It's happening again. I have been visited by a soviet mad scientist, a king, a penguin prince of darkness, a house plant god thing, a mystical ancient member, a tired reaper (thank god) + a greeting.
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8 yrs ago
For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
Oh yes, and I did edit this in a little late - mind if I set up the layout of the prison? For now, I plan to create the setting in the hall for "B" classed hexes.
Name: HTS Investigator, Agent Benson Halther Age: 36 Gender: Male Race: Human
Always wearing a suit with a clean appearance, he is for the most part what you would expect to see for a Police Force investigator in a division where the members are titled “Agent”.
Status: Investigator in a division of the police force specifically trained to investigate and take down Hexes; not much of note in the past 3 months. Powers/Abilities: Crack shot - one of the best men in the Police Force with a gun. Bio: Benson Halthar was born in Michigan and was raised to a somewhat wealthy family of cops. Going through school with decent performance, he took up a career in the Police Force. His aim and a few lucky strikes against class D hexes (and one class B) earned him an opportunity to join the Hex Termination Squad portion of the Police force as a junior investigator, an opportunity he readily accepted. He joined as one of the younger members to be offered the position of agent investigator; he was only 28 when most that join were around 30. Since joining the force, he has proven himself a capable agent and fine investigator, having assisted in taking down several D’s, C’s and B’s over the past eight years, and twice helping to take down A’s (although only one of those he actually managed to take down with a gun, the other died because of his own mistake). He is now respected as being one of the finer hands in the Force and one of the first men to come to a scene with suspected Hex activity.
Name: Roither Stallman “The Bender” Age: 57 Gender: Male Race: Hex
His face is his only constant; he likes to change things around completely when in public, changing clothes, color scheme, even putting contacts in for his eyes. He’s of a pretty average height and doesn't stand out much in a crowd, but the way he stares at people never changes and tends to make them uncomfortable.
Status: On the run from authorities; attempting to recruit others to join his cause. Powers/Abilities Extreme Flexibility: He’s capable of bending through average jail bars, squeezing through air vents, anything else that normal humans wouldn’t be able to do. Of course, he won’t go so far as to make himself into a piece of cheese trying to go through mesh - he should have his bodily components together when doing this, and he isn’t capable of going into too tight of spaces. He definitely won’t be going under cracks of doors. Sharp edges are bad and an easy wa to keep him out unless he really decides he wants to get cut up; he can bend his parts back into shape if say, his neck is bent a wrong way or if he dislocates his shoulder (having the pain that would come with those things if they were done without his will, otherwise it feels uncomfortable), but things like bullet wounds and all out cuts aren’t going to be simple and can sometimes be worse if he bends the affected part of the body in his special way. Strong Fighter: Not the most muscular (rather bendy, in fact - imagine that?), but at the same time he is able to hold his own against anyone untrained in fighting (unless he is up against guns - there he is only average), and able to make some pretty good punches on someone who knows his stuff too. Bio: Roither Stallman is a living example of defying the superstitions that had arisen around his kind’s lifespan; that is, if people knew enough about him to actually know his age. His parents had died when he was only 15, killed for being Hex supporters. It is from his parents in that short time that he learned how to fight. Roither was jailed himself after lobbying for the rights of what he would soon to realize were his brothers. He had discovered his power after literally sliding through the casually made bars of his first jail cell. Escape proved easy, as he had the advantage of surprise and his fighting skills to support him. It wasn't until later that people realized exactly what happened… He spent the majority of his life after that taking steadily more advanced measures of fighting for what he felt was right, going from arranging protests that were put down to setting pipe bombs in the doorways of officials and causing chaos, all the while condemning humans for their “new era of racism”. He is not stupid in that he will go out and do these things himself; he tends to recruit others and the amount they know of what they are actually doing varies, following the one time he was sent to jail for participating in one of the protests. He was labelled a “Dangerous Terrorist” by just about all state and national law organizations and remains on the list of the Top Wanted Hexes today when he escalated his activities. He is classified as class B, even though he is honestly more of a C, due to the difficulties of capturing him and his combat skills getting him out of sticky situations in the very few times he has gotten himself in them. Recently, he hasn’t gone far, being forced to lay low for many years. His time is growing short, his reflexes are slowing down, and he isn’t going to win one of these days. He needs to make a final bang that the world will remember, and possibly find some assistants to do it.
Artholath's battle reflexes and nature allowed him to not take the absolute worst of the axe assault; however, it did make impact and created a huge vertical gash leaking blue demonic blood and unleashing what was almost a blizzard out of it. More and more desperate, he swiped all talons and his arms at Marceline, attempting to do as much damage as possible before he would be too heavily weakened.
Given that it is @Slendy's lore, I would like his permission first, but how does a reaper that essentially acts as a counterbalance and leans more on the side of evil sound?
A long, dark gasp of what sounded like a dying man’s breath filled the kingdom. To most, it was a trick of the wind. To some, it was a mystery. To the gods… it was the signal of gloomy old Krypton’s return.
Of course, the noise came from his energy sucking through a small hole in the coffin in which he appeared, making a most unholy sound as his essence combined into one poor old skeleton that had been buried for a thousand years. His staff appeared on top of this skeleton, as did the folks of his cloak around him. The ribs - or, more accurately, the cage - held no souls, as he had sent them all off before he was finally banished by those Mage Lords.
He attempted to rise… and almost cracked his skull on the thick concrete lid.
So this is how the undead has to deal with it...
Kicking upwards, he sent that pesky lid into the walls of an old abbey.
He rose, looking around at his surroundings. He expected millions, many millions of souls to be wandering across the world. Gods able to see them would no doubt be annoyed if there even were any around. It was in part a blessing - that was one thing he didn’t miss. Gods bitching about souls walking up to them and demanding their lives back or whatever nonsense they came up with. Well, both the souls and the gods. He met some rather obnoxious souls in his day too.
First order of business, of course, was assembling his crew of reapers. All cold hearted - souled - they had done their work quite well. He even had some free time in the end before the other gods pissed off the Mage Lords for whatever reason.
But the first thing he had to do was find souls worthy of his time.
Krypton stepped out of the doors of the abbey. He hadn’t meant to knock the door down, he just pushed on it and it came down, so that made things perhaps a little easier.
In the far north, souls weren’t nearly as common. Still, he saw a few moping about, no doubt bemoaning their existences, how they couldn’t interact or make anyone not a Mage lord or God see them. He didn’t care, it was humans that put him out of duty. He would probably reap the souls and keep the bodies… it was time for a little… population control. No doubt there was overpopulation form the other gods not being around for their duties, so he had to take care of that too.
“Oi, bonehead! Watch what turf you’re on. I know you aren’t one of those thick skulled humans, not that I can see the difference!”
Who dares speak such insolence?! Krypton gave his best attempt at a glare to a short human, obviously a spirit, who had yelled up to him.
“Yeah, bonehead, I’m talking to you! This is my abbey, now get the hell out of here!”
Krypton could only stand and watch, the sheer insolence of this human who was insulting him too overwhelming.
“Did you hear me, dumbass?! Get the hell out of here!”
Krypton was utterly stunned at how this… human had managed to work up the courage of Vas or the sheer madness of Lethos, to insult the representation of death itself.
Krypton finally managed to speak, concealing his complete indignation with his cold voice of death. “Do you know to whom you speak, insect?”
The human looked at Krypton with a stare of utter confusion. He had never been insulted before. “Insect? Insect?! A bonehead like you, calling me an insect?! You couldn’t match half of my power! I have defeated a dozen foes in my spirit form and nearly a hundred brigands in my day! You - are - nothing!” Nonetheless, the vice of Krypton did make him a little weary.
Krypton grew tired of this. “And you have not reaped a million souls; you have not dealt with the bickerings of gods, you have not heard the insolence of humans, nor have you controlled a ten thousand strong horde. Yet, I admit on my own end, I have never met one so… insolent and pathetic a bug as you. Fight me? Do please, take a shot.”
The human spirit laughed. “You’re almost not worth fighting! I’ll make this quick-” he sent a punch at Krypton’s ribs, only to his growing horror find that his fist, and steadily his arm, was being sucked in. “What is this?!” he yelled.
“Congratulations. You are the first soul in the new era to have been reaped.” the soul, screaming while being sucked in, quieted down as it was completely sucked into his rib cage.
Well, I am planning to have my Hex do something in regards to the prison... and the agent is looking for some work... so I'll dig something up after I finish an entrance for another RP.
