"Hi! I'm Goku! Say would you have anything to eat? This form makes me feel starved!"

@UnknownScarlet4

OOC: the group is kind of split up now. But junko has been kidnapped by a man dressed as junko called the "lord of lies," who split up into three different people carrying a bag (presumably containing Junko, but nobody knows for sure) and now the mists, Jane, and Harbringer are each chasing one of them.

@Conch Shell VII

The Lord of Lies swiftly stepped out of the way before the rocket could hit him. However, Jane would soon see the impostor dive out of a nearby window, chased by an explosion. Apparently there were some propane canisters in there, and they went up when the rocket exploded. The lord of lies turned around just in time to see the hardware store settle in on itself. It hadn't fully collapsed, but it wasn't a decent place to shop anymore. No inklings emerged from the destruction.

"You.... DENSE MOTHER FUCKER!" He was pissed. The impostor lowered the bag to the ground and held his corpse in two hands now. Now he was moving towards Jane. "Did you forget WHY you were chasing me? Are adventurers so short sighted that they'll actually blow up their own friends? Do you even remember why you were chasing me?" The trail of ink was starting to take shape. but it wasn't a minion this time, but a weapon. A long, dripping whip that ran from where Jane was all the way to the corpse in the Lord of Lie's hands. With a sharp swing the whip came to life. it threatened to snatch up Jane like some monster's tentacle.

@CollectorOfMyst

"hmmmm?"

The lord of lies continued to run, making another right at the next intersection. Where was he going?

@BrokenPromise

Jane skidded to a stop and lowered his weapon, staring at the store go up in flames. He looked over at his weapon, then back to the collapsing rubble of the store, then briefly at the Lord of Lies, then back to his weapon. "...Huh," he remarked, suddenly slowing down a little. "That has literally never happened to me before." Jane sniffed, shrugged, and then continued growling at the Lord of Lies. "And what the hell are you talking about, bow-tie? The kid is on my side! You cannot hurt your friends with Mann Co. weaponry! That is just basic science!"

After a moment, Jane shrugged and put away his rocket launcher. "Oh well. Anyway, thank you for confirming you've got the girl," he sneered. Without another word, he sprinted out of the way of the growing whip, leveled his shotgun at the Lord of Lies and fired. He managed to get four shots off before he had to reload.

The Liar that the Mysts was following had taken three rights... each time at an intersection. Once more, and it would be back at where they had began. But if it took a left, then it would be heading away. Or it could go straight on, but the Mysts were gaining on it, and a straight stretch would only cause a negative result.

But the Mysts had an idea of what it could do... it had sensed the presence of a legless reptile, one that had been absent before the Mysts itself had arrived. But something had transformed it, or perhaps, it had simply shed its skin. But it remained at the epicenter of their battle. Sending out an impulse, it prayed that the horned creature would respond and block one of the three paths the liar could take.

@UnknownScarlet4 @BrokenPromise

The pursuit was not some unnaturally fast effort, or at least to the eyes it would not be. In reality however, that apparent truth was nothing more than an illusion and the convict was right to flee its pursuer. It seemed to be nearer or further still at intervals that were inconsistent, but it remained running rather than whatever other presumable talent it had; after all, it had apported itself before and likely could again. Perhaps it was enjoying the thrill of the hunt? Fitting for any cat, so that was a reasonable conclusion.

When the man came to a halt, the great feral figure followed not long after, ending its bounding, lumbering stride. There it stood at the crossroads a few paces away, the very bristles of its hair on end and its jowls snarling with vicious display. It let him speak for a time before it began circling at a slow pace, elaborate fangs still displayed in threat with each paw laying itself quietly on the ruin of the street, barely set to disturbing any of the debris.

"The bag does not so much concern me as you." It paused, cupped ears drawn back, "You assume I had no distrust of you from the start."

"So either test your mettle against mine now or flee to face it later. Whichever you choose, it changes nothing for me." The snarling voice ended.

@BrokenPromise

@Conch Shell VII

The lord of lies swung the bag off of his shoulder to use as a shield. The bullets seemed to harmlessly bounce off of the bag and landed at the imposter's feet.

"Yey... You were right!"

The distance between them continued to close. With a sharp tug, the whip had started to coil around the man's arm.

@CollectorOfMyst

The lord of lies was groaning. His movements were becoming more stiff as he approached the next intersection. "HNGH!" He growled through grit teeth. The imposter slowly turned around, practically falling over as he did so. "Are you really going to just keep chasing me? Take a swing at me already!"

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

"I see little point for two immortal beings to slug it out." The lord of lies cracked his neck like a thug and pounded his fists together. "You're an aspect of nature, I'm an aspect of the human mind. We've grappled in the past, and we will continue to fight going into the future." He chuckled. "But why not, I've got some time to kill. Let's see who can force the other to reincarnate nine times first heh?" The impostor drove his fist into the earth and wrenched out a chunk of pavement. The cracked edges were seething with black ink, as if it were the blood of the ground they stood on. His first attack was as simple as chucking the ink blotted pavement at the harbinger as hard as he could.

The road that had gave under the imposter's effort now found itself careening through the air at great speed and with perhaps greater force behind it, propelled by monstrous strength. When the two collided, the target and projectile, they together were sent hurtling into the burned out shell of a car. Bits of crunching metal and breaking glass filled the air as the vehicle turned side over side and came to a stop against the ruined bricks of a building, little more than a bent hull now. It remained unsettlingly quiet thereafter in the grey intersection, disturbed only by a few bits of debris clinking from the aftereffects of a small shockwave. Several more long moments passed without reply or reprisal, perhaps that the fight was already over before it truly had begun.

This remained true until the settling dust began to move in a wave away from the impact by an unseen force, washing across the ground like the sea with a coming tide. Next came rolling pebbles and the scattered glass in the growing windstorm, all of which tumbled end over end in wild teetering and loud racket, followed hastily thereafter by bricks, stones and wrenched steel. The car and accompanying stone were flung violently across the street the very moment to follow and plowed through the face of an opposing building; bits of sheared metal and busted pavement exploded out, hurled even more fiercely than they were in the first place and left to bounce across the roadway.

The bleak dust ceased its animation and a ghostly image reformed where it stood last.

"The difference is..." The ethereal maw replied, "... some of us have already paid those dues."

It took body again, the aurora of shimmering white and green winking out, a primal thought being returned to corporeality.

"And then there are those, like you, whose kind have not."

From standing even at its distance, it lunged. Its entire body, without the aid of the unnatural, covered several distances its own length and sprouted massive, hooked claws from the tips of its pawed digits. It moved with thousands of pounds of force in its swing, accompanied by a shattering roar, the same weight and power that could wrench down beasts that early men needed canyons to fell. This was not done as a show of course, but just an inherent quality. That it could, even without the aid of the other side, still prove a mortal threat despite however extinct it was.

And it did.

@BrokenPromise

@CollectorOfMyst@BrokenPromise@Pulserix

"Oh, nice to meet ya! Im Ben-" The small devil started to speak to Goku, till he got a feeling that something was wrong. Looking around, he saw ink splaters in many places around the area.

Ill..be right back. There's a cafe around the corner if your wondering... He ran over and cleaned up/absorbed the ink around him and summoned six of his own minions. Find who's causing this mess and send them back to me!" He commanded the 'Watchers' before they had split up into two groups of three.

As for himself, he used the rest of the ink to form himself a pair of wings as he dove himself into the ink. It was hard to navigate around but found himself on the side of the aproaching lord of lies and several ghost like creatures in pursuit. Thinking as he gone along, he flew over the two and down in front of the man in hopes of stoping them.

"And where do YOU think your going?" He said, puting exageration into the fourth word.

Jane grinned a wicked grin and begins to reload his shotgun. "Outstanding! Now why don't you let th--"

Suddenly, the tentacle lashed out and wrapped around Jane's arm. Jane grunted loudly in pain and dropped his shotgun, sending it clattering to the ground and firing in a random direction as it hit the rough concrete, because guns are dangerous, kids. Anyway, Jane attempted to wrench his arm away from the horrid creation, but to no avail. Without thinking, he reached down to his waist, drew his sword and swung it down at the tentacle, not so much attempting to slice it as chop it.

@BrokenPromise

@UnknownScarlet4 A cafe? Maybe, they'll have food there!" Goku said and changed back to his base form heading for the cafe.
"Oh boy can't wait!"

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

The lord of lies did not react to a single thing The feline did. Not the storm, not the debris, and not even it's words. He didn't even step out of the way as the harbinger's claws struck the man and ripped open his chest cavity. Though it wasn't hot blood, but cold ink that spewed forth. It splattered in the air, as if being smeared on an invisible canvas behind the impostor. It had taken shape, but it was hard to tell exactly what. was it a wing? Maybe a massive claw? in the right light, it could have even looked like the Harbinger's face.

"Go ahead." He said flatly. "Hit me again."

@CollectorOfMyst@UnknownScarlet4

The Lord of lies sunk to his knees. "You rodents! Can none of you fight?" But that would be the last this particular lord of lies ever spoke. His skin slowly dried into stone. even his clothes seemed to lose their luster and harden as well. Then all at once he crumbled into dust and washed away.

The bag he carried just had gray dust in it. So this one didn't have Junko after all.

@Conch Shell VII

OOC: I didn't do a good job with that part, I meant to have the liar coil the whip of ink on his own arm. I try not to auto hit, haha!

The whip was relatively easy to cut free. a single swipe of Jane's knife was all it took to free his arm, at which point it just slid off of his arm. but the impostor had gained considerable ground during this time. He dove into the air, holding the bag over his head like a giant war hammer. Would a bag containing a person do any damage to him? they were on the same team allegedly. But still...

The frenzy of scoring a blow turned what was an attack into an all out assault; the second and third strike came wildly after the first, claws crossing one another in their slashing as they drove with earthen weight down toward the ground, hoping to rip the entire being down with them. They rent and raked, seemingly uncaring to create more of the ink and further the cycle of wild wrath. When it then sought to establish a hold, it then moved after to go for the coup de grace. If there wasn't any resistance to be found, as it hadn't earlier, it was going for the literal and figurative throat of the matter - but not first without wrestling it to the ground.

The dark liquid that made up the uncanny shapes was a matter to come, the first and foremost was to not break the siege or fail the executioner's strike of the jaws; the Harbinger knew well to finish one enemy off before another, at least what it seemed to be, could take shape. While for the time being it was a physical thing, it had no confidence that this would be for any length of time. After all, the beast of myth had dispersed once already, but it was willing to do so again and again; eternity was what it had, but it doubted they would trade such blows for so long. Something else was already happening with the sickly ink.

It drew back its jaws, seized its forelimbs and sought to drive the two ivory, lethal points home.

@BrokenPromise

@UnknownScarlet4

The Mysts came to a halt. The Liar... or rather, it's phantom... was gone.

Feeling diminished, it let itself drift downwards to the ground. Why did it feel so... so tired? It had not felt mortal desires for centuries... but perhaps that was the price it was paying for leaving the space between.

It focused its attention on the ink-demon with the smiling face. "Thank you... I cannot say whether or not my abilities would sustain me long enough to continue the chase... But, the physical realm is so very different from when I left." Its color began to drain away. "Your name is Ben, correct?"

@BrokenPromise

(OOC: Ahhh, it's fine. You can have that one for free.)

Jane decided not to risk it. He stared up at the Lord of Lies, watching him swoop down closer to him, when suddenly he was gripped by an idea. He inhaled sharply through his nose, and then grinned a wicked grin. "Ohhhh, if this works..." He adjusted his grip on his katana, letting the black ooze drip down the length of the blade, and waited for the Lord of Lies to swoop down.

Then, at the last possible moment, he sidestepped the blow, swung his katana thorugh the air with a loud, obvious whoosh and swung the blade up. But strangely, and almost uncharacteristically for him, he didn't aim for the Lord of Lies -- he aimed for the bag. More specifically, he aimed for the bag's straps, attempting to cleave clean through them.

(OOC: Question; the Mysts appear to be dissipating, but it is actually about to regain its, or rather, his, physical form from his world. However, I got the picture off of google and have no idea of its origin. The reason I switched my avatar to this is because it's the picture of my character in the RP I'm GMing. Would it be suitable for me to play as him, instead?)

@CollectorOfMyst OOC:You brokje the thinking too hard rule! haha!

No but like, that's fine. My avatar is a Junko Genderbend that I've made into an ink spewing, body spliting, god-modding son-of-a-gun. You can be your avatar, or someone who looks like your avatar. there are no hard rules for that.

@BrokenPromise OOC: I'm SORRY!!! But for me, that isn't thinking hard at all - not even thinking soft.

Goku was amazed that the cafe served noodles and had just eaten his 10th bowl when the strangest thing happened. An ink image of golden Frieza had appeared out of nowhere.
"Monkey what are you doing here?!" The inked version of Frieza said raising a hand to do his signature move. The death beam.
"FRIEEEZA!!" Goku exclaimed and hurriedly got up from his seat. He went to ssj blue and readied himself for the fight.
The version of Frieza laughed and shot several death beams at Goku. Goku used afterimage and evaded all the shots. He then quickly shot forward and punched Frieza. His hand went right through the ink.
"No way!" Goku said and jumped back from Frieza.
The Frieza just laughed and shot more death beams.
"It's useless to fight!" He said.

@CollectorOfMyst@Conch Shell VII@The Harbinger of Ferocity@BrokenPromise

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The ink-demon recoiled at the liar's reaction as he watched them turn to stone, then dust. He landed slowly before lightly kicking the ground where the dust pile was. His wings dispersing into nothing.

"Well that was anti-climatic. Atleast he's gone!"he remarked as he dusted himself off with the cheshire smile the small devil was known for. His atention was turned to the mysts as they started to turn paler.

"Oh, it was no problem at all! I had a shorcut, so to say." he replied, "And close, my name's really Bendy. But you can call me Ben if you want!"

Behind him, the watchers re-appeared to Bendy's suprise. They came back to report what they saw, in hopes of their info being of assistance. "Status?...uhuh...and?...wait, what?!" Bendy was suprised to hear that the man that was chased had clones. He thought of a strategy before commanding his minions once more.

"Team one, assist The Harbinger! Team two, with me!" They all split up to help. Before the ink-demon's team left, he turned to the mysts to say one last thing. "Look, I don't know what's happening to you, but if you live through that then go find the lion." Bendy's wings reappear before he dove into the nearest ink puddle.

Navigating around the ink had 'warped' him and his watchers near Jane and one of the other two lords of lies. They crept away to hide in hopes of blending in as the two fought.

So they waited till the right moment.

OOC: *I don't really want to get involved with the current fight all of you are having, because I feel like Goku especially Goku white omni god form would totally throw things out of proportions lol.*