Chosen of The Gods

[Zedalb]

Eight voices speak as one.

IN TWO YEARS THOU WHO ART OUR CHAMPION
SHALL WALK UPON THE BASE EARTH ONCE MORE AND CONQUER IN OUR DARK AND UNHOLY NAMES.
UNTIL THEN, GATHER THY BLACK LEGION AND PREPARE
THOU WHO HAS ESCAPED DEATH HIMSELF AND BROUGHT US THE RING OF KING SOLOMON
SHALL BE REWARDED, TAKETH THIS SECOND CROWN OF DARKEST SIN, AND KNOW THE LORD OF GREED SHALL GRANT YOU HIS FAVOR.

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"As you wish, my lords I am honored by your support"


As the connection ends I stand, understand how much work I have to do is simply staggering.


I go to the Gore Priest first.
"What can we do for more spell casters, we are going to be in desperate need of them, like I asked before, what about the souls of cultist, can we stick them in demon bodies?"

I command a group of imps over to me as runners.

"Bring me the greatest swordsmen in the Hell Knights, no more then the best three, and bring me 2 juggernaut demons as well spread the word I am looking for spell casters to serve a special function"

I turn back to the Gore Priest.
"What can you tell me of the weapons and armor of Hell?, I am going to need to be better equipped, but more importantly the whole Black Legion needs to be better equipped"

 

[Camellia]

A boisterous voice echoes like thunder. "So you are scared, it is common to doubt oneself in the beginning."
A voice like crashing tides spoke next "Not all heroes face battle head on, and you need not worry for your Spirit warriors."
The dark and gentle voice speaks again. "My child, fear is nothing to be ashamed of. It is overcoming that fear where heroes are born."

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Diana didn't say anything, but she sat back up and tucked her head into her knees. "Okay then. I'll try. And thank you."

...she was still hungry though. Using the pillar for support, she walked off in search of food. She was pretty sure that there was a cafeteria of some sort in the basement, but she had no money. Well, then she'd better find June.

 

[Drasky]

The armor, you realize quickly, looks like a badass version of Daedric armor from skyrim.

To your surprise, most of them join and turn into some strange Zombie demon thing. Your somewhat disappointed to learn that these things make Imps look competent. Freaking Imps are more competent than these things.

They do as you command and bring more in, oddly enough they find some Cultists as well. The group is noticeably smaller, those robots are going to be a problem. Thankfully you get an actual description this time and know these are Dexter Industries new Rapid Response Drones, made to help police and other emergency services. Why in the Hell they have frickin laser faces is unknown.

Pain fills and blocks out every sense in your body as you feel your very Soul begin to twist and rend itself apart and put itself back together, and then do again and again for what feels like eternity. When the pain finally subsides you see that the Ritual used up all the blood in the room.....also you fell taller and......Powerful.

Spoiler: Ascended Form

Oh....Hell...Yes.

The Divine Howler Monkeys go off to begin their guerrilla warfare while you and Jericho go forward and kill every demon you come across, until you run into four Juggernauts.

Your regular punches send them backward but don't seem to do more than that. Their fists likewise don't do much to your Divine Howler Forms. It looks like your at something of a stalemate. Time to escalate it seems.

Suddenly a massive mechanical foot stomped on the demons, the mech it belongs to being familiar as it was on the news often. Megas was here, which means so was a lot of collateral damage. Your new senses pick up helicopter rotors and as three jets fly over, you know that the military is here as well.

Three hundred and sixty Spartans in all, half of which leave and go to find more survivors. A pillar of blue flame shot up, and from came the guard-dog of the Underworld. The hounds fur was darker than any shadow, it's three heads barked and roared at the world with eyes burning like hellfire. Cerberus has come at your call.

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Nice, lets hope the user of the giant robot is smart and will follow me to the portal.

 

[munchkinomatic]

By all account, Zoey's Tuesday could have went out better.

She has never liked Tuesday, considering it to be the limbo between this weekend and the next. To be fair though, most Tuesdays have less to do with demonic invasions and more with boring schoolwork.

Not that it was something to get worked up over, she is well aware of this world's insanity. Although, Hell could have chosen a better time to invade. She had really enjoyed her movie night with Al until little imp things broke through the walls and collapsed the roof on them.

As she lied there, beneath the rubble and corpses, her hands held on to Al's in a vice grip, begging him to stay with her as she felt his pulses weaken by the second, Zoey believed she had felt what Al had described as 'sadness'. The tears were, almost certainly, genuine.

Then, a man with pidgeon head appeared and planted an odd cresent sword in front of her. He offerred vengance on the demons. He offered her blood. There wasn't a thing in existence then that could pried Zoey off the blade.

The moment her hand touched the hilt, she felt immense power flowed through her, wrapping her into his avatar, Horus' avatar. The Avatar of War, of the Hunt.

Avatar of Vengance.

She spread her new found wings and blasted through debris and into the air, a Khopesh in one hand and a strange spear in the other.

There was not a single soul who bore the full weight of Al's death on their shoulders, but rather demonkind as a whole, and they all will pay.

Great luck indeed, for a big ass demon, perhaps their commander, was in her sight.

Blood for her love, or death. Good choices either way.

A toothy grin splitted her face and, without a moment's hesitation, she descended upon it, spear outstreched to skewer its infernal heart.

"EAT DICK, MOTHERFUCKER!!"

Offhandedly, Zoey made a mental note to improve her battle cry should she ever survive.

 

[ShieldCrown]

By all account, Zoey's Tuesday could have went out better.

She has never liked Tuesday, considering it to be the limbo between this weekend and the next. To be fair though, most Tuesdays have less to do with demonic invasions and more with boring schoolwork.

Not that it was something to get worked up over, she is well aware of this world's insanity. Although, Hell could have chosen a better time to invade. She had really enjoyed her movie night with Al until little imp things broke through the walls and collapsed the roof on them.

As she lied there, beneath the rubble and corpses, her hands held on to Al's in a vice grip, begging him to stay with her as she felt his pulses weaken by the second, Zoey believed she had felt what Al had described as 'sadness'. The tears were, almost certainly, genuine.

Then, a man with pidgeon head appeared and planted an odd cresent sword in front of her. He offerred vengance on the demons. He offered her blood. There wasn't a thing in existence then that could pried Zoey off the blade.

The moment her hand touched the hilt, she felt immense power flowed through her, wrapping her into his avatar, Horus' avatar. The Avatar of War, of the Hunt.

Avatar of Vengance.

She spread her new found wings and blasted through debris and into the air, a Khopesh in one hand and a strange spear in the other.

There was not a single soul who bore the full weight of Al's death on their shoulders, but rather demonkind as a whole, and they all will pay.

Great luck indeed, for a big ass demon, perhaps their commander, was in her sight.

Blood for her love, or death. Good choices either way.

A toothy grin splitted her face and, without a moment's hesitation, she descended upon it, spear outstreched to skewer its infernal heart.

"EAT DICK, MOTHERFUCKER!!"

Offhandedly, Zoey made a mental note to improve her battle cry should she ever survive.

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"What the?!" The Fallen Angel dodges but is nicked on his left wing. "You human mongrel, you dare lay a hand on me?! I'll reduce you to dust, die!" while your attack disrupted his concentration enough to cancel the giant ball of death. You now have his attention. Forging a spear of corrupted light, Azazel launches himself at you.

Nice, lets hope the user of the giant robot is smart and will follow me to the portal.

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You look up and find that the portal and the Empire State Building had vanished, and that a giant bird man was fighting a Fallen Angel above the city.

A Howler comes up to you and informs you that the demons are in full retreat with few exceptions.

Diana didn't say anything, but she sat back up and tucked her head into her knees. "Okay then. I'll try. And thank you."

...she was still hungry though. Using the pillar for support, she walked off in search of food. She was pretty sure that there was a cafeteria of some sort in the basement, but she had no money. Well, then she'd better find June.

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You find a pizza and chow down with your cousin as you feel Achilles "tell" you that the demons have been dealt with and that General Skarr is just unconscious and has both his legs broken.

"What can we do for more spell casters, we are going to be in desperate need of them, like I asked before, what about the souls of cultist, can we stick them in demon bodies?"

I command a group of imps over to me as runners.

"Bring me the greatest swordsmen in the Hell Knights, no more then the best three, and bring me 2 juggernaut demons as well spread the word I am looking for spell casters to serve a special function"

I turn back to the Gore Priest.
"What can you tell me of the weapons and armor of Hell?, I am going to need to be better equipped, but more importantly the whole Black Legion needs to be better equipped"

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"The Priests of the Blood Temple and the Vile Magi of the Dark Citadel would be fitting additions to your army my Lord."

the demons are gathered before you.

"The Weapons of the Burning Hells are forged commonly of Aybssal Steel or daemonbone, both have a corrosive nature to themselves."

I grunt in pain... and hurl the demon at the bolts source, falling back to stand besides Silverhand.

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The slaughter demon crushes the Archon beneath it's weight, killing it in an undignified manner.

Chris stared at the incoming attacks, his mind raced as he thought of a way to get out of this. He could manage to somewhat block the blade of the knight-like monster but the approaching blast of demonic energy...The mere power behind that rushing bolt of energy was enough to make him break out in cold sweat...As the moment before both of them ready to finish him off...

Something within him flipped on. His consciousness became dime as the pain ruptured through his body. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see his hair had turned snow-white. Soon, his vision turned completely red, probably the blood started flowing out his eye-sockets, dyeing his pupil a deep red. The heat his body giving off melted the asphalt road...And he let out a bestial roar, loud enough to shake the air of the whole area.

His sword seemed to turn blood red at the heat his body gave out. At a deep corner of his mind, he registered the change as the famed Warp Spasm or at least a degraded version of it, and he was sorted of relief as his body didn't completely turn into the monstrosity that the original Cu Chulainn had once done.

Glaring at the incoming attacks, Chris dashed forward, his hand swung his sword horizontally, meeting the attack head-on. No strategy, no tactics, no techniques, just simply brute force powered by an uncontrollable rage seeking to rip apart all enemies in front of him...

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The bolt of vile magic is cleaved and disbursed, but your not done. With blade in hand and fueled by a berserker rage that empowers ever step and every strike,you butcher the Hell Knights and Slaughter Demon into an unrecognizable stain on the ground.

The Warp Spasm abruptly ends and you feel exhausted.
Hp: 9
MP:0

 

[munchkinomatic]

"What the?!" The Fallen Angel dodges but is nicked on his left wing. "You human mongrel, you dare lay a hand on me?! I'll reduce you to dust, die!" while your attack disrupted his concentration enough to cancel the giant ball of death. You now have his attention. Forging a spear of corrupted light, Azazel launches himself at you.

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Zoey cawed, twisting her body to the side to avoid the blazing spear. Her own spear lashed out in a wide arc, seeking the demon's thigh.

 

[ShieldCrown]

Zoey cawed, twisting her body to the side to avoid the blazing spear. Her own spear lashed out in a wide arc, seeking the demon's thigh.

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The spear of Anhur struck true, opening a deep gash in Azazel's leg. The venom and the heavy bleeding was slowing the Fallen Angel down. "No, NO! I AM AZAZEL ONE OF THE ORIGINAL FALLEN ANGELS WHO REBELLED AGAINST GOD AND HEAVEN, I WILL NOT FALL TO SOME DAMN HUMAN!" He was starting to panic and launched a volley of spears and energy blasts.

 

[munchkinomatic]

Zoey laughed as she charged again, this time straight through the barrage with her own wings taking the brunt of the assault.

She emerged on the other side, wings in tatter and body bleeding from a dozen cuts and burns. The pain fueled her own frenzy as she brought her Khopesh down on his shoulder.

 

[Drasky]

Then the next move is obvious Josh thinks as he throws himself straight onto the Fallen Angel, knowing his brother is straight behind him.

 

[Sailor Midgard]

Zoey laughed as she charged again, this time straight through the barrage with her own wings taking the brunt of the assault.

She emerged on the other side, wings in tatter and body bleeding from a dozen cuts and burns. The pain fueled her own frenzy as she brought her Khopesh down on his shoulder.

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I take the form of a giant eagle and swoop in ,crying harshly...
Well, Azazel,let us see if you like talons that come with Thors strength attached and a beak to your wings...

 

[Trung-t-rung]

The bolt of vile magic is cleaved and disbursed, but your not done. With blade in hand and fueled by a berserker rage that empowers ever step and every strike,you butcher the Hell Knights and Slaughter Demon into an unrecognizable stain on the ground.

The Warp Spasm abruptly ends and you feel exhausted.
Hp: 9
MP:0

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The first thing registered in Chris's eyes when his Warp Spasm was over was the mangled corpse of the demons before him. And then the fatigue hit him at full force, almost knocked the wind out of him.

Took a knee down on the ground and using the sword as the crutch, he let out shallow breaths as sweats covered his body. And the pain...He felt like someone just boiled him alive then threw him into a lake during winter, and then force him to run several laps at the school track. In short, it was incredibly painful and exhausting.

He got barely enough strength to not just faint right there.

"Is...it...over yet?"

 

[ShieldCrown]

Zoey laughed as she charged again, this time straight through the barrage with her own wings taking the brunt of the assault.

She emerged on the other side, wings in tatter and body bleeding from a dozen cuts and burns. The pain fueled her own frenzy as she brought her Khopesh down on his shoulder.

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Than the next move is obvious Josh thinks as he throws himself straight onto the Fallen Angel, he knows his brother is straight behind him.

Click to shrink...

I take the form of a giant eagle and swoop in ,crying harshly...
Well, Azazel,let us see if you like talons that come with Thors strength attached and a beak to your wings...

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The Chosen of the Mayan, Norse, and Egyptian Pantheons struck as one against the Fallen Angel, talons and fists, and a poisoned blade of vengeance all strike with one single purpose. It was too much for Azazel to bare, but if he would die here then these mortals with him! An explosion of unholy light blasts all of you to the ground, reverting the transformed back into human form and obliterating nine city blocks.

Joshua
Hp: 5
Mp: 2
Jericho
Hp: 6
Mp: 0
Lara
Hp: 4
Mp: 1
Zoey
Hp: 2
Mp: 0

The first thing registered in Chris's eyes when his Warp Spasm was over was the mangled corpse of the demons before him. And then the fatigue hit him at full force, almost knocked the wind out of him.

Took a knee down on the ground and using the sword as the crutch, he let out shallow breaths as sweats covered his body. And the pain...He felt like someone just boiled him alive then threw him into a lake during winter, and then force him to run several laps at the school track. In short, it was incredibly painful and exhausting.

He got barely enough strength to not just faint right there.

"Is...it...over yet?"

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An explosion of light and the death of Azazel plays out above you.

"Yes, it would appear the only remaining leader for the demons has been slain." Said Jack.
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EVENT COMPLETE

LEVEL UP!

+2 stat points for all Chosen.

 

[Sailor Midgard]

The Chosen of the Mayan, Norse, and Egyptian Pantheons struck as one against the Fallen Angel, talons and fists, and a poisoned blade of vengeance all strike with one single purpose. It was too much for Azazel to bare, but if he would die here then these mortals with him! An explosion of unholy light blasts all of you to the ground, reverting the transformed back into human form and obliterating nine city blocks.

Joshua
Hp: 5
Mp: 2
Jericho
Hp: 6
Mp: 0
Ingeel (?)
Hp: 4
Mp: 1
Zoey
Hp: 2
Mp: 0


An explosion of light and the death of Azazel plays out above you.

"Yes, it would appear the only remaining leader for the demons has been slain." Said Jack.
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EVENT COMPLETE

LEVEL UP!

+2 stat points for all Chosen.

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I look up and grin while blood is running down my face.
"And so perishes an Enemy of Midgard.Great work, all of you..."

ooc:my girl is called Lara.

 

[Iscaren]

The Chosen of the Mayan, Norse, and Egyptian Pantheons struck as one against the Fallen Angel, talons and fists, and a poisoned blade of vengeance all strike with one single purpose. It was too much for Azazel to bare, but if he would die here then these mortals with him! An explosion of unholy light blasts all of you to the ground, reverting the transformed back into human form and obliterating nine city blocks.

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Sitting on the edge of a tall building the young man watched the fight between the Young Chosen and the Fallen Angel, 'Oh poor Azazel, look at how far you have fallen, first you lost the war and then you were cast down to Hell, I can still see you are still Hells lap dog and now you have been beaten by mere children and failed to even kill them with your last attack, oh how you have fallen.'

 

[Zedalb]

"The Priests of the Blood Temple and the Vile Magi of the Dark Citadel would be fitting additions to your army my Lord."

the demons are gathered before you.

"The Weapons of the Burning Hells are forged commonly of Aybssal Steel or daemonbone, both have a corrosive nature to themselves."

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"How would you recommend I get those priest and Magi to join my Black Legion?"

I look to the three Hell knights. "You three are going to be teaching me sword play, The Lords of Sin gave me Power, but you will give me skill, we will start almost immediately, I have two years and I need to be ready"

I turn to the Juggernauts. "You two will be my Body Guards, we will be seeking to make you stronger and equip you in some useful gear you will train with me and be at my side always, I watched a man kill ten lancers with a single strike, I will not make the same mistake of letting the weak serve me so directly once again"

"Would armor of this Abyssal Steel, bathed in blood, serve me better then the corrupted human armor I wear now? Would it make a better blade then my blood sword?"

 

[Drasky]

Sitting on the ledge of a building Joshua Looks at the damage done to the city.

Before long the shape of his twin sits right next to him.

"So..."

"So?"

"That was fun, right."

"Eh."

"Even if there was massive colleteral damage and lot of people died, and even more were left homeless and..."

"I get it."

"Shall we meet the other demigods?"

"Nah, they don't seem to be the definition of sanity."

"Then what shall we do now?"

"We need to learn more about the portal and how it came to life, as it most likely involves the abrahamic god I was thinking of visiting Vatican."

"Huh, cool."

"Shame, we have no tea, the view is breathtaking."

"Sorry about that, there wasn't enough time to grab it, but hey I took the cookies."

"Nice, what kind?"

"...Raisin."

...and so Joshua threw his brother down the roof.

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+1 STR
+1 INT

 

[munchkinomatic]

@SailorMidgard

I laughed, seizing her and gave it a firm shake.

"Zoey, Zoey Lewis, Chosen of the Egyptian Gods. A pleasure to know I'm not insane. You guys have a loudspeaker or something? "

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+2 END

 

[Sailor Midgard]

@SailorMidgard

I laughed, seizing her and gave it a firm shake.

"Zoey, Zoey Lewis, Chosen of the Egyptian Gods. A pleasure to know I'm not insane. You guys have a loudspeaker or something? "

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+2 END

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"Lara Carlssen" laugh.
"Chosen of Aesir and Vanir, so nice to meet you, Zoey... Your patron is Horus Of Edfu, huh? Glowing hawk woman kiiind of gave it away..."

 

[Camellia]

You find a pizza and chow down with your cousin as you feel Achilles "tell" you that the demons have been dealt with and that General Skarr is just unconscious and has both his legs broken.

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"Oh! Okay, I'll be right there!"

Diana polished off her fifth slice and quickly wiped off the grease on her napkin. "Someone else is injured," she told June. "I'll be right back."

Picking up her lyre, she dashed upstairs.

+2 INT

 

[Trung-t-rung]

Zoey crash lands on top of you.

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@SailorMidgard

I laughed, seizing her and gave it a firm shake.

"Zoey, Zoey Lewis, Chosen of the Egyptian Gods. A pleasure to know I'm not insane. You guys have a loudspeaker or something? "

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+2 END

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"Lara Carlssen" laugh.
"Chosen of Aesir and Vanir, so nice to meet you, Zoey... Your patron is Horus Of Edfu, huh? Glowing hawk woman kiiind of gave it away..."

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Chris just looked at the group that landed nearby tiredly. Heaving an exhausted sigh, he lied back down on the ground face-up, feeling the bone creaking slightly in response.

"Glad to see we start the obligatory greetings. I would say this is not the best of time but I guess the Apocalypse has just been stopped and everyone just avoided their doom, so go with it."

Grumbling, he let go of the grip on the katana and like an illusion, it broke into particles of light. Along with it, his right arm returned to normal as well.

 

[munchkinomatic]

"Lara Carlssen" laugh.
"Chosen of Aesir and Vanir, so nice to meet you, Zoey... Your patron is Horus Of Edfu, huh? Glowing hawk woman kiiind of gave it away..."

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"Yep, on my little quest for vengance against them. You really don't have a loudspeaker, huh?"

Chris just looked at the group that landed nearby tiredly. Heaving an exhausted sigh, he lied back down on the ground face-up, feeling the bone creaking slightly in response.

"Glad to see we start the obligatory greetings. I would say this is not the best of time but I guess the Apocalypse has just been stopped and everyone just avoided their doom, so go with it."

Grumbling, he let go of the grip on the katana and like an illusion, it broke into particles of light. Along with it, his right arm returned to normal as well.

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"Why do you have a katana? You the Shinto chosen or some shit? "

 

[Trung-t-rung]

"Why do you have a katana? You the Shinto chosen or some shit? "

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"Celtic. Supposed to be Nuadha, but it turned into this. Certainly looks cool though. The name is Chris, by the way."

Well, considering his rather slim body type, if not a little too slender, he doubted he could swing around a greatsword.

 

[Sailor Midgard]

"Yep, on my little quest for vengance against them. You really don't have a loudspeaker, huh?"

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"I CAN GET VERY LOUD.... but no, no speaker or megaphone, dash the luck."

Chris just looked at the group that landed nearby tiredly. Heaving an exhausted sigh, he lied back down on the ground face-up, feeling the bone creaking slightly in response.

"Glad to see we start the obligatory greetings. I would say this is not the best of time but I guess the Apocalypse has just been stopped and everyone just avoided their doom, so go with it."

Grumbling, he let go of the grip on the katana and like an illusion, it broke into particles of light. Along with it, his right arm returned to normal as well.

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''Heeeey, we killed a fallen Angel.We saved the day.We are alive and superheroes.Sucess.
I say we party."

"Why do you have a katana? You the Shinto chosen or some shit? "

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"He sort of reminded me of Nuada Silverhand...." I blink .
"But yeah, katana IS strange....''

Note to self: try to modify Miolnir into Handaxe by willing it....

 

[munchkinomatic]

"I CAN GET VERY LOUD.... but no, no speaker or megaphone, dash the luck."

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"Eh, I'l get my PSA to the demons some other day then. "

"Celtic. Supposed to be Nuadha, but it turned into this. Certainly looks cool though. The name is Chris, by the way."

Well, considering his rather slim body type, if not a little too slender, he doubted he could swing around a greatsword.

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Zoey broke out laughing.
"The weaboo is strong in you if the fucking Celtic gods gave you a fucking katana kid. No fair though, how come your get tailor made? I want a giant floppy pink dildo to whack demons with! "

 

[Sailor Midgard]

"Eh, I'l get my PSA to the demons some other day then. "


Zoey broke out laughing.
"The weaboo is strong in you if the fucking Celtic gods gave you a fucking katana kid. No fair though, how come your get tailor made? I want a giant floppy pink dildo to whack demons with! "

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"They are, you know, Egyptians? Cosmic order and so on, Zoey?"
I think i like her style.Reminds me of our drummer at home..