moment of of awkward silence before once more being enthralled by the cooking process and entranced by the sweet smell wafting from the iron maiden-esque device.
"Goodness, you must be incredibly talented at food crafting if it could smell this amazing after only a bit of preparations..." There was a tinge of jealousy in her tone, though most of it was child-like yearning. "Though I do have to wonder, what did she mean by 'sword'?" Tilting her head slightly to the side even while her gaze was still riveted to the waffle iron, Corrin audibly gulped as her appetite and curiosity got the better of her.
Garou meanwhile simply continued to eat his giant hunk of protein while watching the escapades with an amused leer from his corner of the place, a smirk on his face in between the moments where his mouth wasn't either bulging with roasted meat or chewing it down woflishly. "Man, who knew reality tv could be so fun?" Snickering, the lanky teen even went so far as to chew on the bone while looking insufferably smug.
edited 15th Feb '18 11:27:34 PM by Makaioh
"Zero....Zero...Four?" Estelle repeated looking at the man with a puzzled expression. She was somewhat fairly certain this guy just gave her a number as his moniker but who was she to dictate what he calls himself. "Estellise Sidos Heurassein, my friends tell me that's a mouth full though so you can just call me Estelle"
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850Flowey- Garden
Flowey only seemed to become even smugger when he heard the cat's response. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that I was talking to a baby black panther. And "innocents" don't exist. People are always looking for excuses to kill each other, be it out of fear or hate. Morals are just something that they invented because they're scared of being killed themselves. Sure, they try to justify themselves, but even those who pretend to fight for hope would kill a child if it would help their objective." His smirk grew larger as he saw Issun and Ammy threatening him.
"Heh, you really are idiots. You really think they'll ever let you leave? For all you know, it was just a lie to trick you into playing instead of rebelling. And see, even now, you're threatening me because you fear me. Even if it's just because I could cause a mess and you aren't actually afraid for your lives, you still fear me somewhat. And if you always do this to those who hurt others, there must not be many humans in your homeworld." He then reverted to a somewhat more affable expression. "But don't worry, I won't attack now. After all, it makes no sense to show you what I can do before competing."
Jan, Kitchen
"How about that?" Juri offered advice on how to summon Chun-Li. Frankly, Jan doubted she would come over even if these were made to one hundred percent fit her individual palate. Maybe if he left them under one of those cartoon box traps. "Some food for thought, thanks."
All the while, it seemed the pancake party was fit for disaster. It started with Ionia's whining, and then her pancake burst into flames. People at the scene quickly put it out, but it was a damn shame nevertheless. "Wow, what a bitch, am I right?" He hummed when Ionia started making a scene, more to himself than anyone else. At least the guy with a talking sword was managing to hold his own. "What was your name, sword guy? I forget."
The guy in the corner, with a ridiculous hairdo, seemed amused at the notion. "Wait 'til we get to the action, man." He chuckled at Garou, leaning back with his glass of blood, eyes appreciatively setting on Corrin now.
Luke, Bedroom
Talking about God? Ha, now that was unexpected. Perhaps not, given Akira's extensive history with God and Satan both, it seemed. "People of small faith created an almighty idol to answer all of their questions." He mused from his spot, lighting another cigarette with a simple plastic lighter. "At first it had no name. Then it had multiple names and multiple bodies. Over time, it formed into a larger, all-powerful creature. Yahveh. Allah. Three-Person God."
"I see this is not the case from wherever you came from, Fudo, but I would wager your world to be an outlier. Here, there is no God. There is no higher force, and yet it has been used to justify science, culture, repression, violence and genocide." Puff. "I suppose in that regard, the producers of this show are almighty gods lording over us for their profit and amusement." At least their host was if not on their side then not on their captors' either.
Vegeta, Bedroom
Vegeta wouldn't admit it, but he did jump a bit at how suddenly Sidney appeared next to him. Her answer, he wouldn't call satisfactory, but he knew it was the most he was gonna get, and so he begrudgingly accepted it, though not without a groan.
"Guess I'll have to take your word for it then."
As the conversation shifted to the Gods of the contestants' various worlds, Vegeta, having not much better to do, listened.
Akira's talk of God and Satan meant he had likely met them definitively in his world. Vegeta had heard the story of Satan before, though only after he was curious as to the origins of Mr. Satan's own name. The one known as '004' (perhaps an android of some sort, Vegeta was familiar with those) and some other fellow spoke of God as mysterious, enigmatic and all-powerful. That very concept was, admittedly, alien to Vegeta.
"I've met the Gods of my universe. Can't say they're anything that special, but they do their jobs. For instance, the position of God, or 'Kami', of the planet Earth is currently held by a young Namekian by the name of Dende. His disposition is quite mortal, I'll assure you, and he's hardly the biggest fish in the metaphorical sea, as I haven't even gotten into the Kais, or Beerus, the God of Destruction."
"Shake the dust." - Anis MojganiLucatiel, bedroom
Lucatiel was glad she did not involve herself with any of the people milling about in the bedroom; they seemed to be a rather unpleasant lot, even if they were miles ahead of the average Hollow one would find travelling Drangleic. Well, mostly.
Still, the conversation about gods interested her, although she had problems wrapping her head around the concept of different world; while she knew Phantoms were a thing — apparently, the flow of time was odd in Drangleic, leading to each traveller experiencing their own version of the hidden kingdom — she had problems believing that there were other, completely different worlds.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to add a word here and there and perhaps learn more about this place, would it?
So Lucatiel rose from where she leaned on the wall and stepped closer to Vegeta, Akira and the rest.
"I have heard that once there were Gods," she said, "but they have all died a long, long time ago, long even as Undead count it."
Tenko Chabashira - Bedroom
"And at least you got initiative. You know, by the end of this, maybe you'll have decreased your degenerateness by 10%."
Then she heard everyone talking about what gods where in their own world. Tough she didn't have as much experience with such beings as some pretended. She felt she still had to say something about it. "Yeah, I have an... acquaintance back home that was waaay too into her religion. I'm pretty sure that if she heard anything you guys just said, she would skin all of us alive." Tenko's mood soured a bit. She really didn't want to think about that "girl". As far as she was concerned, Angie was almost an hononary degenerate.
004
"Yeah its not my real name, but I forgot that one due to circumstance and 004 is the one I have" The cyborg explained himself, taking her reaction in stride. "I wouldn't mind saying the full name, but you're right; Estelle is more manageable." He thought back for a second to the entrance hall when they all met "Ah right you're the princess right? I think I overheard that. Pleasure to meet you, your highness." he said extending a gloved hand to be shaken.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.Wulfrik
-Wulfrik turns to stare at the girl, her mind clearly a few thousand miles away and spouting gibberish, the only comprehensible part being an aversion to wine. As he downs the wine, recalling the taste from a particularly successful raid years prior, he wonders what could cause such an outburst.-
... You've never been on campaign with Sigvald, have you?
Amaterasu and Issun, Garden
"You know you're a flower, right?" Issun looked annoyed. "I'd be surprised if you could spook a little kid. And shaddup with your stupid babble about morals and killing. People help each other because people are good at heart, though I doubt you'd understand that. Just because you have no real friends doesn't give you an excuse to act like a jerk." He crossed his arms. "But whatever, if you aren't here to start something, get out of my sight."
For her part, Amaterasu lowered her sword and almost looked sad, uncertain how a being as cruel as Flowey could exist. Her tail gently drew another circle, that to her eyes surrounded the smiling plant-monster. She wasn't certain if Bloom would do anything, but if he was cursed, or some kind of demon, it was likely her best shot.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?Flowey- Garden
"Then, are the people who kill each others also good at heart? You..."
The rest of the sentence never came. As soon as Ammy cast Bloom, Flowey began to scream in agony. This scream was not made in his superficially saccharine voice nor was it in the taunting tone he liked to use. No, his voice sounded completely geniune and disturbingly close to that of a child.
Tough his face also distorted by pain, this was not to last. Some sort of white spectral emanations began to spread from all over his body. As they did that, his face faded away more and more, as if an invisible eraser took care of removing all of his facial features. Above him, the emanations were forming an humanoid shape. Tough at first only vaguely shaped like a person the size of a kid, it was becoming more defined the more the evil flower's face was being erased. Eventually, it took the form of what looked like a human child, if humans children were covered in fur and had a head that would have looked like that of a young goat were it not for it's prominent fangs. It seemingly screamed in pain in the same voice as Flowey did, helpess as the enchantment tortured it more and more.
Flowey was in agony. His body was actively rejecting his essence. He could feel his existence slipping away as the purification continued. But he couldn't let that happen! Not while he didn't know where soulless creature went after death! Not while he had so many plans! Not before he could see them again! He had to survive! He had to stay DETERMINED. And thus, he pushed back against the spell with all his might.
Suddenly, the humanoid form above the nearly lifeless flower faded away as the spectral energy that made up its form went back into the plant. Features reappared on the space between its petals and eventually, Flowey's face was back. Tough it was very different from a long ago. Gone was all trace of smugness and fake cordiality. His eyes, which normally looked like simple dots, were now fully-defined with visibles irises and white. They were also wide opened. His mouth was now a snarl full of sharp teeth. All in all, he seemed to be in an obvious primal state of fear and anger. He shouted, all trace of superiority and pride gone.
"Y-YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!" Nine magic bullets suddently appeared above his head and charged in the direction of the trio of good-natured non-humans, with an equal number charging at each. Plenty of vines also sprouted from near his stalk, whipping away wildly. There were telephegraphed, overwhelmingly easy to avoid attacks. There was no notion of strategy left in his mind. In his blind rage, he just wanted to kill whoever almost erased him.
edited 17th Feb '18 2:52:51 AM by Alecoene
Chun-Li, Bedroom
"Sidney is trapped in this place with us, but she chose to be here of her own free will," Chun-Li crossed her arms as she addressed Elsa. "She wouldn't have agreed to be host if she wasn't guaranteed privacy in the bathroom, at least."
Sidney's warning in regards to privacy basically confirmed that as well.
"See," Chun-Li pointed to Sidney.
Juri, Kitchen
Juri stopped eating her noodles when, after the waffle iron caught on fire and was put out, Valkyrie spoke about her special waffles. The Korean Taekwondo expert took a good long look over Valkyrie and Ionia argued with her.
"Oh come on... Everyone loves her special waffles," Juri laughed in a flirtatious tone, as if she heard subtext that might not necessarily be there and decided to make it outright text.
Wizard Needs Food BadlyThe raven, having determined that absolutely nothing of interest was going on here, left the room and headed to the entrance hall. Then, it heard loud screaming coming from the steps, and flew up them, landing at the top of the garden steps. It made sure to keep its distance as it watched the events unfold.
Tira scoffed again. Do I look like one of those people who goes marching into battle with an army? Do I seem like the kind of person who is going to tolerate standing around being ordered around by some asshole just because he has a fancy title? Fuck that. I don't do that shit. I work alone, kill whoever the fuck I want to, where I want to. No shitty bosses, no orders, none of that bullshit! And anyone who has a problem with that, I make sure to kill first, after they've screamed enough for me to satisfy me.
Kitchen
"Oh don't pay any attention to her, she's just being mean," Valkyrie replied to Corrin as she got another waffle iron prepped. "She doesn't know anything about Soul Gears, my Father made sure I knew how to cook very well when he created me. Swords can't cook... Hmmph! I'll show her!""Yeah!" she added in excited agreement with Juri.
Then she blinked, a confused look forming on her face.
"Wait what, how do you know?" she asked the Korean lady with a penchant for purple. "We've never met before, how would you know what my waffles taste like?" She paused for a moment to think about it. "You'll have to try one to know for sure! I'll make a waffle just for you too, once I get these two theirs."
After flipping over the waffle iron in a timely fashion to make sure it cooked evenly and that nothing burned, she opened it up to place the perfectly-cooked chocolate-chip waffle on a fresh plate for Corrin. She took another one out of the other waffle iron, this time putting it on a plate for Rinoa. Two waffles down, one to go. She started mixing up another fresh batch of batter for Juri.

Estelle - Bedroom
"That...sounds...." Estelle was struggling to find a word that she wouldn't say would be vulgar so she figured she'd just drop it.. "He doesn't sounds like much of one at least not from what Akira kept saying.": she looked pensive for a moment. She was a little sad that the fight had caused Akira a lot of pain but ultimately she couldn't do much about that. Whatever unrest was going on in their nation they would have to hash out for themselves."Anyway, what's your name sir?" she said looking at 004.
edited 15th Feb '18 4:28:42 PM by Azure
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