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5 yrs ago
Current Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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5 yrs ago
Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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5 yrs ago
no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
7 yrs ago
Oh shit, I'm sorry
7 yrs ago
instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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I spy someone trying to be the ultimate being.

Also, my char is in a school setting yeah? Who are those people milling about? Wraiths? Demons? Ghosts of the past? Or actual people?
It was all so strange to her.

Not the myriad of people, creatures and demons assembled on these podiums, not the fact Hudson and Emillia wasn't stringing her along, and certainly not the fact that she was seemingly in another world entirely, but just the fact this building seemed in good condition. In her whole life, she had never seen any building as large as this being in either great condition, without gang members or demons infesting it, or without any sort of wildlife living inside it. It was akin to someone who had lived in the mountains their whole life, perfectly content with what they had, and then being told there was a place called the sea, where water stretched out as far as their eyes can see.

And then told they need to fight all the monsters inside it to get a single wish.

All these... things on the podiums. Were these to be her opponent? There were some she could understand, like that large dumb-looking fellow over there, or the girl shrouded in black cloth, but there were others like that huge hulking demonic looking person, or the draconic woman. All of a sudden, she wished she had asked more about the tournament, especially when they mentioned they needed to kill the opposition. Juniper glared at the two behind her, with Emillia swiftly averting her eyes as Hudson met her gaze.

Perhaps it was her own fault for not asking more, but a tournament did not usually mean they were to kill each other. Perhaps in the demon world it did. In any case, she was already in the tournament, and just leaving right now would be rude. There was also the fact that there was a demonic machine here which consumes the souls of the fallen to grant a wish. That was not something she could ignore. Should someone get the bright idea to awaken the demon king once again...

Silently, she took the phylactery and stuffed it in her clothes.

Juniper wasn't sure of her chances against most of the champions gathered for the tournament, but at the very least, they did say she did not need to kill to advance in the tournament, so that was one small comfort should she actually won a match. Hopefully she did not lose any, for she did not trust most of the contestants to be as... civil, as she was. All she needed to do was to utilize the down time before each match to find out where the machine was, and get the hell out of dodge once she destroyed it. At most, she would have at most two matches before she had to face some of those heavy hitters, those she was wary of. Depending on how the tournament will play out of course. Dropping two fighters in a plain and level arena was a sure way of ensuring those without ranged means of attacking be heavily disadvantaged.

Of course, she had no intention of losing her life here. The other God Hand was still out there, and should she lose one here, in this world, her own world would have no way of preventing the demon king from rising, or to oppose them if they do manage to rise again. Mist started to fill the arena, as she pondered her first choice of action.
App spartacus and be a rebel
Ill wait until the casters and berserkers have been posted first I think. ^^;
Ooo, time to start the hunger games the tournament. Ill have a post up as soon as i can. Which may mean tomorrow if I cant find time today.
As soon as everybody got their intro in i assume.
Hazel got upgraded again. Now she can explode things she displaces.

More details on her CS in the char tab.
Hazel Baker


Once again, she was back in the observatory room.

This time however, Hazel was huddled in a corner, with her eyes shut and her hands covering her ears. The collar was damping the noise she was trying to shut out, but with the drug's effect having weakened, it was all she could do to suppress her desire. The sound of Gregory's bones breaking kept replaying in her mind, with that strange urge to find someone, and recreate that noise with their bones.

***


The house groaned and shook, violently tossing both Hazel and the furniture around the flooded room. With great effort she closed her eyes, preparing for the inevitable collapse of the house. And with it, her as well.

The end never came.

When she opened her eyes she was sitting, once again, in a garden, or rather what seemed to be a small garden in the middle of an endless ocean, so calm it could almost be mistaken for a mirror, reflecting the stars in the nights sky above. It was broad daylight, but oddly enough the sky was black.

It would make for a serene scene, albeit a slightly surreal one, with the starry sky reflecting off the ocean, if not for the incredible pressure she felt. It was as if the ocean and the sky was pushing, grinding, fighting against each other. Sparks flew around the air, like fiery butterflies. She had a feeling like it was tainted, but... it wasn't as frightening anymore.

"That's right. Don't be afraid."

Hazel turned in surprise, staring at the figure sitting daintily at a white table laden with food.

***


Hazel jerked, her eyes fluttering open.

She was still in the room, staring at the replay on the monitors from a corner of the room. Another one of the dreams. It didn't seem to be as frightening anymore. Not frightening anymore. Not like some here. At least, she knew who she couldn't trust from this fight, and combined with her experience from the last fight, she knew what she needed most at the moment.
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