However, he hadn't noticed the hooded man behind him, with a strange gun in his hand that seemed to be charging something up. He released the bullet and it flew towards Sheogorath.
A new kind of roleplaying game
((That's some godmodding right there, Malk.))
Asura, instead of falling to the ground, stayed floating in the air. Sighing, he snaps his katana in half, the smiley disappearing. He then holds the two pieces together and they combine back to normal. Asura lowers the firewall and goes over to Erk. "You obviously can't kill him, I have no idea why you're even trying."
(( Read what YOU wrote. ))
The bullet, just as it reaches Sheogorath, turns into a chicken. It squawks and runs away. He laughs, and with a wave of his hand turns it into a roast chicken.
The bullet, being immune to magic of any kind, continued on towards Sheogorat not a chicken at all
A deranged chicken, jumps in front of the bullet. The chicken, which was wearing armour deflects the bullet, before running off.
"What are you talking about? He's not omnipotent, we can block his attacks, and if his utter stupidity is anything to go by, he can't be omniscient. He must be vulnerable to something." Erk gave the area a once-over."He can't transform Serra's Shine or that bullet... but Serra's only got a little bit of power left in the tome. He obviously didn't transform the portals, either. And his magic, as I demonstrated, can be blocked, and despite his whining to the contrary, it can be reversed. On top of that, he's quite full of himself... hmm. That might help."
Erk shouted, "You! Idiot! I bet you can't transform the Swarm into a delicious snack!"
Rick laughed. "A delicious snack? Nah, he can only make crappy snacks. I bet he couldn't transform the Swarm into GLaDOS's cooking!"
"Perish the thought!"
Serra raised an eyebrow. "Is GLaDOS a bad cook?"
"Yes," Erk said, with more than a little bitterness.
(Can I have GLaDOs as a character later? I'm planning on putting a puzzle section in when we finish the boss, and I want her to be in it))
apon hitting the chicken, it stopped and grew. Everyone was pulled towards the big white ball. "Hold on to something!" said the man, who dug his hands in the ground, preventing him from going in
Sheogorath snaps his fingers, and a huge banquet table appears. Tables are all over it, and a fully dressed turkey lies in the centre. A bard, plays a lute and salad appears on everyone's plate. A huge slab of meat appears, and a floating knife cuts it into pieces. The beef falls neatly on everyone's plate, and he laughs.
Then he snaps his fingers again, and napkins appear. Goblets appear also, and fill themselves with a strange alcohol of some sort. Mead.
He sniffs the air, and a pudgy bulldog walks up to him. He picks it up and places it on his head, as a hat.
Asura dug his blades into the ground, preventing himself from getting sucked into the ball.
((Feel free to use GLaDOS, as long as you can make good enough lines for her. Remember: passive-aggressive and underhanded insults!))
"Whoaaaaa!"
Erk tripped and fell, moving toward the white object. Serra grabbed his legs, but lost her balance herself; Rick managed to grab Serra and resist the pull of that object by planting his feet firmly in the ground.
"I can't hold on to you forever!" Serra struggled to maintain her grip on Erk's legs. "Rick! Pull him in!"
"Got it!" Rick held on to Serra with one arm, while pulling Erk towards him with another. "Keep your feet on the ground and hang on to me! I'm heavy enough to resist this!"
"Understood! And by the way..." Erk lightly gestured at the food. "Don't... eat that food!"
"Pfft! Good luck! With this thing pulling us? No chance we'll get to eat anything!"
Sheogorath calmly floats into the air, unaffected.
The man had started to notice the sphere was getting bigger and bigger by the second, along with the pull towards it "Something's not right here!" yells the man over the roaring winds, "But we have to knock him in anyway!" The man then lifted up his robotic arm and fired several shots at Sheogorath to try to knock him in.
The opening notes of "Take me out to the Ball Game" play, and Sheogorath slips his staff up in his hands. He smashes the shots out of the air, like baseballs. The third shot, he smashes and it turns into a... can you guess it? CHICKEN
However, the chicken strangely turned right into a rocket, with robotic arms weilding swords, who was barly keeping up with Sheogorath due to the white sphere. "That's the last time you sneak into my ammo," said the man.
"I doubt it." Sheogorath says dryly, as the chicken disappears. He casually reaches into the air, and pulls out a turkey leg, out of nowhere. He takes an obnoxious bite out of it, and tosses it away.
((Huh? Do you mean the rocket with swords? It's still there :P
Don't Godmod my rockets))
The rocket's ends of swords came off, and all the swords fired lots and lots of bullets at Sheogorath, while the main rocket was charging up something
"Oh no. Bullets." Sheogorath says, sounding bored as the bullets fired at him. He waved his hand, and a field opens up in front of him. Every bullet that touches it, turns into a chicken. He laughs as the bawking starts.
The chickens who didn't fall into the white sphere tried to jump on Sheogorath
(( Don't control my chickens. That would be godmodding. ))
Sheogorath waves his hand again, and the chickens all become roast chickens.
((The chickens arn't your chickens if they are made from my bullets))
However, the rocket was getting closer and closer, and so was the white sphere
Sheogorath's mouth suddenly becomes GIANT, and he swallows the rocket and the white sphere. He then returns to normal.
--Tamriel--
The Rocket dodged out of the way of the mouth and Sheogorath was consumed by the white sphere instantly when he touched it. Don't go around touching giant white spheres ment to suck you in, you don't know what they do. The white sphere continued to suck everyone in.
"Why is it not closing? It's not suppost to do that!" yelled the man
"Error Code 610764: Message: I want to do some testing" said a voice that seemed to come from the sphere
--???--
Sheogorath arrived in a strange black room with a giant window on one side which a white room with three doors could be seen through, one of them said EXIT, anouther wall had a timer on it, the left wall had a map that only charted one room for some reason, and it was not the room he was in, anouther was blank. Even stranger, was that his powers didn't work at all, and a man was sitting in the corner looking at the wall.
Even stranger, was that Sheogorath was the god of strange. Crazy, actually.
"Nobody puts Sheogorath in a white sphere! ONLY I DO THAT!" He yells, blasting the stranger with Wabbajack.
--???--
Of course, nothing happened since no powers work there. "You got sealed away too?" asked the stranger, without looking away
(( Pi, you cannot alter my character. That is godmodding. So, it DID work. ))
"This is stupid, it's almost like an ignorant Wolver has put me in a white sphere." Sheogorath says as he waves his hands. A portal opens up, and it leads to his home, The Shivering Isles. He steps through, and closes it behind him.
"Meh." He says at length.
((I have already said powers do not work there. It didn't work.
You said the only way to defeat him is banishing, so that is what I did))
The portal actually led 2 steps behind him though. A message appeared on the blank wall
"For every step you take, you go two steps back"
The portal then started getting disorted
(( Only way to defeat them is to banish them.... to the planes of OBLIVION. And this isn't Oblivion. And powers work on Oblivion.))
"Well, this is dumb." Sheogorath says, walking through his portal for the LAST TIME and walking out in the Shivering Isles.
((I know, he knows perfectly well that this is not Oblivion and yet acts like it is))
Of course, it only led him anouther two steps backwards, and the message on the wall changed
"The path of least resistance is a valid option."
Easy. Sheogorath walks backwards into his portal.
Rick gritted his... nothing, since he didn't have teeth. "It's getting stronger! I can't resist the pull! MAN, we are in a lot of danger!"
"Rick, the Portal Gun! Portal us over there!"
"Got it!" Rick aimed one portal into the distance and a second portal below them, and Rick's weight was enough to take them down, through the portal and far away from the orb. Afterwards, Rick placed the first portal near them. Erk and Serra jumped down and began putting some distance between them and the orb.
"Asura, too!" Erk gestured toward Asura, and once they were a safe distance from their portals, Rick aimed a portal below Asura to allow him the same escape route.
Having escaped the white ball, Sheogorath looks at the conflagration with a laugh.
"Hrmmm, I don't think this is hard enough." He says, as he conjures up a swarm of insane chickens.
"Do my bidding, you winged fiends!" He yells out, as the swarm all flies at Erk.
((Yeah, these chickens can fly. Really well. AIRBORNE CHICKENS!))
--Tamriel--
A sudden voice was heard saying: Going through a portal backwards would be the dumbest idea in a normal universe, in a normal universe that would just do nothing to help. However, that was not a normal universe, rather, a much stranger universe on the edge on the universe where physics are much different. It actually worked, not actually very surprising for that universe. However, that is not on everyone's mind, what was is that sudden strange voice that started talking out of no where? It had even been reading their minds and started talking about it's self. This voice, however, simply belonged to the new narrator of the story. The white sphere was getting bigger and bigger, and it's pull was getting stronger and stronger. What was everyone going to do? Go continue on the story, I'll just be right here.
Erk shook his head. What an idiot. Chickens? Really? Erk easily blew the chickens away with a single Rexcalibur.
"Now listen, you mindless dolt. We've got better things to do than put up with your blatant idiocy and your ineffectual parlor tricks. Unless you have a death wish-"
"DUCK!" Serra shouted this just in time; Erk ducked under an attacking chicken while Rick bashed it away with his Frying Pan.
"Thank you." Erk grinned. "See? I'm not perfect and neither are you. The difference between you and I? I'm not alone. Who's going to warn you of a knife in the back? Yourself? Don't make me laugh. You're not omnipotent and obviously not omniscient, so surrender before the decision is taken, by force, out of your hands."
Seeing the portal appear and Rick on the other side, Asura managed to drag himself through it. "Tch. That damned god.... The white sphere is growing." He put his blades away, faintly feeling the pull.
--Tamriel--
The white sphere then started lowering, eventually reaching the ground. Everything on the ground it touched disappeared as it got bigger and more and more deeper, it was forming a sink hole too. The man got out a cell phone and called someone while holding on.
--B16--
"You see? That is wh- hang on..." the woman said, before getting out her cell phone from a call, "Oh no... I have to go, stay here." The woman then seemingly disappeared into thin air
The chickens fly over the blast from Rexcalibur.
"Parlour magic, hey?" Sheogorath asks, as a giant snake comes out of the earth. It would be easily big enough to crush Erk. Instead of killing him, it licks him on the cheek and burrows back in the earth.
All of a sudden, gone is the laughing exterior and the suit. Fire burns in both of his palms as he tosses the staff aside. The land darkens, and he approaches Erk. In his state, he stands easily a few heads above Erk.
"Boy, the things I have done and will do. They make you insignificant by so much." He spits the words out at Erk.
"You are lucky," Sheogorath says as he waves his hand back. "That I am a gracious host." The landscape changes, and shifts to resemble the interior of a giant palace.
"Welcome to the Shivering Isles. Where Sheogorath, the mad god, rules." He says, a chuckle in his voice.
(( Big reveal! Everything was NOT as it seemed. I don't have Sheogorath planned as an enemy of the group, maybe a weird ally? ))
((Big no. Any character that wants to not be an enemy of this group has to 1: not harm innocent civilians and 2: get over their god complex. 3: Not being a demonic being is a big help too. 4: Also, not butting in on the plotline with an allegedly unkillable character makes a strong case.))
Erk's answer to this superficial display of power?
A single critical bolt of Thoron, fired at blinding speed. Serra assisted Erk with the cast, increasing its power. "I'm afraid we don't consort with arrogant murderers. I've fought foes that are stronger than you while they were weakened, and yet you, ignorant as you are, still see fit to belittle us while showing off more minor parlor tricks and taking innocent lives. Well, no more of that. I really see no reason to spare your life."
"Yeah! Begone, you sack of pegasus crap!" Serra pointed her staff at Sheogorath in defiance.
"Pshaw! Y'all are gonna leave me outta this?"
None other than Dell Conagher, the BLU Engineer, blasted a big hole in the wall with a Wrangled Level 3 Sentry Gun. "Son, folk round these parts done got tired of you killin' em for no reason. But they didn't want to go to the assassins round these parts- some kinda brotherhood or some other- 'cause let's face it, they can't even kill ya!" Engie grinned. "Now, me... I'm a bit smarter 'n they are. And better armed, too- look at this number right here. An' I'll work for a good price... ooh, free chicken!"
Engie went to work shooting the chickens out of the sky with his Sentry Gun and the Wrangler. "Y'all distract this sonuva[censored] while I take down all his chickens. An' don't worry 'bout a thing- this all's Mann Co. gear, his magic is too darn piddly to change its form!"
"Understood!" Rick rocket-jumped into the air, while Erk and Serra ran off to the side. Erk unleashed a blast of Bolganone under Sheogorath's feet while Rick came in from above, swinging his Frying Pan. Engie continued countering Sheogorath's attacks with liberal application of Sentry bullets.
((You mind if I make some (good) modifications to your Sentry?))
--Tamriel--
All of a sudden, the masked woman appeared out of nowhere and looked down the pit, seemingly not being pulled at all. "Yep," she said, "It's definitely getting bigger all right. Go out and warn any people nearby about it, I'll do what I can to get rid of it." She then wafted her arm which made the man float in the air and landed outside of the sink hole and ran off towards where everyone is fighting.
((Aww, heck yes! Ah'd love a nice upgrade!
Waiting on Malk and Sono.))
((Trust me, you'll know a demonic being when you see one. Also, I remember you just flat out attacking him when all he did at first was change someone into a chicken.
Assuming you're all closer to Sheogorath, Asura is some yards behind them.))
"Ugh, you guys-" Asura stopped, looking upward. A giant boulder came flying towards him and the Engineer. He rears his fist back, and punches it, splitting it in half. A figure comes from the middle and locks his fist with Asura's. Asura attempts to slug him, but the figure jumps back, completely unharmed. Both halves crash beside them, temorarily blocking the Engineer's view.
As the smoke cleares, the figure is revealed to be a middle-age man with tanned skin, a bed of wild white hair that fades to black, and jade green eyes with no pupils. He's clad in oriental styled clothing similar in appearance to Asura: a gray kimono-esque open coat with a green dragon pattern, a green undershirt, white baggy training pants (like Goku's), and black geta sandals with white socks. Among the spikes on his head, he has two curved horns above the ears, symbolizing his status as a devil. "We've finally found you," the man grins, "Wrath."
"Master?!" Asura has a mix of shock and growing anger on his face. "What the hell are you doing here?" Looking behind him, Asura sees a boy eating a pork bun. He wears a yellow t-shirt, a white jacket, grey jeans with yellow stripes down the sides, and black shoes with a yellow lightning bolt on each shoe. His hair is straight, white that fades to black as well, displaying his horns on top.
"Hey Asura." He waves, and Asura's expression softens.
"Hey Shiki." Asura waves back.
((Err, no. No attack was aimed at Sheogorath until after Sheogorath tried to blow the guy's brains out the first time (Erk blocked that, but the intent was clear); the most that was done was Rick's rocket jump to find the culprit, and Serra's Restore Staff.
Waiting on Malk.))
(( Doctor, you forgot your subject line spam. XP ))
Sheogorath parries the attacks with Wabbajack, and let's out a bellow. A force field separates him and the other combatants.
"I have friends, TOO!" He yells. He conjures up a portal behind him, and a horde of Dremora appear.
((Whoops. Well, you forgot to make Sheogorath react to (critical) Thoron and Bolganone, so fair's fair. (Actually, it's not. Unless I can take your lack of a dodge as a successful hit?)))
Engie watched the new guys come in. "Hey, thanks," he said to Asura. "Y'all need ammo, just head on over to my dispenser."
Erk cracked a smile. "Oh, yes. Those. Hmm. Looks more like an army. Have you ever put your life on the line for any of them? Oh, what am I asking... of course you haven't. And... my, my. You're not even addressing anything else I've said, you arrogant twit."
"Erk... we'd better get behind the giant gun." Serra was backing up, while Rick was flying over their heads after blocking Sheogorath's parry and rocket-jumping out of there.
"Of course. I suppose I've bandied enough words with this fiend." Erk and Serra followed Rick, waiting next to Engie's dispenser. "So, these guys... look like demons?!"
"Greeeeat. First Captain Crazy over there, now them. What a perfect time for my tome to be in..." Serra looked at her Shine tome. "Perfect... condition..."
"Yep! That all's what my dispenser does- it fixes stuff and resupplies ammo and energy!"
"Oh, yes." Serra grinned. "Oh, yes. Whoever attacks US will be in for a really bad day."
"The Rescue Staff and Warp Staff, too..." Erk smiled. "We can fire our most powerful weaponry with impunity. Sheogorath won't know what hit him. But first..." Erk pointed at Asura's 'master'. "The beautiful lady here..."
"Aww, gee, Erk..."
"...can probably strike you for triple damage with divine light. I would refrain from attacking the giant gun- or anyone on our side- for this reason alone." Erk looked at the giant gun. "As if the gun itself wasn't reason enough..." Erk hardly expected the monster to listen to him. But at least he'd have been warned.
Rick, meanwhile, was looking at the Dremora. "Look at all those moving targets."
"Heh heh heh! So, ol' Mr. Crazy over there thinks a lotta little lo-tech flunkies can stop me?" For a moment, any amiability faded from Engie's voice as he said coldly, "It's the last thing he'll do. I hope he tries to take on my Sentry."
"Let's do some damage! YEEEAAAAAH!" Rick lifted his Rocket Launcher. "BRING IT ON!"
"YEEEEE-HAAAAAAW!"
The man had then happened to catch up with everyone and groaned when he saw everything, but he wasn't groaning at the army, but the sentry. "Ugh, you call that a sentry?" he said, "Let me show you how it's done..." The man then started modifying the sentry, but nothing he was doing could be seen due to a big cloud of dust. It took about 20 seconds and then the dust faded, and the man was standing there next to a bigger/tougher looking sentry, he also had a toolbox (belonged to the man) which he put in his cloak. "There you go," said the man, "Now with a laser system, razor launchers, close range spinning blades, anti-zap and hack system, a walking mode, and more, such as more rockets." The man sighed, "I'm not even suppost to be doing this right now, I should be telling you to evacuate this world, better, this universe."
Master Akuma looked at the army of Dremora, clearly ignoring Erk's warning and Serra's (quote on quote) beauty. "An army, eh?" He grabs Asura and Shiki by their heads, violently rubbing their hair. "Well boys, looks like we're gonna have our hands full with This One!" The boys rolled their eyes as he let them go.
Shiki pulled a giant mallet hammer off his back. "Just like old times?"
Asura removed his katanas. "Just like old times."
Akuma stood in a martial arts stance. "You kids and your weapons." He then roared, barring two rows of sharp fangs as his eyes glowed green.
"What the-" Erk shook his head. "Just walked right past us. For once, a little respect would be nice..."
"I don't know about them." Serra shook her head. "I'm expecting them to try to trick us any minute now."
"Well, as long as they're fighting Sheogorath..." Erk didn't trust Asura's group at all. He knew what the false promises of devils did to people... he'd seen the crimes of the Dark Druid Nergal firsthand. But Sheogorath was a fiend, as well; as long as they fought each other, there was no reason to fight them.
Meanwhile, Engie raised his eyebrows at the new guy. "Now listen here! This is... wait, what in Sam Hill are ya doin'? Keep your hands off..." Engie stopped, looking at the massive blue metal behemoth before him.
"It's... it's beautiful." This was incredible. "I'm... reverse engineering this thing, next chance I get."
"UNNECESSARY." A slot in the side of the Sentry ejected a few blueprints. "I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF PRINTING OUT MY BLUEPRINTS, SIR."
"Well. It talks. Err, you talk! Uh, you don't mind me directin' you with this here joystick, right?"
"NOT AT ALL. NAME YOUR TARGET."
"Wait a minute. We should be leaving this universe?" Erk asked the new guy. "Why? What's happening to this universe?"
"Crazy is my business!" Sheogorath says, poking the katana. The katana flashes purple for a moment, and a giant smiley face appears along the blade.
"That looks more happy!" He says cheerfully, poking the sword downward.
"Eh, f*** it." Sheogorath curses, lifting Asura off the ground with some mystical force. He moves him a few feet away, then drops him roughly.
"My, my what an impudent little truffle. Are truffles impudent? Indecisive? Indirect?" Sheogorath turns his back to them, and begins to mutter to himself.
"Not a truffle! A biscuit. Impudent biscuit, THAT'S what I meant to say." He points the Wabbajack at the boy, and the ground below him becomes cow dung.
"Now he's a SMELLY little truffle. Biscuit. Thing."