Doc Doctor

ALL HOPE IS GONE (Xavier Vs. Auz)

@Xavier Bloodbayne

Auz was dealt a mortal blow, however, he had the initiative to pierce Xavier's skull, holding his opponent's head in place with the sword and driving the thin blade home with not just the muscles in his abdomen, but in his arm and legs as well. Were such to occur, then Auz would slump to the ground, losing huge amounts of blood. He'd have just enough time for that farewell he promised.

"Sorry to have 'holed' you up for so long, bastard. I know it was a 'stab' in the dark... UGHHHH..."

*Sad death scene music began playing as Auz gacked, camera view panning up high to get a bird's eye view of the dead*

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@Prostagma

"Then how about this!? BERSERKER SOOOOUUUL!!"

Fuubi immediately slammed down a quick play spell card. Suddenly, the Magical Merchant's eyes turned red. Its body began to grow, swelling with corded muscle, thorax sprouting spiked ridges. As it reached a height of nine feet, each of its six arms arched into its backpack and in turn, neatly removed a thick, gilded dagger.

"At the price of sending my hand to the grave, I can use the deadliest spell card in the game... And now, I chain Volcanic Scatter shot, who was in my discarded hand!"

Fuubi jammed his last cards into the Graveyard. The scattershot he sent would lauch a sudden fireball out of the grave to inflict 500 damage to Marina.

"I can send up to eight cards from the top of my deck to the Graveyard, and for each monster sent, YOU TAKE 500 DAMAGE! HEEEEAAAAAUUUUBLBLBLBAUUUGHH!!!"

With a mad battle cry, Fuubi began viciously drawing cards. With each monster he drew and flung to the Graveyard, Magical Merchant would aim a jagged slice at Marina with one of its many daggers.

Each monster sent seemed radically different from the next, as if there were no common theme to Fuubi's deck. A submarine, a white furred monster, a woman in a jumpsuit, another scattershot (delivering a second 500 lp fireball to Marina's life points), a goblin in what seemed to be a ninja gi, a heavily armored robot, and at last a spell card, forcing the chaotic barrage to a smoking halt and potentially leaving Marina void of life points.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@Prostagma
@Ammokkx

"Not at the merchant! Look at my deck!"

As the monster's effect occurred, Fuubi's deck began shrinking as absolutely ridiculous amounts of cards were sent to the graveyard. After a full sixteen monsters were milled, Fuubi finally drew a spell. He flashed it at Marina so she could see its color.

Now as a chain, several effects will take place! First... Sylvan Komushroomo! Its effect lets me destroy a trap or spell on your side of the field!"

If Fuubi destroyed Marina's trap without a hitch, then he'd carry on.

"Next, Sylvan Marshaleaf activates! Its effect destroys one of your monsters, leaving you wide open for my mightiest attack! MAGICAL MERCHANT, ATTACK WITH YOUR HORRIFYING SIX-ARMED SEXUAL ASSAULT!!"

If Marina's field was cleared, the insect would jog up to her and begin making lewd gestures at her with its many arms, unleashing the full power of its pathetic 200 ATK.

Castle of the Immortals CLOSED REBBOTED

@Cuccoruler

The more the merrier!

Castle of the Immortals CLOSED REBBOTED

@Cuccoruler@AlicePleasanceLiddell

Mahzun nodded, arms opening as if he were proving he had nothing to hide.

"A breeding ground for the humans, a feeding trough for us. Of course, it will be discreet, sanitary, and humane. Only the sick and elderly will be fed upon, so as to put them out of their pain. Our food will thrive, and so will we.

Mahzun lied straight to the Queen's face. He knew how things worked. First he had to coax her into allowing the plan to progress. Then, once it was all said and done, George and Mahzun would have and endless supply of victims, a personal pantry of horror. Any consequences to follow didn't matter. All the sadistic junkie wanted was to be able to get his fix all day every day, by any means possible.

The Queen might have noticed a trend evolving from Mahzun's behavior. He was getting bolder and more ambitious, sometimes daring even to antagonize residents in plain sight now. He was testing her, poking and prodding at the Queen's resolve to see how far he could go, and whether or not he could gradually stress her limits to further depths.

"We are bound by blood, were siblings, /are/ siblings. Have you no faith left for me, Aurora? I am not a perfect creature. I know I am repugnant to you, to the rest of the family. Have you considered that I too, have self awareness? Allow me this opportunity to show you that I am capable of compassion..."

Even as Mahzun spoke, black thoughts curdled in his brain, roiling about like a foaming cancer of hate. It was a special hate, the kind only an addict knows when something stands between them and their drug.

~Bitch. I'll fuck with you for this. I'll fuck with you... And one day when I get tired of fucking with you, I shall choke you with the guts of your heir...~

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@Prostagma

Still in the neighborhood?

Castle of the Immortals CLOSED REBBOTED

@Cuccoruler@AlicePleasanceLiddell

Mahzun's eyes narrowed into black slits, and he pointed a stained talon at George.

"Servants and structures are cosmetic, like your beard. I do not care for neither. Food and the service of a murderer, however... Are invaluable."

Mahzun twisted to face the Queen as she entered, giving her a slight bow, but with derision in his steady gaze. He then stiffened at George's words, a few yellow teeth glinting as he smirked.

"Consider the definition of expendability George. To earn entitlement, one must have..."

Mahzun stared at the Queen's eyes, a nasty, knowing look.

"Leverage."

He directed his voice to the Queen now.

"Before you send George away, there is a matter concerning us all. We want some land, and your grace on an endeavor."

Castle of the Immortals CLOSED REBBOTED

@Cuccoruler

George would find Mahzun hunched over the woman's now unclothed body, his redworm tongue crammed halfway down her throat like a straw in a juicebox. It pulsed rhythmically as surges of blood were sucked out of Theo from the inside-out. Mahzun liked the fingers and eyes, but had saved them for George this time around. He preferred his meals to be liquid anyways. He had still broken her up a bit, snapped a few bones here, twisted a few limbs there. Blood always tasted better when imbued with the adrenaline of fear, with endorphins extracted by way of pain. He'd notice George having entered, the shadows cloying but presenting no obstacle to their nocturnal sight, two figures in the dark. Mahzun enjoyed one last sucking gulp that made the woman's emaciated frame flex into itself from the pressure before letting loose of his food and rising. The corpse seemed to reinflate slightly. Mahzun's belly bulged beneath his robe, like one pregnant. When Mahzun spoke, it was with rasping, wheedly little sentences as curt as they were short.

"Hello there, George. It is good to see you. Have some, while we converse. I want to talk about some things. About the human farm and the queen."

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@Satoshi Kyou

We're in the school courtyard.

Castle of the Immortals CLOSED REBBOTED

The sound of the door creaking open was almost painful. A human face, flushed white with fear, peeked out and into the hallway. The woman's breath hitched in her throat and she ducked back behind the door, turning the knob so that when it closed, there would be no loud click. In a chamber five rooms down, a keening warble of a voice called out, worse than the squeak of the rusted door hinges.

"I heeeear you. Such a noisesome little cricket. Stay where you are now, and I'll find you..."

A lanky shadow hovered out of the chamber and slid down the hall, making no noise. It paused at the woman's room, twitching faintly. There was a slight, wheezing sigh of satisfaction. Slowly, ever so slowly, a long and pointed ear, the color and texture of wax, eased towards the door. It pressed firmly up against the dark mahogany, there was baited breath. Somewhere beyond the wood, in a corner sheltered in blackness, there was a muffled sob.

Spidery fingers wrapped about the knob, ending not in nails but in gnarled talons, cracked and yellowed. When a feline licks you, its tongue rasps. Much in the same way, a long pointed tongue, resembling some kind of tubular subtropical ground worm hued a brilliant, striking red, slid up the front of the door. The human huddled tighter, for all the world picturing a great serpent rubbing itself across the comparatively flimsy barrier.

That had all occurred two hours ago. For two hours, Theo had tried to imagine herself elsewhere, somewhere with familiar faces and a sun in the sky. Daydreams don't last forever though, not unless you're insane. Feeling very close to being such, Theo at last hesitantly pushed herself to her feet. There was no chamber pot, no bathroom, and she felt like her bladder was going to burst. She considered peeing right there on the hardwood, considered it very seriously, and at last decided to wait just a little longer. This was not her home, and she felt it most unwise to provoke a second monster into stalking her.

The sounds had stopped quite a while ago. Now, at this point in time, Theo knew she had two choices. Remain in this room and wet herself, wait in her own filth until something found her...
Or try to escape, as impossible as it seemed. She was not brave. Her cheeks were puffy and swollen, her eyes bloodshot and glazed over with a now innate sense of blind, nauseous anxiety that had been wrought as a result of the horrors she had been subject to over the course of the last two days. She hadn't slept a wink. Not since she had agreed with the old monster to play a game of hide and seek. She almost wished she hadn't. She hadn't been hunted so much as haunted, and by now was entirely convinced of which state of being was the worst.

She edged up to the door and listened. Nothing. She peered through the old brass keyhole. Nothing. She carefully twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
It's quite easy to open a door. For Theo, however, the task took nine minutes. She was able to do it slow enough to not so much as put a ripple in the thick aura of quiet which so permitted the fourth floor of the castle.

Heel toe. Heel toe. Heel toe.

Tippy toe. Tippy toe. Tippy toe.

She whirled around, something flitting in the corner of her vision. Her fully dilated eyes were wide and, for a second, quite literally stupid with fright. She pissed herself. She knew not what she had just seen, but it had felt like a dream caught in an instant. Something capering back into the pitch black shadows of the hall behind her. She almost immediately regained rational thought and realised that it could have easily been her imagination.

She let out a breath and glanced down at her soiled nightgown. Behind her, a scarecrow arm that was too long to belong to a human craned out to brush against her hair.

"Found yoooou..."

Throughout the castle, the other vampires would be able to hear the gut twisting, animal screams that only humans in the worst kinds of anguish can make. Old Mahzun was at it again, and it likely wasn't going to win him any popularity contests.