Ra used thunder Beucette used Quick Blitz
Jesse was ready to begin the fight. Gripping his orb tightly, he raced off into the town in search of his opponent. Soon enough, he was trapped in a fairly large cage of runes with another man. He was a behemoth of a man, who had white hair. He was basically a tower of solid muscle. "Oi. Looks like we're goin' at it huh?" The guy nodded, then spoke with a deep grisly voice, as one would expect from a guy like him. "Yeah. I'll win this fight, as a man!" Jesse gave a slight chuckle. "I like your attitude. What's your name?" His enemy gave him a smile with his introduction. "Elfman." He even had man in his name. Jeez, Jesse was starting to like this guy. It was a shame he was going to have to hand his ass to him. It was mutually understood that this was a fight between men. Not just any men, but manly men. "A man will never lose!" He called out. It seemed like he was charging up energy, when suddenly, in a bright flash, he transformed. "Beast soul!" As the name would imply, he was in fact pretty beastly. He had fur all along his arms, and horns which joined into one across his forehead. If it was possible, he seemed even more muscular than he'd been before. "That's pretty impressive. Now it's time i showed you my pride as a man!" Throwing his orb into the air, it began to glow a pale blue. In a beam of light, it came crashing down onto the ground in its full form. "Such a man!" Elfman was clearly impressed at his bike. Who wouldn't be? It was the epitome of masculinity. Jesse, however, didn't mount his weapon. "If we're having a fight as men, we do this right. No weapons. Just bare knuckle brawl." Elfman seemed surprised at his opponent's choice to not even use the weapon he'd summoned, but soon began to laugh. "Yer a man alright. A real man!" Seeming to take him up on the challenge, he reverted from his beast form back into a human. Chivalry was the trait of a man! There was only one thing left to do to set the stage as the most manly fight ever. With a finger, he touched the chest of one of the Shiva sisters. The one which formed the head of the bike. As though it had been there the whole time, a radio was built into her chest, and it started playing the music which would act as the battle music for their fight. With that, the most manly fight that had ever occurred was under way. Fists were flying, sweat was pouring. Elfman had the advantage in weight, but Jesse was proving to be no pushover. Guarding his face in a boxer-like manner, Jesse looked for an opening in Elfman's blows. Finally, after sidestepping a punch, Jesse brought a knee into his stomach. Elfman, however, was quick to counter. A balled fist was swung into the side of Jesse's face, knocking him back. "Take hits like a wall, give 'em like a truck. hah. I like you. You're definitely a man." Jesse ran back in, not ready to give up by a long shot. Elfman brought a fist into Jesse's gut, but was met by a blow of joined fists to the back of his head. A spinning kick knocked Elfman back into a stagger. Charging in, not giving his opponent any time to recover, Jesse engaged in another exchange of blows. Neither one guarding, just delivering punches to the other until a breaking point. With each fist that collided into their opponent, sweat flew off of their bodies, landing on the ground around them. They were both covered in bruises from the other's blows. It was only a matter of time until one of them dropped from exhaustion. Finally, the two threw a right hook at eachother. This would be the final blow. Each put all the force and energy they had left into this one punch. The actual time it took was only a moment, but it felt like it was played in slow motion. For all they knew, it could've been. And the fists collided with the cheeks of the opponent. They stood there for a moment, before finally one of them fell. Their strength was gone, in both of them, yet only one stood. Jesse held to his feet, standing as the victor. "You were the bigger man." Elfman said through his panting as he lay on the ground. Given that a victor was decided, the rune prison disappeared. A man wasn't only about his toughness. He was humble in victory. Offering out a hand, he helped elfman to his feet. "One more hit and i would've been down myself. You're one tough guy to bring down." "Hah! Maybe we should have a rematch sometime." "You can count on it."
Character Name: Taliesin Age: ??? Appearance: ~ Personality: Taliesin is an eccentric man by nature, and is rather poetic. He seems to see life as a story, and makes it as interesting a tale as possible. Brief Bio: Taliesin appears to be nothing more than a traveling minstrel, wandering from place to place, playing tales of sorrow and heroism. With his magic, he can create a riveting tale like no other. Weaving the music like a painter wields a brush. He seems to be of no importance, but he is more than he appears. Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that): Musical personification. Through music, he has the ability to bring the imagination to life and give it form, as well as control it. This can vary in shape, size, and even form. It is often used by him to tell stories. Weapon (Again, optional): Violin. Additional Information: Theme[DOUBLEPOST=1422783325][/DOUBLEPOST]Character Name: Quinn Basileus Age: 20 Appearance: ~ Personality: Quinn is a rather shy individual, and hates attention of any kind. He dislikes the idea of a large amount of responsibility put onto him. Brief Bio: Quinn is the only child of the current king, and heir to the throne of Rivelle. Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that) : None Weapon (Again, optional) : A spear named Valor Additional Information: Hand to hand combat expert.
The white haired keyblade wielder began swearing profusely at the man who had caught him after his collision with the dinosaur. "THAT WAS A GREAT INITIATION! WHAT THE HELL?! NOW I HAVE TO RUN BACK IN TO GET AT IT!" Hopping off of Base's keyblade glider, Beuce charged the thing headfirst. Karina seemed to have learned the ability to use Zantetsuken. He and Stratos had been spamming that all over the thousand heartless battle, he would hope she'd have picked it up by then. Stratos was a great mage, so Zantetsuken didn't seem to do much for him outside of the sheer volume he used it. Karina was very much the opposite. Her strength was out of this world, but her magic was a bit lacking. They were both a fair bit more durable than him, but when it came to offense, Beuce was the best off out of all three of them. He was lacking in neither magic or physical. He intended to use both of those strengths to finish off this beast and take that piece they needed. Flourishing his keyblade, Beuce vanished and left behind a trail of rose petals, leaving a massive gash on the beast's side. Zantetsuken. Currently, it was their most powerful physical attack. Even a weak person would be able to damage the enemies quite a bit with an attack like that. It roared in pain from the injury, and turned to attack Beuce, but never got the chance. Before it could really do much, a blinding burst of light rained down on it from the sky. In terms of power, Faith was the magical equivalent of Zantetsuken. To his knowledge, he was the only one among their entire group that could use both of the attacks to extreme effectiveness. The T-rex was unable to cope with the combined force of these two attacks and fell on the ground, seeming to have given up. Beuce, however, wasn't finished with the thing. It reminded him of the Elyos, and that was a crime punishable by death. He didn't intend to let this thing live. Gathering together the energy from his heart, Beuce took on a bright golden glow. Levitating into the air, he prepared the finishing assault. "Trip around the sun!" The fiery sphere which was reminiscent of a miniature sun collected and formed above his head. This would be the killing blow, and everyone there, including the T-rex, knew it. Gathering the power of the sun, Beuce collected it into his spellbinder keyblade. Now, both the weapon and wielder shone with a glorious golden light. With one final charge, Beuce brought down his keyblade upon the head of the monster. As the blade drew nearer to the skin, it began to burn away and turn to ash under the power of the sun. Finally, the blade struck down, and it was dead in an instant. A brilliant pillar of golden and orange flames erupted from the ground, incinerating the beast. When the light and flames died down, all that remained was a smoldering scorch mark on the ground, small flames still burning around it, and a musical note lying in the center. They didn't have to take it from the eye anymore. There was no eye left to take it from. "Looks like it got..." Beuce took out a pair of sunglasses and placed them on his face "T-rekt. YEAAA-" Beuce was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. He quickly ducked in panic. "Alright i won't make the joke! God..."
Ra used Aero Beucette broke Charlotte's rune prison!
Beuce was still staring at the jaw dropping sight which was Karina developing a character and feelings that weren't rage and sorrow. It was actually pretty crazy. In fact, it was so crazy, a nearby team mate had a similar reaction. Only they decided to drink away the insanity by taking out some alcohol and proceeding to drown their confusion in booze. Glen then earned quite a few awesome points in the big book of Beuce...word for social opinions that starts with B...yeah. But yeah, he offered him a drink. Even if Beuce hadn't been utterly confused about Karina, there was no way in hell he was turning down free booze. Graciously accepting the bottle, he took a generous swig and handed it back to Glen. "Thanks man. You know, you're pretty awesome." However, before the conversation could continue further, the rest of the group piled out of the portal one by one. Kaida appeared to be freezing, and dropped into the water, saying it was warmer than the air. He was about to tell her why she may not want to submerge herself in that water, but decided against it...Eh, she had a yellow theme going on anyway. As the final member, being Base, came out of the portal, all of their pieces combined into a single one, accomplishing their task. Mickey congratulated them on finding the first of them, but said that there were five more to go. If they were all as awesome as the first portal, then this would turn out to be a pretty sweet world all in all. Stepping through the portal to the other side, he found that there were in fact no naked fairies floating around turning things to gold or giant snowflakes to ride. No, instead, they got to fight something. And what was this something? A freaking T-rex. Of course. Apparently frightened of the creature, Base grabbed hold of his wrist and waved it around, attempting to bait the beast towards him. It didn't really seem to work, and it just kind of engaged in some battle with Stratos that Beuce wasn't paying much attention to. Beuce glared at the monster. He remembered something like this. It was an ultimate class of creature. However...It was in Elysea. That meant this thing may well be Elysean too. "I'm not allowed to let any trace of the elmos live. Even if it's just a wild animal." He said angrily, summoning his keyblade. He wouldn't use his soldier job right now. A good combination of physical and magic seemed to be the way to take this thing down. Running up toward it, he slid underneath it and between the two short legs, striking at the stomach. It roared in pain, then turned around and loosed a jet of fire from the mouth at Beuce. Well...He didn't remember them being able to do that in Elysea. Must be some kind of new breed or something. To counteract these flames, Beuce shot out a jet of water from the tip of his keyblade. Aqua Splash had served him well throughout his time since he learned it in his first world with this group. The two seemed to cancel each other out, resulting in this particular clash of elements coming to a draw. Still having a look of rage on his face, Beuce ran in for another strike. 610 Words, 30 EXP Total: 30 EXP T-Rex: 159/250
Beucette used Quick Blitz
Ghost stood in the castle courtyard along with the rest of the group from the realm of darkness. They seemed to be waiting on some of the others to get back. Meanwhile, the rather enthusiastic girl that had been in his group ran up and asked him and Anadi where they'd learned to fight. He could hardly just say he'd spent the last 300 years working as the shadowy hand of the goddess and killing off those who defied the law she set. Damn...He didn't talk to people. He killed people. How would Phantom handle the situation? ...Suddenly an image of Phantom pondering how he would handle the situation and arriving at the conclusion he would just kill Jackie appeared in his mind. Well, that did a lot of good...Maybe he should work on his people skills a tad... "I suppose you could say i'm self taught. Most of my technique is of my own invention. As far the magic imbued into my weapon and armor...The weapon was my father's before mine, and his father before him. It was passed down through the generations. One day i too will pass it on." Ghost told her, giving a brief explanation about Narukami. One day he would pass it on...Death was like the wind, always by his side. It was a danger he faced. One day, the sword he held would belong to Phantom, likely along with his armor. "My armor...it was a gift from an old ally. something to help me let go of my past." Ghost turned around and began to walk off. "I'll be back momentarily." Disappearing behind the corner, out of sight, Ghost melted into the shadows. The darkness behind Sapphire's throne was the outlet for the assassin. "My lady." He said to the goddess, stepping out from behind her. His voice was the only sound he made, as his footsteps were silent as ever. He looked over to see his apprentice and an unfamiliar face. "I have returned as you requested. From what i have been able to ascertain, their base of operations is what was at one point Disney Castle. While their combat abilities seem to be varying, they are disorganized. It's unlikely they will find the hero even without interference. There are some among them which seem to encompass a large portion of the resistance's power. However...There is something odd about them. A few of them...i don't believe even wish you any ill will. They seem to be in it for the sport, or have ulterior motives for finding the hero. I cannot be sure what they may be though." Ghost stood, finishing his report to the goddess. He turned toward his apprentice, apparently having business with him as well. "Phantom...Among the resistance, there is a man by the name of Bartholomew Blackstone. He evidently hails from Halloween Town. I want you to keep a watchful eye on him. Find out everything you can about his origins, his personality, his habits. Any information you can find. I've taught you how to size up a mark before. Then, keep your sights aimed at his head. Be ready for him. I get a vibe of evil from him. I don't yet know his motives, and i want you to find out." His apprentice now given a task from him, he was now finished with his business on Riel. Walking over toward the shadows behind Sapphire's thrown once more, he was prepared to leave. Beuce was waiting for Kross' answer when most of the other fourth wall breakers just up and left, back to base. He wasn't quite done here though. Kross approached him with a serious look, saying he was the man he wanted to see. A favor. He asked Beuce to keep an eye on his kids, Ohm and Anadi. Smiling, Beuce accepted the task. "You got it! Have i ever given you a reason not to trust me? ...Don't answer that. I got it." Then, Ananta spoke up. God, talk about worst mother of the year. Seriously. He would've expanded upon this, but he realized that some serious shit was going down in another world. Gexln was about to like 1v5 some of the most overpowered fuckers in the RP. "Damnit we gotta go! Gexln's in some serious trouble. My plot senses are tingling." He turned to the others there. They needed to get to Beast's castle fast. "Xero, open a dark corridor to beast's castle, quick! Stratos, when we get in there, we're going to have a serious brawl. You know what to do." There was a keyword in that statement. In a certain mindset, that guy was unstoppable. It just took a certain...setting to get him into it. "You...uh...chick. Come with us. You never know, you might end up finding your guy. Important stuff has a habit of happening around us." His wall had proven useful, and allowed Charlotte to get in a pretty strong hit. If that weren't bad enough, Juliet and Ohm followed up with strikes of their own. It hadn't been a long fight, but the beast was already on its last leg. All that was left was to finish it off. "Lexcifur! Lets do it!" He flew above the creature, ready to perform his part of the fight. Meanwhile, Lexcifur knew what to do. Mirroring Zavion's position, he ran directly beneath it. Zavion summoned up dark energy in two places. One in a spiral around his right tonfa, and one in a spiral around The Devil's Lance, Zavion's spear. From above, Zavion stabbed the blade directly into the dark being's back, driving it down toward the ground. Meanwhile, from below, Lexcifur leaped into the air and thrust his spear up at the stomach, as though to drive it into the air. Combined, these two forces created a devastating combination for the creature. Being crushed by darkness empowered attacks from either side, especially given the injuries it had already sustained, it couldn't hold on. Eventually, the blades of their two weapons touched, and the darkness in them took a new form. With a hole driven completely through, it expanded. It was like an explosion, ripping the creature entirely in half from the inside out. There was no way it would survive such an attack. It faded away, defeated. Landing on the ground, Zavion looked up at the sky where the creature had been moments before. "Good work." He said simply.
Character Name: Balthar Age: 34 Appearance: http://old.serenesforest.net/fe13/img/hq/fb/Frederick.jpg Personality: Serious, Brooding, Protective, Burdened. Brief Bio: Balthar is the steadfast protector of the royal family, specifically the Strive branch. He protects them with his life, and seeks to shoulder any and all burdens of the young daughter, Thea. He is loyal to the royal family to a fault, and is considered by many to be the picture of justice. However, he doesn't think much of these rumors and engrosses himself in his duties. Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that): Holy magic. His body is far more durable than that of an ordinary person naturally due to this, and he can actively use his abilities to strengthen this effect. In addition, he knows slight healing magic to be used on himself. In dire situations, he can use Burden of the Protector. All of the weaknesses and injuries of his allies are taken onto himself, allowing him to shoulder the burdens of those around him. Weapon (Again, optional): Sword and Shield Additional Information: He is tanky as **** Will post more later
OOC: GRANDEEEEEEEEEEEEEUR Ezekiel groaned in pain as the hands of time turned against him. His arcane body melted away into flesh. He felt blood coursing through his veins. He was trapped. He was mortal once more. This was...this couldn't be happening. After everything he'd gone through for his ascension, she had just stripped him of it all at once. He could scarcely believe what had just transpired. He was snapped out of his state of disbelief by the sound of metal clanging against the stone floor. He looked over to see a golden haired man rise to his feet. The two looked nearly identical. "I'd nearly forgotten what you were like as a human..." Ra said through a panting breath. Despite the injuries, he rose to his feet, using the staff in his hands to steady himself. Their guild master had given them a chance. Ezekiel was a powerful magus to be sure, but without his ascension, he could be defeated. This was their shot at victory. "Members of Sapphire Eclipse! Do not lose heart! Victory is within our grasp!" Ra raised his staff at Ezekiel, loosing a bolt of electricity at his brother.
India continued tending to the young girl's wound with a thinking expression, as though he weren't entirely focused on what he was doing and his mind was elsewhere. However, he still made no mistakes in the procedure. He stitched the wound closed, and began wrapping it in bandages. About halfway through, the girl felt the need to justify herself getting wounded to him. He sighed and looked up at her. "Well I'd say that's fairly obvious. I would've honestly found it strange had you been sitting in your room, weapon in hand, ready for some kind of invader to attack you. It's not at all unexpected that you were caught off guard. Even Azra was taken by surprise. There's no shame in your situation." India said. Surprisingly enough, he was being almost encouraging toward the girl. However, with India, his motives were never what they appeared at face value. Those who bore witness to it soon found this out very much so. He finished tying her bandages. The wound was now treated. He patted her on the shoulder, indicating she was all done. Turning his revolving chair, he now faced Dmitri with a wicked smile. Dain likely knew what was coming. They'd be having quite the meal tonight. "Now then, shall we discuss payment? I have specific charges for medical fees. That will be 600 for the treatment itself, 450 for the supplies, 500 for use of facilities, 750 for the consoling session, 300 for the escort by guard..." India said, alluding to Azra. "Why am i the cheapest fee?" "You're not that great of a guard." India ruthlessly listed off about four more fees, each of which growing in price. By the end of it, Dmitri's wallet would be screaming in agony. "If you'd like i can set up an installment plan, however that would of course include interest." One thing was for sure. India knew how to extort the blood from your veins. He looked over to see the shadow take a snap at Renna. She'd been touching a known violent creature and was surprised to find it tried to bite her? She certainly wasn't the brightest...Well, that just meant he could get more munny out of her for his services. All he needed to do was convince her she needed them. That wouldn't be hard. "Now then, given you helped capture it, i suppose you could stay for the first part of the examination of the creature. However, once i get into my work, I'm afraid i'll have to ask you to leave. What is a scientist allowed if not his secrets? You understand." India said, walking over to the small heartless floating in the air. This would be interesting.
"You see what your friendship has accomplished? I cannot be defeated by mortal hands. Ra...Perhaps if you had joined me in my ascension, this wouldn't have happened." Ezekiel looked out among the large group of wizards who had challenged him. Every one of them lay unconscious. He could end them with wave of his hand. The guild master and the S-classes still stood, but they stood no chance of defeating him. "Master of the guild, look upon your children, broken and beaten. If it is within your power to save them, then unleash everything you have. Of all those present, I sense only would would stand any hope of reaching my level. If you have faith still in your words, then prove them now!" Ezekiel raised a hand toward the guild. Another volley of arcane barrages was coming. with another assault like that, there would be no surviving it. Sapphire eclipse would be nothing more than marks on the pages of history. Ezekiel didn't believe that there was a power which could defeat him, yet even still...The fire in her eyes had been so fierce. She believed what she said. If there was truly a power greater than his own, he would like to bear witness to such a thing. There was a part of him that WANTED her to be right. to succeed and match his power. A power beyond even his imagination...What could such a thing be like?
I would say that my personal favorite would be Marluxia
Alright, so, first try didn't go so great. But she was just playing hard to get. He would've continued along the path to scoring with her, but another girl walked up. She asked if they'd seen anyone tall, dark, and handsome with spiky white hair. Immediately. Beuce spiked up his hair in a fashion that cast a shadow over his face, making him appear slightly more menacing. "Why yes, yes i have." He said, walking over to the girl, full of confidence. "So, what brings a talking pair of boobs to a place like this?" A talking pair of boobs...Evidently he hadn't actually seen any of the rest of her yet. He was snapped out of his trance like state by the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Or at least something equally as annoying. From above descended a familiar green haired woman. Christ, he thought he was rid of her in LvD1. Given what she did to his future self, Beuce REALLY didn't like Ananta. "Heeeey. Ananta. How you been?" Beuce said with a smile about as real as the female orgasm. She seemed ore or less ignore him and just talk to Xero. Next up on the list of arrivals was Kross who had apparently grown something of an ego. "Had to 'deal with me' did ya? Him yeah you could probably kill just by blinking." He looked over to see Hunter explode into a fair bit of gore in a violent display of shiny power which happened to coincide with Kross blinking. "Yeah, like that." He said with no alarm in his voice whatsoever, turning back to Kross and continuing to speak. "But ME, now that's a different story. Last time i checked, i beat you with an umbrella, dude." As Hunter began to respawn through a hole in the fourth wall, some dillhole just blew his arm off before he was even finished being written back into the story. Like, what the actual fuck. "Dude. I get the appeal of killing him, trust me i've done it, but camping him is just a dick move." Beuce said, a bit irritated at the sheer BM presented before him. Surprisingly enough, he was coming to Hunter's defense. Who did this guy think he was, light Xindai? He was sure enough of a ******. Zavion honestly didn't know what to make of the voice of his mother resonating in his head. He hadn't heard in so long...but he remembered like it was yesterday. She asked why they fought against her. They weren't part of the rebellion, only with them for fear of being discovered until they could leave. The pain of hearing her voice again was immense. He honestly just didn't know what to do. Looking over to Freya, he could see that it had shaken her as well. He didn't know if her words were true, but no matter what the case, this creature had to be dealt with. They couldn't be discovered yet. Spreading his wings, Zavion took flight right alongside Charlotte. Approach right now wasn't an option, else they'd be hit by the lasers. Out of the people here, Zavion was most likely the only one who could do much about that. Summoning up a force from within himself, darkness spread itself along the ground in front of them. with a wave of his hand in an upward motion, it grew to form a wall. He raised it off the ground and placed it directly in front of Charlotte. "Alright, i've got you covered. It won't hold, but it should give you enough of a shot to get a hit in!" He called to the woman. He would fly right beside her and put in his own strike. He wasn't about to simply provide support for her when he could do far more.
Name: Quinn Gender: Male Age: 27 Description: ~ Personality: He is often very bored, and dislikes attention. He tends not to brag about the skills he has, preferring them not to draw attention to him. It's tough being as awesome as he is. Weapons: Valor, a spear, and his fists. Armor: ...Uh...Yes. AS: Iron dragon slayer, Titan Magic, and take over magic Strengths: He is a tactical and hand to hand combat expert. In terms of sheer physical combat, he has few equals. Weaknesses/Fears: Quinn despises being in the limelight. Often times he prefers to go entirely uncredited for difficult jobs he completes. He is antisocial, and is not outstanding with magic. History: Quinn was exceptionally talented from early childhood. His family had always expected greatness from him, and forced him to join a guild when they thought he was ready. While he didn't like the attention success brought him, he tried his hardest nonetheless. He escalated to S-class far quicker than most ever dream. Even in his adulthood, he dislikes the attention brought with his rank. He would have preferred to have stayed in the obscurity of the guild, but he always pushed to give it his all regardless. Other: Are you happy Cal? Character Build Chosen: Strength Character Build Weakness: Magic
While the scene had indeed changed, and the lighting was darker, it was by no means any less lively. The music was still just as upbeat. This time, the fairies which came out were white as snow. Speaking of, it seemed these were representations of winter. As they touched the plants, frost spread out along it. After making their way along a few plants, they came to a large lake. Man, those girls took ice skating to a whole new level. What they were skating on wasn't actually ice. Well, it wasn't prior to them getting to it anyway. They skated along it and frost arched out from their paths. They danced along the lake, perfectly in sync with each other, creating some rather interesting patterns. Next, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. And man, these were some big ass snowflakes. Like, these fairies just used them as freaking skirts. I mean, granted they probably weren't very big themselves, but compared to leaves they were just about the same size. So, if these snowflakes were roughly the same size as leaves, then Christ they were big snowflakes. Big enough for a shrunken keyblade wielder to ride on! Leaping off, Beuce mounted one of the snowflakes as it made its descent from the sky. "Wheeeee!" He yelled out as it fell. The women around him stared and giggled at his playful nature. Man, this world was awesome! 10/10 would portal again. Then, all at once, a musical conductor showed up out of nowhere and concluded the symphony. "Wait what?" The piece appeared in his hand and he was spewed out of the book. "aw...." He said, understandably disappointed to leave. He hadn't been out of the book for more than a few seconds when he saw mickey working some kind of divine miracle and making Karina an actual person with feelings and stuff. Beuce was frozen in shock, unable to speak. What the hell exactly was this mouse?
Signing Jesse up for Earthland
"Alright your god, let's see just how manly you are!" A voice called out from across the room. A blonde man walked up behind hunter with a smug look on his face. He also had yet to take his orb, and his weapon was yet unannounced. "I challenge you to a contest of manly men! We will see who is the manliest here!" He proclaimed with an overly dramatic point at the man. It seemed he took up the challenge, as Hunter merely flexed and his shirt tore apart and came flying off due to his sheer rippedness and masculinity. Not one to back down when the going got tough, he flexed and performed a similar action, except his chest was covered entirely with hair. "Oh, we're going that route are we?" Hunter questioned rhetorically. Squinting his eyes, a full bush of chest hair appeared across his torso. Jesse clapped, applauding his sizable masculinity. However, the contest was far from over. Grunting, hair began to appear on his face, when all at once a full dwarven beard shot out of his face. Hunter met this action in tandem. They were now both the epitome of masculinity. They stood with imposing posture, beer nearby, and a monster truck nearby from seemingly nowhere. "It looks like there's only one way to decide this. We need to see what our weapons are!" "Of course!" Hunter grabbed his orb intently, which transformed into a pair of twin claws. "Aha! Ya see?! Look at these things! They're so badass nothing could ever even comp-" He was cut short by a loud sound. Jesse had picked up his orb. Smugly, Jesse knew he had won. He sat atop his weapon. It wasn't a conventional one by any means. It was a motorcycle. However, not just any motorcycle. The entire thing seemed to be comprised of two women fused together. He quite literally had a motorcycle made of women. One of them looked to the side and gave a wry wink at Hunter as if to say "better luck next time."
Think i'll take Death Gun and Gai
After rendezvousing with a few of the others in the elevator, the small group made their way to the top of the castle. There, he saw two men awaiting them. He didn't see them at the resistance meeting. Which ordinarily would've given a couple options. Either they were wanderers who had found this world, they were remnants of the ones who lived here initially, or they were there to stop them. However, given the thing that was with them, that narrowed it down to only the last one. An enormous sting ray of darkness. There was only one person in all creation who could make something like that. His mother, the goddess. He thought back to all those years ago. Without thinking, he had helped the newly created Lexcifur escape. He was badly injured. He needed help. Zavion wasn't about to let the only friend he'd ever had rot in a prison cell for the rest of eternity. So, they did the only thing they could do. They ran. They escaped off of Riel together. Him, Lexcifur, and Freya. They'd left their mother alone on the world. Just before they left, he'd seen something that haunted him this entire time. He'd used his gift of clairvoyance to take one last look at the mother he'd likely never see again. On her face wasn't anger. It was sadness. Her heart was filled with pain. He'd always thought it was because she knew if they were captured, she would have to enforce the law upon him and Freya. Often times he wondered...If they'd never helped him escape, if they'd never fled Riel, how would things have gone? He wondered it, but he would choose the same road again. Lexcifur may have been an ass, but he was the only friend he'd ever had. He would never abandon him. Thoughts like these were pointless though. The choice was made a long time ago. The only thing they could really do was keep moving on. They had no real goal. They were wanderers. Vagabonds. There was no place they could really call home anymore. They just kept wandering. Seeing the sting ray had brought up memories of his mother. There was a war coming. Honestly, he still didn't know where he stood. Her actions would decide his place in the worlds. How she reacted to them would be what determined whether he gave his all to save her, or let her die. He'd always been able to see the hearts of others. People were an open book to him. Yet when it came to her and how he thought of her...He only just didn't know. His own heart was the only one he never understood. Ghost was honestly a bit surprised they'd managed to kill the beast so easily. Then again, of the creatures the goddess could create, that wasn't one of the more powerful ones. On occasion, she'd let him use shadowmare for a mission he'd been sent on which required such a mount. It had indeed come in handy on such occasions. Before such thoughts could continue a voice resonated in his mind. The goddess was speaking to him. She had ordered him to make a report as soon as he was able to, then proceed with his undercover work. "I believe the hero is not here. If the goddess supposedly sealed him away, then she would know where he is, no? Surely if we were getting close, she'd have sent something more threatening." Ghost said, attempting to persuade the group to leave the realm of darkness. When they returned to Disney Castle, there would likely be an opportunity to slip away. Taking a glance over at the others, he noticed one in particular staring at him. The creature from Halloween Town. After looking at him for a moment, the creature smiled grimly. "Yourself hm? That's deep." Ghost was confused at this seemingly random statement and looked away. What did he mean himself? "My name is Bartholomew Blackstone. I can tell you he's probably right. I've been in here a while and haven't seen a trace of this hero. I'll come with you to look for him. He sounds...Interesting." Beuce was glad to be back in his normal incredibly sexy form which created lakes in the pants of every female in the area. Yes. Literal lakes. He was that good. He stretched his arms out, relieving the stiffness in his muscles. Well, one of them was made of magical crystal and didn't really have any muscles, but the other one was a totally normal arm. Now that they were on Crystalis, they were immediately greeted by the sight of several dead bodies. Hunter, ever the genius, immediately tried to take credit for killing the random civilians. Although he knew who the culprit really was. "Classic Gexln..." He said with a chuckle. "Couldn't work him over to the side of not being a murderous prick could ya?" Beuce said to Xero. She may have been a woman, but the power of vaginas only went so far. Gexln couldn't be broken from that habit so easily. And that was saying something considering it was the power of vaginas that turned him away from serving Xindai. Then, a thought occurred to him. He had a golden opportunity to piss off Gexln sitting in his lap. Putting on his charm (He literally opening his character profile and turning the setting labled "Charm" on), he walked over to Xero. She was having relationship problems. So, ever the gentleman, Beuce decided to catch the rebound and attempt to get into her pants. "So, they're probably gonna take us off to whatever form of prison they have on this world thinking it can hold us. We may as well just play along and pretend they can do jack **** about us. Then we might be able to find out more about why Gexln was here aside from just reading his post. That'd be too easy. Plus, we might get to share a cell. You'd get to stay in a confined space with me all alone" Beuce snapped and pointed at the girl, making a clicking sound with his mouth. He was totally scoring this next post. He could feel it.
