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One Foot - Another Multiverse SI
- Thread starter Ars Poetica
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Hye
Reader of The Long Words
- Location
- In the middle of a story
Wait what? I think i missed that.
Oh wait, no. I didn't miss that, i was just a bit confused as to what you were speaking of
That cannot work. He can't be that stupid.
Hah, this made laugh. Super Death, from the people who brought you Super Satan
Yeah. Did he get an aneurysm or something?
God damnit, Poe. What have you done now!
Not well, obviously
I am entirely fine with this. I have no emotional bond to Theresa in any way. I have more of a bond to the nameless Knights and Soldiers she killed.
The End of his World is just the beginning of the next world. And it will be heralded by Fire!
Or SOLDIER. You can style their hair in awesome ways and give them giant-ass, impractical-but-awesome swords and make them all broody and emo.
And then, sometime in the future of this world, but only a few weeks after Poe has shifted, someone will break in and find Poe
Huh, yeah he actually has a change to leave a world better off, compared to making it worse.
Napalm. Gratuitous amounts of it.
Probably one of the people worshiping you as a god
Oh yeah. That's her name!
Aaaaand.... FIRE!
OR he might have died like that.
Fuck! If he hurts Undine, i will do something. I don't know what, because i can't do shit.
Go kick his ass Poe Rider!
I'm gonna stop here, and make a single post for the last chapter
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
Is it possible for Medusa to make herself a physical body from the materials you supplied her and walk out of the House of the Rising Sun?
Hye
Reader of The Long Words
- Location
- In the middle of a story
You forgot FABULOUS
Yes. Kill it. Destroy it! PURGE IT!
You're gonna get your ass kicked, that's what's gonna happen
~Broken wings won't hold you down~
Ghost Zone?
Yeah... Penance Stare requires one to see right? Does it count if it's a fricking skeleton? Apparently not.
Or he might just have been batshit crazy. And fuck, this is not good. This might not work on The Ghost Rider, but Poe is still a part of that being. And Poe has a lot of regrets.
A lot of mistakes and regrets.
Shit...
And you destroyed the paper just before it happened :/
No. No it's not. But i got the feeling that the Fake was only after getting you to Shift.
And i am now caught up. Man, @Ars Poetica , it's been one hell of a ride
A very awesome, confusing, funny and infuriating ride. There's a lot to be said about your characters, some good, some bad and almost all awesome in their own way. Poe is a trainwreck(heh) that goes from place to place and often leaves it worse than when he arrived. But he does his best and tries to make everyone happy. He took some of the worst, best and lovable enemies from different settings and befriended them, after absorbing them, and even got a Hot Snek Milf out of it.
Fuck this is an awesome story, Ars. Just brilliant. I really look forward to finding out where he ends up.
And as always. Fuck Visola and Shou Tucker with a rusty pitchfork.
"God Damnit, Poe..."A friend just asked me to summarize the entire plot of this story so far.
...Anyone wanna contribute? Feel free to be as concise or as convoluted as you'd like.
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
It's not her fault she likes peaches.
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
- Location
- Australia
hmm...
what about a remote control body? she stays safe in Poes head, and controls the other body from afar?
also, there is an unfortunate lack of her taking advantage that only Poe can see and hear her out of his head...
Chapter 290
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
I can already tell that this is going to be fun. Can't you?
-x-
My eyes opened at the sound of water slowly dripping out of a broken, exposed pipe. My ears zeroed in on where the droplet would land; it pitter-pattered against an overturned car of some sort.
At some point in my search, I'd fallen asleep. With no idea where I was, and with nobody around for at least a mile in every direction, I found my way to a small, overturned house. Or I guess it was an apartment building before it was flipped over – the ground having snapped and quaked, causing it to fall.
What used to be the side of the building was now passable as a kind of bridge between two cliff sides. I rested on a wall and reminisced about my headquarters way back in Amestris, my head tilted to the side. It was probably destroyed by now, but the memory brought a smile to my face.
There was another drip, a small droplet of water falling from above me. It went right past my face and through the open door that gently swung back and forth with the wind. Glancing up, I caught a glimpse of the red sky just as it changed a little… it looked kind of yellow now, but not really.
I cracked my neck and stood on the wall. All the furniture in the room was covered in dust and collapsed on its side, but that wasn't an issue for me as I made a short hop and fell through the open doorway. One hand lashed out to grasp the doorknob, briefly stopping my fall as I swung my legs.
The wood broke free of the building just as I let go, and my body struck one side of the cliff – each hand clenching tightly against one rock or another. So continued my descent… Now I started close to the top of a city in the sky, or at least one that was high enough to give that impression. Logic dictated that if I couldn't find anything on top, then I'd have to start heading lower.
My feet impacted the bottom of the broken car, denting it slightly and rocking it back. With another quick jump, I was on solid ground again. It was dark down here, with high rock walls to either side of me. Turning around, I found my way blocked by piles upon piles of debris and broken things.
Whatever caused this forced canyon certainly didn't stop the people from using it as a dumping ground for unwanted junk. In any case, that left me one solid route to go on. Someone had a lot of shit to answer for, and I was going to find that person come hell or high water.
-x-
"Is this a bad time?" Desiree asked me.
"Nah," I shook my head, "It's fine. I'm not doing much in the real world right now, so you'll have to settle for my simulated self here… If anything, I should be asking you if this is okay."
The genie sighed, "We've been over this, Poe." With a smile, she tilted her head and shrugged a shoulder. "I'd prefer to have you here in person, but this works just as well. Where should we begin today?"
"Uh, you asked about my friend last time, so… um… You still wanna know about him?"
"Are you willing to say more?"
"Sure."
"Then by all means…" she waved her hand towards me, giving it just a little bit of flair.
I nodded, "Alright, so, let's see… quarterback of the local team, really into sports, oh! I know, so this one time I'm screwing around at the tunnel, right? And he just sees me there, alone, and he asks what I'm doing. I tell him I'm being a conductor and he just walks on up and asks how he can help. I tell him, "you get to be engineer". He was cool with it. We had a lot of fun that day, at least 'til he found the needle."
"You mentioned that the tunnel was a 'drug haven'."
"Yeah," I nodded, "My town had a real drug problem while I was growing up. This one time, a couple of guys hopped up on shit stole my mother's mailbox and threw it through the window of the high school science building. That happened when I was… six…? But most of the time, they just messed around at the bottom of the hill, down by the tunnel."
"I imagine that finding that needle must have ruined your day."
"Mine? Nah, but, I guess it ruined his, though," I shook my head. "He knew what was going on – came with being a little older than me. But it just never clicked that finding something like that was weird. I mean, it was the tunnel. Stuff happened there all the time. Finding weird things like screws or spare change or needles, it happened." I shrugged, "Just a weird place. No big deal."
Desiree didn't look very convinced.
-x-
The first sign that I wasn't alone was the sound of breathing. After walking for almost an hour with nothing to occupy me but my thoughts, I'd found my way into what looked like the lower part of a major metropolis. The slums, even before this city was abandoned, must have been one hell of a sight to see.
I couldn't help but notice the larger apartment complexes that served as pillars to support the "cave" I'd walked into. Roads were still covered in cracks and lines of grass and mold, while the sun shone through the open ceiling – was that why the sky turned an odd shade of yellow? I doubted it. Something else was going on.
Anyway, the breathing… I could tell it was coming from a young woman. She had to have been in her early twenties, thereabouts – though I wasn't about to deny that I might've been blindly guessing. I was taller than her by at least a foot, and she seemed kind of heavy. Actually, each step she took I could feel a vibration running through her body.
How dense was her skeletal structure?
Then there was another pulse of sound, someone was walking towards me. I heard something clicking. That was… a gun, most certainly. It belonged to an adult male, about six feet in height, and someone was falling towards me.
Oh shit, someone was falling towards me–
I felt a young woman's body impact me, she was wrapped in deceptively thick armor and suddenly swords. No warning, no foresight, there were swords floating behind her in a halo and they were swinging at me. I was already bringing up my gauntlets to defend myself just as I heard the young, heavy woman suddenly start running.
She was quick, but not impossible to counter. I was more concerned with the chick currently telepathically swinging blades at me. Wait, no, not telepathically. It had to be raw, magnetic force. A single, red eye focused on me and I charged towards it.
Rolling did nothing, so I released a slight pulse of sound from my gauntlets and channeled it below my feet. If a Zanpakuto was an expression of my soul, then I always had some of its power… so I gambled on that, and was rewarded with a loud smack as my fist drove itself into her gut.
She seemed surprised that I'd suddenly hopped up and threw my entire bodyweight into that one punch. I didn't let on that I had no idea what I was doing as I turned around her. With my other hand, I reached down behind her lower back and flipped her around.
But the mechanical girl – at least a cyborg – recovered fast and began floating away. Below her, I saw the figure of a young girl with black hair charging towards me. The sun reflected off of a pair of claws above each of her hands as she began swinging.
Slow, slow, too slow; I just stepped back and avoided each strike – ow. The sudden burst of speed came totally unexpected as an almost invisible aura surrounded her. I firmed my stance and threw a solid punch at her.
With strength I know she didn't have beforehand, she caught my fist and suddenly began rolling around it. That's the best way I have to describe the acrobatic maneuver she did, because one moment she was holding my arm and the next, she had both hands on my gauntlet and had thrown her entire body around my limb.
I was falling to the ground just as I felt something slip out from beneath my feet. One of the mechanical girl's swords had fallen to the ground, and I'd stepped on the flat side of a blade without even realizing it.
My back was level to the ground as I began to fall, when suddenly I forced my wings out from my back. They were broken, and they still hadn't healed. The feeling of agonizing pain that rushed up my entire spine was worth the look of shock on the girl's face though, because even if my wings were shattered they still kept me from falling to the ground properly.
I rolled over her, blasting out some noise from my gauntlet that forced her to let go of me as I pinned her to the ground and looked up.
The hilt of one of the cyborg girl's swords was so close to my nose I could feel the air displacing itself. That was, what, an inch? Quickly, I tilted my head to the side and let it pass me by. I pressed down, keeping my hold on the girl firm before leaping up and withdrawing my wings.
Shifting into my chimeric form, I began charging up and away. Each bound took me higher up one of the underground buildings. There was one person who hadn't participated in this so far, and it was the guy with the gun.
He knew I was coming for him as I zeroed in on his building, about a hundred yards away from where I was just attacked. It only took me two jumps to reach the fifth floor, and hardly any effort to roll through the open, shattered window and into a dusty room.
My foot squeaked.
…Looking down, I realized I landed on a little doll. Huh. Okay.
Now back to chasing down the gunman.
I could hear him running as he made it to the end of the hallway and threw himself over the railing for the stairs. Well, fuck dealing with that shit. I just turned around, jumped out the window, and threw myself through the window on the lower floor – shit, crap, fuck, ow!
Who the fuck installs a window in a goddamn broom closet?! Who does that! I mean, seriously, what the actual hell! What kind of janitor needs a fucking view? Ugh, fuck, my foot was stuck in an old bucket and I do not want to imagine what the hell was in it.
So I kick off the bucket with one foot and punch open the door with my gauntlet. At that, I heard a satisfying fwhack as the wood door flew open and knocked the gunman on his ass. I stepped out and shut the door behind me, my chimeric features fading. "Opening into the hallway? This building is not up to code." I blinked, "Uhh… that's a nice gun you've got there."
The onyx colored pistol's long barrel glinted, as the man watched me. "How did you–"
"Window." I answered. I could hear a long-forgotten mop fall down and clatter against the wooden floor.
"…In a closet?"
"I know, right?!"
I heard something whistling towards me from outside the building, human-shaped… oh, that's clever. The cyborg girl was magnetically lifting the black haired girl, and she just slingshot her towards me. She was coming at me feet first, aiming to kick the side of my head like some kind of horse.
How about no?
I stepped back, watching her break through the closed door, then fly past me as she broke through yet a door on the opposite side of the hallway leading to another room… and kept going through another window with a loud crash… "Um," I coughed awkwardly, "Is she going to be okay?"
The man's expression was downright constipated, "She's been through worse." He said, still pointing his really cool-looking gun at me.
"Awesome." A sword flew towards me, and I reached up to catch it by the hilt. "Can you tell your lady friends to stop trying to not-kill me? One hilt-throw is an accident; two is an attempt at deliberate capture."
"I… ah, yes. Yes I can."
"Cool." I paused, swinging the magnetically charged blade in my hand to knock the next sword that flew at me out of the air. "Now, please? I've just had a really shitty day, and you're kind of starting to annoy me. Just a little."
Then the man slowly reached into his jacket pocket, and what a nice jacket it was, to draw out a walkie-talkie… a very familiar walkie-talkie, with three arrows in a circle pointing to the center – Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me.
"Kokonoe," the man said, "It's Godo. We've found our guest."
-x-
One Foot on the Platform
OR: One Foot on the Train
End-290
-x-
My eyes opened at the sound of water slowly dripping out of a broken, exposed pipe. My ears zeroed in on where the droplet would land; it pitter-pattered against an overturned car of some sort.
At some point in my search, I'd fallen asleep. With no idea where I was, and with nobody around for at least a mile in every direction, I found my way to a small, overturned house. Or I guess it was an apartment building before it was flipped over – the ground having snapped and quaked, causing it to fall.
What used to be the side of the building was now passable as a kind of bridge between two cliff sides. I rested on a wall and reminisced about my headquarters way back in Amestris, my head tilted to the side. It was probably destroyed by now, but the memory brought a smile to my face.
There was another drip, a small droplet of water falling from above me. It went right past my face and through the open door that gently swung back and forth with the wind. Glancing up, I caught a glimpse of the red sky just as it changed a little… it looked kind of yellow now, but not really.
I cracked my neck and stood on the wall. All the furniture in the room was covered in dust and collapsed on its side, but that wasn't an issue for me as I made a short hop and fell through the open doorway. One hand lashed out to grasp the doorknob, briefly stopping my fall as I swung my legs.
The wood broke free of the building just as I let go, and my body struck one side of the cliff – each hand clenching tightly against one rock or another. So continued my descent… Now I started close to the top of a city in the sky, or at least one that was high enough to give that impression. Logic dictated that if I couldn't find anything on top, then I'd have to start heading lower.
My feet impacted the bottom of the broken car, denting it slightly and rocking it back. With another quick jump, I was on solid ground again. It was dark down here, with high rock walls to either side of me. Turning around, I found my way blocked by piles upon piles of debris and broken things.
Whatever caused this forced canyon certainly didn't stop the people from using it as a dumping ground for unwanted junk. In any case, that left me one solid route to go on. Someone had a lot of shit to answer for, and I was going to find that person come hell or high water.
-x-
"Is this a bad time?" Desiree asked me.
"Nah," I shook my head, "It's fine. I'm not doing much in the real world right now, so you'll have to settle for my simulated self here… If anything, I should be asking you if this is okay."
The genie sighed, "We've been over this, Poe." With a smile, she tilted her head and shrugged a shoulder. "I'd prefer to have you here in person, but this works just as well. Where should we begin today?"
"Uh, you asked about my friend last time, so… um… You still wanna know about him?"
"Are you willing to say more?"
"Sure."
"Then by all means…" she waved her hand towards me, giving it just a little bit of flair.
I nodded, "Alright, so, let's see… quarterback of the local team, really into sports, oh! I know, so this one time I'm screwing around at the tunnel, right? And he just sees me there, alone, and he asks what I'm doing. I tell him I'm being a conductor and he just walks on up and asks how he can help. I tell him, "you get to be engineer". He was cool with it. We had a lot of fun that day, at least 'til he found the needle."
"You mentioned that the tunnel was a 'drug haven'."
"Yeah," I nodded, "My town had a real drug problem while I was growing up. This one time, a couple of guys hopped up on shit stole my mother's mailbox and threw it through the window of the high school science building. That happened when I was… six…? But most of the time, they just messed around at the bottom of the hill, down by the tunnel."
"I imagine that finding that needle must have ruined your day."
"Mine? Nah, but, I guess it ruined his, though," I shook my head. "He knew what was going on – came with being a little older than me. But it just never clicked that finding something like that was weird. I mean, it was the tunnel. Stuff happened there all the time. Finding weird things like screws or spare change or needles, it happened." I shrugged, "Just a weird place. No big deal."
Desiree didn't look very convinced.
-x-
The first sign that I wasn't alone was the sound of breathing. After walking for almost an hour with nothing to occupy me but my thoughts, I'd found my way into what looked like the lower part of a major metropolis. The slums, even before this city was abandoned, must have been one hell of a sight to see.
I couldn't help but notice the larger apartment complexes that served as pillars to support the "cave" I'd walked into. Roads were still covered in cracks and lines of grass and mold, while the sun shone through the open ceiling – was that why the sky turned an odd shade of yellow? I doubted it. Something else was going on.
Anyway, the breathing… I could tell it was coming from a young woman. She had to have been in her early twenties, thereabouts – though I wasn't about to deny that I might've been blindly guessing. I was taller than her by at least a foot, and she seemed kind of heavy. Actually, each step she took I could feel a vibration running through her body.
How dense was her skeletal structure?
Then there was another pulse of sound, someone was walking towards me. I heard something clicking. That was… a gun, most certainly. It belonged to an adult male, about six feet in height, and someone was falling towards me.
Oh shit, someone was falling towards me–
I felt a young woman's body impact me, she was wrapped in deceptively thick armor and suddenly swords. No warning, no foresight, there were swords floating behind her in a halo and they were swinging at me. I was already bringing up my gauntlets to defend myself just as I heard the young, heavy woman suddenly start running.
She was quick, but not impossible to counter. I was more concerned with the chick currently telepathically swinging blades at me. Wait, no, not telepathically. It had to be raw, magnetic force. A single, red eye focused on me and I charged towards it.
Rolling did nothing, so I released a slight pulse of sound from my gauntlets and channeled it below my feet. If a Zanpakuto was an expression of my soul, then I always had some of its power… so I gambled on that, and was rewarded with a loud smack as my fist drove itself into her gut.
She seemed surprised that I'd suddenly hopped up and threw my entire bodyweight into that one punch. I didn't let on that I had no idea what I was doing as I turned around her. With my other hand, I reached down behind her lower back and flipped her around.
But the mechanical girl – at least a cyborg – recovered fast and began floating away. Below her, I saw the figure of a young girl with black hair charging towards me. The sun reflected off of a pair of claws above each of her hands as she began swinging.
Slow, slow, too slow; I just stepped back and avoided each strike – ow. The sudden burst of speed came totally unexpected as an almost invisible aura surrounded her. I firmed my stance and threw a solid punch at her.
With strength I know she didn't have beforehand, she caught my fist and suddenly began rolling around it. That's the best way I have to describe the acrobatic maneuver she did, because one moment she was holding my arm and the next, she had both hands on my gauntlet and had thrown her entire body around my limb.
I was falling to the ground just as I felt something slip out from beneath my feet. One of the mechanical girl's swords had fallen to the ground, and I'd stepped on the flat side of a blade without even realizing it.
My back was level to the ground as I began to fall, when suddenly I forced my wings out from my back. They were broken, and they still hadn't healed. The feeling of agonizing pain that rushed up my entire spine was worth the look of shock on the girl's face though, because even if my wings were shattered they still kept me from falling to the ground properly.
I rolled over her, blasting out some noise from my gauntlet that forced her to let go of me as I pinned her to the ground and looked up.
The hilt of one of the cyborg girl's swords was so close to my nose I could feel the air displacing itself. That was, what, an inch? Quickly, I tilted my head to the side and let it pass me by. I pressed down, keeping my hold on the girl firm before leaping up and withdrawing my wings.
Shifting into my chimeric form, I began charging up and away. Each bound took me higher up one of the underground buildings. There was one person who hadn't participated in this so far, and it was the guy with the gun.
He knew I was coming for him as I zeroed in on his building, about a hundred yards away from where I was just attacked. It only took me two jumps to reach the fifth floor, and hardly any effort to roll through the open, shattered window and into a dusty room.
My foot squeaked.
…Looking down, I realized I landed on a little doll. Huh. Okay.
Now back to chasing down the gunman.
I could hear him running as he made it to the end of the hallway and threw himself over the railing for the stairs. Well, fuck dealing with that shit. I just turned around, jumped out the window, and threw myself through the window on the lower floor – shit, crap, fuck, ow!
Who the fuck installs a window in a goddamn broom closet?! Who does that! I mean, seriously, what the actual hell! What kind of janitor needs a fucking view? Ugh, fuck, my foot was stuck in an old bucket and I do not want to imagine what the hell was in it.
So I kick off the bucket with one foot and punch open the door with my gauntlet. At that, I heard a satisfying fwhack as the wood door flew open and knocked the gunman on his ass. I stepped out and shut the door behind me, my chimeric features fading. "Opening into the hallway? This building is not up to code." I blinked, "Uhh… that's a nice gun you've got there."
The onyx colored pistol's long barrel glinted, as the man watched me. "How did you–"
"Window." I answered. I could hear a long-forgotten mop fall down and clatter against the wooden floor.
"…In a closet?"
"I know, right?!"
I heard something whistling towards me from outside the building, human-shaped… oh, that's clever. The cyborg girl was magnetically lifting the black haired girl, and she just slingshot her towards me. She was coming at me feet first, aiming to kick the side of my head like some kind of horse.
How about no?
I stepped back, watching her break through the closed door, then fly past me as she broke through yet a door on the opposite side of the hallway leading to another room… and kept going through another window with a loud crash… "Um," I coughed awkwardly, "Is she going to be okay?"
The man's expression was downright constipated, "She's been through worse." He said, still pointing his really cool-looking gun at me.
"Awesome." A sword flew towards me, and I reached up to catch it by the hilt. "Can you tell your lady friends to stop trying to not-kill me? One hilt-throw is an accident; two is an attempt at deliberate capture."
"I… ah, yes. Yes I can."
"Cool." I paused, swinging the magnetically charged blade in my hand to knock the next sword that flew at me out of the air. "Now, please? I've just had a really shitty day, and you're kind of starting to annoy me. Just a little."
Then the man slowly reached into his jacket pocket, and what a nice jacket it was, to draw out a walkie-talkie… a very familiar walkie-talkie, with three arrows in a circle pointing to the center – Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me.
"Kokonoe," the man said, "It's Godo. We've found our guest."
-x-
One Foot on the Platform
OR: One Foot on the Train
End-290
Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
Blazblue and you might be fucked again but congratulations you set a record
BobtjeNORMALguy
Color From Beyond
- Location
- Lost in time and space
I don't know anything about this world.. So anyone willing to give a summery? Also On a scale of 1 to Poe how bad is this?
NeoDarklight
Lord of Mind
I've only played a bit of the first Blazblue once, with that vampire-like guy with the Azure Grimoire who steals health with his special attack, but from the context of that one time? It seems that part of the setting is The End Of Time. And that's only part of the background. I may not know the full story just yet, but I can tell it's bad.
Plus, the SCP Foundation is obviously involved, so it's already FUBAR.
Plus, the SCP Foundation is obviously involved, so it's already FUBAR.
NeoDarklight
Lord of Mind
...I just realized that there will be rather interesting results if Poe ever manages to meet Dr. Alto Clef of the SCP Foundation. Remember what was revealed in that one containment breach where the Foundation considered reclassifying him when it was discovered that he was, in fact, Lucifer, the Morningstar? Made transparent rather than spoilered because it's too short to keep in a spoiler without messing up the structure of the post.
There's a guy who can casually cut through time. He's currently running around at 20% of his power and existence due to dimensional shenanigans.
There is a system of sorts in place that force resets the world in 100 year timelines.
One of the main villains is quite literally the God of Trolls. Asshole does not die.
The setting is grey and black with little to no White left in it. Attempts at whiting it are countered with more 'Oh, shit.'
And much more that I can't remember.
Do you know Guilty Gear?
If you do, then this series is basically a much more complicated Guilty Gear in terms of story, with a slightly lower power level scale. It places emphasis on crazy ass conceptual bullshit and other things, like the afore mentioned timeline shenanigans, soul stealing abominations, talking cats, screwed up families...
... Kinda like the Nasuverse, now that I think about it.
Hye
Reader of The Long Words
- Location
- In the middle of a story
I still have no idea where this is.
Wait what? I thought he was on a floating island-city thing
Hmm, still not ringing any bells
Yeah, Telekinetic. Telepathic is something else entirely
Or that. Basically it's either Jean Gray or Magneto
For a second i thought it was RWBY and that it was Ruby and Penny...
...But then this happened and killed that idea...
...Just to have this trying to revive it again.
Nice going, Poe...
Hah
Aw, crap
Oooh! I have no idea who these people are!
Everyone else says BlazBlue. I know of the games, but nothing more than it being a fighting game.
- Location
- The Z-Cave
Blazblue, huh? So videogames can be on the list. Never played the games but I have an inkling of the plot. Overpowered shonen villains manipulate everyone with a vague plan and time travel that really shouldn't work but does anyway because plot.
But the real question is where at the 'beginning' did Poe end up? At the first Blazblue game, before the Black Beast, somewhere else?
Wait, the new Ghost Rider had green flames, a fedora, and a soul of pure evil that couldn't be burned...Is he Yuuki Terumi?
But the real question is where at the 'beginning' did Poe end up? At the first Blazblue game, before the Black Beast, somewhere else?
Wait, the new Ghost Rider had green flames, a fedora, and a soul of pure evil that couldn't be burned...Is he Yuuki Terumi?
- Location
- .
It's also an anime.
Fuck the anime.
...
...
SON OF A-! HOW DOES THAT EVEN-
No. No. Terumi definitely has a soul that can be gibbed. His soul is very much erasable.
...
If he is Terumi I will rage like anything. I swear, I will become Doomguy incarnate.
Edit: OP just rated this.
... Excuse me, getting a shotgun. Just in case.
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Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
Certainly, beings that don't have souls cannot have their souls burnt by the Penance Stare. That always went without saying. The bit about a soul being immune to the Penance Stare after it's already happened is a bit that's never come up before. But for someone who is hopelessly nuts? To a person that is completely monstrous, someone who is hopelessly awful... that kind of person has always been immune to the Penance Stare.
- Location
- The Z-Cave
Aka Yuuki Terumi, a man who exists to be as evil as possible.