While the dungeon’s other denizens attended to their various tasks, Zoppy continued to slumber. But since that’s kinda boring, let’s take a look at the fantastical dream she was having.
In it, she had successfully created the dungeon shop of her dreams (pun intended), and was happily waiting for her first customer to arrive. In what seemed like no time at all, a bespectacled, lavender-haired young woman in a pastel purple outfit resembling a night gown appeared. She needed a new writing implement for her spell book, and so Zoppy eagerly offered her a lucky quill, which the young woman gladly purchased for lots of shinies. Then, the happy goblin was visited by a silver-haired man and a tiny, silver-haired young woman that floated in the air next to him. While the tiny woman seemed exceptionally bored, the man excitedly explored every nook and cranny of the shop. “Can Zoppy ‘elp ya find anyfing?!” the scrawny shopkeeper inquired eagerly. The man replied that his strange mystical circular net-thing was broken and he was looking for items with which to repair it. Zoppy’s smile grew even broader. She knew just the thing. “Lucky string!” she announced, holding the tattered strand up proudly. Although the small woman seemed disgusted, the man gleefully thanked the little goblin and paid her even more shinies than she’d asked for. Finally, she was visited by a bubbly, almost sickeningly sweet and cutesy young woman with bright pink hair, who, if anything, was even more cheerfully hyperactive and scatterbrained than her previous customer. After bouncing around the shop for several minutes, the giggling girl found just what she was looking for- a lucky rock. To Zoppy’s surprise, as soon as the girl picked it up, it came to life and started happily conversing with her. Zoppy thought that should make it cost even more shinies than it ordinarily would, to which the girl cheerfully agreed. Zoppy was overjoyed to have made so very many shinies, and she nuzzled her shiny pile as she hugged it as tightly as her meager strength would allow. Strangely, the shinies were much softer than they appeared, almost like a pillow or marshmallow…
It was just as she was thinking this, that Zoppy finally woke up.
After the sound of various voices and the rapid-fire striking of enchanted pickaxes shattered her contented slumber, Zoppy slowly looked around with groggy eyes as her confused brain tried to make sense of her current situation. She seemed to be adhered to the snake lady with the large cushions on her chest. However, that was less of a concern to the sleepy goblin girl compared to the memory of what she’d been attempting to do before her nap. “Can ya take Zoppy ta da place wiv da boney fing!?” she asked the snake woman excitedly as she looked up at her with a hopeful smile. “Zoppy wantz ta gib ‘im somefing fer ‘iz finger shiny!”
Can we finally leave this clusterfuck now? -Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow
While things were certainly wrapping up, it seemed there were still a few annoying little interactions that needed to finish playing out. Nyxia simply rolled her eyes at the utterly uninteresting bits of mind-numbing melodrama and barf-inducing buffoonery. “She’s a jackass,” the Neon Tempest replied after her partner commented on Willow’s latest distasteful antics. “And an attention whore. I would have expected nothing less from a bitch like her.” Not for the first time, Nyxia was immensely thankful the cat-themed musician wasn’t on their team. For Willow’s sake…
However, it was about then that Evil Eye said something that drew Nyxia’s attention far more than the others’ various babblings ever could.
“Come on!” the Neon Tempest snapped at her two teammates as she prepared to blast herself onto a nearby rooftop. “If we just keep standin’ around here, little miss ‘wandering eyes’ is gonna steal all our kills!”
Enhanced Weapon | Power Artifact | Mystic Artifact | Ally | Interdimensional Home
Focused | Mental Link | Hidden Death | Mana Font | Mystic Might
Alien Mind | Formless | Rival Force | Clueless
Mia
3 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 3 5 | 8 | 7 | 22 | 5
Wood | Barrage
Enhanced Weapon | Dual Weapon | Purification Artifact | Big Red Button
Blessing | Divine Competence | Gifted Item | Mana Font | Mystic Might
Rites| Arrogance | Big Brother | Clueless
Gaia smiled when the great tree gave his name, the comical nature of which also prompted a small giggle from Connie.
“I am most pleased to make your acquaintance, Branch Nose,” the verdant maiden told him. “You may call me Gaia,” she added. “The young woman in the mask down there is my dearest friend, Connie.”
“I-It’s n-nice to m-meet you,” Connie called up to the ancient tree.
“Riding beside her is our friend Mayra,” Gaia continued. “While our friends Lily and Alexander are the ones riding on the motorcycle.”
Strangely absent from their little procession was Chloe and her skeletal army, but Gaia thought that was probably for the best. There were undoubtedly other matters the dark magical girl’s forces could attend to, and it would ensure they wouldn’t be traumatizing poor Connie with any additional potentially gruesome displays.
And that’s pretty much all that’s going on with Connie and Gaia right now, so let’s check in on some other fan favorite characters that aren’t named Magical Dream Princess.
Angela (aka the magical girl formerly known as the Angel of Hope) is doing various super important tasks for her new patron. She may or may not show up to the Wonderland battle at a suitably dramatic moment, although her big new magical girl name reveal was already spoiled by a certain someone over a year ago, but maybe everyone reading along has forgotten that by now. Let’s hope so.
Kate is regaling Morowa with some stories about her time at Fae Creek Academy, including her first time crossing paths with a certain patchwork pinkette, while having a meal at a treehouse restaurant in The World With No Name’s Wandering Woods. There are also a bunch of other crazy cool things going on in that particular universe at around that same time, but I know none of you gives a shit about that stuff.
Finally, Nykannis is doing Nykannis things, which will be elucidated in the fullness of time, but shall remain a mystery for now.
Look forward to it!
Magical Dream Princess
3 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 3 4 | 9 | 4 | 24 | 9
Oddball: Sweet Dreams | Barrage
Wealth and Resources (not while tf'd) | Enhanced Weapon | Power Artifact | Dual Weapon | Natural Aging | Money | Intuition
Focused | Mental Link | Hidden Death | Mana Font | Mystic Might
Alien Mind | Formless | Rival Force | Clueless
MDP was interrupted from her impromptu game of tag with the small cactus creatures by the arrival of a vastly larger cactus being. “Golly wolly~!” the whimsical girl exclaimed, rocking back on her heels and placing a hand to shield her eyes as she looked up at the towering creature. “He’s, like, super duper biggy wiggy~! Like, is this your daddy waddy~?!” she asked the smaller cacti, which were excitedly gathering around the new arrival and gibbering in their strange language. “Wowie zowie~!” the Princess of Dreams cheered a moment later, when the giant cactus did a cartwheel, exhibiting impressive agility for something so large. “That was, like, totally wotally amazing wazing~! (giggle!) Like, do you wanna play gamey wamies with us, too~?!” she inquired with a bright and innocent smile.
Of course, with her painfully limited attention so fully fixated upon the cacti (cactur?), MDP had completely failed to notice that Ronin and Miko had since departed, while yet another potential new friend had arrived. At least, until said new arrival made the mistake of asking her a question…
“Golly wolly goodness woodness!” MDP exclaimed when she whirled around to find a wolf girl siting atop a massive cyborg cockatrice. “Like, thatsie watsie’s a super duper biggy wiggy birdy wirdy! And it kinda winda looks a little wittle familiar wiliar, too…” the ditzy girl added as her ADHD addled brain tried and failed to recall where she’d perhaps seen the creature before. “Oh~!” she cried with delight as a new thought popped into her hyperactive head. “Like, Magical Dream Princess hasn’t ever wever met you beforesie worsie~! (giggle!)” she told the creature’s rider with a big smile. “Like, what’s your namey wamey~?! Magical Dream Princess’s namey wamey is Magical Dream Princess~! And these are her new cactus wactus friendy wendies, and her chessy wessy friendy wendies, and Mister Wister Clocky Wocky Coppy Woppy, and Mister Wister Hatty Watty~! Would you like to be friendy wendies and play some gamey wamies with us~?!” she asked as she began excitedly jumping up and down. “Would you~?! Would you~?! Would you~?!”
Who the fuck is this bitch?! -Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow
“Fucking frog…” Nyxia hissed as she ground her teeth in annoyance at the sight of a sticky tongue yanking Topaz’s hands back just before they could be severed at the wrists. Before she could fire a second shot, Roche leapt for the cupid-themed girl with a baseball bat-wielding girl hard on her heels. The Neon Tempest was just about to redirect her aim towards her partner’s pursuer, when another light girl with a lightning cannon showed up and sent a crackling torrent arcing her way. “Shit…!” Nyxia swore as she prepared to jump out of the actinic tendrils’ path, only to freeze in shock as a tear opened in the fabric of reality, disgorging a strange woman who blocked the lightning blast with her parasol. And… Was she carrying Shatterscape…?
“What the…?”
Even as the stunned Nyxia murmured those words, she realized that this was the presence she’d been sensing. Clearly, the woman was powerful, but she also seemed to be on their side, which was at least somewhat reassuring. But who was she? While the Neon Tempest had never seen her before, there was something oddly familiar about the new arrival. Was this the teacher she’d occasionally seen Rei speaking with outside the clubroom, the woman the club’s enigmatic leader had claimed was its even more enigmatic faculty advisor? If so, she would make for a formidable ally against all the myriad threats currently arrayed against the club, but on the other hand, she had the potential to be even more patronizingly annoying than Rei already was. In any case, her arrival would hopefully bring the current shitshow to a conclusion, thereby allowing Nyxia and her team to get back to things that actually mattered…
Zoppy was overjoyed at finally getting her first, real, shiniez, and she hugged them tight against her emaciated, rag-covered chest. Yet, while she celebrated, a battle was taking place around her, the combatants moving with such swiftness that they were beginning to make poor Zoppy feel rather dizzy. Closing her eyes helped, but it also made the feeble goblin girl realize that she was still quite tired. But she also remembered that, in her dream, the skeleton in the other chamber had a gold ring that she was able to buy from it. Perhaps that was also the case here, in the waking world, and the be-ringed skeleton was just waiting against the wall of the other chamber for her to offer it a lucky pebble in exchange for its now unneeded accessory.
“Zoppy’z gonna git anover shiny!” she declared with an excited grin as she scrambled to her feet and across the chamber floor. However, the floor was exceptionally slick, causing the small goblin to slide across it, before crashing into the still-writhing form of Salbjorg. “Whaaa?!!” she yelped as her head crashed down onto the snake woman’s ample bosom. “Oh, wooow…” she marveled as she nuzzled her new pillow. “Yer reaaally comfy…” A moment later, the tired goblin was once again out like a blown lightbulb, her snoring joining Sal’s cacophony of infuriated curses and screams of indignant outrage.
Hopefully, someone would remove her before she started drooling…
@Xaltwind That’s cool. I honestly wasn’t expecting her to be suitable. I just thought it would be fun to give it a shot.
That said, I’d still like to address your various concerns.
First, I was assuming Violet would only interact with her fellow heroes as MDP (Magical Dream Princess), who is physically and mentally 8. In addition, I didn’t see the age cap of 22, so I thought Violet’s real age wouldn’t be a factor either.
Second, while I agree her weakness is very abusable, I would argue that it is more easily abused by her foes. As this character is very much a comedic one, I would always have it come into effect, no matter how detrimental. While she is very powerful, I’ve always envisioned her as being as much of a hindrance to her allies as her enemies.
Third, and relating to the first point, Violet is someone who would wish to retain the secrecy of her true identity at all costs. She would take the entire exam as MDP, and do everything in her power to ensure that no one ever learned that she and MDP were one and the same (something she’d eventually fail to do at the worst possible moment, of course). In fact, I thought that if there was any objection, it would be that someone as childish, hyperactive, and easily distracted as MDP would be incapable of passing the exam.
Finally, in regard to the problematic abilities, the summoned dream constructs would be able to perform a variety of functions, though none of them would actually be capable of causing any form of harm (with the worst thing they could do being to knock a low-powered enemy unconscious). While some can talk, they would mostly just follow MDP whims/requests, rather than act completely independently. Her dream entering ability was mostly for thematic purposes, and probably wouldn’t have much effect in combat whatsoever.
In any case, it looks like you have quite a few other applicants, and with a limit of 5 characters, I’m perfectly fine with not taking part.
Description: Violet is a taller than average woman standing at 174cm/5’7". She has long, dark brown, almost black hair and piercing burgundy eyes.
30 | Female | CEO of Covington Industries
Personality:
The very image of maturity and professionalism, Violet always presents a calm, cool, and refined demeanor. She is always perfectly poised, always in control of her emotions and actions, as is expected of the CEO of Covington Industries and heiress of the wealthy and respected Covington Family. Incredibly intelligent and calculating, she is deeply invested in forging a path to a prosperous future for her company, while also preparing for her future role as Head of the Covington Family, when her illustrious, yet ailing father, Thane Covington, finally passes. Incredibly logical, to the point of almost seeming emotionless, she has no time for games or other childish foolishness. She often comes across as coldly arrogant, aloof, and imperious, but she prefers to think of herself as simply confident in her own abilities and ever-mindful of the respect she should be afforded due to her high station, while being utterly unconcerned about the troubles of those beneath her.
Background:
The daughter (and only child) of renowned magnate Thane Covington, from her earliest days, Violet was groomed to succeed her illustrious father as CEO of Covington Industries, a powerful, world-spanning corporation involved in a myriad of profitable ventures in nearly every economic sector. By the age of ten, her sole focus was already on her studies and training. Home schooled by the best private tutors from the security of the penthouse atop Covington Tower, young Violet was thoroughly shielded from anything that other girls her age might have been interested in, or enamored with. As the heiress of the prestigious Covington Family, she had a sacred duty to uphold, and so there would be no time for games, stories, tv shows, friends, or childish frivolity in general. Completely devoted to her father and the future he had planned for her, Violet discarded any notion of a normal childhood without a hint of protest. Indeed, even from her earliest years, she seemed to disdain anything considered to be “immature”. Always in full control of her emotions and possessed of a brilliant intellect, Violet was soon attending important business meetings alongside her father, eagerly learning all he was able to teach her. The sight of the impeccably refined and composed girl never failed to unnerve CI’s board of directors or Thane Covington’s various high profile guests, the focused intensity of Violet’s gaze leaving no doubt that this was someone possessed of a competency far beyond their meager years.
When the time came for Thane Covington to step down from his position as CEO due to failing health, it came as no surprise that it was Violet who succeeded him. Proving herself to be just as capable as her father, if not more so, she led the company to ever-greater heights, proudly exceeding everyone’s already lofty expectations. With no time for, or interest in, leisure or romance, Violet’s days are spent ensuring that Covington Industries remains in a dominant position in the world’s economic arena, dispassionately crushing or absorbing smaller concerns whenever they exhibit even the slightest hint of weakness. People, whether they are an intimidated aid, a factory worker struggling to provide a meager income for their family, or even an influential head of state or fellow captain of industry, are seen as nothing more than just another resource to be exploited and then discarded when their usefulness has been depleted. Her’s is a stern and cold existence, one that is merely an extension of a childhood utterly bereft of friends and joy. As then, subordinates and satisfaction have taken their place, and as she would tell any who might be bold enough to ask, she holds absolutely no regrets.
Yet, such a claim would not entirely be true, for Violet Covington has a secret.
Despite what all outward appearances might have suggested, a part of Violet desperately longed for a normal childhood. In reality, she loved the thought cute things, whimsical games, and having fun with friends. Most especially of all, she loved magical girls. From the moment she first saw Sugar Pink defeat a monster on a commercial for Sugar Saviors, Violet wanted to be just like her, wanted to be cute, girly, cheerful, and happy, a symbol of hope and joy to all who saw her. She never said any such thing, of course, never gave even the slightest hint that such thoughts even crossed her mind, but deep in the most hidden depths of her heart, Violet wanted it more than anything. Still, her duty to her family, and their company, could not be so easily set aside. Being a magical girl was just a silly dream, a childish fantasy that had no place amongst the serious responsibilities of her adult life. And so it would have been, had not the most whimsical creature imaginable appeared before the CEO on the eve of her thirtieth birthday, telling her that she had been chosen to become the defender of sweet dreams, and to spread them to everyone in the world plagued by nightmares or despair. While reluctant at first, something deep within Violet compelled her to accept this “Sovereign of Sweet Dreams’” offer.
From that moment, her life would change forever…
Civilian Skills:
Genius Level Intellect
Superior Management and Organizational Ability
Photographic Memory
----- Hero Info -----
Super Cute Pretty Pretty Magical Dream Princess~!
Magic | Controller | Level 1 | MAGI
Superpowers:
Primary Power: Sweet Dream Magic~!
This manifests as powers over dreams and the conjuration of dream constructs as viewed through a lens of childish wonderment, whimsy, and cuteness.
Weakness: Altered Personality and Intellect
As Super Cute Pretty Pretty Magical Dream Princess~!, Violet's personality changes completely. She becomes incredibly childish and staggeringly hyperactive, embodying the worst aspects of the physical and mental pre-teen her magical girl form changes her into, as if returning all the repressed aspects of her childhood and cranking them up to eleven. Her usual seriousness is replaced by a bubbly, carefree, and extraordinarily playful attitude. Indeed, the innocent and easily distracted girl Violet becomes is often far more focused on playing games (with civilians, other heroes, and even villains), or cheerfully chatting with animals and inanimate objects, than on actually fighting enemies. Going from being rigidly focused to having the worst case of ADHD imaginable, she finds it almost impossible to concentrate when she’s Magical Dream Princess~!, her thoughts a whirling kaleidoscope of cute images and prismatic colors, leaving her in a state of ditzy delirium. She almost never thinks before she speaks, and often forgets things mid-sentence. Her voice, normally a deep and mature tone, becomes the ultra high-pitched, cutesy, and girly embodiment of Kawaiiko “charm”. Unsurprisingly, Magical Dream Princess~! refers to herself in the third person, and employs an annoyingly babyish rhyming speech, interspersed with streams of sickeningly sweet giggles. She “wuvs” making “friendy wendies”, giving them “huggy wuggies”, striking cute poses, performing silly dances, and singing cute songs she just thought up (and will probably forget a few seconds later, because, if it hasn’t been made painfully obvious by this point, Violet’s photographic memory becomes more like that of a goldfish’s whenever she becomes Magical Dream Princess~! ).
When she’s transformed, it's almost impossible to get Violet to take anything seriously. She just wants to have fun, make friends and have fun with said friends as she bounces around on her whimsical, magic-fueled sugar rush. Thus, the best way to have her do what you want is to trick her into thinking it’s actually a super fun game of some sort.
As a corollary to this, due to being so painfully innocent and naive, Magical Dream Princess~! will believe anything anyone tells her, for good or ill. Once she realizes someone has lied to her (no small feat), they will be declared a “meanie weanie head” (or, in extreme cases, a “super duper meanie weanie head”), and will no longer be trusted (at least until she completely forgets the whole encounter ever happened, resetting things to back to square one).
It should also be noted that Magical Dream Princess~! is often unaware that she is even responsible for the effects of her own magic, and has little conscious control over it. For instance, she could be thinking about pretty butterflies, and the next instant, a mystical swarm of them would form around a foe. However, not only would she have no idea that she created them, but she would think the prismatic blasts of energy they would shoot at the enemy in question were nothing more than elements of a pretty light show, with said enemy’s roars of anger and/or pain being mistaken for laughter or singing, and its pained writhing being viewed as happy dancing.
Supplementary Powers:
N/A
Name: Cutesy Carousel~! Type: Passive Rank: ★ Range: Ranged Description: Not exactly an attack as such, since Magical Dream Princess~! is completely unaware she’s causing it to happen, at times, when she’s thinking/dreaming about a cute thing(or things) intensely enough, multiple small to medium sized iterations of said thing/things (butterflies, unicorns, smiley hearts, smiley stars, etc.) will appear around a new friend (enemy) in a glittery, prismatic whirlwind and begin “tickling” and “playing with” (attacking) it, dealing a steady stream of light damage over a period of 30 seconds. --- Name: Special Wecial Dreamy Weamy Friendy Wendies~! Type: Active Rank: ★ Range: Ranged Description: Magical Dream Princess~! can conjure several whimsical dream constructs to serve as additional friends and companions when “playing games” (fighting a battle). These can range from a rainicorn pegasus (for flying around on) and sparkly pink smiley face clouds (for catching her if she falls), to giant gummy bears (for “huggy wuggies”) and anthropomorphic “clock cops” (for whenever someone needs a “timey wimey outy wouty”). --- Name: Dreamy Weamy Visit Wisit~! Type: Active Rank: ★ Range: Ranged Description: As someone charged with the defense and proliferation of sweet dreams (even if she doesn’t fully understand what those words mean while transformed), Magical Dream Princess~! is unsurprisingly able to enter the dreams of others in order to “make meanie weanie nightmare wighmares go bye bye” and replace them with “sweety weety dreamy weamies”.
When Zoppy finally awoke, she was greeted with the sight of a skeleton sitting on the floor in front of her. His boney form was clothed in tattered rags, not dissimilar to her own, but it was a glint from one of his fingers that quickly caught the drowsy goblin girl’s attention. “Shiny!” she cried in delight as her sparkling eyes stared intently at the gold ring on the skeleton’s finger. She needed to have it, but what could she sell him (or was it a her?) to get it? Frantically looking around her immediate vicinity, she gave a squeal of joy upon finding a misshapen pebble. Plucking it up, she cupped the small treasure in her hands and held it out to the skeleton. “Wanna gib Zoppy yer shiny fer diz lucky pebble?!” she asked with an eager, hopeful smile.
The skeleton was utterly motionless as Zoppy smiled up at it expectantly. It was, after all, a normal skeleton, and thus incapable of movement, at least, of its own, nonexistent accord. But then, through the subtle movements of continental drift, the millions of pounding locomotive appendages of marching armies on the far side of the world, the gravitational forces generated by the precise alignment of several dozen celestial bodies, or violent death of a galaxy cluster-sized eldritch horror in another universe at the hands of the Monarch of Mad Science, the smallest of vibrations caused the skeleton’s head to bow forward.
This was, of course, all the affirmation Zoppy required.
“Dankz!” she happily told the skeleton, before handing it the pebble and pulling the ring off its finger, which promptly crumbled to dust. “Zoppy’z first shiny!” the goblin cheered as she hugged the ring, overjoyed beyond measure.
Unfortunately, this was all just a dream. In reality, Zoppy was still sleeping, although by this point, her location had changed to the floor of a different dungeon chamber, one occupied by a brave young hero. Yet, while the hero was too focused on more threatening enemies to bother with a sleeping, malformed goblin, his latest attack on his latest opponent would have greater repercussions for Zoppy than boy or goblin could have foreseen. After ricocheting off the ceiling, the hero’s thrown sword bounced across the chamber floor, before lightly landing on Zoppy’s sleeping form. The impact (such as it was) proved forceful enough to finally awaken the slumbering goblin, who gave voice to a happy squeal upon seeing the wooden weapon.
“Choppy fing!” she exclaimed, hastily grabbing the sword. Then she noticed the boy. “Hi! Hi!” she called, giving him a big, toothy smile. “Ya wanna choppy fing?!” she asked, before noticing the plushie next to her. “Or a lucky bird?! Zoppy’ll gib ‘em ta ya fer some shiniez!”
“True,” Violet conceded after Darya noted her concern. “But I am confident my own defensive measures shall be sufficient for dealing with any potential threats.” The pilot proceeded to mention that she would be pleased to acquiesce to any need of privacy on the CEO’s part, a need that presented itself a moment later, when someone knocked on the room’s door. Accessing the feed from the door’s security cam, Violet saw that it was her expected business associate. A prompt arrival, she noted approvingly as she removed her mask. “You may take your leave, now,” the heiress told Darya, before activating the door com and bidding her visitor, “Enter.”
Sitting upon the couch with back straight, legs crossed one over the other, and her folded hands resting atop them, Violet presented an image of refined composure, her stoic visage and piercing gaze providing ample evidence that she was someone who had no time for petty frivolities or playful banter, even if her guest had apparently decided to indulge in the extravagantly ostentatious attire worn by most of the other passengers. “Welcome, your highness,” she told the prince. “Please, take a seat,” she added, gesturing to the couch opposite the one she occupied. The heiress only hoped the whimsical nature of his outfit did not carry over to his personality.
To think we could have been hunting Miseria right about now… -Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow
Upon arriving at the intersection, Nyxia and Earthshaker were greeted with quite the chaotic scene. After taking the briefest of moments to make note of all the situation’s myriad facets, the Neon Tempest zeroed in on the most important item of note. The bitch with the arrows was directly in front of them, kneeling over the unconscious form of Apathy Incarnate, poised to plunge one of her heart tipped missiles directly into the rainbow-haired girl’s chest. Even if the weapon was supposedly incapable of dong physical harm, she had no idea what effects its emotional manipulation abilities might have on someone as emotionless as Tsubomi. Furthermore, the simple concept of the girl’s weapon made Nyxia want to vomit.
Thus, a split second after realizing what Topaz was planning to do, the Neon Tempest took careful aim and fired a hyper-focused, pencil-thin beam from The Omega Obliterator at the angelic girl’s raised hands, with the intent of slicing them off at the wrist. Roche would then be free to pummel her senseless. There was also the bat wielding girl and the girl with the frogs, but Nyxia was sure the other club members could deal with them. Her main concern was the mysterious presence that was growing increasingly nearer, and increasingly more powerful. She highly doubted the current clusterfuck would resolve itself before whatever it was arrived, but she at least wanted to be fully prepared to confront the potential threat. Thus, even as her crackling energy beam lanced out, Nyxia deployed her two hovering octahedral drones in order to respond to any new developments at a moment’s notice.
BrokenPromise
RPM
Majoraa
Shadow Dragon
Dezuel
Ravion the Red
AtomicNut
Ariamis
