@Nanashi Ninanai
The NTR route she was considering, though! But at least she'll get the confrontation CG.
The NTR route she was considering, though! But at least she'll get the confrontation CG.
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@KOgaming
Scio says we can just ignore Sodium's post (Sodium changed the heli to something else, anyway, haha), so you don't have to worry about that no-longer-existing helicopter.
Scio says we can just ignore Sodium's post (Sodium changed the heli to something else, anyway, haha), so you don't have to worry about that no-longer-existing helicopter.
With how things have been going on for me, how about a Varus sitting fiesta? Everone, body pile on him!
So he can blow us all sky-high, awwww yeah!
NICO LEHMANN
Nico shuffled behind Donovan quietly, heart still far outpacing his slow and unsteady steps. In the ensuing events of his haphazard rush to the worst human on the planet, a black fog had rolled in, the pitch-darkness like a void, and in that terrifying moment when the world turned monochrome a blinding light had burst from the chest of the one person Nico didn't want to feel grateful to.
And yet, this bane of humanity was illuminating the darkness, even more than the vermilion glow of Nico's sigils. As the asswipe's reaction went from anger to a giddy sort of excitement, Nico had only watched in stunned silence, shocked at the turn of events and at himself. His mind faintly registered the sounds of a panther's roar and a thudding impact a short distance away, but he couldn't find the focus to look or care. A thought like a Post-It note pointed out Mikhail's presence nearby, but nothing would process through, the thoughts scattering to the depths of his mind just as soon as they had surfaced, replaced by Nico's confusion.
Why did I do that?
That one thought played on repeat in his mind, every repetition changing an intonation here, an emphasis there.
I don't understand.
A stifling calm had enveloped him, choking out the initial urge to punch the universe's number one asshole despite Nico's guilty relief that his powers had activated after all. Gratitude and hatred was a nauseating combination and Nico found some irritating comfort in the oppressive calm. His eyes flicked to the jerk's hair again, mind automatically noting the muted orange shade once more. He even had more color. A twisting whorl of jealousy spun briefly in Nico's heart before the calm washed it out. Nico's gaze fell to the ground, his vision sliding aimlessly over the grass before fixating on one random location.
Where is this feeling from? Please not him.
Before he could even muster up the will to ask, the two of them had reached another group of students: a small girl with long, black hair and a guy wearing sunglasses despite the black fog.
Something about Varus came up in the conversation, and Nico looked up from the hole he had been trying to bore into the ground with his eyes.
Nico shuffled behind Donovan quietly, heart still far outpacing his slow and unsteady steps. In the ensuing events of his haphazard rush to the worst human on the planet, a black fog had rolled in, the pitch-darkness like a void, and in that terrifying moment when the world turned monochrome a blinding light had burst from the chest of the one person Nico didn't want to feel grateful to.
And yet, this bane of humanity was illuminating the darkness, even more than the vermilion glow of Nico's sigils. As the asswipe's reaction went from anger to a giddy sort of excitement, Nico had only watched in stunned silence, shocked at the turn of events and at himself. His mind faintly registered the sounds of a panther's roar and a thudding impact a short distance away, but he couldn't find the focus to look or care. A thought like a Post-It note pointed out Mikhail's presence nearby, but nothing would process through, the thoughts scattering to the depths of his mind just as soon as they had surfaced, replaced by Nico's confusion.
Why did I do that?
That one thought played on repeat in his mind, every repetition changing an intonation here, an emphasis there.
I don't understand.
A stifling calm had enveloped him, choking out the initial urge to punch the universe's number one asshole despite Nico's guilty relief that his powers had activated after all. Gratitude and hatred was a nauseating combination and Nico found some irritating comfort in the oppressive calm. His eyes flicked to the jerk's hair again, mind automatically noting the muted orange shade once more. He even had more color. A twisting whorl of jealousy spun briefly in Nico's heart before the calm washed it out. Nico's gaze fell to the ground, his vision sliding aimlessly over the grass before fixating on one random location.
Where is this feeling from? Please not him.
Before he could even muster up the will to ask, the two of them had reached another group of students: a small girl with long, black hair and a guy wearing sunglasses despite the black fog.
Something about Varus came up in the conversation, and Nico looked up from the hole he had been trying to bore into the ground with his eyes.
Hmm, maybe a detonation counter dependent on the strength of the spell. And he has to touch the caster to activate it.
@Scio
Because I'm a dumbass brilliant, I forgot to add Nico's height and weight in the CS, haha. With permission, I'll do that immediately. It, uh, is somewhat relevant to "Operation Punch Varus." Somewhat, haha.
Because I'm a dumbass brilliant, I forgot to add Nico's height and weight in the CS, haha. With permission, I'll do that immediately. It, uh, is somewhat relevant to "Operation Punch Varus." Somewhat, haha.
@Scio
I probably should've mentioned this earlier, but Operation Punch Varus is ready and operational. Everybody who wants to punc hVarus on your update before launching into it.
Yesssssss. Finally, we can stick it to that smug bastard. I wonder if Junko clobbering him with a boot is still a thing.
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