Beuce gripped his new keyblade tightly. He could feel the raw OP coming from it. "Thanks Merlin! I'll use this to show up the other keyblade wielders!" He turned to Wart, feeling somewhat sorry for him. He walked over to the poor kid and put a hand on his shoulder. He knew the pain of losing something precious. Something they'd only just obtained that would lead them to a better life, only to have it slip from your fingers. "I know how you feel..." He looked off to the side, the wind blowing in his hair. It was a sorrowful and brooding stare, off into the horizon. "I too lost something once..." Spoiler: Sorrowful Flashback of pain and tears I was born a poor black child. Life was hard in those days, a poor kid alone in his mansion with only the company of everyone he knew and several attractive women and only millions of dollars to his name. How's one to get by? Those days were hard, but there was one memory that stuck into my memory far far more than the rest. I was at the doctor's office for a checkup on my fourth wall displacia, hearing voices in my head usually isn't a good thing. I was sitting in the waiting room, awaiting the doctor to see me, when all of the sudden a thirst like no other washed over me. As parched as i was, i managed to navigate my way down the completely straight hall and at the end of it was my salvation. The bright lights of a soda machine illuminated the poorly lit hall. I rubbed my hand across the plastic image, then removed the proper money from my pocket. After inserting it into the machine, it took the bill with a whir. My finger trailed down along the machine until finally it reached the desired beverage. Fizzy pop, the nectar of the gods. A quick push of it caused me to wait in anticipation. But...something was wrong. The machine clunked and rattled, but nothing emerged. After a few seconds, it stopped. I checked the slot, void of fizzy drinks. I stepped back from the machine, a look of shock on my face. The machine had taken my dollar, yet left me with nothing. The fizzy pop...It was gone. At this point my thirst had reached a new high. In a fit of despair, i collapsed to my knees. I pounded my fist against the machine again and again. Tears streamed down my face. With each punch to the machine, my rage and sorrow built up until i was finally unable to contain it any longer. I let out a massive cry of desperation. "FIZZZYYYY POOOOOOOOOP!" Beuce wiped a tear from his eye, the flashback had brought back memories that were...better left forgotten. He looked to wart. No. He wouldn't let it happen to another poor soul. Never again would someone go through the same pain..."Don't worry wart. We'll get back your fizzy pop! I mean, your sworda! I mean..." Beuce sniffled. "My fizzy pop..."
Since she has been most of the driving force behind keeping beast's castle alive, my vote goes to Karina
Well, this was awkward. This must be that "Master Sven" she had mentioned. He knew she was a sex slave, but he didn't realize that she was a sex slave to a high ranking lustor. "Jeez man, i mean i know she's a good lay and all but is blockading the entire human district just to get back your sex slave really necessary?" Beuce said, scratching the back of his head. He honestly didn't realize she still wasn't the escaped prisoner. Although he was indeed smart enough to realize that a fight was about to break out. He subtly began heating up his body to combat levels. Not yet enough to emit any visible signs of the change, yet still he was ready for the confrontation, and that's when tall, dark, and scary showed up. The figure dressed in black broke from the horizon. His reputation alone had made more than one of his targets surrender without even putting up a fight. And it wasn't exaggerated. His shadowed eyes glared down at the encampment. The first thing he saw was General Orpheus, but next to him was someone he did not expect here. The one he had been looking for all this time...Prisoner 123. He knew she wasn't dead. However, that might change shortly. Slowly he walked over, down to the encampment. One didn't even have to look over to know he was there. His sheer presence was overpowering. The massive club he carried looked like it could easily kill you with a single hit. His steel plated boots hit the ground one step after another. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Perhaps the most intimidating thing of all was the shrill scrape of the chains he carried. So the story goes that once he has you in his chains, you're a dead man waiting to happen. It seemed to somewhat surprise the general that he had simply walked past him and began heading in the direction of Cierra. She was first, after her would be Gawain. The Warden had his eyes set on a target, and this time, not a force on earth could save her from his grip. Orpheus saw that the famed Warden had indeed answered his call and come to find and apprehend Kai. However, something happened the general had not anticipated. The man's attention was drawn to something else. The girl who had just returned to them. The hulking figure simply walked over to the woman behind him. He could tell that aside from the undead, the moral of nearly every one of his troops had just dropped out of fear of this man. He couldn't blame them. The stories about this man were the stuff of nightmares. An unstoppable jailor thought to be a demon who shrugs off nearly any blow like its nothing, carrying a club that can strike with the force of a god and chains inescapable. The psychological warfare this man held at his disposal was something to behold. Although why someone like that would be after Cierra was a mystery.
Zantetsuken takes two slots
Unequipping Poison Edge and equipping Zatetsuken in place.
Orpheus watched, unphased as Sven took the whip and began cracking it harder and harder. There was no expression on his face, not pity, nor anger or sadistic pleasure. He simply watched. What he was feeling, one couldn't tell. He didn't look over at the Chameleon lustor, as though he had known they were there the whole time. This wasn't the case, he merely wasn't surprised. Hmph. A way to get past that ability. Even if this man did possess information on it, he'd no doubt use his knowledge of it to have something to hold over their heads. "Indeed, if only there were a way." The general of the undead spoke to the lustor in a very similar tone to the one they had spoken in. Knowledge was power, and if you feigned knowledge, you appeared to have power over others. Perhaps he could learn the information from this lustor without actually ever giving him the edge. Beuce looked at the girl he had just taken to bed. He was thinking. Thinking about the situation they were in. Maybe...She had been awfully quiet in bed. Especially for being with Beuce! The only way someone could resist making ridiculous amounts of kinky sounds in that situation would be if they couldn't. Like if they spent years locked away! Of course! She was the escaped prisoner! "I KNEW I WASN'T LOSING MY MAGIC TOUCH!" The man yelled, then realized he had said that out loud. Quickly throwing on his clothes, he grabbed Cierra by the chain on her neck before she could walk out the door. "Leaving so soon? Why don't i go with you?" He said, indicating she didn't really have much choice in the matter. By this point, his body had reduced back down to normal heat levels from when he began fighting Feo. Even still, a hot chain wouldn't really affect him. "Come on, lets go for a walk. I think i know some friends that would love to meet you." As he guided her by the chain, she really didn't have much choice but to accompany the man. He walked her to the front gate and out of the city. Seeing Cierra, the undead parted for her. It didn't take long to reach the encampment the lustor general was at. "Oi, zombie boy! I've got a present for you! One missing prisoner in mint condition! Well i mean i might have had sex with her a little bit...or, you know, a lot, but she's fine!" Orpheus turned to the voice which had called him "zombie boy". The mere sound of the voice let him know he was going to absolutely hate this person. However, the mention of the escaped prisoner caught his attention. He turned his head quickly to see...Dear lord. "It seems god enjoys watching bloodshed, provoking it with such an event." Orpheus said calmly. However, this was an unsettling calm, as though the one before a storm. It was obvious that underneath his composure, he was absolutely furious. At Cierra, at the man who brought her, at the whole situation.
R raised an eyebrow at the outburst the sage threw. That wasn't what he meant at all. "I meant no disrespect. It seems you've misunderstood my intent. I was not implying that your language is dark, but there is a language spoken only by us of the dark. I merely translated your language into this. I see it entirely differently than you do." He explained, trying to clear up any bad blood between them. He didn't want to force Xero to go back to a place which would bring up painful memories, but he didn't really have much of a choice at the moment. That may be the one and only place they could find information on the X-blade. From the man who mass produced it. He looked at Ananta, as she suggested that Xindai had somehow left traces of information in the minds of those he touched. While that's not entirely impossible, the convolutedness of it made him question her intelligence. After a moment's thought on it, he realized she had been wed to the white haired man clad in red he fought on multiple occasions. He no longer had any doubt as to her intelligence. There was none to question. "Yes, well, that is indeed possible, but i feel the more likely idea is that he left some sort of research paper. Notes to keep track of his work. Even someone like him had to have a log of their findings. Xero, if you would." He said, indicating that she should open a corridor of darkness. Beuce gave a cocky smile as Gexln suggested that he would know what magic should feel like better than him. "Yeah, hit me with it! I know way more than he ever did! Hehe...heh...heh...wait what." Boom. A loud crash was the next sound heard and Beuce was covered in smoke. Once it cleared, the entire wall had collapsed, and all that could be seen of the target of the spell was simply his right hand sticking out, with the middle finger raised at a rather intense angle at Gexln. "Ghrn, Gho Frhk yhrsf." Came an extremely muffled voice from beneath the rubble, saying something rather rude to the nobody which had ordered the shot on him. Finally he emerged from the rubble and gasped for air. "Well, you certainly pack a punch. What's your magic stat? Like, at least eighty?" Oh right you can't break the...right nevermind. It's good. You're a strong mystic. I'd love to see what you could do with the elemental guardian magic, but i don't think you could actually beat me to get it yet." Beuce said to the young red-haired girl. He didn't actually go further and explain what he meant by the that. After climbing out of the rubble, he dusted himself off. Either his HP regen was ridiculous, or he was immortal. "So, know anything else?"
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Beuce nodded with a satisfied grin. Yeaaah. Ladies can't resist the pearly whites. He ran his hand along her cheek. "Yeah, i know exactly what you mean. Just like you." He said seductively, then grabbed the chain around her neck. That's when Gwen came up and said that she wasn't someone for them to screw with. What the hell was she talking about? That's exactly what she was for. "She likes it! See!" He said, grabbing her cheeks and making her make a kissy face at Gwen. "Come on white haired wife number 1. Lets go about our business." He said, guiding her into a nearby house like a dog on a leash. this was going to be interesting to say the least. Since everyone was out rioting, the house was deserted. Shortly before closing the door, he winked at Gwen as if to say "soon enough." Then the door was slammed shut. Mere moments afterward, loud moans and screams that would wake up the neighbors echoed from the house, and could probably be heard for quite a large radius. Well, looks like the B really is all it's cracked up to be (by the B, that is).
Orpheus gave an unamused glare at the insults directed at him. He commanded no respect from this man, but he didn't need it. All he needed was obedience.He would ensure he'd get it. Even if Sven hadn't stepped in, Orpheus was confident he could he dealt with the situation. Nevertheless, he walked over to Sven's side, looking down with disdain at the half-blood lying on the ground before him. "Thank you Sven. I will take it from here." With a flick of his wrist, at least a dozen undead walked over and picked him up, holding him back. Orpheus had seen how far the one he picked up was thrown, so he knew he was stronger than your average lustor. Much stronger. Thus he sent twelve instead of two. Another came from behind and ripped the back of his shirt up to his neck, leaving the entire back of his torso exposed. "Let this teach you a lesson. Sixty lashes." The air was deadly silent for only a moment, until the crack of a whip echoed through the air. The weapon left a bleeding gash on Gawain's back. Nothing overly deep and enough to actually kill him, but it would certainly be painful. Especially when accompanied by the other fifty nine. Beuce easily shrugged off being punched by himself. "Hah! I hit like a girl! ...Wait no, Dammit!" He said, then realized what he just announced. He turned and glared at the girl. He had an exceedingly brilliant idea the second he did. "I got this guys, i'll handle miss S&M. Come here for a second." Since she probably wasn't going to do as he told her, he walked over to her and before she was really able to do much, he planted a kiss onto her lips. During this kiss, two thoughts crossed his mind. 'I am so glad myst thought of this power and let me swap....I am also so glad gabi loves putting her characters into situations they hate. Well, she won't be hating it for long. hehehehe." His hormone powers began kicking into effect. Cierra was about to be turned on like no other. Beuce was a walking aphrodisiac, and that inflated his ego more than usual. God help us. Jedediah winced slightly as the knife pierced his leg. The pain quickly subsided and the knife wound closed as soon as the object left his body, leaving no pain. He never ceased to be amazed at her healing powers. He'd at one point thought that she may too be a servant of god, but was somewhat surprised when she told him she was a lustor. He looked over at Charlotte, proclaiming that none would harm a member of their group of justice seekers. He smiled at her enthusiasm, but she was trembling from soreness and exhaustion. She didn't have divine powers as he did. "Charlotte, perhaps it would be a good idea to let Emi heal you. I'm sure i don't need to tell you the potency of it." He said, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder. The warden, as he walked, began to think of criminals who had eluded his capture. He always did. There were a few above others that he would capture and likely kill. One being prisoner 123. Cierra Escravo. The lustor girl that had managed to kill several of his guards in an escape. She was too dangerous to be left on the streets, with parents like those. More so than that though, she had escaped him. That was something he despised more than anything. Which brought him to his second target. Gawain Griffin. He'd had more than one encounter with this half-breed. Yet, his sheer overwhelming strength had let him escape each time. Yet still, he'd fall into the warden's grip just like any other. They always did.
That's a forgery.
god, rating yourself. And with more than the star limit too! Like who even does that? Gawd.
