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5 yrs ago
Current you thought you could get rid of me
5 yrs ago
canonically speaking, the most powerful DMC character is the woman who convinced Virgil to have unprotected sex with a human
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5 yrs ago
whatever it is you're doing it wrong
5 yrs ago
sorry, sharing a pie? Piece was never an option
5 yrs ago
Show me an aesthetic better than Lego Rock Raiders. Go on. I'll wait.

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Hmmm yes my pokemanz

Let me show you to them
Yes Rider is with Archer

Get the fightin or imma start flightin






I'm having a hard time coming up with the effects of John Dee's NP. Anybody wanna help me brainstorm?




The Dragonfly's Wings

Foreign District, Tour Montparnasse, Streets


Master?...Master?

In his prone state he saw the kicking coming towards his head. He had no time to roll out of the way. The best he could do was try to block and make the kick a glancing blow. The quickly brought the shaft of his spear in front of his face, Berserker's kick making contact with it. The sheer force of the attack launched him clear down the road, rocking him through a building before rolling to a stop in yet another street. He picked himself up. His left arm was a broken, mangled mess that hung limply from his body.

Master? Master?!

A feeling of dread came over him. He could feel the very Earth underneath his feet start to reject his existence. His Master had been killed. He had twice failed to protect his Master this war and he could feel that this might be the end. Unless.

"Berserker wait! I can sense my Master is in danger. Please, she is only a girl. We can continue some other night. I would rather not rob you of an empty victory!"

On a nearby building, a certain metal eagle was perched, observing the events that were transpiring.




The Resting Giant

Basement, Somewhere in the Foreign District


Jackson was watching the fight between the Lancer and Berserker intently through his Cauldron. He could hear the nearby destruction being caused by their fight and prayed that they didn't somehow end up close to his homebase. He had a rough second night, having lost his first servant. The sensible thing to do would be to seek asylum at the Cathedral, but he was too stubborn. He wanted his ideal world realised.

He continued to watch the fight. Perhaps he could somehow use it to gain something...




@Reflection
Yeah we on team catgirl
Alright enough chitchat

Let's get to the fightin
@Reflection

I would like to roll the gacha!
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