Oh my god, they're adorable.
Glorious Shotgun Princess, Thread 3
- Thread starter GreggHL
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GreggHL
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One could more accurately describe Adorjan as the Terrifying Rei, which would make the Winds into the Reego. Which, in turn, would pretty much make Marus into Go-kun. Or perhaps a poor, doomed Solar Shinji.Where'sMySword? said:
Durabys
Miaow! Break the Chains!
- Location
- the land of the Boii
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I think the Fetich could start to feel insulted that she is asked to manage such boring and simple wishes.Winged Knight said:
But Kamilla is still my favourite.Nervaqus987 said:
The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
- Location
- Wherever I am, which isn't where I'm not
You sure it's not more like an Incubator?Durabys said:
Durabys
Miaow! Break the Chains!
- Location
- the land of the Boii
- Pronouns
- He/Him
What is the differenc~..TheSandman said:
realizes what TheSandman meant by thw word Incubator*
*starts to sweat profoundly*
Wait. The new Fetich will be like Madokami~..!?
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
She's also adorable, but Kalmanka's wish for a target rich environment has won over my heart.Durabys said:But Kamilla is still my favourite.
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
She's in Malfeas. She already had that wishNervaqus987 said:
GreggHL
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- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Tali'Zorah vas Neema nar Rayya is hungry. Really hungry. She wishes she had something to eat, like a smoothie. And then the world warps around her hand and she has a metal thermos in her hands. Bringing it up to her lips, she sips it. Blueberry.
"Hey," she says, "That's a thing."
The two girls squeal. Vitaris appears and the bow wave knocks Tali off her feet, and they turn to the wishing tree once more and the woman within it. Hullo, my cousins. What is your wish today?
"I wish to see new and exciting things!" Vitaris yells, fist pumped into the air.
"I wish to be more like Mother," the black haired girl, Pellegrina, says, her hands folded at her waist and rolling side to side on her heels.
"I wish to be in a target rich environment and have the greatest bow of all time which may coincidentally have belonged to Daddy!" Kalmanka announces, hands folded together and the blonde girl smiling ear to ear.
The sphere held in the woman's hands flashes. A small golden sphere drops into Vitaris' hands, projecting pictures of far off places on a floating golden screen hovering above it. A knife falls into Pellegrina's hands, long and jagged on one side. A golden bow lined with red drops into Kalmanka's hands, and the girl giggles, pulling back the string and forming an arrow of sunlight from absolutely nothing.
Wishes granted.
"Keelah what the fffffthing," Tali mutters, scratching the back of her head.
She turns from the smiling girl to the woman in the tree egg thing whatever. Tilting her head, Tali straightens out the ends of her flared tunic and rolls her shoulders. "Okay, what are you and why are you here? Because you look human-"
Oh, that is a long story. I think you could say I look more divine.
Tali works her jaw. A golden sunlight arrow whizzes by her, cutting a stray strand of hair and embedding on a far mirror tree. "Sorry!" Kalmanka yells.
But my cousins seem to have taken a shine to you, Tali. So I will grant you another wish. What do you wish for, my Uncle's keeper?
Tali sighs. She works her jaw, shaking her head. "Yeah, this is probably like that thing I read from that book I borrowed from Liara on human mythology. The one about the genies and wish granting, and if I say a wish it bites me in the ass." She sighs again. Then says the worst possible thing she could and regrets it immediately. "I wish I could just find Kal, honestly-"
Wish granted.
Which is when the air around Tali hardens, the ground rising up in emerald ribbons to surround her in a cocoon and cut off the rampant swearing coming from the girl, before launching her into the sky.
"Hey," she says, "That's a thing."
The two girls squeal. Vitaris appears and the bow wave knocks Tali off her feet, and they turn to the wishing tree once more and the woman within it. Hullo, my cousins. What is your wish today?
"I wish to see new and exciting things!" Vitaris yells, fist pumped into the air.
"I wish to be more like Mother," the black haired girl, Pellegrina, says, her hands folded at her waist and rolling side to side on her heels.
"I wish to be in a target rich environment and have the greatest bow of all time which may coincidentally have belonged to Daddy!" Kalmanka announces, hands folded together and the blonde girl smiling ear to ear.
The sphere held in the woman's hands flashes. A small golden sphere drops into Vitaris' hands, projecting pictures of far off places on a floating golden screen hovering above it. A knife falls into Pellegrina's hands, long and jagged on one side. A golden bow lined with red drops into Kalmanka's hands, and the girl giggles, pulling back the string and forming an arrow of sunlight from absolutely nothing.
Wishes granted.
"Keelah what the fffffthing," Tali mutters, scratching the back of her head.
She turns from the smiling girl to the woman in the tree egg thing whatever. Tilting her head, Tali straightens out the ends of her flared tunic and rolls her shoulders. "Okay, what are you and why are you here? Because you look human-"
Oh, that is a long story. I think you could say I look more divine.
Tali works her jaw. A golden sunlight arrow whizzes by her, cutting a stray strand of hair and embedding on a far mirror tree. "Sorry!" Kalmanka yells.
But my cousins seem to have taken a shine to you, Tali. So I will grant you another wish. What do you wish for, my Uncle's keeper?
Tali sighs. She works her jaw, shaking her head. "Yeah, this is probably like that thing I read from that book I borrowed from Liara on human mythology. The one about the genies and wish granting, and if I say a wish it bites me in the ass." She sighs again. Then says the worst possible thing she could and regrets it immediately. "I wish I could just find Kal, honestly-"
Wish granted.
Which is when the air around Tali hardens, the ground rising up in emerald ribbons to surround her in a cocoon and cut off the rampant swearing coming from the girl, before launching her into the sky.
GreggHL
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But that implies that Auto is at a place of desolation and oh god get away from that soul breaker orb!Daedwartin said:
The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
- Location
- Wherever I am, which isn't where I'm not
Well, depending on when this is happening relative to Kal and Auto's Excellent Adventure, Tali could be heading towards Yu-Shan. Spiritual desolation works just as well as physical, after all, at least at the high end of the relevant Charm cascade.GreggHL said:
Ivan the Not-so-Terrible
AH MEW CHEEKI BREEKI I V DAMKE
- Location
- Mikonyan’s USSR
It's got botches, which are kinda like that.Obfuscated said:
Cyclone
Robotech Nerd
- Location
- Earth, Sol System
Obfuscated said:
Specifically, Exalted is a dice pool system. Roll X dice against target number Y (I think it's fixed at 7 in Exalted). Each die that comes up equal to or higher than the target number is a success. If you fail the task (either because you rolled no successes or because it was a complex task requiring more successes than you got), and one or more dice comes up with a one, you've botched.Ivan the Not-so-Terrible said:
I think. I'm more familiar with the oWoD Storyteller system, which had a hilariously bad botch system design.
GreggHL
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The red haired woman, the woman who resembles her leader and great love, pulls her by the wrist through th mirror forest. For what feels like hours, feels like forever. Idle conversation from her becomes faint murmurs and songs. "Hm hm hm hmhm. Tumbling down tumbling down tumbling down~"
"I think Goto knows that song," Pria mutters. She narrows her eyes and looks the woman up and down- she resembles Arima. The Zenith. God-Queen of the empire she was alive in. Walks without the sort of righteous confidence. Pria would not believe this woman would stare down Bright Star himself at the heart of Harbinger.
But where Pria in her life had to deal with circumstances and difficulty, Pria as a god can simply decide I need to succeed at this and she does. So the magic is called forth, Pria's eyes glow a faint blue, and any answers she seeks on this identity, this demon, is delivered to her post haste.
The Shadow Lover. Defining Soul of That Which Calls to the Shadows.
"Eeep," Pria squeaks.
"I think Goto knows that song," Pria mutters. She narrows her eyes and looks the woman up and down- she resembles Arima. The Zenith. God-Queen of the empire she was alive in. Walks without the sort of righteous confidence. Pria would not believe this woman would stare down Bright Star himself at the heart of Harbinger.
But where Pria in her life had to deal with circumstances and difficulty, Pria as a god can simply decide I need to succeed at this and she does. So the magic is called forth, Pria's eyes glow a faint blue, and any answers she seeks on this identity, this demon, is delivered to her post haste.
The Shadow Lover. Defining Soul of That Which Calls to the Shadows.
"Eeep," Pria squeaks.
GreggHL
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- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
The red haired woman, the woman who resembles her leader and great love, pulls her by the wrist through th mirror forest. For what feels like hours, feels like forever. Idle conversation from her becomes faint murmurs and songs. "Hm hm hm hmhm. Tumbling down tumbling down tumbling down~"
"I think Goto knows that song," Pria mutters. She narrows her eyes and looks the woman up and down- she resembles Arima. The Zenith. God-Queen of the empire she was alive in. Walks without the sort of righteous confidence. Pria would not believe this woman would stare down Bright Star himself at the heart of Harbinger.
But where Pria in her life had to deal with circumstances and difficulty, Pria as a god can simply decide I need to succeed at this and she does. So the magic is called forth, Pria's eyes glow a faint blue, and any answers she seeks on this identity, this demon, is delivered to her post haste.
The Shadow Lover. Defining Soul of That Which Calls to the Shadows.
Realization hits Pria, and revelation comes in the form of a single, high-pitched "Eeep."
"Oh, don't be scared," not-Arima purrs, turning and hugging Pria again, "It doesn't help! Besides which, I need to get you to Mother before Grandfather comes back, and Grandfather wants to meet you-" A tighter hug. A squeeze on the small of her back. "So much!"
Pria winces and is dragged along, out of the mirror woods and into a land of cracked soil and thick clouds that block out even the light of the green sun. "This isn't imposing. At all," she says, blankly, "This is a bad place, isn't it?"
"Yeah," not-Arima sighs, "I like the forests myself. So many deer~"
"I think Goto knows that song," Pria mutters. She narrows her eyes and looks the woman up and down- she resembles Arima. The Zenith. God-Queen of the empire she was alive in. Walks without the sort of righteous confidence. Pria would not believe this woman would stare down Bright Star himself at the heart of Harbinger.
But where Pria in her life had to deal with circumstances and difficulty, Pria as a god can simply decide I need to succeed at this and she does. So the magic is called forth, Pria's eyes glow a faint blue, and any answers she seeks on this identity, this demon, is delivered to her post haste.
The Shadow Lover. Defining Soul of That Which Calls to the Shadows.
Realization hits Pria, and revelation comes in the form of a single, high-pitched "Eeep."
"Oh, don't be scared," not-Arima purrs, turning and hugging Pria again, "It doesn't help! Besides which, I need to get you to Mother before Grandfather comes back, and Grandfather wants to meet you-" A tighter hug. A squeeze on the small of her back. "So much!"
Pria winces and is dragged along, out of the mirror woods and into a land of cracked soil and thick clouds that block out even the light of the green sun. "This isn't imposing. At all," she says, blankly, "This is a bad place, isn't it?"
"Yeah," not-Arima sighs, "I like the forests myself. So many deer~"
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
?Fiach McCarthy said:
On a side note, Adorjan will probably not be happy that her babysitter just skipped off.
... meh. Freedom Lets Go.
(If she chooses to be a hypocrite this time, though, Tali is going to have some problems.)
linkhyrule5 said:
There's a good reason they're called "Deer That Hunt Men."SightedJT said:
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
There are Lumintha, the Deer that hunt men. They look like a beautiful white deer from a distance, enticing hunters on a long and exhausinting hunt before they turn on they're hunters adn attak once they're exhausted, reveling themselves to be nothing but a collection of worms pretending to be Deer.SightedJT said:
Then there is this deer with the face of men, they're fully sentiant though they can't talk. When you torture them just so they make beautiful music.
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- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
The red haired woman, the woman who resembles her leader and great love, pulls her by the wrist through th mirror forest. For what feels like hours, feels like forever. Idle conversation from her becomes faint murmurs and songs. "Hm hm hm hmhm. Tumbling down tumbling down tumbling down~"
"I think Goto knows that song," Pria mutters. She narrows her eyes and looks the woman up and down- she resembles Arima. The Zenith. God-Queen of the empire she was alive in. Walks without the sort of righteous confidence. Pria would not believe this woman would stare down Bright Star himself at the heart of Harbinger.
But where Pria in her life had to deal with circumstances and difficulty, Pria as a god can simply decide I need to succeed at this and she does. So the magic is called forth, Pria's eyes glow a faint blue, and any answers she seeks on this identity, this demon, is delivered to her post haste.
The Shadow Lover. Defining Soul of That Which Calls to the Shadows.
Realization hits Pria, and revelation comes in the form of a single, high-pitched "Eeep."
"Oh, don't be scared," not-Arima purrs, turning and hugging Pria again, "It doesn't help! Besides which, I need to get you to Mother before Grandfather comes back, and Grandfather wants to meet you-" A tighter hug. A squeeze on the small of her back. "So much!"
Pria winces and is dragged along, out of the mirror woods and into a land of cracked soil and thick clouds that block out even the light of the green sun. "This isn't imposing. At all," she says, blankly, "This is a bad place, isn't it?"
"Yeah," not-Arima sighs, "I like the forests myself. So many deer~"
Pria blinks. Passing through shadows, passing through darkness and desolation, they arrive at the base of a tower of shining white that casts no darkness. Not-Arima leads her up winding stairways leading past domed sitting rooms, open auditoriums filled with chains and vast paintings of a woman with red hair. She is lead to the roof of the tower, where there is a single point of darkness to contrast the light.
Which expands outwards. Coils of black shadow writhe around her- for at the center of the mass there is a woman with obsidian skin, long red hair falling past the feet of her alien, elongated form. Long fingers part the coils around her face and silver eyes stare deep into and through Pria. The shadows of Pria's arm twitch and writhe.
Clad in silver and black, the woman lets her feet touch the floor. Shadows flow out and around the white stone. Her hair flows around her like a helix. No mouth is present upon her face, but she speaks just the same. Not-Arima smiles and bows, pulling up the ends of her long tunic in curtsey.
"Hello, Mother," she says.
"Hello, my childe. It's almost time to bring Father home." The woman of shadows walks and circles Pria, the ends of a rat tail dragging out of her robes. "I admit. You are not what I expected. Father already has his preference for his Scarlet Bride, and you are not it."
"I'm not...sure what that means," Pria says, and blinks, "What are you? What is this?"
A faint, syllabic chuckle. "This will be interesting. But I must thank you for your pugilistic dealing with Mister Sunshine." Silver eyes arch and become half circles on her face. "He is the aspect of Father who is annoyingly villainous. Silencing him temporarily will probably make him easier to deal with for a while.
"And like he is the aspect of Father who loves vice and what you would most likely, subjectively, call 'Evil,' I am the aspect which loves the darkness." A faint laugh. Long hands fold at her waist. "But, as you are the Bride of Father, you may call me Erembour. Please excuse me if I am distracted." Her head tilts, red and silver waves bouncing. "I am currently collocating a bit."
"I think Goto knows that song," Pria mutters. She narrows her eyes and looks the woman up and down- she resembles Arima. The Zenith. God-Queen of the empire she was alive in. Walks without the sort of righteous confidence. Pria would not believe this woman would stare down Bright Star himself at the heart of Harbinger.
But where Pria in her life had to deal with circumstances and difficulty, Pria as a god can simply decide I need to succeed at this and she does. So the magic is called forth, Pria's eyes glow a faint blue, and any answers she seeks on this identity, this demon, is delivered to her post haste.
The Shadow Lover. Defining Soul of That Which Calls to the Shadows.
Realization hits Pria, and revelation comes in the form of a single, high-pitched "Eeep."
"Oh, don't be scared," not-Arima purrs, turning and hugging Pria again, "It doesn't help! Besides which, I need to get you to Mother before Grandfather comes back, and Grandfather wants to meet you-" A tighter hug. A squeeze on the small of her back. "So much!"
Pria winces and is dragged along, out of the mirror woods and into a land of cracked soil and thick clouds that block out even the light of the green sun. "This isn't imposing. At all," she says, blankly, "This is a bad place, isn't it?"
"Yeah," not-Arima sighs, "I like the forests myself. So many deer~"
Pria blinks. Passing through shadows, passing through darkness and desolation, they arrive at the base of a tower of shining white that casts no darkness. Not-Arima leads her up winding stairways leading past domed sitting rooms, open auditoriums filled with chains and vast paintings of a woman with red hair. She is lead to the roof of the tower, where there is a single point of darkness to contrast the light.
Which expands outwards. Coils of black shadow writhe around her- for at the center of the mass there is a woman with obsidian skin, long red hair falling past the feet of her alien, elongated form. Long fingers part the coils around her face and silver eyes stare deep into and through Pria. The shadows of Pria's arm twitch and writhe.
Clad in silver and black, the woman lets her feet touch the floor. Shadows flow out and around the white stone. Her hair flows around her like a helix. No mouth is present upon her face, but she speaks just the same. Not-Arima smiles and bows, pulling up the ends of her long tunic in curtsey.
"Hello, Mother," she says.
"Hello, my childe. It's almost time to bring Father home." The woman of shadows walks and circles Pria, the ends of a rat tail dragging out of her robes. "I admit. You are not what I expected. Father already has his preference for his Scarlet Bride, and you are not it."
"I'm not...sure what that means," Pria says, and blinks, "What are you? What is this?"
A faint, syllabic chuckle. "This will be interesting. But I must thank you for your pugilistic dealing with Mister Sunshine." Silver eyes arch and become half circles on her face. "He is the aspect of Father who is annoyingly villainous. Silencing him temporarily will probably make him easier to deal with for a while.
"And like he is the aspect of Father who loves vice and what you would most likely, subjectively, call 'Evil,' I am the aspect which loves the darkness." A faint laugh. Long hands fold at her waist. "But, as you are the Bride of Father, you may call me Erembour. Please excuse me if I am distracted." Her head tilts, red and silver waves bouncing. "I am currently collocating a bit."
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- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
The battle has been raging for days. Weeks. This entire section of the Collector Homeworld has been beaten to rubble and burnt to ash. The Collectors themselves, thrown about as weapons and as reinforcements, flow from improvised cloning creches and nests of eggs crafted by their godking.
Through it all, in the shadows, she watches. She watches the golden king and his shadowed equal, watching blows that tear open the walls to the glorious black emptiness of this universe, watching them pit armies against each other in contests of skill and endurance.
She watches, deep with the coils of her father. Deep within her creche, and ponders the golden king- clad in his unblemished armor, clad in his sunlight and with his most elite and enhanced warriors behind him. Watching him falter for a single moment when locked in combat with Father's avatar. A faint sigh.
She hoped this was not what Father suspected. But hope is but a gambit. Certainty is Fate, and Fate is something those of his soul hierarchy know quite well. It is time, Erembour muses, to finish this.
Calling forth shadows, she delves deep into herself and casts off a single sphere of black. Across the ruined auditorium, past the endless bodies of dead Collectors and the ash of pyres, the sphere becomes something. It is the wondrous thing about this universe- where there is no fixed time, where the dynamic systems of motion keep everything random.
It is always midnight somewhere.
The sphere becomes what it was made to be- a called forth thing which began its jouney five days ago. A perfect mirror of the soul, which feeds upon the angst and grief of those who experienced loss.
In the corner of Bright Star's eye, the shadow becomes a woman. Pale skin and blue eyes, red hair surrounding her like fire. His breath catches in his throat even as his hands lock in grapple with the perfect shadowed mirror of himself. "Ruby," he breathes.
The mirror image of the dead woman slides her hands over his jaw and whispers a single word. It is all that is needed to tip the scales and end the battle. The entire arena erupts in sunlight. Black armor of the Collectors bleaches white and the shadows are banished. Flowing like blood, Bright Star slams the back of his fist into the face of the Dragon's jouten, grabbing him in one motion.
Slamming him face first against the floor, he tosses him up, letting him hang in the air before driving a fist into him. Launched into the air, the dragon's form shifts- what was a negative mirror of Bright Star becomes an expanding serpent of shadow, still traveling the distance into the dome, caving the metal upwards and dropping towards the ground.
White and gold gathers- it bleaches the auditorium, burns everything, and makes Erembour dart behind a low wall still standing. Flowing upwards, inwards, it gathers into the gold clad fist of the fallen Solar. "This hand of mine glows with the power of the Sun," he bellows, "It's light gives me the power to banish all my enemies!"
Rising up to his full height, the sundisc flares on his brow. Light and power tear into the floor around him. "You were given the choice between escape and destruction, and you have chosen!"
He draws his fist back. "Heaven!" A foot stamps onto the ground, shooting him up towards the descending shadow. "Thunder!"
There is a brief smile on the Dragon's face. As if all his hopes and dreams have come true. A single thought echoing through the universe-hierarchy of the Principle of Enlightened Self Interest: It works.
"HAMMER!"
And Bright Star's fist slams into the dragon. A blast of sunlight which briefly overshadows the light show of the local black hole, and the dragon is blasted through the ceiling, yanking off the roof and exposing the dome to the vacuum ever so briefly.
A burst of sunlight and the metal flows out like liquid, sealing the hole with a new roof, and the once-Solar lands in a crouch. He rises with a faint breath and looks over the empty auditorium. Sitting own, he folds his legs into lotus position and closes his eyes.
There is a crack over the tower, and Pria looks up before the vast darkness of the sky becomes the face of a beyond-massive serpent that looks directly at her. Ah yes, the darkness speaks, Someone must have slapped around Mister Sunshine. I'm feeling rather less villainous today.
Through it all, in the shadows, she watches. She watches the golden king and his shadowed equal, watching blows that tear open the walls to the glorious black emptiness of this universe, watching them pit armies against each other in contests of skill and endurance.
She watches, deep with the coils of her father. Deep within her creche, and ponders the golden king- clad in his unblemished armor, clad in his sunlight and with his most elite and enhanced warriors behind him. Watching him falter for a single moment when locked in combat with Father's avatar. A faint sigh.
She hoped this was not what Father suspected. But hope is but a gambit. Certainty is Fate, and Fate is something those of his soul hierarchy know quite well. It is time, Erembour muses, to finish this.
Calling forth shadows, she delves deep into herself and casts off a single sphere of black. Across the ruined auditorium, past the endless bodies of dead Collectors and the ash of pyres, the sphere becomes something. It is the wondrous thing about this universe- where there is no fixed time, where the dynamic systems of motion keep everything random.
It is always midnight somewhere.
The sphere becomes what it was made to be- a called forth thing which began its jouney five days ago. A perfect mirror of the soul, which feeds upon the angst and grief of those who experienced loss.
In the corner of Bright Star's eye, the shadow becomes a woman. Pale skin and blue eyes, red hair surrounding her like fire. His breath catches in his throat even as his hands lock in grapple with the perfect shadowed mirror of himself. "Ruby," he breathes.
The mirror image of the dead woman slides her hands over his jaw and whispers a single word. It is all that is needed to tip the scales and end the battle. The entire arena erupts in sunlight. Black armor of the Collectors bleaches white and the shadows are banished. Flowing like blood, Bright Star slams the back of his fist into the face of the Dragon's jouten, grabbing him in one motion.
Slamming him face first against the floor, he tosses him up, letting him hang in the air before driving a fist into him. Launched into the air, the dragon's form shifts- what was a negative mirror of Bright Star becomes an expanding serpent of shadow, still traveling the distance into the dome, caving the metal upwards and dropping towards the ground.
White and gold gathers- it bleaches the auditorium, burns everything, and makes Erembour dart behind a low wall still standing. Flowing upwards, inwards, it gathers into the gold clad fist of the fallen Solar. "This hand of mine glows with the power of the Sun," he bellows, "It's light gives me the power to banish all my enemies!"
Rising up to his full height, the sundisc flares on his brow. Light and power tear into the floor around him. "You were given the choice between escape and destruction, and you have chosen!"
He draws his fist back. "Heaven!" A foot stamps onto the ground, shooting him up towards the descending shadow. "Thunder!"
There is a brief smile on the Dragon's face. As if all his hopes and dreams have come true. A single thought echoing through the universe-hierarchy of the Principle of Enlightened Self Interest: It works.
"HAMMER!"
And Bright Star's fist slams into the dragon. A blast of sunlight which briefly overshadows the light show of the local black hole, and the dragon is blasted through the ceiling, yanking off the roof and exposing the dome to the vacuum ever so briefly.
A burst of sunlight and the metal flows out like liquid, sealing the hole with a new roof, and the once-Solar lands in a crouch. He rises with a faint breath and looks over the empty auditorium. Sitting own, he folds his legs into lotus position and closes his eyes.
There is a crack over the tower, and Pria looks up before the vast darkness of the sky becomes the face of a beyond-massive serpent that looks directly at her. Ah yes, the darkness speaks, Someone must have slapped around Mister Sunshine. I'm feeling rather less villainous today.
GreggHL
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Nono, Pria kicked his ass earlier. Bright Star just beat up ED's jouten. Given, while also being his patsy.uju32 said:
Did TED just perform soul-surgery on himself?
Using Bright Star as a patsy?
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There is a crack over the tower, and Pria looks up before the vast darkness of the sky becomes the face of a beyond-massive serpent that looks directly at her. Ah yes, the darkness speaks, Someone must have slapped around Mister Sunshine. I'm feeling rather less villainous today.
A syllabic chuckle, high pitched and fluid. Or perhaps more Virtuous? No, no. I'm never feeling that. The coils of the black serpent wrap around the tower. It stretches high, much higher than the tower itself. Stretches into the infinite. Let us just say I am feeling...what is the term...I am feeling less the definition of a villain than usual.
The shadows wrap and the light of the tower shines upwards, illuminating Pria, Erembour, Mara, and now the silhouetted figure of solid shadow that has appeared in front of Pria. The featurless face shifts. Two yellow eyes open on the face, another opening on the forehead. A mouth filled with rotted, cavity ridden teeth appears.
Arms open, there is a wet gurgle, and the hands come down on Pria's shoulders. Ah, at last. You must be my Scarlet Br-
His pronunciation is cut off by Pria's fist driving into his windpipe.
Her hand- her right hand- buries itself up to her wrist in the neck. She cocks an eyebrow and pulls it out.
I see you've learned quite a bit from the Solars you spend your time around. Also, good instincts. Normally, punching me is a good idea. The smile goes a bit wider. May I guess this means you want a divorce?
She purses her lips even as the tower beneath them turns black. Even as the world shifts into a rushing wind of silver and black. "Actually, I learned that more from the quarians I keep company with," she says, "What are you?"
A yellow eye opens next to her, taller than her. Taller than everyone stacked together. I am the Adversary, the eye says, The Shadows that the Light parts. I am the Ultimate Darkness and the Shadow of All Things. The man of shadow bows. I am the Ebon Dragon.
She looks down. The two undone buttons have fastened themselves again. A coat of white and sapphire drapes itself over her, covering her up even more. Flexing her left hand, she blinks and looks at the hand. Odd, how it seems to be not...working against her?
In truth, the Dragon continues, I must admit that you just don't do anything for me. For many reasons. Shall we list them?
"I was under the impression I was going to be flayed alive or something," she says, glancing to Erembour, then to Mara, then to the shadow even as the eye disappears, "It seems like...uh...some sort of entrance exam or something for something made out of Shadow?"
The smile goes wider. Well, yes. Perhaps I would. He circles her, and she feels the belt around her waist go slightly heavier. More trinkets, more gifts. But you are perhaps not what I seek. You see, you believe you are...more doomed than you are.
His hand touches her shoulder. Her hair shifts, going from black and lavender curls to long and flowing red hair. His hand lifts and her hair restores to normal. You believe you are doomed. Damned. But your doom is neither fated nor does it doom anyone but you.
She rubs her arm, turning with him. She feels eyes on her. Many and many eyes. "I'm...not?"
Think of it as scale. An arm loops around her elbow and she is turned towards the shifting shadows and sands. Your doom, while it may be terrible, while it may be horrible, will most likely only doom you. And maybe a few others. It just doesn't...thrill...me like my intended bride's did.
She cocks an eyebrow. Purses her lips, shifting them side to side. "You're being rather nice to me."
He smiles wider. In her coils, Erembour's eyes narrow and she shakes her head. You define me as a villain based on the actions of my souls, the Dragon says, I refuse definition.
A syllabic chuckle, high pitched and fluid. Or perhaps more Virtuous? No, no. I'm never feeling that. The coils of the black serpent wrap around the tower. It stretches high, much higher than the tower itself. Stretches into the infinite. Let us just say I am feeling...what is the term...I am feeling less the definition of a villain than usual.
The shadows wrap and the light of the tower shines upwards, illuminating Pria, Erembour, Mara, and now the silhouetted figure of solid shadow that has appeared in front of Pria. The featurless face shifts. Two yellow eyes open on the face, another opening on the forehead. A mouth filled with rotted, cavity ridden teeth appears.
Arms open, there is a wet gurgle, and the hands come down on Pria's shoulders. Ah, at last. You must be my Scarlet Br-
His pronunciation is cut off by Pria's fist driving into his windpipe.
Her hand- her right hand- buries itself up to her wrist in the neck. She cocks an eyebrow and pulls it out.
I see you've learned quite a bit from the Solars you spend your time around. Also, good instincts. Normally, punching me is a good idea. The smile goes a bit wider. May I guess this means you want a divorce?
She purses her lips even as the tower beneath them turns black. Even as the world shifts into a rushing wind of silver and black. "Actually, I learned that more from the quarians I keep company with," she says, "What are you?"
A yellow eye opens next to her, taller than her. Taller than everyone stacked together. I am the Adversary, the eye says, The Shadows that the Light parts. I am the Ultimate Darkness and the Shadow of All Things. The man of shadow bows. I am the Ebon Dragon.
She looks down. The two undone buttons have fastened themselves again. A coat of white and sapphire drapes itself over her, covering her up even more. Flexing her left hand, she blinks and looks at the hand. Odd, how it seems to be not...working against her?
In truth, the Dragon continues, I must admit that you just don't do anything for me. For many reasons. Shall we list them?
"I was under the impression I was going to be flayed alive or something," she says, glancing to Erembour, then to Mara, then to the shadow even as the eye disappears, "It seems like...uh...some sort of entrance exam or something for something made out of Shadow?"
The smile goes wider. Well, yes. Perhaps I would. He circles her, and she feels the belt around her waist go slightly heavier. More trinkets, more gifts. But you are perhaps not what I seek. You see, you believe you are...more doomed than you are.
His hand touches her shoulder. Her hair shifts, going from black and lavender curls to long and flowing red hair. His hand lifts and her hair restores to normal. You believe you are doomed. Damned. But your doom is neither fated nor does it doom anyone but you.
She rubs her arm, turning with him. She feels eyes on her. Many and many eyes. "I'm...not?"
Think of it as scale. An arm loops around her elbow and she is turned towards the shifting shadows and sands. Your doom, while it may be terrible, while it may be horrible, will most likely only doom you. And maybe a few others. It just doesn't...thrill...me like my intended bride's did.
She cocks an eyebrow. Purses her lips, shifting them side to side. "You're being rather nice to me."
He smiles wider. In her coils, Erembour's eyes narrow and she shakes her head. You define me as a villain based on the actions of my souls, the Dragon says, I refuse definition.