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Jensoman "Strongest?" Prisma asked, tilting his head curiously to one side. "Little being, I am shocked you would ask so much of me! I've already gone and sent my better halves, thirds, fourths- All of them away!" Shrieks of terror and rending flesh rang out from outside of the slowly crumbling guild hall as Prisma's clones tore through the innocent civilians and powerless adventurers with no restraint. "Fine, fine, come, come!" Prisma said, sounding awfully exhausted as he stood up with a sigh. He looked up at Felix and rose both arms, beckoning him forward with his hands "I'll do what I can!"
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I still like to come by and leave a flower here sometimes.
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Hey remember when this site didn't have 3 tabs in the IC threads? Crazy.
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I feel like Myriad Reality is somehow the secret glue holding this entire site together
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People like to nudge aside the fact that there's a level of commitment to hosting, and joining an RP. The majority of players don't have it in either case, regardless of how interesting an idea is.
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I've been gone so long that I forgot what the status bar was like. It's like coming back to an old apartment, except it's not an apartment anymore, it's just two walls and a lot of heroine addicts.
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Nihilist, but like, the cool type of nihilist, you know?
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Sera grunted and closed the tent cloth behind him. "That boy might be a problem for us.." He murmured to himself, biting the tips of his fingernails.
As Jenso looked around the city, he could see the rough outline of a castle, sunken into the landscape. But it was very far off in the distance, or at least looked that way.
As Jenso looked around the city, he could see the rough outline of a castle, sunken into the landscape. But it was very far off in the distance, or at least looked that way.
"I've decided!" Prisma announced, pointing at Felix as he fell towards the ground, posed with his spine straight. He landed dead center between his clones with a thud, standing straight, and nodded. "I've decided what your headstone will say!"
"Here lies a foolish boy, stolen by a power he could not understand,"
"He talked too much!"
"Way too much!"
"Prisma, Prisma, kill me please?"
"Make the pain stop!"
"Make the pain stop!!" Prisma paused, and his four clones stood up.
"Kill them all."
In an instant, his clones dashed towards the exit, their hands morphed into sharpened swords. Prisma cackled and sat down on the ground, rocking back and fourth while he looked up at Felix. "I've decided that I don't like you! So I'm going to make your master suffer!" Prisma said, his voice shifting between its usual, shrill, playful tone, and one that vibrated menacingly. "Come now! Perhaps killing me will stop the oncoming massacre of your people!"
He had no intention of fighting Felix seriously. His purpose there was practically fulfilled already. But Felix's patron brought out an unfamiliar feeling in the otherwise uncaring metal-like monstrosity. It was curious, and begged exploration, through torture.
"Here lies a foolish boy, stolen by a power he could not understand,"
"He talked too much!"
"Way too much!"
"Prisma, Prisma, kill me please?"
"Make the pain stop!"
"Make the pain stop!!" Prisma paused, and his four clones stood up.
"Kill them all."
In an instant, his clones dashed towards the exit, their hands morphed into sharpened swords. Prisma cackled and sat down on the ground, rocking back and fourth while he looked up at Felix. "I've decided that I don't like you! So I'm going to make your master suffer!" Prisma said, his voice shifting between its usual, shrill, playful tone, and one that vibrated menacingly. "Come now! Perhaps killing me will stop the oncoming massacre of your people!"
He had no intention of fighting Felix seriously. His purpose there was practically fulfilled already. But Felix's patron brought out an unfamiliar feeling in the otherwise uncaring metal-like monstrosity. It was curious, and begged exploration, through torture.
"You have no idea where you are, Jenso," Sera growled, "Your options are irrelevant. The moment you even think about doing anything that stupid, I'll have your friends killed." Sera paused and pulled a remote from his pocket. It looked strange, and unlike anything he'd ever seen before. "This is a walkie talkie, a device created by our allies over in Tech-mo city. One push of the button, and I can give the order to execute all of the captured fighters immediately. You wouldn't want that, now would you?"
Sere smiled and held his finger over the button. "Option 4, you fight Rajaka, and give the crowd the show that they're paying for. The fight ends, everything goes as planned, and maybe, just maybe, I leave enough life force in your friends for them to survive. Albeit, crippled from fighting for life."
Sere smiled and held his finger over the button. "Option 4, you fight Rajaka, and give the crowd the show that they're paying for. The fight ends, everything goes as planned, and maybe, just maybe, I leave enough life force in your friends for them to survive. Albeit, crippled from fighting for life."
Sera narrowed his eyes and stepped into the tent, closing the cloth behind him. "You have no evidence," He announced, "And no bargaining chips. What did you intend to accomplish by confronting me?"
"Unfortunately, for safety reasons, losers are under the castle guard's protection. I can't let you see them," Sera told Jenso, showing him the way out. "Now please.."
Sera backed away slowly and rose his hands in protest. "Excuse me? They're in the infirmary back at the castle! Where did you think we'd bring people who were gravely injured? They needed more attention!"
Sera looked at Jenso blankly before shaking his head. "That's nonsense! Get out!" He demanded as politely as possible, "We're very busy and we can't have you tearing the healing tent apart!"
Jenso ripped a hole in the tent, but nobody was inside of it. It was empty, and there were no signed of secret exits, or anything. Suddenly the black haired man rushed in and spotted Jenso. "Jenso!?" He shrieked, "What are you doing to the tent??"
The man shook the feeling of being watched from his mind and turned back to his colleagues.
"What is it, sir Sera?"
"Nothing. What of that Mikey boy and Ross? Their Auras are far more powerful than anything we've seen before. Can we do it?"
"The king thinks so. Within the next 24 hours, we'll have it. It will go to the victor, as it always does. Though, I'm not sure how it would affect them. We've never had this many people with so much.. Power, enter the tournament."
"Hmm.." Sera rubbed his face and nodded. "Don't tell the king that we won't need even a 1/100th of the potential power for our yearly offering. Perhaps it's time for us to make a move, now. This potential might be just what we were waiting for. He won't even see it coming."
"What is it, sir Sera?"
"Nothing. What of that Mikey boy and Ross? Their Auras are far more powerful than anything we've seen before. Can we do it?"
"The king thinks so. Within the next 24 hours, we'll have it. It will go to the victor, as it always does. Though, I'm not sure how it would affect them. We've never had this many people with so much.. Power, enter the tournament."
"Hmm.." Sera rubbed his face and nodded. "Don't tell the king that we won't need even a 1/100th of the potential power for our yearly offering. Perhaps it's time for us to make a move, now. This potential might be just what we were waiting for. He won't even see it coming."
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