Starfall

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

Please don't compare your style to mine, that is legitimately insulting.

The main difference between you and me is that I react and you retract. I put legitimate effort into including your character as a viable member of the roleplay by reacting to your nonsense before I finally got tired of it. Most if not all of my defensive pieces were placed on the board and have been in play since the beginning of this engagement if not the thread itself, even if you failed to notice them until later they were always primed to react to your offense. Meanwhile when you aren't trying to fit entire actions into your previous turn you are retracting your previous actions to better suit your needs, and that's if we're lucky enough for you to react at all.

The thing you don't seem to get is that if you retract your action you also retract my reaction. In simple language every time you decided that you were throwing instead of swiping or screaming instead of licking you left the same defense I used before free to keep defending. You never committed to removing my options from play, you never seemed to plan beyond the moment, and your moves rarely connected to one another in a meaningful way. If something didn't work you just rewound time and tried again, why would I change my game plan for that, not only do I not have to but you made it clear that if I did you wouldn't give a flying fuck about it anyways.

I'm not entirely sure you're being malicious with this either. I mean there are points where you blatantly go out of your way to disrespect what your opponent wrote but I feel like a legitimate powergamer would have done something clever with all of the chances you've been given. I had one guy delete my character's profile to remove all of my powers from play, it was hilarious especially considering my profile was still posted for everyone to see, but there was something of an idea hiding beneath the mountain of salt. You spent three turns straight charging a defensive formation that you acknowledged was there, never attempting to bypass it or even destroy it, and only once attempting to disregard it.

You could make a legitimate complaint about Satori's versatility but in this thread the GM has an entire army of monsters and one of the party is/was a legitimate reality bender. It's not my fault you decided to join with an overstuffed snausage whose major selling point is that he sweats a lot and somehow thought you could bully everyone else into submission, and if you had joined with one of your character creator monstrosities it might have worked, but as it stands you're playing something that doesn't even legs or arms against characters who don't even need arms and legs. Besides even if you really wanted to complain about her kit, it's readily available in other threads and you had plenty of time to reconsider joining after I posted, but she's only really used two of a dozen plus tools available to her.

Sorry, not sorry.

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

I know that after all these years I shouldn't but I still find it absolutely mind boggling that there are people who think it's okay to just rewrite entire sequences because they felt like they're losing. I also find it hilarious he thinks I'll agree to a coin flip.

I'll keep writing the same defense until my fingers fall off, I have justice on my side!

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@Negatomsk

Don't worry bro, this isn't the first time someone has trapped me in a time warp. Luckily I know exactly how to deal with this shit.

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@Doc Doctor

Of course a creature as creature as simple as the Magna Pater would not be intelligent enough to understand how the Mind of Satori's Eye worked but that didn’t stop it from working. Her supernatural sixth sense went beyond the conventional five, which isn't to say that any save for sight had been dulled by his actions, but he quite simply lacked the tools required to deny her vision. Not that he should feel ashamed about that, most of her opponents did, that's how the Princess of Darkness played the game after all. She denied tricks and traps whether they were literal or metaphorical, stripping monsters like the Primeval bare until they were left with nothing but wit and skill, and most were found wanting.

And so Satori saw his every action with perfect clarity and reacted accordingly, alternating between defense and offense with six autonomous limbs and one holy artifact she used to torture him.

Ineffectual as it was the Pater’s sonic shriek seemed more like a cry of terror to Satori. He attempted to bring his right arm up but it had been pierced at the wrist, the bones thoroughly shattered by the barbed head of her wing, the most he could manage would be tearing the entire hand off with one final burst of strength. Then he went so far as to thrust his stump, two stumps actually, at her abdomen and her forearm respectively. Each thump smeared his acidic blood across her clothing with a sizzle and a hiss, wearing away at her gear, but it wasn't enough. How could this be; well Satori was wearing a hunter’s coat, thick boots, and a set of clawed gauntlets. As foreign as it might have seemed these articles of clothing had actually been selected for defensive reasons as much as cosmetic ones. Sure they weren’t heavily enchanted toys from beyond the stars but they came in handy when things got down and dirty by keeping her safe from incidental damage when all other options were spent, not that they were. Merely flinging acid would do very little to a uniform that had survived literally everything else Satori had put it through.

And even if he succeeded, did he really think blood was an effective weapon against a vampire? Did he think she intended to commit suicide when she promised to drink his blood?

And that is how the Pater’s life would end. Blind and screaming while struggling for a victory that would not come; his head pierced on three different spikes while a blunt warhammer carved through his neck. The Father of Vampires who had denied evolution for thousands of years flailing hopelessly against the charming face of the latest model. It didn’t matter how many times he rewound time or rewrote his actions, how many scenarios he played out, he was quite simply outmatched. Fate had become a tunnel for him and Quaking Fire was the train at the very end of it, roaring down the tracks and hungry to consume his soul, and all he could do was struggle.

At least for a time.

But when it was over Satori was all that would be left, standing in a field of glass with her trophy hanging overhead.

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@Doc Doctor

Some people just never learned.

Of course it was perfectly understandable that the Magna Pater would do everything that it possibly could to avoid dying but at some point the struggle ceased being sporting and started being pathetic. Somehow the Pater had managed to slip a scream in-between its attempt to stab her thigh and grab at her calf, which had themselves been staggered to happen one after another, in a desperate attempt to stop what was already well in motion. And yet…

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

It was irritating to hear but Satori’s ability to sense the Pater extended to all four of her remaining senses and was supplemented by her mind’s eye which in itself peered through the shadows under her control. The grasp fell around her ankle and was immediately driven into the ground to a symphony of shattering bones and cracking earth. Simultaneously, for all of Satori’s actions had been done within less than second of one another, the beast would be blinded for the second time before her primary wings hooked into its skull and its jaw, leaving its mouth hanging wide open. And since the Pater had drawn his tongue back? Her final wing shot up and through the bottom of its jaw, hammering through the tip and nailing it roof of his mouth.

Rinse, wash, repeat.

Quaking Fire came spilling out, shattering time and space with its emergence, even the though mucus was somehow thick enough to survive temperatures upwards of ten octillion exceeding absolute heat did more than just burn. The magical fire was everywhere in an instant, the area around the Pater and Satori and even inside of the monster, it was only her will as the wielder drawing on those reigns that kept her from burning herself to a crisp and even the Verdissian miracle was defiant. One vaporized father later and Satori stood amidst a field of glass, the horrifying sound of a forest sized hole in the atmosphere surrounding her, and of course overhead the Pater’s head on a pair of spikes.

Then with a flex of her scapular muscles she tore that in two.

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Did Satori care about her bodily fluids?

Not really.

The Princess of Darkness wasn’t particularly fond of losing anything that belonged to her without some kind of reprisal; be it a pair of eyes, a layer of skin, or blood. But she was a creature of greed and vice. When push came to shove she didn’t need her bodily fluids beyond familiarity. Not that she would be losing much of it this time around. The Pater’s tail wound around her throat only to be sliced into a fine bloody mist over the course of several seconds and when the thread had passed Satori sported a ring of raw red flesh around her throat. The Primeval’s hopes that somehow blood pressure would succeed where earth shattering blows, hypersonic exchanges, and ancient magic had failed were soundly dashed…

At the end of the day Satori’s biology wasn’t so flimsy, obviously, or she would have ceased functioning when her eyes popped inside of her head. The same thing went for the Pater.

One problem had been solved and a handful others opened up. Timing however wasn’t an issue with Satori whose ability to perceive at high speeds from multiple angles made it nigh impossible to catch her off guard while her versatile power set made dominate spacing. The last daughter was well and truly playing a game of chess, taking her time to move accordingly and sadistically removing options from the other side of the board, and so far the Pater had done nothing but shake the proverbial cup and hope the dice came up Yahtzee. By attacking from multiple angles at once he was one step closer to figuring out her game but just acknowledging that there was a board with pieces on it was not enough. After all, at least you could get lucky with dice...

A tongue came for her thigh and a claw reached for her calf. To that Satori answered not with retreat but with the small set of secondary wings at the base of her spine, currently at rest with their length stretched along the back of her thighs. They hadn’t done a whole lot throughout this brief but intense exchange. They had no skeletal fingers to grab with or leathery membrane to defend with. They were in fact made up of a single solid shadow each with the shape of a wedge and that was that. But that was fine because they were largely reactionary, as their positioning might have implied, and always ready to defend her lower body.

Both wings whirled around her hips and extended into a set of barbed spears. The right one would strike the Pater’s tongue from the side, easily diverting its course, and close to the tip so as to avoid sudden dodges. It would be nailed to the ground likely through the offending wing. The clawed hand at her calf wasn’t as much of a threat given that it only sought to grab but the reaction was both simultaneous and ergonomic. The second spear would drive through the Pater’s wrist and nail his entire arm to the floor. Though there was more weight to these shadows than the fine blades her upper wings had become it was safe to assume that contact without defense would result in penetration.

Meanwhile Satori’s upper wings, finished with their assault, turned inwards. Two more simultaneous stabs with her upper wings, still sharp as the night itself and impossibly multi-edged, thrust their primary fingers towards the Pater’s gleaming black eyes. The distance was negligible and with the beats locked against her hammer escape was improbable. If contact was made those fingers would curl themselves inside of the Pater’s eye-sockets, digging into his skull before solidifying in proper, while its ancillary fingers shoved themselves rudely into the Pater’s mouth and did the same with his jaw.

Was all of this necessary? Not in the least, because the fight was already over.

Somehow someway Magna Pater’s slime covered skin had been enough to stop Satori’s backswing. When a similar such swing had already blown its arm clean off the beast had allowed the blow to land on his shoulder and apparently the goo was enough to absorb the kinetic force therein. What it had neglected to do anything about was the thrumming storm of electricity that surrounded the Verdissian Warhammer. Unless there was a supernatural element keeping the Pater’s mucus in place then the slime that coated its entire body was already in the process of both melting and igniting from the sustained thunderstorm. An act that also served to break apart those molecular bonds that gave the slime the structural integrity it needed to stave off blows.

So the Father of Vampires had elder magic in his snot that only activated itself for threats more dire than bone shattering boulders and violent explosions? It didn’t matter, not really, because the storm had finally arrived.

The Verdissian’s had been mentioned more than once but who were they? Far away from Guild Space the Verdissian Empire was an aggressive war machine that relentlessly expanded their borders. Part of their success came from the fact that the Verdissian people were actually made up of three to six (depending on one’s view of taxonomy) distinct species that had diverged from the Verdissian evolutionary line. The chaotic clash of cultures that resulted was part of what kept Verdissian culture from descending into the state of complacency that had doomed so many species for them. But like any sentient species they had myths and legends, one of which Satori had met…

Koen Blackspeed who had sacrificed his throne for freedom. And depending on what police report you read Satori had either mugged, seduced, or fooled the wayward prince into bequeathing her with his greatest weapon; the holy Solar Hammers. In reality it was more like they had become friends and she had taken advantage of his kindness. He also hadn’t given her the hammers themselves, despite the fact that she carried a Warhammer, so much as a fraction of their essence. The enigma known as Quaking Fire, so hot that it could defy the universe itself, a purging flame from which they were no escape. The world turned white and with it the first tongues of Quaking Fire emerged, shattering the structure of conventional space and then slipping through the cracks, only to emerge at random all throughout the Plague Forest in hot bursts that evaporated everything they touched. Meanwhile the Pater’s dark taint was set to be purged from this plane, the elder mucus swept away and venomous blood cleaned out as fires ruthlessly emerged inside of the Primeval’s body where they had no business being, why even the Pater’s eternally reincarnating soul was in danger before the holy artifact.

Along the way, pointlessly so, Satori’s ancillary wings had anchored themselves to the ground after their attacks and now jerked her around. This in turn restarted the sweeping motion of her strike, aiding the Verdissian Warhammer in passing through the Pater’s neck while its head was held in place for a handy decapitation.

The game was over, had been over for some time, and the players were all out of quarters. All that was left was to mash the start button until the timer finally hit zero.

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@Mikellh Dejax

Do it, that Drifting Pollen girl has been OOC for too long, someone really needs to punch her in the gob.

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@Mikellh Dejax

See you later transdimensional cowboy.

The World of War: Central Hub/Main Thread/Chen's Tavern

@Enki

Was a joke. But budget just opened up for a new cook and some weirdo calling himself the Pastamancer got the job.

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Satori did not currently have eyes to pop from their sockets nor did she have a functioning respiratory system to choke the life out of. Oh she had lungs, but ever since her transformation they had steadily fallen into disuse, outside of the occasional bout of manual breathing to keep herself from slipping into the uncanny valley she had honestly begun to consider them vestigial. But she did use them now, sucking in a lungful of air before booming with laughter, mocking and cruel with a mouthful of savage fangs on full display.

She laughed even as the Pater’s tail tightened around her throat but it wouldn’t last for long.

Yes, it had been a mistake to emulate the Pater’s coat of slime but not necessarily a failure. His tail still made a connection with her left wing and rather than retreat it decided to play coy, yet again, by slipping around her neck at lightning speeds. Now it would have been entirely understandable for Satori to simply shrug off the attempt, after all her wings were already in close defensive formation around her head by forming something of a half-dome around her dome, and without penetration the only way for the Primeval’s tail to make it around her neck was by slipping in from below. This was just fine by her. Doing so put his tail right in line for the two of the three bony fingers hidden inside of each wing (four in all) to plunge their way deep into its tail without resistance, razor edges punching through the spongy meat and remarkably flexible muscles, eventually shattering whatever served as the beasts spinal column and provided it structural solidarity, before finally popping out on the other side. Even if a crippling wasn’t enough to stop the Pater her follow up would be. So fine were the edges of Satori’s shadows that they were damn near two-dimensional and her wings played loose with geometry to obtain multiple per digit. It was a blur of motion that saw her wings vibrate within the Pater’s tail, cutting the limb into a dozen pieces from the inside out, then a hundred, and so on until all that was left of meat was a fine bloody mist.

When the deed was done the wings returned to their defensive formation overhead. Meanwhile the pinky and thumb of each wing had turned their attention inwards to peel Satori free. It was a fine series of cuts but peel was the operative word for they sliced away the Princess' pearly white flesh and left a ring of raw red hypodermal skin around her neck.

Simultaneous to Satori’s newest party trick (hypersonic slicing and dicing was going to be a hit with the orphans) her right arm would be wheeling around for the backswing. Impressive as the first strike had been it not been enough to send the Princess of Darkness rebounding, the next might change that. The strike came from the left at a diagonal angle from above, cutting its way down if you will, such that it would be crashing into the side of Pater’s head with a localized thunderstorm following in its wake. Awoken by the fresh spike of pain from Satori the Verdissian Warhammer completely skipped phase two and went straight to phase three, and should the Pater manage a dodge that would not stop the blinding flash of light or the outpouring of hyper aggressive plasma that ravaged everything surrounding Shin-Ra's youngest daughter.

Heck even Satori herself was not immune to the thunderous rampage. Mere sparks compared to what the Pater would suffer from the expanding dome of plasmatic force but forks of lightning would occasionally snap at her, delivering sharp bites at the behest of a barely contained supernatural force that wanted to be free, from the Maiden of the Night and back at the side of its true master yes. But not before it swallowed the Primeval whole.