Ohmaigah
Man be Vibin
- Location
- Ask Carmen Sandiego or Waldo
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well, Izzy did save her originally. And they're both redheads, they got that connection.
FATHER QUEST - A Cartoon Network: Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest Cross Over
- Thread starter HellaCooltricks
- Start date
Interlude: The Truth Stings END
Standing on the precipice of life and death felt like you had entered another plane of existence. You stood apart from the haze of smoke and the burning trees and the pained cries of the writhing EVO.
Cain's decisive call to action cut through the fog in your head. Kill it. Kill him. There was hurt in his voice. Just a smidge. But it betrayed something vulnerable you could relate to beneath his hard exterior. For him, this was a matter of sympathy.
The boy--Rex. He was also trying to appeal to you, but his words came out a stumbling mess. He was unsure, untested.
Cain knew that he was right. Rex wasn't certain he was wrong.
You didn't want this. He didn't want this. But as you had by now learned, what you wanted rarely factored into things.
Your head cleared enough to register the chaos all around you. Screams and bullets ripped through the forest as Providence struggled to hunt down the thralls who'd broken past their ranks. Your flames had razed the immediate area into an empty clearing and were slowly creeping at the fringes as they clung to unburnt wood for fuel,
You look down on the monster. Then at your hands. Embers danced across your fingertips.
You'd caused all this. Maybe. You had certainly lit the first spark. You could end it too.
It was only a question of will power. For the first time in hours, your mind was awfully sober. It wouldn't be the first time--but back then you'd been too consumed by your own emotions to really know what you were doing. If you did it again now, you'd have to live with the conscious premeditated decision.
The sound of helicopter blades jarred you out of your own head.
Rex looked up just as confused. So it wasn't Providence.
"Who the heck is that?"
Dozens, maybe hundreds of smooth white drones descended to the scene from above the clouds.
They scooped up EVOs, both active and unconscious, and piled them into oversized cages towed by more drones attached to wires.
The remaining Providence agents regrouped and watched, baffled as the swarm of buzzing robots did their jobs for them.
Six of them approached the Spankubeast and worked in tandem to drag away its bulk.
"What do you think you're doing," You spat, flames already bursting to life around your hands.
One of the drones turned towards you. A screen on its chassis flickered to life, displaying a simple pixelated face with a dopey, stupid smile.
"HANDY DANDY ON THE SPOT EVO CONTAINMENT!!"
"Since when do we hire contractors?" Rex asked Calan.
He just shook his head.
"We don't."
"PLEASE ENJOY OUR COMPLIMENTARY SERVICES! NO NEED TO THAN--KRRRKMF!"
The jovial voice vanished into garbled garbage noise as the machine crumpled between your fingers.
You held up its crushed carapace.
"Who. Is. This."
You demanded. Rex and Cain looked at one another, and then to Calan, who seemed just as flabbergasted. He hesitantly checked his coms for an answer.
A few seconds later, he told you.
"Superjail."
What a stupid name. It sounded like something a child would come up with no idea or understanding of the actual thing. Like cops and robbers. A game without the cold reality.
Evidently, its Warden wanted to re-imprison Spankulot.
Not.
Happening.
You vaporized the five remaining drones on the spot, sending the EVO crashing to the ground as their wires suddenly hung limp in the air. It only silenced the whirring rotors for a second before fresh drones swooped in to replace them.
Rex eyed them warily. His hands morphed back into the metal boxing gloves.
"Yo, hothead? Not exactly sure I'm up for another round so soon." Rex pointed a thick metal finger skyward. "Plus, I'm thinking they've got us outnumbered."
There were more drones blinking in the twilit sky then there were stars.
"We're completely surrounded." Cain scowled, unable to agree with Rex, but also just as unable to ignore the facts of the situation. "And tear gas won't do any good against bots"
One of the drones hovered just out of range of your heat. Its screen shifted, the pixelated face cutting to a live video feed.
Had you been in a better mood, you might've made a crack about how much the man on the other end resembled Willy Wonka. The display showed a stringbean of a man with short black hair and a great big gap between his two front teeth. He wore a purple jacket with a big bow tie and a tall top hat to match--somehow staying balanced atop his head as he jerked this way and that. Yellow dinner plate glasses made his eyes look small and beady behind the frames. He smiled at you indulgently, the way that a parent smiled when a small boy got up to something foolish, but ultimately harmless.
"Pardon me, good sir! But I think there's been a misunderstanding," His voice was just as loopy and whimsical as his dress. "I'm here to help. I am the Warden of the righteous house of justice known throughout the world as SUPERJAIL!"
He threw up a fistful of confetti above his head.
"And?"
The man's smile faltered, twitching ever so near to a frown. For a moment he seemed to regard you with childish uncertainty. His body was a ball of nervous motion. He straightened his bowtie, rapped his fingers on the desk, fidgeted every which way like a third grader five minutes out from recess. For Pete's sake, did he ever stop moving?
"You seem confused, my tall, dark and fiery friend! So let me help you understand. I am the Warden. I run Superjail. I just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the right time-"
He tapped his watch, which seemed larger than before. The oversized face read "NOW."
"In the right place-"
He unfurled a pull-down map of Ohio with the state prison circled in fat red marker.
"And with the right profession to make a positive difference! Superjail's exactly what your little… Er, Jared, what was his name again?"
A nervous little man came into frame on tip-toes and whispered into the Warden's ear.
"Spankulot! Good Ol' Count Spankulot. Odd name, but we can work with that. I think he'd benefit from an extended stay at our penal enrichment facilities. As a matter of fact, I know he would! Which is why I'll be taking him away now."
He smiled. It wasn't smug. Smug might imply a cynicism he simply did not possess. He had the complete earnest self-belief of a kid who thought he already had all the answers. You didn't like it one bit.
"No."
The Warden physically recoiled and rebounded like a rubber freight train colliding with cinderblock.
"Come again?" He tried, his cheer straining.
"No. You are NOT taking him."
The Warden's face flickered between too many expressions in too short an order to track them all. He pouted, scowled, preened, then cycled back around to a puzzled incredulity which stuck.
"Ha… Maybe you just don't get it." The Warden pointed to his chest. "I'm the Warden! Me! So that means I decide who goes to jail." He said it so earnestly. Like he seemed genuinely confounded why you wouldn't go along with it.
"If you've got such a problem with authority mister, maybe YOU need some enrichment as well." The Warden clapped his hands. "Oh, Jaaaaailllbots!~ Take 'em away! And if anyone gets any silly ideas, bring them along too."
They descended like a biblical plague. Wacky waving extendable arms blotted out the sky, all reaching for your friend with puffy white hands not unlike his now shredded gloves.
"I. SAID. NO."
You flexed your arms and sent a heat wave rippling outwards. Jaildrones melted from their arms up, dripping puddles of molten scrap which soon congealed into a bubbling metal lagoon.
The Warden watched from up above in sour-faced befuddlement. He still didn't get it, did he?
"They're getting away!" Cain shouted. More drones had flanked, and quietly hauled Spankulot into the air.
Cain raised his grenade launcher, but the prongs of a taser fired from a hidden compartment on one of the drones and sent him spasming to the ground. The hands reached for him too, and would've carried him away were it not for Rex: who formed a sword and cut away the arms and taser coils.
The drones lifting Spankulot rose rapidly above the burning trees.
You wouldn't let him take him.
You wouldn't let the world take ANYTHING more from you!
This. Ended. HERE.
With a jet of flame, you rocketed after them. Your fingers caught around Spankulot's limp arm.
Drones hauling cages of infected thralls dropped what they were doing and threw themselves into your path. You melted so many, but sheer numbers formed a shell of cooling slag around you that shielded others from your heat. You recalled a scene from that dumb nature show that'd replaced V.V. Argost: Japanese honeybees suicidally swarming a hornet. They pulled and pulled, weighed down by the heavy metal jacket of melted drones. You felt your fingers slipping.
You felt the drones begin to win.
You couldn't let go.
But you couldn't hold on, either.
All of the Jaildrones' screens displayed the Warden now. The nervous little man from before was shouting something about expensive losses but the Warden didn't seem to care. All of his giddy attention was fixed on you. You'd told him no. You'd made it personal. The prize was a hundred times more valuable knowing that you wouldn't let him have it.
His glee was short-lived. The drone swarm shuddered under heavy impact. For a moment, unbalanced rotors struggled uselessly.
You glanced at the ground; Rex had formed the cannon again. But he hadn't just fired dirt. Cain clung fearlessly to a drone bashing it again and again with his elbow. Some of the drones clinging to you diverted towards him. You felt their grip slacken. It was all you needed.
You pulled with everything you had. Your muscles burned as hot as your fire. Your shoulder felt ready to pop off like an action figure. But you didn't give. Metal did.
The drone arms snapped one by one until nothing held you back from plummeting back to Earth.
Cain, Spankulot, and the drone Cain had been wailing on, all landed beside you.
You picked the battered drone up and met the Warden face to screen.
"You think YOU deserve to get your way JUST 'cause YOU gave yourself a PHONY title?! You're no WARDEN. You're a spoiled BRAT who needs to learn his lesson. And I'M gonna be the ONE to teach it to you."
For just a moment before your fireball blasted his screen to pieces, the Warden looked at you with genuine fear and guilt in his eyes. For an even briefer moment right before the glass exploded you saw the balled-fist anger of a child's tantrum.
You burnt the drone to cinders and clapped the soot off of your hands.
Cain's voice in your ear was a harsh reminder of what had to happen next. Before you lost your rage. Before you lost your clarity.
"He'll regroup. And Providence will be here any second. Do it."
'It.' He made the unthinkable act sound so impersonal.
"Now or never."
You made a decision then and there in what felt like an eternity inside your head. You weren't going to let the world take anything more from you. Even if that meant you had to burn it away yourself.
…
With a final, horrendous howl, you did what needed to be done. You poured in everything you had and for a moment, your burning light became a second sun. Jaildrones, Providence, EVOs, prisoners, and guards watched your glowing pyre bathe the landscape orange before it faded away leaving behind only ash on the wind.
It was done.
The world once more blurred into an awful dream as you fell to your knees. And just like that, Spankulot was gone.
Did it make it any better that you'd done it out of mercy? Or that you had been the one to make the choice? You didn't know. The fire vanished, all at once, leaving you surrounded in the wreckage of your battle.
You saw Rex look away. He'd failed to deliver a cure, and now someone was dead. Must've been a lot for one kid to carry.
A heavy hand came down on your shoulder.
"You did the responsible thing." Cain said. "Might not feel that way. But you did."
Providence swarmed the scene in minutes as the few remaining Jaildrones flew off. Cain surrendered his grenade launcher peacefully and let them lead him off him in cuffs alongside the other dangerous inmates. Other grunts helped rapidly reverting thralls out of their cages. Some offered blankets to the ones who'd torn their clothes when they transformed. Friends and loved ones met up and comforted each other.
There was some good that came out of this.
A contingent of OSI men met with you and Captain Calan. Hunter Gathers was with them. You limply shook his hand, his sharp words of congratulations leaving little impact, before he and Calan discussed the official narrative they were going to feed the media. News vultures were already making their way to the scene. You had mics and cameras shoved in your face from every outlet in the country---including the one you owned. You managed to maintain a suitably heroic posture and muttered non-answers until Hank pulled up in the company limo to rescue you.
In the coming weeks, you were sure your face would be all over the news again. No doubt there'd be nonstop buzz about the EVO crisis. Providence this, Patriarch that. You didn't really care right now.
You pulled into your mansion's parking lot, gave Hank a simple nod, trudged up to your bedroom and slammed the door shut. You would need some downtime after this.
- - - - - - - - - -
Truth be told, once Izzy got it into her mind that giving Dethklok the footage would catapult her popularity even further, there was little Daphne could ever have done to physically stop her. Only the emotional and logical appeal was left. But before she could even think about telling Izzy her own plan, Daphne was finding it hard to debunk the wild-red head. Huddled together away from Dethklok, the two women discussed their next course action as Dethklokateers milled about the scene.
"Listen- These guys?" Izzy said, pointing back over her shoulder with her thumb towards the heralds of metal themselves, who were currently arguing about if Florida was spelled with a 'd' or a 'duh'. "They're big. Really big. Bigger than the biggest rock band in the world. Big enough to have like, a private army."
"I know, but Six really made it seem like if we gave them the footage, we'd be in a lot of trouble."
Izzy nodded, assuring Daphne for a moment, but continued. "I get that. That guy was crazy good. Frankly, I'm a little jealous. But think about this: He's not with anyone. And even if he is, so what? Father is bonkers strong. And he's in good with the government. There's no way they could threaten us without Father toasting them. Plus, Dethklok could be supermassive for us! And the more we work with them, the more we get our name out, the more publicity we have, and the more people will know us. Dethklok would love Father! Comprende?"
She was making a dangerously good amount of sense. After a little more conversation, Izzy eventually won out. The benefits were just too high. As much as Daphne thought them annoying, Dethklok was an absolute. Mysterious suited men in helicopters weren't.
Back at Dethklok's STRAND-HAUS, Daphne and Izzy were given a first hand tour of the totally brutal surroundings. While Daph stayed busy arranging the new team-up announcement and directing her various workers and interns (felt really weird to have those, she thought) and the surprisingly courteous and diligent Dethklokateers, Izzy entertained the bandmembers with her acts of death defying stunts. Daphne could tell she was excited; but maybe not so much at the action.
"And that is how you deskin a 50ft Andaconda, haha!" Izzy said, showing off her new snake-skin dress, covered in blood and venom.
"Ha, Ids totally let her skins my anaconda."
"Yeas, me too."
"Shuts the fuck up Tolki."
Daphne just rolled her eyes as another hooded man brought her a latte.
Cain's decisive call to action cut through the fog in your head. Kill it. Kill him. There was hurt in his voice. Just a smidge. But it betrayed something vulnerable you could relate to beneath his hard exterior. For him, this was a matter of sympathy.
The boy--Rex. He was also trying to appeal to you, but his words came out a stumbling mess. He was unsure, untested.
Cain knew that he was right. Rex wasn't certain he was wrong.
You didn't want this. He didn't want this. But as you had by now learned, what you wanted rarely factored into things.
Your head cleared enough to register the chaos all around you. Screams and bullets ripped through the forest as Providence struggled to hunt down the thralls who'd broken past their ranks. Your flames had razed the immediate area into an empty clearing and were slowly creeping at the fringes as they clung to unburnt wood for fuel,
You look down on the monster. Then at your hands. Embers danced across your fingertips.
You'd caused all this. Maybe. You had certainly lit the first spark. You could end it too.
It was only a question of will power. For the first time in hours, your mind was awfully sober. It wouldn't be the first time--but back then you'd been too consumed by your own emotions to really know what you were doing. If you did it again now, you'd have to live with the conscious premeditated decision.
The sound of helicopter blades jarred you out of your own head.
Rex looked up just as confused. So it wasn't Providence.
"Who the heck is that?"
Dozens, maybe hundreds of smooth white drones descended to the scene from above the clouds.
They scooped up EVOs, both active and unconscious, and piled them into oversized cages towed by more drones attached to wires.
The remaining Providence agents regrouped and watched, baffled as the swarm of buzzing robots did their jobs for them.
Six of them approached the Spankubeast and worked in tandem to drag away its bulk.
"What do you think you're doing," You spat, flames already bursting to life around your hands.
One of the drones turned towards you. A screen on its chassis flickered to life, displaying a simple pixelated face with a dopey, stupid smile.
"HANDY DANDY ON THE SPOT EVO CONTAINMENT!!"
"Since when do we hire contractors?" Rex asked Calan.
He just shook his head.
"We don't."
"PLEASE ENJOY OUR COMPLIMENTARY SERVICES! NO NEED TO THAN--KRRRKMF!"
The jovial voice vanished into garbled garbage noise as the machine crumpled between your fingers.
You held up its crushed carapace.
"Who. Is. This."
You demanded. Rex and Cain looked at one another, and then to Calan, who seemed just as flabbergasted. He hesitantly checked his coms for an answer.
A few seconds later, he told you.
"Superjail."
What a stupid name. It sounded like something a child would come up with no idea or understanding of the actual thing. Like cops and robbers. A game without the cold reality.
Evidently, its Warden wanted to re-imprison Spankulot.
Not.
Happening.
You vaporized the five remaining drones on the spot, sending the EVO crashing to the ground as their wires suddenly hung limp in the air. It only silenced the whirring rotors for a second before fresh drones swooped in to replace them.
Rex eyed them warily. His hands morphed back into the metal boxing gloves.
"Yo, hothead? Not exactly sure I'm up for another round so soon." Rex pointed a thick metal finger skyward. "Plus, I'm thinking they've got us outnumbered."
There were more drones blinking in the twilit sky then there were stars.
"We're completely surrounded." Cain scowled, unable to agree with Rex, but also just as unable to ignore the facts of the situation. "And tear gas won't do any good against bots"
One of the drones hovered just out of range of your heat. Its screen shifted, the pixelated face cutting to a live video feed.
Had you been in a better mood, you might've made a crack about how much the man on the other end resembled Willy Wonka. The display showed a stringbean of a man with short black hair and a great big gap between his two front teeth. He wore a purple jacket with a big bow tie and a tall top hat to match--somehow staying balanced atop his head as he jerked this way and that. Yellow dinner plate glasses made his eyes look small and beady behind the frames. He smiled at you indulgently, the way that a parent smiled when a small boy got up to something foolish, but ultimately harmless.
"Pardon me, good sir! But I think there's been a misunderstanding," His voice was just as loopy and whimsical as his dress. "I'm here to help. I am the Warden of the righteous house of justice known throughout the world as SUPERJAIL!"
He threw up a fistful of confetti above his head.
"And?"
The man's smile faltered, twitching ever so near to a frown. For a moment he seemed to regard you with childish uncertainty. His body was a ball of nervous motion. He straightened his bowtie, rapped his fingers on the desk, fidgeted every which way like a third grader five minutes out from recess. For Pete's sake, did he ever stop moving?
"You seem confused, my tall, dark and fiery friend! So let me help you understand. I am the Warden. I run Superjail. I just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the right time-"
He tapped his watch, which seemed larger than before. The oversized face read "NOW."
"In the right place-"
He unfurled a pull-down map of Ohio with the state prison circled in fat red marker.
"And with the right profession to make a positive difference! Superjail's exactly what your little… Er, Jared, what was his name again?"
A nervous little man came into frame on tip-toes and whispered into the Warden's ear.
"Spankulot! Good Ol' Count Spankulot. Odd name, but we can work with that. I think he'd benefit from an extended stay at our penal enrichment facilities. As a matter of fact, I know he would! Which is why I'll be taking him away now."
He smiled. It wasn't smug. Smug might imply a cynicism he simply did not possess. He had the complete earnest self-belief of a kid who thought he already had all the answers. You didn't like it one bit.
"No."
The Warden physically recoiled and rebounded like a rubber freight train colliding with cinderblock.
"Come again?" He tried, his cheer straining.
"No. You are NOT taking him."
The Warden's face flickered between too many expressions in too short an order to track them all. He pouted, scowled, preened, then cycled back around to a puzzled incredulity which stuck.
"Ha… Maybe you just don't get it." The Warden pointed to his chest. "I'm the Warden! Me! So that means I decide who goes to jail." He said it so earnestly. Like he seemed genuinely confounded why you wouldn't go along with it.
"If you've got such a problem with authority mister, maybe YOU need some enrichment as well." The Warden clapped his hands. "Oh, Jaaaaailllbots!~ Take 'em away! And if anyone gets any silly ideas, bring them along too."
They descended like a biblical plague. Wacky waving extendable arms blotted out the sky, all reaching for your friend with puffy white hands not unlike his now shredded gloves.
"I. SAID. NO."
You flexed your arms and sent a heat wave rippling outwards. Jaildrones melted from their arms up, dripping puddles of molten scrap which soon congealed into a bubbling metal lagoon.
The Warden watched from up above in sour-faced befuddlement. He still didn't get it, did he?
"They're getting away!" Cain shouted. More drones had flanked, and quietly hauled Spankulot into the air.
Cain raised his grenade launcher, but the prongs of a taser fired from a hidden compartment on one of the drones and sent him spasming to the ground. The hands reached for him too, and would've carried him away were it not for Rex: who formed a sword and cut away the arms and taser coils.
The drones lifting Spankulot rose rapidly above the burning trees.
You wouldn't let him take him.
You wouldn't let the world take ANYTHING more from you!
This. Ended. HERE.
With a jet of flame, you rocketed after them. Your fingers caught around Spankulot's limp arm.
Drones hauling cages of infected thralls dropped what they were doing and threw themselves into your path. You melted so many, but sheer numbers formed a shell of cooling slag around you that shielded others from your heat. You recalled a scene from that dumb nature show that'd replaced V.V. Argost: Japanese honeybees suicidally swarming a hornet. They pulled and pulled, weighed down by the heavy metal jacket of melted drones. You felt your fingers slipping.
You felt the drones begin to win.
You couldn't let go.
But you couldn't hold on, either.
All of the Jaildrones' screens displayed the Warden now. The nervous little man from before was shouting something about expensive losses but the Warden didn't seem to care. All of his giddy attention was fixed on you. You'd told him no. You'd made it personal. The prize was a hundred times more valuable knowing that you wouldn't let him have it.
His glee was short-lived. The drone swarm shuddered under heavy impact. For a moment, unbalanced rotors struggled uselessly.
You glanced at the ground; Rex had formed the cannon again. But he hadn't just fired dirt. Cain clung fearlessly to a drone bashing it again and again with his elbow. Some of the drones clinging to you diverted towards him. You felt their grip slacken. It was all you needed.
You pulled with everything you had. Your muscles burned as hot as your fire. Your shoulder felt ready to pop off like an action figure. But you didn't give. Metal did.
The drone arms snapped one by one until nothing held you back from plummeting back to Earth.
Cain, Spankulot, and the drone Cain had been wailing on, all landed beside you.
You picked the battered drone up and met the Warden face to screen.
"You think YOU deserve to get your way JUST 'cause YOU gave yourself a PHONY title?! You're no WARDEN. You're a spoiled BRAT who needs to learn his lesson. And I'M gonna be the ONE to teach it to you."
For just a moment before your fireball blasted his screen to pieces, the Warden looked at you with genuine fear and guilt in his eyes. For an even briefer moment right before the glass exploded you saw the balled-fist anger of a child's tantrum.
You burnt the drone to cinders and clapped the soot off of your hands.
Cain's voice in your ear was a harsh reminder of what had to happen next. Before you lost your rage. Before you lost your clarity.
"He'll regroup. And Providence will be here any second. Do it."
'It.' He made the unthinkable act sound so impersonal.
"Now or never."
You made a decision then and there in what felt like an eternity inside your head. You weren't going to let the world take anything more from you. Even if that meant you had to burn it away yourself.
…
With a final, horrendous howl, you did what needed to be done. You poured in everything you had and for a moment, your burning light became a second sun. Jaildrones, Providence, EVOs, prisoners, and guards watched your glowing pyre bathe the landscape orange before it faded away leaving behind only ash on the wind.
It was done.
The world once more blurred into an awful dream as you fell to your knees. And just like that, Spankulot was gone.
Did it make it any better that you'd done it out of mercy? Or that you had been the one to make the choice? You didn't know. The fire vanished, all at once, leaving you surrounded in the wreckage of your battle.
You saw Rex look away. He'd failed to deliver a cure, and now someone was dead. Must've been a lot for one kid to carry.
A heavy hand came down on your shoulder.
"You did the responsible thing." Cain said. "Might not feel that way. But you did."
Providence swarmed the scene in minutes as the few remaining Jaildrones flew off. Cain surrendered his grenade launcher peacefully and let them lead him off him in cuffs alongside the other dangerous inmates. Other grunts helped rapidly reverting thralls out of their cages. Some offered blankets to the ones who'd torn their clothes when they transformed. Friends and loved ones met up and comforted each other.
There was some good that came out of this.
A contingent of OSI men met with you and Captain Calan. Hunter Gathers was with them. You limply shook his hand, his sharp words of congratulations leaving little impact, before he and Calan discussed the official narrative they were going to feed the media. News vultures were already making their way to the scene. You had mics and cameras shoved in your face from every outlet in the country---including the one you owned. You managed to maintain a suitably heroic posture and muttered non-answers until Hank pulled up in the company limo to rescue you.
In the coming weeks, you were sure your face would be all over the news again. No doubt there'd be nonstop buzz about the EVO crisis. Providence this, Patriarch that. You didn't really care right now.
You pulled into your mansion's parking lot, gave Hank a simple nod, trudged up to your bedroom and slammed the door shut. You would need some downtime after this.
- - - - - - - - - -
Truth be told, once Izzy got it into her mind that giving Dethklok the footage would catapult her popularity even further, there was little Daphne could ever have done to physically stop her. Only the emotional and logical appeal was left. But before she could even think about telling Izzy her own plan, Daphne was finding it hard to debunk the wild-red head. Huddled together away from Dethklok, the two women discussed their next course action as Dethklokateers milled about the scene.
"Listen- These guys?" Izzy said, pointing back over her shoulder with her thumb towards the heralds of metal themselves, who were currently arguing about if Florida was spelled with a 'd' or a 'duh'. "They're big. Really big. Bigger than the biggest rock band in the world. Big enough to have like, a private army."
"I know, but Six really made it seem like if we gave them the footage, we'd be in a lot of trouble."
Izzy nodded, assuring Daphne for a moment, but continued. "I get that. That guy was crazy good. Frankly, I'm a little jealous. But think about this: He's not with anyone. And even if he is, so what? Father is bonkers strong. And he's in good with the government. There's no way they could threaten us without Father toasting them. Plus, Dethklok could be supermassive for us! And the more we work with them, the more we get our name out, the more publicity we have, and the more people will know us. Dethklok would love Father! Comprende?"
She was making a dangerously good amount of sense. After a little more conversation, Izzy eventually won out. The benefits were just too high. As much as Daphne thought them annoying, Dethklok was an absolute. Mysterious suited men in helicopters weren't.
Back at Dethklok's STRAND-HAUS, Daphne and Izzy were given a first hand tour of the totally brutal surroundings. While Daph stayed busy arranging the new team-up announcement and directing her various workers and interns (felt really weird to have those, she thought) and the surprisingly courteous and diligent Dethklokateers, Izzy entertained the bandmembers with her acts of death defying stunts. Daphne could tell she was excited; but maybe not so much at the action.
"And that is how you deskin a 50ft Andaconda, haha!" Izzy said, showing off her new snake-skin dress, covered in blood and venom.
"Ha, Ids totally let her skins my anaconda."
"Yeas, me too."
"Shuts the fuck up Tolki."
Daphne just rolled her eyes as another hooded man brought her a latte.
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- Location
- United Kigdom
... ouch
Great job on the emotions there, Father's internal conflict could really be felt
Great job on the emotions there, Father's internal conflict could really be felt
KnownParadox
Not a sphere
- Location
- Canada
I'd say we should hire a therapist, but I don't know if there's a shrink alive who could handle this hot mess, this hot mess being ourself.
did I miss something, what did Mandark have to do with any of this?
He's the one that got Spanky sent into prison in the first place and bribed the prisoners to mess with him further inside.
Also I am more than a little ticked that people not wanting to visit him at all is a big factor for him careening over the edge but that's something that anyone can't do anything about now.
Also I am more than a little ticked that people not wanting to visit him at all is a big factor for him careening over the edge but that's something that anyone can't do anything about now.
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- Location
- going at sufficient velocity
Damn scene hit Father hard but at least he saved the victims and freed his friend.
Sad we didn't have a short talk with Rex thank him for trying and how he is a good kid with Father saying how being a Adult is hard with making decisions you don't want to make but have to.
Probably be a lot more yelling and emotional outburst from both sides but hopefully end with both of em seeing they are just doing what they believe is right.
Maybe next time we see him.
Also Warden is most probably being used by the Mime and villains to gather a Evo army.
Sad we didn't have a short talk with Rex thank him for trying and how he is a good kid with Father saying how being a Adult is hard with making decisions you don't want to make but have to.
Probably be a lot more yelling and emotional outburst from both sides but hopefully end with both of em seeing they are just doing what they believe is right.
Maybe next time we see him.
Also Warden is most probably being used by the Mime and villains to gather a Evo army.
LiamOfOrmonde
67% lewd. Oh my!
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- Florida Sometimes
Nah. Father needs a neurologist. His brain is backwards, not his feelings.I'd say we should hire a therapist, but I don't know if there's a shrink alive who could handle this hot mess, this hot mess being ourself.
Nah they fucked off.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
We've also already faced and killed our greatest fear and have an in with one of the only Kings Boogey is wary of. The world will not take our friend from us, even if we have to blaze a trail of destruction through the Dead Worlds from the Nightosphere to THERE to get him back.
daedalus725
Kell of Kells, godking of Planet X
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- Daedalus crater, The moon
Yes finally someone who understands
Maybe we help her with demonic rights? A war hero's support could go a long way.
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- Pittsburgh, PA
Hats off for this chapter, @HellaCooltricks. You did an excellent job here, and made the decision to put the Count out of his misery feel like the natural progression of events.
Not incidentally, my music of choice for reading this chapter was 'Terror Adhaerens':
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDCLqqGajZ8&pp=ygUUcG1tbSB0ZXJyb3IgYWRoZXJlbnM%3D
(EDIT: It was either going to be this track, or something from the 2001 Hellsing anime. Whatever its other faults, the music for that show is immaculate, and quite good for scenes of tragedy and horror. "The Mask of the Priest and the Bell of the Chapel" and "Original Sin" get special mention.)
Not incidentally, my music of choice for reading this chapter was 'Terror Adhaerens':
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDCLqqGajZ8&pp=ygUUcG1tbSB0ZXJyb3IgYWRoZXJlbnM%3D
(EDIT: It was either going to be this track, or something from the 2001 Hellsing anime. Whatever its other faults, the music for that show is immaculate, and quite good for scenes of tragedy and horror. "The Mask of the Priest and the Bell of the Chapel" and "Original Sin" get special mention.)
I'm guessing that the Warden will be first on the block. He really is a spoiled brat, to such a degree that even without his involvement in... this, it'd be like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
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I don't think we should try revenge. The Warden's scary, but he's mostly contained, and within Superjail...he's a god.
We could try calm acceptance and grieving our loss in a healthy manner?
That was a GREAT post. Emotional, exciting. The gravitas it placed on what had to be done for Spankulot. Loved it.
I like the idea of it but I'm not sure if charging into the bowels of the underworld to being Spankulot back will be possible. Still not discarding it entirely.
Mandark was the one who got Spankulot in the slammer and arranged the harassment inflicted upon him? He's gone from mildly fun rival to annoy now and then to someone who's got to suffer. Eventually.
Revenge is a must! Mandark is a long term revenge but the Warden? No. What happened to our friend cannot just be swept under the rug. There's no way Father can just swallow that anger and let this one go.
I like the idea of it but I'm not sure if charging into the bowels of the underworld to being Spankulot back will be possible. Still not discarding it entirely.
Mandark was the one who got Spankulot in the slammer and arranged the harassment inflicted upon him? He's gone from mildly fun rival to annoy now and then to someone who's got to suffer. Eventually.
Revenge is a must! Mandark is a long term revenge but the Warden? No. What happened to our friend cannot just be swept under the rug. There's no way Father can just swallow that anger and let this one go.
Yeah, no. Revenge won't bring him back. Mandark was the spark, but Spankulot refused to adjust to the changing world, and it was only a matter of time until something like that happened. As for the Warden...Look, dude's seemingly-omnipotent within Superjail, and barely ever LEAVES Superjail...I don't give us good odds. We're really strong...But we're not unbeatable.
Well no, Spankulot very explicitly was trying to change. This happened withing the year long break; so likely before Spanky ralised something was wrong.
Mandark then made sure the other Prisoners would torment him tmk.
I don't see any evidence Mandark arranged for his harassment. Got him arrested, yes, but, let's be real, that was probably only a matter of time. Outside the context of the KND universe, his whole bit is creepy as hell, and everyone knew it. Him, Skips, even us really. He tried to change because he accepted that things had changed, that what he was doing was wrong, or, at least, no longer the way things worked. Then we showed up, and tried to convince him to go back to how he used to be, to be the one thing that didn't change, and got...Interrupted.
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Yeah, um, hurting people until you feel better is not considered good grief management.
In strange times even gods may die.