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Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

"Ah, I see. Like how even Hell in all it's chaos is said to be ruled by Dukes and Marquis with rights and responsibilities. Interestined stuff..." Kanbaru mused over the President's actions, himself the spitting image of one who chose to rule in Hell rather then serve in Heaven. His assistant seemed to have taken that metaphon in a twisted fashion, serving where Kanbaru imagined she had every ability to lead where she not glued to the Student President's side.

He did have that sort of face that said he was a real catch, so Kanbaru wasn't going to judge Iona putting her heart before her ambitions, just this once.

Especially when Rose so helpfully dumped her paperwork for Kanbaru to fill out on her behalf. A foolish decision as her lazieness would only be punished by her second mate, the bluenette taking great glee in signing Rose up for every elective she could for a schedule that would utterly destroy her...and also give her the skills of a veritable pirate lord if she survived it all. But, at least they'd have seduction classes together.

"So you keep mentioning these Umbral Games, but what are they? Some kind of battle royale or olympics? Seems kinda weird you'd be throwing people fresh off the street into them unless you expect us to be ringers for some hefty bets you have riding on them." The bluenette said, clicking her pen closed before carefully sliding her twin piles of paperwork towards the hentai tenshi.

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Willowa Turnas

The notion that this muted visage of innoence was the very being that empowered the Abyss to be capable of holding it's many inhabitants as powerless subjucts to lupine oppresion was almost laughable, but just standing next to her made it clear there was something unnatural about her even with present company included. She had yet to find a creature who could present themselves as the picture of innocence and not immediately shatter the facade to try and bite her head off, but Pandora had passed up a perfect opportunity to gobble down Willowa's fingers.

Seeing nothing better was going to come of it for now, she bid Pandora goodbye with a smirk and a tiny wave before whirling about and contemplating the tasks set before them. Alighting upon the still intact werewolf at their feet, she considered lending her potions to that task before thinking better of it. "If not a one of us you can take the flames nurtured through your imprisonment and light a fire under that mutt hot enough to make it talk, then and only then will I waste a concoction on loosening it's lips."

After all, between several nigh immortal beings, one of them must have learned something of torture. Still, to offer something to the preceedings she feigned a yawn, arms reaching high to stretch upwards, only to flick her hand back and launch a dervish of gleaming metal. A dagger plated in silver stabbed into the ground a hairsbreadth from it's neck. After all, no alchemist could work with only tools of steal, iron, and wood. A bit of silver and gold were needed for the more delicate work. "I expect that back~"

That left her with the task of making something useful out of the downed wolves. Certainly they couldn't stand up and fight for them, but they still lived and they were properly restrained, so if nothing else they were prime candidates for experimenting on. Her focus drifted to the sole inhabitant that bare any trace of humanity and, adopting a pleased expression, she approached Emperor Velo and greeted him with a short bow.

"I do hope you'll forgive my sudden request, but would you care to aid me in a little project with the mutts? You see, I've been struck with a delightful idea to strip them of their human intellect and render them beasts of pure instinct who would naturally submit to our greater power, but that would also entail a tiresome amount of posturing and one bad day could have them turn against us. I won't insult you by pretending to fully grasp your technology, but perhaps we could use it in conjunction with my elixer to firmly control a number of wolves to serve as our enforcers? The greatest result for the least effort, and you'd have the honor of programming the first in our no doubt considerably bevy of forces to command."

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

Yeshua knew she wasn't the brightest of bulbs, but trying to talk to Goomie was like addressing a puppy. A very large, gelatinous puppy who consumed everything she had the slightest interest in. Being the hero she was, Yeshua didn't want to have to discipline the slime in front of all the MFF and HART, but it was growing difficult to see a way out of this that didn't end in Goomie dissolving all those people and slinking off into the ocean.

Then again, could she even fight Goomie with all those people inside her? She'd be as heartless as those no good MFF who keep trying to bomb the slime, no doubt writing off the lives of those still struggling inside her, slowly being dissolved into some slurry for nourishing Goomie. Or so she assumed, anyway.

"Look, Goomie, you have to stop grabbing people like this or everyone's going to keep thinking we can't be friends. Let those people go and we can talk about thi- KIYAH!" Terrorkeat's attempt at reason ended in a piercing shriek as she staggered forward, her ignoring the chittering of tiny humans earning her a barrage of missiles to her unguarded back that scorched feather and furr alike, a patchwork of blackened feathers clustered together while she dropped to her knees with a clawed hand braced to the docks, talons cleaving through hard asphalt with ease.

A guttural groan came from the kaiju's lips as they twisted between a hard line and a snarl, Yeshua fighting hard to restrain the impulse to lash out. Not when they still had a chance to make it work. Not know when it was their best chance for cooperation. Her tail whipped about, sending a roaring updraft of wind out behind her to deter any further missiles while she plaintively looked up to Goomie, noting she was no on her level, and extended a clawed hand to the slime.

"Let the humans go, and I can take you for enough away we can talk in peace. Please."

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Willowa Turnas

She had expected an answer, whether a name or a dismissal of the Drow's close contact. Receiving neither had the Drow raising a brow, curious by the seeming effort to speak yet the stranger was lacking in a voice. Her initial instinct was to see her a potion to restore her voice....but such was not in her wares, and she doubted one with as...soft, a temperment as their fair creature would be able to meet her demands with any degree of ease. Brushed a thumb across Pandora's cheek, she returned the smile with an airy laugh.

"No name be required and no words spoken should you ever find yourself in need of my goods. I'm quite good with pantomime should the need arise." Willowa said, parting from her as the Oni and Rat returned, offering acknowledgement of her goods. That was swell, as she'd have felt rather put out if they hadn't noticed the pile of still moaning wolfman lumped along the lagoon's shores. She might have even had a barbed comment to throw the rat's way about their own cowardice if it wasn't screeching about cats.

Certainly, there was a talking lion that had approached them, the area seeming to now team with escapees looking to gather their wits and might into a unified force, but the rat's focus was turned elsewhere. It was a given that everyone present was accostomed to the dark, but few were as naturally gifted as a Dark Elf, and with a direction provided by Rafiq she could pin point the crouched outline of a lascivious feline above the rocky crags.

"It seems we have even more waiting in the rafters. If only they'd come down before we left them to handle things on their lonesome!" Willowa barked sharply, eyes intent upon the poorly concealed feline who couldn't even think to keep her shapely rear end from poking out from behind the rocks. She could only keep so focused when the man of skull and shadow tried to direct her to round up survivors, a task she scoffed at with barely a glance.

"Sure, a few live, but I made sure they are in no condition to be of help to anyone, least of all themselves. If you are so desperate for cannon fodder, perhaps take the initiative with the next marauding patrol."

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Willowa Turnas

The werewolves were truly pathetic jailors without the benefits of the Abyss' many warded cells and carefully maintained security to hide behind, and it was only the advantage of numbers that lent them any credence as a threat in the current state of affairs. As Willowa sat upon a groaning mound of meat that was formerly a jailor, taking in the defeat of the other packs, she noted that even that pitiful edge was dulling and chipping under the force of unified escapees.

Of course, they weren't in anyway organized themselves, what with the vampire just trying to run away and leave them to the mess, but karma was a fickle mistress and nearly smited her for it had not another monstrous entity moved to intercede itself between ragged blade and alabester flesh caught in the eternal repose of undeath. Willowa found her breath coming out in heated gasps, tongue darting between parted lips as the lagoon was made wet with the spilt blood of mongrels, but her excitement was short lived and she huffed, unsatisfied, as it ended all too soon.

"It appears there is no need for you to live longer with a far healthier speciment captured. Unfortunately for you lot, I have no reason to waste time mercifully ending you either. If you're lucky, you may yet be able to end your own lives before another bottom feeder comes to eat your mishapen flesh to the bone~" Willowa said in a sing-song voice, patting her former seat before twirling to join the gathering group, letting the last echoes of her sadistic impulses let her feel a twinge of excitement at the artful motion. Arriving in a whirl of robes, she found her eyes drifting to the strange one who moved with a sound akin to rattling chains yet acted with the seeming innocence of a child, even going so far as to pet the captured wolf like one does a cute, fluffy animal.

"In all my time here selling between the cells, I don't think we've been introduced. Willowa Turnas," She said, gesticulating to herself with a roll of the wrist before turning it about to Pandora, fingers splayed out beneath the strange woman's chin, gently tilting it up to meet the tall drow's eyes with a tap. "And you would be?"

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

On the one hand, their attempt at seduction had fallen flat as far as its intended effects went, but on the other, it did seem to greatly please the Student President in ways that the other party members hadn't. With the disparity ranging from 'Please attend my school' to 'Be consigned to eternal damnation most likely orchestrated by the hentai tenshi', Kanbaru felt forced to concede that, while somewhat insulted her charms didn't work here, it was still for the best she made the effort.

"Those classes do sound real interesting. I wonder what I could learn from beings of pure carnal skill and experience. The knowledge of anatomy alone would pay dividends in every Floor of the Tower to come. Ooh, this is getting good. The perfect college expe- Whaat?!" The Bluenette yelped, finding herself being torn away from the stack of forms she was happily filling out only for Rose to interrupt. She clutched the table with one hand while trying to fill in minutia with the other, comically crying all the while.

"Come on, Rose, think of the pirate classes! You could learn to steal from demons that write all those funny contracts to trick people out of their souls. It'll be great!" She wailed, turning great big crocodile tears towards the fairy enthusiast, inadvertantly bringing her to look towards Caprice as she played with her cards. "Look, even the card girl is spewing philosophic bullshit. She'd fit right in with the other hucksters and charlatans. Though that does make me wonder..."

A patch of ice coated the section of Kanbaru's person that Rose attempted to haul her by, sliding the grasping hand off her person and leaving her unmolested long enough to turn her focus to the Student President once again. "This is probably a stupid question, but why are you and an Angel who preeches rigid conformity to rules and authority....running a school for villians and debauchery? It all seems kinds....counter intuitive."

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Willowa Turnas

The dark elf's expression turned frigid as the rat sought to pick apart her sales pitch, no doubt ingratiating itself to the oni to rely on it's superior physique to get by. Worse still was the Oni seemed to be listening to the scoundrels words, affronting Willowa that they would even question the efficasy of her goods. Certainly it was dangerous, and she had half a mind to test it's improper usage on Rafiq himself when the rumbling of brutish lupines thundered into the lagoon. There went a chance for a counter argument, but they served as a fine outlet for her frustration.

It did not take long for violence to erupt in every direction, some reacting faster then others and choosing to run down the werewolves while others observed coolly. In Rafiq's case, he ran like the rat he was and Willowa couldn't be happier. The Oni wasted no time smashing heads and pulverizing bodies, fresh blood exciting the drow and triggering her sadistic impulse to set her own life's ichor singing in her veins.

"Pfft, let the rodent have the cripples." She turned from Jukati's weakened prey, rushing off a speed that had her coat whipping wildly behind her towards the lingering vampire and the lofty Emperor Eternal. Beyond them was a pack of werewolves unclaimed by the battle and she relished in leaping over them, the only sound heard the popping of a cork before she sweeped it downwards, splashing them all in droplets of Giant's Elixir before landing behind them. "I made this for combat, so it should work quite quic- There we go!"

Screams of pure agony erupted from the throats of savage beasts, their bodies so used to one transformation now morphing wildly as wherever the potion splashed grew while the rest of the body remained static and unsuited to the increase in mass and size. Bones snapped like kindling over the fire and muscle gave out with the twang of severed piano wire. One was fortunate to not have covered his head and had their head swell like a balloon, snapping his spine for a merciful end that his pack were not so fortunate to receive.

"Unfortunately for you lot, that potion should only ever be drank in full, or not at all. Fret not, for I can surely learn something from your mistakes." She cackled, throwing her head back and laughing with an uproar, the fullness of her delight swelling as the pack crumpled to the floor, living only in the strictest sense of the word. In the potion's mis-used state, not a scrap of clothing or armor had grown with the beasts, leaving those with breastplates and braces to experience the fresh hell of being a living sausage straining against their exterior as pressure mounted, the war between bloating biology and the straps holding the armor together sure to end in a spectacle.

"Oh, and Ms. Vampire over there? I don't want to insult your tastes, but you really should avoiding this group here. I'd be loathe to lose an ally to friendly fire such as this." She hollared over the werewolf's pained mewling, waving to the group she had yet to introduce herself to in some time, but it was hard to forget ones as amusing as the former humans over yonder.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

"Wow, you certainly work fast, Mr. President. I wonder if your hands move as well as your power~" Kanbaru said in response to the police filing away like it was completely normal to take orders from a high schooler. Judging by appearences, it likely was and that just screamed of some heavy authority in the seemingly bland young man's pocket. Her eyes narrowed, trying to discern just what it was as though it were a physical sign on his person or mannerism-

Then he spoke and she felt an ice pick run through her skull and shatter her spine. Thunderstruck, unable to do more then wince, the mere mention of a grandmother had her mind plunged into a haze of static that seered her thoughts-

"Huh." The bluenette said, finding her eyes watering and her mouth tasting of cotton all of the sudden. They were in a new locale, no doubt the President's work, so she blinked away the formed tears and adopted her seductive smile, setting beside the young man while Rose was opposite her, both of them putting on the charms while doing their best to isolate him from the hentai tenshi. "Oh Rose, let's not be hasty here. I'm sure these games must have some sort of reward, and no doubt our patron here might find himself feeling generous when we sweep whatever competition is put before us."

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

If nothing else, Yeshua had to admit that Goomie was very good at stealing attention, as she went unhindered in her approach from the skies despite having grown to her full size. She was nearly ready to come down and confront the hungry slime when a familiar buzzing heralded the return Utena-chan. As with last time she wasn't attacking outright and Yeshua knew why now, resulting in a faint reddening of her avian cheeks as she tried to lean back a bit lest Utena try landing on her.

By now it should have been obvious she couldn't convey things properly to the MFF officer but even still, there was precious little time to make the attempt when Goomie lashed out at a building, slime rising through pulverised concrete and rebar to try and swallow the MFF operators on the roof. Yeshua held no love for their sort but she liked the idea of letting Goomie feast on humans even less. With a shriek she descended, talons skating across the asphalt while a wing beat forward, heralded the air from the building to be siphoned out with a vacuum of force, ejecting Goomie's presence before it could threaten the MFF.

"Goomie-Chan, let those people go. Humans are friends, not food! You should be shrinking down and getting to know them. If you're that hungry we can get you a steak." The great Terrorkeat squaked for the slime's 'ears' only, pointing a clawing meaningly to Goomie's central mass before flicking downwards, as though directing a dog to release their owner's favorite slipper.

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Willowa Turnas

"I would ask the same of the scavenger pilfering my stock." A melodious voice, deep and rich with a tone whose curiousity could not mask the ire she expressed watching the rat from a rock above them. Perched primly with legs crossed, the drow eyed the being whose sack overflowed with every interesting scrap it had found as it traipsed along towards the Lagoon of promised riches. She held no doubt it was as keen a scavenger as it was an appraiser of value, talents she lauded in her own rats only to now hold in disdain. A feeling she had to actively supress as the weight of the situation reminded herself the way of things had changed.

Not a spider had come down from the surface to lower her a silk wrapped good purloined from human hands, and despite hours of beseeching her goddess for asnwers and offering the souls of those unfortunate few to find themselves at her complete mercy, she was decidedly mum about matters outside the Abyss. Willowa loathed the turning of fortunes going on, as now the prisoners were free to claim their own fortunes without being beholden to her. And while the slaugter of inmates trampling oppressor and fellow convict alike did send chills down her spine, a woman had to have her priosities straight.

Naturally her eyes shifted to the Oni and she favored it with a smirk before leaping from her perch. Concealed by her sitting figure was a piton rammed into the stone and what was initually a freefall slowed as a rope wound around her artfully armored arm snapped taut, leaving her to drop the final few feet with the poise her people were known for.

"You wouldn't be trying to sell your trash to this warrior, would you, ratling? She has no need of such rusted toothpicks. Alas, I have no worthy club to offer, but I have something even more useful she may enjoy." The Drow said grandly, sweeping aside her coat and plucking free a vial from an inner loop that shined an electric blue as it sloshed against the cork stopper. "A personal concoction of mine that shall grant the imbiber an increase in size and strength. Imagine yourself, great Oni of Flame and Fist, three times your size!"

"All that I, willowa Tornas, require in exchange for the might to crush your rivals as but ants under hell...is a few strands of your hair dipped in but a meager quantity of oni blood. A fairer offer you shall never find, certainly not here in the Abyss or from the wolves further beyond."