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7 yrs ago
Who here likes cuddles?
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7 yrs ago
If your girl can't crack your skull between her thighs then whats the point of even being a human being.
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8 yrs ago
Identities are confusing to figure out.
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8 yrs ago
How do wing.
8 yrs ago
Omae wa mou shindeiru.
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Bio

Well hello.

I guess I should introduce myself, huh.

I'm Gardevoiran, just some schmuck going to college and working towards getting a degree in Fine Arts.

I do commissions and what-not, and you can ask me to do a commission for you through my Discord (Gardevoiran #1429) or up here through RPGuild PMs, and I receive donations and payment through my Ko-fi page. Clicking the box right below here will take you to it.



I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon religiously, I dabble in some anime, I write up here, and I love watching incredibly awful movies and just making fun of them. Specifically things like "Leo the Lion" and what not.

I don't have much else to say, so I guess I can leave you guys with a really bad joke.

"What do you call a cow with two legs?"
"Lean beef."

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Eve's mind was cluttered with demonic thoughts, some from the voice of Victoire Bordeaux, and others from Atarah. Her vision blurred and she fell into a hunch, holding her head tightly as she fought back the tears. "D-dammit, this is going south bad." Eve couldn't scout anymore, there wasn't an easy way out of here with her head aching as bad as it was. She only had one option, and that was to take out the main problem at it's source.

It was time for a cockfight.

Eve let go of her head as she stared at Atarah and Maceroy, although her headache only increased when she saw Maceroy. She felt like she should know him somehow, and yet... she couldn't figure it out. It wasn't the time to think about that, though. Eve's body rocketed off of the ground and towards Atarah, staying parallel as she spun mid-flight, sending her foot directly into Atarah's hard back. Atarah was knocked down to the ground as Eve stayed airborne, her foot bleeding slightly as she stayed up.

(OOC - Got Gecko's permission to do that via Discord.)


Lillian
Happyverse
@The 42nd Gecko

"Ye'd be surprised. A lotta people wanna keep their original bods, but don't mind a bit'a cybernetic enhancements." Lillian climbed back up into her mech as she retrieved her Chemical Hose. "It's also kinda fun when y'got one o'these puppies." She patted the weapon affectionately before she stepped down, brandishing the item like it was her best friend. Probably because it was.
"Welp. Showtime."

Tibulus placed a credit note on the table as he watched the fight unfold, watching Taleste out of his peripherals as she walked to the bathroom. After a few seconds, he followed suit, puffing a breath of air out of his skull as he followed behind her, calmly lowering his cigar once he got close as he pretended to just meet Taleste. "So... does this happen often?" A quick flash of the Funganoid's right eye acted as a makeshift wink. He was trying to get Taleste to play along, maybe be a regular of the bar and Tibulus a wandering traveler. Something like that.

@Silver Carrot@Crossfire@Simple Unicycle
Sparce - Somewhere
@Solokolos@Eklispe@Spiffy

Dunn raised his gun at the TV screen before he finally lowered it down, walking over to a nearby seat (probably thrown out by some guy, despite it being in great condition) and plopping himself down. The twin turned to face the other two guys for a second as he spoke. "Grab a seat, boys. Executive decision." Dunn turned back to the television as he heard Gaia speak in his head. "You're making us do this?" "If shit goes south, we'll run for it. They don't know what you look like, anyway."



"Why did you come to us and not the PRT?" Kyoshi inquired, her face still covered up. The situation seemed... kind of fishy, and the lost composure was a bit of a peculiar situation as Sheila reapplied her lipstick. Make up was important (God knows how much Kyoshi knew that), but to have something like that happen so quickly after the other, well... it just seemed fishy to her. In any case, she might not be lying and just be bipolar, but the job wasn't accepted until G4M3R decided. It was his main choice if the team took the job or not.
Apia, Queen of Bees
@Lmpkio@The 42nd Gecko@KoL

"Apia. Queen Bee. Pleased to meet the two of you," Apia said with a grin as she followed behind Ghelgath, silently noting the environment. A telepathic message with Victoire rang in her ear as she mentioned multiple different things, including a familiar name. Avarita. "Avarita? I knew an Avarita... slightly. Fought one of them a forever ago. Real tough customers. Will keep an eye out." Apia thought as she followed behind Ghelgath, occasionally swarming her loyal sweeties at some unwanted guests while the two walked to the exit of the catacombs.

Apia flew out of the catacombs, watching Ghelgath summon his frost army to fight for his purpose. Apia was impressed at the sight of this man raising his own troops out of the environment. Not a ton of people she knew could do that with anything, and she wondered why he didn't have an impressive track record. At least, she thought he didn't, as she never heard any stories of his accomplishments. The Honey Rod was gripped tightly in her hand as it 'opened', releasing more bees that slowly swarmed around Apia and flew around her, making her seem like she was embedded in a cloud. "I like your idea, Ghelgath, but would you mind if I helped to sweeten this deal? My babies are itching to fight, and why not have an army of both my sweeties and yours?" Her voice sounded regal and mature, despite all of the buzzing in the air as she spoke.
We interrupt this program to bring you...




Not Too Long Ago

Eve walked through the halls of Celestia's palace, wearing a bathrobe over her typical ensemble. She was clearly doing something that not a ton of people thought to do. Syphax was great and all, but every time he took the dominant position in their relationship. It was time for a change, and he was currently sweaty and training recruits. There was still one person in Heaven that she could go to in attempts of dominance. She knew where they were, and she knew vaguely what she was going to do to them. Granted, it wasn't difficult at all to find Ruxen. The Beastkin was either sleeping the day away near the Imperator's throne or wandering the palace aimlessly.

It was to be the latter for this day, Ruxen as irritable and annoyed as ever. It was a good day to bite someone's hand off and frankly any Angel would have gotten the same treatment. It just so happened that on this day, she'd be passing by some bimbo bird in a towel. Glaring, she sifted past on all fours, not paying Eve any mind. "Couldn't find your fuck toy today bitch?" she said once a good distance was put between them. Because everyone knew Eve and Syphax's antics and how they wouldn't or couldn't just shut the hell up for a day.

"Nope. She's right here," Eve said as she picked up Ruxen whilst mid-flight, lifting up the wolf lady with her bird feet and carrying her off to a room she knew was empty. Eve had a good hold of Ruxen's collar, and she wasn't going to go anywhere as long as she was in the air, and away from any surfaces that could give her leverage. "Took a bit to find you, glad I finally did."

"Motherfuck! Fucking get off and let go you cock sucking piece of shit-stained bird flitting fuck wat!" Ruxen let loose the slew of profanity she was actively known for, swinging paws about as Eve carried her off like a literal bird of prey. Tail swishing this way and that, she attempted to even reach up and bite at the avian with her jaws. But the collar managed her weight to be focused donwards and there wasn't much she could do but embrace the ride. Deva's collars weren't coming off so slipping out wasn't really an option.

"One of those isn't true. That's gross." Eve kept flying like a vulture, approaching an empty room down the hall and tossing Ruxen in. She wasn't going to have the backtalk in this, but she'd let Ruxen have this moment. It would only be one after all. After Ruxen was in the room, Eve walked in and closed the door, the main light coming from a lamp in the corner and the high-up window. A small bag was placed to the side as Eve smirked at Ruxen, her eyes narrowing into a dark gaze.

"Fuck, make a softer landing next time asshat!" Ruxen said once she had been deposited. Landing on her rump in Eve's bedroom was annoying enough but it was clear the bird-brain wanted to have fun of the body and pleasures. "Sorry fuck wit, but I don't intend on playing with you today. You can either let me go or I break both the door and then your fucking face," Ruxen snarled, stomping her paws on the ground in iridescent and obvious rage. Evidently she was not being a happy camper at the moment.

Eve disrobed as she calmly walked over to Ruxen and grabbed her collar, raising it into the air as high as she could, which actually raised Ruxen off of the ground a few inches. The hand around the collar ignited in flames, in case Ruxen was tempted to bite the hand that kept her restrained. "Listen here. I will not take your profanity. If you expect to use the profanity, you will be thrown against the wall. Understand?"

"Pfft, yeah? Piss off douche wagon. Your little fire shit is nothing to the fucking bullshit I've been through," Ruxen snided, fangs pristine and pointed in a grin. Granted the fire hand holding her collar made her twitch by the heat but her paws were more inclined to kick out at Eve than anything else. "Yeah, sure. Throw me on a wall. Bash my brains out. I fucking dare you shit head cause trust me, it's nothing fucking new."

A flaming fist was flung towards Ruxen's face as Eve held her up, leaving a smoldering fist mark on her nose. Another punch was thrown as Eve's entire arm was ignited, keeping her prey raised up in the air. "You heard what I said." One more punch, directly into Ruxen's eye, was thrown as Eve lowered her arm back down, still keeping Ruxen up in the air. "I promise you. I will make this worse."

Of course, each blow had hurt like hell. It was a flaming arm, so of course it hurt like hell. Ruxen's fur singed at the spots Eve had marked and she coughed a little. But it only made the Beastkin snarl angrier.

"What the fuck did I just say? Bitch, this is nothing to what I'm used to," she said, tail swishing behind her. "If you're just going to have a hissy fit and not real sex, then get the hell out of my face you egg sucking feather brain. Or are you just gonna take your boyfriend issues out on me? Huh? That it? What, that harpy dropped your ass for someone nice? Fucking loser."

Eve was fully on fire, the heat definitely coming off onto Ruxen's body. She threw Ruxen down onto the bed and walked to her bag. Her feet left ashen marks on the ground as she took each step. "You're going to pay for that," she said in a monotone voice.
Bonesword - Shrimp Cocktail

... hm? Did Dirk say something? Bonesword tuned him out when he yelled at the failure of his dumb idea. He was going to respond, but Dirk was already away. Guess that's a solved problem.

"Too late, lobster." The damage was done. Below deck, the crew of the King Crab and whoever was down there would notice that there were a considerable amount of roots busting into the hull, damaging it severely. That was what Bonesword was going for all along, not to try and just tip the ship, but to tip it and bust it up enough so it would sink and take everyone with it. He just hoped nobody would notice so it would fill up without attention being drawn to it.

Bonesword felt his vine get snapped and grunted very lightly. He could feel it, but it wasn't too terribly bad to deal with. He just had to keep up the pace. He heard the guy on the other ship shout something through a microphone as the Mushroom Kid regrew his vine, landing it back on the ship and growing up yet another tree. He didn't shout that time to declare his attack, deeming it as redundant. Only Slick could hear him anyway. Besides, he heard the shout of some idiot below deck as they ran up to him. Were they trying to surprise him? Because if they were, they did their job poorly.

They leaped up the stair and began announcing themselves, their armor clearly representing a sort of shrimp. "Ello there, Bonehead! Shrimp Brigade Red! Here t-"

"Don't care." Bonesword rudely interrupted as a large tree flew up underneath the mid-pose shrimp warrior, hopefully launching him into the sky. Bonesword didn't care to deal with the rude interruptions of any shrimp warriors right now, especially not ones like this weirdo. The Mushroom Kid lowered his summoned tree before the roots could do more damage to their own ship, although that didn't really happen considering BS did this on one single occasion before, so the gang prepared for that to happen again by double-boarding the floors. There were holes under Bonesword, that was certain, but he wasn't worried. They were going to do repairs later, after all.

Eve was about to dive down and go into the area where she saw flashes of light, but she was hastily interrupted by something grabbing her ankle. It was another harpy, judging by the feeling of the claws on her leg, and she pulled Eve down as the two plummeted towards the ground. Eve, freaking out, began to flap her wings as she managed to pull upwards, not calculating for the new flight path, and slamming the two directly into the side of the stone watchtower Maceroy and Marie were at.

Eve opened her eyes after the impact, noticing that she was in a very... provocative position with the harpy that interrupted her flight path. She scrambled up to her feet, staring down at the other harpy and raising her voice. "What the fuck?! Why would you do that?!" While she was shouting, she noticed that her armor was split off and on the ground a meter away or so. There went that protection.

[Scouting the Battlefield - 50% Accomplished : Paused]

Lillian
Happyverse
@The 42nd Gecko

"Ye, but I wasn't int'rested in puttin' any robotics in m'self. I went down the alchemy route, makin' somethin' that should last me a good 'fitty years." Lillian climbed out of Epsilon and walked over to Miyu, sticking out her hand as a sign of greetings.

"Lillian. Former doc' of Hyperion. 'n this here is Epsilon."
@ProPro
Acknowledged, though you typically don't have to worry about me :P.

Eve nodded as she looked at her lance, thinking quite hard about taking it with her. A few moments passed before Eve rocketed up into the skies without it. She didn't need a lance right now, it would only weigh her down. Besides, she wasn't doing anything other than scouting for people like Farris and Saef.

Her wings cut through the air like butter, flapping through the skies like she was someone of true speed. She had shown that speed with Ciel's assistance, and this was just the same situation, except without the hurricane... well... it WAS like that, until she noted the appearance of a storm not too far away from her location. She dove down towards it, causing her wings to leave streams behind her as she noticed something else. Eve squinted at the sudden appearance of a blinding light in her face, realizing what must be going on. Zak must be there.

She shot through the clouds and pulled up as she saw Zak and Henry duking it out in a battle, the snow beneath them nothing more than puddles in the wake of this rain. She noted everything as she propelled herself back upwards into the skies, looking around at anything she could. Everything was largely barren, right now, but that was subject to change for all she knew.

[Scouting the Battlefield - 33% Accomplished]

Apia, Queen of Bees
@Lmpkio@The 42nd Gecko

"Yes, Bees. It's a taboo concept, I understand." Apia responded to the harpy beside her. She held her rod firmly in hand as she followed behind Ghelgath, flying very slightly off of the ground. The flap of her wings was largely silent, excluding the very faint buzz the two other demons would hear in their ears.

Suddenly, a bee rushed up towards Apia's ear, and she stopped dead in her tracks, reaching down towards her legs and pulling a stinger out of... nowhere, it seemed. She threw the sharp object towards something behind Atarah, hitting it square in the head and taking it down efficiently. It was a zombie, unsurprisingly, and it's was just impaled by a bee stinger.

"Got one. Sorry, miss...?" It had just occurred to Apia that she did not know this harpy's name. It might've been an odd time, but it wasn't too bad to ask for a name.

[Undead Stung - 1]

Lillian
Happyverse
@The 42nd Gecko

There it went.

Like a fading dream.

Lillian was still suited up in Epsilon, the hatch closed, and a fitting song playing. She wasn't sure where the music was originally from, but she didn't mind it. She looked off towards the destination and saw it arriving in her view. Incredibly fast.

She heard a snap one second, and the next she found herself next to the only others that took Helena's offer, though that seemed to be limited to someone she vaguely saw. It was one occasion, but still. She asked if Lillian was a scientist, and Lillian calmly responded to her...

"Well, I find m'self to be more of an alchemist, t'be quite honest! Whatta bout 'cherself?"

... maybe calm was the wrong word.
Bonesword - Nonsense.

Bonesword slowly awoke from his exhaustion, seeing the aesthetic of the familiar place quite well before he realized where he was. Then he blinked, thinking it was a dream. It wasn't, but it also didn't make sense at the same time. He shot up to his feet, checking his body for his belongings and such before he looked around him, past the enclosure he was in and out into the area.

The Klowns had got him, that was certain.

What wasn't certain, was why they had got him...

Charlie II roared as Bonesword paced in his room, glancing at the watch on his wrist and remembering what he knew about these klowns. It was largely limited, but even then he realized something that made this entire situation a red flag in his book. The klowns were effectively zombies, hungry for brains and body parts and such. While BS was a walking husk himself, he had no meat on him, nor a brain to keep him intact. He was made of bones, mushrooms, and his soul. That's how it was since the day he came into his afterlife, so why would the klowns be interested in him? It didn't make sense.

In any case, Bonesword drew the Shroomblade and patted Charlie II's side, carefully waiting in fear of what was going to happen next. Whatever it was, Bonesword was sure that they could handle it together. Just like before he enlisted with the Machina.
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