O.2- Of Futures Past
Spector29
It Only Gets Worse From Here
Because I had to write something, have a side story. As a bonus, you actually get to decide some backstory. As a malgus, you get a penalty for not ever mentioning that Uncle was Adam, despite the previous Omake making it blindingly obvious.
The penalty is that if you want the fact that Lord Terror is your Uncle to be on the OP, you must accurately describe the sequence of events that made him your guardian, effectively.
Omake: Of Futures Past
Adam sighed. It was a long fucking day, but then again every day is a long fucking day for him. Now if his long fucking days fucking included some fucking, he'd be fucking thrilled. Fuck.
Adam sighed again, finally getting it all out of his system. Instead of his Throne room, which was being built, he took over the Bishop's office near the top of the old Cathedral. He just finished furnishing the basics; His Throne Room, His Office, His Bedroom, Ava's Work-
A knock on his door alerting him from his administrative thoughts. Annoyed, he said, "We're the only two people living here, and my zombies don't knock."
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There was a pause from the other side, before a voice answered, "It could be locked!"
Adam rolled his eyes, "Yes, because I really don't want you in my office, I replaced the lock in the time it's been since you were last in my office. Now Come In, Ava."
"Bossy. Keep this up and it's the couch for you, mister." Ava said, smirking. Her red hair was striking against her simple black dress with silver buttons and pants. She has some tasteful silvery spikes adorned around her waist, going around some red designs that also served as her pockets. And, of course, the necklace was around her neck, too.
[GM Note: There was a picture here, but for whatever reason I cannot for the life of me get it to show up again. Picture a gold necklace that is a star in a circle like a pentagram, and instead of the the outside being one circle it's two, with interlocking gold circles in-between them.]
It's been on her since the day Adam and Ava met, years ago. Before all of the death and power-gamboling. To be honest, Adam owns a not-insignificant part of his success to the efforts of one miss Ava Pyrre, for it was she that, to Adam's knowledge, was the first human to even unlock the secrets of Artifact Creation from the Necronomicon. With it, she created a powerful Artifact based on the necklace she always wore. Actually, come to think of it, it probably was the same necklace, and she just copied it.
Ava created a pentacle that became one of Adam's primary tools of success. He made the Army, she made the Supplies, in a sense.
"We're not even sleeping with each other, how exactly can you put me on the couch?" Adam asked, putting down his pen and massaging his temples.
Ava smiled a pretty smile, "Ohhhh, you shouldn't tempt fate like that Adam~"
Adam rolled his eyes again, smiling, and motioned to pick up his pen before he frowned in realization, "Wait...was that regarding sleeping with me, or putting me on the couch?"
Ava smiles perceptively wider, and walks forward until she pitches her tall frame over your desk. Now that she's inches away from Adam's face, he realizes the front of her dress isn't all the way buttoned up...
"Yes." She says simply, catching his dropping gaze and gaining a catlike smirk, "Like what you see?"
"Hmm?" Adam replied as he was lost in a daze. Adam and Ava had a relationship before, before this mess that is, but that ended rather spectacularly due to some misunderstandings and information Adam didn't know about at the time. After they reconciled, events conspired to never really give them the chance to try it again...
"My eyes are up here, Adam. Pervert." Ava said with a very satisfied smirk.
Adam only returned the smirk and quirked an eyebrow, meeting Ava's gaze once more. "Your necklace is down here, which is what I was looking at. What were you thinking about, Pervert?" Adam retorted.
"I was thinking about calling you a Pervert for drooling over my impressive breasts, actually." Ava replied, smiling brightly at Adam's dumbstruck look.
Instead of attempting to stammer out a reply, Adam grabbed the pentacle and showed it to Ava. "What is this? I know what the Artifact does, but why this necklace? You've been wearing it longer than my ring." Adam said, referencing his slightly tarnished Silver and Onyx class ring.
Ava sighed, disappointed at the loss of the conversation's charge, "Well, I wore it because I'm Wiccan. It basically contained a part of myself and my energy, even before all of this zombie-world-destroying stuff. It helps me to ground myself and also helps me to focus my magyk and blah blah blah." She said with a dismissive wave.
Adam smirked. "So that's why you made it a Mind Control Device? It contained a part of yourself and your energy, so you copied it to make the wearers serve you, and by extension, me."
Ava rolled her eyes, "Nice job recounting your own rise to power. Make sure you don't break your arm patting yourself on the back."
Adam smiled, meeting her red eyes with his blue, "I'll take it under consideration."
After a moment of staring, Ava hefted herself off of Adam's desk, "Well, I'm going off to my bedroom." She said as she headed for the door.
Adam checked the window, and it was indeed getting dark out. However, these was much in the way of administrative duties to accomplish, so Adam figured he would not be heading to his own bed for a good time yet.
"Night." Adam said back, picking up his pen once more.
Ava stopped at the door, slowly turning around to face Adam. "I said, I'm going off to my bedroom." Ava repeated, annoyed at something.
Adam quirked his eyebrow at her, which was apparantly the final straw. Placing a hand over her slightly unbuttoned dress, she slowly popped the next button down off, before biting her bottom lip softly and motioning him to come along with a finger.
Oh.
What did Adam do?
[] He heard the lady, best walk her there so that she can get there...safely...yeah, that's it.
[] He softly shook his head no. She was still out there, possibly still alive. And Adam wanted to talk to her, at least...
The penalty is that if you want the fact that Lord Terror is your Uncle to be on the OP, you must accurately describe the sequence of events that made him your guardian, effectively.
Omake: Of Futures Past
Adam sighed. It was a long fucking day, but then again every day is a long fucking day for him. Now if his long fucking days fucking included some fucking, he'd be fucking thrilled. Fuck.
Adam sighed again, finally getting it all out of his system. Instead of his Throne room, which was being built, he took over the Bishop's office near the top of the old Cathedral. He just finished furnishing the basics; His Throne Room, His Office, His Bedroom, Ava's Work-
A knock on his door alerting him from his administrative thoughts. Annoyed, he said, "We're the only two people living here, and my zombies don't knock."
i
There was a pause from the other side, before a voice answered, "It could be locked!"
Adam rolled his eyes, "Yes, because I really don't want you in my office, I replaced the lock in the time it's been since you were last in my office. Now Come In, Ava."
"Bossy. Keep this up and it's the couch for you, mister." Ava said, smirking. Her red hair was striking against her simple black dress with silver buttons and pants. She has some tasteful silvery spikes adorned around her waist, going around some red designs that also served as her pockets. And, of course, the necklace was around her neck, too.
[GM Note: There was a picture here, but for whatever reason I cannot for the life of me get it to show up again. Picture a gold necklace that is a star in a circle like a pentagram, and instead of the the outside being one circle it's two, with interlocking gold circles in-between them.]
It's been on her since the day Adam and Ava met, years ago. Before all of the death and power-gamboling. To be honest, Adam owns a not-insignificant part of his success to the efforts of one miss Ava Pyrre, for it was she that, to Adam's knowledge, was the first human to even unlock the secrets of Artifact Creation from the Necronomicon. With it, she created a powerful Artifact based on the necklace she always wore. Actually, come to think of it, it probably was the same necklace, and she just copied it.
Ava created a pentacle that became one of Adam's primary tools of success. He made the Army, she made the Supplies, in a sense.
"We're not even sleeping with each other, how exactly can you put me on the couch?" Adam asked, putting down his pen and massaging his temples.
Ava smiled a pretty smile, "Ohhhh, you shouldn't tempt fate like that Adam~"
Adam rolled his eyes again, smiling, and motioned to pick up his pen before he frowned in realization, "Wait...was that regarding sleeping with me, or putting me on the couch?"
Ava smiles perceptively wider, and walks forward until she pitches her tall frame over your desk. Now that she's inches away from Adam's face, he realizes the front of her dress isn't all the way buttoned up...
"Yes." She says simply, catching his dropping gaze and gaining a catlike smirk, "Like what you see?"
"Hmm?" Adam replied as he was lost in a daze. Adam and Ava had a relationship before, before this mess that is, but that ended rather spectacularly due to some misunderstandings and information Adam didn't know about at the time. After they reconciled, events conspired to never really give them the chance to try it again...
"My eyes are up here, Adam. Pervert." Ava said with a very satisfied smirk.
Adam only returned the smirk and quirked an eyebrow, meeting Ava's gaze once more. "Your necklace is down here, which is what I was looking at. What were you thinking about, Pervert?" Adam retorted.
"I was thinking about calling you a Pervert for drooling over my impressive breasts, actually." Ava replied, smiling brightly at Adam's dumbstruck look.
Instead of attempting to stammer out a reply, Adam grabbed the pentacle and showed it to Ava. "What is this? I know what the Artifact does, but why this necklace? You've been wearing it longer than my ring." Adam said, referencing his slightly tarnished Silver and Onyx class ring.
Ava sighed, disappointed at the loss of the conversation's charge, "Well, I wore it because I'm Wiccan. It basically contained a part of myself and my energy, even before all of this zombie-world-destroying stuff. It helps me to ground myself and also helps me to focus my magyk and blah blah blah." She said with a dismissive wave.
Adam smirked. "So that's why you made it a Mind Control Device? It contained a part of yourself and your energy, so you copied it to make the wearers serve you, and by extension, me."
Ava rolled her eyes, "Nice job recounting your own rise to power. Make sure you don't break your arm patting yourself on the back."
Adam smiled, meeting her red eyes with his blue, "I'll take it under consideration."
After a moment of staring, Ava hefted herself off of Adam's desk, "Well, I'm going off to my bedroom." She said as she headed for the door.
Adam checked the window, and it was indeed getting dark out. However, these was much in the way of administrative duties to accomplish, so Adam figured he would not be heading to his own bed for a good time yet.
"Night." Adam said back, picking up his pen once more.
Ava stopped at the door, slowly turning around to face Adam. "I said, I'm going off to my bedroom." Ava repeated, annoyed at something.
Adam quirked his eyebrow at her, which was apparantly the final straw. Placing a hand over her slightly unbuttoned dress, she slowly popped the next button down off, before biting her bottom lip softly and motioning him to come along with a finger.
Oh.
What did Adam do?
[] He heard the lady, best walk her there so that she can get there...safely...yeah, that's it.
[] He softly shook his head no. She was still out there, possibly still alive. And Adam wanted to talk to her, at least...
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