LeeRoy

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

Actually, nevermind, try not to click TheBiddz's link. Turns out it was a scam.

And we fell for it.

Daemon Web- NMV

Yeah, Kanitah's whips were just finished off when he heard the sound of wind rushing over the top of the hole he had created previously. Curious, Kanitah looked up to spot the light mist of cold condensation falling down into the pit. It seemed that his icey new companion was still quite alive. Odd, he had thought Khold somewhat of a meek sort, judging by his immediate reaction earlier to flee from the scene of the battle. Not his problem, however, he has no reason to fight Khold. In fact, he hoped that Khold would call him friend at some point in time. Most reasonably, after the fighting was over, as words seem to fall on deaf ears in this world. And likely all others.

Why was that? His mind wandered for a moment as he stood himself up, finishing the knot around his palms and wrists. Safely securing the webbing in his hands. It's something odd that he's actually noticed here. Fury isn't reacting to stimuli like a normal man would. Insults on his person seem to fall flat, as though he either didn't understand them. Or they meant little to him. Maybe he was just some battle hardened war chieftain of some civilization of cruel and reasonably war like folk.

What if he's like, a zombie? You know, the undead? Yeah, that would make a bit more sense. These thoughts came to his head as he began scaling the walls, digging his metallic fingers into the stone and petrified gunk he clawed his way vertically. The thoughts persisted, like the thoughts you have before falling asleep, these sort of bugged at the back of his head. Like, why in the world was Fury so odd? His behavior doesn't seem to indicate that of a man who cares about his own survival, rather that of a man who just wants to win.

The zombie thought came to his head. What if there's like a mental defection that's in his head that's driving him crazy? Could I be the asshole here? Am I beating on a mental defunct? That'd be terrible, I'd feel like such a monster. Inside of the old Pundambayan's head he started feeling so bad in an almost comical fashion. Just before he reached the peak the cold touched what remained of his skin, chilling his spine to his feet.

As he entered the gap, the cold air around Khold blew against what remained of his head hair. For some reason his beard was wholly intact, like, there had been no attempts to actually punch him in the jaw. That was actually another thing that brought him back to his previous thoughts. Is Fury just fighting because he's scared or something? Is this guy a mental toddler? Oh sweet biscuits, what kind of monster am I? He hoisted himself up through the gap again, standing up straight and looking upwards into Khold's eyes.

Taking a deep breath he held up the nine foot long pair of twin whips. "Hey. I made these things." Waving them a bit to get the tip of them closer to Khold's feet. "Can you make them better?"

(Improvised Weapons completed.)

Daemon Web- NMV

Hey, Melon. I'm gonna go ahead and finish up the whip and get out of the hole so we can get going once your posts start to speed up. Also to be out of the way when Khazna and Khold both get to the area where the hole is.

Mystique- "A techno-magic world"-NMV

Listening to Carmen's short tale she opted to not give a short tale of her own, but rather listeing to the rest of the comment. And that's when a juicy little comment rang to her ears. A questionable package? Oh my, that's sure an entertaining thought. With a little push of a button a round wall lowered down over the console and seating arrangements for the two of them. Jessibelle had actually planned this seating arrangements, this was a private chamber for important conversations. "Ssorry about your companionss, dear, but this iss a private matter. Issn't it?"

When the question of a request fell upon her. "Of coursse, we've no qualmss with hauling any cargo of yourss. Tell my crew itss location and weight, we'll load it onboard." To be honest, Jessibelle was growing tired of her lordly act right now. Taking up her normal and rather casual tone in the now private room. To be honest, even for someone as clever as her, it is difficult to hold a fake accent for so long. "We really don't mind illegal trade here, we're not the leading governing body. Sso hauling illegal or questionable materiel issn't a problem."

Swordfight

Green's opinion on this?

Swordfight

And now Bah is in possession of the floating sword.

Swordfight

Bah grumbled when she interupted him. "Elf bitch, at least human men look like men." To be honest, Bah's a little racist. The sound of metal on metal rang through the air and a blade came just outside of his reach, the sword used by one of the men down below. "What?" With one small leap to the other side of the room he snatched the blade out of the air and waved it a bit. "What happened?" Regaining his overlooking position on the banister by turning on his heels, he began to wonder why this blade came to him. In his curiosity, the small man looked down below to witness the last few moments of Mordem's life pass from him, blood sprayed from him and splattered to the floor.

Inside of his head he was a bit worried, the large man had already claimed the life of another? Heavens no, this was not good in the slightest. We've only just got here, and no introductions have been done besides his own. Bah sure hoped that wasn't his host, he was hoping for some sort of reward after all of this.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Literally. Bah had grabbed Mordem's sword from the air and waved it a bit. Little heavy around the middle, and there was a tiny chink where it had been struck by them massive hulk of a man's blade. "My, what a fine sword. You down there, big fellow. You don't mind if I keep this sword do you? I mean, it won't matter in the long run, I'm going to kill you and take your sword as well."

Tapping his chin he went to drop the sword to the brute below, muttering a little singsongily. "You can take it, I don't need it." Instead of it dropping how he had intended, it just sort of hovered there in the air. Suspended by some unseen force. "Oh my. You know what? I'm going to keep this."

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

Yeah, after I read everything on Perdo Wastes I'm going to toss Arp at that planet and see what happens. I intend to have Arp be alligned with the Angar Ryllans who just so happen to be on that backwoods planet, which I've stated he was going to be before. So I'm going to play him as he is intended to be played.

With gusto.

Edit: Added this to Arp's sheet.

Notes:
Arp's processor is inside of his waist. He thinks out of his ass, quite literally. The optic sensor on his head functions, but his head itself is a distraction.

His engine is inside of his chest, just below the component that opens up on his command.

The propulsion pack itself has its own photonic pump, however it is not connected to the system that allows him to manipulate it. So it just blasts the energy outwards as propulsion, rather than a weapon.

Daemon Web- NMV

How are you going to survive the fall without injury?

This is lowered gravity, but that doesn't mean immunity to the fall damage,

Also, since when was the sword's abilities AoE? It states contact on the sheet. Contact =/= Area of Effect.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

Keezi's borderline low tier, so if I were dumb enough to put her in the way she'd get creamed in about two turns. So I'm just gonna have her move out of the way to observe and then run if the winner isn't favorable.