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1 yr ago
Current I still like to come by and leave a flower here sometimes.
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3 yrs ago
Hey remember when this site didn't have 3 tabs in the IC threads? Crazy.
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5 yrs ago
I feel like Myriad Reality is somehow the secret glue holding this entire site together
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6 yrs ago
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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6 yrs ago
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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The elongated blade shrank back down to the size of a normal sword before coming into contact with the sand/mud mixture, 5 feet in length. In a quick motion, he deflected the spearhead, shattering it on impact with the force of his blade alone. Vale hissed and licked his teeth, dashing towards Bruce with his blade at the ready, and slashing at his Torso horizontally. Of course, the blade itself grew again, long enough to reach the wall opposite to him, tearing through a pillar that stood in its way.
Vale, from several feet away, rose the small black dagger over his left shoulder, wielding it in his right hand. Suddenly, the blade grew to nearly twenty times its length, over 15 feet, and he swung it at Bruce in a 45 degree angle, aimed to slice him right in half.

~

All five of the clones jumped up into the air as Jenso approached one, far out of Jenso's range, aiming their hands, which shifted into hand-cannons, at Jenso from above.

"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"
"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"
"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"
"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"
"What, no words of kindness for little old me?"

At once, all five of the clones fired condensed arcane blasts at Jenso in a volley, constantly aiming to disintegrate him entirely.


Prisma didn't take any time. Suddenly, Jenso was surrounded by five of the metallic figures, all looking at him with the same, thinly-veiled eyes. "How have you been? How's the family?" Prisma widened his eyes and chuckled in unison with his clones.

"Right! I killed them all! AHAHAHA!"
"Right! I killed them all! AHAHAHA!"
"Right! I killed them all! AHAHAHA!"
"Right! I killed them all! AHAHAHA!"
"Right! I killed them all! AHAHAHA!"

~

Vale breathed heavily and sheathed his blade, reaching into his cloak, and pulling out a small ebony dagger. "Hahaha.. It's been a long while since I've been this invigorated!" He growled, wielding the Dagger as if it were a long sword.
Vale followed through, pressing his blade against Bruce's as hard as he could. As the sand was launched up however, he cringed in pain. Bruce's spearhead went through, and pierced his chest, but Vale didn't back away. Instead, he leaned into the spearhead, angled his head downwards, and took a large bite out of Bruce's arm. In the same instant, Vale jumped away, and panted heavily as blood poured out of his chest. "Heh.. Heh.. It's about that time," He taunted, slowly looking up at the ceiling.

Moonlight poured into the room, and bounced off of Vale's pale skin. "Nighty.. Night.." He said, swallowing a mouth-full of Bruce's blood. The wound he left was relatively superficial, and he didn't get much blood, but in a few moments, the wounds along his body sealed up, and the blood faded into his flesh, leaving minor stains along his clothing. His body mass began to grow, turning from a skimpy, lithe body frame, to one much larger, and more intimidating.

"Ah... I should probably mention," Vale started, as his body settled into its new form. His eyes flooded with a crimson red shade and his fangs elongated even more, "I brought a friend!"

~

The core suddenly moved on its own, darting towards the edge of the room, where one of the holes was, and escaping at an alarming pace. As Jenso turned around though, the good was forming into something new. It took the form of a human, slowly gaining more and more details.

"It's been a while, Jenso," a familiar voice echoed. The legs of the newly formed being began to grow a chain-linked patterns, and the upper chest area developed a small white vest. As the figures abdominal muscles began to form, so did his hair, spiked and slicked back. His face was hidden though, obscured by that iconic black garment that Jenso knew all too well.

"Surprise!" Primsa shouted raising his hands.



~ End Of Chapter 100 ~
Vale's eyes scanned the room and he spun around, spinning his blade in a circular arc that wobbled up and down, almost like a top, directed to slash the incoming spikes and tiles out of the air. When the onslaught paused, even for a second, he dashed forwards again and slashed at Bruce, aiming to severe his jugular with an over-head attack. The blood pouring from the earlier slash in his stomach has already coagulated, but the wound did not fully heal.
Jenso snatched the amulets from Luke's neck in an instant, and his father dropped to the ground, breathing heavily. In a few moments Luke lost his consciousness, and fell limp.

"Mwee~hee~hee!.. I was hoping for something a little more.. Interesting!"

Jenso's grip crumbled the amulets into dust, releasing the energy trapped inside. Suddenly, it solidified into a golden core, which looked identical to the other golem Cores he'd collected. The core fell to the ground, where Jenso could see streams of silver goo gathering behind him.

"Phooey!"
Luke had absolutely no time to react, allowing Jenso's punch to make contact with the left side of his stomach easily. Luke coughed and fell to his knees. "W..What? So.. Weak!?" He complained, writhing in pain.
Luke looked at Jenso and blinked. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, immediately closing his eyes and shaking his head, "Of course you don't. Brilliant- Listen, I've much to do in this world, starting with some business in the citadel alla golems, or whatever it is they call their little castle. Could you please let me.." He stopped again and shrugged. "No, I suppose you won't. This is your father's body, isn't it? Well, let's hope that it's not as limited as it feels." Luke positioned himself to fight and waited for Jenso to approach. "Come now, I don't have all day."

~

Vale stepped back angrily, out of Bruce's range, and flicked his sword forward. "Not a weakling, is it true?" Vale looked left, and then right. "Then I'll give it five minutes, until the shortest day of the year comes to a close," He muttered, pointing at the ceiling, "And the Moon is high in the sky." Vale tightened his right arm, and swung his blade upwards, cutting a large slit in the temple ceiling with the sheer force behind his swipe. It was large enough to light the entire room, but the sun was slowly fading. "Oh, maybe it was only three minutes? Such luck!"

With that, Vale lunged towards Bruce and stabbed directly at him with tremendous force.
Vale felt a sting of pain when Bruce's spearhead pierced his skin, but didn't let up. His sword clashed against Bruce's, pushing harder and harder with each passing second. When it became obvious that it wasn't going to follow through, Vale slid his right elbow towards Bruce's head, trying to open his guard for a follow-up slash.

~


Luke sighed and reached for the amulets on his neck. "I.. Ah.. I.." Luke stammered, trying to remove the amulets. "Eughhr..." Luke bent forwards slowly as something began to take control of his being. "N..No!" Suddenly his body lost all signs of struggle, and stood up straight again. It smiled courteously, and bowed.

"I'd been trapped in those wretched caskets for so long," a new voice spoke, "Thank you... Golden..." He looked up and his eyebrow cocked back. "...Boy?"
Vale's blade bounced up and over Bruce's head. His body twisted to the left, allowing Bruce's kick to connect, but the man's thin frame budged only a few inches. Vale twisted his wrist in a quick motion, and brung his weapon down towards Bruce's right shoulder at a 45 degree arc.

~


"I never planned to betray you, Jenso," Luke said, his voice coming out in two tones. Something about him was off. He wasn't taken aback by Jenso's super-form, and his usual laid-back composure was gone. He stood up straight, formally, and threw his gun to the ground, crushing it with his foot. "I couldn't let you go, knowing what lies ahead. That man, that painting, didn't you see?" Luke looked at Jenso and then at the ground. "His body, his skin, the bits that were showing.. He was covered in bruises. His legs were bent, and you were hunched over him... You..." Luke grit his teeth, "You were going to let him live, weren't you? That's how he gets that attack in... That's how he kills you.."
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