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While Chris was readying to charge, the plate of spaghetti had already recovered and chucked a fast moving slab of earthen materials from the earth, a massive chunk that was hurdling towards him. With such a fast moving object heading forward, Chris's instincts proved to overcome thought. While most creatures would try to flee, the stubborn pride and lust for destruction that Chris's form were corrupting him with instead gave him the brilliant idea of charging head-first. With narrowed eyes Chris would lunge forward with his head lowered enough so that his horns and skull were facing flat towards the incoming attack. Unsurprisingly, the collision wasn't in Chris's favor, While his scales were resilient enough to absorb the damage without much injury, aside from a few cracks here and there adding to more of his blood leaking from his body, Chris's charge was broken.

While he did stop the slab and caused it to split, the force had sent Chris off of his momentum and sent him backwards, skidding along the earth a good few meters on his back, ending up near trucks beside his other teammates. His large armored body would make a great trail of debris through the grass-covered ground. Chris was dazed, his head was pounding like drums and his vision was blurry. Even surviving with little visible injury, it appeared the impact had given him some minor head trauma. Once he had stopped rolling on his back, it took him a few moments for him to move again. His eyes were pale from temporary shell shock.

In the next following moments, Chris managed to slowly roll onto his chest and started to get upright. His movements were sluggish and a bit limp due to his head still recovering from the internal pain of that heavy blow. The crater he stood upon had several small trails of his blood here and there, from his previous bullet injuries and the few bruises on his head.



@January

January's talking to himself again.

Attack on Pasta



Everything was a blur, what was like a voice in the back of his head seemed to only grow louder with each focus. As he was sprinting, the sight of Allison triggered a desire to burn her alive, had he not exhausted his breath moments prior he may have not been able to resist this sudden urge. Regardless Chris tried to stay focused, the growing lust for destruction accelerated through his head, for a moment he didn't even notice that he was on the plate of the monster as he had been so caught up in the rush of the moment. This temporary distraction gave enough room for the tentacle monster to latch three of its noodles onto Chris's torso, wrapping around him like a serpent. The feeling of noodles wrapping around and trying to lift Chris brought him back into focus, the desire of destruction wasn't lost, but rather redirected from human civilization and livelihood to the monster that dared threaten him.

Chris let out another tremendous roar, his torch-like eyes glaring at the noodles grabbing him and trying to lift him off of the plate. Despite the strength of the noodles, Chris would thrash about violently in its grasp, especially his still-bleeding tail. The aggressive motions combined with his rigged scales was enough to tear through the noodles, two of them severing . Freed Chris would proceed to dig his claws to sever several noodles that were hanging onto the plate before he would bash his horned skull onto the giant plate with brute force out of blind fury. The plate didn't shatter, as if enraged by the lack of destruction, Chris let out another roar, almost standing upright on the moving plate and nearly loosing his balance.

The monster took advantage of Chris's growing wild demeanor, five noodles would launch forward that ensnared Chris and lifted him off of the dinner plate. This was easy for the monster as Chris was already on the verge of falling. The moment Chris was lifted off of the plate he would go into a fit of rage, trying to claw and bite at the noodles which by now more noodle-arms were being applied to keep him still. White blood, at least that is what it seemed like, flew out from the noodles as Chris violently tore through them. Once again escaping the grasp of the monster as he fell to the ground, a single limp noodle was in his mouth. He was tempted to consume it, but his conscience had finally grabbed the reigns of his new form and spat away the delicious over sized pasta. After all Chris had no idea if there was anything dangerous about ingesting such a beast. His eyes locked to the recovering monster, scraping his claw against the dirt like a bull about to charge.
William would walk down to the lower floor of the barn, soon after her pet had consumed the rodent. "Sleep well I trust?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as he would put over his robes and adjusted his hood.

Enter the Dragon!


@Baklava@VarionusNW@Riffus Maximus

While Chris was still in the final stages of his transformation, a volley of bullets would strike both his still growing tail and the lower side of his ribcage. While the armor wasn't completely formed, it was strong enough at that stage to prevent the bullets from breaking too far past the skin, the scales that were pelted by the bullets had cracked, exposing soft tissue and blood, the left side of his tail had several of these injuries. At first Chris couldn't feel it as the pain of the transformation had overshadowed the bullet injuries, but as he was almost complete, the residue of pain from the bullet injuries caused him to screech a monstrous roar mixed with agony and rage.

He no longer felt human, he felt hollow, hollow and filled with a burning desire that he didn't even know how to fill. To him it almost felt as if there was some leech on the back of his mind, vexing him, and this was only made stronger by the annoyance of his injuries. His eyes, now fully awakened, gleamed akin to small, fire-like beacons, letting out a much more feral and monstrous roar. His glare shifted to the direction of where he was shot, and full sprinted towards Angel and her meatball Assailant. While that strange and subtle desire still flowed in his thoughts, he was in control, he knew the mission.

With speed rivaling that of a Cheetah, his Jaw widened with another Roar as he was about to pass by both the over-sized ball of meat, and Angel. Getting into range, his canines immediately dug into the meatball's body, and swiftly pulled and carried it away from Angel, making a u-turn around her and now sprinting towards Allison with a mouth full of angry meat. As he drew closer, flames would ripple out of his throat and jaws, while the meatball blocked the flame's path, his plan was to overcook this creature and harden it with the heat.

The dragon's blood would occasionally be sent to the earth as he sprinted. Chris's draconic eyes narrowed as he was now about 12 meters away from the mass of Spaghetti crawling towards Allision. He would jerk his head up, throwing the burnt and hardened wad of meat from his mouth with great force, aiming to the plates that were holding up the mass of noodles and marinara. Not even bothering to see if it even hit he would already be sprinting in an arc, trying to maneuver behind the Spaghetti mass before striking further.


Chris.exe is almost booted up.


"Agh!" Chris screamed with what he could mouth as he continued to rapidly morph. The scales continued to expand and refine themselves, as if turning into armor. As he now began to expand in mass, Chris could feel as if his very humanity was being ripped out of him, what being left was a hollow creature with a burning, unknown desire.

His red eyes were like torches, his tail now dragged on the ground, his feet and hands were becoming more feral, almost like a dog. His head began to elongate, expanding a snout, horns, and an overall saurian head. Mass continued to increase rapidly, not just in muscle but in overall size. At this point, his screams were muffled and were starting to become less human, and more like a rabid beast. His position changed from simply clenching the ground to reaching up in agony, mouth stretched open with rows of sharp teeth as he screamed into the night.
Can a character be dead and still be invited? Like coming from some vague afterlife, I have two different ideas for characters from previous roleplays I did.




Alright, I did my first IC post, how is it?
Enter the Dragon!




In a desert somewhere, one minute before the T level emergency distress signal.


"Well now." Joseph said as he tossed a stone into the distance. His boots stood over lairs of sand. In the corner of his eye, he could see a lizard race to the safety of a cactus. "This trip has become rather boring." He commented to himself allowed, as he looked around the scenary. Just then he was interupted by the distress signal; "ISSUE DISASTER LEVEL TIGER TO ALL THREE CITIES!". He would sigh, the threat level wasn't too high, there were definitely other heroes in that hero that could take care of it. "Well anyhow, I should just travel to one of the cities, see how well its doing by the time I get there, maybe I can pick up a ride somewhere." Joseph paused, looking at his surroundings, he was already lost. "So I guess I have to fly huh?" He sighed, taking the sword and scabbard off of his back and to the ground, then began to undo his armor, taking it off piece by piece. Once he was left in his under clothes and t-shirt, he began to take them off as well. "Right, well, lets get going then.." He said as he was now standing butt-naked in the middle of the desert.

He would wince preemptively. Not at being exposed to the elements, but for the pain that was about to come. He would get into a stance, standing somewhat hunched with his arms flexed and curved slightly towards his chest, hands curled into fists and legs spread apart. It loosely resembled something a Dragon Ball Z character would power up to. His eyes would roll back as he began to scream, his body rapidly began to transform. Skin turning into white and black scales, black spikes growing along various sections of his body. A tail would grow from the bottom of his torso.

In moments he was onto the ground now, breaking his stance as he screamed out in pain, hands that were slowly transforming into reptilian claws clutched the sandy earth beneath him. Joseph would let out another screech of pain as his face began to elongate, and his body began to grow. His body hunched upwards as he continued to morph horribly into another monstrosity.

The behemoth lizard now stood where Joseph once was. Its crimson, glowing eyes staring at the sword and armor he had left behind in the sand. He would widen his maw and dipped to swallow them hole for safe keeping. He then looked back to the sun with narrowed eyes, determining where the general direction of the cities were, at least one of them he knew was east from here.

While the dragon was originally wingless, a pair of flames began to form on a section of the black plated scales on his back. These growing fires morphed themselves into a massive pair of wings, and seemingly solidified. These wings would flap once, before a jet of flames launched the behemoth into the air at an instant mach 1 speed acceleration, 50 meters up in the air. The sudden burst speed was practically a blur, surprising for its size. However after passing 50 meters the speed lowered to half of mach 1 speed. Joseph now leveled himself in the air, now 55 meters and traveling east. His crimson eyes staring at the horizon, trying to find the city.

Inside his throat, where his gear was, an alarm blared "Oi Dragon Knight! Threat level D for all three, City T and S have plenty of heroes we could use you as backup in city K!" Now things were getting interesting. A demon threat would be much more fun then a simple tiger level threat. He was able to hear the alarm going off inside him, however he was unable to respond in his current form.
Regardless, he had his eyes set on city K, which coincidentally, was already within his sight.

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Now Arriving at City K
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@Phobos@JustYui@Polaris North@LostDestiny

Joseph would let out a terrifying roar as he flew into the city, echoing through the streets below at the battle about to ensue. It was difficult to minimize city destruction in this form, but seeing as it was a demon level threat, it is likely necessary to be in this state anyhow.

Joseph landed with an earth-shaking thud directly beside the monster Gastro's left, letting out another roar that was typical for his form. During the monstrous scream Joseph's wings would disperse in a small explosion of fire around him, in attempt to knock the monster back if not fry him some.
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