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Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

I just looked back through my posts for the past year or so. Aside from a single "is this dead" check I made 5 months ago, all of my pings for Shinny have been to ask questions and always in the OOC here. I hardly consider that nagging, and Shinny even seemed to appreciate some of the questions I directed at them. I wasn't able to locate an instance of me "hounding" anyone in other topics.

Anyway, what's the problem with getting everyone's input? If you ask me, it only makes sense to talk to everyone and see if they all agree with how to move forward. If you're not cool with that, you and Alucroas could just make another thread and pretend that you two are the only ones left and continue it as a 1x1. I don't think anyone could object to that. But here you have other players and no consent to do anything with any of them.

Additionally, if I decide not to continue, and if I need to write out my character, I will do so myself or have it done by a player of my choosing.

@BrokenPromise

roleplayerguild.com/posts/5594158

You need to seriously reconsider how you come off to others. Most people in this hobby aren't going to tell you that you're being annoying until you've pushed their final button, and that's fair, most people aren't in this hobby to argue with someone and will just choose to leave an undesirable situation rather than stress out on their free time. I appreciate that you don't come from a combat-heavy background so maybe you've got habits from other venues and maybe you just thought you were being cute with that comment, but let me be very clear, you have come off as a nag, you've consistently tried to push this thread in a direction you wanted it go at a pace you wanted to go and it has made the experience less pleasant than it could have been.

Maybe not for everyone, but certainly for the host.

Anyways, I'm not interested in a protracted argument with you, and we are interested in continuing this thread. If you want to write yourself out you can do to that and if you want to stick around you can do that too, but if you haven't posted by the time I'm prepared to post then I'll write you out myself. Not out of malice. But it's unfair if we choose to fight and then you decide several turns later that you actually did want to stick around and show up just as everyone is exhausted and on the verge of death, so, like I did with Spickle when she wasn't interested in continuing I'd just say boxes fell and suddenly you're gone.

Or something similarly non-offensive.

As far as traps and artifacts go, yeah that was interesting, Shinny's gone now and Toyale is his baby. I'm not interested in anyone taking his place. And like I said. You've been kind of unpleasant to deal with the entire time so I'm not deeply interested in talking with you about how you want to run the Toyale, it's not your thread, it's not what Shinny intended when he stepped down. We can potentially talk about a time limit if you want. But if you really want to run a DnD style battle royale I honestly just suggest running your own, it could be really interesting, but I don't want to participate in it or see this turn into it.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

I've spoken to Shinny personally about this dude, your nagging is what caused him to leave the thread in the first place, you literally followed him into a thread that had nothing to do with you to hound him to post here. So yeah. I know what his intent was, you either want to post or you don't, but either way we're continuing.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

Alright, if you want to drop out that's fine, Alucroas can write you out when he responds.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

Pretty sure Shinny's intent was just for this to turn into a regular 5-way fight from here on out.

Though Lysander and Alucroas may be moving slow for a while, we're hosting a tournament elsewhere.

Battle Toyale — Christmas Rumble!

Well, no clue who else is around, but I'll fight whoever.

Anshin vs Lysander VII: How the Cookie Crumbles...

“I did not think the great Lysander would turn into a coward in his old age…” The dragon rumbled.

Rumbled as if waking from a deep slumber with the shedding of its mortal coil, of its human disguise, exposing the arrogant and bloodthirsty thing that had been lurking beneath the surface all this time. For a thousand upon a thousand years, Unaru had been training himself to restrain that ugly serpent, he had found inner peace through practicing the martial arts and raising his children but always shadowed by the reflection of his true self in every suppressed action. Was Lysander happy to see it again?

Anshin’s transformation stopped where it was, with just a fraction of his true power peeking through. Subtly taunting his rival as if letting him know that a mere five-percent was all he needed to handle this deranged mummy wearing the flesh of his old foe. He thrust his hand to the sky. His fingers open as those emerald fists drifted into position overhead, this same technique had trounced Cee once, that arrogant android who had called herself the Queen of Violence within earshot of the True King. Lysander was stronger than a tincan, surely, so he added another to the mix and another after that. Each newly appeared fist clasping over the wrist of the previous one that had formed in front of it until a few seconds later—an eternity in the timeline of a battle such as this—a meteor of knuckles filled the hole they had just tumbled through. Blotting out the sky. Casting a glittering veil of emerald down on the candy wonderland before Unaru’s fingers clenched—his fist fell—and the cave roared.

Heaven’s Judgment Sweeps Away All Sin

It was not specifically aimed at Lysander, instead, it slammed into the green space between them. Crushing the hill beneath its knuckles like it was nothing. Sending a shockwave rippling through every corner of the factory until foundations split and smoldering unprocessed liquid candy flooded the halls. Until little orange men fell screaming in horror down into the depths of dark chocolate bedrock and Wonka himself was devoured in the exploding of some candy themed gadget and all at once it was like the apocalypse had taken place localized to this one very specific location in Candy Land. Brought on by this hand of an angry god embedded deep into the foundation of the factory itself…

Then, just a few minutes later after the rumbling was done, the emerald fists began to disappear. Turning into motes of glittering emerald light one after another before returning to the dream from whence all of Unaru’s near infinite ether seemed to come, until there was only the grinning dragon.

“Alright, we can go for that drink now, but I destroyed the factory just like I came for, so I win.”

How Many Kicks To The Center Of An Ass-Whooping?

Nudara barely heard Rextep over the roaring inferno at his back and even that was a distant murmur. What was more important to him than the vampire’s praise was the fact that he leveled those guns in his direction and pulled the trigger three more times, each shot playing out in slow motion, from the squeeze of his finger to the little explosion down the barrel winked at him like a train barreling down the other side of a tunnel while flinging another slug. Like a train there was no stopping him. Nudara had already committed to launching himself forward and he now had the momentum of an entire hospital wing exploding keeping him going, he was in line to get shot, but the same void that had slurped up all the oxygen in the surrounding area and attempted to do the same to Rextep dragged them off their trajectory towards the Black Prince’s center mass where his own hand waited to snatch them out of the air.

KRRRK!!!

One slug had been strong enough to fling him to the side so three slugs definitely cracked something in the prince’s right hand, ripping through the leathery flesh of his palm, causing at least one bone to break through the flesh on the back of his hand and turning his fist into a smoldering hateful meteor. But the slugs had most certainly been stopped in their tracks. The slugs had been melted down into a single molten mass in the palm of his hand by the black fire spilling from his grasp and he charged.
Translating pain into psychic impetus that kept that fiery hound roaring forward and carried him through the stone opening only to collapse onto the ground beneath the hail of waiting cover fire.

“G̴̘͠͠É̵͉̲̊T̴̬͐́ ̵̣͐H̵I̶̪͒́M̸̳̆ͅ!”

The Prince snarled from his floor, pointing with a bloody finger, the Black Tongue filling the space between his words with an awful static that wrenched at the semi-sentient black fire construct that chased him and dragged its attention towards Rextep. Lupine head turning. Curving along the wall and avoiding the majority of Rex’s cover fire but still earning several gaping holes in its black body. Nudara’s construct howled with fury, angry at having its life prolonged by the prince’s pain, voice sounding like an out of control wildfire consuming an entire forest in the brief moment before it crashed down on top of Rex’s position. It had lost volume along the way. But still it hit like a bomb—shattering windows. Shaking concrete foundations. Sending cracks splintering through the floor and threatening to cave it in beneath them and drop the pair down to the basement in a few seconds where the blood bank no doubt hit its many secrets. Because of course it had secrets—everyone did in a place like Neo Babylon.

Anger still boiled in the Black Prince’s blood, or the magna flow that counted for it, his fiery fist clenched the molten slugs until he could feel the silver running between his digits and on his nose he could smell the stench of magic coming from—what was that he’d seen John playing with—some kind of box?

“What’s that you’ve got in your hand, John? This is no time for toys.”

Anshin vs Lysander VII: How the Cookie Crumbles...

Unaru took a moment to ‘farm aura’ as the kids on the bus would say, hopefully a bus that crashed. Lysander had been just been hit over one-hundred times and now his draconic foe stood alone in the courtyard with his jacket billowing on his shoulders, everyone thought he was dead, only Unaru knew the truth and merely shot his own shadow a scathing glare to keep it in place as the rest began to fleet into the darkness where his vampiric opponent gathered his wits. Where the sound of bones breaking and snapping and painfully rearranging themselves echoed out until even Willy Wonka began to wonder if he had been better off surrendering rather than summoning a fiend like this…

It was too late.

“You invented a third Sage Form?” Unaru said, sounding almost surprised for a moment there. Almost surprised until the moment Lysander appeared behind him tall and lanky like some awful bloodsucking wendigo, with slate gray skin, and promptly swept the dragon’s leg out from under him. Unaru had, up to this point, been almost impossible to catch off-guard and even though everyone was shocked at the sudden appearance of the new Lysander he had in truth been watching it take shape in the darkness without so much as a blink. And he was still caught off-guard. His legs were still swept out from under him leaving him staring at the sky and more importantly staring at that long leg dropping down on him like a guillotine, it was all he could do to bring his arms up, absorbing the impact on his forearms even as the back of his skull hammered into the concrete and all at once the beleaguered courtyard finally crumbled beneath them.

Lysander would fall with him but Unaru would hit terminal velocity a lot faster as he shot straight down into the depths past bursting pipes of chocolate until he emerged in the weird underground candy garden with a chocolate river that Wonka had trapped his first victim in so many years ago. KRASH went Unaru’s broad body as he slammed into a hill of candy grass and shot up candy earth. Grunting between blenched teeth and furrowing his brow but he refused to go without a fight. Emerald arms had emerged like a shadow of his proper limbs, brawny crystalline limbs, wrapping their hands around Lysander’s calf while it was still extended and whipping him around on his own momentum until he was shot towards the opposite end of the cavern—

THE MIGHTY ELEPHANT TWISTS ITS ANKLE ON THORNY BUSHES

—Or as Lysander understood it, it was just a dragonscrew legwhip. Just a move that viciously wrenched a mans knee one-hundred-and-eighty-degrees like it was trying to pull it from its socket. Unaru didn’t expect it to do much but give him time. Some damage for his arrogant opponent to gloat over shrugging off as he climbed out of the debris now a good foot taller than he had been before. Broader and more muscular than ever. His skin having turned a shade darker than it was and the streaks of grey had peppered his hair when they first met beginning to glow with an emerald light. Unaru’s teeth seemed sharper now, his eyes had a more reptilian slant, and one those forearms the first hints of scales could be seen breaking through the tanned flesh.

“Not bad…”

The Yarniverse: Circ & Anshin

Was an old woman in her heart, if not in her body or her mind, but you shouldn’t tell a woman that. Though one could be forgiven for not realizing how amazing Alice looked for her age when she was trapped in a vessel of strawberry red glitter glue. One could be forgiven for thinking Alice had bad intentions for Eti when a horde of glue sniffing yarn zombies surrounded him forcing his furry hand to pull the trigger, blasting a hole not through one of her reluctant minions, but through a completely innocent woolie woman who just happened to be a little too close to the scene for her own good and now a veritable mob descended upon him.

Auspiciously enough, the closely packed jostling bodies was perfect for transmitting the gluefection.

“I’m sorry Eti, this is for your own good.”

She murmured to herself, too far away to be heard, still clinging to the side of the clocktower that she’d just knocked out and no longer projecting her voice down to the crowd below as she once had.

[Good, subdue him before he gets too strong.]

Alice ignored the nagging voice inside as she plucked a piece of glue from her body and gave it a little whirl, the part that her fingers had pinched extending and extending and extending, until eventually it had extended to the point where it no longer seemed possible that there were was so much mass contained in such a small body. It happened in about three revolutions. Then she slung it down towards the crowd where even now Eti attempted to fend off the yarnlings with his makeshift lance. It was no smaller than the snot a child flicks out the window during an oppressive drive at first but it rapidly ballooned in size until eventually—upon reaching him—it was suddenly large enough to pulverize the little red panda into the ground but instead swallowed him up like a greedy mouth. Trapping him, as was her intent, inside of a bubble of strawberry red with a semi-translucent shell that was incredibly resistant to the battering damage of the yarn people outside and ideally hit hard enough to disarm him of his weapons as well.

“Eti,” Alice called out, shouting once more. “I am no longer asking for your cooperation. You are leaving this world with me one way or another.”

Anshin vs Lysander VII: How the Cookie Crumbles...

Lyasnder’s fist flew under Unaru’s guaranteeing that both blows would land at the same time and when contact was made there was no thin barrier of ether to help dampen the impact ensuring that the dragon received the full brunt of his reprisal. Head whipped straight back. Lead leg thrown back with his heel skidding off the floor until he came to a stop several feet back…

When the storm faded and the shadows retreated, they left a sea of corpses in their wake. Little orange men charred black and dead by the dozens with their comically green hair standing on end like lightning rods, some still buzzing with static, some were still twitching. The courtyard itself was a nightmare of fissures, cracks, and upended slabs of concrete but so far Unaru was of the impression that neither of them had managed to get a distinct advantage over the other. There could be no true advantage until they began fighting for real.

“Seems like you need a little help.”

Behind Lysander, the golden-M still snarled with fingers of green electricity, and so did he. They were small, invisible to the naked eye, but they clung to him like static did to a carpet. Though Unaru’s Emerald Dream was something beyond mortal understanding it borrowed the shape of the storm when manifesting on the material plane along with some of its traits. Traits that he now used to yank Lysander back like holding onto the opposite end of a too large magnet and pin him to the front of the upside down-W like a man awaiting crucifixion. It wasn’t quite as dramatic as a cross but it would have to do.

THE BEAR DIES BY A THOUSAND STINGS

A moment later, Unaru was upon him, crossing the distance with a single lightning dash. Instead of hammering into him with punches and kicks Unaru concentrated all of the impressive strength that he’d been wielding so far onto the tip of his index fingers. Hitting him with such a dramatic force that the metal could be heard denting out behind him and crumbling the masonry with each thrust, each blow brutal and burning, but with a purpose. As painful as each attack was sure to be, it became obvious that he was targeting chi points. That with each stab he was slowly beating the malaise of unlife out of a body that had gone unused for untold eons since their last conflict when they’d joined forces to battle the Prophet of Light, but that was another story for another time, and by the end of it had the plan succeeded unmolested he would have struck Lysander 114 times in all…

And violently twisted every joint in his rival's body loose.

ALL LIFE BEGINS WITH A SINGLE BREATH

To which he thrust his palms at Lysander’s core, a single blow, enough to blast him through the letter than held him and the wall that crumbled behind it. Deep into Wonka’s factory. _{Larger on the inside than on the outside.} Where many great candy themed horrors waited to be found, yes, and where Lysander could flex his regained power without fear of the consequences.

Why though, why had Unaru gone this far just to make his opponent stronger?

Because victory was meaningless without a challenge.