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[color=gold][h3][b][i][u]     Hohenheim, The Alchemist of Genesis     [/u][/i][/b]
[i][sup][sup]Current Location: Hohenheim's Castle[/sup][/sup][/i]
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[color=gold]"So, I can see that someone else thought about not squandering their fist round roll. Well, let us see what fate has in store for the Infernal Bootlickers, shall we?"[/color] Despite her lack of even the least speck of respect for anyone other than herself, Hohenheim was amused that someone finally had decided to break the boredom established by almost everyone else. One could very well infer the smirk on her face by the tone of her voice as she announced the [b][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1617]card that had been drawn[/url][/b] for the Demons, under Sliske's request. [color=gold]"Number eighteen, The Moon! That'll be a fun one, hahaha!."[/color]

With a snap of the Alchemist's fingers, the world around the Demon's seemed to shift and weave. A strong nausea would take them, forcing the Demons to their knees, puking. However, instead of whatever contents their stomachs may have, what came out of their mouths was a black, oily ichor, a living shadow, if you will call it so. Soon enough, it began to form and take shape as Hohenheim explained what had just happened. [color=gold]"I hope you appreciate a bit of your own looks at the mirror. Before each of you is a doppelganger, a being that represents all the repressed feelings, the fear, lust and darkness on your hearts. As well as having absolutely the same powers and appearance as you all. They are going to try to kill you naturally, as soon as I finish this speech. I hope your narcissistic lot like fighting yourselves. Hahahaha!"[/color] And, just as Hohenheim finished her speech, the Nausea would pass, but not before the doppelgangers made their first move.

Fran's clone rushing at her, trying to bind her with a copy of her own lasso, before axing the original up the face.

Henry's clone opening his own gates trowing a pair of grenades at his counterpart, before drawing a pair of sub machine guns the greedy demon knew too well and opening fire with a fit of insane laughter.

Balrog's clone didn't lost a moment in planting his feet on the ground and unleashing all his dakka at his original... and whatever else was on the way.

Gelgath's clone summoned a wave of ice soldiers to fight his own original, before rushing to meet him with a copy of his own axe.

Suparna's clone attempted to consume her original, in a gruesome battle that's better left on the fringe of imagination.

And, finally, Sliske's clone summoned one of his War Father's, commanding it to begin spawning minions, before trying to take advantage of Sliske's recovering state to blast him with two fireballs.

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