Legemeton
Junior Member
57 posts 
Race: [BoN] Demon
Power Level: 52,000
Zeni: 17,000
Training Points: 12
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Light Training Weights.
Transformations: Chaos Unbound [x5]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Legemeton on May 16, 2019 1:01:16 GMT
Silica would still eye the book suspiciously as the girl, who introduced herself as Silvia, spoke of it. Claiming there was no substantial negatives to its use. This was a fact that Silica and Legemeton found very, very difficult to believe. Every magical item she had seen or learned of as described by Legemeton carried more a cost than this Silvia was letting off about this book. Shrugging off the skeptic inside of herself for a moment, Silica would continue to listen to the blue haired girl talk, that was until she prompted for Silica or the new arrival... Star was it? To ask the book a question.
Silica would shake her head at this, taking steps to the other side of the room slowly. "No thank you, my own special friend is asking me to meet them somewhere else. I do thank you for the offer however.", Silica spoke softly with a smile towards Silvia as she stepped away. While it was very much possible that she could have learned all manner of things from the book, she would rather not take her chances. The young girl would spot a large door on the edge of the room, it sat and felt as if it has need been touched in the slightest... perhaps this was the way she wanted to go for some privacy.
She would open the door as slowly as she could manage, watching behind her to assure no one was following. One she was inside, she would scurry to the end of the adjacent room and close off her mind from the world. The tiny female Human would drop carelessly to the floor for a moment before her body erupted, blood painting the walls and bones exploding in all directions as Legemeton took over. His true form devouring the body of the young girl that played his host, pulling her remains inside of his core.
The gargantuan Demon would explore his surroundings, looking for the best means of both hiding himself and getting around the mansion in a speedy manner. More than anything a vent of some sort would have been fantastic. He would let his mass shrink some, reducing the gargantuan form into something more manageable should he find a passageway to crawl into. Legemeton had no interest in the murder at hand, rather he was more curious about this house and the huge variety of beings that seemed to inhabit it, all with quirks that tugged the Demon the wrong way.
If he was going to figure anything out, he would need to find a safe and fast way to get around the building while going unseen by all of those around him. His demonic energies flared about him, completely enveloping hte small Human within and for those that bothered to feel out the ki around them would only feel darkness and despair rising from his once monumental form and coursing from his very being. It was a rather comical dichotomy when comparing him to the innocent child that rests inside the beast.
Legemeton/Silica
Demon (BoN)
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WC: 509
TWC: 1,916 |
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Metal Sickle
Full Member
Currently living it hot in the Big Gete Star
138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on May 16, 2019 15:04:12 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
| ☒ | Ayumu Hope | | ✐ | 1 Power Level BS
1 Power Level W
1 PL Suppressed
1 PL Suppressed W
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Word Count: 858
Total Thread WC: 3372
Sickle's Voice: d10000
Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
Sickle's Ki Color G: 1200dd/ff27f6/00ddb1. |
| As all of the evidence would pile into Sickle's mind, every second ticking down as he mentally cycled through every instance he had received thus far. The heat being almost identical to that of natural burns, the words from Namorel, the lack of proper evidence... It all clicked the moment Sickle saw the words on his mirror, and it was all clear to him. At least, for the most part. His deduction was no longer sound, it wasn't due to a pyromaniac or from some sort of outside source...
It must be the house.
That was it! The house! Sickle had never even thought about that. Piecing all of the evidence together with casual coincidences only made more and more sense. The fact that weird food just seemed to come out of nowhere despite the attendants never arriving to refill Sickle's glass, the non-stop eating from his simian cohorts in the room, even the odd moving feeling he received from the mirror and walls. There was something magical for sure going on, but what if it wasn't to do with the magical nature of the house, but the status of it's living condition.
What if the house was a living creature.
Sickle would not notice as Namorel left his area and went to his corner to have a mental breakdown, or whatever it was that the green-skinned space aliens did when they went under psychosis. Sickle, on the other hand, was busy with his sleuthing and would simply look around at the hectic nature of the whole ballroom. Everyone was doing something different, no one was functioning was a collective and thus would not listen as he spoke with a loud voice, trying to gather the attention of everyone around him.
Finally, it seemed, he would snap slightly inside, his smirk becoming a grimace as he would rise to his feet, raising the human firearm in the air, pointing it towards the roof while his three-toed feet curled around the edges of the hover chair for grip, preventing him from falling, as he did not have the ability to fly.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LISTEN FOR A SECOND" He would snap, swaying the gun between people, those who he did and didn't know, before pointing it back up at the roof, making sure no one was within fighting distance from him, gliding on the chair away from the others into a corner of the ballroom that was vacated by everyone seldom a small table and chairs. "I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SAY AND I AM NOT LIKING THIS RECKLESS ABANDON THE WHOLE GAGGLE OF YOU KEEP SHOWING." He would finish yelling, before sliding the gun back into his bio-suit, hoping they would finally turn to him and listen. He noticed some of the attendants looking, which seemed good enough, but that aside he hoped someone would actually listen for once.
"Now that I have some of your attention, after some careful deduction it's become apparent that something is afoot that is trying to kill us. However, I do not believe it is a person. Much rather, I believe the house is trying to kill us." He would state, matter-of-a-factly and without any distress of cause to lie. "The body wasn't killed by someone with fire powers since the 'dampeners' would prevent that. I am not even powerful enough to use my claws, which says a lot about it, and most pyromancy is magic or ki based, thus making it impossible to use. Further more, the heat of the body is more akin to something like stomach acids, or the burning acids inside of one's body should you be a non-humanoid. I also hold some undisclosed evidence I just acquired that proves that whoever died may have been trying to speak to us, and the words claimed that the house is actually something mimicking a house and that it is digesting us inside of it. I can also assume that there are no actual Ki dampeners, but rather, we are unable to use our powers while inside of this creature. Potentially some kind of magical ability of the mimic in question that prevents the use of Ki or Magic in totality." he would say what he had attained thus far in his discovery, before dropping back down into his hover chair and floating up out of punching distance and up towards the roof of the mansion's ballroom, hoping to avoid the wrath of a saiyan with a gun pointed at their head. "To those who understand what I am getting at, we need to figure out more of it and see how we can get the hell out of here. The last thing I want to do is get involved in some kind of cannibal house. Especially after the orphanage..." He would quiver, before looking down at the civilians to notice one missing.
"Hey, has anyone seen the murder suspect lady? She appears to be missing now." He would question, rubbing his gem quizzically. "I could have sworn she was just right here... Legemeton as well. Well I'll be damned. Where the hell could they have gone off to?" |
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Sun-Star
Junior Member
66 posts 
Race: Bio-Android
Power Level: 58,000
Zeni: 15,000z
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Pre-workout Mix[10]
Blunt Weapon
Communication’s Earpiece
Medium Training Weights
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Transformations:
[x4 +x10] Superior Revealed
[Absorb +x10]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Sun-Star on May 17, 2019 1:33:11 GMT
Star had a moment’s pause, the superior glancing around her at the others in the building. It was a strange situation that they all found themselves in and unfortunately for the croc she was left alone with the strange blue haired human and her magical book. It was an intriguing thought that had caught her mind however and now that she was alone it seemed like she had had a stray thought that others perhaps hadn’t. Maybe they had and had already figured it out. Or that the detail of all this wasn’t important in the slightest. But with this strange place bringing so many people of power to this place only to leave them powerless and helpless here.
If I see him alive, sure. However I think I have a question or two for your book. The first of which being, who organised and brought all these people here?
Especially since this might actually turn out to be a death trap for them all, it was a strange thing that all of their stuff had been taken from them on the outset. Whomever had organised this had somehow known they woul- Then again it could also have just been a standard thing on Earth where folk weren’t the strongest without their weaponry. So by taking away the weapons and causing everyone to be so weak like this it’d even the playing field.
Secondly, why is there some kind of influence that makes everyone so… Weak?
Maybe they would give her some sort of insight into this mess, in the meantime however there was something more pressing bothering the diminutive croc, namely that there was a lot of food sitting on that table and she wasn’t in a position to be eating it. She probably needed some help in that matter but almost didn’t want to ask anyone for help getting up there. With some care she waddled over to a chair and started the rather painfully slow task of clambering up the thing with her little claws and teeth. As she did so sending a quick message to Namorel.
So, even the great and powerful show for this little invite. Strange isn’t it Guru that folk from every world have been brought here? Almost like someone is going to use this weird house to remove threats? Or keep us out of the way playing silly games while they cause problems to our homes. Oh and I think everyone heard that outburst big guy? Are you quite okay? Also, should we believe the rather.. Interesting outburst that we’re inside something being eaten alive? If that were the case wouldn’t more of us be bursting into flames alongside the girl that did so?
WC: 452
TWC: 1670
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Jarod Helar
Junior Staff
18 posts
Race: Cyborg [Earthling]
Power Level: 45,000
Zeni: 16,000
Training Points: 16
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Light Training Weights
Transformations: Mechanical Overclock [x4]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Jarod Helar on May 17, 2019 15:20:49 GMT
The entire sight of how everything had changed was enough for Jarod to know that he shouldn’t fuck about with hiding his abilities anymore. The squishing noise that was made when he took steps was alarming by itself. With the faces that talked and the appendage that placed a new item of food on to the empty tray, Jarod decided that this was the time to blast his way out.
He raised his left hand and pointed its index finger at the closest face. The thumb raised and then lowered with the act of firing of ball of potent energy from the fingertip. It suddenly became apparent to Jarod that he couldn’t fire his energy attack. He raised his middle finger into position and raised his thumb, then lowered it to fire a more powerful version of his previous attack. Same as before, nothing was produced.
Jarod curled up his middle finger and with his remaining one still expressed he jokingly moved it about a little with a smile in a quick attempt to diffuse the situation he was in with the…thing. If he panicked it most likely would attempt to attack.
“Errr. I don’t need anymore food. Thanks for asking though. I’m just going to take a quick look around for something though so don’t mind me.”
A few noisy and fleshy steps forward and Jarod felt the box he picked up before in his jacket pocket open up. He quickly pulled it out and checked the contents. Inside of it there was a single, small piece of paper much akin to a note. The undercover cowboy read the message to himself in his head silently.
“Kill all dolls, the walls will shift and freedom will appear. Before we are all eaten.”
He looked around his terrifying and gross environment with a cold analytical look before he started to walk down one of the hallways, looking for his objective.
“Well, if this is the only way out then it looks like it has to be this. Best start looking around, and hopefully before whatever lives here gets angry i get out of here."
WC: 360
TWC: 1,377
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Celmaru Waterfield
New Member
49 posts
Race: Hybrid
Power Level: 100,000
Zeni: 7,500
Training Points: 20
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Medium Training Weights
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Dragon Radar [Earth]
Oozaru Gauntlet[Right]
Transformations:
Great Ape (Full Control) [x15]
FSSJ (Variant) [x12]
Berserker[Omen][x10][5% TM]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on May 17, 2019 20:11:14 GMT
Celmaru was inclined to vomit. The walls became malformed, recasting itself into an partially incomprehensible nightmare. The hybrid minimally concealed his expression; the sight before him was atrocious enough. This fleshy, demonic creature -- what was it? It was akin to a Secretive Containment Project monstrosity! That was mere fiction though, surely! Yet, the sight of this bogeyman, despite the horror, augmented the hybrid's irrepressible tantrum. This thing, this irresponsible dastard, this must have taken Phae! The very gall of this fiend! With a fleshy tendril approaching him, Celmaru actively averted the appendage -- nothing fortunate originated from this... foul creature. Immediate adjectives were running short. The hybrid cautiously stomped through the hallway, approaching Jarod. The hybrid's gaze circumvented the walls, anything distorting, whenever possible.
This creature appeared no more than a Mimic. Of course, there was absent time available to truly discern this. Nevertheless, Celmaru stood before the suspicious Mr. Helar; a palm attempting to grasp the man's nearest shoulder. The hybrid's brow furrowed ever more intensely. Any bulging veins had dissipated, albeit stress remained. If Celmaru were to grasp this supposed waiter's shoulder, this clasp upon it would tense further more. This stranger's attempts were to no avail. Many of those attending this "event" were to likely realize this by now. Poor bastard. However, the hybrid growled two meager words for Jarod to follow. Such words were behind grit teeth. "Leave, now." Perhaps it was tunnel vision, perhaps Celmaru was prepared to die. In the end, Phae wasn't here to witness it anymore. Phae wasn't to ever be here at all, in fact. That fact alone stung Celmaru a million lifetimes over. It wounded him to such a degree that the sensation of déjà vu went unnoticed; unrecognized, for that matter. No matter. They've all gathered its attention. Regardless of whether or not Jarod evacuated the vicinity, the hybrid proceeded to glare upon this nightmare. Its fleshy protrusions prompted the hybrid's innards to contort in disgust; fear intermingled with such stirring. The blinding, emotive desire to return himself to Phae quelled the ideas of a perturbing end. Yet, this was only by an indistinguishable extent. Monstrosities weren't Celmaru's forte, be it subjugation or negotiation.
"Release ev'ryone. Let off on the restraints of our power, too."
The hybrid's fingers clenched once more; yet not into fists.
"And gimme back my god damn family, NOW! RIGHT NOW! I'LL MURDER YOU, EV'RYONE YAH EVER KNOWN, DOWN TO YER TAINTED LIL' SOUL FOR WHAT YOU'VE TAKEN FROM ME IF YOU DON'T!!"
Namorel's telepathic outburst went ignored, the hybrid's furious shrieks echoed beyond the hallway, every word bringing his facial features to a cardinal red. If Celmaru were able to possess his truest strength, this would be over. However, Celmaru would have bitched beforehand regardless.
So here's an example of why you don't take Waterfield hostages. Enjoy the shitshow. Or the insanity. Either way, I guess.
WC: 462
TWC: 2,120
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Scallio
New Member
40 posts
Race: Saiyan
Power Level: 55,000
Zeni: 5,000
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Sadalan Dragon Radar
Space Pod
Transformations: Oozaru[x14]
Beserker's Omen[x14]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Scallio on May 19, 2019 3:50:56 GMT
Scallio, the ColonelAs Cal studied the suit of armor in question he took notice of the intricate emblems emblazoned onto the armor. It looked almost like it was… moving. A fox chewing on a rabbit with some kind of lock between them. Locks require keys. That knife had a keyhole, too. Perhaps that key had something to do with this suit of armor. But the knife he had attempted to grab was gone -- as if it had vanished into thin air. Scallio had double-checked the table to see if it had simply rolled off or if anyone had taken it but he hadn’t seen anyone grab it in the moment and it wasn’t under the table. How very strange.
When the Changeling across the room yelled for everyones attention Scallio turned to him. He went on to explain that the house itself was alive -- and that it was trying to digest them. That would explain all the fleshy noises that Scallio had been hearing throughout his time inside this home -- and the almost lifelike appearances that normally inanimate objects seemed to have. He raised a hand to his chin in thought as he walked over to the changeling in question that had spoken to everyone. Normally such a statement would’ve had Scallio brand him as a mad man, but everything was far too strange right now for that to happen.
“Agreed.” Scallio would call out to the changeling. “I’ve noticed items that seem to vanish into thin air, and the suits of armor in the back corner-” Scallio would point towards the suits of armor in question. “Seem to move ever so slightly if you look away from them. One of them is holding an object with a keyhole on it that looks like a lock box, so perhaps if we find a key around here that may help us in figuring out this whole mess.” But there was a far more pressing matter in the room.
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Meringue
Junior Member
52 posts
Race: Majin
Power Level: 53,000
Zeni: 10,000
Training Points: 13
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Light Weights [+25% Power Level]
25% Ally
Transformations: x5 Nuclear Flambé [Perm]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Meringue on May 19, 2019 20:57:41 GMT
"Heheeeey! He went into the water pipes! Lemme know if you see any turtles in there dude!" Stumbled the mixed up Meringue, leaning into the water fountain to see where the kitsune-faced assailant went off to. Only to see a strange... Fleshy... "Thing" clogging the pipe. "Eeeew, gross! What is that!?"
"It vaguely resembles Ms. Haversham"
"Our old homeroom teacher?"
"Precisely."
Upon closer inspection, it seemed that they had been given a box of matches, fuelled with the reckless abandon of a half completed absorption, the mixture of Majin and Magician picked up the match and tinder and immediately lit it in order to get a better look at the blob of flesh within. They were about to drop it in entirely, had it not been for the loud shouts of an angered and frenzied Namekian Guru, rambling about something about "spirits of the past"... Or something like that. Such a sorry sight spurred the mental Meringue to take action into her own hands, mostly because she couldn't have one of the only ones here with a good head on their shoulders going insane on everyone."Alright Namekian, I don't like you and you don't like me."
"But Meri... We just met him"
"But if the current Guru of an entire planet is felled by simple smoke and mirrors, then you are truly more spineless, more pathetic, more waterlogged than your biology seems to dictate."
"Meri this seems a little mean..."
"So which is it Namekian!? Will you give in to your own mentally feeble nature, or will you snap out of it like any normal adult and return to common sense!?"
While her "motivational speech" was anything but to most, Meringue had a sneaking suspicion that this would be just the right amount of anger inducing to snap their "leader" out of his funk. "Now, return to finding the source of this case, you blithering idiot."
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WC: 317
TWC: 868
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 20, 2019 7:50:36 GMT
USAAs the creature started to stir when the nanites were forced into the being, slowly starting to repair what was left, they would soon start spilling out as the flames whipped themselves awake.
The small creature struggling to get a reaction out, the bound mouth with small stripes of muscle that were tied shut with a little opening that would allow mumblings as the thing started to stir in agony, a fleshy orange liquid coming out of the mouth before slowly falling down to the ground.
The light that came from the eyes started to slowly fade as a loud sound was heard from the hallway that interrupted everything that was going on.
A violent shuddering that made the entire house move as the house creaked and toiled before it spoke quietly in a tongue that wasn't audible as the person would find a single eye growing on the wall, staring within the room with a smile to its face.
The door suddenly locking before she could leave with the wood starting to crack as the house started to shrink further and further.
It seems that she had a small issue at hand that needed a solution to be fixed, but could she solve this solution as a large mouth was chewing away at the floor, trying to avoid the furnace and tear into the android...!? NamorelAs Namorel was sitting on his knees with the sound of constant pounding in his own head there was a soft feeling in his own hands, one that was small, fleshy and started to chew away at his skin.
The food that everybody was eating had turned into something else, every single person that was walking around before except for a few unique appearances having turned into a meat appendage that was held up with the butler himself missing his lower torso as a large tendril from the floor was moving him around as he was talking to the other appendages using fleshy sloppy sounds.
The wall mounted pictures being small patches of leather upon multiple races their skins that were kept in a pristine appearance as the creatures would make their way over to Namorel with seemingly a faked worry as the sloshing sounds soon tried to voice concern.
One thing was certain. The thing that was biting away at his own hand was a small fleshy doll, one that seemed fragile and reminded him of the Guru... Yet at the same time knowing the appearance of everything and the desire it had to consume Namorel and consume him... was it safe? LemegetonAs Lemegeton had taken the body of the girl and started to walk into the opposite end, trying to sneak into a vent... It wasn't too long before he found one untill he would suddenly notice a shift.
The powers that controlled his own body starting to run out of controll as he was soon forced to sustain a massive amount of internal spiritual damage.
As if his entire body was being torn apart as the entire vent had been closed off by a fleshy growth that soon replaced the entire metal tube.
A pair of eyes starting to grow from inside the tube as they gazed towards the demon with a long section of teeth starting to smile towards the demon as it looked contently, licking slowly before then saying "It seems that you have found yourself in my stomach, Lemegeton, i was always up for opportunities but that you come walking into my stomach?"
A laughter that was only heard for the demon with the isolated fleshy walls would be echo'ing contently before the 'house' would speak on, continueing his conversation with a rather content smile... Or so it seemed with the amount of mouths having multiplied.
"They are burning my idols and killing them, fleshy little bulbs of mine~ But you are stuck here with your lack of attempts to learn how to communicate with others.
With your ideas on how to horrify and play around with the lives of others, you were always easy to draw seperate and then take advantage of." The house spoke, the mimic that had consumed them all as he was devouring the ki and energy of everybody that was visible in the house as the moment would soon draw to a bit of a quiet nature... A screech being heard as the vent started shaking.
"My idols... They found my idoools... Will they freee themselves? Noooo~" He laughed with hundreds of smiles to surround the demon as he then spoke "Because if they do not find all idols i am going to enjoy eating everything that you areee" Sickle and EVERYBODY CAN REACT TO THISAs Sickle spoke his words, the entire area changed rather violently, a large pillar of flesh slamming into his back as he would soon find that his face had met with the fleshy tough exterior on the upper part of the house as the pillar would soon try to grasp towards the creature and tear his limbs off. It was a sudden movement, there was not even a moment where a person could take a breath as the house would have dropped his body as sudden as it was slammed upwards with an immense power starting to rise up in the vacinity of everybody. Every single person that was walking around turning into a fleshy bulb except for the players that had entered the house and the specifically named characters that they got to interact with. There was an even more horrifying fact when the power was starting to reach a point where every single person who was being snacked on with their power would feel it sink into their bodies. This wasn't a joke at this point anymore. Every single person in the vacinity would feel the sudden surge of a powerlevel that had risen to a million before dropping down to half a million, the shuddering pain of a doll that was defeated somewhere in the body causing him to screech out to everybody in the vacinity. "My idolll, Who killed my idolllll!" The voice that came from everywhere as a hammer onto everybody their bodies would screech before then thousands of eyes would sprout from the walls to gaze at the people inside. With tendrils starting to slowly come forwards, each having a miniscule power to say the least due to the fragile nature of the insides of a beast, it may be time for everybody to start using their abilities...! -ABILITIES ARE UNLOCKED, PL INCREASED TO 10.- -Every tendril has 1 HP, but hundreds will come for you all every turn! So start defending!- -First doll killed.- House PL 1,000,000 -> 500,000 Everybody PL 10 -> 100 -Second doll killed.- House PL 500,000 -> 250,000 Everybody PL 100 -> 1000 STARAs Silvia spoke towards the book, there was a sudden realization as she showed the answers, as the house started to change violently, every single wall starting to become covered in flesh, wood replaced with bone, flesh and pulsing veins while the walls were unable to be dug through.
Everything starting to beat more and more as the woman then read out the answers.
"The main answers to your questions are very easy! The house has brought the people here because it is eating everybody, that is the fact that brings us all here, something that i wasn't able to say before as this has happened before!" Before she noticed that everything was starting to fall apart.
The flesh had already replaced the wall, The girl with the book starting to panic as she didn't know what she could do... She wanted to be safe and find the person that was also stuck in here, not end up dead too!
Going to grasp the small creature, she would panick with tears in her eyes. "Please! Help me stay alive! The stomach acids will soon flow in or they will drag us to digestion chambers! We must keep the tendrils away but i can't fight!"
Yet it didn't take too long for the tendrils to also start seeking out star, some of them seemingly covering themselves in acid before lunging forwards to try and slam into the person!
Every single tendril being incredibly weak if they were sensed correctly yet at the same time... Did the power that was flowing through the area actually mean that the abilities were back? JARODAs Jarod started walking down the hallway, he soon came face with a large wall of flesh that moved aside seemingly before showing an old man with a weapon in his own hand carefully stroking it before smiling contently.
His smile was aimed towards the man that had walked in as he was missing everything except his arm and head which were attached to a large mound of flesh as he would toss the weapon to the man.
A rifle with a scope on it that was bleached by blood and goo, unuseable at the current stage as the man would then take out a small key, spinning it between his fingers as it had a strange emblem on it.
"You have one of the idols... Ah." The house starting to shift as power was starting to come back to everybody, blood and guts being pushed out of the mouth as the man started to bite down before spitting out the pieces that were stuck.
There was nothing that he could do to save this man except for put a bullet in the brain but he seemed to want to say something first. "Everything is going to hell already, the key that i have in my hand may be required for that box with you... I was planning to drop in a few hints after paying you for your endeavors here but after a few years..." Checking the arm he had remaining with uncountable scars, he couldn't help but groan painfully.
"I have lost count how many years i have been stuck in here but i am being eaten alive and i have tried to send out messages and job listings, reactions to draw in more people to earn myself a few extra days.
But today i have a bonus for you, something very peculiar... Open the box and kill what is inside before it can kill you." But he didn't stop there, the man taking a moment to breathe as he would raise his hand.
"With the same bullet as you kill the thing inside of the box, if you do this then you are able to rescue most people in this house that are still alive, and if you get out you may end up finding yourself a very nifty vehicle to your name.
The Strahl, used to carry me from planet to planet in two days tops you know?" The man spoke with a smile as he would think back to the days that he enjoyed before then nodding once.
"Shoot me and then make your way to the main room, if everybody, every single friend of you guys ends up doing this well... Then you have to blast a hole in the house itself to escape.
But if you want to abandon them all and do not care for their lives... Then you can use the gun and shoot yourself with it." The man his serious look not wavering for a second.
"One shot to your own dome and you will be free from all this but you will leave every other person with the knowledge that they are dying because of you." CELMARUAs Celmaru started to scream, he would feel his energy return to himself, a small doll starting to be evaporated during the process as something was starting to overflow within him, something was bubbling from inside, something was bubbling outwards even more.
Something pushing you from within, something starting to push you even further, something wanting you to tear into the wall as you saw the figure of your wife trying to scratch through the surface, trying to reach towards you, trying to call your name.
Are you just going to let him do this to her!?
-You are given permission to attain form : False SSj- SCALLIOAs Scallio made a comment, he would feel that his legendary power was starting to return and it was coming back in a stronger force than he had ever expected, the rush from the power that came back in this large of a dose was something that would mess with any person.
Yet as the changeling was smashed into the roof, the box that he had with himself started to grow hotter until when his attention was drawn towards it a tendril was starting to drag a key over the floor itself.
A small key with the emblem of a creature on it, one that he needed so badly to open the box itself as the scratching inside of the box meant that something was alive inside of it.
Something was trying to escape but with the small objects that were being destroyed and people starting to regain their powers? It may give him a solution if he is able to get that tendril destroyed, obtain the ki and open the box...
But would Scallio with his training have enough expierience to blast through this with no issue, would he be able to execute the perfect manuever to grab what he needed.
It was time to prove yourself Scallio, it was time to help save some lives. MeringueMeringue as you noticed the small creature, you would see a clawed figure with a kitsune mask grasp your hand as it nodded contently, smiling happily with the changing house made out of flesh starting to become more and more apparant, it was time for you to do your job.
"I remember the one who controlls you, he has given me life and he has given me help, so i am here to help you." He would speak, a rough tone as if his voice had been used for shouting all this time, the man starting to fire flames away from the majin to protect her from the tendrils as he would nod twice. "Please burn the object in the pit, i will keep you safe, for he has kept me safe in his heart." Hoping that one day the one who loved him so would come back to him.
Would reward him to see her smile again and bring him back into the world, but for now, he could just help protect the new children, the children of a new generation.
For he was raised as a proud child, growing into an adult, speaking to himself. "Thank you father."
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Usa
New Member
14 posts
Race: Bio-Android
Power Level: 45,000
Zeni: 18,000
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Planet: Earth
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Post by Usa on May 20, 2019 15:51:01 GMT
Usa watched the small doll intently as the nanites went to work on it, hoping that there would be some reprieve for the small creature... that was until the machines seemed to switch to their affliction setting without consent or request of the young woman herself. At first this was concerning, Usa worried she was hurting the infant like being... this was however, until she watched as the walls and floor shifted, the sheer structure of the house convulsing underneath her feet and locking her in the room where she stood so it seemed... perhaps escape was not an option?
As the eyes came into focus, she would frown at this... her mental switch waiting no longer to switch to a setting appropriate for the instance at hand. She only had moments as the mouth was drawing closer and closer to herself... things were not looking favorable for the female Bio Android. It would take her a moment to notice that the mouth that was encroaching on her was avoiding the furnace... was it the fire? If so that may be the key to her survival in a moment. Her clothing would explode around her and her cybernetic arm opened at the palm. With the barrier of fabric around her body she fired the concentrated blast of heated plasma into the eye and jumped towards the flames of the furnace.
One inside this incendiary abyss, she ripped off her left arm, the mechanical limb tearing away at her torso, synthetic and real skin stripped alike as a mixture of blood and oil drew from both ends of the injury. The oil was key to her survival in the moment however, as she threw the arm towards and into the mouth, a stream of flammable black fluids trailing behind and taking their combustible companion with them towards the maw of the beast.
Usa could do more than wait it our, arm less and only protected by a thin layer of cloth and energy from the blazing inferno, she was betting everything on this moment and hoping her theory was correct. She would waste no time either to drop a small number of blazing logs unto the ground around the furnace as a final line of defense against the room monster. Her thoughts then drew to the others, were they faring well...? Surely this room was not the only one in the house experiencing this incident with how the building shook prior.
Usa
Bio-Android
PL: 1,000
WC: 410
TWC: 2,307
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Legemeton
Junior Member
57 posts
Race: [BoN] Demon
Power Level: 52,000
Zeni: 17,000
Training Points: 12
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Light Training Weights.
Transformations: Chaos Unbound [x5]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Legemeton on May 20, 2019 16:23:58 GMT
Legemeton would sigh frustratingly as he felt the structure of the house shift and churn. "I fucking called it!", the Demon would shout into the open for no one in particular, but still irritated beyond belief at the fact he had called the incident before his own arrival with Silica. As the vent itself shifted into more of a gastric chamber than a passage through the ventilation of the house, the exact reality of things became more and more obvious to the Demonic being that had been drawn into what would likely be referred to as a trap when really, it only made things more fun.
"You know, this is rather hilarious... almost pathetically so.", Legemeton spoke with a scoff as hr stared down the maw that developed itself only feet in front of the Demon. "I've always found the methods of your mimics to be of the less developed and primitive sort. All you are is a glorified Venus Flytrap. Powerful beings of darkness and evil? Bah I say, your life is linked to eidolons that you have let roam freely and brought into the open before those you are trying to consume?", the Demon shook his head pitifully for a moment before beginning to laugh sardonically at nothing in particular, hoping to draw the ire of this creature that only sought to consume.
"By the way, you do know WHO I am, correct? I am born of chaos and ruin through the darkness and Arkana. As you see me now is simply a facsimile of my true form. Let me show you where your first major, and soon to be final mistake in trying to piss me off.", Legemeton spoke as he laugh settled into a chuckle. His chaotic and darkening aura enveloping his reduced form as he body exploded outwards, the moulded body that his shape shifting created pushed against the now fleshy crevices of the mimic's inner stomach lining, forcing the passage wider and wider and the Demon's body exploded to gargantuan proportions and clawed hands and feet sharpened to a point that dug into the fleshy walls and floor around him.
Legemeton would raise an idle hand and trace a small series of triangles in the air, a circle at the base of each and each point meeting at one final circle. This symbol would linger and fill with a crimson red fluid that dripped idly with each second. As the symbol filled to its full it would explode in a wave of heat that singed at the inner walls that surrounded the Demon, flames wracking at the stomach and mouth of the beast that dared to threaten the Demon or his human host. "You will learn why one does not mess with myself of Silica. I am the Star Child of chaos and I will not be restrained from my destiny by some paltry mimic, now suffer!", the Demon would shout one final time as he plunged he clawed hand deep into the maw of the mimic, seeking to tear at the first organ he could get his sharpened hand on.
Legemeton/Silica
Demon (BoN)
PL: 1,000
WC: 517
TWC: 2,433
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 20, 2019 16:50:10 GMT
Everything happened so quickly and seemed to keep spiraling further and further down as the building convulsed underneath the Namekian guru, shaking his inner core even more than the visions prior had. His mind went dark for a moment as he closed off all thoughts and mental links for a moment. The vision still wracking at his mind, everything would come to a head when the words of another reached his mind... now was not the time to be breaking down, others needed his help and there were only a few around that could offer the same assistance he could as well.
taking a deep breath once more, Namorel would open the links and talk to the others, "Can everyone hear me? We need to coordinate a defensive here, those not comfortable in a fight, group up with someone else. Everyone else with combat experience needs to cover the edge of the room." The Namekian made a round around the room, eyeing each person around and assessing their reactions and the like, it was at this moment Namorel noticed the doll and wasted no time launching the creature into the air and launching a screeching blast of ki into the being, detonating upon impact with it violently as the air around him exploded, launching air in all directions.
"If anyone finds something that looks like a doll, kill it... they may be tied to all of this. For now keep the tentacles off yourself and target the eyes, finding any weak points is key at this time.", with this final statement Namorel took steps to the centre of the room, from this point he would push himself into the air and scanned the perimeter for any more of the dolls, blasting invisible waves of ki from his eyes at tentacles and eyes alike to offer support to those around the room. "The telepathic link is open between everyone, so should you find yourself in trouble let us know.", the Namekian hoped that this tiny bit of information would help with the already distracting and stressful situation at hand as it were.
The Namekian, trying to balance his perception and offered command would be oblivious to the creatures encroaching upon him until the last moment when his body expanded to gigantic proportions, his range of motion more than doubled as he batted away these creates that crawled from gods know where. Taking a defensive stance, he would strike out at them as they drew closer, there too many to dispose of in a procedural manner.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 1,000
WC: 424
TWC: 2,136
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Meringue
Junior Member
52 posts
Race: Majin
Power Level: 53,000
Zeni: 10,000
Training Points: 13
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Light Weights [+25% Power Level]
25% Ally
Transformations: x5 Nuclear Flambé [Perm]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Meringue on May 20, 2019 21:38:52 GMT
Letting out a yelp of shock upon their hand being grasped by the large claws of the fox person hiding within the water pipes, the absorption's state was almost compromised, as the composition of the Majin outer layer briefly faltered. Although as the duo listened to the aged kitsune's reasoning and logic, Meringue gave a slight nod of understanding. "Very well. You have no doubt fought hard, for many a year. Rest now. Your time will surely come another day." She spoke, smiling a warm smile as the untied tendrils that were her hair began to instinctively raise themselves as the fire shot around them for the sake of protection. "We will fight in your stead, for now... Oh, and forgive this outburst."
"Meri, who was that?"
"I'm not sure... He seemed quite familiar though... Perhaps a tad angry..."
Incredibly annoyed by the prospect of a nice day out being interrupted by some form of possessed demon house, the volatile mix stood up as its hair began lashing and stabbing outwards into various other house-related tendrils. "Would ya shut up!? Who gives a shit about your dolls!?" Yelled the mixture, loud enough for all to hear and know that she was in fact shouting at a house, as she looked down into the hole. Grinning form ear to ear as she held the lit match above it. "Godspeed, black emperor." She spoke, intentionally speaking in a broken common dialect as she dropped the match into the pipe, intent on burning the doll alive. Was it alive even? Regardless, doll burning.
"My goodness, that was your attempt at wit?"
"S-Shut up!"
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WC: 270
TWC: 1,138
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Woran
New Member
13 posts
Race: Tuffle Prodigy
Power Level: 53,000
Zeni: 11,000
Training Points: 13
Fighting Style: Balanced
Transformations: System Overclock [x6]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Woran on May 20, 2019 22:29:56 GMT
Woran soared across the skies of this strange, beautiful world, letting his armor’s onboard scanners do the grunt work of collecting essential data and images of the planet while he simply focused inwardly, on his own thoughts. It was a few days after the Tuffle had betrayed and killed all the other PTO members of his scouting mission, and Woran still was very confused, both emotionally and mentally. The Tuffle prided himself on his self-restraint, able to ignore almost all external stimuli and focus on the task at hand. However, despite years of practice in this field, and all the incentive in the world to keep his thoughts to himself, he had snapped and had killed dozens with his own hands. The moral quandary was definitely something that bothered the Tuffle, and was something that he would continue to ponder for some time. Woran was abruptly brought crashing back to reality as his armor’s scanners completed their assigned tasks with an audible chime, displaying scrolling walls of texts on the Tuffle’s inner faceplate. “No signs of life sir, nothing expect grassland and lower life forms within optimal scanning range.” Woran nodded absently, his vast intellect still struggling with the decision he had made aboard the Changeling, “Take the wheel for a bit A.I.I.A, keep running sweeps in standardized grid patterns in 50-mile intervals.” The Tuffle stated clearly, slowly closing his eyes as he felt the armor slowly begin to bank to the left. He would just rest his body for a few minutes, nothing more, then he could return to his task with a fresh outlook on things. An hour or so later, Woran opened his eyes, yawning hugely, “A.I.I.A. you should have wok-" He said reprovingly, only for the words to die in his mouth as his eyes fully processed what they were seeing. Rather then the comforting scrolling numbers and figures of his H.U.D, Woran saw nothing but rough wood interspersed with sections of low-grade iron. Woran blinked, rubbed his eyes with his free hand, then blinked again. Alright what the hell just happened? Am I dreaming? I can’t have been taken out of the Guardian that easily. He thought. After taking a few seconds to process, Woran clenched his fist, preparing a powerful blow to blow a hole through the side of the container, only to let out a rather undignified yelp as the container abruptly started into motion, flying through the air at what seemed like a rather high speed before smashing against the ground with an audible crash. The impact would likely have snapped any normal organic’s bones like twigs, but even without his armor, Woran’s nanomachine enhanced physique was formidable indeed. With a grunt, Woran flared energy around his body in an electrical discharge, turning the wood and metal restraining his movements into ash within a span of seconds. The Tuffle slowly got to his feet, staring out at the chaos surrounding him as warriors of all shapes and sizes battled fleshy tentacles erupting out of the walls themselves. This is turning out to be one weird day.
Thread PL: 12,950 (restricted to 1,000 as per thread rules) WC: 514 TWC: 514 |
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Metal Sickle
Full Member
Currently living it hot in the Big Gete Star
138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on May 21, 2019 6:31:08 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
| ☒ | Ayumu Hope | | ✐ | 1000 Power Level BS
800 Power Level W
500 PL Suppressed
400 PL Suppressed W
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Word Count: 475
Total Thread WC: 3847
Sickle's Voice: d10000
Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
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| Sickle. Was. Pissed.
Beyond all forms of understanding did his anger seep through to the core of his total being, the pain from his smashing against the ceiling and drop to the floor only furthering his distraught mind, before everything inside of him just...
Snapped.
The Changeling found himself on the ground of the mimic house, this hands punching into the ground in a fit of anger and violence, gurgling at the mouth in a sort of half-roar/half-growl, his claws in his fingers denting as he repeatedly punched his fist into the floor, missing the instance of the eyes, ignoring everything as he went further and further into the madness that dwelled inside of his heart.
"rrrrrrrrhhhhUUUUAAAARRHHHHHHHH" His voice would roar, rising to his feet as he felt his power refilling his body, despite being suppressed and weighted down, he felt like this was more than enough. "WHY. DOES. THIS. ALWAYS. HAPPEN. TO. ME!" he would say as he ran right into the tendril-mess inside of the house, actively seeking out the tendrils going towards others, including his guard from previous, tearing into the being from the inside as he took his anger out on the mimic house. "WHY DOES EVER BUILDING I ENTER ALWAYS TRY TO FUCKING KILL ME. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" The insane Changeling would repeat loudly as his eyes lit up with Ki, firing off small eye blasts into the Ki tentacles, hitting multiple as he made his way back to his guard from before. Every step another crushing of a tendril or ripping of flesh. At this point, Sickle wasn't even caring if he attacked friends or foes, simply making his way through the previously once a ballroom with the goal of letting out his anger the fun way. Everything about this entire house was pissing him off more and more, and as he raged his way across the room in a Ballroom Blitz, his mind was interrupted with thoughts from multiple sources. One he heard to be Namorel, sending out telepathic messages. The other was his sub-conscious. His darkest desires. The one underneath that he suppressed for so long.
"IgNoRe ThE fIlThY aLiEn BoY, lEtS kIlL" It would scream over Namorel inside of Sickle's head, barely letting the man hear to kill any dolls be comes across. Unbeknownst to Sickle, the psychotic voice was also attached to the link, and thus everyone who could hear it would now understand their dynamic as he argued with himself in his head. "dEsTrOy ThE pRoFlIgAtEs AnD fEaSt On ThE tEnDrIlS"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Me."
"yOu KnOw YoU wAnT iT sIcKlE"
"SHUT UP"
And with that, after making it to where his guard was originally, he would find himself on the ground, grabbing at his horns undergoing psychosis, his fists hitting against his skull hard in a mental breakdown.
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Jarod Helar
Junior Staff
18 posts
Race: Cyborg [Earthling]
Power Level: 45,000
Zeni: 16,000
Training Points: 16
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Light Training Weights
Transformations: Mechanical Overclock [x4]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Jarod Helar on May 21, 2019 16:36:59 GMT
He knew that it was going to bad the situation he was in but when Jarod encountered a much more flesh ridden wall than the rest of the house it became even worse. Just how much of the house was living he thought to himself. The thoughts of the cowboy stopped immediately as soon as he came across an old man stuck in the wall. The sorry state of the person was amplified as the walls shook and the old man’s condition worsened.
Jarod listened to what the old man had to say, about the idol and the Rifle and the key in his hand. When he mention that he was Jarod’s client he interrupted for a moment.
“Wait, you’re my client? It did seem a little odd but it makes sense. You want this nightmare to end in any way possible.”
The old man continued to speak about how to end all of this, which would result in Jarod being put in danger and revealing himself to everybody else in the house…if they were still alive. As the old man mention about committing suicide, Jarod just gave a confused look. Perhaps the poor soul was delirious after being stuck in here for so long. Then again, he had a look that assured Jarod that it was a serious thing to do. He wasn’t such a low coward like that though. Such a thing is only done by the weak.
After a short moment to process everything Jarod reached out and grabbed both the key and the rifle off the poor soul stuck in the wall. Immediately he took off his tuxedo jacket and began to quickly attempt to clean off the slime off the weapon in every way possible. Thankfully, the slime was rather loose in terms of it’s grip to the rifle and more towards Jarod’s Jacket.
The rifle was rather incredible in terms of design. Silver engraving was all across it with a special grey wooden stock. On closer inspection it seemed that the wood itself had carbonized and hardened in a special way. On the butt of the gun it had a small name carved into it. Ghoststalker. He checked the rifle for how many bullets it had. Two large bolts,.338 in size, in the clip. Each of the bullets were just as ornate as the rifle itself, with silver plating and a small, crystal tip of some sort.
He lifted his eyes away from the brilliant new weapon in his hands and towards the old man stuck in the wall.
“Well sir, as my client I'll grant you your request. I expect you want the most happiest ending for everybody and that includes you. I’ll see you around.”
With a cold gaze, Jarod grasped the rifle in his left arm and pointed to barrel at the one suffering in the wall. With a heavy pull of the trigger the old man was no more. Jarod lowered the weapon and stood in silence for a few moments. Suddenly a realization struck him.
“Oh hell, I forgot to ask him if there was a key for his ship.”
He took a few steps upwards and with his free hand searched the remains.
“If I had to assume it would be in his front pocket. I hope.”
There were two pockets on the shirt of the old man, Jarod checked both and in one of them found another key. An electronic one.
“Alright, two keys and a single bullet. Time to finish this.”
With all the tools he had acquired, Jarod moved away from the heavily fleshed wall and back towards the hallway he came from. He reached a wide T-section and pulled out the box from his pocket. It was opened before, but now it had locked itself shut once again. Jarod pulled out the first key he got off the old man, put it in the box, unlocked it and then threw it into the middle of the T-section.
It spun a few times before it landed open and face down on to the floor of flesh. Several moments passed before some...thing, began to push its way out into existence from the opening of the box. The being in front of Jarod was something akin to a Chimera, part of it was human but there are parts from other races he has heard about. Part of the head was Saiyan, thanks to a small section of the hair that gave it away, while the other part was Namekian. Tiny nails were in place where the sections meet, and the teeth had been modified to the point where the beast could pass off as a vampire. It stood up as if it was alive as it screeched at the man in front of it. It’s tiny size betrayed it’s horrible visuals.
“Well, you’re going to haunt my nightmares for the next few weeks and that’s saying something.”
Jarod quickly took aim at the idol with the rifle with both of his hands and discovered an interesting quirk about the scope. Everything though it was displayed in a dark blue. Looking at everything other than the idol was impossible. The idol however was glowing white, with a single red spot in the torso. Jarod figured that this rifle was calibrated to fight these types of threats.
“Preyyyy” spoke the idol in a loud, screechy as flesh tendrils emerged from the walls. Jarod jumped out of the way of them, all the while getting more and more frustrated about the situation.
“You’re beginning to piss me off.”
More Tendrils appeared as the flesh faces in the wall smiled. Jarod continued to get out of the way until one of them managed to grapple onto his left leg. He looked down and reflexively tried to blast it of with his signature technique. Jarod knew that it wouldn’t work, he tried it before, but to his surprise it did. Compressed, potent energy was launched and it punctured though the tendril. He freed himself from it with a smile on his face, knowing that his power has returned to him somehow.
“Oh, it’s on now boy!”
With his spare hand, Jarod rapidly fired his magnum blaster as fast as he could. Several tendrils collapsed from the holes made in them while others continued to move about, all the while more and more of them extruded out from every direction. Jarod knew he was fighting a losing battle and instead changed his target to the idol. The target was one of the smallest he’s ever targeted and he went for quantity over quality. Four shots were fired, and one of them directly struck the idol’s head. Much to Jarod’s surprise however the small creature was unaffected by the attack.
The little monster gave out something that would be a mix of a laugh and a screech. With a smile right after it pointed at Jarod and as if on command a dozen tendrils emerged from the floor around him. Each of them grappled onto him. Ten of them around his legs and one around each of his arms. He felt himself being dragged into the floor itself, the feeling of flesh around his feet slowly increasing. Jarod realised at that point that the only way to save himself was to destroy the idol, which seemed to command the house in some way. He diverted all of his strength and energy into his arms. For a moment, he sank quicker into the flesh but in exchange break the two tendrils that bound his arms. In a snap second Jarod readied his rifle. He focused his cybernetics to enhance his aim and bolster his reaction speed. Everything around him seemed to slow down slightly as he perfected his aim. Jarod held his breath, calmed himself and pulled the trigger.
The bullet was dead on target. It passed though the idol as if nothing happened. The creature stood still in the pose it was shot in motionless. It’s fleshy exterior slowly faded in colour until it was completely grey. A moment later it’s left arm disintegrated into dust, followed by the rest of it’s body. The house shuttered from the death of the idol that Jarod destroyed, with the tendrils withdrawing back into the walls and the grip of the flesh itself weakened around his feet. With great effort, Jarod freed himself from the floor and began to quickly run back into the main hall. He broke down the doors with all the strength he could muster and entered the room. The various group of people had their own troubles but they were alive.
Jarod was ruggered with breath. He has had it with this house. He yelled out with his voice to everybody who would listen.
“Alright. Who’s still sane and wants to get out of here?”
WC: 1,496
TWC: 2,873
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