Shaggy and Scooby Doo-The Mansion
Shaggy might not have had a chance to reply verbally to Tentomon's comment about them not looking the part of detectives, but the look both Shaggy and Scooby gave him would tell Tentomon that not only were they aware of this fact, but that they also didn't really mind (both that fact and Tenntomon's question) in the slightest.
Presently though, Shaggy's expression turned sheepish at Farquad's admonishment of not warning him ahead of time of bringing a group. "Like, sorry! This traveling arrangement is, uh, kind of a recent development. Really recent. Not to mention all the trouble we ran into on the road." Trouble like the ghosts in the graveyard, and speaking of ghosts, yep, there was a big old portrait of Uncle Beauregard, looking exactly like the ghost from the graveyard. Like, great! Suspicion confirmed! Not that it made Shaggy feel any better.
Hold on a sec. Something Farquad had just said was sticking out to Shaggy. "Wait. Family jewels?" This was the first he was hearing about this!
"Rut jewels?" Scooby asked.
And then another person showed up, seeking shelter. "Boy, it feels like we can't go five steps without running into a new face. Well, like, we're already housing a bunch of people. What's one more? Like, you got a name, 'Wanderer from Targin?"
As Hinata used her Byakugan to make sure nothing bad was hidden on him, she'd notice there was a...remnant of a celestial power within him. As if he somehow is holding onto something that was never part of him due to sheer force of will. Whatever it was, it seemed strange, but harmless at the very least.
Atreus smiled towards Shaggy even despite Targon being said wrong. "My name is Atreus." He gave a small bow towards Shaggy. "I thank you for your hospitality. If you require me to help for anything, I shall do so. It is the least I can do for such generosity."
....Oh boy, this is so gonna take a while. Is this how gramps felt when he was teaching mehis lessons? Well, atleast in his case, it was less murder involved.
"Ilulu, it's gonna be fine." He gave a smile towards her. "For all my power as the Atlantean Dragon, I stick with non-lethalness and knocking bad guys out! If it really comes down to it, you can just punch a bad guy if these guys start any trouble."
Please don't say I'm gonna punch their head off please don't say i'm gonna punch their head off.
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Hinata – The Mansion
This man was definitely... something. The sight that greeted Hinata was something she hadn't really seen before, but it had a twinge of something distinctly Hyūga. Not so much in bloodline, but more in terms of broad origin.
“M-My name is Hinata Hyūga. I-It's a pleasure to meet you, Atreus-san...” she shyly greeted, allowing her Byakugan to return to normal once again. “Gomen. We've all had a long day... f-few days. We're happy just to be here... s-somewhere safe, I mean.”
I hope it's safe...
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Chaos
Jibril just smiled wider as the stray knight forced her back. This was the kind of challenge she loved to face, someone comparable to her own or better. "That's more like it! Oh, but do you think such a barrier can stop me?" Noting the locations of her allies, Jibril made a circle of Divine bolts around her and started to fire them off one at a time in rapid succession, 7 in total, to strike against the divine barrier and into Kaldor.
Mansion
Usalia looked concerned at Bardock and then made her own suggestion. "Since we made here, how about we make some food and rest? Curry is a great way to restore your stamina!" Usalia already started to pull out some of her cooking supplies when she looked at Shaggy. "Where is the Kitchen, plip?"
Avant Heim
Azril charged at the remains of the body, the soul clearly still alive and unharmed. Materializing her Sycthe, she slashed in several times in quick succession, but despite clearly making contact the soul just started to wander off quickly to one side of the room. "Nyahaha, this is why I sealed the place you know! No Escape!" She shot off more magic at it, an entire barrage to rival the one she used to kill him. But when the dust cleared the soul was still there, and what remained of Zagreus had collected around it.
She tried again but to no avail. This was getting nowhere so Azril crossed her arms and tried to think how to deal with this. But while she waited, she noticed that soul had pulled in some of the ambient magic in the air, there was plenty of it with how much Azril was throwing around, and soon formed a body once again. He was back. Now she was amused and annoyed all at once. It seemed like she couldn't kill this god, what he lacked in power he made up for in tenacity.
She zipped up close to him, but made no further aggressive action, just staring quizzically at him. Calling her lord was the only remaining thing she could think of, but bothering Lord Artosh over someone as weak as this seemed almost shameful. He had more important things to be concerned with than one insignificant god that didn't have the power to challenge him.
"Say, why can't I seem to dissolve your soul? I've never met someone as difficult to destroy as you. Your Ether isn't going down at all."
Zag wasn't exactly conscious as a bunch of blood, so once he popped back up face-to-face with the flugel, he was just as surprised as her. He had kind of expected to be back in the Styx.
"I'm... not sure?" he said, more than happy to have a reasonable conversation as opposed to more fighting, "it's just something I do. Perhaps because I'm a cthonic god? Powers over death and all that? Father does control at least one afterlife."
He hummed in thought, leaning back slightly to consider. "Who knows, maybe it's just the will of the Fates," he shrugged, "this just isn't my time and all that."
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Mansion
As could be expected, the mention of food and the kitchen got Banjo's attention, both from his stomach growling and from him looking rather eager to find the spot in question as he rubbed said stomach in anticipation.
Tavern
"Maybe keep the violence down to non-lethal levels? We don't want to draw more attention to you than we already have. That and being the hero usually means you don't go too far in your fights unless you really have to." Amy said, hoping to get Ilulu to dial it back a bit.
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Mansion (Bardock)
The Saiyan looked the newcomer up and down, racking his brain for something he thought he'd heard from other warriors.
"Looks kinda familiar, but can't place it..."
Kocsma Tavern (Ilulu)
Ilulu sighs deeply, looking around the room. Her expression changed as soon as Amy spoke, it seems that Amy struck a chord with her somehow.
"...Is that why she didn't finish me...?"
...Who's she even talking about? Tohru?
"...F...fine...can we please go downstairs and non-lethally help with the pirate problem?"
Her stomach growls loudly again.
"...and see if this tavern has any meat 'cuz I'm still kinda hungry..."
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Spyro and Sparx-Kocsma Tavern
Spyro's face remained flatly unimpressed during Ilulu's unintelligible rant. "Yeah, you sure told me," he says in response, voice heavy with sarcasm. Jeeze, she was really stuck on this whole 'harmony/chaos war' thing, huh?
He let the other field Ilulu's question about lethal force while he tended to Sparx. Poor dude was still shining a dull green after what happened in the swamp. "Hey, sorry about worrying you like that," he tells his best friend while fishing out two butterflies from his bag. Sparx levels a harsh glare at Spyro, before his face softens. "Just don't go doing something like that again, you big dummy!" Sparx buzzes back, but there's no bite to it. Just relief that Spyro's alright. "Yeah, trust me, I don't plan on getting anywhere near another poison bath without an invincibility powerup on me" he replied, tossing the butterflies over to Sparx, who greedily chomps both out of the air. In an instant, he's back to glowing that beautiful bright gold. Feeling better, Sparx flutters up into the air off his pillow and returns to hovering at Spyro's side.
With that taken care of, Spyro listened in on the rest of his teammate's answers to Ilulu. Spyro himself usually never had to worry about lethality when fighting enemies. Most of the bad guys he fought were soldiers created through Gemancy-a brand of magic that turns gemstones into artificial soldiers. HE beats them and poof! They turn back into Gems. That said though, Spyro HAS killed before. It's not his preferred style, but he'll do it, if the situation calls for it-like with the Sorceress. No way SHE was getting out of their fight alive. Not after everything she had planned. Still though-not every fight has to be a lethal one.
Ilulu suggested going down and taking care of the Pirates non-lethally (and getting some grub)', and Spyro decided sure, why not? Let's see how well she can do non-lethal. Spyro was pretty confident that between everyone here, they could keep things from getting out of hand.
"Yeah, why not," Spyro answered. "We can head downstairs, see how things are playing out, and if the pirates start anything, we'll be on hand to help out! And you know" Spyro says to Ilulu, conspiratorially. "There IS a non-lethal way to make a bad guy disappear. You just scare them so badly that they go running for the hills! Really put the fear of the dragon in them!" He flashes her a toothy draconic grin.
Spyro then pauses and considers Ilulu for a moment. "If you still need a recharge, I can top you off no problem," Spyro offers, the offer genuine. Could Ilulu take the recharge, then use her renewed magic to bust out of the inn and escape? Yeah, sure. But Spyro had faith Ilulu would stick around.
Edited by Dezmo on Jan 23rd 2022 at 9:35:24 AM
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Razputin — Kocsma Tavern
“A non-lethal battle? The best kind of battle!” Raz said confidently, snapping his goggles into place and leaping onto his Thought Bubble in readiness. “We've got your back, dragon lady! Whenever we're ready to go, let's go! Unless the pirates have already left. In which case... uhhh... I'll count that as a victory!”
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Avant Heim
Azril cocked her head slightly, but her demeanor didn't change much. "Mmmm, perhaps. But when we've dealt with Death concepts in the past, we could still shave the Ether away from them through repeated killings. Although in the end it took My Lord's Godly Smite in the end to stop them permanently."
"Ohhh.. Hmmm..." Deftly moving around Zagreus to get a closer look, she started poking him, and evading any attempts of his to wave her away. She stopped with a vice-like grip on his wrist when a sound reverberated throughout the chamber. A low, whale-like musical tone. "Nya?!" Her head jerks and she moved her free hand through the air, dispelling the isolation magic that was keeping the two of them away from the outside world.
Still, their physical location didn't change from the cubic room with no physical exits. Her eyes filled with a golden light and she seemed to space out, while continuing to not let go of Zagreus.
Kocsma Tavern (Ilulu)
Upon hearing Spyro's suggestion, Ilulu pauses for a second...before her dull frown slowly shifts into a wide, fanged grin
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"Well...since you're offering."
Ilulu holds out a clawed hand towards Spyro, magic energy visibly drawing out of the purple dragon and into the tiny terrorist. She keeps this going for...quite a while, seems Ilulu can hold more magic than expected! After about a minute, Ilulu puts her hand back down, her body visibly radiating magic energy for a second before she suppresses it once more.
"Lemme go have a 'talk' with these pirates."
Ilulu shoves the door to the room open, making sure it slams loudly against the wall as she heads for the stairs.
Those on the bottom level may have their attention drawn to the stairs by a loud scraping noise, the sound of dragon claws being dragged along a wall. For a few seconds, Ilulu removes the suppression on her magic, allowing any mystically-inclined individuals in the bar to sense something terrifying for just a moment before it disappears once more.
A fully-grown adult dragon is coming down the stairs.
And so she does, floating down to the tavern's first floor with her cloak draped over her body.
"Hiiii..."
For Marie, Gundham, Spyro and Jake, this is the first time they've been able to sense Ilulu's magic since meeting her...and it is immense.
The dragon touches down, barely making a sound as her bare feet make contact with the floor.
Ilulu giggles for a second - not a comforting sound by any definition - before continuing.
"A little friend of mine told me some bad people had come in here...and that just got me curious."
She suddenly throws her cloak back over her shoulders, revealing her enormous claws and bizarre clothing, as if the horns and mouth full of fangs weren't enough indication of this young lady's true nature.
"This place looks fun...so many people, chatting and relaxing...with this many people around, a dragon could really indulge in destruction and bloodshed...doesn't that sound fun?"
She's looking Miss Fortune directly in the eye, smiling as if wondering what color her insides are.
Those with knowledge of dragons or political affairs might recognize this girl as an infamous dragon terrorist - she's Ilulu, an extremist Chaos Dragon zealot known for her bloodthirst and penchant for mass destruction.
Edited by ZodanTheUnbounceable on Jan 23rd 2022 at 11:15:38 AM
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Razputin — Kocsma Tavern
Of course, Raz followed Ilulu. Why wouldn't he? To him, she didn't seem like the type to so readily ignore what had just been said to her when she'd been listening seconds prior. It'd make no sense. So he trusted her under the assumption she was merely aiming to intimidate, as that made perfect sense in his particularly bulbous ten-year-old brain.
“Hehehehehe~! Ohhh, y'know who this lady is already...!” he giggled in a faux-deranged manner, deciding to join in the fun as he used his bug-eyed red goggles to a very alien effect as he leapt up onto a nearby table. “But you don't know I!! The genius psychic gremlin, Goggalor! Her nasty accomplice, her twisted little charge... ready to blow your brains apart without lifting a finger!! BEHOLD!!!”
He promptly used his spectral TK hand to lift one of the pirates present by the back of his shirt, hoisting him up into the air and almost to the ceiling. Raz let out a mad cackle, feeling somewhat vindicated at the act given how his siblings usually threw him around the same way.
“Tremble before me, pirate scum! Feast your eyes on true evil villainy and bow down in your despaaaiiirrr~!”
Edited by Enirboreh on Jan 23rd 2022 at 4:20:00 PM
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Alabama - Kocsma Tavern
Hearing Ilulu asking about going to deal with the pirate problem and mumbling about getting some meat in her Alabama shifted a bit, stood up and spent a few seconds searching her pockets for something. Hearing the room's door slamming open she looks up just in time to see Ilulu's cloak heading for the stairs and calls out in vain, "Wait up a bit, I've got a few coins here for the food...and they're gone already"
Catching a few words from Ilulu's threat to the pirates and sighing a bit Alabama sweeps her coat off her shoulders and puts it on properly while her scythe appears with a blue flash but before she heads after the dragon she turns to the others and says, "I'll try to keep those two from destroying the tavern when they get rid of the pirates" A few seconds after Ilulu and Raz's bombastic entrances, anyone right by the stairs would hear the noise of a rhythmic tapping and fabric dragging along the stairs before a female figure in an admiral's coat and holding a large scythe appears.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs Alabama shoots a glare at the pirates before turning to Ilulu and Raz and shooting a wink at the duo from the eye the pirates can't see and says, "Seems like you two are making nuisances of yourselves again, I'll deal with you later" Turning back to the pirates she points at the tavern door with her scythe and says just two words "Pirates leave"
Deliverer of Chaos
Beauregard Manor
Damar nodded and gave a small smile to the newcomer Atreus.
"Always good to have an extra hand. Especially now that Kled has vanished..." Then the Cardassian heard Usalia's suggestion. "Good idea. After that little fight, we should get something to eat." Damar briefly paused. "However, I'd also like to see if this place has a library. You can learn quite a bit about someone by the books they keep."
Realm of Chaos
Ahriman grimaced as Draigo cast the barrier up around himself... but then smiled as he saw Jake and Jibril take the initiative and launch their own attacks against the Grey Knight. Once more, he raised his Inferno Pistol and fired off several rounds... but also cast another attack spell - this time choosing Breath of Chaos. He knew that most of the energies of that spell would be blocked by the barrier, but if even a little bit bled through, well... that would be quite a fortunate outcome indeed.
Blue-collar mad scientist, at your service!
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Mansion - Koushiro & Tentomon
The flash of relief on Koushiro's face as the group were offered a guest room to rest the injured was quickly overtaken by an all-consuming curiosity as Damar asked about the mansion's library. "Oh, yes! We've been made aware of issues plaguing the area, so any literature on the history or geography or magical undercurrents of the land could be very helpful in offering our assistance. There's much I would like to personally research too, especially regarding-"
He stuttered to a halt just before bringing up Shoto's name, face going red at his near breach of etiquette, and redder again upon realising how quickly and passionately he'd been talking. "That is- err... ah... of course, again, I'll offer any help I can in turn, and... yes, we should definitely... the injured first..."
"What 'e's tryna say," Tentomon butted in, flying himself down behind Shoto and giving the boy an encouraging but gentle nudge forward, "is that he'll help ya get this weirdness all plotted out while I help these sore fellas down into a nice, comfy seat. Atreus, ya said? Ya can follow me and Shoto-han and the two squabblers there." He nodded his head at Bardock and Chief before turning it to Farquaad, taking on a chipper tone that was dangerously close to sounding condescending. "Lead the way, Farquaad-han!"
Koushiro only nodded along quietly with Tentomon's theatrics, trying to bite back an unseemly smile at the prospect of some good books to read.
Realm of Chaos - Tetra
"Syrup's crew?!" That was a nasty wrinkle in the plan. Tetra had hoped her men would've been able to buy at least a day or two of a head start, but evidently their departure from the port hadn't been enough to keep Syrup's attention. She could only hope that they'd at least managed to lure away some of her crew into a wild goose chase.
Still, what was this about Christie's old friend? Adorned with a silver tongue, to be sure, if they could convince that group of ruffians to stop pursuing their prey. If they did manage to turn Syrup's attention elsewhere... well, Tetra wouldn't look that gift horse in the mouth.
(A part of her, of course, was worried that it was a ruse to lower Christie's guard... but no, couldn't be. Syrup's crew weren't that smart.)
"Roger that, Christie. Keep safe, keep your head down, and don't do anything I wouldn't." NiGHTs had just been sent flying underfoot, which Tetra took as a sign that she should focus back on the battle at hand. She tucked the pendant away and then, carefully, climbed up onto her feet. "I shan't cramp your style anymore. I'll see about offering support from the ground, so keep your focus on the skies. Do a good enough job and I'll even tell you more about the pirates."
With a wink that Jake likely couldn't see from the angle, Tetra leapt off his back and tumbled down to the sands below. She took a breath on the way down so that sand wouldn't fill her lungs as she hit the ground and rolled, quickly shaking off her grainy coating as she dashed over to the injured NiGHTs, weapon drawn and eyes on Kaldor.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
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Ch Ao S Re ALM
By the time Tetra got close to NiGHTS, the jester had finished containing at least a good part of the bleeding, by licking the pink, goo-like blood from the cracks. The injury did feel painful, but personally for them, didn't even get an inch close to... the misbehavior punishments they tried to not think about too hard.
"Hey, kid!" NiGHTS greeted the little pointy-eared Visitor, grinning through the pain as to not worry the Visitor. "...No need to worry that much about me. That dull jerk who defends excuses to punish freedom seekers might've gotten me, but that was part of my idea! And he didn't get me out of this game yet!"
Confidently, the purple jester began to shapeshift the whole left arm, intending to make it look more like a weapon. But midway, NiGHTS yelped and the left arm rapidly came back to its normal shape... and began to bleed again.
Her lack of amusement on the face and on the dropping tails of the cowl could be seen from miles. "I don't like that guy. Not a bit." She quietly muttered. "Well, no using this arm for bashes for now!" She said... now starting to wonder how long it would naturally take for it to heal.
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Team A
Beauregard Manor
"'What jewels'?" went Farquaad incredulously, "'What jewels'?! Only a king's ransom in gold and finery, hidden somewhere on this very estate! Don't tell me your parents never mentioned the Beauregard Bonanza?!"
This elicited another fit of nervous giggles from the hunched man, up until a demigod warrior showed up on the doorstep. Farquaad grumbled as Shaggy and the others accepted him in. "Master Shaggy, I accept that you are the inheritor of this estate, and legally speaking that makes you the owner. But must you fill this house with every Tom, Dick and Harry that flounces through? This is a historic plantation manor, not a youth hostel!"
Farquaad rubbed his hands with an impish expression. "Ask him how he feels about scrubbing the dining room, heh heh heh..."
All of a sudden, those closest to the staircase, curving upwards from the left, would feel a chill go down their spine. Turning to the stairs, they saw a man standing halfway down, gripping a lit candelabra. His entrance almost warranted a booming thunderclap. He was tall and thin, in an immaculate suit and cravat, with long black hair that obscured half his face and blended into the shadows behind him. From behind reading spectacles gleamed eyes as red as hot coals, glowering at all the world.
"Ah! Mister Ooyama," went Farquaad. "I trust the upstairs area has been cleaned to perfection?"
"For now." said the stranger in a voice as deep and cold as a Hyperborean cavern.
"Yes, well while you're up there, would you mind escorting these two gentlemen to the guest bedroom? There's a good lad."
Mister Ooyama turned a calculating gaze to Pantheon and Bardock, then without much more than a "Hmph," he gestured to the side with his head, and turned to go back up the stairs again.
"He's on loan from the Takiya Butler's Agency," Farquaad explained. "Not much for conversation, but terribly thorough." As the others made their requests for different rooms, the manservant headed towards the back corridor. "Library is the second door on the right, and the dining room is at the far end on the left. Right this way, and do excuse the state of the kitchen..."
Team B
Chaosrealm
Being neither chaotic nor evil, Jake's fire was more able than most to slip past Kaldor's spell. The Sanctum Sigilum armour glowed red from the searing heat, but the grim knight weathered the blow. His personal Sanctuary held out against the combined assault until at last, it weakened enough that one of Jibril's divine bolts rang true. The grey knight stumbled backwards and cried out as the combined heat and chaotic gas caught up with him. The upper-left side of his body bubbled and drooped until a moment of concentration forced his armour to harden again.
Dropping his shield and sword for a moment, Kaldor whipped from his side a strange weapon- one that looked like a distant cousin of Ahriman's own pistol, and returned fire with two bursts that went rat-a-tat-tat. With his other, somewhat weakened, arm, he raised a hand in Jibril's direction and squeezed the air. A smoky black aura began to surround the Flugel, and she began to feel one of the worst sensations of her long life- it felt as if her connection to her god, to Artosh, was being slowly sliced apart!
Kocsma Tavern
"̶R̴o̶g̴e̴r̶ ̸t̷h̸a̴t̷,̶ ̸C̶h̷r̴i̵s̴t̷i̷e̵.̸ ̷K̸e̵e̸p̶ ̴s̶a̴f̵e̴,̶ ̷k̸e̷e̴p̸ ̵y̶o̶u̴r̴ ̷h̴e̸a̸d̶ ̵d̵o̶w̷n̸,̸ ̷a̴n̴d̷ ̸d̵o̶n̵'̵t̸ ̴d̸o̴ ̴a̴n̴y̸t̷h̶i̷n̵g̵ ̸I̴ ̸w̸o̶u̷l̸d̶n̷'̵t̸.̶"̷
"Better anything YOU wouldn't than the others..." said Christie, allowing herself a giggle. "Come back safe, Captain." With that, she pocketed the charm and slowly slunk back over the side of the bar, still trying to keep out of sight. It was odd, though...for a second, she could have sworn Captain Tetra had said 'Syrup's crew'. Clearly that must have been the static, though. The only pirates that had ever been after them were Miss Fortune's, after all.
That said, many people have speculated that if she'd known exactly why Tetra had said a different name, that she would know a lot more about the nature of the Universe than our heroes do now. And given what Cassiopea had already exposed her to, that was saying something.
Speaking of which, our heroes were currently making an entrance. The slam of a door had got the crew's attention, and now a creepy figure had descended into the entrance hall on leathery wings. The closest drew back a fair distance from her landing spot, the bravest stifled giggles at her bizarre build, while the rest were thoroughly disturbed by her gleeful tones paired with the eyes of a killer- no, of a human butcher.
Then Goggalor entered the scene, and the entire crew burst out laughing. Those who weren't laughing at him were laughing towards him, or at the blustering bushy-bearded buccaneer now dangling in the air just because of some little twerp and his magic tricks.
Manor (Bardock)
"Something's...not right about that Ooyama guy...hey Chief, mind helping me up the stairs? Still feeling like hell..."
Bardock motions that he's about to follow Ooyama, heavily implying that Chief should come along.
Kocsma Tavern (Ilulu)
Ilulu's grin grows wider upon hearing the pirates in the back laughing at her, a few embers of pinkish flame escaping the dragon's jaw and falling to the floor. Concerningly, the wisps of fire coalesce into droplets of liquid that burn holes into the marble floor pattern at Ilulu's feet. An acrid, acidic burning smell drifts upwards from the floor, giving fair warning to everyone in the room that this dragon doesn't spit normal fire.
It isn't long before Ilulu's smile widens into full laughter, the tiny dragon now seemingly joining in with the pirates making fun of her and her allies. As before, her laugh is less joyous and more like a harbinger of imminent, merciless sadism as her gaze doesn't move from the pirates for a second.
"Hahaha! You guys are funny, so guess what? I'm gonna be nice. You guys in the back, giggling at little old me? You get a break! You don't have to watch your friends die!"
A crunching sound can be heard from beneath Ilulu, small shards of marble shooting up around her right leg as the ball of her foot has seemingly smashed straight through the floor and dug a few inches into the stone foundation beneath the tavern. The tiny terrorist seems to vanish for an instant, reappearing in the blink of an eye next to one of the pirates in the back to smash her clawed fist into the side of his head.
"Because you get to die first!"
{I'm a person of my word, this shouldn't kill him...but he won't be getting back up soon.}
To anyone not checking this pirate's vitals, though, this probably looks like a killing strike.
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Gandalf
Gandalf nodded politely to Farquaad and Ooyama. "Well, this is certainly a pleasant place." He commented as he looked around the manor. It was indisputably an improvement from the outside. All the same, he had his suspicions about this place, especially after their recent battle with the undead outside. While he had seen no signs of anything amiss so far, he still kept a close eye on the house, and patiently waited to see if anyone wanted to ask him anything.
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Razputin — Kocsma Tavern
Oof! Hope that guy's okay. And that dragon lady's keeping her word... Raz internally winced, before flexing his fingers and smirking devilishly as he was laughed at. Ah, well. Time to do as a Psychonaut does best!
Using the guy he was holding up he was TK as ammunition, he flung the poor sap towards a collection of his compatriots before allowing the psychic hand to fizzle away; leaping into action with an acrobatic somersault and proceeding to karate-chop his way through the crew next to him using his oversized psychokinetic slappy-hands. Using his TK to fling tables, chairs, and even crewmembers around, he made sure to aim for only disabling or stunning strikes to knock them out rather than injure them severely.
“You dare to laugh at Goggalor, the Psychonautical Gremlin of the Night?! Curse all ye, pirate scum! I will drag you down into the very depths of the Otherworld to join your sunken brothers in the sweet release of death— (gaaaaasp) okay that was actually a really long sentence whoa mama!”
He was flipping and cartwheeling all the while, sliding between the legs of his foes while occasionally flinging dudes towards Ilulu. It was... kinda fun! So long as they weren't getting hurt! That was what was most important, right?
Right?
Raz thought so.
Edited by Enirboreh on Jan 27th 2022 at 12:06:37 PM
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Chaos
"What?!" Jibril hugged herself as her wings held a defensive position. It was the strangest feeling from the depths of her soul. The one thing that could give her comfort in even the worst of situations. Yet it felt as if that which gave her existence meaning was being cut off. Grinding her teeth down, Jibril began to circulate her magical power through her body to reinforce her own concept.
Avant Heim
A conversation ran quickly through Azril's mind. Avant Heim detected a trace of Artosh's divine presence in a very unusual place. "Is it her?" "I Cannot Tell, But It Must Be A Sister." "Hmmm." This place was Chaos, one of the other ethereal planes where gods dwelled besides the heavens. Artosh would invade it eventually, but now was not yet that time. Still Azril smiled. The Imperfect One was the only one that would stray so far from Artosh's works by choice.
Silence stayed for a while with Zagreus forgotten but still in Azril's grip. Then suddenly felt the same sensation that he had felt earlier. Pulled through a hole in space, punching through the dimensions to land on perhaps the strangest one of them all.
Chaos
The pair had materialized a few yards away from the yet on-going fight close to the ground. Azril took a moment to observe her surroundings, before catching sight of Jibril. Releasing Zagreus and without a care as to the rest, Azril launched herself at full speed at her sister, arms out wide.
Jibril noticed her just in time to reflexively float to the side, Azril plowing herself through and shattering a boulder. One shock after another, Jibril shook her head, and shouted curtly at her sister. "Can't you see I'm a little busy here, Elder?" Deciding at this moment that attacking the source of the magical attack would probably help as much as trying to counter the magic, Jibril brandished her Scythe and charged Kaldor.
The new Flugel just emerged from the rubble that she had created, brushing it off as if it were nothing and calling out angrily stamping her feet. "Jibsyyyy! I finally found you after all this time and this is how you greet me nyaa?! I told you to call me Big Sis!" Sighing, she started to take appraisal of what was actually going on around her. She focused on Jibril and Kaldor, with a hand up to her chin trying to figure out what kind of magic Kaldor was using.
Edited by StephanReiken on Jan 27th 2022 at 4:58:14 AM
Zagreus was feeling rather awkward as the conversation stalled and Azril stopped responding to his attempts at getting her attention. The next thing he knew, teleportation was happening again.
Dazed and confused, Zagreus pulled himself up to his feet a little while after he was dropped. Where was he now? It certainly felt off. Strange in a way he couldn't quite place.
Slowly, he turned and noticed the others around him. He called out to them, "erm, I'm not interrupting anything important, am I? I don't suppose anyone here could explain where this is?" It wasn't the Underworld, so... ha, take that, Father!
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Arty the Crossover Lunatic
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NiGHTS did not find the battle scene they witnessed a pleasant sight. Especially, the dark energy Kaldor, apparently the Paladin of Order, used to bind Jibril. The purple jester was preparing to throw themself at their philosophical mirror and let out some harsh words.
They never got to that before more newcomers came, shaking them off the clouding daze of dislike that surely would've gone darker if allowed to spread.
One Visitor that looked partially clothed, the other that apparently was... Jibril's sister? Well, NiGHTS didn't know the full story, but as long as their new acquaintance was fine, the purple jester didn't mind. But the half-clothes guy did look very lost... so, the jester would turn to Tetra. "Stay put and safe. I'll check on one of the new Visitors." She informed, with a quite seriously protective tone. Especially towards a previous victim of her pranks.
With speedy grace, NiGHTS flew until she was face-to-face with the dazed newcomer. "So, these Visitors are seeking their friends, and we've been traveling for a while to achieve this! ...Problem is, that absolute rule-sticking jerk is on the way because he can't accept he defends the WORST concept ever!" She explained the situation to the guy, before taking a deep breath, finally seeing a chance to be more graceful after a wave of stress and frustration Kaldor brought. It was something she dearly wanted to avoid.
"I know it's not the best time for this kind of thing, but I am NiGHTS." NiGHTS introduced herself with a bow. "What is yours, Visitor?"
Come with me, and we will fly, to a Castle in the Sky...
Well, the inhabitants of this realm were... colorfully dressed. Not that Zag could really judge all that much. At least they were being polite, already a step above his captor.
"Oh, I see," he said, like a liar, "and their friend is here? This... place that I clearly know what it is." Father had never thought to inform Zagreus as to the realms outside of the Underworld. Even the Surface was a relative unknown to him.
A name, that he could work with. He gave Ni GHTS a friendly grin and nodded back. "Pleased to meet you, Ni GHTS," he greeted, "I'm Zagreus. That winged girl is Azril, if she told me the truth. Was trying to kill me before dragging me along with her here."
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Alabama - Kocsma Tavern
"That... would not be a good idea to do, people tend to get freaked out when someone does something like that and then someone comes along to try and stop you because they think you're a bad person. People 'disappearing' in a tavern with lots of witnesses around lead to bad things for the one making them disappear," Alabama says hoping to discourage Ilulu from trying to get rid of the pirates in a very violent manner