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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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"Tch. Those weapons won't kill me. Of course, I had planned for this."
Genocide looks Kishin in the eye, unblinking, unfaltering. There was no fear in his eyes or appearance, despite the mortality he had displayed up until this point. And deep in those eyes, a hidden source of power could be seen.
"It seems you've got my boss tied up. But he's late on my paycheck, you see, so I can't allow you to keep him."
The plants were dying. It felt strangely natural, watching the tiny plants of the swamp shrivel up and die, watching the great tress grow old before their very eyes. Dead fish float to the surface, Already decaying, before they once more sink. It was suffocating, it was immense, the aura that now dropped into this swamp. This absolute darkness, this absolute evil that now seeped through these waters, sucking the life out of the very planet.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alucard, Lord of the Omegans."
The figure in question had the appearance of a demon. It was tall, with skin black as Obsidian, two large batlike wings extending from it's back. Two surprisingly human eyes adorned it's face, irises blood red. It's hair was a chrome white, contrasting sharply with the rest of it's body, as it stood there in the swamp. But it was far more than a demon. Greater in power even than an Omegan, with it's mere presence it brought death. All those present instantly realized that this being was not to be fucked with.
"Not that it matters. You'll all be dead soon."
Genocide looks Kishin in the eye, unblinking, unfaltering. There was no fear in his eyes or appearance, despite the mortality he had displayed up until this point. And deep in those eyes, a hidden source of power could be seen.
"It seems you've got my boss tied up. But he's late on my paycheck, you see, so I can't allow you to keep him."
The plants were dying. It felt strangely natural, watching the tiny plants of the swamp shrivel up and die, watching the great tress grow old before their very eyes. Dead fish float to the surface, Already decaying, before they once more sink. It was suffocating, it was immense, the aura that now dropped into this swamp. This absolute darkness, this absolute evil that now seeped through these waters, sucking the life out of the very planet.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alucard, Lord of the Omegans."
The figure in question had the appearance of a demon. It was tall, with skin black as Obsidian, two large batlike wings extending from it's back. Two surprisingly human eyes adorned it's face, irises blood red. It's hair was a chrome white, contrasting sharply with the rest of it's body, as it stood there in the swamp. But it was far more than a demon. Greater in power even than an Omegan, with it's mere presence it brought death. All those present instantly realized that this being was not to be fucked with.
"Not that it matters. You'll all be dead soon."
@supertinyking
The Voidwalker's eye seemed to fragment, a series of tiny purple plates covering it's surface. A series of portals, linked to seperate angles through which the Voidwalker could see her opponents, as well as their movement. An awareness of the field of battle, through which she would support her allies and weaken her enemies. After all, it was in the art of manipulating the battlefield that her power would truly shine.
Even as Lisa rushed forward, she found a portal opening in front of her. Had it merely been a portal, it would have been easy to dodge. However, what appeared to be a wheel made of mud crashed through it at high speed, smashing into Lisa. Normally, the flames that made up her form would simply have moved aside from the kinetic force of the blow, but the Mudman's magic-nullifying capabilities made him an excellent projectile, preventing her from releasing her physical form as she was thrown backwards. The mudman, attempting to stand once more, instantly dropped out of sight as a portal opened beneath his feet.
The Mudman appeared some distance in the air, only to be transported once more. Gravity accelerating him as he remained in the air, never touching the portal to break it, only moving through the middle. The Voidwalker seemed to twitch, observing the entire battlefield at once, as she made her next tactical decision, supporting her allies from afar. Even as Ozzy's blades rushed towards her face at immense speed, they seemed to strike nothing but air. The Voidwalker had already moved to a different location, teleporting away mere inches from death.
Cosmos stopped flying, as he gathered his wits once more. His enemy had been moved away, the threat to him had faded. The being that had mere moments ago seemed to threaten his very existence was now nothing more than a playtoy for the Voidwalker. She was doing her job, as she always did - loyal little bitch. But he would need to do his part. Once more, he concentrated on the layers of enchantment layered into the ground, and resumed his quiet casting. From the beginning, his only real job had been to dismantel the base structure of this dimension - as if that was such an easy task - and provide 5 with the power it needed.
Freed from interruptions, the Archmage looked down upon the sigils so plainly visible to him, carved into the very fabric of reality. A spell intertwined with the magic of creation, but not indistinguishable from it. And as he moved his hands, the figures moved, shifting, even the slightest alteration shattering their meaning.
The air seemed to change, the very atmosphere seemed to shift. Ozzy felt his power fading, as the boost provided by his realm began to be drawn away from him. Soon, he would be at base strength. And then, no doubt, the full buff would be channelled into 5. With control over all the souls in Ozzy's Realm, the Collector of Souls would become an unstoppable force.
Flames flashed past, blades sliced through air and flesh as two figures shot past one another. With a soft thump, the severed arm dropped to the ground. Blood spurted from the remaining stump, as Bahamut staggered backwards, screaming in pain from the sudden attack. But then, after only a few seconds, the bleeding stopped. The arm seemed to spasm on the ground, still grasping the blade. And yet, the Bounty Hunter found himself stepping backwards. Not from any physical threat, but rather the sheer wave of killing intent that was seeping into the air, an air of authority, a glance that could kill.
"You... you would dare mar me? To leave such a scar upon ME?" The hordes of dragons in the sky twist and turn, flowing towards Bahamut, who is growing continuously hotter. "You would dare stand before me, and proclaim yourself a warrior? To proclaim yourself to be on equal footing with ME? You maggot! I will crush you!" Hundreds of dragons flow down, dissolving in the air. Liquid flame pours around him, covering the figure of Bahamut, flowing into his mout, eyes and nostrils. His mask shatters, as his armour is reformed around him. A new arm forms, covered in bright red and gold scales to match the armour. And the very ground starts melting from Bahamut's presence, the Bounty Hunter's clothes catching fire from proximity.
The face revealed was a familiar one, or it would have been had the Bounty Hunter been around for longer.
Holding up the new limb, the Dragon Emperor smiles. "I will crush you into dust."
The Voidwalker's eye seemed to fragment, a series of tiny purple plates covering it's surface. A series of portals, linked to seperate angles through which the Voidwalker could see her opponents, as well as their movement. An awareness of the field of battle, through which she would support her allies and weaken her enemies. After all, it was in the art of manipulating the battlefield that her power would truly shine.
Even as Lisa rushed forward, she found a portal opening in front of her. Had it merely been a portal, it would have been easy to dodge. However, what appeared to be a wheel made of mud crashed through it at high speed, smashing into Lisa. Normally, the flames that made up her form would simply have moved aside from the kinetic force of the blow, but the Mudman's magic-nullifying capabilities made him an excellent projectile, preventing her from releasing her physical form as she was thrown backwards. The mudman, attempting to stand once more, instantly dropped out of sight as a portal opened beneath his feet.
The Mudman appeared some distance in the air, only to be transported once more. Gravity accelerating him as he remained in the air, never touching the portal to break it, only moving through the middle. The Voidwalker seemed to twitch, observing the entire battlefield at once, as she made her next tactical decision, supporting her allies from afar. Even as Ozzy's blades rushed towards her face at immense speed, they seemed to strike nothing but air. The Voidwalker had already moved to a different location, teleporting away mere inches from death.
Cosmos stopped flying, as he gathered his wits once more. His enemy had been moved away, the threat to him had faded. The being that had mere moments ago seemed to threaten his very existence was now nothing more than a playtoy for the Voidwalker. She was doing her job, as she always did - loyal little bitch. But he would need to do his part. Once more, he concentrated on the layers of enchantment layered into the ground, and resumed his quiet casting. From the beginning, his only real job had been to dismantel the base structure of this dimension - as if that was such an easy task - and provide 5 with the power it needed.
Freed from interruptions, the Archmage looked down upon the sigils so plainly visible to him, carved into the very fabric of reality. A spell intertwined with the magic of creation, but not indistinguishable from it. And as he moved his hands, the figures moved, shifting, even the slightest alteration shattering their meaning.
The air seemed to change, the very atmosphere seemed to shift. Ozzy felt his power fading, as the boost provided by his realm began to be drawn away from him. Soon, he would be at base strength. And then, no doubt, the full buff would be channelled into 5. With control over all the souls in Ozzy's Realm, the Collector of Souls would become an unstoppable force.
Flames flashed past, blades sliced through air and flesh as two figures shot past one another. With a soft thump, the severed arm dropped to the ground. Blood spurted from the remaining stump, as Bahamut staggered backwards, screaming in pain from the sudden attack. But then, after only a few seconds, the bleeding stopped. The arm seemed to spasm on the ground, still grasping the blade. And yet, the Bounty Hunter found himself stepping backwards. Not from any physical threat, but rather the sheer wave of killing intent that was seeping into the air, an air of authority, a glance that could kill.
"You... you would dare mar me? To leave such a scar upon ME?" The hordes of dragons in the sky twist and turn, flowing towards Bahamut, who is growing continuously hotter. "You would dare stand before me, and proclaim yourself a warrior? To proclaim yourself to be on equal footing with ME? You maggot! I will crush you!" Hundreds of dragons flow down, dissolving in the air. Liquid flame pours around him, covering the figure of Bahamut, flowing into his mout, eyes and nostrils. His mask shatters, as his armour is reformed around him. A new arm forms, covered in bright red and gold scales to match the armour. And the very ground starts melting from Bahamut's presence, the Bounty Hunter's clothes catching fire from proximity.
The face revealed was a familiar one, or it would have been had the Bounty Hunter been around for longer.
Holding up the new limb, the Dragon Emperor smiles. "I will crush you into dust."
The mechanical voice rumbles from beneath the ground, slightly distorted by the wear on the microphones used.
[I believe you may be in need of assistance. Your presence has restarted the-]
With a sudden screech, the speech cuts off, only to be replaced by a constant and monotonous beep. A sudden sensation of isolation tells those gathered there that their dimensional travel capabilities had been cut off. Barely visible at the horizon, a slight distortion can be seen - a telltale signal of Ygdrassil's Shields. After a moment of silence, a nearby panel the size of a football field slowly moves upwards and sideways, throwing off clumps of dirt and uprooting plantlife as it does so. A group of small reptilian creatures scurries off through the grass, spooked by the sudden noise.
The newly created opening leads to one of Ygdrassil's Drone Hangars, a massive construct designed to hold almost 2.000 Combat Drones. Androids with immense strength and speed, capable of creating and manipulating plasma to form blades or projectiles. Combined with their personal shield generators, they formed formidable opponents, and when they had been operational almost no force in the Multiverse could stand up to their combined might. The total number of drones on Ygdrassil at this point in time was quite probably around 2.000.000.000. Of course, most of them had succumbed to the same rapid aging that had apparently struck the rest of the vast space station. Thick plants could be seen entangling almost all of them, roots digging through the Alloy plates.
Deep down below, a metallic crash can be heard echoing upwards, as if beckoning those present to come down.
[I believe you may be in need of assistance. Your presence has restarted the-]
With a sudden screech, the speech cuts off, only to be replaced by a constant and monotonous beep. A sudden sensation of isolation tells those gathered there that their dimensional travel capabilities had been cut off. Barely visible at the horizon, a slight distortion can be seen - a telltale signal of Ygdrassil's Shields. After a moment of silence, a nearby panel the size of a football field slowly moves upwards and sideways, throwing off clumps of dirt and uprooting plantlife as it does so. A group of small reptilian creatures scurries off through the grass, spooked by the sudden noise.
The newly created opening leads to one of Ygdrassil's Drone Hangars, a massive construct designed to hold almost 2.000 Combat Drones. Androids with immense strength and speed, capable of creating and manipulating plasma to form blades or projectiles. Combined with their personal shield generators, they formed formidable opponents, and when they had been operational almost no force in the Multiverse could stand up to their combined might. The total number of drones on Ygdrassil at this point in time was quite probably around 2.000.000.000. Of course, most of them had succumbed to the same rapid aging that had apparently struck the rest of the vast space station. Thick plants could be seen entangling almost all of them, roots digging through the Alloy plates.
Deep down below, a metallic crash can be heard echoing upwards, as if beckoning those present to come down.
He was wounded. Most of the burns had been healed when he had, briefly, gained access to his full power. But still the pain remained, and he was still far from optimal shape.
Clutching a particularly nasty cut on his side, Genocide grimacingly pushed his way through the swamplands. The Seal was close, he could feel it. If events had unfolded as they had before, then it would be unguarded. If he could open up this Seal without the more powerful forces in the Multiverse taking notice, he would be able to plunge this universe into annihilation. A Daemon would be his first target for transport, of course, but eventually more creatures could be moved through. An army of Daemon drawn from an alternate universe, beings of immense power and yet utterly incapable of transporting themselves through the universal barriers. They would be slaves to his whim without ever realizing it, and he tore apart the very basis of-
Suddenly, Genocide stopped in his tracks. The cold tip of a steel blade was softly pressed to his throat. While he had been internally monologueing, he had failed to observe the canine being that had now managed to catch him unawares. This was Strygwyr. But that made no sense. Strygwyr was supposed to have already died.
Slowly, Genocide raised an arm.
"I surrender?"
Clutching a particularly nasty cut on his side, Genocide grimacingly pushed his way through the swamplands. The Seal was close, he could feel it. If events had unfolded as they had before, then it would be unguarded. If he could open up this Seal without the more powerful forces in the Multiverse taking notice, he would be able to plunge this universe into annihilation. A Daemon would be his first target for transport, of course, but eventually more creatures could be moved through. An army of Daemon drawn from an alternate universe, beings of immense power and yet utterly incapable of transporting themselves through the universal barriers. They would be slaves to his whim without ever realizing it, and he tore apart the very basis of-
Suddenly, Genocide stopped in his tracks. The cold tip of a steel blade was softly pressed to his throat. While he had been internally monologueing, he had failed to observe the canine being that had now managed to catch him unawares. This was Strygwyr. But that made no sense. Strygwyr was supposed to have already died.
Slowly, Genocide raised an arm.
"I surrender?"
Now I'm wondering why Kerrigan is working for Mia. Oh well, guess we'll find out soon enough.
Five stepped back, knowing that he could not defeat Ozzy at this stage. He had been hoping to merely stall the Demon Child, but it seemed he was no longer necessary. This hadn't happened last time - something must have affected the timeline. But it didn't matter, Cosmos already knew the outcome of this little story. Soon, Minx would appear, and everything would change. This entire battle would be little more than a stepping stone, a playground for building up a sufficient charge of Dark Side energy. Already, he could feel it swirling around, the deaths and hatreds forming together into an almost palpable force. "Well then, I have no need to fight you. We can settle this dispute at a later time. You two gentlemen, however, seem to have a score to settle?"
5 had taken the form of Kevin, and was grinning wildly as he subtly amplified Ozzy's anger. Not with the goal of a Soular Strike as before, but simply to antagonize him. At the same time, he amplified Leeroy's calm, ensuring that he would not rush into battle. He didn't need more enemies to fight, when he could watch them fight one another.
The samurai known as Bahamut was expressionless behind his golden mask, but exhileration was blatant in his voice as he shouted with each repeated katana strike. Overcome with the rush of battle, flames bathed his sword and his arms, great dragon wings extending from his back, bahamut was a flurry of raging strikes and parries, always keen to press the attack against this formidable opponent.
Cosmos looked up as the mysterious figure appeared from the portal. Carelessly, he simply flung a bolt of flame at what appeared to be a particularly linguistically capable mud golem, only to watch the flames part around the figure's raised hand. The mere fire failing was to be expected, but it had been enchanted to maintain the stickyness of glue - to any other foe, the flames would have formed a constant source of damage throughout the fight. But the mere touch of this creature's skin seemed to break apart the carefully layered yet fragile enchantments Cosmos had placed upon the flames. It was clear this wasn't an ordinary golem. There were a number of creatures that were capable of breaking down complex arcane structures, but they exhibited this capability naturally. To see such a trait in a golem was most unusual, and he would need to study the-
A large brown fist swung towards Cosmos, and smashed his face in, sending him crashing to the floor. Why had his shield spells failed? Oh, right. Antimagic.
Furthermore, a cold spot could be felt moving along his face. A feeling that he all too well recognized as the death of tissue. Not only were his defenses pierced, the spells maintaining this body for his use were being shattered. If this mud golem was able to get a solid grip, he would be ripped from this body. And even with so many corpses around, with his magic so weakened, it would be nearly impossible to revive himself once more. To face death after all these years, hopping from one body to the next, was a terrifying prospect. It was his fear of death that had first caused him to develop this magic. And it was the same fear now that caused him to propel himself backwards rapidly, instinctively almost, no plan in mind beside the possibility of permanent death.
As Eruka and Lisa fled the battlefield, they found themselves suddenly confronted with the floating carriage of the bound girl, Voidwalker, who had struck her mother down in the first place. A single bright purple eye looks on, silently, as Lisa almost reflectively fires a burst of flame - which, of course, never hit it's target. But then came a strange moment of silence, as the floating figure made no offensive move. A kind of static flickered around her, weakening the barrier between dimensions, but no attackw as performed. And yet, making portals while in this girl's presence was a bad idea, Lisa knew that much. If she were to attempt to teleport away, she was sure to end up in some inhospitable location, or simply right back here. It was a standoff, as both parties simply looked at one another, waiting for the other one to take action, either offensive or defensive.
The two figures observed the fight, cloaked in shadows. One turned to the other, his voice inhumanly deep. "I believe this is my cue. Wish me luck, honey".
"Don't worry, I'll catch it all on tape."
"Hmm, I'll see it all when we get back"
"What, do you have that little faith in the boss?"
"Perhaps. we'll see."
The figure with the deep voice teleported away, seeming to simply step into the darkness and vanish. Meanwhile, the other spread it's wings, staring out into the battlefield, a tiny little camcorder in hand, the lens flare oddly piercing the unnatural shadows. Softly, it whistled under it's breath as it filmed the ordeals going on.
5 had taken the form of Kevin, and was grinning wildly as he subtly amplified Ozzy's anger. Not with the goal of a Soular Strike as before, but simply to antagonize him. At the same time, he amplified Leeroy's calm, ensuring that he would not rush into battle. He didn't need more enemies to fight, when he could watch them fight one another.
The samurai known as Bahamut was expressionless behind his golden mask, but exhileration was blatant in his voice as he shouted with each repeated katana strike. Overcome with the rush of battle, flames bathed his sword and his arms, great dragon wings extending from his back, bahamut was a flurry of raging strikes and parries, always keen to press the attack against this formidable opponent.
Cosmos looked up as the mysterious figure appeared from the portal. Carelessly, he simply flung a bolt of flame at what appeared to be a particularly linguistically capable mud golem, only to watch the flames part around the figure's raised hand. The mere fire failing was to be expected, but it had been enchanted to maintain the stickyness of glue - to any other foe, the flames would have formed a constant source of damage throughout the fight. But the mere touch of this creature's skin seemed to break apart the carefully layered yet fragile enchantments Cosmos had placed upon the flames. It was clear this wasn't an ordinary golem. There were a number of creatures that were capable of breaking down complex arcane structures, but they exhibited this capability naturally. To see such a trait in a golem was most unusual, and he would need to study the-
A large brown fist swung towards Cosmos, and smashed his face in, sending him crashing to the floor. Why had his shield spells failed? Oh, right. Antimagic.
Furthermore, a cold spot could be felt moving along his face. A feeling that he all too well recognized as the death of tissue. Not only were his defenses pierced, the spells maintaining this body for his use were being shattered. If this mud golem was able to get a solid grip, he would be ripped from this body. And even with so many corpses around, with his magic so weakened, it would be nearly impossible to revive himself once more. To face death after all these years, hopping from one body to the next, was a terrifying prospect. It was his fear of death that had first caused him to develop this magic. And it was the same fear now that caused him to propel himself backwards rapidly, instinctively almost, no plan in mind beside the possibility of permanent death.
As Eruka and Lisa fled the battlefield, they found themselves suddenly confronted with the floating carriage of the bound girl, Voidwalker, who had struck her mother down in the first place. A single bright purple eye looks on, silently, as Lisa almost reflectively fires a burst of flame - which, of course, never hit it's target. But then came a strange moment of silence, as the floating figure made no offensive move. A kind of static flickered around her, weakening the barrier between dimensions, but no attackw as performed. And yet, making portals while in this girl's presence was a bad idea, Lisa knew that much. If she were to attempt to teleport away, she was sure to end up in some inhospitable location, or simply right back here. It was a standoff, as both parties simply looked at one another, waiting for the other one to take action, either offensive or defensive.
The two figures observed the fight, cloaked in shadows. One turned to the other, his voice inhumanly deep. "I believe this is my cue. Wish me luck, honey".
"Don't worry, I'll catch it all on tape."
"Hmm, I'll see it all when we get back"
"What, do you have that little faith in the boss?"
"Perhaps. we'll see."
The figure with the deep voice teleported away, seeming to simply step into the darkness and vanish. Meanwhile, the other spread it's wings, staring out into the battlefield, a tiny little camcorder in hand, the lens flare oddly piercing the unnatural shadows. Softly, it whistled under it's breath as it filmed the ordeals going on.
Well, if it causes so much of a ruckus, I'll simply remove my post. It was intended to be a joke, and there was no intent to cause any harm to the story or those participating in it.
- Moved -
@The Grey Dust
The fact that it's opposite to what Bedhivere would normally ever do is kind of the POINT. I wasn't attempting to imitate Bedhivere in any realistic manner, I was showing Gabriel having fun with his image.
However, I must admit I did not realize that the people in such a location would not work for Bedhivere.
As such, they now do.
In fact, they're completely convinced they've worked for Bedhivere the whole time, and will cease realizing this the moment Gabe leaves the estate.
Why?
Because Gabriel wants them to.
The fact that it's opposite to what Bedhivere would normally ever do is kind of the POINT. I wasn't attempting to imitate Bedhivere in any realistic manner, I was showing Gabriel having fun with his image.
However, I must admit I did not realize that the people in such a location would not work for Bedhivere.
As such, they now do.
In fact, they're completely convinced they've worked for Bedhivere the whole time, and will cease realizing this the moment Gabe leaves the estate.
Why?
Because Gabriel wants them to.
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