((Mr. Pipipipipi, you're getting a call from a Mister Spacebar.))
A new kind of roleplaying game
((I almost forgot about this!!!))
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Near the bloody castle that had been built earlier in the story(and I didn't read the new pages that were made except for the last one), a warrior was being risen from the depths of his grave. Now, this warrior was a PROFESSIONAL DODGER.
Meanwhile in the same place, a different warrior was being created.
This warrior could use everything he wanted.
He was the tank of the army of the dead.
That warrior?
Me.
Player stats:
NAME: Ultra Flame
ATK: 100
Max MP: Infinite
Magic Damage: 100
MDEF: 1000
PDEF: 1000
WEAK POINT: No weak point.
KILL TIP: No kill tip, 1, the undead army doesn't want the tank to die, 2, the tank is friendly, and will only attack when provoked.
OFFICIAL TITLE: Elite Warlord of the Ultra Legion.
Ultra Flame(who is me) was walking out in the gardens of the dead, doing my basic job for the day, picking the big fruits(this undead castle is like a normal house, except for how it was built) for the fruit sellers.
I knew the drill: pick the pumpkins, watermelons, and other big fruits that are ready to eat, not the fruits that aren't ripe or are still growing.
When I was finished, I saw a man in the distance.
He had a sword and was near the graveyard, so I thought that he was going in to murder the dead in their rest before their new life, so I immediately shot a missile at him from a distance.
He dodged it instantly.
I suddenly knew him, for he went closer to me, flipped over the fence, and deflected the next missile I fired with my chain gun-rocket launcher prototype.
It was the warrior that dodged easily that was being risen from the grave.
But behind him came trouble.
BIG trouble.
Trouble that would destroy the whole town if I let them in.
Human soldiers.
I immediately fired multiple times, but they dodged it all.
I waited until they were close.
By this time the fruits were ripening like the crap.
Well, except for the ones in my picking container that was enchanted so that fruits wouldn't ripen there.
When they got close enough for melee, I slashed them into two with my sword, only to find out that they were foam.
I just barely shot the scout that was watching as he ran, but the explosion killed him.
Now, I then on knew what was foam and what was real.
Even without cutting a slit in it.
Then I saw someone
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--Undead Castle--
However, it seemed in the other direction there were somethings, seemingly forming out of nowhere. The ground the somethings stood on was completely black, with a whole lot of specks of purple
--Tamriel--
However, the attacks seemingly went right through the beasts, and even stranger that the beasts kept on roaring and screaming on them with threats. The man put his hand through one of them and said, "It's a illusion, but why?" His question was soon (somewhat) answered as a set of razor sharp (real cards that can cut your throat) flew towards everyone through the illusions.
--Hidden Palace Zone (jk)--
Fancy Pants seemingly ignored the portal and continued to run until he flew out the door (or window) and onto safe land, unforunatly on Rick, which he didn't mean to do
"Duck!" Erk, Serra, and Engie quickly hit the ground. The Super Sentry took what cards came at him with minimal damage. Rick, in surprise at suddenly having Fancy Pants on his head, fell over backward.
Some of the cards still hit the team. The Space Sphere shrugged off the damage (those Personality Cores are pretty sturdy), but Erk, Serra, Engie, and Rick were cut in multiple places. Rick took some cards as well, but in addition to being a Personality Core, his Gray Corp. Robotic Soldiery Chassis was no slouch when it came to defense.
"Urgh... Serra... are you..." Erk struggled to get up.
"Right... here." Serra used her Mend Staff on Erk, while Erk reciprocated with his Heal Staff on Serra. The damage wasn't completely healed, so they followed Engie to his Dispenser.
"Dagnabbit... they done near got my dispenser." Engie gave the Dispenser a few whacks with a wrench, fixing it, before turning to Rick, who was standing up, and his Super Sentry. "Y'all need a fix?"
"I TOOK VERY LITTLE DAMAGE, SIR. SEARCHING FOR TARGETS..."
"Yeah, no worries, hard hat. I'm good."
"Space space wanna go to space. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey-"
"Hey, look, we all get it. Space. Now can you shut up while we fight?"
"Spaaace..."
Erk shrugged, wincing as he yanked a loose card out of his shoulder. "He might make... a decent distraction. Urgh...." Erk was in poor condition; Serra's condition was even worse, since Erk's Heal Staff was not as effective at healing her as her Mend Staff was at healing him. Fortunately, the Dispenser was slowly healing the damage. Engie (who had also taken a beating, but had been close to the Dispenser) and Super Sentry began searching for the culprit.
However, all that was found was a simple black top hat, which Fancy Pants ran towards to put on
Shiki merely jumped around the area, dodging all but a few cards. "What's this about a distraction? Distracting who?" He picked a card out that was stuck in his check, and the wound healed itself, then continued munching on his bun.
Akuma and Asura dug their hands into the walls, stopping their fall. "Illusions! Whatever made them probably wouldn't like having guests, huh?"
"Well why don't we just pay him a visit?" They let go, falling into a strange, distorted area.
--???--
No light at all shined in the area, so they were completely unable to see (unless they had night vision or a flashlight or something)
Asura's hand started blazing. He held it up in the air for them to see.
"Now This is Something!" Akuma grinned.
They seemed to be in the backstage of a theater, but why?
"What the hell?" Asura looks around the theater they're in. His eyes land on several prop skeletons set up to appear as if they're dancing. Among them, two real skeletons are actually dancing.
"Must be the natives." Akuma walks over to them. "Where are we, good sirs?"
There was also a cage on the other side holding a giant and very angry rabbit, along with a top hat to his side
All four skeletons (even the ones that are fake) stop dancing and lookat Akuma and spoke in union, "You are in danger, young man. Run while you can, before the great Matt gets you in his hat." When they finished, smoke rose everywhere, blinding them, and what seemed like a bag swooshed towards Asura.
((Wait, what kind of bag? Like plastic or a satchel?))
((No, it's actually a hat that can fit a planet inside, yet it doesn't look that big. It's right now widened to get Asura in and invincible to attacks, it can be dodged of course
"Oh, for heaven's sake. They just jumped in?!"
"Space!"
Serra shook her head. "What the heck does space have to do with... ANYTHING?!"
"Hmmm." Erk stared at whatever the heck Asura's team had jumped into. "If only we knew if it was safe to jump."
"I got a plan." Rick shot a portal through whatever Asura jumped through. "Aaaaaaand portal! I got a portal over there, so here's another one for us!" Rick shot another portal at a nearby cliffside. "Okay, what have we got..."
"Lotsa smoke in here... I'm makin' out something. Looks like a rabbit. That's throwing a top hat right on at Asura's team."
"Hey hey hey, let's go to space."
"That is the darnedest thing..." Erk decided not to waste time finishing the sentence, and shot Rexcalibur through the area in an attempt to blow away the smoke. "Serra, you're OK, correct?"
"Oh, I'm fine now."
"Space."
Rick moved through the portal, and shouted, "Quick! What's the situation?!"
Serra and Erk ran through after him, with the Super Sentry looking through the portal. "BAD[censored]: I MAY FIRE WHEN READY."
"Fire space. Fire a space laser. In space."
"ANNOYED: NO."
The smoke cleared away before the hat nears Asura. He jumps out of the way, his fire going off. In the pitch black that ensues, a white figure is seen in the corner before Asura reignites his fire.
The white figure simply ran off somewhere. Apon the smoke clearing, there were strange forces at hand. Instead of being backstage like before, they were onstage. The audience seemed to consist of strange creatures that don't even exist. Spotlights shined onto the stage and rotated round and round as the announcer announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am please to announce the greatest magican ever so I don't need to announce his name!" Smoke appeared on the other side of the stage, which cleared quickly to reveal a middle-aged man in magican clothes. The man smiled, and threw razor-sharp cards at them
Akuma raised a wall of stone from his arms, blocking the cards from reaching the group. "I dunno. I kinda like this guy already!" Shiki stepped through the portal. "Fashionably late, eh Glutton?"
Asura snapped back at him. "Quit calling us by our Sin Affinity! Unless you want us to call you Greed!"
"Wrath, I could care less what you call me, as long as I know you're adressing me." He left the wall in case the magician guy sent any more cards.
Asura jumped atop the wall and sent several flaming missiles at the magician.
(( Hrrrrmmmmm. Who to play... who to play indeed. ))
A faint sound echoes from underneath a pile of rubble, only loud enough for Serra to hear, due to her natural affinity for divine magic and helping people.
It sounds like: "Help me... unit...dead... bleeding." A feeble cry... well, cried.
((Funny thing is that there isn't any stone here anywhere for someone to make a wall out the ground made of it or for someone to be trapped under rubble
This thread is dying))
--Some magical theater--
The magican simply grabbed his hat and put it in front of him so in went the flaming missiles. The flaming missiles came right back out flying towards everyone. He afterwards reached into his sleeve and pulled out a really long rainbow fabric which worked as a whip.
--Surface--
Fancy Pants, was however going too fast, and instead tripped over the hat and into the hole, falling into the theather.
The man just stood there, face-palming. They were going into some hole in the ground to explore or fight whoever attacked them while this dimention was being destroyed. He just walked off.
--Same magical theater--
Fancy Pants fell from the sky, and landed past the stone wall. "More challengers? Gosh, I'm going to get a whole lot of money," said the magician. He whipped his whip at Fancy Pants, who deflected it with his pencil-sword.
((Hmm, is that so... let's just say a wizard did it and move on.))
--Theater (Theatre? Both spellings are technically valid.)--
"All right, let's show this guy who's boss! Oh, son of a-" Rick was interrupted by taking a missile to the face; he retreated to Engie's quickly-reassembling dispenser. "Man, you know what I hate? Fire. I hate when I get hit by a missile and catch on fire."
Engie grinned as his Super Sentry shot down the rest of the missiles that were a threat. "Y'all are gonna be awful sick of me when I'm done, magic man. Sentry, go to town."
"AFFIRMATIVE." Super Sentry aimed his laser cannon at the magician, putting up flamethrowers in an attempt to block any attacks from the whip. "CHARGING LASER."
"Huh? Hey, Erk... did you hear something? Under that rubble."
"No... wait. Something about it looks funny... one moment." Erk used Rexcalibur to blow away the top of the rubble, while Serra, spotting someone under it, aimed Physic right at the person.
Space Core contributed in the manner he deemed most important. He shouted, "SPACE POWER! Get up! Space is depending on you, dude! Space!"
"Space Core? Nobody cares."
--Directly outside the theater--
"Well..." The Merchant Profiteur let out a sinister chuckle under his breath. "Zese events have taken a strange turn, no? Perfect. Grunt! The music, if you please!"
With the theme of many an Eternian officer, complete monster, honorable foe, pop singer, or other villain playing, Profiteur began a monologue. "Well, zen! You two grunts will keep me protected from back-stabbing robots. Zat's your job."
Two Merchantry thugs saluted in response. "Yes sir!"
"Good. Back to my monologue. Without ze Duchy bothering me, I can amass a massive fortune in all ze most deliciously illegal ways. Zat's where ze fine ladies and gentlemen come in..." Profiteur turned toward the fourth wall. "Ah, but why should I tell all zat to you right now? You get to figure it all out as I go!"
"Sir, who are you talking to?"
"Ahem." Profiteur cleared his throat. "None of your business. Just a little fourth-wall breakiAAAAAH!"
This shout was in response to a stray flaming missile soaring over his head. "AAAAAAH! ZAT THING ALMOST KILLED ME! We're WAITING OUTSIDE UNTIL ZIS FIGHT IS OVER!"
Profiteur glared one last time at the fourth wall. "You zere. In front of the screen. Shush."
The figure under the rubble moaned, as Erik's aim was less than true, smashing rubble off, but also blasting him back a few feet. The figure is wearing battered fatigues, and a parachute is spread around him. An assault weapon lies next to him.
He moans, and looks down, as he realizes a small piece of rebar is impaled through his thigh, pinning him to the ground.
"A little -ngh- help here?"
Upon further inspection, the rubble is actually a piece of a modern office building, probably there from when Swag God caused the anomaly between universes.
((Useing a laser on the magican will probably not end well))
--Somewhere outside the Theater (far enough from Profiteur)--
A girl and a firefly walk out of a dimentional rift, very confused.
"This is strange. Where has the world disappeared to?" asked the firefly.
"The portal must have shown us a new realm!" assumed the girl.
"But where are we? What have we gone through?" asked the firefly.
"I don't know, but hopefully we don't get overwhelmed," said the girl.
"Wait! The portal is closing! We must go back before it gets shut," said the firefly.
The firefly motioned towards the rift, but it was already closed.
"Well, I guess we're stuck," said the firefly.
So the girl and the firefly set off towards the theather, looking for a way back to their dimension.
"Hey, bro." Rick gave the Engie a poke. "That thing just ate missiles. Super Sentry may wanna lay off the-"
BZZZZZT! The laser fired at the ceiling, as if at the last second. This caused an unsettling rumble. "RELIEVED: GOOD CALL. APOLOGETIC: I AM SORRY THAT I HAVE NOT PERFECTED MY THREAT ASSESSMENTS. I WILL DO BETTER IN THE FUTURE."
"Doggone it! Better be careful not to drop this ceilin' on my head..." Engie brandished his Wrench. "Let's do this Texas Style. Y'all magical types stay back, now!" Engie moved to assist Fancy Pants directly, while Rick used a Rocket Jump to try and sail over the magician's head before a Frying Pan strike.
"Another infernal thing blocking our magic. I really should take up swordsmanship." Then Erk looked at the military type stuck there with the rebar in his leg, grimacing at the sight of the wound. "That... doesn't look good."
"Ha, that? That's nothing!" Serra lifted her Mend staff... then stopped for a second. "Hold on, we've gotta get that bar out of there..." Placing her staff on her back, Serra yanked at the rebar stuck in the Sergeant's leg. "It's stuck deep in the ground! Erk, help me out here!"
"All right, I'm coming." Erk and Serra pulled the rebar out of the ground. "My apologies. I didn't expect Rexcalibur to fly so wild."
"Here you go!" Serra lifted her Mend staff and applied it to the Sergeant's leg. "That oughta do it!"
Space Core said something about space.
"Gah!" The figure cries as the spike is ripped out of his thigh. It immediately begins gushing blood. He winces as Mend stings a little bit, then lets out a moan of pleasure as the wound heals itself.
"Pleased to meet you," He said as he unclips his parachute. "My name is James. James Ross."
((I am bad at rhyming as you can probably tell))
--Theather--
The magican flung his cape in front of him and disappeared into thin air, however a rainbow colored fabric whip came down from above the stage and wrapped around Rick's frying pan and tugged at it.
--Where ever--
They both flew, and yes, the girl flew, towards the theather, when suddenly they notice the giant expanding sinkhole.
Dialoge coming soon, probably going to be bad at rhyming it though like I said earlier
--Theater--
"Get your hands off my pan, bro!" Rick tugged at the pan, trying to break it free.
"Sentry! Can y'all get that?"
"AFFIRMATIVE. BLADE LAUNCHER ACTIVE." The Super Sentry, with some effort, flung one of its saw blades at the rope at a high speed.
--Still in the Theater--
Erk said, "I'm sorry about our treatment. I'm a mage, not a doctor. And Serra's used to-"
"Used to what, Erk?"
"Nothing."
"That's right. Anyway, pleased to meet you, Sergeant. I'm Erk of Etruria, and this is Serra of Ostia. We've been looking for a way back to our home... which, we're assuming, is in another world."
"Right, we should probably give them some aid... where'd that guy go?!"
"The whip! It's trying to steal Rick's pan. Perhaps he's on the other end?"
"Only one way to find out. How would we get up there..."
--Outside the Theater--
"Pfft. Zis is taking too long. At zis rate, I may just knock over the building." After a second, Profiteur added, "And zen take all ze rubble and sell it for a ton of money!"
"Sir, there's someone up there." One of his guards whispered, "A... flying girl. And some kind of.... small flying thing."
"AAACK! It isn't z-z-ze Vestal?!"
"No, sir. Not her. And I don't think it's anything to do with that failed 'Selling-the-Grineer-rocket-fuel' gambit, either..."
Profiteur sighed, relieved. "All right." Profiteur whispered to his henchmen out of earshot, "I hope she's a sucker like everyone else."
Ross shakes hands with Erk and Serra, respectively. He then picks up his gun, and takes off his thick overcoat, revealing a muscular (if a little scarred) physique.
Looking at Serra, he blushes slightly. "It was made for the winter in Anchorage." He said quietly. "I was there to liberate it from the Commies... and this weird thing opened up. And it's reeeeally hot in here." He said the last part on an afterthought, as the temperature in the theatre steadily rised.
"Sounds like... almost.... GET DOWN" He yelled, leaping forward and dragging Erk and Serra into cover. "ROGUE GUTSY!"
A mister Gutsy combat drone then floated in, and began systematically blasting the theatre apart with plasma weaponry.
"TERMINATING THREAT"
((You just missed a chance to get the magican, assuming Rick is strong enough :( ))
--Above the stage--
"Oh, they think they're so smart, cutting my whip, well little do they know," said the magican, who pulled out another rainbow whip, "I have more tricks up my sleeve." He grabbed his hat and held it upside down, when he heard gunfire.
"Strange," said the magican, "I don't remember any of them having guns." The magican looked down at the rouge Gutsy. "Hooray!" he said, "More audiance! I know what they would like." The magican tapped his hat with his wand and shook it, a giant evil rabbit came out of the hat falling towards the rouge Gutsy.
--Theater--
Fancy Pants didn't seem alarmed at all by the rouge Gutsy, he ran towards it dodging the plasma and attacked it with his pencil.
--Outside the theather--
((I don't know why I'm hiding their names, so I'll just show a picture. On the left is Aurora (The girl.) On the right is Igniculus (The firefly)))
"What was that big sink hole?" asked Igniculus, "I saw it while we took a stroll."
"I'm not sure," Aurora said, "Perhaps it's trying to lure."
"Probably," said Igniculus, "And I don't think I am misunderstood. I can already tell it's not good."
"Perhaps we should leave the Vivacity?" said Aurora.
"We really should," said Igniculus.
So both of them flew away from the sink hole, towards the theather
--Outside the Theater--
"No..." Profiteur shook his head. "Not sure why I was worried. Zat is definitely not ze Vestal. Well, back to watching zem waste time..."
--The Theater--
"What the-" Erk found himself immediately muffled by both Serra and Ross covering him from whatever the heck just tried to kill them.
Serra wasn't entirely stifled. "Think you're so tough? BE-FREAKIN-GONE! SHIIIIIIINE!" Serra unleashed Shine, firing a blast of holy light directly at the Gutsy drone.
"Rick! Looky here, free metal!" Engie began sidestepping the plasma blasts, almost casually.
"Man, we can't get close to that thing! It's got the lasers!"
"Good point..." Engie looked down at his feet. Space Core was just rolling along.
"Space. Uhh, space! Space! I'm the Spaceborn! As foretold. In space. Dad, I'm in space. I'm proud of you, son. Dad, are you space? Yes. Now we are a family again."
"Right. If that bunny don't deal with him... Rick, can you shoot this little feller outta your rocket launcher?"
Super Sentry, meanwhile, watched the ceiling expectantly, doing what it could to minimize damage.
--Kurduhm, Outskirts--
Severa carefully lifted her head from behind a bush. "Ugh! What was THAT all about?!"
"That's easy, minion! They said we're criminals and murderers." Claptrap was standing at his full height, which was about as high as Severa was standing.
"One, we haven't done anything to them. Two, stop calling me minion, shorty."
"Well, I guess that French guy was right!" Claptrap looked back in Kurduhm's direction (though, since he was behind a bush, he couldn't actually see Kurduhm). "The soldiers in that mountain city were insane and did try to kill us on sight."
"French? What does French mean anyway?"
"Well, you see- DUCK, MINION!"
Severa lowered her head back behind the bush, and not a moment too soon; an arrow whizzed above her head and buried itself. She mouthed a grudging "Thanks."
"No problem! Now let's run before we're made into pincushions, minion!"
"WILL YOU STOP CALLING ME THAT?!"
"Mistah gutsy!" The robot cried in it's bizarre robotic voice, as it whirred like mad and flung itself at the trio, guns a blazin'.
Ross ducks behind some destroyed wall, a product of Mister Gutsy's destructive rampage. He opens up on the Mister Gutsy, and a few bullets ping off of it. It staggers at Shine, but it is obvious that conventional assaults would do better against it.
In response, it levels the entire cover of the team, and begins systematically firing at the trio.
And it does nothing about the giant rabbit about to squish it or the attack of the pencil? Ooooook...
--Theather--
The giant rabbit lands on the Mister Gutsy, crushing it, it then proceeds to jump up and down on it.
Fancy pants stops to watch it jump.
(( PI! YOU HAVE COMMITTED THE VILE SIN OF GODMODDING! ))
However, Mister Gutsy is not so easily crushed. It fires all it's weapons... straight up the rabbit's rectum. Ross can't help himself but laugh.
((I gave you at least a hour to dodge the attack and also mentioned to you that you needed to make a response to my attacks otherwise I'll assume they hit, if you had some problems and couldn't post here, you could have told me you couldn't when I told you that you needed to respond to my attack, I don't see why you would have a problem though because you were posting all over the forums. I told you, you didn't post, and I know you saw that I told you. You could have dodged, I gave you a chance, but you didn't
Btw, you broke the rules of this RP too))
The rabbit died and fell onto the Mister Gutsy. "Darn it," said the magican above, "I wonder if they will like this trick..."
All of a sudden, whips and razor cards came flying at the Mister Gutsy, probably doing absolutly nothing to him.
Fancy Pants rushed behind shelter
((An hour isn't nearly enough time. I would say a week is a stretch.
Severa (default hair color; this changes in Severa's game depending on who her mother Cordelia ends up married to) and Claptrap (who doesn't change at all, minion!) for reference.))
--Theater--
"Hold on a second." Erk whispered, "That thing is fighting the magician. ...Why are we fighting the magician?"
"I... don't know."
Engie and Rick approached them, with the Space Core loaded in the Rocket Launcher. Rick said, "Hey, Sarge. This isn't enough of an adventure- that magician ain't attacking us."
"Yeah, I figure we oughta mosey on outta here while magic-man is a-fightin' this here robot. Free metal can wait."
"Hmm. All right. I'll see what we can do about making a quiet exit. Failing that... this place doesn't look like it'll hold up well to having its supports burned out." Erk began quietly backing up, beckoning to Fancy Pants.
--Outside the Theater--
Profiteur checked the watch under his sleeve. "What's taking zem so long... yaaaaaaaaaaaawn..."
--Kurduhm, Outskirts--
"Pick up the pace, shorty!"
"You got it, minion!" Claptrap overclocked his motor, rolling along at a slightly faster pace.
"I said pick it up, not poke it! And what did I tell you about-" Severa stopped talking for a moment to dodge an arrow before continuing, "-calling me minion?!"
Claptrap decided to ignore her, rolling to the side to dodge an arrow. "So, whaddaya think? You think French Monopoly Guy is telling the truth?"
"You mean Profiteur, right?" Severa glared. "Yeah, I think he's pretty freaking correct. Oh, would you look at that..."
"What?"
"No arrows for five seconds. Maybe they stopped being jerks."
Claptrap turned around, rolling backwards. "Huh! No more archers! ...What the heck is that thing? It's coming in fast from our 10:00! Well, more like your 4:00..."
In fifteen seconds, one of the most powerful mythical monsters with grafted Accelgor DNA that gave it super speed to ever defend a city while using arm mounted shoulder cannons was clearly visible. The Cyborganic Turbo-Minotaur, running at the ridiculous speed of 35mph (faster than any Minotaur in recorded history!) closed the distance with Severa and Claptrap, and had Severa not stopped running, she'd have taken serious damage from his jet hammer.
"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT THING?!"
"Whatever it is..." Severa glared at it, drawing a Silver Sword, and snapped, "It's bothering me."
"Wow! That actually sounded bad[bleep]!" Claptrap lifted a Torgue-make Rocket Launcher. "That thing ran fast. But it can't outrun ALL my rockets!"
"PREPARE TO DIE FOR YOUR COUNTRY, COMMUNISTS" Mister Gutsy yells as it flies out of the rabbit, straight at the magician. Ross grabs it as it flies, and hops onto it's shoulders. He tears off a head panel, and shoots at the vulnerable circuits inside. The Mister Gutsy comes crashing down next to Erk. (dangerously close, actually)
--Theather--
"WAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the magican yelled as he jumped back from the attack, "How dare they do that! I guess I'll just have to try again." The magican started more whipping and throwing razor-sharp cards at the Mistur Gutsy, being careful not to hit Ross in the process.
Fancy Pants jumped in front of it and started attacking with quick strikes of the pencil.
--Outside the Theater--
"Any sign of civilization?" asked Aurora.
"Nothing but abandon stations," said Igniculus.
At this point they were pretty close to where the theater was, (While still high in the air) and noticed Profiteur and his minions on the ground.
"Who is that over there?" asked Igniculus.
"I hope it's not a bear," said Aurora.
--Kurdumn, Outskirts--
Up on some random cliff above them, (Assuming there is one) some shouting came down, the voice of the person doing the shouting would probably sound fimiliar to Severa.
"Beware! My name will soon strike fear int-" shouted the person, followed by a small thud, "My name will soon strike fear into your heart, as I am the hero Cynthia!"
Cynthia charged directly at the Cyber-Minotaur on her Pegasus with a Steel Lance in hand.
((I really hope i can join in and im not too late))
--Kurdumm, outskirts--
Jet black clouds started to form behind Cynthia waring a storm was close by. The clouds where joined by the sound of Techno music? Seconds after a body started falling from the black clouds and when it fell caused a huge crater in the ground. Out of the crater rose a human male.
"SHIT! That really HURT!"
He looks around at the current state of things
"A warrior a Pegasus and a cyber-minotaur... hmmm. Looks like fun! Enter Sonus!"
Stats:
Power: Complete dominion over sound
HP: can take one hell of a beating
ATK: like an atom bomb going off when using his powers to aid him fight and if hes not using his powers hes still no pushover
SP,ATK: like two going off
SP,DEF: this is where he lacks but still not bad... its just not great
P,DEF: can take a few 1000 punches from the ordinary man and still walk
Weakness: can never really go all out in a fight unless his life is on the line or you insult foenum (but thats not to say that when hes not trying hes weak)
Tips and tricks: No1 NEVER and i mean NEVER insult foenum even if your joking or its indirect your life will end then and there. No2 he is really insane... some times it doesn't show but other times you wonder why your with him at that moment. No3 keep an eye on him, his motives are never clear. No4 Yes having complete dominion over sound means COMPLETE dominion, if you want to know what that means ask him :P. No5 he always has on blue skull candy headphones that are always on and only play techno and classical music, when he fights hes uses his powers to up that sound coming out of the headphones so everyone in the general area can hear it (you know like a background theme to fight to)
"So Sonus what have you stumbled your self into this time?"
He walks to the minotaur and the warrior prepared to end them both if need be.
((Oh my goodness. Cynthia and Claptrap in the same place.))
--Theater--
CRASH! "WHAT IN ELIMINE'S NAME, oh, it's that."
"Well. Looks like it's dead." Serra pointed toward a door. "Is that the way out?"
"Most likely." Erk stepped back. "Let's see if that magician tries to chase us out. You!" Erk motioned for Fancy Pants to come. "This way."
--Outside the theater--
"Agh! I grow bored of zis!" Profiteur whacked open the door with his Orichalcum cane. "Hmm. Looks like zey're leaving!"
--Kurduhm, Outskirts--
Oh, geez, Severa thought, she already forgot what the combat triangle is. As much as Severa hated to admit it, though, Cynthia's prowess was nothing to sneeze at; her help would be appreciated.
The Turbo-Minotaur roared and charged Cynthia, though it was slowed down by a well-placed rocket from Claptrap. "Hey! You mess with my minions, you mess with me!"
"Do I have to keep correcting- ugh! Forget it!" Severa tried to time a swing with her sword so that it'd injure that Minotaur's leg.
"Well then" Sonus said to himself as we watched the three fight the minotaur.
He lifts up one hand and blasts a wave of sound at the minotaur knocking it off its feet
"hey i hope you dont mind me butting in" Sonus says as he walks into the battle
"Try not to slow me down" he says as he runs at the minotaur.
((Don't go godmoding randomly plz))
((Ok sorry can you plz tell me WTF godmoding is plz and how im god godmoding? I just want to know?))
((Follow the link Doctorspacebar put at the top of the page))
((I tryed but I just didn't understand it. Can you just give me a simple thing telling me what I did so I can fix it and not do it again
))
((A-O-got it.
"Godmodding" is making a character that is flat out overpowered. This depends on the roleplay. Yours appears to be fine.
"Power play" is the mistake newbies most often make. Power play is basically assuming things that may not be true; for example, aiming an attack at another's character and saying the attack connects. All kinds of things could happen to stop the attack; the target may dodge, block, or even parry the blow, or one of its allies may block the attack.
"Metagaming" is giving your characters knowledge they shouldn't normally have.
For example, suppose there are three characters, named Algrim, Barth, and Cid, all in different rooms. Now suppose that, while Cid is fast asleep, Algrim sneaks into Barth's room, and manages to kill him silently, then leaves Barth's room. It would be metagaming to have Cid wake up for no reason, run out his door, and throw a spear at Algrim.
Waiting on Pi and Biscuit in the Theater, and just on Pi outside Kurduhm.))
((Ok thank you, now Pi said that im godmodding but you said im not so is my character good or not, and if its not i would be more then happy to fix it... and the atom bomb thing was a bit of a over exaggeration. and i can see how i was power playing a little))
((What is so amazing about them being the the same place?))
--Outside the Theater--
"Perhaps we should ask?" said Igniculus.
"Yes, we should take on that task," said Aurora.
So Aurora and Igniculus went down to the ground behind Profiteur, unaware what was in the theather.
Excuse me sir," said Aurora with her crown, (I couldn't think of anything to fit in there that rhymes with town) "but do you know where I can find a town?"
--Inside the Theather--
Fancy Pants ran straight for the exit.
The magican saw the escaping crowd. "Oh no you don't," said the magican as he threw razor cards at everyone.
--Kurduhm, Outskirts--
Cynthia flew up into the air as she saw the Turbo-Minotaur rush towards her to where the Turbo-Minotaur couldn't reach her, and then switched to Short Spears which she threw down at the Turbo-Minotaur.
A claw mark appears in the air, a three fingered slash. More appear, and a hole is cut out of the air.
"A THOUSAND VOICES CRY OUT" A deranged voice screams, as armoured figures appear out of the portal. Adornments of Chaos hang across their armour, and the leader is armed with Lightning Claws. Bolters are brought to bear, as well as one Melta Gun. Within seconds, Erk, Serra, The Magician and Ross find themselves besieged by the Iron Warriors.
Across the theatre, the roof is all but destroyed, Drop Pods smash through it. The Imperial Fists emerge from the Drop Pods. More Drop Pods for either side begin falling from orbit, as Chaos and Imperial ships drop their payloads upon the Earth.
"Colchis belongs to the IMPERIUM!" An Imperial cries, as the two sides begin to fire their lethal weapons...
"GET DOWN" Ross hisses, and flings himself down. All across the planet that they were on, similar battles were raging. For whatever reason, the Theatre was on top of an Imperial planet.
((So let me get this straight, you are basicly saying the planet Skyrim is on is a Imperial Planet, the planet full of dragons and people who shout Fus da Rah?))
((Of course you can be weird in this thread. Just keep it within the rules! (That is, don't do anything this page warns you about on purpose.
Still waiting on Pi. We'll just ignore that Vigil of Stendar.))