Akihisa Yoshii

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

'and even the weakest could decimate gods quickly an cleanly'? Teo, you gots some splainin' to do!

@thewizardguy

Doesn't matter really, Creed's angry. And nobody likes him when he's angry. Or was that the Hulk? Probably both. And I've seen Firefly. Well, the first five or six episodes (I think? Maybe less) on Netflix, but I don't think it's on there anymore...

The Experiment Subjects

I.... I'm not dead.

@22xander

Yay!

The Experiment Subjects

Is everyone else dead?

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

As Creed was held in Toguro's hand, his hand wrapped around his head. He was ready to die, again, after all he'd just revive... His stone would not be destroyed... But as he looked up to observe the situation, he saw Kevin be obliterated. He watched one of his best friends be torn apart, his soul shattered and a piece stolen... Kevin would not come back from this one, he was dead and dead for good. Creed hung limply in Toguro's grip and as he processed this, he felt, strangely, nothing... He was still processing, and in processing he was calm, calmer than he'd ever been before in his life. After a minute though, his eyes closed, before sliding open, his eyes slit. Before he could know what was happening, Toguro felt his grip lost, his arm detached from the body, more lava flowing as heat burst forth. The arm fell limply to the ground as Creed crouched before Toguro, now right in front of him. His eyes were drawn in unfathomable anger, the slitted pupils drilling into him. Clarent was drawn, and he burned brightly with fires of anger.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Just reread all 1,332 pages of the original HCL... Again... Memories~

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

(Just saw Matt's post on the last page, damn it)

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Name: Unholy Blade of Fire; The Coward's Blade; aka Clarent Age: as old as the earth itself. Has many forms when humanoid but only one sword. Powers: As a living sword of fire, Clarent can transform any part of his body into the weaponized form, allowing him to be very versatile in hand-to-hand combat, but he has more experience with traditional swordfighing, using his arm as a blade. This blade clashed on the battlefield with the supposedly unbeatable Excalibur and won a very swift victory. In a humanoid form, he is far more powerful than his blade form, the seals placed there no longer functioning properly, but still printed on him as partial tattoos that only align when he stands or lays straight with his arms to his side. He is far stronger and faster than most, but here he'd be uper-mid teir. He is nigh immortal, but he does have a limit to how much he can take in one sitting before he goes dormant (in sword form), unable to awaken unless claimed by his master or someone of equal or greater strength. Looks:

human

sword form

Theme song: pending

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

I'm innocent !

@Teoinsanity

You are guilty until proven innocent! *has an assortment of torture tools. Some pliers, a jug of water and a large rag, an iron from an ironing board and a single cucumber that smells like Matt. I chuckle, a dark shadow falling over half my face, my eyes glowing with a red, evil sheen* Hehehe... *I also hold a small ball of metal* Think of this as an EMP grenade, for cartoon physics.

Hey there.

@ShadowVentus

Venny-boy! *glomps, dropping all my torturous crap as I do* :3 *huggles*

The Experiment Subjects

Desmond sighed and lay there, realizing he hadn't even attempted to take his pills from breakfast. He smirked. Well to hell with them. He yawned, stretching out on the bed, the shadow figures bounding over and flying into his body. When inside, they gave him a tingly feeling, one of... happiness, pleasure. He smiled as he drifted off into sleep. He hadn't really gotten that much the night before, to be honest. Goodnight, human friend. Was the last thing he heard before slumber took him.

The Experiment Subjects

Desmond looked over at the nurse. "We were just talking." He says, any trace of embarrassment somehow suppressed for now, composed in mere moments. He made his way out of the room, but turned and did a little wave in Luna's direction. "Talk to you later..." He said before walking back to his own room. Once there he went over to the floor and sat down again, the shadow figures reappearing. See, that wasn't so bad! And she likes you back too! The events came running through his head on repeat for a while before he smiled lightly to himself. "Heh... Maybe she does..." He turned to the dark people and nodded. "Thanks..." Don't thank us. We got you into this predicament in the first place. We'll find a way to make it up to you. "Nah, nah..." He sat back and looked at the cieling, smiling quite widely to himself now. "Nah, that wasn't a predicament. That was a very interesting turn of events..." You aren't mad at us? "Not anymore. But next time you try something like that, ask me first!" He snaps at them. They raise their hands in mock surrender. Fine fine fine. Whatever.