thewizardguy

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@RavenTLark[@Wraithblade]
Bob's eery grin never left her face. "No, I don't think you'd stand a chance against Ozzy in his own world. But this might work to my advantage yet. Travel to the Forsaken Realm, and contact Drac's family. Tell them that Ozzy is holding my daughter hostage. If they follow Drac's line of thinking, then they will seek to free her." She then sits down, looking thoughtful. "Of course, that alone might not be enough to dissuade him. As a mark of my sincere trust, had them this." She stabs her hand into her won chest, creating a strangely glowing hole in her flesh. She then hands Mithias a small group of glowing gems, each only the size of a marble. But he recognized them as Shards, parts of Bob's core. The very essence of her being.

Turning to Raven, she winked. "You'd better go with him. Meet one of the more influential families around these parts. And while you're there, you might be able to prevent him from screwing up, aye?" She pats Raven on the head. "If you do this small thing for me, I'll owe you a favour, of course. And my favours may be exchanged for great things indeed."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Tyki

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking
The people of Tassadar were a pragmatic people by necessity. Forced to cooperate or die, petty individualism had been purged from their society forcefully. As such, Alice was unprepared for the possibility of deceit, and fell right into Ozzy's plans. She responded with anger and disgust, clenching her clawed fist. "Such beings do not deserve to call themselves deities. Is it truly the fate of the powerful to so grievously abuse their strength, pursuing their twisted ideals?" She sighs, before turning to Ozzy. "Show me the way to this being's realm, and I will either end this problem, or die trying. However, until I return, no more torture shall commence. And when I return victorious, this realm will no longer be a torturing ground. Understood?"

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Tyki
Void emotionlessly drones on, a slight snark apparent in her voice. It was clear to the creature that she was merely acting as a mouthpiece for Cosmos at this point. "You've grown significantly stronger, but your lack of experience betrays you. Many of us have died for our cause, many of them never even made it to... here. If necessary, I will happily die to further the cause. After firing that arrow, Cosmos will break your light, and Kihaku will annihilate you. With Cosmos providing support, neutralizing and weakening your attacks, you'd have no chance at victory against Kihaku." The wire creature would, of course, realize the truth in this. Despite speed and strength, without the capability to use light, there was no way he could defeat Kihaku. "Alternatively, you could choose to withdraw, and fight us another day. Perhaps gather allies, or perhaps live yourself a happy life at the edge of the Multiverse. Or, potentially, you could once more join us on our quest. We do not wish to destroy reality, as you have been falsely informed. But rather seek to save it."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Wraithblade6
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Sorry for the wait, had a busy day. Wasn't able to get in much posting time.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Wraithblade6@RavenTLark
Bob chuckles, as he takes a wine goblet filled with a deep scarlet liquid from behind the counter. The scent of it seems to instantly fill the area, overpowering all other scents. The thick coppery tang of blood, as high quality as anything else Bob conjured. It was a mixture of different types, quite probably from 3 different sources. Each had been selected by experts to form a complementary combination of tastes, and preserved through magic. Some of the finest vintage blood from the Cour des Nuit, in France. Of course, Bob kept it just an inch outside of Mithias' reach. "Now, I understand that you and your friend have gone through quite an adventure. And of course I have seen the effects of it. I'm afraid the cage that holds Omega is weakening as we speak."

She leans in close, smiling brightly as she places both slender hands on the table. And yet, Mithias feels like the temperature just went down three degrees, and the light dimmed just a little. As if he was standing in Bob's shadow. "In particular, a certain person we both know has run away from home, much like your friend Raven here. And much like your friend Raven here, she now finds herself in mortal danger." The table seems to be cracking under some unknown strain, the very room seeming to shrink for a moment. As if it were a massive maw, about to devour those foolish souls that would tread between it's teeth.

Bob steps back, as the room returns to it's normal state. "Of course, things will probably end up just fine. Everything can happen, and we can't hold ourselves responsible for everything, can we? Esspecially not when one is so amazingly incompetent." She sits back on the table, the glass of blood in her hand as she looks at the pair before her. "Now, I'm sure both of you are just bursting with things you want to tell me. If you don't hurry up, you might just explode from the pressure. It's a good thing I'm magical, or it would take me ages to clean the gore from my lovely little establishment."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking
As Ozzy names the crimes of those present, Alice simply stands deadly still, a quiet subsonic hiss resonating from her. However, even as a demon appears to once more drag them back to their pits, Alice stops him. "So you choose to torture them? To indulge their existence with an entire realm of petty vengeance? To drown the afflicted in their hatred, that they might never rest in peace?" She growls, bladed tentacles extending from her back. "Is this your justice? A twisted and petty plan, the indulgence of all that is wrong? Do you truly think this helps anyone, that this improves anyone's lives? That chasing such hatreds is not a waste of time and mercy?" She slashes backwards, tearing the head from one of the damned souls off in a single swipe. "Who are you that you think you can dictate who deserves peace. Do you really have the arrogance to declare yourself a God?"

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking
Bahamut nods, as Leeroy makes his request. "I know the woman you speak of. She and her father will undoubtedly die, as our plans come to completion. However, it will not be my blade that ends them. That right is reserved for Kihaku." He stands up, as he drops Gwyn's sword to the floor. "I do not know much of souls, nor do I know much of love. I am a conqueror, a warrior emperor. The only return I can grant you is that her memory shall be carved into my blade. I will devour you, and with your spirit and soul, we will continue to save this universe. So keep her in mind, as I kick your ass."

As Logar shoots forward, Bahamut simply bats aside his massive blade of flame. His skin was impervious to fire, his body able to resist even the greatest of infernos with ease. "But like this? This ain't a fight. So let's do this the old-fashioned way, shall we?"

A burst of flame seems to shoot from Bahamut's mouth, screeching up into the sky. A hundred dragons form, and soon disperse. The very ground trembles, as Logar can sense his opponent going through some kind of transformation. Fire leaks into the ground, and escapes into the sky, the blaze forcing even Logar back, as the very earth around him evaporates. When, after a mere moment, the flames clear, a new figure is revealed. Logar's fancy armour has vanished, as has his fiery glare. He is left standing in a simple robe, his draconic powers having been sacrificed.

Without the armour, Bahamut took the appearance of a pale man with striking grey eyes that seemed to stare through everything. However, he bears the clear stance of a warrior, and Logar could feel that his opponent's strength and speed remained undiminished. "It's been a long time since I took this form. Do not think that I weakened myself. I took the mantle of Dragon Emperor to gain claim to the throne, not to enhance my power. Now I am simply Hiro Matshima, the man who slew the Gods of the East, the Gods of the South, and the Gods of the North. The man who devoured the four winds, and whom's breath causes the very world to spin. I have killed and eaten many Gods before you, stranger. And it'll be an honour to add you to my collection."

With the formalities done, Bahamut retrieved his sword. Then, he swung at Logar. The sword blitzed through the air, the force sparking a hurricane as nearby rubble was violently thrown back. Bahamut's strength and speed were legendary, as were his prowess as a warrior. Even for Logar, God of the Apocalypse, this would be a hard fight to win.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Tyki
Cosmos observes from a distance, mentally dissecting the creature's magic. He could tell better than any other what the bow was capable of, even when fired at half it's maximum power. It had easily enough power to kill Void upon impact, and there was no guarantee that Void would be able to dodge if he were to release suddenly. Whilst he could potentially have interfered with it, there was a significant chance of the creature noticing his influence, and releasing before he could complete his alterations. Without having seen the power in action, he could not accurately determine the risk of Void dying to the attack. It was a risky situation, and the creature's use of speech provided an alternative to direct combat. It seemed that avoiding conflict would be the most favorable option in this situation.

Void, having asked Cosmos for advice on how to proceed telepathically, replied moments after the creature spoke. "If possible, me and my allies would like to avoid this conflict. If you were to fire that arrow, you would find yourself facing the full force of my allies. Even you must realize that this would end badly for you, regardless of your apparent strength." Void hasn't stopped gathering power, that much is clear. However, she has not fully released her seals, and she does not appear to be taking any offensive or defensive action. "What is the reason for the changes that have so obviously occurred to you? You do not appear to be controlled by another, as you were previously. What is your motivation for moving against us?"

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Wraithblade6@RavenTLark

The place seemed busy, dozens of beings of varying shapes and sizes occupying the many glass tables spread across the Lounge. However, Mithias knew that this was an all-time low for the Lounge, which had once catered to hundreds. The previously infinite room seemed to trail off into nothingness, an empty void with no clearly defined reality. This place had once been a hub of trade, a neutral meeting ground for gods and demons alike. It's current state clearly reflected Bob's diminished power.

For Raven, the place was rife with mystery and intrigue. The floor and ceiling were like a lava lamp, great colourful stains washing across it, faces forming and disappearing into it's surface. A blue smoke hung low on the ground, carrying a rich variety of scents from all over the Multiverse. Rich cinammon treats, the rotting of flesh, mixed with the metallic tang of a fully functioning Death Star. It was an aroma that couldn't quite be conveyed in words, that differed with every sniff. The customers were equally bizarre, and equally varied. In the corner, a pair of giant floating jellyfish played a game of cards, both locked in psionic struggle, both attempting to read the other's mind. Near the center of the room, a 2-dimensional prismatic object struggled to interact with the cup that had been placed in front of it. Many more such bizarre scenes played out throughout the Lounge, home to the strangest of creatures, and the most fascinating of scenery. A bedazzling array of wonders, for the sheltered Demigod.

Smiling brightly, a woman dressed in a bright sparkling red suit appeared in front of the pair. Her hair was long and white, seeming to shine like metal. Her nails were as long as claws, each as black as obsidian. A closer glance reveals tiny squirming faces in the varnish, encouraging one to not look any closer. The upper half of her face is concealed in the shadow of a large top hat, the placing of said shadow completely contradicting the direction the light seems to be coming from. All that pierces the veil is the deep red glow of her eyes, a piercing gaze that seems to dig into the girl's flesh. It was clear from her aura of utter confidence and authority that she was in charge of this establishment, if the interdimensional cafe could be called as such.

"Ah, Mithias, you seem to have brought a friend. Not a snack, I presume? Ah, I guessed, but still. She looks delicious." One of the lights goes out briefly, in what can only assumed to be a wink. "I'm so pleased to meet you, the name is Bob. I met your father once, awfully grim fellow. So, finally decided to run away? Oh, the scandal, oh, the gossip." She twirls away, a bar spontaneously manifesting as she waves her hand. "So, can I get you a drink? A small planet inhabited by miniature bear people? The severed head of the Lord of Back'Thur? I serve a variety of snacks, ask for anything and I can provide."