Why can't you? Just have the non posting characters get knocked out or whatever, prompting a whole different set of actions from the remaining ones.
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Brent was fine with losing. It was pretty shitty, of course, and pretty dislikable, but losing was just a part of winning, and thus, no matter how many times he was defeated, the Arbiter had no trouble with bouncing back.
But there was one exception.
Brent refused to lose to himself. Even if he had to tear his body and mind apart, there was no way that the Brent of the present would allow himself to be weaker than the Brent of the past. No matter what, he would, at the very least, match himself in any task he performed. He would not surrender, not settle for anything less than his very best.
And yet, and YET!
THIS TAIL OF HIS.
HE COULD NOT FUCKING CATCH IT.
Unable to react, or perhaps uncaring, the Rift Beast faced Azure Aeon’s foot head on, the larger God of War’s steel-blue boot slamming into its cavernous face. Forward momentum stopped suddenly, it spun thrice in the air as it was launched back, before its massive claws dug into the ground. Dust and dirt kicked up as the abyssal monster skidded to a stop, six eyes still not focused on the giant that stood before it.
Half its teeth were broken off, falling like rain as pitch oozed from its wound.
A wave of plasma washed over its body, scorching shut the open wound but introducing a whole other collection of injuries as a foul stench wafted from its half-melted flesh.
From the distant cliffs, a silver light surpassed the speed of sound, before piercing the giant being’s back. Moments later, the Talentium staff’s shockwave caused its entire body to shudder violently.
And yet, it did not fall. Another ear-splitting roar resounded as it drove past its own pain and injuries, its tongue lashing out in front of it as it positioned itself into a quadrupedal stance, before launching itself forwards, barreling towards the God of War.
A charge? No, a feint to the right and then a break away to the left!
Even after reaching such challengers, it still sought to advance, following a trail that only it could see.
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Half its teeth were broken off, falling like rain as pitch oozed from its wound.
A wave of plasma washed over its body, scorching shut the open wound but introducing a whole other collection of injuries as a foul stench wafted from its half-melted flesh.
From the distant cliffs, a silver light surpassed the speed of sound, before piercing the giant being’s back. Moments later, the Talentium staff’s shockwave caused its entire body to shudder violently.
And yet, it did not fall. Another ear-splitting roar resounded as it drove past its own pain and injuries, its tongue lashing out in front of it as it positioned itself into a quadrupedal stance, before launching itself forwards, barreling towards the God of War.
A charge? No, a feint to the right and then a break away to the left!
Even after reaching such challengers, it still sought to advance, following a trail that only it could see.
@Click This@Polaris North@Vega7285
To be fair, Fireball, Pyromania and Lightning Bolt are also super duper hella generic. So really, it could be seen as a reference, or it could just be stretching it.
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Moe's current outfit. Got short shorts underneath, because no one wants to see her boring panties.
Moe's current outfit. Got short shorts underneath, because no one wants to see her boring panties.
Purple Heart Arcade
Huh? Who was this nosy goody-two shoes? Tilting her head upwards more, Moe’s first instinct was to shoot a death glare and tell that person to buzz off before they got a fist sandwich. Her magenta eyes softened, however, when it turned out that it was nothing but a blondie who was even more bored than Moe. After all, you had to be either hella desperate for friends or hella bored of life if you made it a thing to pick up randoms in arcades when you couldn’t even fuck them.
Oh, no, apparently, she was just happy she ‘won’ a cute plushie that probably cost more in change and effort than it took for the store to purchase from a warehouse. Amazing, and was she trying to show off how popular she was with boys, implying that she literally had no girlfriends to hang out with? Moe snorted, before peeling her face off from the machine.
“Yeah, you look like the type to have boys all over you,” the pink-haired girl remarked flatly, “and piss off all the other girls with your popularity. Don’t care enough though. The arcade’s giving me a headache now, so why the hell not?”
Hopping off her chair, Moe brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, before a cheeky, toothy smile emerged, one fist raised up to her new acquaintance. “Name’s Yumekawa Moe. Whisk me away, sweet prince. I hope your treasury is great enough for a princess-size meal!”
Free food always served as useful bait for the carnivorous being that was Moe, especially when her parents were both Spartan niggards.
Name: Moe Yumekawa
Age: 14
History: The Yumekawa family had always been about competition. Her father was merely a middling academic with an above average score in Deep Ground Online, but through vicious backdoor agreements and cutthroat business deals, Yumekawa Fitness is now one of the largest health and fitness corporations worldwide, filled with sweaty macho men getting swole and 40 year old housewives trying to burn off body fat. On the other side of the spectrum, Moe’s mother was a competitive kickboxer, only recently retiring due to injuries. With such strong-willed parents on both sides, Moe’s childhood was filled with both loud, violent arguments as well as loud, violent love-making scenes.
It became obvious to her at an early age that love was a war she didn’t want to get into, and though she did want to become a princess as a young girl, what she wanted more was to become a princess that could snatch away the prince from some random tramp on the streets.
As she got older, that interest in being a princess faded, but working out and practicing martial arts never did, and Moe went into Deep Ground Online as a small demon child, quickly joining up with the Scarlet Harleys because beating the shit out of real players was way more satisfying than exploding Dissolutions.
Sure, rising to the top was fun, but so was kicking others down.
Personality: Cheeky and aggressive, Moe’s primary personality point is her absolute lack of empathy and her love for simple answers. A friend has crippling depression due to bullying in school? Either suck it up or break a bat over those bullies’ heads. Her cousin wants relationship advice about a messy relationship? Stop dawdling about and fuck the dude already. She’s foul-mouthed and direct, never bothering to hide her intentions or hesitate when it comes to getting what she wants. After all, there’s just so many things to enjoy and so many things to work for. Lazing about is for losers and backpedallers.
A meathead brute in the form of a 14 year old girl, Moe has yet to fully deal with the suffering that is puberty and adolescence.
Avatar Class: Rogue - Ranger
Avatar Title: Mauve Night
Avatar Level: 3
Avatar Guild: Scarlet Harleys
Other: Currently uses a level appropriate hand gun, enchanted to increase accuracy.
And I'll post tonight, just to show off my superior speed.
Help? But it was definitely looking like the rest of the group had things settled down now. Hiraku almost felt a little sorry for the giant angry teddy bear, who had more or less been unable to do anything. Ensnared, set ablaze, punched, and then cut? The real monsters were truly the members of the Miura Youth Organization, and all things considered, the blue-haired youth already felt like he had done a good job. After all, he had alerted everyone to evacuate from the area that the teddy bear came from, talked all about what to do and what not to do (even though that was ignored), and TECHNICALLY kept Aoi from doing anything too reckless.
God knows what sort of hijinks she’d be trying to involve herself in if he wasn-
His yellow eyes blinked. What. She wanted to get somewhere high?
“Uh…………”
Hiraku knelt down on one knee, before patting his shoulders, motioning for her to sit on them.
“….okay?”
God knows what sort of hijinks she’d be trying to involve herself in if he wasn-
His yellow eyes blinked. What. She wanted to get somewhere high?
“Uh…………”
Hiraku knelt down on one knee, before patting his shoulders, motioning for her to sit on them.
“….okay?”
The ocean of words encapsulated himself once more, and he knew that he had lost.
That this was undeserved.
But it still fell, more and more droplets sinking into his skin, his flesh, his organs, his bones, permeating every inch of his meat, as his silver blood carried this new stimulation into the wrinkles of his brain. New ideas were forming, indecipherable, meaningless. It oozed in, at its own apathetic pace, manifesting into yet another word.
The third gift from that sea of nonsense, from the generous vastness that cared not for his own will.
Overtime.
Would he ever grow stronger from winning?
He opened his eyes, confirming a result he was already aware of.
No, his power, his connection with Dreamcatcher, didn’t work that way, did it? It was powered by failures only. Failures that emerged even with the best of his efforts. So much planning, so much discussion, so many years spent forging his body and his mind, only for it all to be nullified by what? People whose powers gave them such strength that he’d never get close even if he pumped himself full of steroids. People who could wield a nigh infinite amount of powers just because they had ‘one’.
And then, this juggernaut of a human, capable of shredding buildings with her manifestations, even after receiving such a blow on her head. Telekinesis that could both move and completely erase matter? As well as transform into a variety of other objects, while still maintaining fine enough control that one could go from airlifting their allies quickly and quietly to crushing someone’s legs into powder?
Ah, hilarious.
With a power like that, how did he even get a sneak attack off on Hazel? What a badass. A matter destruction power like that would probably even be a match for Shane, wouldn’t it? First create a dome of that telekinetic force around her to make a nigh-impenetrable shield. Then launch attacks within to create a super mobile, super destructive tank. Maybe he was underestimating the pink-haired badass, but on the other hand…powers didn’t care for titles like ‘East’s Strongest Arbiter’.
Shane, after all, couldn’t put a scratch on the absolute invulnerability of the bloodsucker.
Perhaps he was underestimating the man though. Perhaps he was overestimating the woman though. Perhaps he was just wallowing in some strange sort of self-pity. Perhaps he should stop.
On the big screen, Hazel rose up once more, before launching herself downwards, taking down Emma instantly.
Ah, what a bad-fucking-ass. Both a terrible power and an unwavering determination, all accompanied by a stone-cold, expressionless face. He knew now that she was also the one that cleanly cut through the roof, the one that instantly destroyed all of Emma’s tulpas, the one that caused practically all the mass destruction in this fight. It had been team 4 against Hazel, and Hazel had won. Incredible! Between like and dislike, Brent figured that he liked that.
Yeah, he was going to focus on what he liked, and ignored everything else that stewed within.
Hazel’s power, her pragmatism, and her tenacity. Like.
Emma not folding over completely until all was lost. Like.
Gregory’s booby trapping, regardless of how useless. Like.
Zoe’s singular, perhaps unnecessary, save of Hazel. Like.
Sophia not getting hurt at all in this. Like.
Ernie’s rope trick. Like.
The fact that they went into this with high spirits. Like.
Brent let a deep breath hiss out from his teeth, before rolling off the cot he was in. His body was fine too. No aftereffects of getting tazed at all. Another thing to like: Christmas’s healing ability. Yeah, there was nothing to be angry or disappointed at, right? There were so many likeable things about this Flag-and-Seek match! Team 4 lost cleanly against a single individual! Switch Hazel out with someone like Marcus and things would have been way closer! It was really just the administration’s fault for tossing a heavyweight into a group of lightweights.
It was so fucking fun, making excuses when he knew that it was all his fault! When everything fell apart because he didn’t have the techniques ready to knock someone out without threatening literal death! When his power was so fucking useless in all these situations because he didn’t have the tools beforehand to do so! When he fucked up in the very beginning, or when he got everyone thinking that this would be a simple fight! When he didn’t fully consider every single possibility, or equip his allies with strategies in case he got knocked out early! When he didn’t even even even e-
“Hey, Lawrence, right?” he called, a smile on his face, “Name’s Brent. Mind handing my stuff back? Machete, gun, and phone. Don’t think there’s anything left of my pants though. Pretty interesting move, by the way, using that in place of rope. Where did you learn that from?”
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