Degenerates vs Make Waves [Page 1]

Namine questioned Kae's insistence on matching kimonos, as soon as she was assailed by the constant odor of piss entrenched within the subway. Then, she figured, that it's probably easier to piss in a robe, and they weren't as out of place as she first thought.

Opting for a more composed look, Namine's silver hair, highlighted with fuchsia near the ends, was pulled up into a long ponytail that ended a little past her derrière. Her fuzzy knife-ears and doe-eyed amber gaze were betrayed by the two shadowy tendrils haunting uncannily over her head, growing out from her trapezius.

Her short, sky-blue cotton yukata draped off the ends of her shoulders, exposing a great deal of her unguarded Gaian Platinum bust, before being sealed away with a simple fuchsia obi. White sheer stockings almost met at the yukata's hem up her thighs, while the long sleeves fell slightly past them.

She still wasn't wearing ******** shoes, as she stepped into the train and grabbed on one of the straps with her right tendril.

"Does this please you?" Namine teased Kae, as she stopped suppressing her psychic aura.

Uncanny Beauty Wrote:

> [Passive, Gaze] > > Looking directly at Natalis fills the opponent with unease, the nymph’s appearance being so flawless that it seems unnatural. Generates 1 Dread per turn if visual contact isn’t ACTIVELY avoided.

This would be the first and the last time Gustave picked a spot to rendezvous--despite Marcus’ dissent, his teammate insisted they meet on the Subway. Marcus spent his adolescence in Durem and was all too familiar with this mode of public transportation. During his absence it had become even more of a cesspool than he had remembered; occupied and frequently used by the homeless and the occasional unruly teenager.

For once Marcus had been on time--early even, uncomfortably falling asleep in a vacant seat while waiting for his comrade. Only to be rudely woken up by two chatty women. Casting a leer at the pair before yawning and stretching lazily. These two were out of place--their attire was a dead giveaway, it differed from those who frequented the transit. Marcus, on the other hand, fit right in. Sporting a jersey style tank top that could only be described as worn, the color and logo of the team it represented wasn’t recognizable due to being tattered, torn, and faded. Beneath that was long sleeved spandex-like material, which could have been mistaken as a thermal, black in color. Below that was a pair of gray baggy sweatpants, stained with blood and other unimaginable bodily fluid, resting underneath was a bottom matching the long sleeved undergarment. But his shoes were pristine, white and high top.

Marcus’ black hair was greased and slicked back, his facial hair was unkempt but didn’t amount to anything other than five o’clock shadow. Although half awake, his gaze was a fiery orange, his blackened scleras only detailed the hue even more. Marcus’ complexion was bordering translucent, his veins were prominent, as they pumped a darkened liquid that shared a resemblance of tar. His teeth were akin to daggers and quite noticeable whenever he spoke.

Retrieving a reappropriated cigar from his pants pocket, he’d place it between his lips and light it. Exhaling a large column of smoke into the air which filled the small space with the stench of potent cannabis. Coughing here and there from a particularly lethal toke. Fitting right in with the stereotype. ”Ay, ain’t you the b*h from the Ball?”** Marcus added to their conversation. Sitting across his lap was a baseball bat, embedded with large nails, written across the base of the weapon in sharpee was “Batus Gigantis”, styled in a graffiti type font.

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Intro

Unlike the female members of his team, Grakav had not undergone any sort of costume change.

They simply didn’t make human clothing in his size, or shape.

However, the hulking Serpentine did not come entirely out of character; having acquired some signage for his massive blade, the *Vis’st’oks**. A couple pieces of dingy cardboard had been taped to either side of the sword, clearly two halves of an old pizza box. Scrawled across the greasy outward-facing innards:

Repent, the END is nigh!

The brackish, red, lettering was...Unsettling. But that was hardly anything out of the usual for Grakav, whos broad body was draped in a suit of literal flesh*. The grisly attire creaked softly with his every stride, like leather, and the overhead lights reflected all the many shades of green across his scaly skin. He allowed his mighty weapon to trail behind him; the metal sparking as it drug along the station floor. Nearby, and yet kept carefully distant from the sword, his meaty tail swung back-and-forth with each step.

All in all, Grakav was a giant; his frame nearer to seven feet tall than six, and every bit of that looked to be solid muscle. Being mostly snake, and topped by a decidedly inhuman head, there still appeared to be some cold intelligence behind his slitted eyes. A primitive creature, but far from stupid.

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Stance - Coiling Threat

Devotion - 0

Gullet - Fetish of Vis’st

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Vis'st'oks :: In its natural form, the Vis'st'oks is a Fullblade approximately six-and-a-half feet in length; from its pommel, to its points. The blade itself has been non-traditionally forged in the likeness of a forked-tongue; with its dual-points angling away from the swords edges, and thus giving the far end of the Vis'st'oks a wider profile than the rest of its blade. However, because of this, the sword lacks a "thrusting point"; with the forked ends meeting in the middle to form an inward V-shape. The blade, from guard to where the points begin to fan, is approximately 12in wide; with the distance between its points being closer to 22in, and the "V" at its furthest point being approximately 8in deep. To offset the sheer size of the weapon, its haft accounts for approximately 20in; having been reinforced both physically, and magically, to make it combat viable. The process that was used to forge the Vis'st'oks has been lost to time, but the metal has all the durability of tool-grade steels and yet retains an exceptionally sharp edge; its surface blending in waves similar to Damascas, but with shades of color teasing themselves to visibility in the shifting light. The weapon weighs approximately 10lbs, and features a bladed pommel; roughly shaped like a spade, with its mirror edges brought to a point. See Stances below for all other weapon configurations, and notes.

Manflesh :: Literally the flayed skin of homo sapiens; treated, and magically hardened, to function in much the same capacity as leather armor. Grakav's scaly hide serves a similar purpose, but the Manflesh also acts as a clothing of sorts. Besides the more mundane aspects of its nature, the macabre outfit also strikes a sort of fear into other sentient creatures; especially humans, half-humans, or pseudo-humans (elves, and creatures that appear similar to humans). The effect isn't mind-numbing, but the normalcy with which Grakav wears the Manflesh is absolutely unsettling to other creatures; tantamount to being noticeably unnerved. This effect is to be handled at the discretion of the individual affected. Includes: a sleeveless tunic, a thigh-length Pteruges, bracers, thigh, and ankle guards. Each piece appears to have been tattooed, or perhaps branded, with serpent motifs; the snakes coiling around, and around, and giving the illusion of independent motion as Grakav moves.

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Namine stared right into the shark's everted maw, unfazed by Kae's display. Perhaps, she had seen something like it before, either in this life or one of her others. It couldn't have been much worse than having your very being turned inside out, at any rate. She was more concerned with the black stains on her stockings, and infuriated at Fasumbra's command rune sealing off her ability to keep them supernaturally clean.

"I prefer Kobold Slayer," the shadow nymph suggested.

Namine literally shook when she heard that cutting word, her knife ears at full attention. She could feel .. no, taste, Kae's indignation, and reacted accordingly. She turned towards Marcus, taking one step forward before she caught the arrival of the pretzel fondler.

She felt a sudden sense of intimacy as their minds joined, only to be cut down by again by another cruel remark! (+1 Dread on Gustave) Namine continued to close the distance, even as the train accelerated, striding forward as her tendrils alternated between the hanging straps.

Pausing for a moment as she acknowledged Kae's members passing to her sides, she responded by mirroring her ally yet again. Channeling a short shadow spear in her left hand, about three feet long, she stepped forward and rotated clockwise, launching the spear at Gustave's right bicep; her left tendril skipping forward to yet another strap.

Completing the motion, she would then fold her hands into a prayer position with her right tendril looming overhead, and face towards Marcus, her left shoulder between her and Gustave. She caught something unappetizing in the corner of her vision -- what appeared to be a hunk of moldy, half-eaten Gaian cheese under the occupied seat.

"There's some cheese on the floor!" Namine beamed at the two gentlemen. Maybe, they'd be rotten just like it, soon enough.

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> Gustave @ 1 Dread > > Natalis’s psionics are intimately connected to her target and generate Dread stacks upon certain conditions, usually physical contact. She may accrue up to 15 stacks, with no more than 3 per turn. > > Dread stacks unspent don’t manifest as much, other than negative emotions and visual distortions, the scale and scope of which grows as her prey increases their Dread. > > Namine’s Fear is a conceptual observation of Death and bypasses normal Fear immunity. > > Namine can only grow Dread on 1 target at time. If she KOs her opponent in a team scenario, she may transfer half of her Dread total to a new target. > > > > Shadow Spear [Projectile, CD-3T] > > Namine materializes a spear of eldritch essence in her hand and throws it, inflicting mild necrotic damage and generating 2 Dread on a hit. If the spear remains inside the opponent’s body after wounding them, it generates 1 Dread per turn until physically removed or its duration expires. Lasts two turns.

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”Did you remember my ch---you stupid ******] A vine of some sort attacked his pretzel! Knocking it off his chest and onto the disgusting floor of the subway. Another then sought to wrap itself around the baseball bat adorning his lap--Marcus immediately slid across the seat and lept into action. Scooting away from the vine with his baseball bat in hand and taking cover behind Gustave. His shield would prove to be advantageous in the small confines of the train.

”spooky thot cziri” Wrote:

> She caught something unappetizing in the corner of her vision -- what appeared to be a hunk of moldy, half-eaten Gaian cheese under the occupied seat. > > > > "There's some cheese on the floor!" Namine beamed at the two gentlemen.

Peek-a-thot!

Marcus popped up over Gustave’s right shoulder and hucked his baseball bat directly at the somewhat distracted woman. Hoping the weight of the top end would force it to rotate completely and crack her right in the dome. The wooden object itself would hurt quite a bit, but the nails would certainly leave a mark. As soon as the object left Marcus’ right arm, it began to shift into something repulsive. If the two women had been paying close enough attention they would notice a slight difference in the shape, but nothing too out of the ordinary.

Uno.

”Scalar Warfare” Wrote:

”Spooky Mittens” Wrote:

Insanity**: 3/10.

[+1 Insanity for combat post, -1 Insanity for activation of the Kraken’s Maw.]

What is in a name? That which we call a rose...

=>Guard Break!<=

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That Kae's right lash had only succeeded its feint and not the followup juke of Marcus' bat did not bother her much; after all, it was a matter of principle. Mess with the Rose, get the thorns. Denied his snack and sent cowering behind his teammate, things were off to a good start - no less because the guy tossed it soon after at Namine, or as was more likely, to Namine. Retracting her lashes a few feet to reposition, Kae chose not to pursue Marcus with it, instead abandoning both their attacks in the face of Gustave hunkering down behind his shield. This much was hardly surprising.

Dropping the hentai for later consumption, the symbiote waded into the fight herself now, striding confidently down the right side of the corridor, leaning into the last of the train's acceleration. Unperturbed by its shudders and jerks, nonetheless it made her body jiggle in all the right ways. Secretly she hoped the nymph had a moment to watch. In fact... Kae intended to give her more than just a moment. Her left lash recoiled from a failed strike with the spear, handing it off into the kimono-clad Helvetian's grip, and instead joined its twin in the same prayer-like motion that Namine held with her hands.

But in the absence of dark gods and unspeakable horrors, it instead brought forth life. Bulging, over-developed life - thick, fibrous, knotty... unworkable. It was, however, good at one thing: being heavy as hell. Hunkered down behind his shield in a crouch and hemmed in by the very narrow space Gustave intended to control, he'd have time to see, but not avoid, what was coming next. At the end of Kae's supernaturally strong vines, mutually held in a spiderweb grip, a gargantuan mass of gnarled rosewood nearly 2 cubic feet in volume whipped around the fulcrum point of a steel pole and crashed straight into the top half of his shield. It'd probably not crumple the metal... but it'd crumple his face... and send both him and the coward hiding behind him sprawling to the grimy subway floor or braining themselves on the various handrails and poles jutting out.

That was just the pop of the can opener, though. She wanted the meaty tuna inside... which she'd fish out utilizing the long spear in her hand to punish the once-again exposed Marcus along his left side or gut from a safe distance while he lay prone or staggered.

"I want you to relish this opportunity." Kae sighed, but the subject of address remained ambiguous.

By any other name would smell as sweet!

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Parasite Coverage

50%

Mode

Femme Fatale

Configuration

Flexible mesh holding up clothes that have no right staying on.

Gravitic Charges

[x][x][x]

Passive Abilities:

[Queen of Blades] - Dormant

Active Abilities:

Weapon Generation - Per Femme Fatale template.

1 - 10 ft x 1in diameter spear - Striking Marcus' left ribs or abdomen!

2 - Large mass of gnarled wood, just under 2 cu. ft. 110 pounds. - Striking Gustave's shield!

[Vine Lash] - Two available per Femme Fatale template.

1 - Active, striking! Holding one side of large wooden tumor.

2 - Active, striking! Holding other side of large wooden tumor.

Post Damage Summary/Reasoning

Kae stops pretending that she can continue reading her smut, and decides to actually help Namine soften up the opposition. She remains unharmed for the moment.

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Spooky Mittens Wrote:

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Edited: Added Mana, Spells Prep,Objects Summoned Section.

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Escaped Convict...

KARNE DIVIL...Escaping His Past

Introduction: Zero Sum Game

Bluish grey smoke seeped from the ventilation from the subway car's far side. A thicc miasma consuming the image of the subway car's interior. A product of magic, the haze swirled in denial of the cabin's draft, clearly directed by the will...of being beyond visibility. Magical prowess in full display, announcing the arrival of the long awaited opponents. The third round of this momentous reunion was about to begin.

Light sneaking through the blue hued haze revealed a thinning in a once thicc veil. The mage's influence fading into complete dismissal, the haze departing with it.

Seated upon a bench mounted to the cabin walls, a pale skinned man sat comfortably, crinkled newspaper in hand. Strands of his white hair falling over dull grey irises, as his gaze shifted from the local news to the pair of strangers. Of the two, the serpentine creature was in sharp contrast to expectations. It's leather armor substituting cow's hide for what Karne could only assume, was human flesh. A massive scaly body, dragging behind it a massive tail and a unorthodox sword. Repulsive Karne's eyes pulling back, attention fell upon the articles within the crinkled newspaper. Flipping through the pages, the mage sat casually, waiting.

Dressed in the style of the 20th century, Karne wore a blend of cottons, silks and cashmere. The mage offering a hint of sophistication to the battlefield with his dress-wear. A white button up silk shirt, paired with black cashmere suit trousers, that matched perfectly with complimenting black leather shoes and a crisp pair of white cotton socks. "Well I suppose, it is about that time" declared the mage, folding the newspaper and resting it upon the seat. Once hidden by the pages of the crinkled paper, a black trench coat is revealed, hanging over the armrest of the bench. The mage's favorite drill coat no more than a short reach away.

Mana: 45/55

Spells Prep: Zero

Objects Summoned: Zero