supertinyking

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

An eyebrow raised, 5 looks around at his surroundings, instantly mimicking Ozzy's form. Fire and brimstone, a typical Hell as devised by the mind of a simpleton, of one who could not truly comprehend suffering. It was a fool's idea of Hell, devised through the meaningless method of physical torture. "Did you really think I would be fooled?" In an instant, 5's arms seemed to disintegrate. His entire body was reduced to a skeleton as the nanites moved around at incredible speeds. For a moment, the air was filled with whirling blades, a surge of Soular energy propelling them at immense speeds. It was a barely visible series of explosive bursts of activity. And even as 5's body reformed, the two figures next to it dropped down, reduced to bite-sized bits. "I destroyed these beings' souls, and taken their story into myself. Did you think a foolish imitation by a demon would fool me? Are you truly so ignorant?" 5 stands, as he marches towards Ozzy, both arms transforming into what appear to be gattling guns, already whirring to attention. Soular energy crackles over the surface, as the two demons are simply drawn into the guns, their souls instantly reduced to a power source, temporary fuel. "Perhaps I will need to educate you as to who I am, you ignorant God. I am on a timetable, I will need to kill you quickly. So my apologies for skipping most of the monologue."

@thewizardguy

Ozzy grins, before looking as if to fade.... And after image, of sorts. One cut, across the side, searing heat melting down nanobots, letting a drip of molten metal hit the ground besides him...... Two cuts, his arms, each one severed, and then cast into a magma pit, any soul shards within sending feed back to 5...agony. Three cuts....down 5's back, opening up the chest cavity with the majority of the soul shards within. 5 could feel the hell around him tugging, pulling at the souls in his body. Then Ozzy appears before him, two swords, pulsing with demon fire, and infused with demonic essence. "No, I'm going to have to kill you quickly...you made a customer of mine very, very upset....and I'm doing this, as a sorta freebie for them.." Ozzy says, seeming rather bored with this little conflict. His speed, was nearly unable to be detected, his strength able to slash though the metal of his nano bots like butter...the flames, bringing a sense of pain to the machine. Dispite all of 5's soular power, dispite all of 5's souls collected...In Ozzy's domain, or at least where they were, something fed him immense power.....and turned the tide tremendously to Ozzy's favor....Then, the arrogant Ozzy let something slip. "You ALMOST destroyed their souls....they survived, barely, and I was able to convince them to make a deal with me to allow them to kill you. Granted, I knew they'd fail...but now I've two more souls to my collection, and a massive boost to make sure I kill you. When you kill someone, do it right, or else shit like this happens." Ozzy says, before grabbing the robotic souls cruncher by the throat, and then tossing him towards a magma pit, devoid of other people or souls...a little spot in hell, made for him.

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In the words of someone far more lyrically clever than I... SNAP BACK TO REALITY, WHOOPS THERE GO GOES GRAVITY! Bug, and Mithas were standing there, sorta derpin out, talking to most likely a figure of near omnipotent power, and Bug blinked. "If it means keeping my family safe...I'll do anything." The insectoid perma-teen says, determination burning in his eyes like a rampant oil fire. Drac, if he was still there, would be with them, raging like a mother fucker, as his memory loop would be fighting, and killing Stine, and Stine's family, having been refusing to do so. Drac shakes his head, confused. "I hate, hate, hate this place. I just want to go home, have come coffee, hug my wife, kill those motherfuckers who put me here....Can I go home, please?" Drac asks the figure, for the hundredth time I am calling to be related, or even IS Alpha. Bug just shakes his head, sighing. ---------------------To where ever the hell 5 is at the moment.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Four hands sprout from four portals, grabbing Five's limbs, and pulling him into a fire filled hellish domain of pain and suffering, his attackers being two familiar faces, warped by hellish influences, their grins showing shark like teeth filling their maws. The two sith he had slain, returning to haunt him, as they take him down into their new home....Hell, or at least, what 5 could rightfully assume to be hell...and the scariest part? The two sith radiated a energy with repelled the soul based magics of 5...as if tailored to his power. Soon, he is dragged to the deepest corner, where he is forced to his knees by the two demons, before what appears to be a young teen sitting on a throne, wearing a sharp suit, purple shades with round lenses, long black hair, sleek black shoes, and on his fingers, many a ring with souls swimming about in them. Before him sat Ozzy, the forgotten son, the silver tongued soul stealer, and the main competition of the infamous Bob. "You, my soul shattering friend, are in some extremely deep shit." Ozzy says, a wide toothy grin showing the malice filled intent planned for the mass of soul shards, and nanobots. The two demons cackled, as they held him down, their hands burning him..or...it felt like it would burn. A lot. Either way.....Someone is in very big trouble.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

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HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Well guys...this is it. The last post...I'm leaving. This time, I am. Really, leaving. I'm done....I just seem to hurt people lately...start fights....annoy people....I'm just going to leave. Forget about me, for I am like an annoying boil that's going to be popped...painful for a moment, but easily forgotten. Bye guys, enjoy life...

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

The fist heading for Drac's face struck the armoured guantlet, plated fingers curling around Bug's hand. A sudden wind blew through the streets, and a strange heat could be felt. Drac didn't move an inch, as the kinetic force of the strike was absorbed and dissipated, turned to wind and heat, and static electricity. The ability was unmistakable, an energy transfer as facilitated by the relic only Drac had access to. A weapon of unknown origin and power, there was no known way it could have been replicated. "Well, to an extent, you're right. I'm not Drac, not really. But to you, I am." He snaps his fingers, and once more, the world is engulfed by that all-devouring light. A broken world, a shattered moon. Pieces of debris still floated around, a field of corpses, ripped apart by the vacuum of space. Cooked and frozen, blasted with supernatural energies. Still the great pieces of debris glowed red-hot, still the aura of powerful magic lingered in this place. And on the floor, not far from where Bug was standing, he himself lay on the ground, beaten and broken. He could feel some immense power, a force of destruction unlike anything he had felt before. And yet, it felt almost natural, as if it was part of the universe around it. An element of existence, as necessary as creation itself. "Welcome to the end of the world. If you look around, I'm sure you'll find your friends somewhere. I'm pretty sure most of them were devoured when the seal shattered, you won't find much of them. Or at least not recognizably." Drac, or at least the image of him, was still standing there, unmoving. And yet, here, he looked..... fading. As if he was only partially there. "This is the timeline where you failed, where destruction was unleashed upon the universe. Where a weapon fails, the seals are released, and everything you have ever worked for is destroyed. Or at the very least, this is the beginning of the end."

@thewizardguy

Bug looked at the wake of destruction, death, and havoc. Before him lied those he considered friends, brother in arms, allies...and himself, shattered, broken, dead.... But one sight...it made him boil with rage, with anger...with meaning.... Among the dead, lie two girls..one with red hair, yellow eyes..in a familiar green hoodie. Another, with red hair, like the older girl..but with green eyes...... His wife and daughter, among the slaughtered. Before the figure, Bug's facial expression went from horror...to absolute rage, at this sight. His body begins to glow slightly, as something begins to happen. His eyes turn green, and glow, like fire would spew from them in a moment's notice. "......When I get out of this place...Genocide will burn in acidic fire....." Bug growls, as the sight of a family lost brought uncontrolled rage. A fire, a soul, raging. Bug looks up at what was the sky, and lets out a roar, animal in nature, raw in power. He looked up to the thing which was, and was not Drac. "What are you? God? Devil? Something in between? Whatever you are, release my father, and my friend and I...as so we may prevent the destruction of all, including you." Bug says, but his voice had little rage...it was obvious he saved it for the followers of Omega.

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As Clarent sorta gawked at the surroundings, Minx rushed over, a dark portal opening, as she tackles him though it. After the two land, Minx looks around, her being in the sith temple on Koribban. She then sits on the ground, and pulls out a small shard...of Kevin's mask. Her face slowly went from a blank expression, to mild discomfort. "....You were one of the few people who cared about me....now....N-now you're gone.....Kevin..." She sniffles, as tears streamed down her cheeks. Soon, she begins to sob, so violently her entire body shakes. Her eyes become blood shot, as faintly, a dark mist in wisps flow around her. Soon, her sobbing breaks away to full on moans and groans of pain, regret, anguish, and sorrow. She curls up on her side, holding the mask shard to her chest, as she bawls. Soon, Darkside himself appears, and sees Minx in her anguish..and he sees the mask shard. Walking over to her, Minx sees Darkside and sits up, looking at him, trying to wipe away the tears, only for Darkside to give her a hug...and letting her cry on his shoulder. Clarent is ignored for the most part, meaning if he wishes, he can scurry off..... Near by is a row of doors, one marked with a label saying "Apprentice's quarters." and beside it one labeled "Science lab". Down the hall, all the way, was a door which light flooded out of the window on it, most likely leading to outside.

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Bug frowned slightly, and one hand clenched into a fist. "...You're not my father. He would never speak like that...He didn't hold himself so high." Bug says....before pulling back a fist, and throwing it forwards, aiming to clock Drac, or the Drac esq thing, in the jaw. This thing wasn't his father, and if it was, well, something was manipulating him. Bug knew Drac. He wasn't arrogant, not in that sense......

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Tiny, don't dictate my actions. I haven't even defined whether that's an aspect of your imagination or not. Don't go assuming it'll throw you through a building.

@thewizardguy

I wasn't, Bug was. He was ASSUMING what the thing would do, based off of what Drac WOULD of done, based off of what Bug knew about him....For all I know the thing could pull out a sack of door nobs and try to beat him to death with it.

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((For everybody's attention, and despite Matt hating me for dragging OOC into the IC, I felt like this is important enough. The D-Gray man universe is re-allowed...the information on which I based the ban was bull sheit....*Glances at Tyki (the rper, not the character.)* As is the star craft universe...pretty much anything is allowed. Carry on... -The King.))

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Have you ever tried fighting fire with fire? Imagine if firefighters used flamethrowers instead of water. How well do you think that would work? Like, at all?

@thewizardguy

Well, with oil fires they'll set off an explosive near it, snuffing it out due to the explosion sucking out enough air for the oil fire to not be able to sustain itself...but I see your point.