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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jun 11, 2013 1:25:03 GMT -5
"We're going to die!" Desmond-rather unnecessarily- yelled as the attacks closed in on the three. The three mooks were struck by the attack, but when the dust kicked up from the surge of attacks finally cleared, they were apparently unharmed.
Leske stood, arm outstretched, eyes shut in concentration. A magical half-dome shimmered in front of him. Desmond and Ash stared at him. "....what the hell?" Ash asked.
"Fun fact." Magnus expositioned from his seat in the bleachers. "I've been subtly planting knowledge into those three's minds ever since our little adventure in Hero's Refuge." he said rather smugly. Then he noticed the looks he was getting from his three followers. "What? You dont think I chose you three for your looks do ya? You could make some pretty good mages. given time."
".....okay, I can roll with that." Leske said. Another idea -suspiciously planted- came to mind. He snapped his fingers and a howitzer appeared beside him. "...not what I was trying to do, but okay."
The artillery fired at the three RIdleys.
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Post by Mizagium on Jun 12, 2013 0:35:38 GMT -5
The Ridleys scattered when the artillery shell impacted the...whatever stadium they were using this time. I'm going to assume it has a floor, but the audience is still in perpetual free-fall. Because why the fizz not? Anyway, the shell exploded and the Pterodactyls scattered.
"Hey!" Riley shouted. "No fair! They can't just conjure up artillery like some kind of gun wizard!"
Ridley sighed. "Yeah, well, they did."
"So what are WE going to do that involves barely any set up?" Rachel demanded. "I am still getting married, you know."
"Ugh. I seem to recall being a very adaptable creature," Ridley pondered.
"Only when you were under Leon's spell! And when the Time Keeper resurrected you and transformed you. Again." Hm. Perhaps you have some kind of magical adapability-"
"Too late!" Ridley threw himself in front of the nearest artillery shell. The blast threw his siblings even farther away and sent up a huge cloud of smoke. When it cleared by the winds of plot advancement, there stood Ridley. Gun-barrel grey, and sporting two Blastoise-style shoulder-mounted cannons. Apparently, Leske is indeed a gun wizard. And that Ridley did indeed possess some kind of magical adaptability. Probably because of Hystoger. Or whatever
"Awwwwww yeah! Just call me A.R.T.I.L.L.E.R.I.D.L.E.Y.!"
"Oh yeah, what's that an acronym for?"
"Awesome...Ridley...Tank...Is...Like...Literally...Every...Really...Interesting...Dragon...Lead to Eliminate You. Ha!" He punctuated his backronym with twin cannon blasts from his cannons. Also he was made of metal. Riley and Rachel sighed and joined ArtilleRidley with their ice and lazah breath attacks.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jun 12, 2013 0:49:56 GMT -5
"Hmmm, interesting." Magnus said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Let's see how the other two manifest their power..."
"Wait..." the Bread Wizard (who had been silently sitting nearby) looked at him. "You mean you don't actually know what sort of power you gave them?"
"Magic is funny like that." Magnus confirmed. "SOme things you're just better at naturally and they manifest better." He glanced over at the Bread Wizard. "How did you get bread magic anyway?"
"Ah, well funny story. When I was a lad I was in the kitchen eating lunch. I got bitten by a loaf of radioactive pumpernickel-"
"aaaaand don't care anymore." Magnus focused on the fight.
Desmond stepped up this time, closed his eyes like Leske had (because hey, it might just work) and took Artilleridley's attack full on.
And then blinked as he realized he was still alive. Magical knowledge filled his mind, and with a grin, Desmond summoned a suit of magical armor, and a large claymore.
"Ah," Magnus said. "Going for the 'Arcane Warrior' style are we? Very interesting..."
Desmond charged Artilleridley and launched a flurry of blade strikes at the foe.
Meanwhile Leske conjured a pair of muskets that he (rather impressively) duel wielded and fired at the other two Ridleys.
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Post by Mizagium on Jun 12, 2013 1:00:34 GMT -5
Rachel and Riley took the brunt of the attacks while ArtilleRidley flew way up high and rained down mortar shells and fire on the Mooketeers. "Only one of us needs to survive this fight!"
"Is he serious?" Rachel demanded, regaining her ground.
"No," Riley replied after shooting some lazah. "I think it's just a figure of speech."
ArtilleRidley began carpet-bombing the stadium. "Hahahahahahaha!"
"Or he's lost his damn mind!" He and Rachel teamed up, shooting at Desmond and Leske, vaporizing as many bullets and dodging as many blades as they could. "We'll deal with him soon. Let's just win the fight!"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jun 12, 2013 1:17:53 GMT -5
"Oh shi-!" Desmond and Leske bgan jumping out of the way as artillery rained down on them. Leske quickly discovered that he wasn't that good at blocking things with his magic. So he decided to go for broke and conjured some more howitzers and began returning the favor to Artilleridley.
Desmond watched Riley and Rachel warily, and glanced over his shoulder. "Hey Ash! You can step in at any time....where's Ash?"
Their third teammate was no longer in his place.
Suddenly Ash appeared behind the two Ridley siblings as if out of thin air, a pair of daggers in his hands. He lunged at the duo.
"Oh hooo~" Magnus raised an eyebrow in interest. "stealth magic. Been a while since I'd seen a magical assassin type." He grinned. "I knew I made a good decision letting those three tag along."
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Post by Mizagium on Jun 13, 2013 1:34:41 GMT -5
Ash's strike brought Rachel and Riley crashing to the floor of the stadium. Riley struggled with all his might, throwing out as much lazah as he could, but the magical assassin quickly closed off his windpipe.
"Wait!" Rachel managed to shout before the same was done to her. "Wait wait wait. Look, clearly, my brother has lost his mind. No, not Riley. Ridley."
As if one cue, ArtilleRidley lobbed a few rounds in the stands, luckily managing to take out only a handful of the remaining viewers. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he shouted. "NO ONE CAN STOP ME!"
"See?" Rachel struggled a bit. "Come on, Mooketeers. Help us out by helping us defeat my insane brother!"
Jeff snorted. "That sounds like a familiar plotline for the universe somehow," he mused, ignoring the fact that he shouldn't know that. Maybe his powers were related to that. I dunno.
"Please?"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jun 14, 2013 0:37:48 GMT -5
The Mooketeers glanced at each other. Leske shrugged....and then dodged out of the way as another round of artillery from the crazed Ridley impacted near his feet.
"Okay fine! We take him out first!"
"One less opponent for us afterwards." Ash added cheerfully.
Desmond just grunted an acknowledgment and threw his sword at Artilleridley. Normally such an action like turning a bladed weapon into a projectile would yield little success. But the magic that Desmond pumped intot he blade turned it into a missile, which was sent hurtling at Artilleridley at high speeds.
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Post by Mizagium on Jun 14, 2013 16:43:08 GMT -5
The magic sword-missile embedded itself in ArtilleRidley's right shoulder-cannon. Apparently, said shoulder-cannons were connected to his nervous system because he immediately began howling in pain. Which caused him to flail about in the air. But he didn't stop firing. Now, the out of control Pterodactyl was firing even MORE randomly, but only from one cannon.
"NO!" he screamed. "Magic weapons, one of my several weaknesses!" He managed to pry the sword loose and toss it aside, but the damage was done. His right shoulder-cannon was now irreparably damaged.
"Magic weapons hurt you?" Riley asked with a confused face. "Then why did the Howizter trigger an evolutionary response instead of obliterating you?"
"Duh! It's a regular weapon CONJURED with magic."
"But the sword is a regular-"
"No time for this!" Rachel shouted, flying forward. "We need to take him down!"
Riley followed her closely. Together the siblings tackled their elder, clawing and climbing all over him. Half-ArtilleRidley was too distracted to fire anymore shells into the audience. He tried to breathe fire, but Rachel clamped his mouth shut.
"Now, Mooketeers! Destroy his other cannon!"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jun 15, 2013 0:09:48 GMT -5
Leske walked over to artilleridley and conjured up another rifle, pointing it at his head. "I'm pretty sure this is a gun that shoots MAGIC bullets." he assured the pterodactyl.
"Just hurry up and turn him back into his old self." Ash said impatiently.
"Right. That's what I'm going to do." Leske scoffed and pulled the trigger.
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Post by Mizagium on Jun 15, 2013 0:47:27 GMT -5
For reasons I'm not quite clear on, Leske's magic headshot only succeeded in turning ArtilleRidley back into regular Ridley. But he wasn't happy. "What the heck, guys?" he demanded, shaking everyone off of him. "What?" Riley and Rachel said in tandem. "Don't you 'what' me! You just almost killed me!" "Well," Riley shrugged sheepishly. "You were going crazy." "That's kind of our thing," Ridley said, exasperated. "Gain new powers, go insane,  , profit!" "We can't afford that right now," Rachel snapped. "We're kind of in the middle of my wedding!" "Yeah, well," Ridley stormed off. "You can do it without me." The purple Pterodactyl took wing and found a seat in the audience, in one of the area he'd previously ruined with his artillery barrage. Rachel and Riley exchanged nervous glances. "Uhh...are we disqualified? One-third of our team just...left." Was there even a referee anymore? Meanwhile, up in the stands... "This fight sucks," Xeltyr observed. "But they're actually fighting," Jeff retorted. "Yeah, that's the point. This straight-up fight between teams of minor characters is about as exactly as interesting as I thought it would be." Jeff shrugged. "At least we got some character development and a transformation sequence. But do you really want another 4-page fight between insane people?" "Isn't that sort of what Southryos was?" |
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jun 15, 2013 1:17:58 GMT -5
"Huh...we actually won." Desmond sounded rather amazed at that fact.
"I'm sooooooo proud of you!" Magnus cheered, eyes filled with something akin to fatherly pride. No, that's not quite right. It was more along the lines of someone who had just watched their pet perform a trick for the first time.
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Post by Monika on Jun 15, 2013 11:52:37 GMT -5
"Well, that was a really interesting match," Hioma said, unable to find another adjective to describe what she had witnessed. "Nostalgic, too! It reminds me of this battle in Awesome Land I read about a while back. Would you guys like to hear the story?" She was speaking specifically to Cale, Jeff and Zelmon - during the middle of the battle she had positioned herself so that Cale was on her left side, Jeff on her right and Zelmon in front of her, hoping it would minimize the chance of stray shells (or tentacles) hitting her. She was still around, so apparently it had worked.
Not waiting for an answer, Hioma began her story. "Well, it's an exciting tale that all starts with Leon Ver-" She cut herself off abruptly and shoved her hands into her pocket, taking out the Pen of Love!
"Is something wrong, milady?" Zelmon asked. "Leon isn't here anymore, so he won't-
"If we don't do something soon, Zelmon, Leon will lose his job!"
The apprentice Love Crusader raised an inquisitive eyebrow from behind his helmet. "Milady, I'm afraid I don't quite understand."
"After that battle with the Illusive Squid, Leon disappeared, leaving no one to monitor his tournament," Hioma explained.
"Well, I get that, milady. I'm more confused as to why you should care."
Smiling, Hioma answered "Leon may occasionally be a malevolent, insensitive jerk-
"-He nearly murdered you, milady-"
"-but he's still a person. As protagonists, we are obligated to help everyone who isn't a clear-cut villain."
"Milady, he-
With a calm but warning tone to her voice, Hioma lightly chided Zelmon. "Being a hero is about looking at the big picture, Zelmon. A shortsighted approach to heroism leads only to misfortune down the road. Think of it this way: If the D.W.A.R.F. leaders find out he's gone without a suitable replacement, Leon could very easily return to find his job gone. If that happens, who knows what he might do? Go on a rampage with one of his monstrous creatures? Find himself a new job as 'Evil Emperor of Esteros'? (She made a mental note to add a point to her alliteration score). Sometimes we must do what we don't agree with in the present in order to prevent calamities in the future."
Unable to make a single point against Hioma's rather sound argument, Zelmon nodded his head and replied "Very well, milady. Tell me what must be done and I shall do it without hesitation."
"That's the spirit, Zelmon! Are you any good at announcing?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Hioma opened up her Notebook of Fate! and hastily scribbled "A lifeguard tower rose from the ground of the arena in a safe place. Zelmon, eager to fulfill his duties as a Love Crusader, climbed all the way up to the top of the tower. Once he had made it there, a megaphone and a copy of Leon's combatant list for the 193rd Bi-Monthly D.W.A.R.F. Tournament fell in his lap."
"Milady, what are you-" Zelmon was suddenly overcome with the urge to walk toward an empty spot in Leon's game show arena. The spot didn't stay empty for long, however, as a massive lifeguard tower similar to the one Leon had been sitting in erupted from the ground. With a surprising amount of grace for an armored knight, Zelmon climbed to its top and, once he was securely seated, a rolled up piece of parchment fell in his lap, followed by a large, silver megaphone.
"Good luck, Zelmon! I know you can do it!" Hioma waved at him, beaming.
Panting from his climb atop the tower, Zelmon shook his head and asked himself "Did I have to go through this much trouble during my days as a squire?" Deciding to reminisce a little later, Zelmon unfurled the parchment, put the megaphone up to his helmet and spoke. "The winner, um, winners of Fight 6 are Ash, Leske, and Desmond! Congratulations!" Zelmon clapped rather feebly, his metal gauntlets making his applause sound much louder than it should have been. "For Fight 7, our combatants will be-" Zelmon brought the list closer to his eyes to read the combatant descriptions Leon had written there. "-the two characters who have done the least in this story, Xeltyr and Trosdan! When you both are ready, you may take your spots on the stage and begin." He looked down toward Hioma for a sign of approval.
She nodded her head, one hand holding a pompom high into the air and the other giving him a thumbs up.
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Post by blazinvire on Jun 15, 2013 14:26:48 GMT -5
Remarkably, Perish was actually starting to get bored playing dead. It was only strange because normally she was insanely patient person who could wait entire lifetimes for a specific person to die of old age for one reason or another, so one could only guess it had something to do with the mental breakage earlier.
Hopefully she'd get better someday, it wasn't like her mental state was set in stone -there was that one time where she played as a Blood Empress after a psychotic breakdown and ended up building elaborate blood-drawing necromantic machines.
Those were the days...
"Have we won yet?" Perish's corpse queried Jeff finally, "Can I go home? Or should I be gathering some blood in preparation to kill everyone here?"
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Post by Calefrun on Jun 15, 2013 17:58:25 GMT -5
Cetis, who had apparently fallen asleep during the last match, responded to Perish's question as he began to rouse from his slumber. "No, Mrs. Nesbitt, the badgers are all here. Nobody needs to get spanked at this tea party." He watched her for a moment with that unchanging, overjoyed expression of his, then promptly fell back asleep.
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Post by Mizagium on Jun 15, 2013 21:10:56 GMT -5
Xeltyr appeared on-stage, looking rather excited. "Finally, a chance for me to prove I'm not totally useless in this situation, that I am actually a character-with powers and everything."
He drew his bow and flourished his wind magic.
"It's still going," Jeff told Perish. "I mean, if you want to start gathering some blood, I'm game." He thought about that. "Wait, do we have to drain it?"
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Post by blazinvire on Jun 15, 2013 21:40:00 GMT -5
"Eh, if the blood is shed, I can use it. It just can't be in people's veins," Perish replied airily, wondering about that giant ritual she'd setup earlier. Sure summoning that thing would be entertaining for awhile, but she'd eventually have to deal with it after it killed everyone -or deal with the people who actually managed to kill it, both avenues quite unpleasant, but there was an excess of energy stored in those symbols...
Perhaps focusing on necrotic infusions would be a better idea until she'd snowballed enough strength to make a sizeable impact.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Jun 15, 2013 23:53:21 GMT -5
The Dayman stepped away from his beautiful wife and all of her divinity, and wandered over towards Prince Elton.
Prince Elton's eyes began to kawaii hardcore as shit and squeeing became imminent as he shuffled his feet and hands. Rainbows began to shoot out from various joins and finger tips, occasionally hitting what very few audience members were left. Turning them different shades of red, green, yellow, and blue. The red audience members began to rage, attacking the weaker members of a yellow nature that were scared to death. The green members became well...green with envy...and became quite jealous of all the attention that the yellow members were getting. What the hell made the yellows so great? I mean really? All the while the blue members were huddling in the corner crying from depression and sadness. It was quite an affair. The cherubim took their normal cupidy forms and began to try and act as riot control, pulling the scuffle apart and attempting to shoot the red raging audience members with love arrows to calm them.
Meanwhile, Prince Elton is still squeeing as The Dayman steps through the emotional chaos to get ever closer. Prince Elton began to mumble to himself. "Is he finally choosing me?! Is he leaving his sweet Diane to take solace in my loving royal arms! I could take him away to my island, and we would lay about the beach in our skivvies, nibbling on grapes (and each other!) all day while the royal scribes write tales of our beautifu...OOW!!"
His words were cut off and replaced with a sharp wail, as The Dayman had just pulled a small shiv from his infinity belt and poked Prince Elton in the arm. He turned to Perish and shouted above the emotional chaos, "Would this be enough blood to mess with? I mean really, he is possessed. It's not like it was make a difference if the guy died or not right?"
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Post by blazinvire on Jun 16, 2013 0:56:39 GMT -5
...Did she just hear that right? The Dayman's voice, more or less talking and inferring that he was attempting to help Perish? Obviously things were getting seriously messed up, but this felt like it was taking it to another level -especially since she'd attempted to murder him.
It forced her to finally drop her corpse-facade and sit up to properly look at the origin of the Dayman's voice, growing a little concerned and a touch disturbed at the rainbow-influenced crowd. That came from the bleeding guy yes?
"Uh... I suppose I could use that... so not going to consume it though, the blond hair is more than enough surprises," Perish said, actually a little off-balance as she attempted to get her head around the situation.
Though, what on earth could she do with a supply of blood without storing it for later? Actually maybe she could build a poison out of it, sure seemed the right kind of blood for it...
"Eh, the more the better when it comes to blood and me," Perish said with a helpless shrug, making a beckoning gesture with a finger, causing the spilled blood to immediately start flowing along over to her.
The ritual from earlier started breaking apart and rearranging into something curiously three-dimensional that the blood ran up into, like some invisible chalice with smoking black engravings, slowly filling with blood.
So alas, Perish had decided to just attempt to roll with it rather than figure out why the heck the Dayman was attempting to help her.
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Post by Calefrun on Jun 16, 2013 1:44:53 GMT -5
Without waking up, Cetis mumbled, “WHAT IS THIS? FOOD? I DIDN’T COME HERE TO HAVE MY APPETITE SATED—I CAME HERE TO GET DRUNK!”
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Post by Damien on Jun 18, 2013 13:36:21 GMT -5
Trosdan popped onto the stage, pulling his staff from his back. Upon setting the bottom tip of his staff on the ground, a multitude of vines, leaves, and other plant things began to grow around him. A gentle breeze began to blow, rustling the leaves and plants he had conjured. He then conjured storm clouds overhead and made the ground quake, both from the booming thunder as well as seismic activity, which in turn caused a small amount of magma to rise to the surface...all just a display of power for the audience's enjoyment.
"Finally!" he exclaimed. "I've been waiting to get in on this. Xeltyr, was it? Let's make this a good show, and may the best humanoid creature win!" He winked at Xeltyr and entered an offensive stance, his eyes glowing an earthy-green color.
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, profit!"
