((I was hesitating between letting you go and having Bob chase you, but you obviously want to be somewhere else, and fun goes above all.))
Bob sighs as his playtoy leaves, gnawing a hole in his own world. The fortunate side effect of this was that the duck form would last until Unicron was trapped in something else, and the idea of Unicron devouring worlds as a monocle duck was quite amusing in and of itself. Bob sighed, and lay back, deciding what he should do. He didn't feel like getting too close to Stein, on the world where he had come from. While Bob was undoubtedly more powerful than the mad professor, Stein was one of the few beings capable of permanently killing Bob, and being as old as he was, Bob didn't much like taking risks.
Solus smiles. "Interesting. So witches are created by chance, and chance alone? And the only way to kill a witch is to deny their existence?" Bob thinks before asking his next question, planning out how he would deal with the other witches he might come across. While obviously he would want some of them for his harem, such as Beatrice, many would be too ugly or annoying to keep around. "So when you fight, you fight by attempting to deny the other's existence. So, theoretically, what would happen if a witch were to no longer believe in their own identity?"
As Alexander rushes forward, Dragoon growls iritably. He could fill a library with the amount of spells he could have used in this situation to slow, weaken, burn, freeze, strangle, or otherwise hinder his attacker. However, this complex spell required his full attention. He would cast Dominion, a spell that directly targets the opponent's mind. With his superior intellect, Dragoon was assured victory if he managed to pull this off, but he couldn't allow this imbecile to disturb the process. A little deception was in order. "Ha! Come closer, fool. You walk straight into the arms of your doom!"
Stein nods, sighing. "I don't know how I got here, and me and my daughter were seperated when two strange monsters were fighting each other. They looked like men, but they wielded unholy powers, reserved only for demons, witches and demon hunters." Stein makes this up as he goes along, pretending to be from a world he had visited once, were demons were the source of all magic. It was a simple, and even unnecesary ruse, but he used it regardless. "I was forced to fight my way here through several beings of less power. I myself am only an apprentice Demon Hunter, but I'm handy with a blade."
Mia drags Weiss out of sight, sensing her father nearby. He would no doubt be spinning the group Weiss came from around his finger. Everyone her dad met became a tool or a victim, and as she could sense no fighting, he had obviously chosen the former. She had no time to admire his work, however, instead focusing on her own victim, the fellow she'd captured earlier. She leaned close to him, looking him in the eye. She was sure he had to wake up soon, so she could play. It wouldn't be fun for him to stay asleep all the time. It'd be like playing with a doll. To encourage a swift awakening she cut off the middle finger of his left hand.
Hands clasped behind his back, Rift moves from place to place, observing the forest scenery. For him, teleporting was far more natural than walking, and he didn't use his legs except in dire need. It was such a bore, walking everywhere, and Rift had grown to pity his brothers, who were forced to rely on such a thing. So tiresome, so slow, and so inefficient. He could be anywhere he wanted, any time he wanted, instantly. And, using this skill, he observed several fights throughout the forest nearly simultaneously, moving back and forth rapidly between locations faster than any being could move normally.
While watching two beings trying to beat each other to a pulp was always good for a laugh, Rift was a social being by nature. Unlike some of his brothers, he preferred the company of humans. He was almost unique among the Slivers for desiring conversation outside of their group, enjoying chatter for the simple sake of chatter, instead of simply killing or torturing anything that moved or thought. Looking around the forest, Rift picked a small party of humans and two half-demons, an interesting mix, to speak to, appearing from a purple crack in the air. "Why hello there, fellow travelers. Could I interest any of you in some conversation?"
Blade holds his sword to Hazama's neck, the sharp point causing a trickle of blood to run down his throat. Blade stood completely ready, and it would be nearly impossible to dodge aside with one's head still attached to one's body. Then, for the second time this fight, Blade spoke. "Surrender."
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Well, I'm going to be frank here. You're going to need some help. I think dear Sora has forgotten he's right next to Alexander and Dragoon. Either that, or he's had an unexpected heart attack and died.
Bob sits back, pouting. "Oh, you're such a bother. Fine. One more, and then I'll release you. Solve the riddle I gave, and you're free." Then, Bob is surrounded by flames, as he suddenly leans forward, his eyes glowing brightly. "However, if you do not, I'll make you my bitch for all eternity."
Solus' illusion nods, smiling. As he had suspected, both would be prepared to give anything for the book. And thus, he would ask them for everything. "Let me name my first price. Tell me everything about witches. How does one become a witch? How does witch magic work? Why are there only female witches? Does being a witch remove your dress sense, or is that just an unhappy coincidence?" Solus patiently awaits the answer, taking each of his questions seriously.
"What a shame." Stein steps towards Ruby, as he hands her a phone. "Please keep this, and call me if you see her. I lost her when I was brought here, and have been trying to find her ever since." Stein gives a dramatic sigh, allowing the sadness to be apparent in his eyes. Had he not been a serial killer, he could easily have made a living as an actor. Then, he turns to the group as a whole. "I don't suppose you could help me find her?"
Solus' illusion nods, smiling. As he had suspected, both would be prepared to give anything for the book. And thus, he would ask them for everything. "Let me name my first price. Tell me everything about witches. How does one become a witch? How does witch magic work? Why are there only female witches? Does being a witch remove your dress sense, or is that just an unhappy coincidence?" Solus patiently awaits the answer, taking each of his questions seriously.
"What a shame." Stein steps towards Ruby, as he hands her a phone. "Please keep this, and call me if you see her. I lost her when I was brought here, and have been trying to find her ever since." Stein gives a dramatic sigh, allowing the sadness to be apparent in his eyes. Had he not been a serial killer, he could easily have made a living as an actor. Then, he turns to the group as a whole. "I don't suppose you could help me find her?"
Mtntopview said
"I never agreed todo more than one riddle!" Unicron said, "now release me!"
"You did not? You agreed to a game of riddles. I never said when it would end. However, let me make it easy for you." Bob smiled down at the duck, clasping his hands together with glee. "Three more, and then I let you go."
Stein smiles, advancing on the party. "I'm very sorry for interrupting. However, I was wondering if one of you had seen my daughter, Mia." Stein gives them all an expectant look, as if expecting them to know who he meant with just that.
Alrighty then. That is all I ask ^^
ShadowVentus said
RWBY is a series created by RoosterTeeth and stands for, if I remember correctly, red, white, black, and yellow, which are the colors of the four main protagonists.
So it's like Black Rock Shooter, where every character has a specific color attached to them?
Solus smiles, as he found himself standing before both Dianor and Erika. They were both staring at the empty point in space where they believed him to be. He had, of course, already moved the book to a safe location, but they would believe he held it. He wouldn't want either side getting cocky, now would he? No, it wouldn't do at all if they were to take the book from him, as such situations usually ended with his death.
The illusion smiles, a cup of illusory wine in it's hand, an illusory book in the other. "I have this book. And I realize both of you wish to own this book." Solus' smile turns almost malicious, as he utters his next sentence. "As such, the real question becomes...... how much would you give to own it?" It was a simple bargain deal. Whichever side was prepared to offer the most would walk away with the book, and Solus would walk away with whatever it was they were offering. If they double-crossed him, or there were other complications, he simply gave them an illusory copy of the book. The perfect setup, for the perfect extortion.
"No no no. First, you answer my next riddle."
*I am constantly killed,
and yet I never die.
I am seen in the sand, the sun, and the moon,
and yet I am invisible.
Who am I?*
Blade jumps forwards, ready to strike, when the army of metal snakes shoots from the ground. Blade clamps one in between his feet, and is launched upwards by it's speed. Blade jumps, rising above the rapdily moving army of Ourobos's. He spins his blade, faster and faster, and stays aloft from the sheer speed somehow, as the blade propels him through the mass, slicing through the army like tissue paper. Blade, moving with both gravity and his odd sword technique as propulsion, moves straight towards Hazama, like the bastard child of a blender and a rocket.
The illusion smiles, a cup of illusory wine in it's hand, an illusory book in the other. "I have this book. And I realize both of you wish to own this book." Solus' smile turns almost malicious, as he utters his next sentence. "As such, the real question becomes...... how much would you give to own it?" It was a simple bargain deal. Whichever side was prepared to offer the most would walk away with the book, and Solus would walk away with whatever it was they were offering. If they double-crossed him, or there were other complications, he simply gave them an illusory copy of the book. The perfect setup, for the perfect extortion.
"No no no. First, you answer my next riddle."
*I am constantly killed,
and yet I never die.
I am seen in the sand, the sun, and the moon,
and yet I am invisible.
Who am I?*
Blade jumps forwards, ready to strike, when the army of metal snakes shoots from the ground. Blade clamps one in between his feet, and is launched upwards by it's speed. Blade jumps, rising above the rapdily moving army of Ourobos's. He spins his blade, faster and faster, and stays aloft from the sheer speed somehow, as the blade propels him through the mass, slicing through the army like tissue paper. Blade, moving with both gravity and his odd sword technique as propulsion, moves straight towards Hazama, like the bastard child of a blender and a rocket.
Blade took up a stance, deflecting the first serpent off of the edge of his blade with ease. However, as he moved to parry the second, he suddenly lost his footing, and it struck, launching him backwards. He crashes into a tree, and before he can fall to the ground, four more snakes pound into him, sending him straight through the tree, which crashes into the undergrowth loudly. Where it once stood is the red warrior, in a crater formed by Hazama's attacks.
Slowly, Blade rises from the crater. His armor smokes where it was hit, small spots of black, cracks in the armor. However, no blood can be seen. Blade once more charges, but this time he hops from side to side, moving too fast for any projectile to hit him, his movements unpredictable. He rushes towards his opponent, blade held close to his face, ready both to deflect incoming attacks and slice open the flesh of his foes.
Slowly, Blade rises from the crater. His armor smokes where it was hit, small spots of black, cracks in the armor. However, no blood can be seen. Blade once more charges, but this time he hops from side to side, moving too fast for any projectile to hit him, his movements unpredictable. He rushes towards his opponent, blade held close to his face, ready both to deflect incoming attacks and slice open the flesh of his foes.
What does RWBY and JNPR stand for?
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