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The voice of Alton's mind was suddenly cut off by a bright ball thrown in front of them. Both could see it was a bomb, but it took both of them by surprise, and neither had time to take control of the body and react, not even to scream. As Alton and Jacket watched the ball of light grow and darken, the silhouette of Noir faded into the smoke, Cirka's ice shell flashed, then vanished, Nero's form blended into the shadows, and finally, the smoke became too dense for anything to be seen at all.
As the arrow hit the smoke, the heat snaked through the smoke particles, piercing the body of Jacket. He screamed as the heat cooked him from the inside, the pain adding to his rage. Alton, meanwhile, said nothing. In the afterglow of his outburst, he saw the smoke and, for a moment, felt a glimmer of hope within him. Perhaps this is his salvation from this hell that he found himself in. Perhaps this has all been some fable-like dream to show him the demon of rage that resided within himself. After he dies here, he will wake up in a better place. This inner demon that has haunted him for years will be gone, and he will be freed. Finally.
As the smoke cleared, the body of Jacket lay face down, hands above his head, and his skin black and burned like a stick thrown into a bonfire.
As the arrow hit the smoke, the heat snaked through the smoke particles, piercing the body of Jacket. He screamed as the heat cooked him from the inside, the pain adding to his rage. Alton, meanwhile, said nothing. In the afterglow of his outburst, he saw the smoke and, for a moment, felt a glimmer of hope within him. Perhaps this is his salvation from this hell that he found himself in. Perhaps this has all been some fable-like dream to show him the demon of rage that resided within himself. After he dies here, he will wake up in a better place. This inner demon that has haunted him for years will be gone, and he will be freed. Finally.
As the smoke cleared, the body of Jacket lay face down, hands above his head, and his skin black and burned like a stick thrown into a bonfire.
Just to let everyone know, I'm about to be on a plane for at least 12 hours and will likely be busy and jetlagged for a while afterwards. So if I go quiet, you know why.
With Jacket in control of the body and Alton shifted into the back of the mind, there was no way he would back down from this fight. The fact that his bat was now being used against him was of little concern to him. After all, he had the best weapons in the world at his disposal. His fi-"You are seriously thinking of punching this thing in the face?" Alton said, trying to insert whatever reason he could back into his body. Jacket responded by filling his mind with a deafening screech, to try to force Alton back down. The only thing that mattered is killing that thing.
Alton pushed back. "You are going to get us killed! Give me control shithead!" Their mind was once again filled with animalistic screeching, accompanied by an image of the beast's angered face taking up their entire vision, drowning out Alton's voice.
Alton responded with a screech of his own, as loud as his mind would allow, infused with all the stress and anger that he had built up since coming to this fucking place. A primal, brutal screech that in the real world he wouldn't dare let loose in a soundproof room. But for this fucker, "this mother-fucking bastard who thinks he can push me out of my own mind, I don't give two shits about what you think about me!"
This got Jacket's attention. For a moment, as his claim to the body was challenged, his resolve faltered, his grip slackened, the shadows in his eyes cleared, and unfortunately, he failed to react in time to a very imminent attack.
Alton pushed back. "You are going to get us killed! Give me control shithead!" Their mind was once again filled with animalistic screeching, accompanied by an image of the beast's angered face taking up their entire vision, drowning out Alton's voice.
Alton responded with a screech of his own, as loud as his mind would allow, infused with all the stress and anger that he had built up since coming to this fucking place. A primal, brutal screech that in the real world he wouldn't dare let loose in a soundproof room. But for this fucker, "this mother-fucking bastard who thinks he can push me out of my own mind, I don't give two shits about what you think about me!"
This got Jacket's attention. For a moment, as his claim to the body was challenged, his resolve faltered, his grip slackened, the shadows in his eyes cleared, and unfortunately, he failed to react in time to a very imminent attack.
Interested. Let's see where this goes.
Unfortunately, the fate of Alton and the others will be unknown to me until tomorrow morning. Good night all!
EDIT: Recap because I've got time before bed.
Our current position's bizarre
'Cause nobody knows where we are
Our bodies have changed
Which already was strange
But then some dolts decided to spar
Cirno hated the look of Jack's face
So tried to put him in place.
With reason ignored
He drew his wood sword
But was quite quickly iced by a mage.
The mage got some bullets as thanks
So Cirno could once more advance.
Now Nero's annoyed
So he shot in the void
So all knew he didn't pack blanks.
The man with the gun pissed off Jack
So sword out, he launched an attack.
Jacket stood in-between
And right now it seems
He went crazy and went and fought back.
So somehow in 21 posts
We've got 5 of our 10 trading blows
I've got no freaking clue
How we'll ever pull through
Without most of us turning to ghosts.
EDIT: Recap because I've got time before bed.
Our current position's bizarre
'Cause nobody knows where we are
Our bodies have changed
Which already was strange
But then some dolts decided to spar
Cirno hated the look of Jack's face
So tried to put him in place.
With reason ignored
He drew his wood sword
But was quite quickly iced by a mage.
The mage got some bullets as thanks
So Cirno could once more advance.
Now Nero's annoyed
So he shot in the void
So all knew he didn't pack blanks.
The man with the gun pissed off Jack
So sword out, he launched an attack.
Jacket stood in-between
And right now it seems
He went crazy and went and fought back.
So somehow in 21 posts
We've got 5 of our 10 trading blows
I've got no freaking clue
How we'll ever pull through
Without most of us turning to ghosts.
Just as a heads-up to @Duthguy. It is likely one of us will die in the next few turns. Feel free to kill me. Else I may end up killing you.
"I don't take orders from anyone, graveyardstuffer!""
Alton looked over his shoulder to see the black wolf, who was looking significantly more sinister now, flying towards him and Alexander, weilding a motherf***ing sword. Before Alton had time to process what was going on, Jacket decided to take charge, pushing Alton into the backseat. In one fluid motion, he turned around, raised the bat over his head and lobbed it directly at the black beast. As the bat flew, spinning through the air, he charged at the beast, intent on finishing it off.
If anyone were to look at Alton at this point, they would notice something...wrong...with him. His eyes are completely in shadow, his hands are gripped tight, his entire body is tense. His gaze is focused and actions determined. There is an agressive air about him, like a wolf hunting a rabbit. In this state, it is abundantly clear there is one thing, and one thing only, that he intends to do.
Kill.
Alton looked over his shoulder to see the black wolf, who was looking significantly more sinister now, flying towards him and Alexander, weilding a motherf***ing sword. Before Alton had time to process what was going on, Jacket decided to take charge, pushing Alton into the backseat. In one fluid motion, he turned around, raised the bat over his head and lobbed it directly at the black beast. As the bat flew, spinning through the air, he charged at the beast, intent on finishing it off.
If anyone were to look at Alton at this point, they would notice something...wrong...with him. His eyes are completely in shadow, his hands are gripped tight, his entire body is tense. His gaze is focused and actions determined. There is an agressive air about him, like a wolf hunting a rabbit. In this state, it is abundantly clear there is one thing, and one thing only, that he intends to do.
Kill.
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Yup. That "Eddy Gadd" that I mentioned. Also, I think I will still go for Splatoon as a starting world, unless someone has another suggestion.
A medieval mage, a holy knight, a mechanic and an homicidal maniac in Splatoon. This'll be interesting.
Alton head turned to face Alexander at the sound of the gunshot. Still staring at him through the dark eyes of the mask, Alton stood up and spoke. "Okay then, mate. Settle down. I appreciate you stopping the fight, but we don't need death threats complicating things further." He started walking towards Alexander. "I think we're all confused enough as it is, so why don't you put the gun down, and maybe we can figure this out without, without fighting. He shot a look at the fairy, wolf and mage as he spoke his last words.
He stopped two steps in front of Alexander, holding his bat ready in his right hand. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Alton wanted a fight so he would have an excuse to release the stress building up inside of him.
He stopped two steps in front of Alexander, holding his bat ready in his right hand. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Alton wanted a fight so he would have an excuse to release the stress building up inside of him.
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