Lonewolf685

The War of the Three

Well i guess I'll post for Rufus in an hour or so. Better to keep something moving then wait for all my characters at this point.

The War of the Three

What's even going on in Hell anymore.

@TheWindel

By popular vote Luci will now lead Hell so Lucille can retire to the lap of luxury surrounded by happy sunflowers

The War of the Three

Dibs on throwing Frog for Artoria to fetch.

@Mega Birb

The Princess shall allow your dibs! Throw when ready!

The War of the Three

Ananta

The naga was a might bit disappointed in herself for boring the young snake with her dry conversation, and seeing the polite nods so thinly veiled was all the more apparent when her last charge was suffering from a nasty case of constant deadpan expression syndrome. She was ready to consign herself back to the sun rock when Celene's interest was renewed with discovering Ananta was acquainted with her mother, something she could work with.

"Yes, I know your mother. I was care taker to a very close associate of hers, so I cater to some of their parties if my Mistress is to indisposed." Though to say she could cook well was akin to saying the Specialist of Everything was Gordon Ramsey. Ananta blinked, recalling she actually had some light business to relay with Juno. It took a moment to consider her words as she was quite pointedly told not to use actual names here in heaven. Something about nepotism or treason, she really couldn't recall at the moment.
"Ah, and before i forget, Lady Juno, the...Eel would like to invite you over for dinner with the Idol and Electric Princess next weekend. She would have relayed the message herself but Deva would not take kindly to her presense up here in heaven. That's more or less the reason I am here, providing a perspective she'd be too troubled to maintain."

"Also Lady Ruma has suffered a small mental breakdown and went off to Tahiti for a vacation, so I really have no one to attend to at the moment." She could only hope the cause of said mental breakdown in Shiva wouldn't rear her head in the Nexus, or they would all know true mental anguish.

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Luci

"Oh, okay Momma!"

Ever the dutiful child Luci hopped off Lucille's lap with the tiny cheer that only came from a child delighted to just be there. She'd have rather seen her momma smiling but even the child knew that wasn't liable to happen in such a crowded place. Then again, Luci wasn't smiling as widely when she heard that the Frog had made her mother angry.

"What?! How could you do that to my Momma, Mr. Frog?!" She said, stamping her foot as she wheeled upon the sentient puppet, face quite literally boiling within her slimy head. "The only people momma should be mad with is pappa when she's lazy, not you. You aren't pappa, or my aunts."

The child-like slime had half a mind to put her loli sized parasol to work and show Lucille that her daughter had been paying rapt attention when she fertilized the fields, yet didn't raise her clenched hands in the face of knowing this was an important Mr. Frog. Consoling herself that the mean glare was all she would be giving this frog that she really would have wanted to like under better circumstances, she raised her parasol imperiously and pointed to Artoria.

"Puppy Lady, fetch Mr. Frog and I'll give you a treat!"

Unlike her mother, Luci was willing to offer a carrot on the end of her stick.
@KoL@TheWindel@Banana@Mega Birb@The 42nd Gecko

Denizens of the Madhouse

Leblanc Farris

Leblanc "Lucky" Farris

Age: 19 years

Bio: One of many children born to a farmer and her lazy husband out in the boonies, Leblanc has always been something of a delinquent whose lack of aptitude with a hoe left her with little recourse but to leave home early like the majority of her siblings. Scattered and with no interest in reconnecting, she settled comfortably into city life and embraces the night life of decrepit alleys and deserted streets readily.

She's always one to have a blade close in hand and has found herself needing to use it on a daily basis, given her tendency to look for trouble just for the hell of it. A hint of blood thirst drives her actions yet it seems to do little to liven the expression of boredom upon her countenance, and very rarely does it abate. Her actions while violent are done with skill and succinct barbarism, the actions of one very comfortable with what they do and have not the slightest regret as they hone their talents.

Despite her troubling predilections for enticing conflict as readily as she draws eyes with her suggestive attire, Leblanc was accepted into Cadenza, if only as a means to restrict the time she's prowling unsupervised. For obvious reasons she is withheld from being invited to any public functions or exhibitions.

Vessel: Blunt and lacking much of anything in the way of sentimentality, Leblanc never named the braid of ebony silk that is the Vessel around her neck. When activated it is drawn out into a choke.

Abilities:
Conscious Control:Activating her Vessel confers Lablanc unparalleled control of her own body. The rate at which her heart beats, each dose of adrenaline, and the elasticity of her muscles are but a few aspects which Leblanc can manipulate as she sees fit, allowing for an impossibly fluid range of movement beyond the most advanced of contortionists as well as a wide range of benefits outside of combat.

Equipment:
Slasher's cutlery:A set of nine knives, eight of which are smaller throwing knives typically hurled or held between her fingers, while the ninth is a larger knife she keeps a firm hold of for slashing up close.
Whetstone.
Floral Extract: A parting gift from her mother in a brief moment of sympathy, Leblanc dips the tips of her blades in the extract to provide them with a localized paralytic toxin which briefly deadens the nerves around the entry site.
Spare Clothes

Trivia:As her tattoos would suggest, Leblanc has a fondness for snakes and does indeed own one, but has since left it on the family farm for safekeeping. Additionally, the peculiar nickname of Lucky, or Better Lucky in even more peculiar circles, is of entirely unknown origin.

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Ouch. I shudder to think of all the paper cuts.

@Flamelord

Imagine what they must do for all the UPS packages

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@Lonewolf685
Just mail the court order to the dumpster he frequents most.

@Mega Birb

Soooo... Dana then. She must get mistaken for a shark mailbox and stuffed with envelopes.

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@Mega Birb

You'd have to find him to sue him. Good luck searching every dumpster in the city! Bwahahaha!

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@Mega Birb

Well Rufus was planning to keep the charade until Jifo was petrified, then step out the shower, grab the frying pan, and make his escape with clothes and cooking implement in hand, but now he had to go and be a weird person who offers food to weirdoes from trash cans.

Rufus really should have crossed his legs to hide his manhood better >:3

War Notes

@KoL

I'm interested but i probably won't be having a CS started until Friday.