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“Hmph. Alright. Don’t get into the habit of ordering me around. I’m not your errand boy,” Kraken muttered mutinously before heading back towards the open window. His iron and copper tentacles latched onto the outside wall of the hospitals and helped him clamber out of the room like some massive spider. Remembering something important, Kraken peeked his head back into the window just as Banna lunged forward to attack the newcomer. “Hey, by the way… MY NAME ISN’T SPARKY, IT’S KRAKEN!” Having screeched that in a slightly flustered, yet sufficiently angry voice, Kraken then let himself drop down to the bottom of the hospital and began heading down the road towards the bank on foot at a brisk pace.
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“Correct. We chatted briefly but I’ve never actually met him,” Skvaada responded to the troll sitting next to her. Another chime alerted Skvaada to a reply from Trollian. A careful flick of the screen revealed crackedGlass’s response. Apparently, whoever she had been trolling her earlier was now heading over to Zembra’s hive for the impromptu party.
<deathSurvival has begun trolling steadfastStitches>
DS: hello anyone Who is Out there.
SS: Hell0 there, I d0 n0t believe we haave c0nversed bef0re. I aam currently aattending aa paarty but perhaaps we c0uld te%t laater
DS: will be to the party shortly just waiting on a quick response from someone then will be on my way and we can talk then.
SS: Aalright, I will see y0u there
<steadfaststitches has ceased trolling deathSurvival>With that out of the way, she could now focus on whatever her fellow party-goers were up to at the moment. This included Stutle putting away a vile, disgusting sopor pie and honking. Such honking. It was more than a little eerie but the highblood soon stopped, and clearly deemed it unnecessary to unleash some sort of purple-blooded rage or chucklevoodoos on the group. Thank the Empress for small mercies. Skvaada let out a deep breath, blowing one part of her dyed bangs out of her face as she twisted about in the couch. Zembra had a lot of colors for hair-dying and she was curious about which ones Stutle would use. She almost opened her mouth to suggest one, but decided to take a “wait-and-see” approach.
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Banna’s proposition was met with a disbelieving look. “Do you really expect me to go on errands for some junkie I’ve never met before?” Kraken’s wiry tentacles at this point had begun to explore the room, tossing aside the pillows on the hospital bed and in general, expanding to take up as much room as possible. Geez, this wrestler broad was really asking a lot, wasn’t she? With a derisive click of his teeth, Kraken’s face became a little more serious and focused as he considered the benefits of having a powerful ally. He was new to the world of crime, so it might be useful to have a companion. At worst, she looked like she could serves as a great distraction or lug around all of the bags of loot he had stolen. “Fine. Fine, it’s not like I have anything else to do. I’m assuming your venom is in a metal container, right? You’re going to seriously owe me for this… Any idea where you’ve lost it? Or are you planning on having me go on a freakin’ Easter Egg hunt?”
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“The Kraken” blinked a bit as shards of glass from the broken window littered the hospital room floor, tinkling like tiny Christmas bells. Inside was a HUGE, angry wrestler chick wearing next to no clothes. Honestly, did that even count as “clothed”? A faint blush tinted the tips of his ears and cheeks but the blue mask he wore did a decent job of covering the incriminating evidence. A young kid was also present, but got quickly escorted out of the room by a nurse. This caused the supervillain to grin toothily. It was good to know he was feared by at least one of the occupants of the room. “The name’s Kraken,” Cody responded, giving his new alter-ego title. “And I seem to have lost my way to your …delicious backup generator. Mind being useful and giving me a tour Miss….?” His smile and the menacing way each clawed tentacle snapped and clicked made it clear that the tour was non-optional. Yes, this woman looked strong. In fact, she oozed strength out of every pore and fiber of her being. One arm was twice the width of his thigh, and she could easily snap his spine in two, but he had POWERS and was confident that he could take out someone relying purely on brute force.
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A soft chime from her husktop alerted Skvaada to a series of incoming messages from Trollian. Pulling her HUSKTOP out from one of her captchalogue cards, the high blood sat the machine on her lap and squinted curiously at the texts. One was from nightwolf, and the other from a troll she had ‘t met before.
She paused a moment, delicately chewing on the tip of her fingernail before deciding to be social. A quick clatter of yellow fingernails against the chitinous keyboard and her short reply was sent:
<deathSurvival has begun trolling steadfastStitches>
DS: hello anyone Who is Out there.
SS: Hell0 there, I d0 n0t believe we haave c0nversed bef0re. I aam currently aattending aa paarty but perhaaps we c0uld te%t laaterWith that message sent, the indigo blood gently closed the husktop case, taking care not to warp the exoskeleton. Once that was finished, Skvaada turned her attention back on the present party-goers only to see that Kolarabi had finished her sketch of the current trolls and was beginning the sketch of an unfamiliar troll.
“These drawings are quite good. Whom is this troll going to be?” She asked, hovering overhead slightly.
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Skvaada tore her gaze away from Kyria and Stutle, a deep indigo colored hue blossoming across her cheeks and onto the tips of her pointed ears at the possessive display. “Oh my…” Feeling more than a little uncomfortable from the public display of affection and the slight trickle of perspiration that had started up again, she immediately began looking around for some sort of distraction. “This is so depraved,” the indigo blood murmured to herself, not sure if she was talking about Kyria’s actions or her own reaction to the kiss.
Her eyes landed on the low-blood who seemed to have a similarly embarrassed reaction and her drawing. She decided to crane her neck over slightly in order to get a better look, but made sure to remain silent so as not to alert/disturb Kolarabi.
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Wyvern, gripping a long war scythe in both hands, glared at the wooden dummy standing out in the grassy field a few yards away right where Wyvwen had left it. Clad in a simple iron chestplate and helmet, the block of wood returned the look with a sightless stare. After taking a brief moment to judge the distance between himself and his target, Wyvern sprinted forward towards the dummy as fast as his human form’s legs would allow.
“Wyv–,” he shouted, drawing out the ‘v’ sound as his arms and waist twisted the long halberd behind his back as far as possible. The sharp keratin blade of the polearm began to glow a dim radioactive green color and drip a noxious acidic goo. The viscous liquid hissed and smoked as it dropped onto the grass below. Wyvern continued running at his opponent.
“—rend!!” Flinging the majority of his weight behind the war scythe, Wyvern swung the blade across his body flinging a few stray droplets of acid about wantonly. The force of the swing spun the young dragon around, building up momentum. After two full rotations, the dummy was in range of the attack. He slashed the dummy with a great diagonal gash from shoulder to hip before jumping backwards.
Panting slightly from the effort behind that last attack, Wyvern looked at his motionless opponent to see that the metal chestplate had been torn open and was bubbling agitatedly along the cut edges. “Yes! My first named attack!” Wyvern crowed in celebration. Beneath the melting chestpiece a single gash was scored into the wood. A shallow cut by anyone’s standards. Noticing this, Wyvern’s face fell slightly. More practice would be in order.
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You did very well, I will say, shouting the name of an attack is NOT a smart idea. I will award you with a B-, because you did execute it brilliantly but the extra descriptions (for the dummy) were unnecessary as it doesn’t move. This kind of detail works best for moving targets. Good Job though. Move tot he next one. -
Outside of the subway tunnel, a small amount of pandemonium was beginning to brew as civilians complained about the city-wide lack of power The street shop windows and their normally inviting, flashy signs grew dim and dark much to Cody’s delight. A nasally voice coming across at the police radio’s frequency warned the villain about an approaching squad car. Without hesitation, he banked a sharp turn into the now dark alleyways to avoid running into law enforcement. This was all just too easy!
He grinned toothily before crouching behind a dumpster out of sight and planning his next move. The security cameras normally placed outside ATM machines were likely to be down, making them easy targets. The police office likely had a backup generator and some fellow criminals to be released, but would be a harder mark. Alternatively, the hospital likely had a backup generator as well and much less security.
Ha! While I’m there, I could even steal some morphine. I bet that’d fetch a pretty penny on the black market,” he thought to himself, snapping his fingers. With a plan made up, the supervilain began to head over towards the hospital, making sure not to miss any opportunity to chase down local citizens he came across and violently mug them of their valuables. By the time he reached the hospital, he had amassed a nice stash of credit cards, wallets and jewelry. He’d really need to get some underlings to carry all of this treasure for him, next time he went out on a romp like this.
Cody used his clawed tentacles to scramble up onto the hospital’s roof, and then began to creep across the top, searching for any large electrical fields that would indicate the generator’s presence. Unfortunately, the field was too faint to pin-point. Maybe they were keeping it in the basement? Hissing to himself, the villain made his way over to the side of one of the hospital’s wall, found a likely window and brutally smashed the glass before letting himself inside.
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Skvaada blinked at the appearance of the Troll Nicholas Cage shrine box, not for the first time at a complete loss as to what to say. Gingerly, she picked up the poster as though it was a slitherbeast and glanced over it trying to see the appeal, staring deeply into the two dimensional figure of Nicholas Cage. Nope. She still could not see the appeal of the rugged, manly troll. At this time, a new troll appeared in the doorway, and greeted everyone in the room. The jadeblood sitting next to her promptly reacted antagonistically, and Skvaada’s pointed ears perked up at the phrase, “purple blood scum”, giving the newcomer a curious glance.
She promptly dropped the poster like it was heavy right back into the box where it came from and leapt from the couch, slightly embarrassed to have been caught anywhere near all that Nic Cage stuff. “Oh, highblood! Do you require any assistance? Excuse me, I was just–” The rainbow drinker appeared to recognize the purpleblood as her entire demeanor changed. Although Skvaada was initially prepared to defend the landdwelling highblood at all costs, it seemed rather rude to just butt in to something potentially caliginous unasked. Deciding to wait for them to either strife or deal with their conflict before introducing herself, she gave the new troll an acknowledging nod before glancing over at Kolarabi who was packing up all the romance movies and staking swigs of that vile liquid, Faygo.
“That’s a shame, are you done for the night? I thought you liked that sort of …stuff,” she spoke dismissively, while hiding her dismay. There was no way she was going to acknowledge that she liked all of that frivolous drivel!
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Skvaada grinned to herself as she watched the screen and Nicholas Cage come out of the brief tussule, triumphantly. “He did warn you. He warned you about putting that bunny in the box,” she chuckled under her breath before letting herself enjoy the rest of the movie.
Of course, she couldn’t help but be surprised by Kyria’s dramatic outburst. Her sunglasses nearly fell off in shock! She was in love with Nic Cage!? But Troll John Cusack was a much better character! “Kyria, what–? Is this your first time seeing this movie?”
The soft chime of pesterchum distracted her from the troll currently blocking the screen and swooning over Troll Nicholas Cage. “Hmm? Are more people showing up!? Who’s this new troll?” She asked, grabbing a fistful of snacks and munching on them delicately.
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“Oh, are you dying Kolarabi’s hair now?” Skvaada asked, dabbing away the last bits of dilute indigo fluid away from her eyes. That movie was a complete and utter tragedy. Quite a step up from the dreaded inane nonsense she expected to find in a romance movie.There was even a bit of action in it too! Of course, she could have enjoyed it more if a certain troll hadn’t kept distracting her by repeating every line word for word and squirming around on the seat like a wriggler. The lusus attacked again, causing a great big bump as it thudded against the glass floor. Giving up all attempts to continue to pay attention to the screen, after all, the good part was over anyway, she turned and peeked around the edge of the couch to observe how the hair was coming along. “Huh, looking nice.” Remembering her promise to share snacks, Skvaada pulled a BAG OF SNACKS (3) containing dried nuts, berries and fruits along with some trail mix from her sylladex.”Please feel free to help yourself if you want some.”
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The rebuke of her outrageous hair dye color choice made the indigo blood blink with surprise. Not only had she met someone else who seemed to care about the hemospectrum, but Kyria was absolutely right: she was behaving incredibly improperly just for the fun of it. But what was more thrilling? Acting scandalously or getting chastised for said behavior? She was about to respond asking just what if anything Kyria planned to do about it when the jade-blood smirked deviously and pulled her closer. Oh fudge blast it all, now she couldn’t even get away without potentially causing some bruises or worse. Not that she really thought she was capable of doing more than squeak in surprise before falling into a stunned stupor.
Once she came to, the reality of what had nearly occurred hit her. Kyria was a rainbow drinker! The indigo blood shivered a bit, heart continuing to race at the thought that she had succumbed to her deviousness so easily and been just a hair’s breadth from getting bitten instead of–no, that thought was getting shelved immediately! She pulled a handkerchief out from her captachalogue and dabbed at her face, while trying to contain her rage at getting nearly attacked. This gave her the opportunity to listen to Kolarabi talk and hear Kyria’s story. Well, it was hard to stay angry after a tale like that. And it sounded like Kyria didn’t prey on innocents. But even if she didn’t mean to be a monster, her very existence was dangerous to other trolls! No matter how much control she may have over her thirst, just one tiny slip up and—hhrk. That sounded familiar. … Sweet Jegus, Kyria looked miserable.
Skvaada added, “You have Kolarabi, you made them pay and you are still alive to the tale after so many unspeakable horrors. Those are all quite admirable accomplishments. But–,” she trailed off for a moment, hesitating before continuing with a slightly mischievous smile, “you ARE definitely pathetic. You have a more than adequate amount of pathos. “
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Attack Name: Wyvrend
Limitations: This is a basic yet potentially powerful attack learned by wrymkin in the early stages of adult life. This attack uses up energy and repeated use can quickly fatigue the user. This attack can not be used consecutively and can not be successfully used on opponents in close quarters (within 4-5 feet).
Description: The user spins towards an opponent, building up momentum and then lashes out with a bladed weapon, slicing diagonally from the shoulder to the opposite hip of a target. While using this attack, the weapon is temporarily coated with a caustic toxin which begins to degrade metal objects. Metal objects hit by this attack which are not cleansed in water or with purification magic will begin to melt and become wholly reduced to misshapen globs of metal within 3 minutes.
The melee attack itself deals only a little more damage than a normal slicing attack.
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Terezi- Normally I would want a little more detail, for example is this attack in the air or on the ground. For that lack of knowledge, this gets a B+.
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After a few moments of glorious power, the current running through the underground power cables began to ebb and eventually shut down completely. The villain angrily threw down the cables in disgust, wondering why his power source suddenly dried up. It didn’t take too long for him to feel the source of the disturbance echoing back to him like a bat’s sonar: humans loaded with electrical supplies. A few moments later, the harsh glow of two heavy duty flashlights illuminated his non-human appearance.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing down here? It’s dangerous, standing so close to a failed power line!”
The Kraken clicked his teeth in irritation at this so-called “concern” for his well-being, and immediately grappled the unsuspecting repairmen, using mechanical appendages to hoist them bodily into the air, giving them a brief but painful electric shock to let them know he meant business. “Where did all of the power go!?”
“They, the plant had to shut it off so we could repair the power line,” he responded still gasping a bit from the painful attack. That answer had evidently enraged the villain even further because the mechanical tentacles squeezed tighter.
“Then where can I go to get some more? Where is the nearest power source? Answer me!” This time, the other repair-man wasted no time in his response, “You’d have to find a backup generator. The asylum and police station have one.”
Cody laughed, “If you think I’m going to go turn myself into the asylum… but that backup generator sounds like a good idea. And what villain misses a chance to mess with the police ?” Releasing the two repairmen, he started to head down the underground pathways towards the exit of the metro. Calling back to the two civilians, he cackled, “Well, better get to work boys. The sooner you fix that thing, the sooner the electric buffet opens again, right? Heheh.”
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