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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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Teoinsanity said
Now,what is the Genesis Devourer?


As the vampire crashes to the floor, boiling in a pool of his own blood, the girl turns to you, smiling. Her voice drips with a kind of glee that many would find uncomfortable at the least. "Oh, my baby. He's beautiful, isn't he? I called him that, but really he needs a name of his own. Something unique, to reflect it's beauty." She smiles, as she gestures to everything around her. "You're inside him right now, this is one of the rooms I built in him. I built him from the energy of a dying star, fused with advanced genetic manipulation, to create a monster unmatched in this universe. Can't you feel the beat of it's heart?" She giggles, before turning, and hurrying back to the vampire, who seems to be growing a new body.
kishin asura said
The three strangers looked around the room. A little girl in a small robe, seemingly colorless, two men wearing masks. One wearing a gas mask, the other wearing a demon mask ".....so since this kishin guy is taking his sweet time, let me just say that I hate both of you." The girl says. The man in the demon mask looks at her "too bad." He says. I walk in and smile "I see everyone's here." I say "let me tell you why you're here." "I'm just here because I have nothing else to do." The girl says. I shake my head and say "lu, you really ought to be taking things seriously. Now you and oni go after the judge." I look at the man in the gas mask "....y'know cecil I keep mistaking you for that one assassin guy." I say "how's the disease capsule?" "Good." Cecil says with a muffled reply "from what I know, chickenpox will work best. I'll launch it now." With that, he walks out of the room "alright lu let's go." Oni says. Grabbing lu's hood and portalling with her. My smile fades as I reach out into my pockets and pull out a grey notebook labeled "erase note" and a vial labeled "chickenpox". I dispose of the vial and read the last page of the notebook with a smile "now to play the waiting game." I chuckle as I tear out the page and portal away the notebook.Oni and lu portaled in and saw the judge "that's the guy eh?" Lu says "we can take him." Oni sighs and mutters "if she gets me killed-" "you'd be dead." Lu interruptsCecil checked again. He was sure he loaded the capsule with chickenpox but it seemed more like......nah. couldn't be. He launches the metal pod and watched as it flew toward the genesis devourer


The Judge looks up, his expression hidden behind the shady glasses. A smile flickers across dead lips, pale skin seeming to shimmer in the fading lights that dance in the sky of this desolate realm. Already, the barriers of this reality were beginning to fade, the horizon filled with images of grand castles and structures sinking into infinite oblivion. The ground, which first was covered in a deep mist, is revealed to be a mere white plane, all power taken from this world. Still, thousands of arcane circles and runes move through the space around the man, an overwehelming life force backing his soul. And visible to any who would call themselves mages, he's surrounded with a powerful arcane aura, his mere presence seeming to cause the air to shimmer as if in heat.

The Judge's black wings fold behind his back, his black boots soundless against the immaterial floor. He slowly walks forward, his hands clasped, a faint smile on his lips, as dark magics seem to dance on the rim of his glasses. Long black hair hangs around his head, outlining the paleness of his skin. "More youngsters come to challenge me? It is only natural, that one born into such a world would fight to protect it, ignorant and blissful within it. Have you ever felt the beautiful touch of death, children? Have you ever bathed in the river of souls, and beheld those stranded on the banks of life?" The words are whispered, and yet can be heard clearly. It feels like it would be impossible not to hear them, the man's voice cold and calm. "Very well. Let us see, children, the face you shall show me when you taste the bittersweet embrace of death. It shall be a beautiful sight now as well, as your lives are brought to an end."
The massive tentacle doesn't react to the presence of the pod. It flies in through a pore, entering a large chamber within, the walls of which are lined with the odd metallic carapace that is the Genesis Devourer's 'skin'. The pod seems to bounce off of the hardened material, clattering to the floor. Around it, hundreds of 'seeds' can be seen, symbiotically attached to the Genesis Devourer. The steady pulse of the Devourer's heartbeat can be heard, although no veins can be seen in the armored interior. The pore below opens and closes, as if sucking in air from the atmosphere of the small planet it was devouring.
Akihisa Yoshii said
A red tick mark appeared on Kare's forehead, and he tapped his foot, waiting to be noticed. Surely they noticed the high concentration of pure Evil in the room? Did he need a neon sign? He cleared his throat again. He really wished to speak to the girl who he knew to be the controller of this... thing... and he knew of the deeds it had accomplished.


((I already replied to you....))
Wraithblade6 said
"Biotechnology? Hm, no I don't have a sample of the gas, but it was different than what is floating around in this room. I can smell something in the air all around us." Mithias immediately picked up on a sound from across the room, and the dark girl in red came over. The look on his face showed that he had no clue what all those big words meant, that she had been using, but she seemed harmless. He didn't move or make any threatening gestures as she came over to him, touching him, and taking his hand. "You're very brave, not knowing what I am... or perhaps you know already too well. I am Mithias, and this is Teo. Are you the one I should speak to about my vacation being ruined?"


The girl simply laughs, as she spins you around. She makes a gesture with one hand, and it's like the world explodes with crimson agony. You can feel your body screaming as it's torn to pieces, hundreds of microorganisms destroying it on a cellular level. Movement is interrupted, as muscles decay at high speed. Your legs collapse into a frothing pile of bright red goo, bone and muscle tissue mixing as they're liquefied. Nerve endings are burnt, and the image of the girl looking down on you is burnt into your mind, as your body writhes in undiluted agony.

Absolute blackness. A strange sense of emptiness, as if all of reality had ceased to exist.

Moments later, you can feel your body rebuilding itself, new cells forming from the base materials of the remains, reshaping themselves. The girl is at the other side of the room, talking to the man from before. As your hearing returns, you can catch snatches of the short exchange. However, your mind is too preoccupied with recuperation in order to make any sense of the sounds. When this girl notices you regenerating, she jumps over, as hyperactive as ever. "Oooh, you're back! That was amazing. Boy, I would love to see what makes you tick, but I'm a busy woman, you know? I mean, I've got worlds to destroy, dimensions to plunder, and a grand master plan to finish my doomsday device, and screw up EVERYONE's day. So, instead, I hired an expert." She smiles, as you feel your body being lifted off of the ground.

It takes you a moment to notice the strange creature. It has the form of a man, but lacks any facial features. It's bright red, like a human without it's skin, and you can see muscles moving and flexing, exposed to the air. It was as if someone was building a human, and stopped halfway. However, this mysterious humanoid picks you up, and carries you out of the room, even as the carapace 'skin' slides aside for it. If the being was capable of speech, it gave no indication of such, instead remaining mute as you're carried through black interiors, and pulsing red corridors. At a certain point, you see a room filled with what appear to be eggs, the shells laced with pulsing veins. There are also many other rooms filled with strange creatures, performing unfathomable actions.
"Then bring it, little man!" Flames burn in Broding's eyes, and the ebony giant stands firm. A gash in his side from the Bloodseeker's blade. Both hands sliced and bruised. An arrow in the shoulder from the barrage. Blood runs down his face from the wound in his forehead, and it pools on the floor beside him. Broding feels no pain, and despite the wounds covering him he simply keeps moving. Stepping forward, his fist shoots forward, and Broding knows that this blow would end the man's fight. He would die a warrior's death, defeated by the black giant who was now steadily turning crimson. It would take more than just this much to take down Gutra, and Broding could almost already feel the spine shattering beneath his fist.

Searing pain, and the taste of blood.

The blow had missed, and Broding realized his vision had blurred. The man was inside his reach, and from the new source of pain, Broding knew the axe had hit him in the shin. Struggling not to fall down, Broding struck out again, putting his full force behind the blow. Once more, the blow should have blown the man's head off. Broding held the experience and skill of a hundred warriors, he was a master. And yet, as the crimson knuckles merely grazed his opponent, Broding recognized the fire in the man's eyes. It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and Broding could see the flames of determination, even as, once more, the axe struck deep into his flesh. A strength not entirely of this world guided the blade of the axe through bunched muscle and inhuman endurance. Each step seemed to shake the world, and Gutra knew this was not a battle of skill, not a battle of worth. It was a battle of spirit.

Making use of his opponent's pure offense, Broding launched Lord Polvark backwards, a single swing nearly crushing his skull. The power of the blow would have knocked most men unconscious, from either the pain or the concussion. However, as Broding had thought, Polvark stood up once again, and Broding still stood tall. He grinned, and this time it was not the smile of a predator. He could feel it, the tension in the air, as he realized that, in this battle, Amun favored them both equally. "Little man, you fight well. Put your spirit behind each blow, little man, and we shall see who is left standing!" Laughing, the massive hulk of muscle crashed forward. Blood loss, pain and muscle damage had left him unsteady on his feet, but he remained standing as he swung his fist forward. If he got in one more good blow, this fight would be at an end.
I was planning to have Broding not use his weapon, to make it a fair match. With his strenght behind it, each swing would be unblockable, and the massive reach would make it nearly impossible for Polvark to get close enough to deal a hit.

And I already have this one planned out. Hopefully, I can turn this into an epic moment.
Unnatural lightning crackled through the air, moving from lifeform to lifeform. It was not truly electricity, which required the presence of air. It burned not the hardened bodies of the microscopic beings, but dropped from life source to life source, as it burned them from the inside. Even such small beings, lacking in such commodities as organs and skin, were burned and damaged. And yet, for every microorganism that was burned, there were a billion more. However, the feeling of the life energy around the two was amazing in how it oppressed the senses and thoughts.

The man looked up, smiling. Two black wings extended from his back, and he held up a hand to Leeroy, who had settled into this charge. It was like all the sounds in the room just stopped, a sudden disconnection from the sound of Honey trying to destroy an army of microorganisms. Time was an illusion, and Leeroy moves forward only at a snail's pace, watching the events unfold around him in slow motion. The man speaks, and his tone sounds both dark and final. "A man who should have died a long time ago, living off of borrowed time. Leeroy Jenkins. I am the Judge, who dictates the barriers of life and death. I am the Agent of Balance, created by the Primals themselves, an instrument of the Eternal Creator. And I am tired of those who have cheated death for too long." Screams echoed, as Leeroy and the Judge find themselves in an infinite expanse of black, as if nothing else existed. Figures moved, shadily, reflections of the memories. He could see himself joining the Fairy Tail Guild. He could see a variety of adventures, stories playing out silently, in this surrealistic expanse.

"Rest in peace, Leeroy."

Leeroy dropped to the ground. Sound rushed back, as Honey turned to stare. Soul in tatters, body desperately holding on to the fringes of life. It was not a strike, no grand attack from the Judge. However, Leeroy could feel them returning. The times he should have died, the cold fingers of the reaper holding his wrist. His soul shaking, as he felt each blow once more. Many lifetimes worth of suffering, condensed into this short span of time. They were coming to take him away, darkness closing in from all sides as his vision fades. And this time, it was not a darkness he could escape.
"Boys and girls, welcome to the Genesis Devourer."

A soft voice, carrying a menace like a cutting edge on a blade, dripping with venom. Plates of carapace slid aside, seemingly becoming one with the walls, as a woman with long red hair steps into the room. Her skin is the color of chocolate, her eyes the color of storm clouds. She was dressed in a long dress, surprisingly plain and red, as she smiled deviously. She was not particularly beautiful, nor did she look particularly strong. And yet, as she walked in, there was a presence, as if the quality of the air had changed. Long black boots held her feet, practical and sturdy. Around her dress were a variety of belts, holding odd-looking tools, some of which looked like they had a life of their own. Thick leatherlike gloves held her hands, the brown clashing with the dress massively.

"Isn't this just exciting? Of all the species I've looked at, you," her finger rests on Mithias "are by far the most interesting. Genetic flexibility, rapid mutation factor, cellular control, why, isn't it just fantastic?" She giggles with glee as she runs over, and grabs Mithias' hand. "An intercellular psychic net, creating a hive mind effect which forms the barrier of your consciousness? An arcane seal intermixed with advanced genetic manipulation to bind your soul to each individual cell? Do you know? I don't!" She laughs out loud, doing a little spin, seemingly bursting with excitement.
Gabriel Evings said
bah masochist dark souls was easy, but yes yes I am


Hehehehe.

By the way, if one more person proclaims interest, I shall create the topic.
How come your characters become so much more interesting moments before death? Ima give him a chance, let's see how this works out. To me, this is how I think Broding would react, cuz that's how I imagine he thinks about the world.
The Gung had many aspects and traditions that they were proud of, but they were not a sociable people. They had no trade relations, and even clashed quite often with the other Great Clans that inhabited the jungles of the north. Of the Gung that had gathered to witness their leader's battle, very few had any idea what was going on when the man they had identified as a fellow of some importance, potentially a Shaman or Chieftain of the Iron Men, seemed to throw away his weapons. However, those that did understand spit on the ground, and made a ward against evil spirits. Among the Gung, who were a fierce warrior culture, surrender was the equivalent of blasphemy. To die after surrender would be to abandon your soul to be reborn as a tree, or a worm, and incapable creature. Only a true warrior would find glory and the ability to fight once more in a new life, a second chance at victory granted by the Gods. It was a disgrace, and it was an equal disgrace to slaughter those who were unarmed. Usually this issue was resolved through banishment, and the coward would die in the wilds, where it was hoped they might find some form of redemption.

Broding stood above the coward before him, and made a sound like the growl of an animal. When he spoke, it was a heavily accented version of the Imperial Tongue. Unlike his looks would suggest, he had been highly educated by his tribe's shaman. The Avatar of Amun, after all, needed to be able to handle his blade not just with strength, but with wisdom as well. "You would wipe the name of you and your men into the dirt? It would be more merciful to let them die as men, then to let them be coddled as children, helpless to decide their own fate." Broding stabbed the Dragonclaw into the ground, bone blade slicing through the gritted stone, leaving not even a blemish upon the strange weapon. As he held up a hand, one of his men placed an axe in it, which he held out to Lord Polvark. His eyes held a lust for battle, but also a sense of honor. Through the hearts and memories of so many warriors, Broding had not only learnt skill, but also a form of compassion all of his own.

"I shall grant you a warrior's mercy, and nothing more. If you wish to save those who serve under you, then don't coddle and cry. Fight for it, and carve your destiny with your own two hands. To fight for yourself is the only right given to us by the Gods." Broding throws the axe into the air, and it clatters to the ground. He makes no effort to protect himself, but rather gestures for his warriors to stand back. Obeying, they formed a ring around the area, large enough for uninterfered close combat. "You may not be a warrior, but you are a man. Do not fight for the dreams of your leaders, do not fight for the hopes of the future. Choose your own path, little man, and then face even the greatest of odds with a heart of steel. Take the weapon and face me, and if you win, you have my word as a warrior that both you and your men will be released. If not, then I shall grant them a warrior's death. That is all the mercy I have to give."
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