Flood

The War of the Three

@Inner Demon

Quick mention, but Henry didn't punch Zak at all. He fired a corrupted hammer of lightning at him, Mjolnir to be specific. Just a heads up.

The War of the Three

Henry Avaritia

@Inner Demon

Henry smiled as Zak's fire finally went out, only for that smile to lessen to a grin when he immediately reignited. Henry dodged out of the way of the scalding steam, letting out a small sigh as Zak said nothing in response to his witty commentary. Serpents of fire emerged from the vapor, revealing Zak in his ever blinding glory. It was hard to tear his eyes away from, so Henry made a Silver eye on the back of his head just in case Zak was going to try to attack with those tendrils from behind. That's when he noticed the artillery. "Oh fuck me." Hundreds of lasers, all being refracted in a glorious web of holy death. Then you had to take into account the fact that Zak was literally making the floor lava, Henry basically had no choice but to run for now.

His vision swerving back to Zak, he began cursing as he split into 3 different fire angels each with a different weapon in hand. There goes the running option. "You know, it's really rude to invite others to a dance for two." Henry had a cool facade plastered on his face, but he was really. He was gonna have to go at least 50 percent power if he wanted to come out of this looking clean. Henry clicked his tongue and prepared for round 2, forming a suit of armor around his usual invisible armor. Time to step it up with the Silver Eyes. It seemed instantaneous as what usually remained invisible suddenly became visible, a skull mask plastering itself over Henry's face as the air suddenly became breathable once more. This armor was special in that it's unique ability to siphon heat and convert it into magical energy.

Calculations began to run through his head as he figured out the exact angles he would need to open Gates from in order to survive, sorting through his inventory and placing everything in just the right spot so it would fall into his hands at just the right time. 'A heat seeking missile or two here, the mighty hammer of Mjolnir there, ooh that would be a nice deterrent if he fired anything too crazy. Shove a bunch of ice in one compartment so we can drain that boiling ocean and we're good to go! Oh wait, gotta make sure to use Sliske's hand for a gag at the end of this, just put that right next to the holy hand grenade.' All these mass organizations and minute adjustments all happened with a fraction of a second. Henry may be a fucking idiot when it came to social interactions, but when it came to the art of war he was the greatest mind of his time. That's what happens when you dedicate 400 years solely to learning how to steal and kill.

A Gate quickly opened on one side of Henry, catching most of the lasers meant for him and letting the rest calmly zip by. He then opened a new Gate above him, releasing those same lasers and letting them collide with the spears Zak had thrown from on high. He used some of the newly converted mana and strengthened both of his arms, blocking Zak with the Cheater's Blade in one hand, and calmly letting a heat seeking missile fall into his other, throwing it at the pike wielding Zak as hard as he could which was quite a bit faster than the normal speed of this missile. As in breaking the sound barrier fast. "Ya know, you're getting kind of boring now. The challenge is nice and all, but I miss that silly banter that we had going while I was chopping off your fingers." He turned to the sword wielding Zak and pushed up as hard as he could, looking to break his guard for just a second. A Gate the size of Henry's fist opened right in front of his torso and Mjolnir came flying out at Mach 1 speeds, looking to punch straight through Zak's stomach.

Epic City: Starburst

Ace

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BANG

Ace sat up quickly, sweating and hyperventilating as he recovered from his nightmare. He looked around the room as his breathing began to slow down. Another day, another motel, another sleepless night. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, splashing some water on his face as he looked in the mirror. He smiled shakily at the sight of the dark circles under his eyes. "Damn I'm one handsome son of a gun." Ace chuckled and grabbed a small hand towel off the rack behind him, drying off his face and walking back into his room. He threw on his usual outfit and checked the clock, frowning at the time. 5 AM. He just went to sleep 3 hours ago, that's half an hour less than usual. After he finished gathering up his stuff, his stuff being his motorcycle keys and whatever cash he had left, he left.

He rode the streets with purpose, his purpose was to deal Justice. Justice for everyone, but mainly for the Freaks. Those who were like him in being shunned by society, yet unlike him for they didn't have the power to defend themselves. He was the only one willing to fight for his kind. Aside from one other, but he hadn't met her yet. The Queen of the Freaks, the High Venom. Ace had heard a lot about her, she too defended the Freaks. She was the strongest Freak of them all supposedly. Yet he had never seen her patrolling the streets, picking off those who would oppress their kind. Ace had been looking to meet her for a while now, see what this person was like. If she represented all Freaks, than what type of representation was she? What type of person was she really?

He was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of a scream, he made a hard right into an alleyway with 3 people at the very end. 2 heavy men wearing trucker hats, and a woman with fur. Ace braked hard and threw down his kickstand, dismounting his motorcycle and whistling hard. "Really now? How cliche can you fellas get?"

One of the men turned around and spat in Ace's direction with a sneer. "Mind your own damn business you cowboy wannabe, this bitch deserves everything she's about to-" Bang! The fat man was interrupted by a bullet through his throat, as he choke on his blood the same bullet ricocheted off the wall and into the kneecap of the second man.

"Well I'm afraid I have no idea what a cowboy is, but I'm gonna assume you just insulted me. Combine that with the fact that you're committing a serious crime, I'd say you're a dead man walking." The woman ran past Ace, a quick thank you being muttered as she went to find a policeman. Ace walked towards the second man on the ground, cracking his knuckles with a wide grin. The High Venom could wait a little longer, Justice needed to be dealt swiftly.

The War of the Three

Henry Avaritia

@Inner Demon

The weather itself bent to Zak's might, the sky rolling and rumbling as he let loose intense waves of heat which clashed against the intense waves of cold that were naturally present in this environment. It didn't take long for the wind to pick up as a storm brewed, all that was missing was a little bit of a rain for this to turn into a proper battle scene. Luckily Henry had that covered. "Looks like we got an intense storm picking up Jim, with a 100 percent chance of rain! We here at the station would suggest all families pack up and get out of the area, because this is gonna be one doozy of a storm!" Henry spoke in the tone of a weatherman as his Silver Eyes began creating water vapor to go along with the rapidly evaporating snow to send up to the sky. Eventually the storm truely began as a torrent of rain began to pour upon both Zak and Henry, up until the massive hole in the sky appeared and Zak was bathed by some holy light.

"Oh neat. You turned into a candle. Well you know what they say about bright flames." Just as Zak sent forth his spears of flame, a sight that would make any other man shit his pants, Henry opened a massive Gate of Tartarus behind him and angled upwards, releasing hundreds of swords and spears to intercept every bolt of flame Zak had thrown. Henry then jumped up as hard as he could while simultaneously flapping his own pair of wings, not quite cracking the ground but definitely displacing a large amount of air upon his ascent. "The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long." Henry threw his SMGs into the Gates and once again drew his blade.

With that being said Henry flew towards Zak, Silver Eyes burning as the storm grew even heavier and more and more water poured down on the both of them. Suddenly he braked in mid air and flung his hand forward a massive torrent of water appearing out of thin air and shooting directly towards Zak.

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Utada Mitsuda

@Silvan Haven

Utada frowned as Zak dealt with her assault with a flick of a cigarette and simultaneously releasing a devastating volley of fire torpedoes towards her. She retreated as fast as she could back into the forest, narrowly avoiding both the several explosions and the holy lasers that came afterwards. Right now she needed to wait for everyone to leave their camps, she had no hope of taking on all of Heaven's forces on all at once. And so Utada retreated into the forest, waiting for the right opportunity to strike out at the enemy. However in case any of Saef's men decided to pursue they would find a nice surprise in the form of a timed explosive, which would likely explode just as they caught up to the position she was previously in.

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Henry Avaritia

@Inner Demon

Henry smiled as his torture buddy flew in already drawing his sword before Zak even noticed him. The ghosts were crowding around the crypt now, some climbing the building to get a piece of Henry's sweet sweet soul. It wasn't long before Zak noticed Henry, his face contorting with rage as he remembered their fun times. Henry flapped his own wings hard and took flight to meet Zak, hovering in midair with his own eyes glowing their usual bright Silver. "Wow we really bonded in that torture room huh? Less than a day afterwards and you already want more." A large Gate of Tartarus opened behind Henry and two SMGs with a flamethrower attachment on the bottom emerged, dropping into Henry's hands as he quickly flicked off the safety. "Luckily for you I can give plenty more." With that being said Henry pointed his guns towards Zak and began firing, a practical storm of bullets emerging as Henry mixed in Silver bullets along with the ones from the SMGs.

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Utada Mitsuda & Henry Avaritia
Graveyard of the Lost

@Inner Demon

Henry stepped through the portal and into the basecamp with purpose, the purpose of killing every motherfucker he saw. With a flap of his wings he was already in the sky, looking for combatants to rain hell upon. Nobody was immediately apparent so he instead landed in the middle of the battlefield on top of a fancy looking crypt, almost like a gargoyle he perched on the rooftops edge and waited for challengers. As he waited he began placing landmines in the grass surrounding the crypt, slightly hidden yet still spottable by observant attackers if they dared approach Henry. "Alright assholes, time to party! Come to me if you wanna die!" He shouted as loudly as he could, that should get someone's attention. Hell even if nobody from Heaven or Hell came, the ghosts were certainly starting to take notice.

Meanwhile Utada was taking a slightly less... loud approach, dropping in from an airship near Zak's landing location. As she fell from the sky she employed her emergency antigrav pads, slowing her fall to survivable speeds as she calmly landed in the forest. She began stalking through towards Zak's current position in an all white version of her normal outfit. Eventually Zak was in range, about 20 yards away from her. She peered through her scope to confirm that it was Zak and indeed it was. Utada creeped forward for about 5 yards, then loaded the underbarrel with a special fire suppression grenade. When it went off it would release a large amount of fire suppressing foam, preferably all over Zak. She fired it off with a loud thump and then lowered the barrel towards Zak, firing off a volley of armor piercing rounds directly at him.

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Henry: Wait, all ghosts are cowboys? Damn. I owe Mephilus a beer.

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The Nile

A spotlight shone upon a star. The crowd cheered. She sang. Utada was in her element, basking in the praise and adoration of Machina who were probably going to be sent out to die tomorrow. She didn't care, it didn't matter that she was performing for dead men walking, she still got paid. Her performance came to an end soon enough, she pretended to be exhausted from putting her heart out as she bent over and panted. It was all very cute, they loved it. "Thank you all so much for coming, I'm done for tonight but come back tomorrow if you wanna see more!" She did a little wink and then skipped backstage, grabbing a glass of water and chugging it down. She changed into a sweater and jeans backstage, lifting her hoodie up to obscure her face. She needed a real drink right now.

She walked up to the bar and sat in an empty seat next to some random dude. "You know what I want Sam." The bartender rolled his eyes and began pouring her some fancy sugary drink, meanwhile the guy next to her stared at her out of the corner of his eye. "You're pretty good at making the crowd think you like them." Utada groaned internally, putting on her best smiley face and turning towards the random man. "I don't know what you mean mister, I love performi-" She stopped as she realised just who this guy was. Henry Pearl Avaritia, one of the strongest Demons in Hell and according to rumours spread by TEP guards, the Machina's newest recruit. He was sipping on what appeared to be root beer, somewhat aggravated by Zak killing his dogs. They respawned, but god damn was he pissed. "I'm a Demon, if you think a wink and a cutesy voice is gonna make me believe you don't hate everyone in this club than you're even dumber than Balrog. He didn't know how to use doors." Utada didn't have much to say to him, mainly she wanted to choke him out for shutting her down a few years ago with a super powerful EMP. But she also didn't want to get fired.

So they both stayed silent and drank their drinks. Finally Utada decided to speak up. "If you try anything to fuck over the Machina, I will be the 1st person to hunt you down and put a bullet in your head." She said through clenched teeth. Henry snorted. "I don't have a reason to fuck over the Machina. But if you wanna give me one I'll be happy to." A few more tense moments passed as Henry drained his glass. As he dropped a stack of bills to pay for his drink, way too much judging by the bartenders dropped jaw, he got up out of his chair and began to walk towards the elevator. "Your performance wasn't half bad though." With that being said he got into the elevator and hit the button for his floor. Utada waited for the door to close before she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and blushed. He was really cute, short but cute. "Another drink please Sam." Sam shook his head and sighed, a Demon paying for his drink and Utada saying please. He needed to stop drinking on the job.

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I'll have both of my characters dropped in.

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@floodtalon

We generally don't like Discord.

@TheWindel

...why? Am I in trouble?