kishin asura

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

It says "you had one job."

@Wraithblade6

Oh.....

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

<Snipped quote by kishin asura>

@Wraithblade6

.............whaaaaaa?

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

GODDAMMIT MATT I TOLD NOT TO BRING THE DAEMON BACK!!! ONE JOB!!! ONE FUCKING JOB!!! THAT WAS ALL YOU HAD!!! RANT OVER!!!

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

((Reply in weirdo-land will occur when Wraith posts)) With a loud snap, the beast gorges itself on Genocide's head. And even as he does so, he suddenly staggers back, birhgt white light bursting from his mouth and eyes. The head, he finds unexpectedly, had been absolutely bursting with magic. Already, he could feel new power filling him just from the head, as his body digested this foreign magic. He had been lucky the unexpected burst of arcane power hadn't been life magic, or that would have hurt like crazy. In any case, what had that been anyway? He hadn't sensed jack shit from the old man, and yet this would indicate he had been a rather powerful mage. And this particular flavor of magic was highly familiar, he'd eaten it before. It was... it was sealing magic. ..... oh shit. As he looks back at Genocide, he sees a massive pillar of grey light, beaming from the stump of his neck, an unearthly screeching filling the air. Even as he rushes forward to devour the rest, a blast of energy strikes him in the chest, as he goes flying backwards. The bang could be heard before he ever struck the wall, as the intruder smashed through layer after layer of reinforced steel at sonic speeds. At the end, his entire body was broken, nearly every bone smashed and every organ crushed. Even to Rudan, this was rather serious damage, and would take some time to repair. Even as he lay there, the knowledge of the devoured man flooded his mind. An immense being, crushing planet after planet. It was like a shadow, as it gradually moved across the sun, devouring it. An arcane parasite, that drew the life from entire solar systems at a time. A god, of sorts, without a pantheon, for the pantheon had been devoured. In many ways, Rudan found a kindred spirit, one who intended to absorb the entire universe into itself. And yet, Rudan also realized that this being had been trapped within mortal form, and the actions he had taken would have been one of the first steps to releasing it. --------------------------------------- Asura found his blast sucked away, the red energy striking a wall of shifting grey power. Quite rapidly, Genocide's head reformed, eyes once more glittering, no longer emitting such great bursts of light. "Ah, that felt good. It has been far too long, since I was able to stretch my vectors. To see and feel through my own body, instead of this accursed host. But I can't stick around. In this chaos, I might be devoured as well." Smiling, Genocide walks through the mysterious orb, the images that flicker over it's surface momentarily shaping into a single solid location. A shattered landscape, a broken moon. Corpses and debris float in orbit around a great space station, ripped apart by powers unknown. A visage of the fate that would await this world. Several more arms reached through the portal, long and spindly, and yet inherently graceful. The aura still grey, as this feeling of strange calm grew in the room. Were this hole not to be closed soon, the Daemon would march through. Even without knowing the meaning of the word, it was clear that this being possessed immense power. And from the tremors going through the planet even now, it was clear that it wouldn't stand much more punishment.

@thewizardguy

"Well, see you next time." Asura says as he attempts to portal away

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Genocide falls backwards, as blasts of energy lash around him, attempting to dodge the incoming attacks. And yet, to the Mad God, it was as if this fool was moving in slow motion. Eventually, Genocide stood shirtless, minor burns covering his skin as he simply glared. It was amazing how unimpressive his powers were, as he had displayed no supernatural tendencies whatsoever. Instead, he simply stood there, panting and sweating as Asura fired his mock shots. "You should have killed me while you could. I have unlocked the power of the infinite nothing, the purest form of existence! I will wield it to -" Suddenly, a mysterious figure steps through the orb, as Genocide turns around. "What? Who are you! You're not supposed to come out! Get back in there, this isn't the time nor the place for you!" Furious. Genocide starts simply walking up to the unwelcome intruder, as if he intended to push him back into the portal directly. Then, he's suddenly anchored in place by the Chihuaha Chain (Yes, I'm calling it that, no, I'm not going to stop.) The world seems to stabilize, as Asura finds himself unexpectedly grounded. Even the simplest of things could anchor one, and even as he was anchored as such, he found that reality followed suit. The room WAS shaking, and it WAS falling apart. The many possible figures stepping through the portal solidified into a single jackass, as the ground solidified into it's normal pattern. Either the effects of the timeline being distorted had been negated, or Asura had simply been made mostly immune to it. Whichever it was, it was a welcome change from the previous sense of confusion. "This all doesn't matter. I've tried this too often to have you ruin it for me now!" Genocide raises both hands, as the orb begins to expand. On the surface, images of times and places far distant can be seen. Slowly, a hand begins to breach the surface of the orb, long and slender, and yet filled with a dark and powerful aura. Several others begin breaching at alternate points, each arm looking as if it belonged to a different ethnicity or even race, and each constantly switching. Some were covered in scales, others had platelike chitin. All were adorned with gold and jewels, radiating that foul power. "This entire universe will be consumed!"

@thewizardguy

"Yeah no." Asura said as he fired one last shot. This time, he aimed for genocide's head

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

...I'm baaaaaccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk >:D PREPARE FOR CHAOS! I JUST HAD A MASSIVE MENTAL BREAK, SO EXPECT LUNACY, and LUNA-CY!

@supertinyking

.....oh I am so not looking forward to the lunacy......

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

As genocide was barraged by vajra blasts and most everyone else was stuck fighting themselves in some situation that i'm sure would make the nearest zen masters cream their pants just from the fact it was happening; the portal behind genocide begins to shift and crack, the seamless whiteness giving a marker of something coming in from the other side as a great darkness begins to seep from the perfectly white sphere. Corpses begin writhing up from the ground and approaching the portal only to collapse as though some great beast had taken to eating them. Soon however, the feeding frenzy stops as a thin, lanky man steps forward from the port, the temporal fluctuations causing it to seem like there were a good twelve of him, each unique and battered in their own way to such extremities as if they were of separate species as the miasma of death and darkness begins to congeal on the real one while he raises an arm, pointing at the lot before him as he asks "alright... which one of you fucks opened a portal in my bathroom?" in a rather annoyed tone, his clothing obviously baring the charred marks of the attacks that had made it through the portal to strike at him while he'd been on the other side. Upon closer inspection however, the pale man in his black tee with a leather jacket fitting to him to serve as armor, mystical markings of some nature lopping and covering the entirety of the thing while his pants remain as something akin to jeans but with an odd mix of silk and leather instead of denim was in fact, an elf rather than a man yet the only marking factors for elves as they knew them was the oddly colored eyes and his pointed ears while his skin remains deathly pale yet his clothing style and materials would be akin to a drow's normal garb yet the fact that he's male would normally mean a subservient life however he carries himself tall and quite sure of himself, something that would have been beaten out of him were he to have been a slave. The rather strange elf radiating death and darkness stands waiting for a response, grinding his razor sharp teeth on each other, giving him the visage of a shark like most that knew the demigod hunger would recognize, as he gazes upon the battle field before raising his arms, small circles of green fire sprouting to life under the combatants feet before skulls of odd creatures would come out of the darkness formed from inside the green circles before biting each one in the ankles rather painfully but not actually risking injury, as though the skulls were of some cross dimensional chihuahua or other similarly small dog, the pain from an outside source serving as a rather annoying but effective anchor to this world rather than the worlds they were lost in within their own minds or alternating timelines.

@Tyki

"How did you....." the portal closes behind asura as he tilts his head to the side. Of all the things he expected, this wasn't one of them "...nevermind. just help me kill the omnicidal maniac."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Here to confirm, I gave Tyki full permission to jump through the Mystery Orb.

@thewizardguy

Alright now it's legit

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

<Snipped quote by kishin asura> matt just told me that i could have my character show up through the portal genocide opened, however i'm not going to tell you anymore than that since i'm sure matt has plans for the info i know and spoilers :P

@Tyki

Oh....alrighty then. It does seem legit...

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

the portal genocide opened not kishin's portal

@Tyki

Huh? Must've missed something then....... Checked it, as far as I know, genocide wasn't making a portal. If anything, he did something to make separate timeliness undergo the first stages of being divided by zero. If you have a better way of describing whatever the hell genocide did, more power to you.