All Fun and Games Until Ebby Takes an Interest
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
[X]Join Battle
-[X]While Screaming
You raise your staff, forcing down the need to scream at the presence of the surprise Yozi. "How did you sneak up on us?"
Fuck you, that's how.
Well you're not going to get a better answer than that. Sky is already up, sword drawn. Shell has her beamklaive at ready. Ligier steps between the Dragon's line of sight and Ruvelia, and the Dragon's eyes wander over towards the Green Sun. You raise your voice- a Yozi could probably see through the bracelet and that would be bad.
"What do you want?"
The yellow eyes of the Ultimate Darkness turn back to you with a giggle. You hear a faint scream, and one of the Dragon's hands comes back into view, depositing a skewered first circle demon into his maw.
What do I want? My face tattooed inside the eyelid of every newborn child, so my smiling visage is the first and last thing they ever see. But as for what I want now?
He leans in. Miles long whiskers of shadow wave in the air.
I want you to bring out the crippled retard.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
"Who?"
Darling, I invented lying. Do you really think you can play innocent with me?
"He's got you there," Ray says with a shrug.
You sigh. "Alright. How do you know?"
The shadowed mouth parts, exposing smiling, yellow, rotted teeth.
Other than Isidoros lacking an indoor voice? Because an Infernal who's learned my charms slammed that fat fuck head first into Florivet's ship and sent out a prayer. So bring. Him. Out.
His eyes are on you. Good. You put distance between yourself and Ligier. Distance between yourself and the others. "You know what Malfeas will do if he sees that Autochthon is in Malfeas."
It's the sort of amazing satisfaction I haven't had since I watched the Primordials geass the Incarnae. And the best part? I barely have to do anything.
"Fair enough." You shrug, reaching for your bracelet. "Anyway. One question. This is the second time I've been to Hell in the past few months and the second time you've shown up. Is it because I'm a redhead? Because I'm the grand daughter of the Empress?"
The Ebon Dragon spears another first circle demon and pops the screaming neomah in his mouth, before buffing his talon.
Honestly, the relationship to your grandmother is a turn on, but I'd have to have your mother involved. And all of your sisters. Your husband would come to. He'd keep me lubricated-
Then Sky swings, channeling essence and mastery into Stone Splitter. The light becomes a wave, becomes a greater sword, becomes a mountain cleaving strike. All of you clear your eyes, and the light clears to the sounds of Ligier's approving clapping.
You look up. The hand is still there, save for the top of the finger. The rest of the serpent is there. But everything above the neck of the Ebon Dragon is gone, vaporized by the sheer force of Sky's blow.
"Did you just one-pump the Ebon Dragon?" Ray asks.
"Yeah," Sky says, and sheathes his sword. "No one talks about my girl like that."
"Excellent blow," Ligier says with a bow, "I approve of the motive, if not the timing."
Sky nods, hand on the hilt. Then there is the gurgling, like wet meat above. You watch as the shadows gather, and the tendrils of oil and black rise from the neck, forming into the frame and filling with the ill intent. It fills up like an oil can, first a solid silhouette, then definition.
As it solidifies, the jaw works and the neck stretches, and the eyes of the Ebon Dragon peer down directly at you.
You. Little. Shit stained. Self righteous. Meatsacks.
The talons grip the sides of the townhouse. The brass tears and the walls are gone.
I don't usually get my hands bloody, but what we have here is a rare opportunity for me to make an example.
With that, the eyebrows of the dragon burst into green flame. You can tell then that the Dragon is mirroring Ligier. Your staff up, you grip it tightly, thinking of options. Fighting a Yozi? Out of all of them, the Ebon Dragon is probably the one you'd want to fight in an actual battle- it is more to make him run away.
But he is angry. He may know things. And...
"Here's a better idea." You smirk, and pull up the sphere, grabbing both handles. "You wanted me to bring out Autochthon? How's one of his spirits, instead?"
You pull, and you feel the device, the artifact, activate. Old machines deep within churn and twist. Light buried within shines, and something- a tether, long slack, goes taught. So many laws, natural and magical are violated in that snap instant and the artifact rises from your hand.
The handles fold back. The light shines brighter, the plates around it rotating into a not a matrix-
But an eye.
Elsewhere opens around it. Lightning of the nonspace opens in rifts below it, and flowing from it comes artifacts and panoply. Very, very familiar panoply. But brass instead of black. The eye glows blue instead of red. Standing twelve feet tall, it touches two toed feet against the floor of what is now the roof of the townhouse, and looks up.
At that moment, you are rewarded with a sight you will always cherish. A memory which will stay with you for the rest of your days.
The look on the Ebon Dragon's face when he realizes he's fucked up.
Oh no.
"You know each other?" you ask.
"The Serpent entered Nullspace during my imprisonment to poison the mind of the Great Maker. He escaped once. He will not do so again."
The left hand snaps out and ignites into an immense obsidian beamklaive. "Oh hey, introductions all around," you say, gesturing to the Dragon, "Allow me to introduce Traveller. Or, as you probably know her, Viator of Nullspace."
-[X]While Screaming
You raise your staff, forcing down the need to scream at the presence of the surprise Yozi. "How did you sneak up on us?"
Fuck you, that's how.
Well you're not going to get a better answer than that. Sky is already up, sword drawn. Shell has her beamklaive at ready. Ligier steps between the Dragon's line of sight and Ruvelia, and the Dragon's eyes wander over towards the Green Sun. You raise your voice- a Yozi could probably see through the bracelet and that would be bad.
"What do you want?"
The yellow eyes of the Ultimate Darkness turn back to you with a giggle. You hear a faint scream, and one of the Dragon's hands comes back into view, depositing a skewered first circle demon into his maw.
What do I want? My face tattooed inside the eyelid of every newborn child, so my smiling visage is the first and last thing they ever see. But as for what I want now?
He leans in. Miles long whiskers of shadow wave in the air.
I want you to bring out the crippled retard.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
"Who?"
Darling, I invented lying. Do you really think you can play innocent with me?
"He's got you there," Ray says with a shrug.
You sigh. "Alright. How do you know?"
The shadowed mouth parts, exposing smiling, yellow, rotted teeth.
Other than Isidoros lacking an indoor voice? Because an Infernal who's learned my charms slammed that fat fuck head first into Florivet's ship and sent out a prayer. So bring. Him. Out.
His eyes are on you. Good. You put distance between yourself and Ligier. Distance between yourself and the others. "You know what Malfeas will do if he sees that Autochthon is in Malfeas."
It's the sort of amazing satisfaction I haven't had since I watched the Primordials geass the Incarnae. And the best part? I barely have to do anything.
"Fair enough." You shrug, reaching for your bracelet. "Anyway. One question. This is the second time I've been to Hell in the past few months and the second time you've shown up. Is it because I'm a redhead? Because I'm the grand daughter of the Empress?"
The Ebon Dragon spears another first circle demon and pops the screaming neomah in his mouth, before buffing his talon.
Honestly, the relationship to your grandmother is a turn on, but I'd have to have your mother involved. And all of your sisters. Your husband would come to. He'd keep me lubricated-
Then Sky swings, channeling essence and mastery into Stone Splitter. The light becomes a wave, becomes a greater sword, becomes a mountain cleaving strike. All of you clear your eyes, and the light clears to the sounds of Ligier's approving clapping.
You look up. The hand is still there, save for the top of the finger. The rest of the serpent is there. But everything above the neck of the Ebon Dragon is gone, vaporized by the sheer force of Sky's blow.
"Did you just one-pump the Ebon Dragon?" Ray asks.
"Yeah," Sky says, and sheathes his sword. "No one talks about my girl like that."
"Excellent blow," Ligier says with a bow, "I approve of the motive, if not the timing."
Sky nods, hand on the hilt. Then there is the gurgling, like wet meat above. You watch as the shadows gather, and the tendrils of oil and black rise from the neck, forming into the frame and filling with the ill intent. It fills up like an oil can, first a solid silhouette, then definition.
As it solidifies, the jaw works and the neck stretches, and the eyes of the Ebon Dragon peer down directly at you.
You. Little. Shit stained. Self righteous. Meatsacks.
The talons grip the sides of the townhouse. The brass tears and the walls are gone.
I don't usually get my hands bloody, but what we have here is a rare opportunity for me to make an example.
With that, the eyebrows of the dragon burst into green flame. You can tell then that the Dragon is mirroring Ligier. Your staff up, you grip it tightly, thinking of options. Fighting a Yozi? Out of all of them, the Ebon Dragon is probably the one you'd want to fight in an actual battle- it is more to make him run away.
But he is angry. He may know things. And...
"Here's a better idea." You smirk, and pull up the sphere, grabbing both handles. "You wanted me to bring out Autochthon? How's one of his spirits, instead?"
You pull, and you feel the device, the artifact, activate. Old machines deep within churn and twist. Light buried within shines, and something- a tether, long slack, goes taught. So many laws, natural and magical are violated in that snap instant and the artifact rises from your hand.
The handles fold back. The light shines brighter, the plates around it rotating into a not a matrix-
But an eye.
Elsewhere opens around it. Lightning of the nonspace opens in rifts below it, and flowing from it comes artifacts and panoply. Very, very familiar panoply. But brass instead of black. The eye glows blue instead of red. Standing twelve feet tall, it touches two toed feet against the floor of what is now the roof of the townhouse, and looks up.
At that moment, you are rewarded with a sight you will always cherish. A memory which will stay with you for the rest of your days.
The look on the Ebon Dragon's face when he realizes he's fucked up.
Oh no.
"You know each other?" you ask.
"The Serpent entered Nullspace during my imprisonment to poison the mind of the Great Maker. He escaped once. He will not do so again."
The left hand snaps out and ignites into an immense obsidian beamklaive. "Oh hey, introductions all around," you say, gesturing to the Dragon, "Allow me to introduce Traveller. Or, as you probably know her, Viator of Nullspace."
[ ]Help Viator rip the Ebon Dragon a new asshole.
[ ]Guard Ruvelia and your own Autochthon-summoning Bracelet from whatever tricks the Dragon has in play.
[ ]Write in.
[ ]Guard Ruvelia and your own Autochthon-summoning Bracelet from whatever tricks the Dragon has in play.
[ ]Write in.
