AtomicNut

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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Sasha stood there, panting heavily, blissfully unaware of the white teddy bear undergarment that was plain for everyone to see, the remains of her skirt at her feet."How'sthat miscreants. -Huff- Iwillkeepdoingthisuntil you submit!"- Huff-" She said inbetween pants, before reading another charge. The first one seemed to have worked and had thinned their fighting spirit somewhat.

Now... a second one would do the charm...

It was when two things did not go unnoticed by Sasha. First, it was her magnificent Sir Cuddles coming to aid her in this hour in need. Two. She had finally realized that her clothes had not survived her epic struggle intact. Sasha's face became as red as the strawberry jelly that was served on Friday's on the cafeteria, before quickly snatching Gregor by the shoulders and using him as improptu hiding spot.

"SIR CUDDLES, PROTECT MY DIGNITY!" She said, beet red, as she pressed the man-rat to her bared backside and tried to make a beeline for the nearest changing room as she picked the skirt. "This isn't over. No, it won't be!" She whined, half grumbling.

Royal Rumble!

Celestine Lightbringer

@Gentlemanvaultboy@KillamriX88

The Fallen One clenched his fists as he walked after Wolf, being so rudely brushed. "My my, aren't we touchy today." However, he reasoned that even if he followed him, by the grim looks of his face, he would find Meredith. And probably a lot of delicious, delicious chaos. He smirked upon seeing the ruthless handling of the taxi flagging, and he grinned wickedly under his mask as he went towards the driver's door.

"Shh, it's okay." He said. And with that expression, his hands shot around the driver's neck, clamping the bloodflow and turning him unconscious swiftly. He could've used a strong medicine to sedate him, but there was a major scuffle incoming, he thought, as he tossed the driver carefully outside the taxi. "I know what you're thinking. Yes, I might be a bastard. But I just spared you having a hesitant driver and collateral damage in whatever awaits. He will wake up, and may find his Taxi with a couple of scraps some time later." He said, deftly sliding in the driver's seat.

"Besides, you don't need driving. If you want to do it in style, it will be street racing." Celestine said, as he took the driver's seat and revved up the engine, waiting for the signal to race towards Wolf's destination.

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Diana

@Scarifar

"Understood Michael." Diana said, almost in a grim monotone, as she steadied herself and started checking on all the inventory and medicines for magical reagents. She wobbled as if she was about to pass at any moment, but she stood on her feet due to sheer grit and experience. She looked at some alcohol. "Mm, alcohol is a purifying agent also used in alchemy. Might squeeze a couple of advanced healing items out of this. If I can find some more rare ingredients." She mumbled to herself as she set up her task.

"Oh, magic is but another use of power like blessings. Although since it's not directed from a God's will, you need to control the flow through diagrams and drawings. Powers that rely on such structures can therefore be disrupted as long as you identify the patterns." Diana said nonchalantly. "And to answer your second question, I might pass out again soon, so I will need backup to heal all the people that quack had the gall to leave abandoned. I will bleed him dry out of his money for this."

Viva la Vida: The Price of Freedom (Closed)

Dropping interest.

Royal Rumble!

Celestine Lightbringer

(Guest Party Members, Diana and Ria)

Ria bits transcribed with permission of @Gentlemanvaultboy

@Scarifar@KillamriX88

Chaos. Delicious chaos soon followed after the instructions. Bak was an earnest girl, but her frame wasn't fit for subtlety, as the screams and yells soon followed. She didn't manage to stop the stab in time, but she had managed to bring Vittorio back with her... with the intervention of Mr Wet Noodle himself, who Celestine thought that he should search for a new nickname. Napping nightmare, maybe? Well, that and a few drinks. Specially if his girlfriend was invited. They seemed to disappear with the help of one of Clara's creatures.

They were her problem, now.

He sighed, amused. Heaps and heaps of work would await him... "Well, isn't it great when they are all grown up, causing all sorts of trouble?" He let a faux laugh and tear, before trudging the path towards the medical pavilion. Would he need to stitch lightboy's wound caused by Vittorio? That was all sorts of amusing, and awkward. Speaking of which.

The chief princess of awkward was not there. His memory never lied. Diana was kissing a pillow. Ria was still groaning. The other charred vigilante was trying to do tongue tricks with a pencil. But Alexandria Sova, better known as Andras, was nowhere to be seen. Celestine frowned, as he went towards Ria. She was probably the one with the most sound witness report right now. Those awfully accurate eyes and all. She took her by the scruff of the neck and shook her. That should have gotten her attention.

"Where is Andras?" He demanded, in a composed tone that oozed annoyance.

"Wha? I dunno. Think I heard thot patrol though. Oh fuck, you don't suppose she's eating her?" Ria answered, with her own flippant attitude. Who was toth patrol? And why would she eat Andras? His gears didn't clicked at that precise moment. He shook her again.

"Toth patrol who?" He affirmed once more.

"My dumb teammate. Demon bitch. Meredith! God." It was Ria's annoyed reply. Even the most keenest minds like Cel had their share of daft moments. Usually in times of stress. This aggravated him greatly. He had to do something. It was bad enough Andras going missing. It was worse than the titty monster had not heed her advice and had taken her... and if Diana's nonsensical rant of earlier was true, it meant trouble...

Speaking of which, he really needed an stand in. Grabbing one of the antidote syringes for the sedative he had just given to the Witch, he ruthlessly jabbed the frail body of Diana with another shot, waking her up all in a sudden. She seemed to gasp for breath.

"You are on healing duty, Diana. I will send you a cheque." Cel said, his body language finally showing signs of exasperation.

"Wait, she's not actually gonna eat her right? I know she's a bitch and all but King can't have her eating Andras. She's real...like....real good at stuff. Like, trump card stuff." Ria seemed to chime in, confirming Celestine's suspicions. Andras had vast hidden powers.

"Diana freaked out. There is some truth on her ramblings. " He added, as he, without a word, left the medical bay, heading for where he had hidden his getup. He had to find the titty monster. Now, he did not know much about him, merely what the tournament information had given. But the key in this life was not knowing the information, but finding the information from someone who knew.

Maybe the knight nerd of the armor was still in the locker room, getting ready...

Diana let a drawn out sigh. "That man, he just knows how to dump his problems on me, huh." The witch said, as she got up on unsteady feet. She was beyond drained, but the quick medical aid Cel had provided stabilized her condition. She concentrated, a minor healing spell forming on her hand. "You can help me, trap master." She said to Michael, offering him some magical healing to at least bring him back to his feet. She had caused the majority of damage after all. And he seemed to be more helpful than Ria when it came to mystical and healing arts. Her foot would have to wait.

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Not too shabby. Celestine thought, as he ran his hand through his wig's black hair and looked at the ornate brass mask, couple with the boots, medical aid waistpack and tonfas. It was a good thing he hadn't immediately disposed of them. Now he was once more, ready for action. Pity about the lack of blade. Shanking the titty monster would be a great pleasure. There was his target, the vigilantes locker room.

Well, it was lucky he had seen the feeds well enough, otherwise he would have not recognized him. One of his teammates, the bird-man thing that had opposed Diana, Ria, and that flying harlot was there too. Naseraph, he was named. He put a hand on his hip, and let out his feminine voice, of his Fallen One getup.

"Hey nerd, now that the show's been crashed you up for some knighting?" He said to Wolf. "Rescuing princesses, damsels and that fare? Cause that special you-know-who who wants your babies has just taken leave with the Demon Lady of Despair. And people at the medbay are really cross." He let his hand slip to one of his tonfas. "I suppose you don't know where your pet demon lady friend is, do you?"

Royal Rumble!

Meredith

The Delivery

Meredith did not know what or who had roused that much demonic energy at the tournament. It was unlikely her mother had actually moved a finger to help her, and those siblings of hers were only useful as distraction, even. So whoever it was, it probably was wise for her to put as much ground as she could between them and her. It was somewhat helpful that like her mother and siblings, was a deft flyer. Even more now that some parts had lost quite some useless weight.“This is nice, I can fly better, even when encumbered.” She muttered to herself, her clutches firmly but carefully seizing her prey, Andras. Poor girl would've loved for a flight were she awake, such was her strange mind. To like what people hated, and to be reluctant about things she really liked but were deemed too childish. It was a pity that she was about to be handed over like a token.

But such was the way of this world. People were selfish and mean all the time. She just... had realized that. Her wounds kept closing and sealing, even though she was getting hungry. But there was not a moment to waste. She descended gracefully, the girl cradled in her arms, and knocked at the shelter's door, being careful to not rouse any bystanders.

“Gally, Mer's hooome!” She chided. “I got your package. Did you do what we agreed? Could you bring some proof so we can conclude this business? A finger would be nice.” She said, without batting an eyelid.

@Dezuel@KillamriX88

Viva la Vida: The Price of Freedom (Closed)

Uh dwarves, elves and orcs were run out of the country 200 years or so ago. In hiding. Any that are still around would be highly discriminated against. and a rare sight to see as well. like most people think they are stories.

@Aerandir

Damnit there goes the plans for a ghetto.

Viva la Vida: The Price of Freedom (Closed)

@AtomicNutyes we are.

@Aerandir

Cool might give it a go at the Wayfarer's guild now with 100% more beardy dwarves, sultry elves and grumpy orcs.

Or play an "honest" nonhuman merchant. Or the really original witchy elf who now runs a tavern-shop idea.

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Sup,@Aerandir. You accepting fantasy races now?

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Just for fun - Cousin Martin - Royal rumble

Name:

Martin Lightbringer

Age:

18

Grade:

3rd year - Vigilantes

Biography:

Martin was born to a middle class family, with nothing much or remarkable. With average gifts to boot, little Martin spent a simple but fulfilling life coddled by a loving family and a close circle of friends. Sure, there was some bullying and mocking of his feminine appearance, but his bright and optimistic personality won many of these prospective bullies. But he had a higher calling. He could do so much for people, but he needed to stop being constrained to a normal life.

With his mind set, he set forth to Rhea and joined the group called the Vigilantes. They seemed a great bunch that fought for the greater future, so he put his knowledge and blessing to help the great cause. King seemed a great guy too.

Powers:

• Core Power: Child of Light Martin has been blessed by a benevolent God of Light and Knowledge. Martin is a child with a sharp intellect and intuition. This manifests itself in good mental skills and quick-learning abilities, as well as a sixth sense that alerts him when something is off or when he is about to be ambushed.
• 1st Power-Mimicry:Like his cousin, Lightbringer only needs to see a manual skill once to perfectly replicate it. This means that fighting moves and techniques will be stolen rather quickly. He can't obviously, steal the superhuman or otherworldly abilities of other fighters, but this also allows him to develop counters quicker than anyone else when exposed to new attacks. However, since he has a lack of a perfect recall ability like his cousin, his mimicry won't stick for long unless he exercises it regularly.
• 2nd-Power-Aura of Inspiration: Martin radiates an aura of calmness and warm feelings around this. This makes his allies less likely to be affected by fear or negative effects, and it is so potent it might make them inspired enough to overcome the pain of wounds and keep on fighting. This also makes him incredibly popular with animals and strays. And people who are into effeminate boys.
• 3rd-Power-Summon Hero: Martin can use is body as vessel to summon a hero from the present or the past. With an offering of a possesion or some blood from said person, Martin becomes a perfect copy for a limited amount of time of said person, complete with all of their powers, weaknesses and knowledges. However, it has some caveats. One, he needs a token offering to transform, and two, it has to be willingly given.

Relationships:

Cousin Celestine: Cel, you need some professional help... I will be your friend but please stop throwing me inside dumpsters.

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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Sasha snarled, as she finished the charge, her cupped up hands were aiming at the entire scene, the ominous light energy pulsating with no small amount of hazard. "Let my will be the hammer by which the Light will punish these miscreants! She yelled at the top of her lungs, bathing the entire battlefield in curse-vanishing holy light.

Normal people would feel like if someone had just smacked them with a flashlight several times coupled with a heavy-weight punch slug, but for those bearing curses the effects would be much, much worse. Bonds would be undone, hexes would be dispelled, and unholy beings might be reduced to cinders.

To top it off, the excess energies lashed against Sasha, and a costly price was paid for her attack.

Her...skirt had ripped.