No idea. I know there's probably a mystery though. No idea what sort it is, but the setting is perfect for it. At least before I started gunking ectocooler all over it.
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Every time a multiverse deal rolls around I want to play as Manny Calavera, but I have neither the wit nor the charm to pull that off.
"My feeling exactly." he replied. The sun dipped lower, the sky going from orange to soft purple to deep dark black. The moon rose high into the sky. He leaned his umbrella against a tree and pulled off both his gloves, tucking them into his front jacket pocket. He turned to face the forest, rubbing his hands together. "If I'm going to unmask this monster, first I'll need to do some landscaping!"
As he rubbed his hands together they started to give off an eerie green glow as something like a see-through liquid began to float up off of them and waft lazily about the treetops. He pulled his hands apart and spread them wide, the stuff now gushing out between them like fog. For a brief moment the cloud seems to coalesce into the shape of a clattering skull, then the man slams his hands into the ground and pumps the stuff into the earth.
The effect is instantaneous. Long green vines burst forth from the pumpkin seeds he'd scattered earlier, winding their way across the ground sprouting orange gourds, bug and small as they went. Some of the vines wound their way up the trees, depositing pumpkins high on their branches. The trees themselves began to shake, becoming twistier, more old and gnarled if that were even possible. Every knot became part of a face, every crack and cranny a line of jagged teeth, every branch a grasping claw. The pumpkins began to stretch and squash, ripping open mouth and eyes in comically ghoulish configurations. There was no pulp inside, however, merely a solidly burning flame of the same eerie color as the strange substance the had birthed them.
He lifted his hands up off the ground and placed them on his knees, breathing in and out deeply and deliberately. The whole patch of trees was now positively haunted, but was oddly more illuminated now by the green light given off by the Jack-O-Lanterns. A thick fog, like that caused by dry ice mixed with water, drifted over the forest floor in a milky soup that came up to your ankles. Nothing moved, but somewhere off in the distance a lonesome howl rang out over the forest.
"That always happens." He said breathlessly. "There isn't a wolf." He pulled himself up to his feet to admire his work with pride. "The don't call me Baron Halloween for nothing. Normally it would take days of work to get it to this state, but I've been marinating those seeds for a while now in case I needed something like this on the double." He wiped the excess green stuff from his hands, it lazily listing away to join the blanket of fog, and re-gloved.
As he rubbed his hands together they started to give off an eerie green glow as something like a see-through liquid began to float up off of them and waft lazily about the treetops. He pulled his hands apart and spread them wide, the stuff now gushing out between them like fog. For a brief moment the cloud seems to coalesce into the shape of a clattering skull, then the man slams his hands into the ground and pumps the stuff into the earth.
The effect is instantaneous. Long green vines burst forth from the pumpkin seeds he'd scattered earlier, winding their way across the ground sprouting orange gourds, bug and small as they went. Some of the vines wound their way up the trees, depositing pumpkins high on their branches. The trees themselves began to shake, becoming twistier, more old and gnarled if that were even possible. Every knot became part of a face, every crack and cranny a line of jagged teeth, every branch a grasping claw. The pumpkins began to stretch and squash, ripping open mouth and eyes in comically ghoulish configurations. There was no pulp inside, however, merely a solidly burning flame of the same eerie color as the strange substance the had birthed them.
He lifted his hands up off the ground and placed them on his knees, breathing in and out deeply and deliberately. The whole patch of trees was now positively haunted, but was oddly more illuminated now by the green light given off by the Jack-O-Lanterns. A thick fog, like that caused by dry ice mixed with water, drifted over the forest floor in a milky soup that came up to your ankles. Nothing moved, but somewhere off in the distance a lonesome howl rang out over the forest.
"That always happens." He said breathlessly. "There isn't a wolf." He pulled himself up to his feet to admire his work with pride. "The don't call me Baron Halloween for nothing. Normally it would take days of work to get it to this state, but I've been marinating those seeds for a while now in case I needed something like this on the double." He wiped the excess green stuff from his hands, it lazily listing away to join the blanket of fog, and re-gloved.
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This rest period had been slightly more enjoyable than the last one, if only because the 2nd princess actually seemed to want him around. He was probed and cajoled into reveling detailed technical specifications for himself. The inner workings of his electronic brain, the Tesla system with which he controlled his lightning, the metallic composition of his outer armor and the Gummi-block derived nature of his under-armor and artificial skin. These were technically state secrets he was giving away, but he got around this block by recognising her the highest ranking mechanic on the ship, which she was in the technical sense, and would need to know this information should he require repairs. He derived pleasure from this workaround, as most robots did when they found such technicalities in their programming.
He did not explain his power source. That was a bridge too far even for him.
He did tell her, however, about the experiments that had lead to the foundation of his worlds societies. He even gave her the coordinates to the Islands where the research had been secretly carried out. If such a program existed in her world she might be able to find something there. He didn't worry about what she would do if she found something. The power could give her the ability to be god or devil, but she was a princess. If she found it she would be a god.
v2 shot to his feet as soon as the N were halfway out of the Emperors Mouth. "Teleport Now." He said, sternly, quickly, and in a higher pitch than normal. "Now!"
Had that been an exclamation point? No, no time. There was no time. The mission hadn't even started yet and was already endangered. He couldn't even express disapproval it would waste too much time.
He did not explain his power source. That was a bridge too far even for him.
He did tell her, however, about the experiments that had lead to the foundation of his worlds societies. He even gave her the coordinates to the Islands where the research had been secretly carried out. If such a program existed in her world she might be able to find something there. He didn't worry about what she would do if she found something. The power could give her the ability to be god or devil, but she was a princess. If she found it she would be a god.
v2 shot to his feet as soon as the N were halfway out of the Emperors Mouth. "Teleport Now." He said, sternly, quickly, and in a higher pitch than normal. "Now!"
Had that been an exclamation point? No, no time. There was no time. The mission hadn't even started yet and was already endangered. He couldn't even express disapproval it would waste too much time.
He watched her until she slipped into the mansion behind that other women, Claudia. Far be it from him to break such an entrancement. "Curiouser and Curiouser." He said, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. The last light of the twilight sun was fading fast, casting the whole world in shades of orange that almost reflected off the mans wide smile. "Tell me Jack, in your professional opinion as an amateur private dick, for what reason is a group of strangers brought together to a secluded mansion under mysterious circumstances?"
@DriveEMOut
@DriveEMOut
"My, my, stately secluded manor house, attached conservatory, foreboding woods," He said, surveying the house that he was positive had only just come into view. "Certainly seems like my sort of haunt. Tell me, young lady, are you the proprietor of this charming estate? Or have you too only just appeared out of the mists?"
@DriveEMOut@Amithea
@DriveEMOut@Amithea
"And," the gaudily dressed man added, tapping sharkface playfully on the chest with the tip of his umbrella. "Shark face is a compliment." He leaned back, resting up against one of the trees. "You know, this whole situation brings to mind a particularly experimental episode of The Twilight Zone. Group of eccentric strangers, nondescript area, general mystery, all we'd need is a fifth for the comparison to become slightly ominous."
I just had a long debate with my character over whether or not to accept an artifact of ultimate power from a chaos god.
He won.
He won.
I can't believe I just did that crap oh god what have i done Firebrand you idiot Wooooo, that was fun.
*Edit* To clarify my complicated feelings here, I just had an argument with a fictional character that I lost!
@thewizardguy
Firebrand slowly stepped forward, and took flight up to the paladins outstretched palm. He hovered there, breathing steadily. Did he want it? But, no, he knew the being puppeting this knight spoke true. He did. Every day, it the depths of his soul, there wasn't a moment he didn't regret giving up this power. Throwing away his one chance to do what every dream that haunted the underworld dreamed of, and for what? Surely he would have been called a hero. Surly, even as a brutal tyrant, they would still chant the name of the Hero Firebrand with pride for accomplishing what so many had sought? Those he had destroyed for this crest were dead, they could not judge him and had no right besides. Had they not also been seeking the crest? Had they not fought and killed and burned just as he had? And what had stopped him the first time he reached out for such power but the intervention of a coward schemer? Would he have not been a better king than Phalanx for all those years? There was no point in concerning himself with the fate of those he had crushed on his path to the crest, they had simply not been strong enough. No one could disparage him for that, least of all himself, the hypocrites! Why had he ever forsaken it in the first place!?
Rest assured, Joker. Everyone here bears the world's fate...
Firebrand snapped to attention, arm outstretched to take up what was rightfully his, and halted. There was something behind him, visible to the depraved god and, in this strange moment, perhaps everyone present. A knight, clad in shining silver, eyes steely and fearless staring back at Slaanesh from the depths of the demons soul. His enemy. The enemy he was meant to fight. The enemy who, after taking this power, meeting in battle again would be rendered meaningless. The Blazon of Nothingness. With it, the greatest joy that could be had would be reduced to nothing. There would be only the cold.
He pushed himself back, opened his mouth, and launched a buster at the Crest of Infinity.
Firebrand slowly stepped forward, and took flight up to the paladins outstretched palm. He hovered there, breathing steadily. Did he want it? But, no, he knew the being puppeting this knight spoke true. He did. Every day, it the depths of his soul, there wasn't a moment he didn't regret giving up this power. Throwing away his one chance to do what every dream that haunted the underworld dreamed of, and for what? Surely he would have been called a hero. Surly, even as a brutal tyrant, they would still chant the name of the Hero Firebrand with pride for accomplishing what so many had sought? Those he had destroyed for this crest were dead, they could not judge him and had no right besides. Had they not also been seeking the crest? Had they not fought and killed and burned just as he had? And what had stopped him the first time he reached out for such power but the intervention of a coward schemer? Would he have not been a better king than Phalanx for all those years? There was no point in concerning himself with the fate of those he had crushed on his path to the crest, they had simply not been strong enough. No one could disparage him for that, least of all himself, the hypocrites! Why had he ever forsaken it in the first place!?
Rest assured, Joker. Everyone here bears the world's fate...
Firebrand snapped to attention, arm outstretched to take up what was rightfully his, and halted. There was something behind him, visible to the depraved god and, in this strange moment, perhaps everyone present. A knight, clad in shining silver, eyes steely and fearless staring back at Slaanesh from the depths of the demons soul. His enemy. The enemy he was meant to fight. The enemy who, after taking this power, meeting in battle again would be rendered meaningless. The Blazon of Nothingness. With it, the greatest joy that could be had would be reduced to nothing. There would be only the cold.
He pushed himself back, opened his mouth, and launched a buster at the Crest of Infinity.
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