In Character Game Thread (Depricated)

[Panda]

Nanako

The squirrel girl nodded, latching on to the plan and looking around the field for a moment. As Justice took off, she spotted a decently large boulder, somehow spared the devastation around it, or perhaps uncovered by it. An idea hatched in Nanako's head with a wide smirk before she zipped over to it, the pieces falling into place.

"DORYA!" came the roundhouse kick, shattering the boulder into shrapnel and sending it flying into the air a bit below Justice's path, just in time for the swarm of angels to rise up like stars chasing an errant comet. Whether the shrapnel would be enough to do the shining warriors in was of no concern to her, Nanako instead falling forward, and catching herself on her fingertips before launching herself off them at full speed towards the head of the host, outspeeding her own shrapnel by a wide margin as she brought both boots slamming into the angel's face. Before the momentum could carry her out of the swarm, however, she crouched upon the angel's face before launching herself at another angel, and another, launching blows at whatever passed as she bounced around seemingly with no rhyme or reason, dodging what she could she as practically flew around.

Then the shrapnel arrived, and if the squirrel girl was unpredictable before, now she would be frenzied chaos manifest, mere fingertips or the toes of her boots providing enough purchase on the rubble to launch herself in new directions as she did her best to stifle the advance of the heavenly host.

[Kotomine_Rin]

Metatron

"...I don't know. I never could understand him. I simply spoke his will." He looked down melancholically, with a bitter expression. Yes, of course. He had been so foolish. All this time...

"But for my sake, I must give it a shot." He caught her hand, accepting her friendship, her help. To think it would be so easy to rely on another. He had to smile. "Thank you, Morningstar." His other hand flashed forward in a hurling thrust, with trained fingers ready to gouge her heart.

He had no need for words. For a flawed creation. He'd fix all of this for his own sake, putting his self on the line, using his self as the weapon to destroy this evil.

[Bern]

Lucy

Her face brigthened like a thousand suns reaching the end of their life, friendship could truly overcome any hurdle. Yes that the lesson, te one lesson Father........

And the hand came for her heart, rending her friendship in half, her love in half, and Father's love in half. Rending everything they stood for in half like the desperation of a man abandoned by his maker and even abandoned by the world itself. His rage and sorrow, it reached her, touched her very core and tore her heart out.

"Father would be so dissapointed."

She didn't stop him, despite her blinding sword at the ready, she didn't even stop him.

She accepted him.

[Kotomine_Rin]

Metatron

"OUT OF MY WAY!" He roared with nothing more than pure hate in his words, the blood of the archangel spilled all over his arm as he literally clawed at her heart. That damn traitor, doing this bore him no satisfaction, none at all! Why couldn't it listen!? He swung his arm away and cast the angel aside like a rock, roaring in pain as he ripped her heart out. No, it wasn't him who was in pain, it was his world. His system, he designed so meticulously, so perfectly, over the years. Her presence just made the logic error more glaring, and the world couldn't handle it.

He had no enjoyment in his task, but he had to ensure Archangels did not diverge from their path. He smiled and cackled madly. Yes, yes! Of course! He still had time, he could still fix this. He was bleeding, everything was hurting. Why? Why? That's right. The commandment, yes, he couldn't harm another of his kin. Was he going to die now? Oh god, oh no, oh no. What had he done what had he done. He had to do this, had to finish quick. Then, he could transfer his memories to another one, yes, yes, that should do it. But he had to be quick.

His whole body was breaking down while the logic errors just kept accumulating, eroding him.

"Hehehe. I can still fix this. I have to fix this. Don't worry Asmy, it's alright. I'm alright. Everything will be alright. Hey Father, it hurts, are you watching? I've been fighting this for so long, now I will avenge you. It hurts, it really hurts. My long vigil will end. Hehe...hahahaha..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

An Archangel's wings were a manifestation of one's godly power. But more than that, they were a tool of control, a path that networked them all to the same hive-mind. And as the Voice of God, he was tasked with its upkeep as well. Through paths, memories could be transferred over upon death, rendering them immortal and ensuring that their powers were not lost. They could entrust upon another.

Of course, not everything had to be carried over. He could place memories elsewhere, ensure that they would not be transferred through the network. Troublesome emotions and discoveries that could undo all of his efforts had to be purged. But he could not erase completely, only gate-keep them.

"That's right... this system was nothing more than a way to control others. And now, I have the key. Me! Hahaha! He trusted me! They trusted me all! So I can't fail them! I can't lose to a goddamn memory..."

The walls flickered, and the void of creation faded, exposing the inner workings of this world, this simulation of creation. The whole time, they had been fighting in an empty room. An empty room that was nothing more than a collection of machinery, cold alien wiring and unfeeling lights, the hearth of technological and divine power condensed. And he moved to the terminal, a gigantic computer. And he began to tap madly at its buttons, typing commands after commands in an attempt to salvage what he could.

[Kotomine_Rin]

Asmael

He struggled, moved his wings as hard as he could, clenched his teeth and finally managed to open his hands. The fall was too much, but he didn't give up, even when it felt like his bones were about to snap. "Come ooooooooooonnnn!!!!!!!!!!"

And suddenly, a miracle opened up to him. His wings grew, jet black members stretched and twisted into magnificent wings, stretched fat beyond the skies. "Woah!" And while he first struggled to so much as twitch his wings, he beat them now with such might and elegance that the clouds made way for him, and immediately soared back up with a single flap. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He tried to control his flight, but he was just flinging himself all over the place, flapping with such power while darkness turned the sky into a pure night. Only after a few more flaps did he finally gain control, and gasped.

This felt... exhilarating! Who know that flying could feel like this! But his overjoyed face quickly turned to a frown, and he shook his head and looked all over.

"Tch, I need to find Aruna quick. Where could she be?!"

[YOLF]

Justice

Half of the angels set to fall on him were caught in the hurricane blur of Nanako's rush, outstripping even Justice's ability to respond properly. He was already twisting in mid-air before the rest of the swarm brought their holy speartips and blinding edges to bear, avoiding a dozen strokes at his head like a leaf turning in the wind.

Angelic weapons screamed against the flat of Justice's blade, diverted by an arcing sweep that ripped through half of their owners in instant; the handcannon roared in succession as the rider spun, blowing the helms off five more soldiers along with part of their skulls. Justice touched the ground and in a heartbeat blasted off it straight into another column.

One shot slammed a blade back, opening the angel to a maiming chop before Justice ducked under a stab. Gritting his teeth, he rolled between a barrage of sanctified blows, catching weapons with decisive clangs against his sword and glancing screeches against his armor, each bullet placed right after an attack blasting another soldier back or blowing out a limb.

No salvation awaited those who fell to the rider. Their very presence in such numbers a scourge upon the fabric of the earth, they had regardless of their intentions brought a bane with no equal down on their heads. Every lethal blow struck by Absolution and Pity made death not an inconvenience, but an undeniable certainty. And they knew it, as soon as Justice spilled their blood. No celestial right, no covenant of heaven could prevent their deaths if he took their heads.

The fact did not make him hesitate. All that mattered was that he stop this. The enforcer of the Creator, though he did not fight alone, closed his heart to all else.

Blood and light sprayed in the air and painted the ground, and Justice advanced inexorably towards the shell, where unbeknownst to him, a battle of wills and hearts to shake heaven and hell was taking place.

[Bern]

Lucy

"There's something you're misunderstanding here. Something beyond the sad state of this world."

Yup, she was there alright. Right behind him, looking even spunky than before and missing a hole throuh her chest as well. There couldn't be a hole if there hadn't been one after all.

It was disgusting, these machines degraded the beauty of creation to mere numbers, but most of all was this pathetic little man trying to clamor to the last breadcrumbs of a meal finished long ago.

"Since when were you under the impression I was from your world?"

[Umbra of Chaos]

Piece

The aggression was so fortunate. Like a spider the pawn had clambered about bases and outposts, vanishing just before the salvo of lasers struck buildings and reduced them to rubble. It took Piece quite a while to find what it sought. After all, if the explosives could not do any damage it would simply need something a bit larger.

In the ruins of a smoldering Armacham research facility the world sang to it that the servant had found its target. Even with all its stealth and trickery these people were just too prepared. Turrets, scanners, ever watchful eyes and weapons which could rend its body apart, the expertise to counter it should its first attempt fail. But of course a stream of deadly blasts against a stationary target made things far easier. The shadow crept through cracks and rubble, carefully slitting the throats of the few survivors as the angel's aggression stopped just in time. It picked through the lab like a scavenger would a carcass, examining and grabbing things before it finally found what it was looking for. "Hello there. Now what in the world were they planning to do with such a dangerous toy..."

Oh they were coming. Guns, and vehicles, and the wrath of men. But Piece would leave no tracks, and it was hardly its concern whose the ATC would blame. Instead it vanished with the prototype and everything related to it in tow.

And it was back. There were angels and fire, a rider and a squirrel, but none of that really mattered now. "This show wasn't so bad, not so bad at all! Everything came together in a messy slaughter, barely holding together and without any setup. Buildup and climaxes all bursting out at once for people barely worth knowing. Tsk tsk, very sloppy. I'm surprised my master hasn't lost interest entirely. Kyahahahaha!"

The gun opened with a hiss, the pulsating dark mana battery seeming on the very edge of exploding as Piece crammed it into the chamber. "Only an idiot would call not so bad a good show. But you'd watch a not so bad show if it came on, wouldn't you?" The entire weapon hummed with power as it prepared to expend the entire mana battery into a concentrated beam that could blast into even a legendary defense. "Congratulations, Asmael! You've shown us so much fanfare, but it's time for the prologue to end." If a sneer could be heard, the mocking contempt in the pawn's voice fit it perfectly.

"Go gather dust back in your master's box." It pulled the trigger, and with a horrific screech the prototype weapon let loose a howling blast directly at one of the eyes.

[Kotomine_Rin]

The Eternal Punishment


"Why....fight....?" The coccoon asked a simple question, no less innocently than a child. His eyes looked at the two so curiously, like a child looking at insects eating eachother. Why were red things falling off from the white critters? Why did they make these sounds? Why were these two looking at him like that? Scary, so scary. He was scared, but curious. Like someone who looks at fire for the first time, he wanted to touch it to see how it felt.

His eyes glowed and readied their light, shyly, nervously. But before he could touch the two, an explosive beam slammed straight into his eye, blowing it out with shattering force.


Metatron

Had to fix this. Had to fix this. Had to... had to... Oh no. "What!?" His eyes widened, and his knees gave out in shock. His whole body trembled, the screen filled with all of the divine equations, ancient formulas that kept the entire system of Asmael's angelic paths... it crashed.

He pressed a button. Over. And over. But nothing happened. He just stood there, his expression as blank as the screen.

"I don't care what world you're from! Your actions don't matter to that thing, only your name! As long as you both exist in the same world, he is bound to find out! His grace will be lost!" He punched the terminal in sheer rage, again and again and again. And suddenly, something most bizarre happened. The screen cracked.

There was nothing he could do. This had to be a dream, just a bad dream.

But he knew, that if this were a dream, then the nightmare would begin once he awakened.

More cracks appeared on the screen.

"Do you really hate us so much that you won't even listen to our pleas?"


The Eternal Punishment

Pain. Pain. So much pain. It hurt, it hurt so much. He gasped, tried to run, but he couldn't He couldn't move, couldn't escape.

"Oooooooh!" An unearthly rumbling shook everything as he moaned in pain, but in doing so he understood. Attacks... bad. Must keep them away.

The angels frenzied and hurried to attack the two with more ferocity, despite being ravaged by the debris and the squirrel, they did not cease. Dozens grabbed onto the squirrel's leg at once, like an ant's bridge intent to bring her down. Others circled the gunman and tried to break him by mowing him down like a swarm of locusts.

"Brother! Brother! Brother! BrOTHER! BROTHER!! LET'S PLAY TOGETHER!!" Screams shook the skies and the earth asunder, and six beams shot down on the three like rockets, firing over and over without care for the angels or anyone in the way. It was like armaggedon, fires blowing in the sky again and again.

[SINIB]

Amanda

"I know right!" Amanda said from behind her. "I've barely gathered any of the book here actually, most of them are actually from my grandfather apparently he was a real bibliophile. Those runes tho, they're all me~"

As she said that she drew nearer and caught the Elf in embrace from behind. "I better key you into the guest list, that way you can come and go when you want to!" She idly drew her fingers across Eru's stomach, tracing her internal mana flow network. "This'll just take a moment." Amanda also added just a jolt of energy right to her reproductive system, as a joke. She wanted to see what would happen, maybe she could even get the Queen to climax.

Eruraviel

Eru's eyes glowed red, watching Amanda's every move, watching the flow as she cast the spell on her, allowing her to key her in.

"Kyaaah!" She squeaked suddenly, a moment before Amanda finished casting the spell. "What are-!"

Then she felt herself squirt, her cunt contracting as she came thanks to the human's devilish prank. The elf grabbed onto Amanda's shoulders, holding onto her for support as she moaned a little bit, before a hand gracefully took ahold of her and pulled her away, leaning her on her.

The maid looked at Amanda. She didn't approve of this trick, shaming her mistress so.

"Please, allow me to interject. My mistress is here to discuss important bussiness, so please-" Eru suddenly stood up straight, grabbing the maid's shoulder. Her face was burning red. "Stop."

You're making me look even sillier! Needing my servant to speak up for me, how shameful...

[SINIB]

Saku

"No, not really. They're boring compared to pokemkn battles anyway." Sakura answered, sounding a bit preoccupied.

Other than their voices, it was quiet. Too quiet. She heard the crunching of the underbrush beneath their feet, the rustling of leaves in the air, but almost none of the sounds of the wildlife she'd grown so familiar with over the years.

She furrowed her brow in concern.

"I kinda get what he meant when he said it wasn't real." She muttered to herself.

[Bern]

Lucy

"Please hah! Don't make me laugh, all you've been doing all day is whine like a little brat who's toy broke." She grabbed hold of him and threw him across the empty husk of a room. He did have a nice sense of house decorating she had to admit, it reflected himself perfectly.

"You never cared for them anyway, but fine if that's what you want I'll grant your wish."

And the Angel was no more. Her presence was completely gone from this world.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Ariel

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. He also created locusts. Evil, unholy locusts with the faces of men, hair of women, lion's teeth, a scorpion's tail, an armored chest, and a buzzing sound like an army of horses. "Just die you stupid thing!" Asmodai slammed through the back of its carapace but couldn't pierce through its metal chest even as Ariel flew straight into the creature's back. It still wailed like a human, its mocking visage on display even as they smashed straight through a... building? It didn't matter.

Ariel kept her blade stuck within the locust as she raised her hands overhead and brought it down on the locust's head. It let out another cry at the blow, and in its disorientation it was ill prepared for the second strike. The archon raised her hand and Asmodai leaped from the wound into her grip before she brought it down. With a hollow sound of sorrow the creature was decapitated in one fell strike. Ariel let out a sigh of relief. Then she looked up.

"Is that... the sun?!" It was too bright to be such a thing. Asmodai clattered onto the ground, and almost as if in a daze she walked outside of the hole in the wall and left the festering corpse behind. The sky was blue, there were shoots of green on the ground she had to assume was grass, and the buildings were too tall to exist. The earthquakes would have thrown them to the earth after all.  "What kind of joke is this supposed to be?"

Her hands were trembling, and she didn't even know why.

[Aiden]

Saku

"No, not really. They're boring compared to pokemkn battles anyway." Sakura answered, sounding a bit preoccupied.

Other than their voices, it was quiet. Too quiet. She heard the crunching of the underbrush beneath their feet, the rustling of leaves in the air, but almost none of the sounds of the wildlife she'd grown so familiar with over the years.

She furrowed her brow in concern.

"I kinda get what he meant when he said it wasn't real." She muttered to herself.

Dahlia

"It's better when you're in it, not so much when watching." Then Dahlia blinked as a thought occurred. "So wait, you put those monsters against each other in fights for fun?"

She knew what Sakura meant, but didn't comment.

[SINIB]

Saku

"No, not really. They're boring compared to pokemkn battles anyway." Sakura answered, sounding a bit preoccupied.

Other than their voices, it was quiet. Too quiet. She heard the crunching of the underbrush beneath their feet, the rustling of leaves in the air, but almost none of the sounds of the wildlife she'd grown so familiar with over the years.

She furrowed her brow in concern.

"I kinda get what he meant when he said it wasn't real." She muttered to herself.

Dahlia

"It's better when you're in it, not so much when watching." Then Dahlia blinked as a thought occurred. "So wait, you put those monsters against each other in fights for fun?"

She knew what Sakura meant, but didn't comment.

Saku

"Pokemon battles are nothing so vulgar as what you're describing. It's a time honored traditional form of dueling, where two or more people train their pokemon and have them fight in order to resolve disputes, have a good time, or get some lunch money."