Well, lets hope, for the safety of our favorite demi-fae, that uncle Jack spend all his XP on Socialize/Presence to waste on the, so useless, anti shaping and anti Rakasha charms.
Goblin Queen [Worm/Exalted] [Crosspost]
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Well, lets hope, for the safety of our favorite demi-fae, that uncle Jack spend all his XP on Socialize/Presence to waste on the, so useless, anti shaping and anti Rakasha charms.
azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
- Pronouns
- He/They
It does. It really does. The things you can do with loose morals, a willingness to flirt with anything, and Appearance 5 is pretty impressive.
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
A wild Teaser~ shows up!
People liked to think he was stupid. Certainly, their reasons varied, but it was easy to see him as stupid.
Look at him with his muscles and tattoos. Only a lowborn fool would look like that. And the way he dressed... he had to be a simple laborer. Not very smart, only good for lifting things. Just like any other chink or gook.
Just because he was a simple 'brute'. Look at him! All he can do is smash things. Guess he mustn't be too smart! After all, it would be stupid for a power to just provide a changing body that gave a measure of strength. After all, the brain isn't something affected by a power that affected the body. They weren't 'connected'.
Just because he had an accent when he spoke. They said he spoke with an engrish accent like a foreign mongrel. What they didn't take into consideration was that he knew another language. At the very least. After all, it wasn't as if he grew up in another country. Or escaped the clutches of the Yangban, who surely must have spoken english when they tried to convert him into one of their drones.
People liked to think he was stupid, yes. But he didn't mind that. It made them underestimate him.
Chojomeka
Behold! QUEEN MONKE!
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
QA is shipping Shard Taylor and Beefcake... she thinks Taylor needs more friends to help give other shards more conflict. fighto! :3
earthboy
(verified ape)
- Location
- NYC
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Regent: "I have photographs which prove otherwise. Nekked photographs."
Lisa: "How much for all the photos?"
Regent: "You can have them for free."
Lisa: "Really? I mean, thanks."
Regent: "Here, you can get them from the PHO thread where I uploaded them all..."
Lisa: "Goddamn it, that's not what I meant."
Regent: "Yeah, I know."
Lisa: "Also, goddamn it."
Sophia: "I like big, fast things between my legs."
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Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
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His muscles flexed as he pushed against gravity and raised his body with nothing more than simple physics and willpower.
His breathing stayed even as he reached the apex before he slowly lowered himself once more, an absolute focus on what he did guided his downward motion evenly as he pushed down upon his index finger and thumb into the sand of the beach.
Concentration was key to anything that one did. The sharper the focus, the ability to channel all of his concentration into a single point, it allowed him to hit harder and faster without any wastage.
What he did now with his exercise helped him focus.
And yet, despite the focus that he held in what he did, his senses allowed him to keep track of what was happening around him.
From his bedwarmers as they tittered incessantly where they sat by the fire and kept watch over the roasting ducks, to the roar of the pit fires in the distance down the beach where his followers had set up their encampment.
He kept silent as he pushed his body up before lowering it down once more in and even and steady speed. His thoughts raced ahead of his body.
People liked to think he was stupid. Certainly, their reasons varied, but it was easy to see him as stupid.
Look at him with his muscles and tattoos. Only a lowborn fool would look like that. And the way he dressed... he had to be a simple laborer. Not very smart, only good for lifting things. Just like any other chink or gook... or in his youth, a 'simple' half-chinese punk.
Look at him, just another simple 'brute'. All he can do is smash and burn things. Guess he mustn't be too smart!
After all, it was obvious that a power that gave a measure of strength by physically changing his body to do only that. Surely, the brain wasn't something affected by a power that affected the body. They weren't 'connected'.
Just because he had an accent when he spoke, he had to be dumb. They said he spoke with an engrish accent like a foreign mongrel. What they didn't take into consideration was that he knew another language. At the very least. After all, it wasn't as if he grew up in another country. Or escaped the clutches of the Yangban, who surely must have spoken english or japanese when they tried to convert him into one of their drones.
People liked to think he was stupid, yes. But he didn't mind that. It made them underestimate him.
When all they saw was his body, when all they heard was his heavily accented voice... they could not, would not see him as smart. For such a thing implied that he was superior to them both mentally and physically and that was unacceptable to most people on a base level. I they refused to accept and acknowledge that it was possible that they were the ones who were inferior.
Those who served him feared him, but they didn't think he was smart... just strong. And thus, they obeyed him. And that was well enough for him.
He tilted his head to gaze up at the night sky above the ruined city. The silver sphere in the distance that reflected the light from the police and PRT airships.
With every defeat, a matching ascent.
It had been simple enough to recruit Grace. She had been recruited by him playing up on the notion of fear and control. She liked the idea of being in control, that people feared her. That serving under him would provide her such.
He had high hopes that with her in his gang that he could expand the ABB to be an actual power in other cities... to be more than just another gang or villain in a single city required a proper foundation. Infrastructure was key in any endeavor and Tinkers were good at that. And all it had taken was an Endbringer to bring his designs to nothing.
It had been easy to recruit Bakuda. The new Tinker that he had encountered would be more difficult. After all, it was clear that her theme was broad and that she had had time to grow into her power, to tinker and create assorted wonders for both herself and her teammates.
And yet, there was a chance for him to win her over.
He had seen her eyes at Tadokoro's, even if he hadn't known who she was or what she could do. Her eyes had been clear and full of the vitality that only those in their springtime could hold. The notion of invincibility that only the young could have as she had looked back at him, against his killing intent.
He had remembered her then. That resolution and willingness to fight, even against him.
He remembered her at the fight against the Beast, against Leviathan.
It was true that Leviathan could not be killed, that it was more a force of nature than something that could be fought. But did that not make it worth challenging it, to meet it face to face in combat? She had been there too, even if he knew her not... she had crafted a wall to stop its waves. She had commanded countless insignificant insects and transformed them into radiant energy to carve into the Beast's flesh.
She had been strong.
He knew that.
Too strong, as it were.
Even when she had played with that Ward and that Merchant cape... she had held herself back, unable to bring her entire strength. It was clear to his eyes that someone who could create and put into position a wall for the entire city was someone whose strength was rivaled by a very select few.
But then, wasn't that what they said of him as well? That his strength was unrivalled. The force he brought to bear in the battles against Leviathan was unspeakable. That not even Alexandria could withstand the raging heat that came from his command of fire when he truly fought.
And yet, for all of her power... all she had wanted to do was play, to enjoy her 'springtime'. That oh so brief period of time where she was free to do what she wanted, between the confines of school and adulthood.
Perhaps, if she had not been forced by her father to help out in her civilian identity, he wouldn't have met her again save by chance and then likely only while wearing masks and pretending to be heroes or villains like school children afflicted with Middle School Second Year Syndrome. And yet, chance had brought them together to move tree branches as well as the various detritus off the city streets.
He had worked out the girl was. It wasn't exactly hard, even if the words she said made it easy to misunderstand her. To guide the perceptions and thoughts of those who heard her. And yet, if one truly paid attention to what she said... she told no lies and announced who she was with every word uttered as if without thought of care.
And in return, he had eventually invited her to 'play'... he had told her where he was staying on the beach of the Bay. She could come to him. This, he knew with a certainty. Her curiosity would ensure such. Even if it took time for her to eventually cave.
True, she was no asian. But then... only fools and those ignorant would believe that his gang was filled with none but 'asians', when the very concept of such was as silly as a gang filled with none but 'westerners'.
His muscles flexed as he pushed against gravity and raised his body with nothing more than simple physics and willpower.
His breathing stayed even as he reached the apex before he slowly lowered himself once more, an absolute focus on what he did guided his downward motion evenly as he pushed down upon his index finger and thumb into the sand of the beach. His body sang to him as he continued to exercise it.
He listened to the distant music from his followers' encampment, the roar of the nearby fire, the soft shaa of the sea as it raced up and down the shore...
And in the shifting wind, there was the sound of insect wings. Larger than normal insects that flew... and yet, almost silent in the way they vibrated. She landed downwind of him in the darkness.
A smile graced his face as he got up and brush the sand off of his finger.
"Tonight is a nice night. Isn't it, girl?" He turned to look at where she approach from his blind spot. "I'm glad you could come. We have much to talk about."
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Goblin Queen | Changes in Circumstances
Worm / Exalted
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Goblin Queen | Changes in Circumstances
Worm / Exalted
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He dug into the sand beneath his body. He could smell the sweet coppery crimson deep beneath the shifting darkness.
A dull rumble from the distant sky above gave him pause as he looked about at the dark stone pillars that rose about it, that clawed at the dark skies above. Monuments of darkness and shadows, cut sharp against the soft crimson glow of the clouds above.
His instincts spoke of danger.
Screamed of such, in fact.
And yet, for all of the danger that he sensed. He could not leave. Not when that tantalizing scent of food and drink was just that... beneath the sand.
And so he dug with fingers like claws.
His existence was defined by need and want; by a hunger that gnawed at his body, by a sharp thirst that had never known drink.
His fingers and nails scrapped against cold metal beneath the black sand.
- Location
- Chicago, IL
[joke]Oh, look! It's a smart!Lung without AMNOS (Asian Mysticism Not Otherwise Specified).[/joke]
Very nice, I enjoyed this take on Lung a lot.
Very nice, I enjoyed this take on Lung a lot.
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
Auuuuuuuu!
Was hard to do Lung. :3
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
More Goblin queen?
And more to come! :3
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Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
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He dug into the sand beneath his body. The fragrant scent of sweet coppery crimson hung tantalizingly in the air at the bottom of the gentle slope.
Here!
The fragrance cried to him. Hot moist meat dripping with sweet savory liquid.
Fresh meat that squirmed and squished beneath him, full of succulent juice and energy.
Ahhhh... He sighed with delight before breathing in deeply.
All that was needed was dig down into the shifting dark sand that he was crouched over.
A dull rumble from the distant sky above gave him pause as he looked about at the dark stone pillars that rose about it, pillars that clawed at the dark skies above. Monuments of darkness and shadows, cut sharp against the soft crimson glow of the clouds above.
His instincts spoke of danger.
Screamed of such, in fact.
And yet, for all of the danger that he sensed. He could not leave. Not when that tantalizing scent of food and drink was just there... beneath the sand that he stood on.
And so he dug with claw-like fingers.
His existence was defined by need and want; by a hunger that gnawed at his body, by a sharp thirst that had never known drink.
His fingers and nails scrapped against cold metal beneath the black sand.
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He looked down. "Oh."
He could feel the coldness moving up his body. His vision slowly narrowed down on what he was looking at, with darkness crowding the edges and crawling inwards to fill his world. The instincts that came from his hind brain and which had evolved over countless generations calmly told him that death was inevitable.
He was looking at his end, even if his mind denied it, screamed that he could and would live on.
All he had to do was...
... was ...
take another breath... and...
... and force his... body...
... to... move...
...
"I don't wanna... don't wanna die. Wanna live." His throat rasped as he focused on his words. "Some... some one. Any one."
"Come on..." The world tilted and slid if he didn't pay attention.
If he did not force the world to be level, to stay still as he held his hands against stomach. To push in the slippery coils that felt so very warm against his cold hands, and keep them in.
He focused on the sparks from the screen and wiring in front of him, the soft crackle as light crawled down the cracked screen in front of him.
He focused on his breathing.
Cold air in.
Cold air out.
Cold air in.
Cold air out.
Every now and then, he could hear the sound of sand shifting about outside the cockpit. He tried not to think on just how he could breath if he was trapped and surrounded by sand and dirt. Surely... they would be looking for him, right?
They would be searching for him. Wasn't he someone who had put his life on the line to help save lives? To help protect the city?
"I don't wanna... don't wanna die. Wanna live." His throat rasped as he focused on his words. "Some... some one. Any one."
"Come on..." The world tilted and slid if he didn't pay attention.
His mind liked to play tricks with him... telling him that he had been in here for... forever. He knew it couldn't have been long. That was stupid, after all, they had to be looking for him.
...
It was colder.
It wasn't his imagination, the temperature really was dropping. It shouldn't surprise him. Not in truth, after all... wasn't he trapped inside an metal coffin build by a damn good tinker?
The best, really.
The skittering sound, of claws and talons on stone and metal, accompanied by the sense of something shifting brought a mixture of fear and relief to his heart. The lizard part of his brain, that provided him with instincts honed over the countless generations since his distant ancestors crawled out of the primordial muck, screamed at him...
Danger!
Death!
Run!
Fight!
Hide!
That overwhelming sense of danger rose as he bared his teeth and turned to look at where the metal hull had been rend and pierced by the tail of Leviathan.
Black beads of sand trickled in from the gap like slow flowing water.
A pair of hands, that belonged more to a mummy all dried out than a normal person, clawed its way into the gap. With a motion that was half swimming and half desperate clawing and pulling, the skeletal figure pulled its body free of the black sand.
"Oh. This is such fucking bullshit." That was all Skidmark could say as he looked at... the thing that had forced its way into the cockpit of the giant robot he had been piloting against the Endbringer.
A perpetual look of desperate hunger was cast upon all too familiar features that belonged to him, the make-up that allowed him to look worse than he actually did had been rubbed off and covered in blood-caked black sand.
"Haaaaaaa...." At the not quite moan and hiss of hunger from that Thing before him, Skidmark found himself listening to his instincts and slowly backed away across the grilling that lay beneath the control harnesses.
Getting in close with a hungry animal was always a bad idea. One which guaranteed that scratches and bites would come, if not worse. He waved his hand, but the power... that familiar warmth in his mind that he could toggle did not respond. Worse, there was an empty gap there in his mind.
"Ni.... Nice zombie... Good ahh... monster... nice monster."
At the sound of his voice, it tilted its head to the side, to a degree that Skidmark knew wasn't possible... at least not without breaking various bones in the neck.
That single licking motion with its pink slimy tongue over cracked chapped lips was all the warning he had as it leaped at him across the grilling that lay over the exposed engine block.
Against such a thing, was it not natural for his reflexes to kick in with a simple twist of body and drawing back of his right arm, fingers bending to make a fist. He twisted the other way, and launched his fist forwards straight forward across his vision.
The sensation of flesh impacting flesh, of teeth shifting... that was familiar. No, it was more than familiar. This was something that he did... beating bitches down.
That flicker of memory as he looked down at his fist brought a smile to his face. He clenched his other fist and stepped forwards firmly, the grill vibrating beneath the impact of his booted feet.
His left fist was slower... but it struck the face of that Thing, snapping its face to the other side. Hits like that to the face, to the head, he knew could hurt bad... could even kill in the right circumstances.
He stepped forwards, following the body of that Thing as it fell back, the jabs to its face were swifter if less hard hitting.
This was something he was used to... reflexes gained on the streets as he fought to take control of the Merchants, and then keep control of that gang, to face off all challenges... and more to show those Nazi cunts in the Empire, those slant-eyes in their many many gangs that the Merchants were there to stay no matter what.
The pain that lanced up from his gut, that wasn't as important as showing that Thing with his face who was boss. And so, he forgot about it in the moment.
The cold that had been consuming him, which had been all he could think about... that he ignored as warmth welled up from the scratches that the Thing gave him with its claw-like fingers.
For every desperate frenzied scratch from that Thing, he responded with another punch to its face.
With each punch, he stepped forward, always advancing as he forced that Thing back.
All too soon, it was trapped against cold hard metal, unable to retreat... its attempts slowly died down as it cowered before Skidmark, arms covering its head.
Vulnerable.
Weak.
Helpless.
Unable to do more than gargle wetly with blood in its mouth, to beg for mercy, for a cessation.
The villain's reaction was simple; he reached out with a hand and picked up one of the damaged pipes that had once held cables.
There was no mercy here to be found as he lifted it up with both arms before bringing it down.
Over.
And.
Over.
To splatter crimson liquid, flesh and bone against the metal hull and floor before him.
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"Ahhhh... this feels good." Skidmark sighed as he tossed aside the pipe to the side. The sound of metal against metal brought a shudder to the bloody mess before him, as it shifted and moved away from the sound.
He looked at the Thing before him as flesh ever so slowly shifted as if healing or trying to pull itself back together, before his gaze turned to the dangling cables from the ceiling of the cockpit.
It squealed wetly as he pulled the cables free to make a crude collar and leash for that thing.
He could wait for it to heal and then... he would weight his options.
For now, he looked at his gut, a gut that had been torn open by Leviathan and which had healed when he had forgotten about. As he looked at it... his eyes widened as the wound opened up once more as if it had always been there... before closing up once more as he clung to the notion that he wasn't hurt.
That he hadn't been... killed.
And yet, there was no doubt in his mind that he had died.
Which meant that this was what passed for the afterlife.
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Goblin Queen | Interlude : Man in the Mirror.
Worm / Exalted
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Goblin Queen | Interlude : Man in the Mirror.
Worm / Exalted
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Tanuki's notes : So... a bit violent there. But this IS Skidmark, were you expecting some pampering and tender love?
Okay... right beyond this. Skidmark is dead. He got killed, and people die when they're killed. That said, death is not a simple thing in the Exalted setting. If you have a strong enough will, if you have unfinished business... you sometimes leave behind a ghost. An imprint of your memories on your soul remains behind. Most souls of the dead tend to move on, they enter Lethe and reincarnate...
Then, you get those who don't reincarnate or dissipate or whatever, and they stick around. Their bodies are malleable to a certain degree, memories, echoes of what resonated in them are what keeps them around. There are tricks and assorted abilities in Exalted land to deal with ghosts, one way or the other.
That said, there is also... the Hungry Ghost when people die.
Basically, humans have 2 souls, the higher soul (their will and intelligence) and the lower soul (their animal instincts and seat of essence/power). The lower soul tends to be stronger and more vicious... and need to be put down by making sure that burial rituals are done and so on to make them happy and rest. This makes desecration of corpses and tombs a BAD thing as they wake up and need to be dealt with by the tomb-robbers.
In any event, generally when a ghost meets its own hungry ghost... 9 times out of 10, the hungry ghost gets to feast on the ghost.
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OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Unless they have a handy lead pipe.
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
Pretty much... yeah...
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
If he has to do this over and over again for eternity, I'm satisfied.
Just the once now that he is free of his flashbacks looping on him.
Evillevi
A Pikachu for everything - Shadow Pikachu,2015
Hora Hora
Chojomeka
Behold! QUEEN MONKE!
- Location
- West Michigan
Oh noes! Browbeat saw Taylor and Lisa making out outside a movie theater! Her chance of beefcake is zero now!
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
Dohohohoho....
Tanuki were! :3And not a single reader is surprised
It's worse than that...