Lonewolf685

The War of the Three: Exodus

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• Name: Rufus
• Title/Epiphet: Vagrant King. The Creeping Chaos. Ruffles. That Idiot Over There. Chicken Flinger.
• Allegiance/Faction: Demons of Hell
• Race: Eldritch Horror

• Summary: Hell's central leadership has always existed in a swirling maelstrom of conflict where secretive coups where as common as vagabond swordsman demanding the crown at the end of their blade. As such, Hell has a long line of would be monarchs holding onto the ephemeral power for precious little time before being replaced once more. The truth of the matter was, Rufus was fond of long vacations and left this throne open while he gallivanted across space, time, and his girlfriend's couch.

Bearing the visage of a youthful human he commanded Hell from the comfort of a ratty couch he found by a dumpster, and passed decrees as random as they were counter intuitive. Anyone asked upon the infernal plane can regal one with tales of captive Angels being given command of armies on a whim, or of parties ruined by stray chicken nuggets hurled upon hell hounds. Whatever method exists to his madness has yet to be gleamed by the vast majority of his followers.

Yet Rufus reign was undisputed and no challenger to his couch could so much as blink before they were departed from his domain without a trace, and it was only in the course of an interstellar vacation to a galaxy far, far away that Hell came to have two new monarchs, the former's reign a paltry one in terms of length before the latter begrudgingly took office. The return of Rufus with ball and chain in toe aboard a crashing star ship riding the explosive current of an act of creation foretold an epic struggle between an Arch Demon, a enthusiastic gardener with a parasol, the Vagrant King, and a Primordial vampire glued to his hip!

Only for no such event to happen, and Rufus brought about sweeping to reform to Hell's government with the institution of a four person Oligarchy to usher in a golden age for all of Hell. He was just that nice of a guy.

• Powers:

— Thinking Outside the Box: One looks at Rufus and perceives a mortal shell existing in the present. Rufus looks at the universe and glimpses the past, present, and possibilities of the future simultaneously. The shifting of the cosmos and the slithering of the serpent coiled about the Nexus brush against his senses constantly. Rufus glimpses the possibilities for future intrigue and plucks them from the air, forging a new future from the abstract inanities others pass up.

— Portals: No one has witnessed Rufus fight. What he has achieved is through naught but the application of portals. There is no limit upon these portals, whether it be distance, time, or mass is irrelevant to the Vagrant King's ability. This is the pinnacle of the very concept of translocation, and one he covets above all other power, disdaining those who possess yet squander such feats.

— Monstrous Truth: What is seen is a lie, and what is truth is beyond comprehension. Should he wish it, the truth will be revealed, his name known, and those before his gaze shall witness the reality of the Creeping Chaos as it envelops them.

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• Name: Suparna Wolgen
• Title/Epiphet: Queen of Carrion.
• Allegiance/Faction: Angels of Heaven
• Race: Sapient Maggot Collective

• Summary: Once upon a time, a great and terrible man set a plan into motion, and made quite a mess doing it. He lost an arm and thought to clean up the mess by kicking it off a cliff before going on his merry way. Landing on a sun baked rock cleft, this arm was left to fester and rot in the salty air,
and was soon set upon by voracious maggots in short order. The carrion which supped upon this arm were implanted for the seed of change generations down the line, a burgeoning awareness of the world around them. Yet this would go unheeded for a long time. Long enough for the world to end, and its fragments hurled together upon the great landmass that was the Nexus.

Feasting upon ever more dead the maggots grew in number, and with added mass came greater intellect, till one day it came to infest a pair of corpses and puppet them as their own bodies. These were the first, Suparna the child and Chirada the gutted Angel. Given their own nature as ravenous flesh eaters more at home among corpses and carnage then the chrome plated avenues of Hyperion, and finding the over consumption of demonic flesh left them averse to Holy Power, they initially sided with the Demons.

However after many failures, a bad break up with her only friend among, and finding herself mysteriously imprisoned within the Oblivion Dungeon where her memories of allegiance were stripped from her mind, Suparna attached herself to the Dragon Diana and left the Oblivion Dungeon under the banner of Heaven. Since then she's lived happily under intense scrutiny, languishing through Angelic drill instructors to train her in some manner of martial skill when she wasn't adventuring with Diana. In their most audacious excursion they descended to the snow capped wilds of Valhalla, vanquishing giant pachyderms and autonomous armor in order to claim a grand treasure of preserved Dragonoid Corpses, providing Suparna with a host of new vessels to puppet in battle

• Powers:

— Maggot Swarm: Suparna is not a girl who controls maggots, but a collective of maggots that inhabit a vessel. They act with near perfect synchronicity to aid the collective in battle, with swathes of maggots serving as ranged projectiles, a fast moving blanket underfoot for transportation, and a means to devour fleshy targets with ease. Thus, to destroy Suparna is not just to crush the body, but to destroy a majority of the swarm that comprises her.

— Many Hands, One Mind: The mind of a collective is well suited to controlling multiple bodies. Having been gifted with 12 strong dragon bodies that cover her weakness to wide reaching area of effect attacks from sources of fire, Suparna is proficient in using them in a seamless flow of combat between all in use through the maggots inside the various bodies. Additionally Suparna can create lesser 'zombies' out of enemies should her maggots enter the brain, though she would rather eat them whole to produce more maggots from the devoured mass. A quirk of having separate bodies is the development of individual personality quirks among them, attributed to the maggots within specializing themselves to the degree of distinct identity among the collective.

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@chukklehed

It has for KoL and Windel. And it catastrophically killed several long running RPs. Needless to say KoL is quick to quash misconceptions, even at the expense of cracking down on bad jokes as though they were serious. Understand it's not a personal attack, just paranoia.

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@chukklehed

KoL just wants there to be no misunderstandings over people's capabilities. Misconceptions unaddressed have been the bane of many an RP.

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Tholl

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"Umm, as much as I appreciate how ready you are, you do know I was joking, right?" Tholl said with a wide eyed stare directed towards the kitsune maid, seemingly incredulous that Lotte could be that perfect as to just casually have a meal like what she asked for in the teacher's lounge. "Seriously, you don't have a hobo tied up in the teacher's lounge, right? Not that I'm one to judge but I assumed Yurius was getting donor blood, cause that's just too dark to not be a secret here. Though I suppose if you do I won't pass up-"

Whatever shady transaction or aborted attempt at humor was brewing was brought to a fortuitous conclusion with the advent of the Head Magister's mental faculty broadcast. Sobering immediately at the news, Tholl turned from Lotte and left the cafeteria with a calm gait so as not to rouse a panic. As she made her way to the nearest exit her awareness stretched out to the woods around and touched upon the creeping arachnids who dwelt there.

At her command those nearby drew towards the scene of the crime and offered her a glimpse of the unfortunate students grisly fate, so savagely torn asunder with out regard for consumption or efficiency. The textbook definition of barbarism. Tholl herself arrived soon after and came to pause beside the Head Magister as she sent the spiders off into the woods to begin the search ahead of her.

"Whatever beast this is isn't of the natural world." Tholl declared with an edge of surety in her words. "Just pure violence. Hatred. Nothing motivating this kind of attack could be found in any bear or coyote. What a waste of potential- I found something."

Her eyes snapped off into the woods, where an arachnid had come upon the firm imprint of equine hooves stamped into a patch of soft dirt bereft of fallen leaves. "It looks like...the hooves of some horse. Too big for deer, at least."

Tholl raised her hands as the pale skin gave way to blackened carapace broken by bands of yellow terminating in four rending claws where there had been five digits prior. Fine hairs lined them and traveled up into her sleeves, and she promptly cracked her knuckles while affixed a grim countenance to her features.

"Head Magister. I have a bearing on the assailant. I'll try and subdue it if its capable of rational thought, but otherwise I'm considering this lunch." Tholl declared with a crack her hardened knuckles before dashing into the woods, sprinting at full tilt to close upon her prey.

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That's a question we'd all like answered, and it comes down to how fast people can post to move things along. Really hard to gauge that.

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Tholl

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"What?" The single word echoed with a dull base through the nearly vacant classroom as the speaker looked through eyes not her own and viewed the opening ceremony from the perspective of a colloquially named 'Daddy Long Legs' standing primly among the rafters. Such a stunned utterance came from sudden declaration that classes were waved away for the first day, causing Tholl to glare at her neatly ordered folder of print outs with a mixture of disdain and abject exhaustion. "I got myself sicced up for nothing. Scholastic blue balls on the first day."

With a groan from both chair and occupant she tossed the folder into a desk drawer and departed the classroom, finding the traffic of students to be less energized then when they were rushing off to meet deadlines. Trundling along amidst the blobs of chattering students she followed her nose where many were already destined and slipped into the cafeteria in the hopes of finding something to occupy her time. Or more accurately, she carried through the motions of such a search, when in reality she knew quite well who she was seeking.

Side stepping past the doorway she pressed herself to the wall and come shoulder to shoulder with a refined maid- Well, elbow to shoulder, if Tholl were to account for Lotte's stature. Even with such an anachronistic attire and the sheer scale of the burden affixed to her back, the Kitsune was an ideal servant, imposing an aura that told anyone without an existing fetish to ignore the help and carry on with their day.

"Wonderful job here as usual, Lotte. My spiders could hardly spin a strand without being dusted to death." Tholl said with a nudge and a smirk, her tone amused and without heat to it. "Don't suppose you prepared anything for carnivores on a liquid diet, did you? Fruit smoothies are all well and good, but what I wouldn't give for some yummy Youkai about now. Maybe I could have a nibble of you, aye?"

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By your own logic, that kind of set up motivates people to not enter the altars and just fight outside of them, or just push in the powerful people, kill off everyone else, and leave them there till they are good and ready to fight.

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The animate armor was more stubborn then Suparna wanted to give it credit for, her sword thrust through the visor to uselessly clatter against the metal at an angle ill suited to be torn free. That was the least of her concerns when the Lingering Sentiment seemed to decide it wanted both ladies kept close at hand, the cold metal crushing her against the breastplate with a threat of crippling injury should she continue to resist. She'd have spat in the polished visor had Diana not given her reason to pause and look back to see a flaming spear hurtling towards her immobilized body.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Suparna growled at the Dragon and her impending lance. Moving away was all well and good in theory, but to do so would leave Suparna sans a body anyway. "Sorry Diana, but I have a better idea. I may need to hitch a ride in you after this."

Twisting in the Lingering Sentiment's cold embrace Suparna shoved the stump of her severed arm through the visor and disgorged her carrion within, the humanoid shell deflating like a limp balloon against the armor. What poured inside condensed themselves into the Sentiment's arms and flooded the fingers, attempting to move the armor into turning its sword from Diana to itself and allow the incoming Dragon to hammer it home.

It seemed to work fine enough, this tactic employed by the maggot. The armor was much too focused on Diana's idioctic boasting of a hero to pay mind to the struggling girl in its grip. But oddly enough, the two worked in tandem, its vision-if living armor could be considered to have sight at all-being obscured by pale flesh and festering maggots. More confused than anything else, the armor's great blade was directed towards itself now. And not a moment too soon, the tip easily penetrating the breastplate with considerable force, Ascalon's flames emerging as the Lingering Sentiment stumbled back. The force behind the dragon girl's stab, coupled with its own sword, sent it reeling backwards, releasing Suparna.

Crashing among the snow, the empty armor made sickening crushing sounds among the fallout. Ice and mist were blanketed among the air and only when it settled were Diana and Suparana able to see the fruits of their labors. Much damage had been dealt to the armor's chest area, its own sword leaving behind a gaping hole that held only emptiness within, like a great maw from beyond. But despite there being a lack of anything from within, be it flesh or bone, it brought with it....something more. Diana would be unaffected, but Suparna would begin to hear whispers by mere eye contact with the beckoning hole. Voices and words from beyond, seeming to blend into the wind. Yet because Suparana had already entered the armor, be it by her crawling spawn, the effect would be much greater than anticipated.

For all of them would hear the voices now, the words that threatened to engulf their minds like the storm of snow engulfing both girls. Some would emit a screeching sound, a familiar sensation Suparna may recognize as screaming. Some were devoid of any movement at all; it was difficult to say if they had either perished or simply placed in trance by the voices gettting louder and louder. All of them would correlate back to Suparna herself, the voices of the armor and the noises of her spawn all blending into a cacophony of madness.

"Well, that was easier than I thought. Don't you think it, Suparna?" Diana said, wiping her brow off of some sweat that had formed there, despite the cold winds.

If all they had to do to defeat their foe was to put their lives on the line, that was well and good, but, "Where the hell did this guy even came from? This place is way too weird. We barely stepped out of the city and are already being targeted elite foes," Diana said as she approached the fallen armor.

The dragon girl placed a firm sole on the steel being's chest and tried to pull her weapon out of it while she wondered why Suparna was taking so much time to get out of there. "Did you hear something?" Was the only thing she could say before the snow storm around them got even fiercer.

"You gotta be kidding me, right?" Diana complained, before putting all of her strength to free her weapon, rolling on the ground, carried by the remaining momentum, as she achieved her objective.

A deep sense of gratification washed over Suparna as their mysterious assailant succumbed to their attacks and she could fall boneslessly to the snow as the armor crashed ahead of her. There was no meat to be stripped from this foe and it had cost them more then they could hope to gain- It wasn't like they would be looting a destroyed chest plate for their own arsenals- but regardless, it was exhilarating to have finally come out on top in a fight against a superior foe.

It was a terribly short loved sensation, and her eyes snapped wide in sudden terror from a hole she was both distant and flush against. Her heart leaped, lurched, and seemingly imploded into an infinitesimal speck swallowed by a yawning darkness that devoured the minds of the maggots inside the fallen armor. Stunned into several seconds of agonizing inaction, Suparna severed her connection to the lost carrion and felt the weight of despair loosen considerably. "-Gah!"

Her attempts to cry out a warning were strangled before parched lips and a dry throat, and trying to rise to her feet only left her lamely flopping on her back as the loss of her maggot swarm left her more feebled then the threat of a snapped spine could have. Whatever they had just struck was more threatening in defeat then it was before and it wasn't the sort that hitting would dispose of, her every surviving carrion screaming to run for their lives while it was still down. By some stroke of fortune she had left a good number of maggots in reserve, as the ones she'd ridden to approach the armor were still in the snow, creeping back to her against the driving slow with painful slowness. She could only hope they returned before the armor made another move.

It was good timing for Diana to wrench Ascalon when she did, for the hole in the armor's chest suddenly snapped closed where her boot had been. A moment sooner, and more problems may have arised. But it didn't seem like it would have mattered anyway because the armor was moving again. Its hole opening up like a pair of jaws wanting to consume, its body crawling forward like a corpse seeking new life. The armor extended its gauntlet forward, more of its chains bursting out to wrap around Suparna's ankle. As it approached closer, clawing its way through the snow, so too would Suparna be dragged as well. Its chest opened and closed like beaks eagerly awaiting snatched prey and the obvious was being made clear. It intended to be worn by the maggot at any cost.

Diana regained her balance and soon was able to see the abomination that the armor had turned into. A look of shock crept through her face, but was soon dismissed when Diana noticed that Suparna was in danger.

With a rare quickness of her feet, the dragon girl ran around the armor, slicing at the chains that held Suparna, hoping that it would free the... girl maggot? At least this sounded like a better term given Suparna's current condition but whatever...

Using her tail like a lever, to lift the armor from the ground, Diana tried to multiply her strength enough to at least throw the damn thing away from them, before she continued to help Suparna. "I don't know what's happening anymore, but, I guess that this is a good time for us to consider a strategic retreat. What do you say?" she asked her friend.

"Gu- Oh thank you so much!" Suparna finally croaked as Diana came to her rescue, her obliviousness to the armor's call leaving her actual capable of defending herself. Spurred on by the armor being rebuked, her separate mass rushed in and poured in through her severed arm and mouth in a display that, while grotesque for anyone else, was a welcome relief for Suparna. Replenished enough to get her feet beneath her, she kicked off the snow and threw herself against Diana with arms joined around her neck. "Now screw this walking. I don't care if an iceberg is in the sky, just turn into a dragon and fly us away!

The two girls did exactly that, flying away and leaving behind the flung away armor. Neither of them would be able to see the animated creature slowly repairing every dent and damage it had sustained in this little scuffle. Perhaps more surprising was in the way it began to phase out of sight, as if an enigma from the beyond.

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@KoL

I take it none of your associates are pot heads if the Botany and sample post made no sense :3

The War of the Three

That post makes the early days of Henry look tame. He just solved all his problems with liberal use of his Gates back then, but this is some intensive stuff. No selling attacks and then throwing himself into an inescapable sword rush in no time at all.

He's the unmovable object, the unstoppable force, AND Ultra Instinct Goku all in one. It's almost like I need to drop something into the battle just to give him an actual threat or he'll just wind up taking everyone out, filleting the sea monsters, getting the scepter, and going home victorious without a blemish on his armor.