Friday 17 November 2023

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> Indiscriminately beating on Enforcers and Mutineers alike to dampen both sides of power and deplete their resources was "good" and all, but... you really don't care about this. Sure, it's probably important, but it's none of your concern, not directly. So when your palmhusk buzzes off, you grab it from your trench coat's pocket, giving it a look over. There a few messages: one from the Boss Lady, a few from some privated number, and another from a different number. The Boss Lady was letting you know that tonight's the night- already, huh? And you don't have a full team built either. Oh well. You need to get out of the war zone. No place to go but forward. It was easy really— charging through, breaking all manner of arms and legs, just to escape into the city and find a good spot to change back into casual wear. Been a while since you wore your regular outfit. Hm.[br] [br]The first private number sends coordinates, woth their second message being <4 Hours>. Simple enough. The coordinates lead out to a desert. Wonderful, the middle of nowhere with civilization just a few 100 miles away in either direction. The second private number is... a sigh escapes your gills. Just some nonsense from that Purple. Something about expecting you to be an entertaining Sage or whatever. You have a word to get out.[br] [br][color=#626262]~~[/color] incongruousGrandeur[IG] [color=#626262]is no longer an idle troll ~~[/color] 23:45:46

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[color=#626262]~~[/color] incongruousGrandeur[IG] [color=#626262] sent COORDINATES to the memo ~~[/color] 23:47:21

GM: Uh… Bit late… T㊅bi menti㊅ned y㊅ur matter… t㊅㊅k t㊅㊅ l㊅ng 23:48:02

> Was it a good idea to put those coordinates in there? No. Not at all, but you don't have time for meticulous planning. Big net, wide array of catches. In any case, if the wrong people show, they'll probably just be murdered. Can't fret over every blood blot that'll decorate your hands when you die. 23:53:19

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GM: N㊅t impatient, uh… ㊅verlapping plans 23:54:22

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[color=#626262]~~[/color] incongruousGrandeur[IG] [color=#626262]is now an idle troll ~~[/color] 23:57:06

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> Cliody watches Rarava get thrown into the nearby dorm. She checks her wristbound chronometer and sighs. “The Antimule’s loss in earlier than estimated. Gaijin throw the smoke pellet.” Cliody swaps her shotgun and with a hook and wire. She attaches the wire to a waist harness under her trench coat and rappels down the side of the dorm. Cliody pushes through the riot with Gaijin tethered to her hand. A hemohound charges at her. The eyeless, drooling beast wants a taste of jadeblood. Cliody reflexively fires a shell of rock salt, scaring away the hound. “Stay alert Gaijin, you will not know what hit you.” The two trolls make it to the clown-shaped hole in the other dorm. Rarava is unconscious in a pile of rubble. “Gaijin, hoist the antimule in a complex web of mucle fibres and follow me. We are abandoning the campus.” Gaijin follow Cliody through a well-hidden door into the city tunnels. 23:59:48

Saturday 18 November 2023

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[color=blue]> they do as told throwing the smoke screen, even casting a mist of their own blood about them to cover their scent in blue before cradling the purple on their back with muscles and skin that would take form of a proper sling. "Yes, take the lead... Violet is... insufferable to say the least." 00:05:49

> cyberneticJunkie [CJ] Is no longer an idle troll! 00:06:00

CJ: What2zzz Up 00:06:46

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((i hate mobile so much 00:08:54

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((mood 00:09:12

(skill issue :v 00:09:14

GM: Much, t㊅㊅ much… be careful g㊅ing ㊅utside 00:09:42

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> The bolt zaps the Cavalreaper in a flash of sparks. The smell of soldering leather and burnt flesh overwhems your smell. Wincing in pain the reaper cries, [color=orange] “Sick that voltfucker!”[/color] Armed with two rows of serrated teeth, the blind hemohound leaps at Zidris. The Officer is free to direct his attention to the Purple Menace. Holstering his cudgel, He pulls out a steel wired lasso. [color=orange] “Get over here you villain freak!” [/color] He snags Suratn’s leg with the cable, giving a firm tug. 00:16:21

((Suratn and Zedris need to roll)) 00:16:41

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((What kinda roll? Like for evasion/strike chance? 00:29:02

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> Whilest the reaper fight and escape occured, all radio traffic fell dead before all channels begin to play classic Troll Frank Sinatra and some other classics! Rebel Radio Omni-FM/AM is on the air forevermore! Meanwhile, planes where now being readied up for bombardment and fierce attack! 00:32:34

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And it erased my response 00:45:31

((I must rewrite again, trying to write them separate responses for sur and zidris 00:46:02

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[color=#BA941A]Zidris[/color][color=red]:[/color][color=#BA941A]> Zidris holds his ground, prepared to intercept the hound with a grab, he rolled a six though so maybe he intends to just let the hound come to him before trying to reduce it to ash with his psionics, all depends on what the hound rolls. 00:54:53

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[color=#A22222]Suratn:[/color][color=#A22222]> As the wire pulls at her leg she keeps herself grounded with her psionocs through her other leg, and takes out her wire cutters to try and cut at the lasso, she does squeak because that hurts and all, but given she rolled a 4 for this instance if reaper guy rolls higher shes getting dragged downwards 01:09:33

> You have places to be. You don't have any time left. It was a good enough run. Now all that's left for you is come to an end. First... you will need a ride. Never owned a buggy of any kind- never saw the use for one when you had stamina and endurance to run all over the place, not to mention it made for some good training and roadwork when you were a little runt-y upstart as a yakuza. Shame it'll all be ending. Oh well. Hmmm.... you guess since this is your last night existing, you'll do something you always thought of...[br] [br]The colors race past you, the lights blur by as you accelerate, using your own goggles to cover your eyes rather than the helmet. The roaring of the engine, the yelp of the tires as you drift around bends, and the exhilarating revving as you twist the throttle and weave between traffic- bottom of your jacket blustering in the wind. A Buggycycle. That's something you've always wanted. You understand why the you of before put so much consideration into it; it's quite the endeavor— far different from when you rode with CJ. You boom through the city and reach the outskirts, screeching to a halt as you slide to look back, putting a foot to the ground as you watch the city from a distance. Mm. Farewell, take care. You whip off and let the engine rip as you blast off further and further away into the less inhabited areas before turning off of any reasonable road and racing off into the dirt that gives way to sand after an hour or so. Closer. 01:29:55

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[color=black]> Onboard the stratospheric ODG Reluctance, ultra-definition cameras see unregistered, traitorous planes take off. The Aeromarine assembles a squad of abject fighters to intercept the bombers. From runway chutes the length of a stadium, the fighters scream down to city airspace. Elsewhere, the radio waves are heard by relay stations all over the district and finally broadcasted by ultrablue laser to the HEEF Surveillance Base 4 on the Green Moon. Midblood analysts pivot from monitoring private memos to tracing the pirate radio waves. 01:46:26

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> The radio waves had no traceable source, any that were fully traced returned to high blood neighbor hoods or far abandoned bunkers, though doing this triggered a rather intense proxy hack. All empire coms, data, and computers attached to these networks were slowly being consumed by a carnivorous virus. There will be no way to contact the outside, no way to send for orders or receive. Full compromised status! That is unless you were to cease all comms with the infected devices, though that will prove hard since the empire always wants their sit rep and order distribution. The planes take off without their pilots at the sounds of counterattack, controlled by remotes as they take to the skies with gins holding flash and disrupter rounds. Dummies, all of them to distract as something big rises from the forests. Several things?? Reclaimed Day-Walker Drones!!! Painted in mutant colors and made to look as if they were Kamen Riders! they even seem to be walking along side Armed War-Buggys that will attempt to shot down anything flying! No longer are these acts of terrorism, these are acts of War, defiance, and directed chaos! The unit now makes it's way to where the meeting was being held. [br] Meanwhile in the war room, Tobira and his First Lieutenant were moving pieces and setting new ones. It seems like they're pulling out all the tricks for this, and by the looks of the purple figures, they're about to bring out the especially silly ones! 02:05:07

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> With a harsh tug, the Purple Menace is unmoored from the wall. She is sent falling to the ground with a harsh thud. [color=orange] “Not so smart now, you lick of capeshit trash. This will teach you.” [/color] The Cavalreaper raises his cudgel to strike the prone Suratn. Meanwhile Zidris takes a defensive stance. The charging Hound is deflected by a crackling wall of red-golden light. However, the power fizzles away as quickly as it formed. The hound snarls and circles him, priming for another attack. 02:37:14

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[color=#BA941A]Zidris[/color][color=red]:[/color][color=#BA941A]> He is not being defensive in the slightest, he is fighting offense with offense. With his hands and arms a glow with sparking psionics, he tries to grab the hound, if any grabbing is successful he will try to send an overloading charge of his psionics into the hound… even if he ends up getting bitten, he is gonna try reducing the thing to ash. He is angry. (And he rollls a… 12) 02:44:17

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[color=#A22222]Suratn:[/color][color=#A22222]> Suratn on the other hand is more defensive and evasive, as she’s on the floor and with her leg possibly tangled in lasso and a cudgel rapidly incoming she attempts to quickly take out her kamas to catch and guard against the attack, but remaining partially prone on the floor is still not a good position to be in(Roll has given her 6 points of defense) 02:50:54

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[color=black]> Deep below the Canyon Wastes lies the joint Army/Navy INTCOM. It is a nexus for 3 AU of fibre-optic cable and the center of a galaxy-wide network. In the monitor room, a large screen of green hexagons quickly turns red as the super-virus spreads. 45.5921% infected, 55.1113% infected…The Indigo-Major wipes away the sweat pouring from his face. Why’d he pick today to quit sugar!! No matter, they have a plan. The building-sized power switch is flipped off; cutting power to the entire complex. It takes 20 trolls to switch it back. They’ve stopped the infection, but the military network is down until the updates finish installing. 03:02:44

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> Windows 20 moment 03:03:50

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> This should still hopefully provide enough silence to cause a spike in chaos and gain traction for the Day Walker units and Day Rider units to get to the meeting in place. The Voodoo Troopers soon arrive to the base of operations, preparing to do their part in helping run counter offensive where needed and back up 03:15:28

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[color=black]> Without INTCOM, the military defaults to local command: The ODG Reluctance command crew steers with wheels and levers. The wayward abject-fighters plummet powerlessly to the planet and replaced by ace pilots. Swarmanagers direct steel-clad bio-drones with spray pheromones. Army Attank squads drive down the clogged city boulevards talking with SPAM radio. And Orbit Guard relaxes stylishly(unaffected). 03:20:29

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> The Day Rider units ride into the city, running counter against the Attank's using speed and urban death race tactics to out manouver and disable them while the Day Walker drones move to counter the drones and show off their upgrades consisting of Martial Arts AI, energy weapons, and team fighting! 03:29:00

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[color=black]> Underground within the city’s tunnels, past a repurposed inertron vault door lies the Secret Rebel base. The doortroll inside had grown used to a constant rumble from the city above, one can only imagine the the surprise when he hears a gentle rapping from just outside: a password in morse code. Curious the troll opens the vault door to reveal[/color] Cliody, Gaijin carrying an unconscious Ravava. “Good evening, take us to the boss immediately.” Cliody checks her wristbound chronometer. “We are 6 minutes behind schedule, so Tobira Makato should be expecting us.” 03:55:48

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> they troll opened their mouth to speak before interrupted by a Tobira's echoing voice. "Come in, wipe your shoes off, and gear up for an assault." they spoke from the war room as many purple clurch sect members poor out to get kitted in the armory (Several folding tables covered in armaments, ammo, and armor) 04:01:46

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> "Thank you for your hospitality, Leader. I have got all the shotguns I need for the assault," she says, swiping her hand across the table, converting piles of shotgun shells into sylladex cards. "But these will be useful." She signals for Gaijin to place Rarava on a couch before ascending to the upper floor where Tobira awaits. "Tobira, do you have a moment? We need to talk about tomorrow's battle," she adds, glancing at the trolls nearby, "preferably in private." 04:46:13

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> "Tomorrow's battle?" they look to the surrounding trolls in confusion. "Very well." they start moving to the private quarters that was given, featuring plenty of stuff to remind them of home and their businesses. they close the door behind them and face the jade hemo anon. "What is it? Did something go wrong?" 05:10:55

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> "No, the plan is within 0.45σ. With my input the plan has been executed flawlessly. The Domineer's capabilites are unknown and I do not have an estimate for our victory." She stands close to Tobira so that her words do not carry far, "But let us assume that we successfully kill the reigning Empress, who will be the new Emperor?" 05:28:04

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> “that will be for the victorious to chose. I will not take the crown because I have soaked it in blood, I will offer it to the troll who is truly worthy, or perhaps I will lie, saying I will only to form a council of the hemo spectrum.” They look down in thought. 05:34:21

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((that was Tobira, my b 05:46:54

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> "That is very honorable of you. However I need to you to swear that you will not give it to the Grand Highblood nor let the power shift to the Subjuggalators. I have already run that potentiality to its farthest conclusion. It leads to nothing but division and disaster. There will be ten thousand sweeps of ruin. The race will split and the empire will fracture into petty hemocides until only a husk remains!" Cliody notices that her face sutures have torn, jadeblood drips from her wounds. She slaps both hands to her face and turns away from Gaijin in shame. "Do you have a basin or bucket to catch my blood in?" 05:53:04

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((*tobira 05:56:03

> "That is very honorable of you. However I need to you to swear that you will not give it to the Grand Highblood nor let the power shift to the Subjuggalators. I have already run that potentiality to its farthest conclusion. It leads to nothing but division and disaster. There will be ten thousand sweeps of ruin. The race will split and the empire will fracture into petty hemocides until only a husk remains!" Cliody notices that her face sutures have torn, jadeblood drips from her wounds. She slaps both hands to her face and turns away from Tobira in shame. "Do you have a basin or bucket to catch my blood in?" 05:56:47

((we are not infallible creatures)) 05:57:01

((Tobira and Gaijin are basically the same troll /j )) 06:01:42

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> Suratn raised her Kamas to block the strike, but the reaper overpowers the parry and her head with the cudgel. The Hemohound lunges at Zidris' throat, but the goldblood is no longer taking any chances and catches its teeth with his arm. Pulling the beast close, he channels raw electrical madness into the hound. The once ferocious beast slumps to the ground, whimpering in terror. 06:05:18

> They toss over a towel. "I know, sadly. I only promised them their wholeness in their religion. Sadly, i cant abide by them ruling like they wanted. I maybe purple, but my thought is of equality and preventing more of the same shit over and over again. If i am to rule, then the throne that everyone fought for will be torn down and replaced by a new one. It will not be the one they coveted, because that one will be made into jewelry adorning their horns and glitter for their glamour. If no one shows their worth, then I will take it and encase it in something, out of reach for all and declare a council rule." they proceed to offer a bucket. "There's a doctor here, bronze. Can make that all heal up by tomorrow. Real Miracle Worker that one." 06:07:11

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[color=#BA941A]Zidris[/color][color=red]:[/color][color=#BA941A]> Zidris considers intensifying his psionics on the hound, but decides to show it mercy, it is just a beast after all, even if it did rough him up. Besides he has to conserve at least a little for the reaper over there… He approaches, holding out his hands like defibrillators and overcharging himself with his psionics… though as he approaches, he hears a familiar sparking noise and squeak from the Purple Menace, after she gets hit Suratn decides to try to escape with her finished psionic enhancing belt, the belt lights up faintly as it has a reserve of power from Zidris’ psionics, and as the device empowers surs non-electrical psionics she wiggles and squirms, dragging herself out of the lasso, but simply crawling away isnt going to stop her from just being grabbed or hit again… After regaining his senses, he continues on his way to electrify the nearby reaper (Zidris roll: 18. Suratn evasion roll: 6. Also if suratn is hit again she will just go unconscious) 06:25:38

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> Cliody leans over the bucket, letting the blood drip at an even rate. "Kindness is a rare treasure, yet for the cruel, it's indistinguishable from weakness. If you fully abdicate the million-year throne, what guarantee do you have that another won't seize it from you? This is a rare circumstance for which even I lack a solution." The room falls into silence, interrupted only by the steady dripping of blood. She waits until the bleeding slows, then wipes off the scabbing with a towel, dropping it into the bucket. "It goes without saying that the contents of this conversation are not to be shared with Rarava." She composes herself and exits, leaving Tobira to ponder the weighty question. 06:49:51

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(kaaaaaaaaaa... meeeeeeeee.... haaaaaaaaaa.... MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... [i][u]HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/u][/i] 10:58:13

> You waited... and waited... even waited some more. No one showed. Of course, why did you bother thinking they would? Stupid enforcer crackdown or not, you knew this would be this way. No matter the cost, only you... it all worked itself out. Oblivion has a way of doing that for those it deems prepped to die. Upon your arrival to the exact location, you parked your temporary sweet ride randomly in the sand. It fell over. Oh well. You stepped around a bit- nothing was here. Why would they want you to go no whe- Oh. Upon stepping into the center of the current dune you were on, it gave way to a hatch of sorts? No it was the top of something burrowing out. It was an elevator. Hm.[br] [br] You board the thing, the door snapping shut and immediately shoveling itself back into the sand. It took no more than a few moments for it to become obvious you were in a clear pathway of sorts as the elevator allowed you to see the surroundings just outside of it. This place was massive. The roof must've been why the dune up top was so large. It finally stops; dropping you off in quite the imposing room— filled with nothing but Taskrauders all prepped to take you down if you tried anything funny. You walk through the great hall with stoic indifference as you get to the black marble doors baring their insignia in glistening sandstone. Here you go. Alone into the Manebeast's Den. 10:58:21

> You push open the doors, the bright overhead lights bleeding in at the end of a dark tunnel. You advance, the forces of your opposition marching along behind you. The lights get brighter until, for a mere moment, you're blinded. Your orbs adjusted quickly to the scene before you. A... stadium? No. Closer to a coliseum given the dirt ground and the way the stands are setup. Just how long have the Taskrauders been around to have something like this at their disposal? Within the massive "ring" of sorts awaits the Leader... along with his fellow 5 warriors. And off to the side in the stands closest to rings are... well. Drakev, Gardia, Vorqix, and, of course, The Boss Lady herself. It's probably going to be sad that once you die, they'll all be enslaved to work for thess guys. Does it matter? You hadn't a ghost of a chance since you made the deal, but with no one to fight with? You can't even secure what truly mattered... Mm.[br] [br]Down the steps you go, the near 200 members strong group branches off to sit in seats closest to the ring. You hop down the stairs leading to the ring and meet the opposing 6 at the center... that [color=#b30c98]Violet[/color] they've got with them seems... familiar? You guess. Who cares? It!s unimportant. This is your end. There are no more mysteries to solve, no more pieces to use, no more moves to make, no more games to play; Accept it. You slowly trudge to the center, jacket being held over your shoulder as you look at them all. 10:58:29

> [color=#00aed1]"Well? Where are your troops? Your peers that were meant to be recruited for this little scuffle you proposed? We agreed on-"[/color] "I agree to a lot of things. I agreed to bring some of the students you feel slighted you and you agreed to those rules... I held up my end of the bargain, they're all just preoccupiedwith delusions of grandeur. Or maybe they're just cowards. Either way, I tried. I'm all I've got." [color=#00aed1]"Then I suppose there's no need to proceed."[/color] The Scarred Leader huffs out a plume of smoke into your face with a smarmy grin that is mostly reserved, but clearly sinister, [color=#00aed1]"How disappointing, a real bummer. Well, we'll just move on to the part where w-"[/color] You step up to him, getting right in his, apathetically regal eyes boring into his oceanic ones, "Who said anything about giving up? I'm all I'll need. I'll take you all on. Same restrictions, same stakes. Tweak to the format; If any one of you manage to beat me... it's over- you win, but if I can beat THREE of you. Well. You get the hell out of here and leave us, the college, the students, and our businesses alone." He takes a step back, blowing more smoke into your face, his docile and stern face returning, [color=#00aed1]"You must be joking. You have nothing to bet with, no true footing to stand upon. Face it, yer done."[/color] "Then I guess all those guess all those gangs and such you wiped out were weak." 10:58:35

> [color=#00aed1]"'Scuse me?"[/color] "You're weak. Your whole organization is weak. You just so happened to be strong enough to take on some even more weak and lame cartels and mobs and such." You shrug your shoulders, the apathy never changing on your face, why are you even doing this? "I mean, if you weren't weak: why be scared of such a guaranteed win?" You turn your back to them, gently swaying your jacket around over your shoulder, [color=#00aed1]"Hmhmhm... Alright, smart mouth. Fine. We'll beat you into a past in front of your precious Clan and then once you're broken down, you'll watch us slaughter them all. Burn that cesspool of a college to the ground and beyond that? Well, you'll be alive enough for the ride. You. Clean up this mess."[/color] Chuckles had been stifling his elated laughter, finally releasing a boisterous yell as he was ordered to be first up [color=#67207e]"Ohohooooooo hehehehehehe.... Finally... I get to have that soul for myself... I can feel it in there- calling out for ME. That power you have in that body of yours will do wonders in my vast expanse!"[/color] "I don't know what you're talking about."[br] [br]The other 5 retreat to a sort of dugout-esque waiting area on the other side of the ring. Sitting back and watching. You making a quick pit stop to the seats where the Heads were seated, [color=#860789]"Zegama-"[/color] "Don't worry. It'll be over. You can count on it everyone. Thanks for the support." You'll see them again... in purgatory. 10:58:43

> You head back to the center, stepping forth to the Purple as the tower over you at least by a good foot. You drearily look up into those black holes of theirs- seeing your reflection in void, [color=#67207e]"Heheheh I told you to bring me something good, anyone! And you just... hand deliver yourself on divine platter, flayed, roasted, smothered in all matter of dressing... You're exactly what I'll need! A Strong Sage! A rival to that meager buffoon those average chucklefuckers still worship. You'll bring me a step closer to my ascension to the TRUE Messiah!"[/color] You listen to their incessant yapping, letting your fins droop. Get it over with already, "Whatever you say." Their grin widens and they chest bump you, it was shocking how much force that had. You tripped over yourself and fell on your ass... slowly getting to your feet you toss your jacket from over your shoulder into the air. Deep breahe in... calm breathe out...[br] [br]Your jacket gracefully bunches up against padded dirt floor and within that instant... [bgcolor=#67207e][i][u]C L A S H ![/u][/i][/bgcolor] You both collided shoulder charges. You both understood it had begun, him trying harder than you, but just a barely. 10:58:51

> Surely she knew... she must of understood, but even so.. why was she making such a face? Why were they all horrified? Didn't they get it? You were being beaten into a pulp. You were barely fighting back... you'd stand back up, get dribbled around off the ground and still return to your feet. He grinds into you with a knee, grappling on to the heams of your shirt and flinging you all the way into the wall, right beneath the Heads. Cracks are formed from your back imprinting upon the wall. You slowly emerge from it with a cough, [color=#860789]"ZEGAMA, STOP IT'S OKAY!"[/color] "..." Up you go. You've got some scratches, bleeding lightly, but it doesn't matter. Chucklies jeering laughter had turned into stiffled humming, his face contorting into a bit of a bored smile.[br] [br] You walk forward, uninhibited by everyone's words as they called out for you to just call it quits. Can't they see? You are quitting. You're done... this is it for your life. You beaten down with a lunging punch, face smacking to the pavement. You rest for a second before slowly getting onto all fours, starting to rise up from your knees, just to get head slammed back into the ground, [color=#67207e]"Tch... fucking BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU!?!?"[/color] his beguilement had blown a fuse into full on ire as he slammed you around the arena like a ragdoll, [color=#67207e]"YOU'RE FUCKING RUINING THIS FOR ME! CLAIMING YOUR SOUL FROM THIS WEAK BULLSHIT DISPLAY OF DEFIANCE???? IT'LL BE TAINTED MEAT!!"[/color] 10:58:58

> He drags you along the ground, hopping up and slamming you down to a stop, a small imprint being made into the ground. He looks into your uncaring eyes as his flare up with a bit of purple, animalistic roaring being emitted from his mouth. Your frown remains the same, a bit of blood trickling from it. [color=#67207e]"YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO BRING ME SOMEONE WORTHY! [i]YOU!!! WERE SUPPOSED TO BE W O R T H Y![/i] I CAN SMELL THE MUSK OF YOUR SOUL'S STRENGTH! IT'S M I N E! BUT YOU'RE POISONING IT WITH THIS SHAMEFUL DISPLAY!"[/color] He grips you tighter and lifts you off the ground, slinging one handed haymakers with his left. Your head pops back, then up, to the right; rinse and repeat. He slings you at a wall, crashing into and gripping your head.[br] [br][color=#67207e]"I WAS READY!! I WAS GOING TO SHED THE LAST OF THIS MORTAL FOLLY AND OVERTHROW THAT BUMBLING FUCKING FOOL OF LORD AND BECOME THE ONE TRUE MESSIAH!! YOUR SOUL WAS GOING TO BE PART OF THE COLLECTIVE IN MY STAGGERING POWER TO MAKE THAT SHIT HAPPEN, AND YOU SQUANDER THAT ENERGY WITH THIS FUCKING F A R C E ! ! ? ?"[/color] he drags you along the wall, breaking of fragments and leaving a trail with your back before swinging you around with a spin and throwing you high and far. You crash to the ground on your side. Yeah. He is kinda strong, for whatever that's worth. You roll over onto your back to see him; his frame overcasting your lying body as his eyes flash between that violent purple and black. A fierce scowl. 10:59:05

> He kicks your downed body, veins popping from his forehead as he grows more and more frustrated with your helpless display. This goes on a while longer; he kicks you around, you get up, he puts you down, and so on and so forth. You were surprisingly not in too bad of shape given abuse being exacted upon you. He hadn't bothered with his voodoos at all and even you can tell he isn't going as full force as he could. Eventually, you end up tumbling your way close by where the Heads were seated. Vorqix looked about ready to jump in to lend you hand... why? Doesn't he know? He does know it's meaningless right?[br] [br]Gradia, what are they doing? No... Don't waste those words of wellness and faith on you. Drekov was always slow to agitate, but he hadn't stopped fidgeting since you entered, and now? Well, he's all but in shambles at this point, fiercely fastening his mouth, gripping his fist till they're bleeding. And the Boss. Hmm. [i]Why cry over nothing? You aren't real anymore...[/i] You're taken back for a ride and end up lying down in center ring. Crazy you ended up here. 10:59:16

> For a moment, you think abour how this all could of been: if everyone had showed up rather than focusing on... whatever they thought was more important. Who were they again? Ehh... uhhh... a hook to your face decorates the dirt with violet splatter from your nose and mouth. Right. CJ. They were apart of the team, right? It would have been nice to see their psionics in action for once rather than muted and docile. Who else was there? Well, Kitoun, but it's iffy how they would have done here. You trusted them enough to not lose abruptly. There goes a shot to your ribs, followed by a crushing blow to your solar plexus. You ended up getting knocked around all the way to the opposition dugout.[br] [br]There was... a purple? Right? They were supposed to be strong or whatever... probably not. Doesn't hurt to have raw strength on the team. You had some smoldering ashes dropped on your nose from the Scarred Leader's cigar as he huffs out a , [color=#00aed1]"Game Over."[/color] soon you're dragged away, being slammed around like a hammer as the Purple loses his collective pan over your carelessness. Blanca.... you wonder how she's doing. Hm. 10:59:28

> Something wet slides down from your eye. Blood most likely. You choose to wipe away anyway only to see... see... faintly violet water? What? The purple looms overhead still prattling on, looking to finish things as he slams his fists down upon your chest causing you bounce from the ground a bit- [bgcolor=#9009ee][color=black]"YOU RUINED IT ALL, BUT I CAN STILL EXTRACT THAT POWER FROM YOU! I WANTED TO SO VIGOROUSLY BELIEVE YOU'D QUELL MY FUCKING HUNGER, BUT I INSIST ON LEARNING THE HARD WAY FOR A FUCKING LAUGH!! JUST AS ALWAYS WITH THAT FALSE IDOL!"[/color][/bgcolor] Another pound to your chest leaves you in yourself... dazed. Within your mind you see... clearly? Think clearly. No longer infested with inky black and you see... y-you..? The you from before? The husk that you are right now??[br] [br][i]'Let. Go.'[/i] Huh? [i]'Let go of that.'[/i] you point to your chest, a pusher oozing out- it wasn't... the real one. [i]'and that.'[/i] you gesture to your head, with black tar muddling it. How are you supposed to do that? You're just going to be dead. Why bother with... [color=#eec900][i]'Look outside of yourself'[/i][/color] [color=teal][i]'I really like you'[/i][/color] what is all this? Why all this now? [color=#860789][i]'We're counting on you'[/i][/color] [i]'We failed. Then we tried again, but we were forced into tough spot. We couldn't protect anyone. We almost lost [u]what really matters.[/u] But it's still there. Let. Go.'[/i] 11:00:00

> You awaken from your daze with a crash to your body. You inspect your surrounding, watching as he winds back a double axe hand. A finisher, for sure. [bgcolor=#9009ee][color=black][i]"I SHOULD'VE NEVER TRUSTED YOUR POWER! A FALSE WARRIOR! A FRAUDULENT SAGE! NO WHERE [u]NEAR EQUAL TO THE HEAVENS![/u]"[/i][/color][/bgcolor] ...You still have [u]what truly matters.[/u] He gives minor pause as he notices your apathetic gaze is replaced with a slightly cheery disposition and a mild smirk before swing down with all his might but... he only manages to crater the ground. You had rolled out of the way, and slithered through his legs to stand up behind him. You could barely contain yourself. Your smirk breached that into a full beaming smile as you started laughing, sclera dyed a blazing red. [i]You have what truly matters and more than that... you have your [u]soul[/u].[/i] "Whew! Nearly had me there, bud- oh sorry, I mean- [i]your Holiness,[/i] right ?" It was obviously mocking. He swung a back fist at you but you moved along with his motions, sticking close to his back and in a fluid motion you had ended up in front of him now, still smiling. You vibrated slightly with something new... something beyond ecstatic.[br] [br] You quickly snatched up your jacket and finally... after all this time, don it once more. You're back- no... you were here the whole time, but now you've pulled yourself out of that place. You've [i]let go.[/i] You spit out a healthy bit of your blood. 11:00:06

> You wipe more from your face and chuckle, but don't get one in return from the Laughmaster himself, "Heheh... A false Sage supposedly equal to The Heavens is what you think, huh?" You wink at him, "Well alright then." In a flash of black and violet you appear face to face with, he yells out a feral growl to which you promptly silence him with a backhand that sends him staggering back. You rush forward- ohoh? Their guard is up now? Good! Good! It'll be more fun that way! You clash just as you did at the start, come on! Come and get some! You swing, just to catch air as he goes for an uppercut that you disable with a parry and counter with a chopping right that only barely grazes his cheek.[br] [br] You're LIVID! ABSOLUTELY BOILING! But also HAPPY! ELATED! You could say you're a prime time [i][u]MANIAC![/u][/i] You bounce around them, your speed doubling- no, TRIPLING! HAHAHA! YOU CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE HAVING SO MUCH FUN! He tries to hit, but you swerve all his attacks on a dime, while you attempt to pester him with strikes of his own, only to have them all deflected or blocked! You clip him with a dashing slide, delivering a gut check in the midst of weaving dangerous handclap. You go for a follow up, a jumping spin kick from behind, coming in H O T! But you barely graze his horns as he manages to duck away and grapple you into a tight full nelson, head tilted down from the pressure. 11:00:12

> Finally he bellows out his jovially demonic laughter, [bgcolor=#9009ee][color=black] "THIS! THIS MORE LIKE IT! I DON'T KNOW WHATCHA FUCKING DID, BUT HELL I LOVE IT! HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! REDUCED YOURSELF TO NOTHING MORE THAN A MINDLESS, SAVAGE DESTROYER; THE TYPE OF SOUL I WAS HOPING FOR!"[/color][/bgcolor] You lift your head slightly, a glint of red seen by onlookers as your smile is still as big as before, you slowly overpower their hold on you before quickly breaking out by bursting your arms forward. He goes for a haymaker, but you twirl along his arm, delivering jabs to his chest and gut before ending up behind him yet AGAIN. You lean your back against his, causing his weight to shift forward with a slight stagger, "Heh- oh, there's nothing mindless about [i]me[/i], "MesSiAh"!" You deliver a hard elbow to his back, finally knocking him down for the first time so far.[br] [br]They scramble to their feet just to be met with an axe kick to the back of their head as they rise. He grunts as he kneels, BUT NO REST FOR THE WICKED! You slam an uppercut straight into their face to force them into a standing position. "Oh! That's what you are right? The 'MesSiAh' greater than the other one, right?" Finally, in the midst of your memeing, he starts to fight back again. 11:00:17

> You allow him to land a bite to your arm, but just smile and headbutt him right off of you, "orrrrrr MAYBE! YOU'RE THE FRAUD!" you bumrush them, slamming an elbow into their gut. You go to follow up with a punch, getting your fist grappled, but you do the same with their retaliating fire of a punch. You bash your head into theirs, causing their forehead to bleed as you continue pressing into them, "JUST PRATTLING ON WHATEVER YOU THINK WILL MAKE YOU SEEM IMPORTANT! BUT REMEMBER THIS, "MeSsIaH-"" you pull back, forcing them to unhand you, before you jump up and swing around their neck, "-PUT YOUR HAND IN THE SHARK TANK, BE PREPARED TO LOSE A FEW FINGERS!" [br] [br] with the momentum you built you pulled them back and slammed them [i]horn first[/i] into ground, chipping one of their horns in the process and few bits popped from it. You quickly jumped to your feet and backdashed away from them. [bgcolor=#9009ee][color=black]"YOU FUCKING JACKASS! I'LL BE SURE TO RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!"[/color][/bgcolor] You snicker a bit, slipping your hands into your jacket pockets and whistling as you turn your back to them, "Man, oh man. Must be [i]embarassing[/i] letting one little guppy swim figure eights around you first night on the divine job- Well, almost as embarrassing as thinking your divinty could stop me, but haha YEAH! I'd be PREEEETTY choked up about it if I were you!" You take this moment to wave to the Heads in the stands, as it appears their expressions have changed. 11:00:22

> You duck under a lariat. Simply toying with them as you sway and lean away from their furious strikes, soon doing a back handspring away from one of their kicks. You... vanish? How do you vanish? Violets don't have powers, yet there you are- or aren't? Invisible to most eyes, especially to the Chucklefuck, "COME ON, TRY HARDER!" You kicked them in the back of the knee, forcing them into a prone, before appearing in front of them and absolutely wailing on their guard, "COME ON COME ON COME ON COMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEON! [i]COME! O N!-[/i]" You obliterate their guard, his arms sent flying skyward, leaving his head and body completely free.[br] [br]You decide this will end itz "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE GREAT NEO MESSIAH, RIGHT!? THEN PROVE IT! [u]SHOW ME!![/u]" You grip your right drawing it back, and firing of the most destructive right possible, crashing its square into his face, giving it a bit of torque by forcing some rotation into the punch- drilling it into them. The blow is thunderous, blowing the purple away into the ground, mashing his face in and causing a minor fissure in the ground. KNOCKOUT! A real bummer he didn't get the chance to use those voodoos, then again? He wasn't strong enough, "WOOOOO! WHO'S NEXT!?" You bounce around in place, punching the air in excitement. One down. Two left. 11:00:30

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