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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."

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It took a moment even after their creator had fled for the monetary facsimiles to collapse in on themselves, sending tinkling, glittery little orblets bouncing out across the battlefield like ping-pong balls. The fat man had been unnaturally capable of defending himself. He walked over and collected one of the scattered pieces of Munny. His abilities were interesting. It was indeterminate exactly how extensive the Baron's control of Muney truly was, but at its fullest extent it was a harrowing thought. v2 hoped these clones and the dollar storm were the extent of it. He dropped the piece back to the ground. He didn't like the idea of being bought and paid for.

Looking around the battlefield he could no longer see the large, semi-heartless signature he had picked up. He did register that one of the strange entities like the fat man was still present, but none seemed to be attacking him. The fight here, at least, was over. However, he was still picking up heartless signatures in the town around him.

"Heartless are still present in the area." He said. He didn't yell or shout it, but he said it stone faced and loudly.

And I've already shotgunned in several places at random.
((Collab between Vault and Letter Bee))

V2 would find himself in the central square of a French - Swiss village, where two groups, one led by an sadistic-looking woman with a Keyblade, the other presumably led by an 18-year old with black eyes and messy black hair, were facing each other, with the sadistic-looking woman, whose short-cropped, but neat, black hair and fierce blue eyes shouted:

"Damn you, Apokaukos and Shahrukh! You think to swarm me with numbers? Fine, then, I'll bring in some minions of my own!" Opening a Corridor of Darkness, she shouted:

"Baron Carlstein, I need you!" And with that, a fat man clad in a silk tuxedo, with brown hair and bushy eyebrows, carring a golden Keyblade shaped like an aristocrat's cane but with biteings, walked through, his beardless face in a frown.

"Should have known you cannot do it alone, Philippa." He would then turn towards v2:

"My name is Baron Engelhart von Carlstein, one of the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness. I have power over Munny just as Philippa has powers over Borders. And so," he would continue, as a shining ring made up of a mass of gold coins appeared around him, "I have to ask, is there some way I can buy you off?"

"Understood. You are my enemies." v2 said, robotic and emotionless as he snapped into a fighting stance so quickly you'd think he was a statue. This was somewhat exiting. Normally he would not be able to move nearly that fast. Moving that quickly, that precisely, was far too robotic to do in from of the adoring public. He did not have the opportunity to make full use of his body very often. "Thank you for the clarification. Identifying friend from foe in this situation would have proven otherwise problematic."

In particular, across the battlefield, he was registering the signature of something like a heartless. In the absence of clarification he would have gone right for that. That was not taking into account the not-quite-human signatures he was getting from here. This was going to prove difficult even with two apparent enemies right in front of him.

The antennea on his shoulders popped out, channeling into the finger he pointed at the fat man. "LIGHTHEART JAB!" He screamed, the electricity flying off in an arc toward him. Inwardly, he frowned. He disliked the Attack Name Protocol when it wasn't necessary.

"Reflaza!" shouted Baron Carlstein at the same time v2 cried out his attack. A green triangular barrier would surround the Seeker of Darkness, and cause the lightning to bounce off it and back to the robot!

"Ha!" spoke the baron, "you forget, my elemental concept might be relatively weak, but I am still a Keyblade Wielder!"

The lightning struck the robot, but didn't seem to cause him any distrss. The lighning split and was absorbed back into the antennea, which retracted back into his body. "I did not comment." He said, steaking forward under rocket power. He held out his hand, his blade snapping into pace in the strange way it always did, and bringing it down onto the fat man.

Only for Baron Carlstein to block the blow with his Keyblade-cane, before summoning a sheet of dollar bills to envelop v2!

While v2 was fighting, the Baron would then take out a Summon Charm and shout out:

"Summon, Owl of Athens!"

An ordinary-looking owl would then appear beside Baron Carlstein, then say, with the voice of an old man:

"What do you wish?"

"Tell me what this robot boy wants, and I'll give you enough money for 1000 burnt offerings!" the Baron replied as he conjured up clones of himself made up of Munny to further bother v2, buying time for himself.

The owl began whispering into Baron Carlstein's ears...
@Gentlemanvaultboy@supertinyking@Nightknight@Absolis@thewizardguy

Firebrand watched as something was flung from the heart of the tornado into a nearby cabbage stand, sending what vegetables had survived rolling across the ground. Those that rolled toward him were mostly snatched up and consumed by the whirlwind still ranging beside him. The smell of burning flesh was overpowered by the smell of burning cabbage. Firebrand caught the last with his foot before it was pulled in, a futile effort to stop the smell from getting stronger. The windstorm died down and the concentrated stink spread out across the battlefield.

Then Viral burst from the remnants of the stand, broken and burned and alive. Firebrand almost sagged as he watch the beastmans wounds nit themselves together. Not out of fear or weariness, but disappointment. He'd mistaken simple bravado for suicidal bravery. Here he'd though he found someone with the death defying spirit of the Silver Knight. It was irrational, but as Viral charged back to melee he felt robbed.

So he threw the cabbage at him.

It was a very good throw, considering he'd done it with his foot. The vegetable flew right at Viral's face. For a moment it was like the moon hanging in the night sky. Then, as it was just within arms reach, a blue Buster burned through it and shot at him like an arrow. The stink was ghastly.
In Masked 10 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
@Eviledd1984@RBYDark

"You saw a flying lady!?" Danny shouted. This bit of lucky news pushed every other thought out of his head, along with any apparent concern for this strange man with the very sharp, deadly looking weapons. "Wait..." Danny said to himself, a thought making the laborious journey across the vast empty space that is his mind. He turned back to the first guy. "Can your friends fly?" He had been looking up all day, under the assumption that for heroes flying was just the default. It hadn't occurred to him that he could just miss her on the ground. OR this guy could be talking about a bad guy. That was always a possibility.

"Hey." He said, turning back to the dangerous looking guy. "What did the flying lady look like?"
"An extreme reaction," Josephine said to the demon lord, cupping her chin in her hand. "Though the correct one, if the stories contain even the slightest truth." She wondered what it could have been. Poisoning of the ground water? Parasitic spores? A miasma released by the plants? Some invasive species that made these plants their home, carrying some unknown pathogen. Or perhaps a simple mutation of a diseases common in plant life?

She would have to inquire about the details later. Maybe head out to the demons former home, try to find a sample, finally put one of the worlds greatest medical mysteries to rest. For now, she watched as others began to file in. She knew that this endeavor was important, but the size and make up was a surprise. Fortunately, someone voiced he thoughts for her.

"Forgive me for the sudden question," she half grin. "This group is.. Er- varied, I believe?"


"And large." She amended with a small smile. "It makes me curious how many of us are expected to return. Someone at court is going to make quite a lot of money when we all do."
"Ah." Josephine said, drawing herself back up. "My apologies. Many things about your people have become so mythologized it is difficult to know what is truly fact. My name is Josephine Prendick, a Doctor of some renown. Your case has always been of great interest to myself and my colleagues. The exact nature of the so-called 'Holy Plague' that ravaged demonkind was the subject of many a late nights shouting match."
Josephine wandered out of the castle just after dawn, pack laden with supplies and swaying back and forth with every easy step. She looked around regretfully as men set up shop amid a pall of disquiet so thick you could cut it with a scalpel. She had only been in the country for around a month, set up in the castle dungeons, toiling day and night with records and tests to try and find the cause of the good kings illness where his court healers had so far bungled. She'd looked in his blood. She'd looked in his bile. She'd searched his stomach and intestines. She'd taken a core of his bones and sorted through his leavings. She poured over every record in the castle, searching for signs in his past or similar systems in his ancestors. All turned up nothing.

She hadn't yet searched in his brain, but that was only because she was positive the guard wouldn't be quite so understanding once she broke out the drill.

There was a long, drawn out caw from the top of her pack. She frowned slightly, looking around at the scant morning activity around her. "I think you are correct. I did not notice it when I first arrived." She said to the slid blue peacock perched atop her pack, idly preening against the bed of snakes that made ups its tail. Though she'd at least determined that the kings illness wasn't contagious, it was nevertheless apparent that the whole country had been stricken with the disease. She was reminded of a play she had attended in the grand theaters of St. Guiernon during her student days, in which the land and the king were one. His absence was a gaping wound that, left untreated, would surly cause the whole of Naviance to rot.

So she came upon the appointed place, at the appointed hour. It was a remarkably unsurprising little group she spotted as she arrived. There was one of the kings men, obviously. The quiet one. Jenso, the hero. One of the court healers she had past on her way to and from the kings chambers several times. She didn't care for them, though remembered that this models name began with a S. Then there was...well, she had an idea.

"Healer." She said as she came upon the gathering. "If I'd been informed we could have left the castle together, bonded over our mutual uselessness." She nodded to the men of the group. "Kings Man. Hero. Good morning." She turned to the demon in their midst and, instead of a simple nod, placed one leg behind the other, threw out her arm, bent at the knees, and gave a deep sweeping bow. "And good morning to you, your majesty."

@cynder@bkburke@jensoman@Cherrywitch
In Masked 10 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
I don't even know why someone would have to ask permission.
"Wait, seriously, like the real god?" Ashley asked Loki, shaken. If she didn't think she was in the presence of titans before she certainly did now. Maybe this guy was trying to pull her leg too. "You're not just, you know, doing a character. No offence, there are just guys that do that. Act all different when they put on the costume, like a professional wrestler."
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