Friendly electric ghost just robbed a drunk monster eating police woman in public then offered to buy everyone drinks.
Edited for accuracy. Note the distinct lack of edginess when you read it properly.
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Capricious Jane Doe
STATUS: I've got a heart ful of burning courage and it's telling me to turn your face into hamburger. 9 yrs ago
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I've got a heart ful of burning courage and it's telling me to turn your face into hamburger.
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9 yrs ago
I'd dip you in gold to commomerate the moment if I thought you wouldn't make an ugly trophy.
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9 yrs ago
I'm the Karrem Abdul-Jabbar of high tier sparring. I'm just going to deny your fancy reality manipulating powers every time and take you back to school with the basics.
9 yrs ago
You absorbed all of my powers so now let's see you absorb my fist with your face.
9 yrs ago
How dare you call me a racial slur, I only told you to kill yourself twice.
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Born from the stars with an interminable desire to destroy them. What lies in store for our hero? Stay tuned and find out on the next episode of Space Pirate Starfall!
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Edited for accuracy. Note the distinct lack of edginess when you read it properly.
You can't be an edgelord if you aren't edgy, get your slang right.
For a moment it seemed as though Liu was beginning to make sense to Xiomara. It was a conversation well-rehearsed and destined to repeat itself until that day when the Pandaren’s wise words finally failed to soothe the savage Malsange.
“Your wisdom knows no end, Liu.” Xio rumbled after some time. In the interceding time the newest of Liu’s waitresses had made her presence known, dressed like someone’s fetish and doing a poor job at disguising her disdain, or her skill. A gaze like smoldering embers pinned her in place just long enough to become awkward and then Jen spoke, “And if we were anywhere else I might agree with you. But when I stare up at the night sky I cannot spot Malsange no matter how hard I try, nor can I make out the familiar constellations of my home, and it is not because these stars are foreign so much as it is because they do not exist.”
“Not as we know them.”
“Do you intend to carve life from a lie?” with that Xio’s gaze trailed over to Jen. Though the little woman was trying to speak to his soul the harsh edge in her words were exactly the spark needed to set the emotional firecracker that the hermit was, “You overstep your bounds woman…” the thread was pretty clear and for a moment it seemed he might act on it, mug set to the counter as the first hint of crimson began to appear at his cheeks and his feral eyes narrowed. Well that was what was going to happen until a walking electronic nightmare strode into the Tavern, outlandish from the very get go there was no way that Resolution couldn’t capture his and everyone else’s attention, but there was something distressingly familiar about that well of power once one looked past the surface.
But Xiomara and Resolution were going to get along just fine it seems. The beast snatched Jen’s Shindroid away and devoured it in a flash of power, eliciting wicked laughter from the hermit and a high pitched whine from Jen. With all the electricity crackling over Resolution’s body the little lady was as liable to hurt herself as the man but she swung, maybe there was something to her spirit yet. Inspired into action, at least for the moment, Xio rose from his seat and proceeded top thump Jen over the head with the butt of his mug, “If my rampage is to begin tonight then it will start with you.”
“Your wisdom knows no end, Liu.” Xio rumbled after some time. In the interceding time the newest of Liu’s waitresses had made her presence known, dressed like someone’s fetish and doing a poor job at disguising her disdain, or her skill. A gaze like smoldering embers pinned her in place just long enough to become awkward and then Jen spoke, “And if we were anywhere else I might agree with you. But when I stare up at the night sky I cannot spot Malsange no matter how hard I try, nor can I make out the familiar constellations of my home, and it is not because these stars are foreign so much as it is because they do not exist.”
“Not as we know them.”
“Do you intend to carve life from a lie?” with that Xio’s gaze trailed over to Jen. Though the little woman was trying to speak to his soul the harsh edge in her words were exactly the spark needed to set the emotional firecracker that the hermit was, “You overstep your bounds woman…” the thread was pretty clear and for a moment it seemed he might act on it, mug set to the counter as the first hint of crimson began to appear at his cheeks and his feral eyes narrowed. Well that was what was going to happen until a walking electronic nightmare strode into the Tavern, outlandish from the very get go there was no way that Resolution couldn’t capture his and everyone else’s attention, but there was something distressingly familiar about that well of power once one looked past the surface.
But Xiomara and Resolution were going to get along just fine it seems. The beast snatched Jen’s Shindroid away and devoured it in a flash of power, eliciting wicked laughter from the hermit and a high pitched whine from Jen. With all the electricity crackling over Resolution’s body the little lady was as liable to hurt herself as the man but she swung, maybe there was something to her spirit yet. Inspired into action, at least for the moment, Xio rose from his seat and proceeded top thump Jen over the head with the butt of his mug, “If my rampage is to begin tonight then it will start with you.”
Don't mind me, just shit posting.
Xiomara responded with a wordless rumble. Anyone who had known the hermit for long enough would have sworn he wanted to be angry but Liu made it difficult. But that friendly smile had disarmed a world of warrior’s and was at least part of why Chen’s Tavern had become such a staple of Alexandrian life…
The other part was because of Liu’s ferocious strength but that was usually only reserved for the rowdiest drunks.
Xio traced Liu’s path with his eyes, head not moving, and when the first glass hit the counter top his fingers were already curled around it. Slender by nature Xio’s fingers were long but his hands were too large for the feminine face that he wore just as the breadth of his shoulders and the smoothness of his abdomen were. Soon the burn of Firedrake Whiskey was gliding down his throat, eliciting a burbling hiss from the man, before a half drained glass his the table top. With such technique one might think Xiomara was great with liquor but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. His sponsorship by Vorsours back on the Malsange homeworld had involved swearing off liquor, for all his vinegar and fire Xiomara was buzzed by his first glass and tipsy by the third, provided the liquor was strong enough. Combined with an amateur’s tendency to overestimate it wasn’t uncommon to find him sleeping in the alley beside Chen’s Tavern.
“It is this world,” Xiomara boomed. “We were summoned because we are champions and yet look how easily we’ve fallen into routine. This childish desire for structure, it disgusts me, but to see it from men and women who have dedicated their lives to the sword?" Xiomara shook his head sadly, uncaring of how seditious or ridiculous his words may have sounded, after all without an economy how could someone like Liu have run a tavern and supplied him with liquor? Fanatics often ignored these thoughts, “I blame that blasted Alexander, they say he’s a great warrior but I have never even seen his face, he has chained all of us to his throne. Someone needs to shake things up…”
Then there was Jen. Xiomara paid little attention to her sultry attire or attitude; this was not uncommon amongst women who liberated them with their own strength, a sort of exaggerated sexual freedom to make up for the standards placed on them before. But when she grabbed at the second glass his brows wrinkled up dangerously. “That is irrelevant. I am the Goddess chose to make me, in her own image.” When drunk Xio was erratic, not that he was yet, but his laughs were louder and his violence was vicious. But like a storm it was over shortly and he said… “Ah Liu, you know how I feel about coinage, but I promise you that when I next hunt I will save the largest carcass for you?”
Then he waggled his fiery red eyebrows as though he was actually doing the bear a favor.
The other part was because of Liu’s ferocious strength but that was usually only reserved for the rowdiest drunks.
Xio traced Liu’s path with his eyes, head not moving, and when the first glass hit the counter top his fingers were already curled around it. Slender by nature Xio’s fingers were long but his hands were too large for the feminine face that he wore just as the breadth of his shoulders and the smoothness of his abdomen were. Soon the burn of Firedrake Whiskey was gliding down his throat, eliciting a burbling hiss from the man, before a half drained glass his the table top. With such technique one might think Xiomara was great with liquor but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. His sponsorship by Vorsours back on the Malsange homeworld had involved swearing off liquor, for all his vinegar and fire Xiomara was buzzed by his first glass and tipsy by the third, provided the liquor was strong enough. Combined with an amateur’s tendency to overestimate it wasn’t uncommon to find him sleeping in the alley beside Chen’s Tavern.
“It is this world,” Xiomara boomed. “We were summoned because we are champions and yet look how easily we’ve fallen into routine. This childish desire for structure, it disgusts me, but to see it from men and women who have dedicated their lives to the sword?" Xiomara shook his head sadly, uncaring of how seditious or ridiculous his words may have sounded, after all without an economy how could someone like Liu have run a tavern and supplied him with liquor? Fanatics often ignored these thoughts, “I blame that blasted Alexander, they say he’s a great warrior but I have never even seen his face, he has chained all of us to his throne. Someone needs to shake things up…”
Then there was Jen. Xiomara paid little attention to her sultry attire or attitude; this was not uncommon amongst women who liberated them with their own strength, a sort of exaggerated sexual freedom to make up for the standards placed on them before. But when she grabbed at the second glass his brows wrinkled up dangerously. “That is irrelevant. I am the Goddess chose to make me, in her own image.” When drunk Xio was erratic, not that he was yet, but his laughs were louder and his violence was vicious. But like a storm it was over shortly and he said… “Ah Liu, you know how I feel about coinage, but I promise you that when I next hunt I will save the largest carcass for you?”
Then he waggled his fiery red eyebrows as though he was actually doing the bear a favor.
Up to notdeadyet, me and Enki have been looking for a 2v2 for quite some time.
“No need to shout, I can hear just fine.”
Satori emerged from the morning mist with slow plodding steps. A smug smile tugged at each corner of her mouth and lent an air of mischief to her approach. She had been observing the raucous feline for a few minutes now and while the initial shock had worn off she was more curious than ever and with only one hundred and twenty feet between them she was free to examine the crystalline contours of his body, so very small to be issuing a challenge and yet trailed by arcs of power several times his length.
When not saving the fine gentlemen at Shin-Ra Industries from themselves she was free to wander and wander she did. Traveling here and there through the cracks in time and space, spying on strange creatures from beyond the stars and visiting fantastic new locations. The Monolith Graveyard had found its place in heart thanks in part to the loneliness it carried with it. The graveyard itself was nestled deep within a mountain range and slumbered beneath a constant blanket of cold mist, days were beautifully overcast and nights were hauntingly beautiful, of all the places she had encountered in Guild Space this warrior’s resting place was the first to well and truly win her over.
What of Satori herself though? Well she was tall, nearly six feet, with a lean predatory body and pearlescent white skin. She was currently wearing the same no-nonsense brown coverall that had become a staple of her wardrobe. It was a rustic outfit better fit for a day laborer, tucked into a pair of thick boots and rolled up to the elbows to avoid touching black gloves, the front was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a pink undershirt, and if not for the air of quiet confidence that she carried herself with a day laborer she might have been. For a human Satori’s face was pretty but childish with a layer of baby fat that would never fade and eyes too wide to ever truly be intimidating. The bulk of her black hair had been combed over to one side, cresting high over itself before falling along her left profile or bunching up defiantly around her neck, that which clung to the right side of her head had been braided in place.
And she was armed.
Of course she was armed. Too many belts wound around her waist and on her left hip hung a sword, its sheath a deep shade of midnight blue and its tsuba replaced with a miniature engine, while her right bore a handgun, the black barrel’s length bordering on ridiculous and its hilt replaced with a spike of white bone. At her shoulders she wore a coat of white fur, stripped from some fantastic beast or another who had given his life to keep the Princess of Darkness warm, with the bundle at her throat dyed a deep shade of red. A third weapon was hidden behind her back, a small workman’s hammer that could unfold itself into something far more fantastic, and about a dozen pieces of materia had been slotted either into her equipment or her clothing with another half dozen resting safely in her pockets.
All of these were tools, impressive ones that Zace would be able to sniff for a scent of supernatural power, and ultimately supplement to Satori’s true power. Yes even with the sun peeking its head over the horizon, unable to be seen by the mountains on either side but still throwing its glow upon them, the darkness pooled around her. At dawn they were little more than vague implications on the material plane but they chattered amongst themselves in curious voices. Right now there was no power there but rest assured daylight would not deny Satori the dark power that burbled inside of her, merely restrict the amount of angles that she could take advantage of without cost.
“Let's play a game, you and me.”
Satori emerged from the morning mist with slow plodding steps. A smug smile tugged at each corner of her mouth and lent an air of mischief to her approach. She had been observing the raucous feline for a few minutes now and while the initial shock had worn off she was more curious than ever and with only one hundred and twenty feet between them she was free to examine the crystalline contours of his body, so very small to be issuing a challenge and yet trailed by arcs of power several times his length.
When not saving the fine gentlemen at Shin-Ra Industries from themselves she was free to wander and wander she did. Traveling here and there through the cracks in time and space, spying on strange creatures from beyond the stars and visiting fantastic new locations. The Monolith Graveyard had found its place in heart thanks in part to the loneliness it carried with it. The graveyard itself was nestled deep within a mountain range and slumbered beneath a constant blanket of cold mist, days were beautifully overcast and nights were hauntingly beautiful, of all the places she had encountered in Guild Space this warrior’s resting place was the first to well and truly win her over.
What of Satori herself though? Well she was tall, nearly six feet, with a lean predatory body and pearlescent white skin. She was currently wearing the same no-nonsense brown coverall that had become a staple of her wardrobe. It was a rustic outfit better fit for a day laborer, tucked into a pair of thick boots and rolled up to the elbows to avoid touching black gloves, the front was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a pink undershirt, and if not for the air of quiet confidence that she carried herself with a day laborer she might have been. For a human Satori’s face was pretty but childish with a layer of baby fat that would never fade and eyes too wide to ever truly be intimidating. The bulk of her black hair had been combed over to one side, cresting high over itself before falling along her left profile or bunching up defiantly around her neck, that which clung to the right side of her head had been braided in place.
And she was armed.
Of course she was armed. Too many belts wound around her waist and on her left hip hung a sword, its sheath a deep shade of midnight blue and its tsuba replaced with a miniature engine, while her right bore a handgun, the black barrel’s length bordering on ridiculous and its hilt replaced with a spike of white bone. At her shoulders she wore a coat of white fur, stripped from some fantastic beast or another who had given his life to keep the Princess of Darkness warm, with the bundle at her throat dyed a deep shade of red. A third weapon was hidden behind her back, a small workman’s hammer that could unfold itself into something far more fantastic, and about a dozen pieces of materia had been slotted either into her equipment or her clothing with another half dozen resting safely in her pockets.
All of these were tools, impressive ones that Zace would be able to sniff for a scent of supernatural power, and ultimately supplement to Satori’s true power. Yes even with the sun peeking its head over the horizon, unable to be seen by the mountains on either side but still throwing its glow upon them, the darkness pooled around her. At dawn they were little more than vague implications on the material plane but they chattered amongst themselves in curious voices. Right now there was no power there but rest assured daylight would not deny Satori the dark power that burbled inside of her, merely restrict the amount of angles that she could take advantage of without cost.
“Let's play a game, you and me.”
Patience young padawan, I got caught up with some dirty business.
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