Eternal_0bserver
(Unverified Bookworm)
- Location
- Earth, Northern Europe
[X] Walk away. Deal with Willie's crab problem. You can teleport to some remote corner of Potentia using the SSS Club's 'port array later.
Big Fish, Big Pond
- Thread starter SlugSLinger
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SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
Caligo doesn't have that sort of control yet. She's simply got too much magic to do anything below upper-tier Medium-grade spells, and force choking someone is a mid-tier Medium-grade spell at best. She can nuke things just fine, though.
Not if your name isn't Mellow Proudmoore, and even then he still has to get his hands on them and focus hard enough that he won't be able to fight off anyone who tries to intervene.
NinetyNineLies
Memento Vivere
- Location
- Dreamland
- Pronouns
- Any
Is it possible for us to "accidentally" wreck a god's home just before we wreck this kid, or is that way too high-end?
SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
Too high-end. You'd need a lot more Feat Points before you can wreck afterlives before dunking on an idiot.
Warmach1ne32
Machine of War and Quests
- Location
- Indonesia
How about cranking the gravity in that particular spot to back breaking levels? Also what are our usual "And F that thing in particular spell"?
- Location
- Ostren
[X] Walk away. Deal with Willie's crab problem. You can teleport to some remote corner of Potentia using the SSS Club's 'port array later.
we are a big girl, right?
we are a big girl, right?
SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
Gravity manipulation of any kind is an Ultimate-grade spell. You don't screw around with one of the four fundamental forces of the universe for some as mundane as a force choke when sufficiently good magic control can achieve the same effect.
Cali's go-to nuke spells are:
- Magic Nuke Missile: Literally just a magic missile supersized to explode with 1-5 megatons of force upon contact. Makes the same effects of a nuclear detonation sans radiation. Can be guided to a target, but only one at a time.
- Magic Bolt Hurricane: Literally makes a cloud of magic bolts (each bolt is equal to a .50 caliber round) inside a rain cloud, and rains them over whatever's under it. Can be guided onto a specific target.
- Mana Tsunami: Casts a gigantic (taller than some skyscrapers) wave of mana that does everything a normal tsunami would.
- Annihilation Pillar: A laser beam as wide as an adult person that's hot enough to melt a hole through a mountain. Cali can only fire one of these at a time, though.
- Extinction Pillar: Essentially a wider but less hot Annihilation Pillar; wide enough to engulf 5-8 city blocks, but not hot enough to do much to reinforced bunkers or people with enchanted shielding/protection.
- Force of Nature: Literally just triggers a natural disaster on a specific region by infusing enough mana into the environment and then directing that mana into a desired effect (tsunamis, earthquakes, fire tornadoes, etc). Of course, some disasters can't happen in regions where such things can't feasibly happen.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Uh, Cali, you are supposed to say "and that would be wrong"? Because blowing people up or having them end up as collateral damage is bad in itself, not because Headmaster will get on your case.
[x] Walk away. Deal with Willie's crab problem. You can teleport to some remote corner of Potentia using the SSS Club's 'port array later.
Okay, Mel, he is your problem unless you want to make him our problem, in which case it will still become your problem, only worse.
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SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
...Yeah, I'm an idiot. Should've added that in too and not just the consequences of letting collateral damage. Thanks for that and catching those typos.
- Location
- PA
[X] Walk away. Deal with Willie's crab problem. You can teleport to some remote corner of Potentia using the SSS Club's 'port array later.
-[X]"I've already agreed to help the SSS club with a Surgeon crab nest. You can claim the title of strongest at the academy off my forfeit, if you like."
Be diplomatic. And if this guy want to run around fighting the battles Caligo normally fights he can die doing that.
-[X]"I've already agreed to help the SSS club with a Surgeon crab nest. You can claim the title of strongest at the academy off my forfeit, if you like."
Be diplomatic. And if this guy want to run around fighting the battles Caligo normally fights he can die doing that.
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
- Location
- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] Walk away. Deal with Willie's crab problem. You can teleport to some remote corner of Potentia using the SSS Club's 'port array later.
this dude's beneath us.
should this be 'skyshatterer' or something similar?
this dude's beneath us.
should this be 'skyshatterer' or something similar?
UNKNOWN01
Nobody knows me... I feel lonely!
- Location
- Nowhere
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Walk away. Deal with Willie's crab problem. You can teleport to some remote corner of Potentia using the SSS Club's 'port array later.
Against my biggest wishes, we should walk away; Doing this kind of stuff isn't known to end well.
Against my biggest wishes, we should walk away; Doing this kind of stuff isn't known to end well.
Dauan Tienar
To the endless horizon
- Location
- Victoria
[X] Walk away. Deal with Willie's crab problem. You can teleport to some remote corner of Potentia using the SSS Club's 'port array later.
SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
Locking votes; walking away like the responsible adult to focus on the important things wins. Update in the works.
Also, I've updated the lore/info page with some extra stuff.
SSS Club Job: Surgeon Crab Extermination 3
SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
Winning Vote:
[] Walk away. Deal with Willie's crab problem. You can teleport to some remote corner of Potentia using the SSS Club's 'port array later.
You are tempted.
The word is on the tip of your tongue. All it would take is just one breath, one twitch of your facial muscles, and you would put this son of a bitch in his place. Heck, you wouldn't even need to say anything; you could just fly at him, grab his shirt, pull him along with you, and throw him into the arena as a show of your acceptance because you knew better than to sling spells outside of a training arena or a sufficiently reinforced location.
The anger and indignation roils at you, demanding you just blast that arrogance from his face with one good high-grade spell. That you show him why you deserved the title you had and how foolish he was to think he could come anywhere close to your level.
But you restrain yourself.
Even as you grind your teeth together hard enough to be audible. Even as your magic roils off your frame as wisps of pink smoke and an ominous pink glow. Even as your fists begin to bleed with how hard you dig your nails into your palms. Even as angry tears start to prick at your eyes.
Because, no matter how easy it would be or how right you are to punish this imbecile, you knew better.
Your power is great. But so is the responsibility that comes with it. You had to be careful with the strength you wielded, lest you take lives that weren't meant to be taken or damage things that could never be repaired. You made that mistake once, even if in self-defense, and dozens of innocent lives were lost. It had cost you twenty years of separation from your loved ones in Marbelle and gods know what sort of treatment they had to endure from their neighbours. You didn't want to repeat that mistake again, and risk losing everything heaven had deigned to bless you with here and now.
So you suck in a deep breath, spin on your heel and walk away.
You ignore Merchand's indignant demands for you to come back, the insults and slurs he hurls at your back. You similarly ignore the sudden appearance of the Headmaster's presence alongside Jacques and Melissa, as well as the forms of the Academy Enforcers rushing into the courtyard. Some of them stop and stare at you as you march past, but don't stop dare to stop you when the StuCo President runs into view and tells them to leave you alone.
You march to where Mad Willie is, shoot him the most brittle smile you could muster when he sees your soaked state and rushes over to fuss over you. But you don't say anything, can't say anything, lest your assurances turn into angry screams and laser beams.
Instead, you go to the outlet where the crab infestation is, clear it with one good high-grade laser beam, and collect the few surviving crustaceans left for the custodian to make his goulash out of. Then you give him a hug despite his worried look before flying to the SSS club room in a streak of pink.
You bust open the doors and march to the teleportation array hidden behind a false wall and reinforced metal door, both of which you slag with a swipe of your hand and a quick high-grade fire spell.
You breeze through the command room, dump your jacket on the bench in the changing room, and key in a random location at the array's terminal before a flash of light engulfs your vision, and you're transported to some random wasteland in some random corner of the planet. Here, the moon is in the sky; a different timezone that you're too angry to think about. A quick look around and a pulse of your magic confirms that the only sources of complex life for miles are animals and lesser invertebrates that scurry for cover in the face of your barely leashed anger.
With a deep breath, you unleash your magic, and howl your fury into the sky as you hurl a nuke into the horizon.
Tyriel Steelheart had seen many things in time he's spent as a member of the Special Student Services Club.
He has dived deep into shark infested waters to retrieve a phone that slipped through loose fingers. Battled Greater Demons in frozen tundras and hurled them back into the depths of Hell with his bare fists. Fended off Elf assassins and Orc direwolf riders atop a bullet train in-transit to Lunabreck from the Exellan Republic. Played wingman to smitten boys and girls so they could get with their crushes. Carried princesses in his arms as Jacques dueled an Ancient Dragon within a ruined castle.
But this is perhaps the first time he's seen Caligo Heitinga so angry.
"Goddamn, look at her go." Mellow whistles.
Indeed, the Beastwoman is a sight to see as she hurls magic missiles from her hands that detonate with enough force to rival nuclear warheads. She sears trenches into the earth with bright beams of magic that Tyriel knows are hot enough to hollow mountains and sublimate demons in an instant. She unleashes destruction on a scale only the half-breed could match, and even then it wouldn't be for very long.
Nothing less from the strongest member of the SSS Club.
"This is ridiculous." Melissa breathes from her place in front of a holographic screen. "The amount of magic Caligo's throwing can overload the Aether Reactors on the Nimbus. She's literally throwing enough nukes to wipe out the combined military forces stationed at the Iron Boundary." she exhales, a little hysteric. "Just how powerful is she?!"
"When I mentioned she is Merlin Reborn, I was not joking." the Headmaster sighs. "Thankfully, she was calm enough to not maim the Merchand son in her anger. The diplomatic nightmare that could have caused makes me shudder."
"What happens to that dickwad now?" Jacques asks. "Merchand, I mean."
"Suspension at best, expulsion at worst." Deputy Headmistress Sylvia says, voice tight. "His father has enough connections with the Lunabreckian government to keep his son enrolled in the Academy, but the Headmaster has connections of his own." she sighs. "Now it's a matter of who can afford to pull the most strings first."
"Bastard was lucky Amy got between me and him when she did." Jacques spits. "I'd have taken expulsion if it meant teaching him a lesson."
"Mister Sinclaire, I understand your feelings but there is a line between punishment and excessive harm." the Headmaster tuts.
"Didn't stop him from making Cali cry like that." the Gallian snarls.
"Easy dude. None of that here." Mellow squeezes his shoulder. "What's done is done. All we can do now is pick up the pieces."
Tyriel winces as a lapse of judgement on Caligo's end has her flying into a rock outcropping, but she rolls to her feet and looses another beam at the rocks responsible before flying up and nuking them for good measure.
"Anything on the news yet?" the half-breed asks Melissa.
"I'm doing what I can to suppress it, but some scattered reports are still coming through. But with how remote that location is it will take anyone a while to get there to check, and by then the mushroom clouds will have dispersed." the blonde frowns. "But the magic signatures from such big booms will linger and if they manage to bring in sensor spells…"
"I'll take care of it." Mellow grunts. "And just in time, too."
Through the scrying spell, the SSS Club and its onlookers behold the Ebon Demon slow to a stop atop a raised rocky outcrop of what used to be a cliff.
You heave deep breaths, aching all over and a little cold from the night chill.
Around you lay destruction. Craters the size of small lakes and trenches several meters deep glow a vibrant orange in the dark, casting some small amount of light in the darkness around you. A look at the sky reveals a lack of clouds, granting you a look at a half moon over a vast expanse of stars.
You wipe away the last of the tears and bury your face in your hands.
All this because some freshie son of a bitch was too arrogant to accept a simple truth? You can't stop the miserable sigh from leaving your lips. How pathetic that Merlin Reborn would destroy some hapless scenery out of petty rage.
"Way to go Cali." you can't help but whisper tiredly to yourself.
Your senses pick up a flash of magic, teleportation. You turn and see the SSS Club not far from where you sit. They scatter, likely to erase the traces of what you've done here. But one of them approaches you. It's--
[] Mellow, hauling a duffle bag and a box of takeout with him.
[] Jacques, a first aid kit and some snacks in his arms.
[] Tyriel, with another box of chocolates and gripping a phone
[] Melissa, REX at her feet and worry writ on her features.
[] The Headmaster, a plate of cookies and warm mug in hand.
[] Deputy Headmistress Sylvia, tome and comb floating after her.
[] Walk away. Deal with Willie's crab problem. You can teleport to some remote corner of Potentia using the SSS Club's 'port array later.
-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-
You are tempted.
The word is on the tip of your tongue. All it would take is just one breath, one twitch of your facial muscles, and you would put this son of a bitch in his place. Heck, you wouldn't even need to say anything; you could just fly at him, grab his shirt, pull him along with you, and throw him into the arena as a show of your acceptance because you knew better than to sling spells outside of a training arena or a sufficiently reinforced location.
The anger and indignation roils at you, demanding you just blast that arrogance from his face with one good high-grade spell. That you show him why you deserved the title you had and how foolish he was to think he could come anywhere close to your level.
But you restrain yourself.
Even as you grind your teeth together hard enough to be audible. Even as your magic roils off your frame as wisps of pink smoke and an ominous pink glow. Even as your fists begin to bleed with how hard you dig your nails into your palms. Even as angry tears start to prick at your eyes.
Because, no matter how easy it would be or how right you are to punish this imbecile, you knew better.
Your power is great. But so is the responsibility that comes with it. You had to be careful with the strength you wielded, lest you take lives that weren't meant to be taken or damage things that could never be repaired. You made that mistake once, even if in self-defense, and dozens of innocent lives were lost. It had cost you twenty years of separation from your loved ones in Marbelle and gods know what sort of treatment they had to endure from their neighbours. You didn't want to repeat that mistake again, and risk losing everything heaven had deigned to bless you with here and now.
So you suck in a deep breath, spin on your heel and walk away.
You ignore Merchand's indignant demands for you to come back, the insults and slurs he hurls at your back. You similarly ignore the sudden appearance of the Headmaster's presence alongside Jacques and Melissa, as well as the forms of the Academy Enforcers rushing into the courtyard. Some of them stop and stare at you as you march past, but don't stop dare to stop you when the StuCo President runs into view and tells them to leave you alone.
You march to where Mad Willie is, shoot him the most brittle smile you could muster when he sees your soaked state and rushes over to fuss over you. But you don't say anything, can't say anything, lest your assurances turn into angry screams and laser beams.
Instead, you go to the outlet where the crab infestation is, clear it with one good high-grade laser beam, and collect the few surviving crustaceans left for the custodian to make his goulash out of. Then you give him a hug despite his worried look before flying to the SSS club room in a streak of pink.
You bust open the doors and march to the teleportation array hidden behind a false wall and reinforced metal door, both of which you slag with a swipe of your hand and a quick high-grade fire spell.
You breeze through the command room, dump your jacket on the bench in the changing room, and key in a random location at the array's terminal before a flash of light engulfs your vision, and you're transported to some random wasteland in some random corner of the planet. Here, the moon is in the sky; a different timezone that you're too angry to think about. A quick look around and a pulse of your magic confirms that the only sources of complex life for miles are animals and lesser invertebrates that scurry for cover in the face of your barely leashed anger.
With a deep breath, you unleash your magic, and howl your fury into the sky as you hurl a nuke into the horizon.
-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-
Tyriel Steelheart had seen many things in time he's spent as a member of the Special Student Services Club.
He has dived deep into shark infested waters to retrieve a phone that slipped through loose fingers. Battled Greater Demons in frozen tundras and hurled them back into the depths of Hell with his bare fists. Fended off Elf assassins and Orc direwolf riders atop a bullet train in-transit to Lunabreck from the Exellan Republic. Played wingman to smitten boys and girls so they could get with their crushes. Carried princesses in his arms as Jacques dueled an Ancient Dragon within a ruined castle.
But this is perhaps the first time he's seen Caligo Heitinga so angry.
"Goddamn, look at her go." Mellow whistles.
Indeed, the Beastwoman is a sight to see as she hurls magic missiles from her hands that detonate with enough force to rival nuclear warheads. She sears trenches into the earth with bright beams of magic that Tyriel knows are hot enough to hollow mountains and sublimate demons in an instant. She unleashes destruction on a scale only the half-breed could match, and even then it wouldn't be for very long.
Nothing less from the strongest member of the SSS Club.
"This is ridiculous." Melissa breathes from her place in front of a holographic screen. "The amount of magic Caligo's throwing can overload the Aether Reactors on the Nimbus. She's literally throwing enough nukes to wipe out the combined military forces stationed at the Iron Boundary." she exhales, a little hysteric. "Just how powerful is she?!"
"When I mentioned she is Merlin Reborn, I was not joking." the Headmaster sighs. "Thankfully, she was calm enough to not maim the Merchand son in her anger. The diplomatic nightmare that could have caused makes me shudder."
"What happens to that dickwad now?" Jacques asks. "Merchand, I mean."
"Suspension at best, expulsion at worst." Deputy Headmistress Sylvia says, voice tight. "His father has enough connections with the Lunabreckian government to keep his son enrolled in the Academy, but the Headmaster has connections of his own." she sighs. "Now it's a matter of who can afford to pull the most strings first."
"Bastard was lucky Amy got between me and him when she did." Jacques spits. "I'd have taken expulsion if it meant teaching him a lesson."
"Mister Sinclaire, I understand your feelings but there is a line between punishment and excessive harm." the Headmaster tuts.
"Didn't stop him from making Cali cry like that." the Gallian snarls.
"Easy dude. None of that here." Mellow squeezes his shoulder. "What's done is done. All we can do now is pick up the pieces."
Tyriel winces as a lapse of judgement on Caligo's end has her flying into a rock outcropping, but she rolls to her feet and looses another beam at the rocks responsible before flying up and nuking them for good measure.
"Anything on the news yet?" the half-breed asks Melissa.
"I'm doing what I can to suppress it, but some scattered reports are still coming through. But with how remote that location is it will take anyone a while to get there to check, and by then the mushroom clouds will have dispersed." the blonde frowns. "But the magic signatures from such big booms will linger and if they manage to bring in sensor spells…"
"I'll take care of it." Mellow grunts. "And just in time, too."
Through the scrying spell, the SSS Club and its onlookers behold the Ebon Demon slow to a stop atop a raised rocky outcrop of what used to be a cliff.
-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-
You heave deep breaths, aching all over and a little cold from the night chill.
Around you lay destruction. Craters the size of small lakes and trenches several meters deep glow a vibrant orange in the dark, casting some small amount of light in the darkness around you. A look at the sky reveals a lack of clouds, granting you a look at a half moon over a vast expanse of stars.
You wipe away the last of the tears and bury your face in your hands.
All this because some freshie son of a bitch was too arrogant to accept a simple truth? You can't stop the miserable sigh from leaving your lips. How pathetic that Merlin Reborn would destroy some hapless scenery out of petty rage.
"Way to go Cali." you can't help but whisper tiredly to yourself.
Your senses pick up a flash of magic, teleportation. You turn and see the SSS Club not far from where you sit. They scatter, likely to erase the traces of what you've done here. But one of them approaches you. It's--
[] Mellow, hauling a duffle bag and a box of takeout with him.
[] Jacques, a first aid kit and some snacks in his arms.
[] Tyriel, with another box of chocolates and gripping a phone
[] Melissa, REX at her feet and worry writ on her features.
[] The Headmaster, a plate of cookies and warm mug in hand.
[] Deputy Headmistress Sylvia, tome and comb floating after her.
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Eternal_0bserver
(Unverified Bookworm)
- Location
- Earth, Northern Europe
[X] Melissa, REX at her feet and worry writ on her features.
NinetyNineLies
Memento Vivere
- Location
- Dreamland
- Pronouns
- Any
[X] The Headmaster, a plate of cookies and warm mug in hand.
Cookies!
Cookies!
SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
Sachi's still in Lunaria. Caligo teleported out of the country to let loose. There's no way MG Black Templar would be able to sense Cali's nukes from half a world away, and she won't be able to get there anyway because she doesn't have a teleportation spell of her own.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Tyriel, with another box of chocolates and gripping a phone
- Location
- Czech Republic
[X] The Headmaster, a plate of cookies and warm mug in hand.