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"Clearly I'm hornier, get on my level! You're nothing compared to how much I get."
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"That's gil. It's worthless outside of Wonderland."
A deep voice echoed behind the Seven - well, Six at the time being - with the redheaded gunslinger leaned casually against a mast. Well, he surely can't have been there more than ten seconds ago.
How had he even gotten onboard?? When had he even gotten onboard?? All very valid questions, but utterly meaningless when he was talking to his killer and his companions about his own bounty in the first place.
"The bounty was placed by Gaudium, as they are the primary force that cares about my death, impermanent as it is." He explained in an ever-bored monotone. "You can take turns melting the coins down. Safer than all at once. Might get some gold out of doing that."
"Or if that is too much work, you can just give it to me." There really was no ounce of shame in the suggestion.
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Immy's sins:
My sins (imagine the 7th one being the poster ejdjs):
(Jokes aside I love to see different interpretations with/of the 7 deadly sins whether it be literal or metaphorical /gen )
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How to even explain such a cosmic conflagration. How to describe a battle where such empyrean forces clash? Stars implode, galaxies are pulled into the singularity point of their struggle, time cracks around them like the fissuring of glass and the more impact, the more cracks spread and form, only for said cracks to recede as if pulled back by force. Only for the cracks to spread again, then recede as Satan used all his willpower to keep such untold cosmic destruction contained.
Worlds in the direct line of fire of the struggle were not so lucky; space itself warping the desolate plains ever so fortuitous that they bore no life. But the web of arcane force that links all faces would tug in the ebb and flow like rapids in a river. Those sensitive to the nature of the arcane could feel this shifting as if the status of the divine itself was changing.
Not just a struggle for power, a struggle for the divine itself. The fall of one and the rise of another are both merely beginning.
The fluctuating of such power sent shockwaves across time and space, spreading across the multiverse, a tsunami of cosmic energies that affected all worlds in one way or another. Time sped or slowed to a crawl; planets and lifeforms lost their circadian rhythm, day turned to night, and night turned to day; winter became summer, and summer became fall. Oceans rose and fell as if someone were shaking a glass of water. Rotations quickened or stopped entirely, then sped again.
Yet its destruction was kept from reaching its zenith, The Fallen One holding all of existence itself from giving way. Like Samson holding the pillars of the temple, keeping the structure of reality from collapsing upon itself through sheer mental will.
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Oof, Giovanni is wandering about in full gold form--as in his form is entirely that of pure, polished, solid, one metric ton gold. From every strand of hair to every tooth, with every fiber of his clothing to the soles of his shoes. And even in this form, he moves with little problem, likely due to the malleability inherent to gold.
He seems to be testing the limits of this form, as he is lifting up a fallen tree log that would normally require a team of strongmen to carry. While there is some bending and denting and giving way, he is able to lift with little problem.
There had been reports of a man made of solid gold walking about the xandorian wilds. And at first, Alexander had brushed it off as a silly little lie. Perhaps the guards were simply tired from working, or still dazed from when Alexander had took possession of their minds during the Grey-seige the other day.
Either way, he was doing his best to write it off as brain rot, he did not feel like going outside to investigate himself, but alas, the reports kept coming in.
Donning his winter garb the king trudges outside into the wet and cold. The snow had melted, but now it just made things muddy and wet and overall unpleasant.
It was when he spied movement amongst the pine that the king paused, tail flicking irritably. He glared in that direction and made his way there, undaunted, until he saw a log being carried around buy a man.
Made of sold gold.
“Bloody hell, the treasure lives”. He growled, loud enough for Giovanni to hear.
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Kaban had spent the morning packing up her bus for a long trip. She had gone to the ranger cabin in the Savannah Area where she stored things and grabbed an array of random things. Jugs for fresh water, her tea set, her ocean going gear and even extra blankets. She had asked Josep to meet her by the sign near the exit to the Savannah Area becuse there was something she wanted to ask him and that question was why she had been preparing to leave Kyushu and get to the other areas of the park if need be.
When she saw the pirate captain she immediately started explaining her idea. She thinks Josep might think she's too young to help but if anyone could help navigate Japari Park it's her and Serval.
"Josep-san don't you think your friends probably washed ashore somewhere in Japari Park too? The park is huge and all the islands around here are part of the park in one way or another it wouldn't make sense for them to not wash up somewhere close. If you need help please let me help you look for them. I may be new to my job but I am the park guide Serval-chan and I can be a lot of help."
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Continued from here!
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Already, the tall man groaned.
"Not my fault that a Summoner did this to me! I was minding me own business when she up and pushed me into a portal earlier like the witch she is."
"And I have close to no interest to this holiday either... Most of these were all junk she threw at me. The rest are..."
<"Don't tell me my journal pages are scattered on the deck too..."> He muttered in a language that none of these people have heard before.
And now, he is jailed. Normally, he would have just snapped the bars in half easily, due to his nature as a Primeval... But that would signal himself as a potential threat to the crew.
Kahann decided to look around him-- He could count five others surrounding him, and the ship's color schemes... What an odd choice of colors. Red mast, black exterior...
He could only assume two things based on his observation: This was a pirate ship, and the four men (plus one woman) were pirates.
But that was not the only people he would have a head count of-- He could detect two more life signals besides those five. Only one was human, though.
But he would rather not think about that further right now.
"If ye all don't mind me asking- Does my manner of entry warrant capture, regardless of what happened?" Of course he would ask because of his own awareness on the situation. He would rather not make even pirates panic by displaying his own feats, as they would be beyond what a layman's understanding.
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"Well, I guess thats what you call karma...."
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The way Sombra shifted restlessly in the stable as she brushed the day's dirt away made her sigh. "I know, I know. There's probably too many people 'round here for you, huh? Can y' at least put up with it? I'll take you out for fresh air as much as I can." Talking like this was more absentminded babble for her own state of mind, it had been a while since she had to sit still like this.
Solita glanced up at the Sombra stepping further away from the stable door, his ears starting to twist back. She couldn't help but sigh as she stepped around her horse to see a man who seemed to be standing outside her stall.
She couldn't help but raise a brow at the auburn-haired man. "You lookin' for something, or just here to gawk?" The Drifter asked as she moved to lean herself on the door. "If y' want, I can draw you a picture or somethin', it'll probably last longer."
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There are many things that can attract a crow's attention. Food. Friends.
Shiny things poking out of the sand.
Nabe hops over, gently uncovering the object with her beak. A compass? Neat!
She knows just where to display this!!
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@sins-of-the-sea Continued from here!
SHOCK AND AWE!
Olive could not believe what was happening to her beloved Beanie! Not wanting to see her friend get hit by another car she runs out into traffic yelling like a bat out of hell. She grabs the nearest rock she could find and throws it at the incoming car causing incoming traffic to swerve out of her way.
The feral child picks up the flattened Poppet and carries it to safety completely ignoring the possible traffic jam she just caused.
“Beanie...” she looks over the poppet carefully checking for damages. She even checked if Beanie was still breathing...could poppets even breathe she wondered?
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Casual whistling from the man who clearly thought he belonged here, a drag of his cigarette when whistling was getting boring.
"Well, hello there newcomers."
As if this was something every day to him.
"Is there anything I can help you fine folks and ladies with at this time of day?"
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Continued from [ X ]
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And just like that, the maple-haired man practically melted into a puddle of panic; Yelping, hyperventilating, all around, he was not having a very good time.
Hm. Perhaps this one was not the best to approach. Still, the blurted out vocalizations made the Wind's brows crease over a gaze blue as the ocean rocking the ship beneath their feet.
"...Little... Demon..?" He rumbled, thoroughly unimpressed. Well, that was certainly a first. Not the demon part, no. That was a rather common epithet. It was just strange to be called little by a man only really reaching up to his chest.
"....What need do I have for your face?" Kaze sighed, even if the notion seemed strangely humorous. The notable emphasis on 'your' could hardly be missed. Was he... teasing the sin, in spite of the scowl on tanned features and a deadpan as dry as the Great Sand Sea? Perhaps.
...It wouldn't be the first time the Black Wind's idea of a joke only terrorized his unfortunate victims further.
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“You’ve been staring for a minute, Señor. Something you’d like to say?”
Skylar’s eyes glance up at the stranger, eyes narrowed. Lingering eyes always made them feel... uneasy. And this was a face they’ve never seen before? This has bad news written all over it... Still, Skylar at least tries to be reasonable, so they’ll try to be civil... for now. No need to pull out the fangs just yet.
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berkut, part ii
[ @sins-of-the-sea liked for a little thing. heheh.]
In an instant, there is a loud, very jarring screech, similar in tone to someone scratching a record. The very fabric of reality appears to tear itself apart, with strings of atoms stretching into ribbons, leaving only a black semicircle about four feet in width and six feet in height.
Tabitha, a tall, spindly woman with red hair and a hunched posture, stepped out onto the deck of a pirate ship, holding a strange device in one hand. It was similar in design to a credit card scanner, but with a rats nest of wires, a pair of headphones, and an entire laptop attached to one end.
Notably, the strange woman was also clad in a pair of opaque lead sunglasses, which she quickly removed as soon as she stepped onto the ship.
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Ah, Pheobus the Feeble. It has been a while since Davoth encountered him.
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