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A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

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"The Dormant Titan"

Bart had remained silent regarding Titanica's speech. He perhaps didn't speak out of sheer terror, but she believed that he considered himself higher than all others within the guild. Yet the more he remained silent, the more impatient she became. The titanic woman was about to shake the guts out of him if it weren't for Yang interjecting and taking the blame, as well as Ditzy giving him a small pouch of gold. Titanica was rather confused as to why they attempt to appease this helpless mortal. However, having no choice but to respect her acquaintances' wishes, the titan finally released Bart as she reverted back to her proper human form. Yet she didn't stop glaring down on him. She badly wanted to exterminate this wretch with her mighty atomic breath, but conceded for the meantime.

Yet even her mighty image and status wasn't enough to change the guildmaster's mind, as he scoffed and walked off.

"Pathetic little mortal..." Titanica growled as steam fumed from her nostrils, "I would've vaporized him if no one was around."

Talia then explained how Bart reacted this way due to the fact that he didn't want to be detected by Varjo, however adding that despite the nation being notoriously on-edge, they wouldn't be completely reckless to go after a guild. Neil agreed with this statement, chiming in how since they have such powerful beasts like Titanica, the demoness Vară, and the ice dragon Nagare. Still, the titan believed that the guild master shouldn't have acted so hostile against his own members. And if this indeed kept up, then she will leave without saying a thing.

Let alone fixing the door she held herself morally responsible for.

But then, Titanica heard a familiar chime come from the entranceway.

"T-Titanica?"

"Reunion"

The grim woman paused. That voice? Was it who she believed it was? Her eyes lightened and her tension loosened slightly before she turned around to face an old comrade. There Morgan stood, not looking a day over several thousand years - and her standing before Titanica, her familiar scowl having never quite left her. The two titans focused upon one another, silently inspecting each other after what seemed to be an eternity of separation. Neil attempted to introduce the girl to the titan herself, but both didn't need any introductions.

"Morgan." the large titan said with only a bare hint of curiousness, "I thought you and your clan were dead."

"I-I could ask the same for you Titanica," the tiny girl responded hesitantly, "I thought the Great Dying had claimed you..."

"I am very much alive..." the saurian woman replied back with a scoff, "I do not know how, but fate wanted me to remain. I am - as far as I know - the only survivor of my kind..."

"I believe I'm one of the last myself..." Morgan nodded sadly in sympathy, her antennae drooping downwards, "I do not know where the others are... or if they are even still alive. It's been over a thousand years since I've last spoken to them..."

The two remained silent for awhile afterwards, both lamenting over the catastrophic events that had transpired over their people. It was a painful reminiscence for the two of them - all the suffering and guilt that they had to endure had rushed back into their ancient frames. And now, to see each other in the flesh after so long, it was as if they were dreaming about this very moment.

But they weren't the only ones to be dazed by this encounter. It appeared that Ozzy had his own existential crisis regarding the existence of these kaiju. No more were they mere myths and legends. Whilst only barely as individuals, they were indeed alive and well. The harpy fainted at such a sight, muttering in his own breath about the implications. Both would hear, but not react.

And then... the tension in the air climaxed.

"Embrace"

Morgan's eyes began to water as she rushed towards Titanica and embraced her with open arms.

"TITANICA-SAAAAAAAAAAN!" Morgan cried as she suddenly broke down, releasing her emotions upon hitting her stomach.

Despite how small Morgan was, Titanica still found herself pushed back by the initial collision. She issued a groan of surprise before stepping back, but still standing tall. There she remained awkwardly motionless for a minute, almost not sure at what to do at this moment. But even the titan of grump too - while not showing it as outwardly - had missed her immensely. She issued a faint smile before slowly embracing her in her powerful arms.

It had been a long time coming for the two of them.

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

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M.P:

5 --> 5

F.P:

20 --> 5

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With little more to do in the architect's playground of nothingness, Sartr proceeded to hop on the crystal. With a powerful thrust, he found himself at breakneck speed, heading straight to his bare slate that he will call his home. He had little idea on what was ahead of him, or what he will find, but he knew one thing. Any who dare stand in his wake, will be burned to cinders. None shall survive his wrath.

And when the flame god finally landed on Galbar, all he could see was a flat, desolate bed of blackened rock. Sartr simply stood there motionlessly - his arms crossed together - as he observed this bland place. Despite the large island's decent size. there was nothing but the black ground and the ocean beyond. This realm was completely empty. It had no substance, no warmth, no defining features. It was simply bland and cold. Even the water vapor that surrounded Sartr made him even more aggravated.

This world won't do. Not in the state that it is.

The Fire God must have his own personalized place to call home. And he knew the best gateway to get there. The giant lifted his foot, already enraptured in terrible fire, and with a thunderous bellow he smashed through the rock with a powerful stomp. The immediate shockwave rocked across a several mile radius - perhaps reaching other nearby settlements - before the ground began to violently underneath. Large pieces of stone erupted from the ground, producing huge sharp crags while a huge mountain dwarfed everything in the nearby vicinity by many kilometers. Yet as it ascended farther into the sky, large holes exploded from its side, revealing a fiery liquid that bursted outwards like a leaking fountain. And once the mountain reached its full height, its peak suddenly collapsed in on itself as magma erupted from its center.

This would become Galbar's first and (currently) largest volcano - the mountain of fire.

[-7 FP - Gateway Created]

Huge balls of lava rained down upon the island, spreading upon the land and collapsing into the sea, with more flowing down from the crater. Sartr was taken back by this magnificent sight, flashing a visible smile of glee as he begins to ascend it. He could feel the pouring lava flow down his fiery body, seeping into him a newfound strength into his divine soul. He absolutely reveled in it, taking a second to just let it run down his arms and legs before continuing his ascent. In fact, he didn't need to continue climbing with his limbs as his whole body dissolved into the flowing liquid. There he ran up towards its spout, where it finally took again his humanoid form once at the top.

The flaming god looked down into the crater, revealing a swirling vortex that acts as the gateway to his realm. He leaped off his high perch and fell into the wormhole, becoming one with the molten magma while waiting to reach the bottom. He was in no rush however, as he let his body drift within this molten liquid. All of his problems and anger merely melted away. He truly was in utter bliss. Yet once he finally reached the bottom, he was greeted to yet another barren land - one only illuminated by the lava that spewed from the volcanic gateway.

Sartr was truly now within the foundations of his new sphere.

Once again, the molten god stomped his foot to produce more volcanoes and large crags, all which dotted the landscape as they discharged their fiery magma onto this virgin land. Then Sartr proceeded to slam his hand on the ground, where giant cracks in the ground made their way through the harsh rock and crept up on several nearby volcanoes. The lava would then pour into the cracks, effectively making lava rivers that melt through the firma. The landscape was in chaos, yet once the initial craze ended, there lied Sartr's ideal world. A world bathed in fire and ash, just how he liked it.

He would call this world... Muspelheim.

[-8 FP - Created Muspellheim]

And it was his to rule.

There was still more to be done in the future, but for the meantime Sartr was satisfied with his sphere. With that, he carves a small crater of lava and proceeds to dip his body into the boiling substance. For now he shall rest and enjoy his time within his own world that he created. And above him, his volcano - the Gate of Muspell - will slowly, day by day, expand as every eruption spreads its lava all the way to the sea. There the lava hardens and turns into obsidian, slowly growing the island ever so slightly.

Summary

Sartr lands on a large island and creates a gateway in the form of a giant volcano. [-7 FP]
He then descends into the volcano and reaches his barren sphere, where he officially creates Muspellheim. [-8 FP]

World of Light

<Snipped quote by Lmpkio>

According to the wiki, Geno Boost does not provide a slight boost in speed and/or defense. There's a situation in which it can provide 50% defense boost, which is significant, but we'll go for the baseline. Keep in mind that posts do not occupy a set amount of time. However, with those in mind the new power is okay.

@Lugubrious

Yeah, that's a bit of a bullshit position. Like even if I roll dice just to see if that 50% defense can be a thing, it's just not worth it. Baseline Boost it is - 50% Attack increase for 3 posts - and Geno's gonna need it.

World of Light

@Lugubrious So are the stats for Geno Boost good for Geno's third power?

Geno Boost: - Temporarily increases attack power by a significant amount (50% increase?) for a minute (roughly 2 - 3 posts). Has a recharge time of 10 posts.

Maybe also have a slight boost in speed and/or defense?

World of Light

Things are getting hot and heated!

_{While everyone silently forgets about Geno's existence.}

World of Light

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Level 2 - 3 - (20/20) --> (0/30) EXP (Level Up!)

[New Power: Geno Boost]

Location: Peach's Castle, Sewer Dungeon
Word Count: 933

_{"It's On Like 1981! - Pt 3"}

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As Geno looked down on the restrained dragon, he saw a face of relief wash over the captive figure. For a brief moment, the puppet believed that he might've not been under the allusion of the seraphim at all. Everything seemed like it was fairly normal, and for a brief few seconds, he thought that he might just let him set free. He felt pity for what he had to endure. But he'd trusted such eyes before - and they nearly costed with his life. Even if the poor dragon was indeed normal - even if those eyes of his were indeed his natural color - the puppet couldn't take anymore chances. And, something within his wooden frame called upon him to complete this assignment, despite his persona begging him not to do such a vile action.

He had to do this, whether he liked or not.

So when he slowly began to approach the purple creature with the knife in hand, he had to endure the high-pitched pleads for the great Star Warrior to stop.

“Hey, hey!”

Geno's wooden face began to cringe - his eyes squinting - as he continued on.

"What are you doing? You're not going to just pick up where he left off, are you...?"

He had no choice. The puppet began to walk even slower, as if delaying the inevitable, while he watched the young dragon squirm in absolute mortification. But there was no turning back now.

"Come on...!”

Now Geno was directly on top of him, where he could at last see the full picture of tarnishing the dragon against his own code. He tried to make himself look strong and soulless, but he would shed only a single star-tear - the only visible signification of utter regret that he'd let loose - while his insides began to scream for mercy at his conscious.

"This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you..." Geno said regrettably with a jerk in his voice as he carefully positioned the blade, "I hope you'll understand why. You will be freed too once all this is over... I promise."

Geno couldn't guarantee this to the captive creature, but it was the only thing he could do to comfort him. It didn't matter whether he heard him or not, only that the puppet believed that he'll eventually right this wrong doing. And if he failed, well, it'll indeed scar him one way or another.

And that's when he forced the blade right between the scales of the young dragon. He shut his eyes tightly and looked away as the purple creature began to howl in utter agony. The puppet couldn't bear to hear such a cry coming from what could've been an innocent creature. He could feel the creature struggle, feeling every swipe of his claws and the release of his fire breath just barely igniting his wooden exterior. He considered pulling the blade out, but he knew it was a pointless gesture of mercy now. The blade would then shift further in on its own, as Geno could hear the bubbling of the green fluid surge into the screaming victim.

And then, after one final push, the dagger broke off leaving the blade firmly inserted into the dragon's wound. It would be then that Geno would finally open his eyes and back away from the operating table. The doll witnessed absolute fury that ravaged through the dragon's body - his eyes clouded over as he struggled to break free of the restraints. It was an ugly sight to see what the beast had become, but Geno admitted to himself that it could've been much worse.

"Kamek"

Suddenly, the doll heard a mumbling coming from the corner of the laboratory. He'd turn back to see the magikoopa getting up from the blast finally getting his bearings as he squinted towards the action taking place

“He's...doing my test for me? Why, thank you! Still, I must inform the king immediately.” he said before disappearing in a volley of smoke.

So that was indeed Kamek who commenced the experiment. But who did he mean by the "King"? Surely he didn't mean "His Awfulness", as he's already a part of the resistance group outside. Yet Geno should not waste his time thinking on the owner of this castle is as he quickly turned towards the struggling dragon. And that's when he finally realized how he can utilize the best advantage of this situation.

He might as well turn their experiment right upon the two veterans themselves.

"A Regretful Ally"

Quickly, the puppet rushed towards the entrance of the laboratory, pushing aside everything as if making a clear path towards it. He slammed on the doorbell, opening the iron bars as they revealed the wooden creaking door underneath. He'd then turn towards the enraged dragon, who continued struggling, as he rose his arm cannon towards him. He spared no expensive of his fruitless words towards the dragon, knowing rather well that he'd not listen to what he had in mind. One by one, he shot away at the metal restraints, keeping his free hand to caress the door behind him. And once he finally shot the final restraint, Geno bolted out of the lab and issued a mad-dash towards his left - hopefully with the creature following him close behind.

All Geno had to do now is hope that he'd find one of the veterans first - preferably Mario - before he could find his own plan turned against him.

All he could do is pray to Star Road that all goes well.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@ShwiggityShwah - Got anything to say regarding Morgan by any chance? Or you know, Titanica herself?

World of Light

I still feel reaaaaaaally iffy on completing Kamek's experiment - feeling pretty bad about it to - but again I had no other choice.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@Restalaan Depending on when the GM will post, Morgan could probably confront him since she's already by the doorframe.

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

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Yet while Sartr awaited a response from the Architect himself, he suddenly heard the equally fiery voice of Seihdhara call to him from nearby.

"That's my boyo! You tell that dumb old thing, Danglydong!"

He paused for a second before slowly turning towards the goddess with a face of confused disgruntlement.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING DANGLYDONG?" he rudely asked, having the joke float right above his head like an oblivious child.

Then Arae hopped into the conversation.

"Sartravius, please, that's no way to act. You shouldn't have flames engulf the world."

Sartr turned towards the family god and snarled as his temper began to already reach critical mass.

""I WILL DO AS I PLEASE!" the flaming god roared repulsively, ""YOU ARE NO MOTHERLY FIGURE OF MINE!"

And before the fire god could do anything else, his answer would come in the form of another goddess. When he turned to face her however, he would be greeted to a sight that he found utterly repulsive - the liquid form of the Water Goddess herself, Ashalla.

"Can't you see? We have been brought here to create! Look at that Sphere over there. I feel it is much greater than this place here. There we can exercise our might!"

Sartr could feel her echoing voice breeze by his face, however it wasn't a pleasant one to him. Even the tiniest molecules that touched his face stung as they extinguished tiny flames within his thick beard. It wasn't nearly harmful enough to cause any damage, but he could feel his body react negatively to it, only producing broader more intense flames as a natural response. Water. His one true nemesis. The faint traces that his mind can remember back in the eternal days within the void's womb, how much he despised liquid water. His flames would be douched every time they touched the liquid substance, turning only into hot vapor and steam. It nearly killed him on several occasions, although they were all accidental and random. The flaming god wishes to evaporate the positivity off her damp face, yet can't. And this made him even more aggrieved.

But what she said about the spheres sporting a place where they can train and properly utilize their powers was more than appealing to him. He'll create a realm that will suit to his every needs. He began to think about the possibilities on what he'll make, sporting a fiery grin while he did so. That was until Arae interrupted him one last time.

""See, follow Ashalla's example, and create something good for the world, rather than letting fire run free."

Sartr said nothing more other than a rude scoff before turning towards the closest crystal to him. It was high time for him to leave and carve his own destiny with roaring passion.

Summary

Sartr rudely responds to Seihdhara and Arae respectively.

Being that he's a being of fire, his hatred of Ashalla is sparked in this moment, although heeds to her explanation for this moment and proceeds to his crystal.

5 Might (Native)
20 Free Might (Age of Creation)