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Hell's coffee lounge

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Hell's coffee lounge

Wraithblade6 said
Mithias frowns."So he wants coffee." He sets his golden eyes on Bob. "I suppose you are the only one who can serve that up. Well, if you think you're gonna live, I'll stick around and keep my mouth shut."

"Humph. Even the God-Killer doesn't wish to face me in my own bar. I'm far more powerful here than I am in the outside world." Bob shoots you a wink, but his eyes have an odd look of glee and resignment, as if he had already proclaimed you dead in his mind, and was somehow looking forward to it. Bob was a creature of fickle interests, and your death, provided it was amusing, would be something to look forward to indeed.

The portal flickers, and a sudden chill goes through the room. A foot breaks the surface of the vortex, and a tall man steps through. He's clad in a long white lab coat, his trousers long and black. His hands and face are covered in stitches, his coat tattered at the edges. His hair is matted and light grey, peperred with white, his skin is an unhealthy pale color. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of reflective glasses, the light shining off the lenses. However, the most fearsome aspect of his form is the grin on his face. A smile of pure sadism, the smile of a psychopath about to rip a baby's head off. A smile that would send any sane man fleeing.
The man emits an aura of fear, simply standing in his presence you can feel ever nerve in your body screaming at you to run, while simultaneously your muscles stiffen up, preventing you from moving. The shadows flicker, but when you look at them, they stand still. As you look at the man, he turns, his glasses turning transparent as the light moves off of them. Light grey eyes. The eyes of death, looking straight into your soul. A red glow surrounds him, as you can feel the blood vessels in your arm popping open, the agony building up, and yet you cannot scream. Those eyes stare, as your eyes start bleeding, the blood running down your cheeks. You can feel them stare at your soul, and your soul shrink away in fear of this man.

Then he looks away.....

A scream fills the bar, and it takes you moments to realize it had been you, the pain and terror finally released into an inhuman shriek as your muscles release their paralysis unexpectedly, sending you tumbling in a heap. There are no broken veins, no scars, no blood on your face. The pain is gone, and yet your body tells you it was real, in a fundamental, horrifying way. You feel as if you had just been looked through, and somehow you know for a fact that the man really did stare into your soul. A judgement, perhaps, all your secrets laid bare in that one glance.
The God-Killer strides through the room, his movements inhumanly graceful, like a panther. On the back of his lab coat you can see three large eyes drawn in dried blood, and you ge the feeling they're watching you, hungrily, staring. The man sits, the silence a blanket, unbreakable, as Bob looks on with blood red eyes, and a smile filled with pointed teeth. Your presence seemed to be ignored, as the Lord of Insanity and the Godkiller meet. "Stein. How nice of you to drop by. You know you always scare away my clientel."
"You don't mind, Bob. You're far too interested in the news I bring." The man's voice was deep, and yet smooth, Laced with poison, and yet none of it directed at Bob. Rather, he greets the Lord of Insanity as if they were old friends, with a weary dose of respect. They sit as equals, as Bob serves the God-Killer, Stein, a cup of the drink he gave you before, the liquid suffering of tortured humans. Stein sips it, seeming to savor it.

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MagusDream said
((O-Oh, they were already? I thought that they were in another space. Sorry.))Necrox stood silent, letting the Generators drain his power. At already 50% of his power, but it seemed to be endless at that point. "... Drain as much as you want... but I'll tell you to stop... or everything is going down thanks to you...", he said. Being the Negative Core gave Necrox an kind of ironic destiny. He is the embodiment of all evil that exists in the entirety of the Multiverse. If he dies, not only darkness will disappear, but the Multiverse will be struck by boredom, as the meaning of "evil" will be erased from history.

((Really? You created a character that will eliminate all evil when killed? You do realize the moment this becomes known every single good guy in the entire multiverse is going to roflstomp your ass, right? You'd be dead nearly instantly, as all the Primes, Drac, Doctor Who, the Jedi, and every other badass good guy will be turning his face into swiss cheese.))
"Everything going down?" Mia smiles, as she leans forward, her claws extending, as the Plague Blade is teleported back to the armory. Her smile is that of a killer standing over her victim, her eyes wild, as she reachs out, her claws extending and twisting to grab Necrox's sides, slicing into the flesh beneath. "You know, in a couple of moments a girl with psychic powers is going to be here. Her name's Hope.This time, however, I'm prepard. I won't be doing a thing. You see, when she looks into your mind, the shock'll blow you to pieces too small to regenerate from." Mia grins, and, as if trying to prove a point, Hope's massive presence can be felt approaching.

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Hell's coffee lounge

supertinyking said
The robot puts the orb back, and the only otherone in the pod is tali, who lands in a chair."Sorry, this unit did not know." Legion says. "You stupid geth! Try not to kill us." Tali growls, slightly scared and angry.

It's operated by moving the orbs around. However, this build is for beings with six arms, which would be impractical for beings of your type....." Grugg once more begins blurring, now modifying the controls, as he encases the orbs in a large glass sphere, which is then linked to a special helmet, which is attached to the pilot's chair. He institutes mental controls. While it would take great mental control and skill to maneuver the ship effectively, it would react at the speed of thought, far faster than any human mechanism of levers and machinery.

Hell's coffee lounge

Wraithblade6 said
"God killer? ... It sounds like I don't want to be here when he gets here. Who is he?"

"He is a man of pure evil. Once, he was a warrior for good, fighting a God of Insanity, but he was drven insane in the process. After killing the God, he absorbed it's essence, and travelled from world to world, torturing and killing. He leads civilisations to ruin, and shatters the minds of his foes." Bob smiles grimly. "He is known for his ability to kill even those considered 'immortal'. He is one of the few capable of killing me." Bob seems worried, and based on the power he demonstrated earlier, this is not a good thing. You can see a portal opening on the other side of the room, a purple vortex.

Hell's coffee lounge

Wraithblade6 said
Can't complain. Got a stable job. Need to work off my warcraft gut. I been image hunting to make people avatars. It's actually hard to find just the right image sometimes.

Ah, image hunting. It's a skill. I usually check Deviantart.

Hell's coffee lounge

Wraithblade6 said
Fortunately, nobody we know is in the coffee lounge. Mithias peers over the bar. ...anymore.

((Sorry, got distracted and didn't see your posts.))
Suddenly, you see the entire bar clearing out. Minor Gods and dimensional empire representatives clear out side by side, and the atmosphere feels like an only barely controlled evacuation. You'd almost expect to hear an alarm. You see a God of Destruction throwing a giant robot aside to get to the nearest portal, and Bob stands there, lips pursed. His presence is the only thing preventing an all-out riot. "It seems word has gotten out about our guest today." He looks over to you, raising an eyebrow. "You gonna leave, or you sticking around, boy? Because the God-Killer's coming for his coffee."

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supertinyking said
The group looks in awe. The robot and Tali go around, looking over the upgrades mentally taking notes."Whoa......What energy is this? Looks nothing like the Ezo core that the thing used to run on." Tali says, her fingers moving as if she just wanted to touch it, but knew better. The robot starts to take apart several of the small cores, seeming adapt at the process.

Grugg is far from accepting compliments, instead mentally pointing out the flaws in the design and taking notes on how to improve it. He was ever the scientist, and thus ever improving his creations. While he was capable of creating far more powerful vessels, given the resources he once had access to, his situation had limited him to vessels of this type, seeing as how the most advanced parts he had access to were remains from Matthijs's many bases, and the variety of parts he'd been able to scrounge up over the years. However, when the robot grabs one of the outer orbs to start working on it, it takes some force to pull out of orbit, and once he does this the entire ship tilts radically, turning on it's side. "Put that back! It works based on a gravitron vortex depending on physical location ot bend the force of gravitry into basic in-atmosphere flight, it's highly sensitive and shouldn't be removed from the control sphere!"

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ShadowVentus said
Yup! My thoughts exactly! ^^

Lol XD