@thewizardguy

"u-um... ok, I enjoyed a lot of food but i don't really think I have a favorite, I worked as a nurse once I was out of school, and star wars. I know star trek was pretty good and supposedly had an interesting story but I just couldn't get into it for whatever reason. Also, no i can't fight really. I've pretty much been running away any time anything dangerous has shown up... What're you going to do to me?" Kyoko replies timidly, the comfort and relative friendliness she was treated with spurring her into talking though what the Darquesse was actually doing while the two of them spoke kept a look of worry on her face and a certain level of fear in her voice. While the fire helped, the Darquesse couldn't help but notice that Kyoko seemed to not really need it as her eyes shifted to a much more reptilian or perhaps cat-like appearance, allowing her to see in the near total if not total dark though the process seemed much more akin to her pupils dilating than a conscious effort, showing quite clearly that her powers extended beyond her inhuman strength. Outside of her new-found eyes, she appeared quite normal still and was actively looking around the room more for an exit really than anything else

@supertinyking

Mithais cried out in mortal agony as Alucard's hand punctured right through him, releasing his royal blood directly into his heart. There was no hope of resisting it, the blood had him. It seeped immediately into his core, already changing him, bringing with it power, memories, and domination. Vampire blood just worked that way. Perhaps it would have been better if Alucard had just killed him, because now, he could do anything he wanted with him. Furious with his helplessness, grieving for the loss of his own self control, Mithias feared the curse that had been laid upon him, even as his world began to blacken. As he passed out, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky, he wouldn't wake up.

Denial refused to manifest however, and Mithias awoke to find himself once gain sopping wet with seawater, on a hard floor in someother very strange place. The lights blurred his vision, and he saw structures around him that looked like metal trees. Where was he? Memories of what had just happened came rushing to his consciousness as he began to sort out what was real and what was a dream, and unfortunately, none if it had been a dream. His body trembled as he tried to move, and he realized that he had been left in a very weakened state. The thirst that drove his kind immediately rose up and grabbed him by the throat. Blood... oh so close to him. All his being was instantly focused on it.

Martin could see that what lay before him was the most curious thing. A vampire, unconscious, alone in the ocean, and wearing a black colored uniform that bore an Imperial emblem on the left front, just above a terrible hole over the heart where it had been damaged somehow. The vampire's chest had apparently healed, but certainly it had been either lucky or powerful to have survived such a wound. There was also this black mark upon its otherwise pristine white skin...

A bolt of terror shot through Martin as the vampire suddenly lunged at him from the floor. Its' white claws stopped only inches from Martin's neck-vein as the robots around Mithias instantly grabbed and restrained him. The vampire's eyes glowed a deadly red, radiant with the magic that fueled and animated a dead corpse. The vampire spoke weakly as it fell into the robot's arms, staring at Martin with ravenous hunger. "Blood... I need blood." Not much else was on its' mind.

@Wraithblade6 @thewizardguy

"......Well..that's...expected." Martin says, scratching his chin. A small medical kit on wheels rolls over, hops up onto the bedside table, and opens up revealing a blood bag. Fresh, blood. One of the huge mechs releases Mithias's right arm, letting him grab the blood bag.
"So, you're hungry...anything else I can get you, tea? A burger...slippers? Maybe while I'm going to be catering to you, you'd mind..telling me what the fuck you're doing in the ocean?" Martin asks, frowning. He then held up a rod, which might cause Mithias to feel as if Martin was holding a cross. A very powerful cross, one that reeks of holiness.
"Also..I know what you are, Vampire. I've met vampires before, and I've seen you all beaten to death by assistants armed with tool boxes, or a Chaplin with his bible, and this..." Martin adds, waving the null rod. He grips it a bit tighter, fear forming in his heart, and something odd happened...it vanished. "...Shit..." Martin says, before the fur of his right arm turned red. Mithias could smell the holy power coming from it, before Martin's arm burst into flames for a moment.
"...I guess that's what the chaplin was saying when he spoke of the hand of god..." Martin mutters, before he just points at Mithias. "Talk now. I'll figure out the fuck I did to myself later..." He barks, a mix of fear, and adrenaline flowing though him.

@Gentlemanvaultboy @thewizardguy @Wraithblade6




Ozo, for the most part, did what he did best for his friends as they set up camp for the night. He pulled out a pot from his backpack, some dried herbs, and vegetables, and some dried meats. Quickly putting them all together in the pot, and setting it on a rock, which was planted into the edge of the bonfire, he stirred it as it began to steam, conduction doing its thing.
"If you don't want a soup to spoil, never boil...If you want soup to be a winner, simmer, simmer...." He hums as he cooks, the large fish man sings that simple melody over, and over, as he stirs, and seasons his soup. After a few hours, he puts forth his creation, as everyone was winding down for the night. "There ya go. I hope you all enjoy soup, made by a master chef!" Ozo declares, proud of his work, and indeed, it's the work of almost heavenly proportions. After drinking his portion, as Ozo does little chewing, he flops onto the ground, and sleeps.



Ozo woke with a start, the last to awaken, and only due to the arrival of the strange knight. Ozo sat up, and wiped his eyes. "..Well..Hello! My name is Ozo...you're some sort of powerful being! A knight of great standing...Oh..why are we here? Well, I'm here to help them! They saved my life, and I seek to repay such a debt...also..as for the gods following me, they're hitch hikers, not gods of mine. One of them follows my human friend...and the other sorta just..showed up, after I ate a chunk of magical sword...So..yes, there's that." Ozo begins, smiling widely.Out of all of them, grief found no home in his heart. He's lived his life with no regrets. No remorse. Any failure, a learning experience to improve upon. Any victory, even hard fought, celebrated. Friends lost, revered, rather than mourned.
However, excitement filled the gap left by grief. He seemed to almost glow with anticipation, expecting something great, wondrous, magical from this encounter. He rocked on his feet, his fat fishy feet, not knowing what would come next, but seeming giddy all the same. Be it a fight, or a new friend, he was ready, and waiting.

@supertinyking

Through a red haze, Mithias realized that "food" was within arm's reach. The bag was warm, preserved. Had he not been somehow familiar with alternate ways of eating, it may have taken him longer, but he picked it up, and with as much control as he had, bit into a corner. His strength began to return, and much of the pain he had been feeling subsided, yet not all of it.

No sooner had the vampire's eyes lost their redness than Martin was wisely prepared with a holy artifact, a null rod. Still held by the robot behind him, Mithias shied back from the object held before him, looking at it with grave worry. "Please, stop." He looked away from the flaming hand that pointed at him as if to find some escape. He was shaken, and confused, lost, and trying to figure out where exactly he was. The strange, new fire in his veins quelled, nearly gone in the presence of the hand's aura. "Please, I am powerless in the presence of your holy artifact. It terrifies me." Mithias leaned away, appearing troubled enough by the threat of the holy null rod, which was now in the form of Martin's right hand. Mithias closed his eyes until Martin calmed down a bit and backed off.

"My name is Mithias, Varomere. I was in charge of a special operation strike force of 100 Imperial soldiers. We were to gather valuable information on Alucard and his Tyrannid forces. It was never meant to be a battle. I led us to where I had sensed the enemy, but it was a terrible mistake. Now they are all dead." Pained by this, Mithias grit his teeth. Looking down at himself, he noticed the rent in his uniform, and the curious black star that now covered his heart. He moved his one free hand to touch it cautiously, concernedly.

"In death or dishonor..." He repeated, remembering the terms of his curse. Mithias didn't yet explain everything to Martin. Hell, he had no idea who or what Martin was. Was there even a chance to stop Alucard when he himself was compromised, and how was he going to... ? Then his heart leapt into his throat with sudden realization.

"Do not kill me!" Mithias shouted. "Please! Whatever you do, you mustn't allow me to die, or I will transform into a mindless, unstoppable fiend!" He was dead serious. He had to try to explain somehow. "The other vampire, Alucard, I was wrong about him. He isn't who I thought he was, and he's cursed me. He is the one that cast me into that ocean where you found me, with the intent that I struggle and suffer and amuse him until I..." Mithias didn't really want to admit the next part, but he did. "He said he would take me over and use me to kill everyone. Now, if you please, you have to let me go so I can undo this. Alucard must be stopped before he destroys the world."

@thewizardguy@Gentlemanvaultboy@supertinyking

By the end of the first day, Damien, was getting tired. They had walked a long while, and although he was a powerful magic user, Damien was also, human. Looking to be barely into his 20's, the human didn't have years of adventuring yet under his belt. He sat down at the campsite and didn't say much, but truly, he was grateful for Ozo's cooking. He would have liked to have asked about this Arthur that Firebrand grumbled over, but passed for a later time. He ate well and thanked the strange creature that was Ozo, then, under the watch of a demon, a fishman, and a soul-devouring wraith, and possibly the lord of hell, Damien slept.

The second day, Damien made no complaints, but forced himself up and to become mobile again, after taking care of his basic needs. He approached his allies with the 5 vellums that Firebrand had given him, he looked like he was trying to hide his anxiety over what he was about to do.

"My lord Firebrand. Ozo, the fish... It is with great trust and faith in my dark lord below that I have decided to share my magic with you through these scrolls." Damien swallowed. Trust was something fairly difficult for him. He withdrew the set of scrolls out of his robes. "The spells that I have inscribed here, are some of the most powerful, most evil magics I know. You must not open any one of these, unless you are prepared to unleash death itself. ... Make no mistake about your intent. As I hand them to you, I am trusting you both with my life."

Each of the scrolls, he pointed out to them, for they were each a different spell. His allies would have to chose which they wanted to carry.

Spell scrolls:

energy drain http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Energy_Drain_(Spell)
finger of death http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Finger_of_Death
eyebite http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Eyebite
blind http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Blindness/Deafness
ghoul touch http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Ghoul_Touch

Later, the group ran into the tall, silver knight. Damien was hit hard by the chaotic emotional aura and was in essence crippled. Still, he walked, confused, angry, despairing, and laughing, he walked on to keep up with the others, his eyes wet with ridiculous tears. But oh he knew something was affecting him, and god save it if he ever found out what. He didn't give a care what the knight said about mortals and their "false gods," Damien was pissed... and sad... and pissed again....

The best he could manage was to stay as silent as possible, trying to contain the outbursts that rose up and threatened to move his tongue. he clutched his unholy symbol and concentrated on fearing his god. Hopefully, Firebrand or Ozo could negotiate with this aggravating presence.

@Wraithblade6

"...Oh thank god. I'd be far more worried if you weren't terrified of this thing...more likely to drench you in hold water." Martin says, covering his arm in a long fabric glove. He hoped that this would be a thin enough shield that, should this vampire try something. With a wave of his hand, the robots back away, but stay within distance to intercept, and if need be, destroy. Martin, using his other hand, holds it out to help Mithias up. "I'm sure you're a least a little weak still...if you need, I've more blood for you. Not my own, but the station has a healthy supply of blood from some donors, and if you want fresh, then I have a few who could donate." He mentions. Where once was fear, was over confidence. He had Mithias by the short hairs, a simple slap away from bathing the vampire in holy flame. He had, in his mind, nothing to fear.
This might be incredibly stupid. "....Now then...You mentioned an Alucard....Dracula, backwards, so I'm guessing he's a fully powered vampire...He's going to be a pain to deal with. I've a plan, already thought up. I'll need to put it into action..but as you're here, on a ship filled with robots able to destroy even vampires, I've a job for a fellow like you...for Plan B. You see, Tyranid...Those sound bad. Very bad. I'm guessing they work like Xenomorphs....So...we need to get ready for the world to get fucked. We must also prepare, for the counter-fuckening." Martin begins. "In case plan A, fails, I'm going to be working on plan B.....This ship is equiped with an entire R&D department, able to replicate almost anything, save for straight magic. On a scientific level, most likely this ship is the most advanced thing flying about as of right now....And it's ability to replicate, and duplicate tech, is astounding....Also, it's simplified so even the brain dead morons I worked with could do it." Martin begins. "So, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna go around, find kick ass tech, break it down, remake it, make it better, put it together, and kick the fuck out of this Alucard, and these Tyra-fucks. If plan A fails. Always have a plan B, unless your plan A is suicide." Martin puts.

TL:DR "We're gonna go steal shit, make it better, fuck up the nids and Alucat with it."

"..So...You in, Ocean Man?" Martin asks Mithias.

@supertinyking

The fear and the feeling of being human began to fade once the sight of the holy flaming arm was covered. Mithias stood in front of the robots who watched him using some kind of AI of their own. But even as his power returned, so also did Mithias become aware of a sensation of pain in his chest. It was like the wound was still open, heart torn and bleeding. In fact, it was a discomfort that radiated through his whole body, prevading everywhere, knawing at him persistently in a mocking fashion as if taunting him to let it change him. The holy radiance he'd endured only a moment ago had been much kinder than this. Mithias covered a hand over his chest. Trying to ignore it was aggrivating.

"Captain," Mithias said with a bit of a fangy grimmance. "Suicide is definitely not an option, so I am in, for whatever plan you might have, but beware, we only have 5 more days to prepare after today. Then, Alucard will send his mutant forces to swarm Arcadia and hell knows what will become of me. Ah, did you say you had more blood?" Mithias could tell by scent that the blood had come from the comatose servitors. "Let me feed from them. It will not turn them, and I will not kill them. I have to do something to quell this fire in my veins."

Martin's speach and demeanor were odd, but Mithias was used to things that are odd. After slaking his thirst, one way or another, he was still harassed by the pain, but remained determined to act in spite of it. He wondered sadly if Tsukune had endured the same and how long he had held out before he died.

Mithias took a seat on one of the counters. "You and your ship have great capability, sir, but you and I won't be able to take on Alucard ourselves. We need to bring together as many of the other factions as we can, while we still can. I don't know what kind of technology, or biology Alucard is using, but I think the Imperium of Man might. Maybe they can help you replicate it or something that would be stronger against it." Mithias looked solemn, reluctant. "We need to go to them. Also, they need to know what happened in the Atlantic and hear my report. Your knowledge and understanding will be critical, my friend. We shoudl get moving."

With a slight giggle Darquesse once more sped across the room. To Kyoko's now augmented vision she was a blue of shadows and lights, clearly caught up in something else as she half payed attention to the answers. In truth the questions had ceased to interest her the moment they had left her lips, but more interesting was the question of whether or not the girl would answer. She appeared at the back of the room and reached out, feeling the aura of the place. People had died here, buried alive within these walls. The first to have come here, those who had resisted her rule. Your garden variety necromancer would draw power from these walls, and combine it with the power within themselves. She, however, was a God of Magic, linked through her True Name to the Source. She merely opened herself up and she felt magic fill her, flowing through her fingers and into the world, suffusing the very air. The ground trembled and the winds whipped in this little basement, lights burning out as Darquesse spoke the language of magic. She could feel the very heartbeat of the earth, the atoms in the air, the slow march of time as it flowed about her. And she reached out, gripping the very fabric of this reality, and she wove it into a more pleasing form. And as he hands moved the world obeyed, and space and time bent to her command. This was the power of Darquesse, the Death Bringer, the Destroyer of Worlds. And before such power, the very laws of physics trembled.

After a few moments the torrential winds seemed to die down, and some sense of normality returned to the basement. Darquesse panted, as she grinned wildly. When she had started, she had not known she could do what she had done, and yet now she knew it could be no other way. Her understanding grew by the day, and even within this alien world her powers grew ever greater. And when when her powers returned to her in full once more, she would once more walk between worlds, and extinguish the light of the stars. But that was for later. Remembering that she was in the company of another she gestured, the wind once more tidying her hair as her perspiration obediently evaporated. She could not allow herself to look tired, nor betray the effort that task had taken. Instead she flashed Kyoko what she considered a reassuring grin and tossed her a black gem. When Kyoko caught it she would feel a strange tingling in her hands at it's touch, as if electric, but felt none of the agony that would have been inflicted upon other mortal beings. Her lack of a 'soul' in the traditional sense as a receptacle for magic allowed her to hold this object without fear for the necromantic magic within. Darquesse spent a moment marvelling at her own genius, and then proceeded to explain her plan as she rummaged through a series of metal cabinets.

"All right, let's see. There's a fellow over the sea who's protecting something. Some damn fancy magic too, because I can't for the life of me figure out how it works. Anyone I send, including myself, forgets where they were going and heads back. I've been testing it for months now, and nothing I try seems to work. But you, you should be completely unaffected, considering your.... unique, nature." Darquesse did neglect to mention that, had she not had such a need for Kyoko's assistance, the girl would herself have been dissected, searching for the reason for this lack of a soul. "Now this little gem should open up a portal, allowing me to rip through my opponent's defences. If you carry it into the heart of the nation there'll be nothing stopping me from entering. Then I'll know what's at the core of this strange magic, and I'll simply break it down from within." Darquesse smiled at the prospect, her face settling into preemptive smugness as she imagined besting her evasive opponent.

She retrieved a bundle of cloth from inside of the drawers. Unwrapping the thick but smooth material she revealed a long dagger made from an amber-coloured metal. It was the image of practicality, not adorned with any gaudy decorations. But something about the way Darquesse slowed down while holding it gave the impression that this was a powerful object indeed. "This little baby was designed to kill Gods, and from what I can tell it can. Holding it is fine, but even the slightest cut will instantly kill just about anything. Not sure if it would work on you, but I would recommend not testing it. The results tend to be final, and if it does work, even my powers would be unable to bring you back. If you manage to run into whoever caused that little bubble of protection stab em with this. If you're lucky they'll rely on magical protection, and this thing will go straight through that. Remember, all you need to do is nick them." She carefully handed the weapon to Kyoko, taking her own warning into account as she avoided the edge. Normal weapons were all but useless against her, but this thing was among the few things that could actually put her down for good. "So, any last words before I toss you into a strange land of mysterious and inexplicable magics?"

The armoured giant quietly observed the party as Ozo and Firebrand explained themselves. It's voice was like a children's choir, a change which appeared to signal something akin to amusement. "Indeed. My purpose is merely to find the false god who rules this place. I am what you would call a.... paladin. I serve the Prince of Pleasure, the Lord of Chaos, Slaanesh. And my goal here is simply to enforce the rule and domain of my deity." The strange figure would respond only with amusement to the disgust Damien no doubt felt at being confronted by one of the servants of a God of Chaos, antithesis to Asmodeus. "But I find myself unable to penetrate into this being's domain. This place is a maze of mirrors, and reality is not as it seems. It is a veil even I am somewhat unable to pierce." A hint of anger underlied the creature's words, and a sympathetic wave of hatred for this place struck the party like a wave. It was difficult to stand here and not agree with all this stranger said.

"Allow me to help us both." The figure turned to Firebrand, and a wave of power rocked nearby trees. "I alone may be unable to pierce these defences, but perhaps I can assist you in your quest." He reached out one armoured gauntlet, and as he opened his hand the very air seemed to tremble. All could feel the magic emanating from the object he held, but Firebrand most of all. Even without the assistance of the emotional whirlwind this would have sent his mind tumbling. What was held in those hands was impossible, and yet there it was, floating as if it had any right to exist here, let alone be presented to him once more. "Consider this a gift, devil. Wield it, and open the path, that we may proceed. I know that you will have the power to do so." Hovering over the paladin's palm was a small black stone, the Crest of Infinity, one of the most powerful artefacts from Firebrand's home universe. And he knew that he could simply reach out and take it, regaining the power he had willingly surrendered.

The world seemed to shrink down, compress itself into a single point in space, as if the darkness of that black stone had consumed all but itself and Firebrand. It was impossible. No, that wasn't right. He had seen impossible many times. Nothing was impossible when worlds got all jumbled up. It was unthinkable. No, that wasn't it either. He could have surmised that all interworld flotsam would eventually make its way to poor accursed Arcadia. The truth was he hadn't wanted to think about it. He hadn't wanted to even consider the possibility. How in all the Hells of the universe had the gluttonous thing managed to find its way back to him?

He could feel a dull ache growing in his chest with every thrum of power the crest gave off, It spread throughout his body, awakening all the old and buried scars. A burn from the dragon, Somulo, a wound in the side from Arma, a deep gash in the back from the cowardly Phalanx, and wounds older still from the like of Nagus and Breager of the Black Light. You are old, it seemed to be telling him, you are strong but you are old and one day you will turn around to find another young strong gargoyle coming up behind you and he will only have to be as lucky as you were.

What the black crest, the Infinite Crest, the Blazon of Nothingness, offered was perfection. The power to rule through might that could not be challenged. He had forsaken such ambition along with it. He wanted to crack it in two and be done with it, but the logical part of brain used all its might to keep him in check. It wasn't the crest of king here, in this moment. It was a key. It could be the key he had searched for all of yesterday, the key necessary to break through this weird space and make their way to the strange building. He was searching for a way to get ahead of whatever disaster he felt coming and this land had presented it to him on a silver platter.

His eyes tore away from the crest and the world suddenly had color and texture again. He looked up at the paladin, eyes narrowed. "How did you come by that?" He asked breathlessly. "And how do you know that it is mine?"

The creature seemed to laugh, a sound simultaneously beautiful and terrifying. It was a twisted rainbow washing over the clearing. It was then that it became clear that, despite the words filling the clearing, the knight had not once opened his mouth. It was the being around him, the imp on his shoulder, that spoke. It was the voice of a God. "Foolish mortal creature. I own it because you wish for it. It is yours because I offer it to you. This power I will grant you, for now and forevermore, to wield as you see fit." The stone seemed to float there, radiating energy, but there was another thing. For Firebrand could feel that the offer was not that of a moment. To accept this stone now would grant him it's power, but he would not be able to give it up as easily as he had before. It was strength beyond measure, the power to become a living god, but it had also caused a loss within him. But as the Paladin held out the stone he offered more than just it's power, whispered a thousand times into his ears. He offered pleasure and pain, he offered love, grief and anguish. He offered eternal youth and perfection, he offered the pinnacle of life to be enjoyed and despaired over for all eternity. He could feel the God engulfing him, filling his ears with promises, and each of them struck true. No lie could be spoken by those divinely innocent lips, even as sadistic eyes stared him down. Love, lust, agony, grief, happiness, glee, despair, fear, anger, hate, suffering, vanity, pride.... all fell within Slaanesh's domain, the domain of the greatest of the Chaos Gods. And he would grant all of these gifts to Firebrand free of charge, because even as he was gifted the ocean he would drown in it, lost in the power.

To the others, there was no sign, no movement. But a moment passed for a minute felt by the devil. And his decision here would change the destiny of the entire world, if not the universe. With one word he could become the Ultimate Gargoyle, greatest of the Ghoul Realm, and with that power he might repel the threat upon Arcadia. Or he might simply become the next great threat. By refusing the stone he might plunge the world into an era of darkness, or he might save it from a tyrant that had yet to exist. Either way much would hang in the balance, and it was not a decision that could be postponed. In this moment, the fate of the world was decided, one way or another.

@thewizardguy

Firebrand slowly stepped forward, and took flight up to the paladins outstretched palm. He hovered there, breathing steadily. Did he want it? But, no, he knew the being puppeting this knight spoke true. He did. Every day, it the depths of his soul, there wasn't a moment he didn't regret giving up this power. Throwing away his one chance to do what every dream that haunted the underworld dreamed of, and for what? Surely he would have been called a hero. Surly, even as a brutal tyrant, they would still chant the name of the Hero Firebrand with pride for accomplishing what so many had sought? Those he had destroyed for this crest were dead, they could not judge him and had no right besides. Had they not also been seeking the crest? Had they not fought and killed and burned just as he had? And what had stopped him the first time he reached out for such power but the intervention of a coward schemer? Would he have not been a better king than Phalanx for all those years? There was no point in concerning himself with the fate of those he had crushed on his path to the crest, they had simply not been strong enough. No one could disparage him for that, least of all himself, the hypocrites! Why had he ever forsaken it in the first place!?

Rest assured, Joker. Everyone here bears the world's fate...

Firebrand snapped to attention, arm outstretched to take up what was rightfully his, and halted. There was something behind him, visible to the depraved god and, in this strange moment, perhaps everyone present. A knight, clad in shining silver, eyes steely and fearless staring back at Slaanesh from the depths of the demons soul. His enemy. The enemy he was meant to fight. The enemy who, after taking this power, meeting in battle again would be rendered meaningless. The Blazon of Nothingness. With it, the greatest joy that could be had would be reduced to nothing. There would be only the cold.

He pushed himself back, opened his mouth, and launched a buster at the Crest of Infinity.

@thewizardguy

Kyoko was surprisingly unphased by the display of magic the Darquesse showed, completely lacking the necessary abilities to see, feel, or otherwise detect that anything was occurring at all besides the strange wind that had picked up. However a large portion of her focus was put on the stone as soon as it was handed to her, causing her to miss out on the explanation of the inner workings of it, but when the dagger was taken out she shakes her head, stating "I-I took an oath to not kill anyone. I can't take something like that." with a surprising conviction in her voice as she flat out refuses the god-killing blade despite the power it might contain (and despite how much the person playing her really wants it ;-;).

"Outside of that... I have no idea what's going on... Street magic's all well and good but you're not going to kill someone by pulling a rabbit out of a hat" Kyoko says with a confused tone, having missed an explanation for the world she'd been dumped into, why she'd been dumped there, or how in the hell she'd gotten her powers. Speaking of powers, considering the Darquesse was now this close, I doubt she missed the fact that Kyoko's eyes changed to resemble that of an entirely different species without magic or any sort of fan fare short of maybe a blink.

@Tyki

The changing eyes had been noticed, but mostly ignored. Darquesse had known more than any other that magic was vast beyond comprehension, and even for her a true understanding of it's nature might take centuries. For this being to exhibit powers she did not truly understand was only natural, especially if she could not recognise them as magic. It was simply another aspect for her to master, in time, simply another of life's little mysteries to unravel. And she had known that Kyoko bore special powers, after all. It might even be similar to Valkyrie, who, after losing her True Name, had somehow discovered a new branch of magic in the void left behind.

The 'oath', however, did annoy her. What point was a servant who would not kill? Had she the time she would torture those silly little ideas out of this mortal's mind, but for the moment she simply could not spare the minutes of the day. She could tell that whatever was in that strange land had been increasing in power, gathering energy, for God-knows-what. She could not allow it to surpass her power, for in besting it she was certain she would rediscover her true powers. Then there would be nothing capable of stopping her. So why did this little creature insist on being a nuissance? With clear hatred in her eyes Darquesse retracted the blade, once more replacing it on her shelf. When she turned to once more speak to Kyoko there was a clearly colder tone in her voice, as Kyoko now floated between tool and obstacle, an uncomfortable position in the best of times. "Well then, perhaps you could lie on the floor and pretend to be a rock. Don't complain to me, however, when whatever it is turns you into a vegetable." Considering it's ability to confuse even Darquesse's senses, there was no doubt it would be able to do just that.

"Regardless, let's get this over with before you remember you've also made an oath against being useful." She roughly grabbed Kyoko, and once more they were both dragged through darkness and cold, reappearing on the roof of the mansion above. Not waiting for the mortal girl to get her bearings Darquesse shot off, drawing amusement from Kyoko's confusion. "Just remember to head towards the middle, and you'll be fine, alright? Head to the edge, and I'll just have to toss you back in until something sticks." With those words of encouragement the small God tossed Kyoko into the air, and she smashed down onto the ground on a rocky beach with enough force to shatter bones. Although Darquesse doubted it would do any real, permanent damage to the girl, she was nothing if not pettily vindictive. Watching for a moment Darquesse then zoomed off even as she felt the place once more trying to cloud her mind.

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Ozo watched in awe, as Firebrand and this mysterious knight spoke. However, the mention of a Chaos god worried him. Chaos cared little for good, or the weak, and normally would walk over them as if they were but stones in the street. Law would normally protect the weak, but also at times, trampled them like insects, underneath a tyrant's boot. This plopped Ozo flatly in the neutral good area of morality. Seeking to do good, and only good, be it though law, or chaos. As such, he looked at the knight, and what he offered with hesitant caution. What would this do to his friend, should he take it? What would be-
Then, he saw the knight. A specter?! A ghost, or maybe, a memory so strong, it was made manifest. Ozo saw the man, and inside, felt some respect for a knight of such standing. He looked to be a man who would do whatever it took, to protect that which he cared about. With this knight there, he saw Firebrand seek to strike down that which the knight offered, and Ozo could only agree with this. Quickly, he moved himself in between the attack, and his necromancer friend.
"Stay behind me, friend, lest the blast scorch your skin!" Ozo let out, as he raises an arm, switching to Robo-Ozo, and firing a sawblade into the crest as well, seeking to aid in Firebrand's attack. "Firebrand, I stand beside you, any choice you make here! If destroying that is what you seek, then destroy it we will!" Ozo declared, boldly, as he launched his attack.

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"..I've met the imperium...we're not friends. Unfortunately, if you're gonna head out to them, I'm not heading there myself. I'll send a representative robot there, but I'm not showing up in the flesh." Martin says, turning to Mithias. "Those men you saw in the med bay, those were people borged by the Imperial Fuckers. It's a practice also common in my home universe, and I hated it. I hated having to do it, as part of my job. I just prefer making robots, not enslaving people, mind and body to a corporation, or empire. So, I deborged them, and the Imperial fucks you work for shot some sort of pods at me, most likely explosives. So, I bailed on them, ran off with their power core, and their former slaves, and..found you here. Fate's fucky, huh?" Martin asks, leaning against a wall. "Real fucky. You carry information vital to them, right? Without me here to find you, it might of never gotten to them..."
Martin let out a chuckle, before snapping, a thinner, less bulky robot appearing, moving via treads, like that of a tank. "This, is Morty Bot. He will be following you back home, to represent me to the Imperium. He has a built in mic and a video projector, that will allow me to show myself, and transmit my voice." Martin states, as Morty bot waves to the Vampire.

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All things considered, the Darquesse was most likely left wanting or even more amused when the force caused Kyoko to bounce rather than simply form a pit in the sand, both outcomes being equally painful and left her writhing around on the ground for a good minute or so with large chunks of flesh missing and bones broken due to having hit sand at such high velocities that it had been blasted off much like if she'd been standing still under a sand-blaster. However, despite the pain her ability to regenerate from the relatively small injuries, while painful due to the mending of bones, was gruesomely entertaining at the very least. After the roughly ten minutes of muffled screaming writhing as her body mended itself, Kyoko stood, wiped away her tears, and began the trek into the island, glad to be rid of a person that would so easily commit atrocities.

Despite being a seemingly normal girl, having heavily augmented muscles and leg structures meant miles could be covered in seconds, leaving most cars to shame for her leisurely jog through the surprisingly lush outback (at least compared to the normal outback anyway) which most likely left her skittering in an attempt to stop before smacking into the silver knight mid sentence when that failed hard enough to at least draw his attention if nothing else, though the fact that she was otherwise lacking a soul also left her surprisingly immune to his particular brand of magic as, even though it was attributed to psionic workings, it was in fact a form of soular manipulation.

"Owowow... Sorry..." she groans out as she picks herself and begins to dust herself off, her bones having strengthened quite significantly from the full body break they'd endured recently at the hands of the Darquesse. While she'd seen many fantastical things today, a giant knight clad in a silver-looking alloy wasn't too high on the list of impressive things in addition to the completely oblivious nature she held towards his displays of power. In fact she was probably more amazed by the gargoyle shooting fireballs at the stone in said knight's hand, which at least drew her eye and a slight look of wonder on her face, though the giant catfish, man, robot, thing was definitely the stranger of the three.

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Damien watched with rapt interest as the tall, stoic knight with the imp on his shoulder delivered a choice to Firebrand. Then, his lips curled at the mention of Slaanesh. Still affected by the knight's radiant seizure of emotions, Damien focused on logic, and logic told him, shut this a-hole down. He knew of Slaanesh, and hated him with all his being. Chaos was responsible for the random death of his beloved, and the poor, weak light of good had only stood idly by as it happened. He hated good, and he hated chaos.

Damien clutched the ring on the necklace he normally kept hidden under his clothing and grit his teeth at the servant before them. Magic was already stirring around him as he was detecting the knight's (and imp's) status between living and undead, and whatever answer his spells returned, he would make the thing dead in about 2 seconds. The everpresent chill of the unseen wraith at his command suddenly grew in intensity as the abominable monstrosity manifested into the material plane as a faintly glowing fanged skull, hanging mid-air, its gaze directed at the knight.

Suddenly, fortunately, Firebrand had already come to his own decision to deny the chaos god's gift. As flame burst into life before him, the wraith readied its ethereal skeletal hands to steal the knight's soul. Damien was glad to see he and the demon-knight were both in agreement, to reject this ambiguous "offering." Or was Damien lustful? Lonesome? Damn these emotions. Damien felt a flash of heat with the orange light that came from Firebrand's attack, and Ozo jumped protectively in front to shield him. The young necromancer, ragged as he was from the knight's aura, took notice of Ozo's selfless act.

Then, as if out of the blue, a random little girl appeared. Actually, she as a young woman, human looking, and completely devoid of any armor or weapons. Damien had to take his eyes off of the knight, Firebrand, Ozo, and even his own wraith to stare at her in disbelief. Stopping everything, he stared at the new girl. He hadn't seen her coming at all, because she had no soul. To Damien, that was horrifying.

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Mithias looked from Martin to the sleeping human-like being he had recently fed from. So the Imperium did this kind of thing to their own kind? Hell, making an automaton servant out of any kind of being was rough, but maybe there were good reasons for it. Martin said he used to perform the procedure himself on others, and he seemed to regret it. He didn't seem like such a bad guy to the recovering vampire. Mithias replied in consideration, "So, you stole their servitors, and their powercore... That is definitely getting off on the wrong foot. I'm surprised they haven't shown up at your door, or... air-lock, by now. Then again, there are clearly bigger problems they need to deal with."

Mithias glanced at the bot. I suppose that will have to suffice for a re-introduction for you. I need to get you in touch with the Imperium on the off-chance they can help you analyze and copy Alucard's biotech. At least we might be able to run some tests to try to mass-kill those creatures of his. But I can't have you getting blow up or executed or something." Mithias winced.

"I know where to find them, Martin. Drop me off, and I will telekinetically carry your bot with me. It's the fastest way, unless you want to risk getting your ship closer to their territory, which I assume you don't."

Martin seemed to agree with this and Mithias and the bot departed, flying from wherever, heading back to Vulkan. The two land a safe distance away from the boundary and try to get noticed by an outpost or something while on the ground.