>E008, move to M15, activate Wave Pattern in the direction of Zetta, hit him and the left zombie.
>Retire to M16.
If for some reason my projectiles would hit allies just attack Zetta with the normal attack.

---

"Experience, charian. Besides, if I wanted I could kill every person on a planet with my own hands, but I don't because it's dull and I have incredibly more efficient and clean ways of doing that."

He takes his hand to his chin as in a thinking position.

"Legends you say? BHA."

"What are legends to Hezetor? Nothing. Nothing at all."

"When I talked about moving the stars themselves I was making no metaphor charian."

I'm sure all of this will totally convince Omo to collaborate.


Originally posted on 2017-09-01 11:25:00

Woot new form and it's an even stronger version of a strong being. Time to kick ass and kick ass, and I'm nowhere near out of kick ass. The bit where I share it is... not actually that bad, to be honest. Could get used to this. It's warm.

...No, no. Focus on the battle. There's things to do. Like rewrite the walkthrough with Zetta's blood. Or whatever would work as an equivalent thereof, like grounded-up chunks of his face. The problem is extraction, and the simple solution is to beat the hell out of him until he falls apart. Time to show him our power.

We teleport to K11 in a flash of flame, using the free 3 movement to get there and keep some in reserve for later, then use one tile of movement to head up to L10, enjoying the range buff granted by Roxxanne as it allows us to reach just far enough to smack Zetta like a big stone pinata. Sparks fly as a katana made of pure electricity shoots out of one hand, lashing out to slash Zetta's form across the body with speed and precision, followed shortly by a stabbing motion from a shorter flaming sword of a different design. A gladius, for obvious reasons. Then, since there would be no point in trying to stun Zetta, who cannot be stunned, so a fireball of radiance is smashed into his face, exploding in a beautiful display of flames that is also very good for allies to be near, so hopefully there's someone there who can benefit from it. Probably. (Also, I'd like it so that Toast can opt out of being healed if she doesn't want to be healed by this thing. IDK it could screw up a plan or something.)

Blazing blades appear at P10 and K10, Surging blades appear at N7 and N13, and every single one of them is aimed directly at Zetta, aiming to take the fullest advantage of him lacking much in the way of getting the hell out of there. After all, he can shift tiles, but that doesn't necessarily mean he can shift the things resting on those tiles. This should force him to waste some of his choice of action on trying to get out of the way, or trying to way out of the get. After that, I activate the regular form of counter for us, since the dodge bonus is tremendously helpful, then she refreshes the duration of Flaming Circle on us to make sure it keeps going... and we've been granted two extra actions. Each. This is going to be fun for us, and painful for Zetta, who will now be shredded by a large volley of basic attacks. Just to cap it off, AURA OVERLOAD is used, spawning a pair of glitch blazes... wherever the hell she wants to put them. I would rather she decided, as they are born of her fire.

...Interesting. Our combined fire resistance is not as far and beyond 100% as was suspected. Together like this, I had assumed we would have 175% fire resistance. That does prevent us growing in strength from absorbing outside sources of heat. Nonetheless, we are strong. We will do fine without it either way. We can remain close for now, as if what Crystal has done pays off, Zetta won't get a Breaker off. However, he has other moves to be wary of. We move to J10. That'll bait out a shot from Zetta, which we have a good chance of turning against him.


Oppy's Mind: Corridors. Endless metal corridors. Doors that have been left ajar, places that one could easily walk into if they were so inclined. This place seems to lack any form of construct, so it's quite safe for Chloe to take a look around. Maybe get an idea of what he's thinking. Explore some of his thoughts. It'd certainly help understand the slightly-unusual cyborg a little better, at any rate. But does she want to look into what he remembers in his past, what he's experiencing now, or what he's estimating might happen in the future? There's time to look in more than one place for sure.

Originally posted on 2017-09-01 14:50:00

Oriko moves to P13. Kirika moves to N9 and uses Take Your Heart on Zetta.

Originally posted on 2017-09-01 22:10:00

Mabuz finally decides to upgrade his Mana Orb into something more suitable to his tastes. Sure, there was a massive final battle going on and all, but he had his own work to finish first, and these things take time.

He could feel the air around him. A cold, harsh wind that battered the side of the mountain and carried no life with it. "Yes, this is the perfect place for this."

Mabuz began by taking out his Mana Orb. This would be the proper vessel for the change. Basic in all senses of the word, it was the perfect blank slate. Using cyan chalk, Mabuz made a ritual symbol on the ground: a circle with a long arc coming from the top and two other long arcs extending out from the bottom in the opposite direction. He knelt down and placed the Mana Orb in the center, then turned his chilling gaze to the skies. It was overcast by dull, gray clouds. Snowflakes gently fell from above, lazily drifting toward the ground.

Pressing his hand against the dusty ground, Mabuz concentrated his energies. Along the edges of the ritual circle, exactly twenty ice pillars thrust out of the ground. Satisfied, he stood up and placed a Hollowed Log on a pillar. Set in place, it began to float slightly above the ice pillar. x20 Hollowed Logs were set on the pillars (two for each pillar), evenly spaced apart, as they contained an ample amount of ice magic for the ritual.

Mabuz then used about x100 Tiny Meaty Chunks of Abyssal Ornstein, using magic to manipulate them into x10 Small Meaty Chunks of Abyssal Ornstein. Touching them with his bare bones is definitely out of the question. A perfect source of Abyssal energies, now at a size appropriate for the remaining ten pillars. With all of the materials for the ritual in place, the next step was to simply provide a proper catalyst for the infusion. He procures a green bottle from his inventory that contains approximately x10,000 Souls. In an age of darkness, these were frequently used by those chosen in order to empower themselves.

The preparations were now complete.

Mabuz promptly uncorked the bottle, ushering thousands of the small white flames out of the bottle and into the air. He then tapped his scythe against the edge of the ritual circle. The powder lit up with a vibrant cyan that spread to the entire rune. All of the souls began to swirl rapidly around Mabuz at an increasing velocity. They then rapidly dispersed themselves across all of the materials on the frozen pedestals, seeping into each one. The logs and meaty chunks on the frozen pedestals shuddered violently before being broken down, piece by piece. Each individual piece seemed more like a puzzle piece than a smaller component of itself. These pieces streamed inward towards the Mana Orb, flowing into the vessel swiftly. Now, the normally blue Mana Orb swirled with a mixture of a light blue, purple, and crimson.

Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a cell phone. "Huh, wasn't expecting the reception to be so good here. Must be the elevation." Scrolling through a list of contacts, he found the one he was looking for. AHUNE. He dialed the number. On the other end was a booming and somewhat annoying voice.

"YOU HAVE REACHED THE PERSONAL CELLULAR DEVICE OF AHUNE, THE FROST LORD WHO IS SO MUCH COOLER THAN THAT DYING CINDER RAGNAROS... WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"Greetings. Mabuz here, I was wondering if you could help me with something real quick."

"AH, IT'S ICE TO HEAR YOUR VOICE AGAIN." Mabuz almost wanted to say that he didn't return that sentiment. "WELL WHAT IS IT? YOU KNOW I AM BUSY PREPARING FOR THE MIDAUTUMN FROST FESTIVAL."

"Wait, didn't you just have a Midsummer... oh nevermind. Look, it is important business this time. I need you to infuse something for me with a bit of your own frost magic. I've got the vessel all ready, as well as an object to help it handle such a capacity."

"WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME, HUH? YOU KNOW THAT PLANNING OUT THE LOGISTICS OF A FROST FESTIVAL IS DIFFICULT. CONVINCING THE BIG B. ENTERTAINMENT TO LET ME GIVE OUT SO MANY FREE CARD PACKS IS THE KIND OF DIFFICULT NEGOTIATION THAT MAKES EVEN ME SWEAT."

"I can negotiate some sponsors for your Midautumn Frost Festival. I know you'll appreciate the extra funding and negotiation material."

"HMMM. THAT DOES SOUND PRETTY COOL. ALRIGHT, I'LL COME HELP YOU WITH YOUR INFUSION."

Mabuz would roll his eyes if he had any. As soon as he hung up, he felt a blast of cold air to his left - no doubt signifying the presence of Ahune. And indeed, there he was. A towering humanoid made of ice with a skeletal visage. In place of his legs was a whirlwind of snow, and in his grasp a large scythe made of permafrost. Mabuz approached him immediately, presenting the infused mana orb and, from the inventory, a Mythril Ingot.

"VERY WELL. THIS SHOULD BE AN ACCEPTABLE VESSEL. HOWEVER, I WILL ASSIST UNDER ONE MORE CONDITION." Mabuz tensed a bit, because he knew exactly what he was about to request. "No, Ahune. When I make terrible frost puns they are of my own accord." Ahune, however, only continued to give him an expecting gaze. Sighing and swallowing his pride, he grumbled. "O great Ahune, the coolest Frost Lord of them all, it would be very ice if you could give me your blessing." Mabuz couldn't quite tell through the intensifying blizzard, but he thought he saw Ahune smiling.

"WHAT'S DONE IS DONE. I BESTOW UPON THE VESSEL MY FROZEN BLESSING. PERMAFROST GUIDE YOU, MABUZ, TO ENCASE YOUR FOES IN EVERLASTING ICE."

The infused mana orb rose from the ground, now covered in a layer of snow. The blizzard continued to intensify to the point where Mabuz couldn't see anything else besides Ahune, the vessel, and the Mithril Ingot. He watched as, with Ahune's magical guidance, the Mithril Ingot began to warp itself as if it were in a molten state. It was slowly and delicately shaped, taking the form of a mithril ring engraved with elegant runes. The vessel floated through the air and set itself in a notch in the ring, becoming like a gemstone. Ahune raised his arms skyward as the blizzard reached a violent climax. The violent winds and whirling ice flowed upward, and Mabuz could see the horizon once again. Ahune channeled the raging storm into the gemstone, which suddenly glowed brilliantly. As the light faded, Mabuz was able to take a clear look at the final product.

The mithril ring was covered in a layer of permafrost and engraved with runes that had a faint blue glow to them. The mana orb vessel was now a light blue gemstone that contained a blizzard that churned within eternally. As it fell to the ground, Mabuz caught it in his hands. Ahune turned away to depart. "MY WORK HERE IS DONE. BE SURE YOU UPHOLD YOUR END OF THE DEAL, MABUZ. STAY FROSTY, FOLLOWER OF PERMAFROST." And with that, he vanished.

Ahune's Ring: +3 MMP. Your single-target and bouncing spells infuse targets with either Winter's Gift or Winter's Curse, depending on whether they are an ally or an enemy. Winter's Gift gives +2 AC, while Winter's Curse gives -2 AC.
These buffs last 3 turns.

Materials:
x20 Hollowed Log
x100 Tiny Meaty Chunks of Abyssal Ornstein
x1 Mana Orb
x1 Mythril Ingot


--ACTION--

Mabuz spawns at M16 and equips Ahune's Ring.

Originally posted on 2017-09-02 01:40:00

<TURN TWO-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO>
Chlorin pulls out a controller, plugs it into a laptop, then presses SQUARE. Nothing happens. He has a feeling that he might need to plug into something more central to actually get a debug menu. Hezetor then states that he could murder like a whole planet with his whole hands.

gg: ...Experience? With mass murder?
gg: That's certainly a skill.

She still sounds uncaring. She also doesn't look like she wants to collaborate still. Then, Chloe finds herself... somewhere. [small][small]...Are players allowed to drag GM's on small little sidequests? Is that even something that can happen? Am I violating some ancient tradition by going along on this ride? Maybe it's not really a sidequest. But then what would me in limbo be? Maybe that wasn't a sidequest though. This sidequest also probably won't give me the +5 Crystal Sword of Slaying Everything Except Squid. A shame. Oh well. FOR SCIENCE! [/small][/small] Anyway, Chloe takes a step towards his past memories, before freezing up. She stands completely still for a few moments.

ga: (I-Is this where I think it is?)
ga: (I mean, if the signs or context clues gave any indication, it's probably his head.)
ga: (And, well, a man has secrets! I don't want him to be mad at me because I snooped on his most private memories...)
ga: (Sooooo, let's go this way!)

Chloe pivots around, and slowly walks down whatever section is neatly labelled "HEY PRESENT THINGS THIS WAY" or whatever. Mindscapes work like that, right? Mabuz then sticks together 20 Hollowed Logs, 100 Tiny Meaty Chunks of Abyssal Ornstein, a Mana Orb, and a Mythril Ingot to create the Ring of Ahune! He then walks directly into a rather large battle that's been happening for a bit now.

<BATTLE: ZETTA, TURN FOUR>
Zetta's using Mindclaw this turn! Take this into account when deciding where you should stand! Also beware Zetta's newly acquired moves... and be sure to target the Crystals this turn! Damage against Zetta is currently halved, and only the Crystals are able to deal massive damage to him!

Originally posted on 2017-09-02 02:38:00

Move to O12.

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 03:22:00

Action Summary: After the Chimera is dead, Move to G13. After Lyra gives you Offbeat, hit her with Guardian and Violant, retreat to H14. Then, smack Roxxanne with Cosmogone and Peligin, retreat to H15.

After that, Auth's arm spasms. It summons a sincere look of surprise from him.

uA: The hell is going on...?

His hand shoots out, forming an 8 foot tall Spectre. It looks like him, but with silver hair, and a different outfit. Its eyes spring open with crimson flame, as Auth's do as well.

aU: Took you long enough.

Auth just looks at this figure with confusion.

aU: Well!? On your knees, worm!

He shouts at Auth, who is still too confused to do anything. This solicits a powerful punch to the face.

aU: Get. On. Your. Knees.

This shocks Auth out of his confusion, and he does so.

aU: You insignificant waste. What the hell are you doing?

uA: E-eh?

aU: Why aren't you doing anything?

uA: But I am...

A loud cracking shows that Auth's been hit again.

aU: Did I say you could talk to me?

uA: N-no, but-

aU: Waste. Do not waste your breath on my important ears, you insignificant sack of human waste.

uA: Who said I needed your-

aU: You are a slave. To your own emotions. To that damnable dragon. To your sister. To the Masters. To the Devil herself.

The last phrase is hissed, as this figure glares at Roxxanne with a great deal of animosity.

aU: You willingly chain yourself to them. So I'm just here to pull the chains. Make you act like you should, puppet.

uA: I am no puppet.

aU: Hah! You make me laugh. If ANY of them, especially that devil, or that dragon told you to, you wouldn't question them for a moment. If any of them told you to jump, you would ask "how high?", and that isn't to mention how so few of them can be trusted.

uA: Don't talk down to me about my friends like that. I would entrust them with my life and soul.

aU: Folly. And what are you going to do to stop me, you weak, useless, vain, futile being?

uA: You sound like one of those self-important people who see themselves as something grand.

Another sickening crack.

aU: I see myself as something grand because I am, you foolish child. Surrender yourself to me, let someone competent take command!

He raises his fist to hit Auth once more, but on the fourth swing, Auth begins to stand, and catches the fist with one hand. It swirls, before exploding.

uA: N-no. I will not let you. By technicality, I made you, and I can break you.

aU: But you won't. Because you're useless. Useless and stupid and worthless, and the world would be better if you joined your suicidal father and moronic mother-

His head unceremoniously explodes. Auth's fist is where the head used to be. It does eventually reform, though.

aU: ...Good.

uA: W-what?

aU: You feel that? That boiling, burning sensation in your chest?

uA: I d-don't und-

aU: You can feel anger. I was worried you couldn't. Like you were emotionally inert or something!

uA: Why...?

aU: I was just fixing you up, don't worry!

uA: You bastard!

He laughs loudly, before stealing Inkscalibur and whispering something into it, turning it into a guitar.

aU: Damn right, I am! I don't hate you. I'm looking out for you.

uA: ... oh. Okay... Then, if you're supposedly helping, what do I call you?

aU: Oh, my name? Mephistopheles. Don't forget it, or I'll kill you.

uA: Ye-yeah okay.

aU: Oh, er, sorry about the punching, it was the only way I could really get my point across...

uA: No, it's fine, I'm sure the bruising and the fractures will go away eventually. That really hurt, you know.

Auth listens silently to Roxxanne shouting at Zetta. He doesn't know anything about him, besides the fact that he looks a bit like him. But the talk about their ideals when it comes to Souls...

Auth clenches a fist, and places it against his chest, right on his heart.

uA: Weak... useless things... shouldn't...

Auth runs his hand over his wrist. Seeming to touch a scar that isn't there.

aU: You bloody know that your Soullessness is a safeguard for you. It's not because you don't deserve one. Ask Genoa, she'd tell you as much.

uA: A-and yet...

Mephis disappears in a bright red flame, before reappearing with a bottle. It glows brightly, like the sun. He presses the bottle fiercely against Auth's chest.

aU: Weak. Useless. Doesn't deserve a soul. And yet, and yet. What do you call this? Some sort of farce? A mistake by Sol when they assigned you the Judgement's Egg that your soul is? Did they misjudge your importance? Are you really so unimportant that you don't deserve a soul? If so, you won't have an issue smashing that bottle right here. Right now. Hell. You wouldn't have a problem giving it to Hezetor, or even Zetta. To you, this bottle is a useless keepsake. So you'll destroy it if it means so little.

Auth lifts the bottle into the air, but his arm freezes at the highest point. His arm
/wip

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 03:39:00

Temanne throws an Enchant Fire into Roxxanne's face, making it splash around her. She single-punches the Crystal and moves to K17. Roxxanne hands off +1 Range to Emerald.

Roxxanne stares at Zetta's soul. In her condition, the extreme evasive properties the Soul normally possesses are a moot point to her. That wretched thing is totally screwed if Roxxanne wants it to die. It would be four-no, three punches. 21 times three is 63. A 100% kill on Zetta's soul, every time.

"...Roxxanne, don't you dare!" Zetta's voice echoed from multiple points. "I don't care what you think, even I think that wasting a soul like that is a travesty! I never waste, I never go that far. Even I'm better than that. Roxxanne, be better than that!"

"You don't care," Roxxanne stated. Roxxanne knew Zetta didn't care-except for how much he could use that to convince Roxxanne away from destroying the dumb, wretched thing in front of her.

There were a lot worse times she had murdered souls. This one served a very practical purpose and would seriously alleviate a lot of pressure off of the fight. She knew this full and well. "You would do this yourself in my shoes, Zetta. I know it. If you couldn't take it for yourself, you'd kill it, every time. Every fucking time."

"...Every fucking time."

The air around Roxxanne was sizzling with energy and her eyes were back to that creepy leaking black thing again. Roxxanne had given this soul to Zetta in the utmost hopes it would refresh his memory on the importance of kindness-that something would inherently *change* in Zetta for being shown such a massive kindness from someone he was busy stomping. No costs, no tricks, no catches, she just up and gave it to him from the Ancient Soulring exactly as promised, because Roxxanne thought he deserved better than to go without a soul and that, since it was the logical root cause of his behavior, Zetta would give up. Roxxanne knew Zetta was made of hate-Roxxanne had figured that Zetta had overcome that nature in order to even be sapient or have conversations with others. And it worked before, right?!

It worked before when a guy shot himself with the device directly-dying in the process-to hand it off to Zetta, alongside a specific device. Back when she was still the Black, and those devices would have dethroned her of the title of the Nameless Lord. Perhaps it was just some innate kindness-some innate humanity-hidden within that soul. Perhaps it was merely the excessive existential threat of actually dying if Avalon was allowed to escape and break it, more so than anything else. Perhaps there was some ambition to claim it and become the next Black. It wasn't a fake change, though, Roxxanne could see that-something snapped within him. Perhaps that it was simply because his hatred of the Descendants-the very hatred that gave him form, the very conceptual idea that was his base!-was simply eclipsed by his hatred of the Black, not replaced. But by the time that Ichneumon met the Miraculous Hate for the second time, the latter had turned into the paladin that the former desperately wished he was. And Roxxanne expected a similarly selfless act to initiate the same chain of events.

"Roxxanne, that'll cripple me permanently! Roxxanne, I'm one of the only things in this guy's head that have a shot against the Butterfly fair-on. You could lure it here-make them think I've kicked it-he'll come-we kill it together! You want it dead too, right?! Don't-don't-this is nowhere near my best, and I will make you pay with-"

"SHUT UP." Her voice was charged.

"...You keep going on about this whole soul business like it's fucking darwin. Like weak, dumb things shouldn't have souls, right?!"

For this one moment, Zetta moved his head up and down, deliberately, delicately, eyes wider than plates, focus utterly fixated upon Roxxanne.

"I think it's a weak, dumb thing to keep trying to kick someone when they've done something nice to you. Something as nice as giving you that," Roxxanne said, pointing at Zetta's soul. "That was when you crossed a line. I wouldn't be nearly as mad at you if you didn't take it and try to kill me afterwards! You thankless bastard. I bet you had some contingency for in case Chaos went bad. It would be out of character if you didn't."

"Lies! All lies! An absolute fucking lie!" Zetta roared, trembling. A stone beast was trembling at a girl under five feet and younger than six years, who moreso than anyone else in this room had motivation and means to tear the wretched thing in front of her to shreds.

"...Want to know what I learned about power, Zetta?"

"No no no no no please please please-"

"You learn the most when you have the least."

Roxxanne moves to L13.

"Roxxanne, don't, DON'T! I will, I'll-"

Roxxanne punches the soul, once. 21 damage.

"AUGHAH! NO, NO, NO, PLEASE STO-"

Roxxanne punches the soul, again. 42 damage. Roxxanne's eyes revert, somewhat-her irisis are pitch black, but her sclera have returned to red. It hasn't helped much.

"STOP, STOP, STOP, PLEASE-"

"You wouldn't stop! You wouldn't stop for anything!"

... And neither did she, didn't she? It wasn't like she couldn't, right?

... This didn't compare. Zetta could.

Did Roxxanne really think of her time as the Black as still more moral than Zetta, despite all the death shes done, all the soulkilling, all the misery she's spread?

... She was biased towards herself, of course.

She was better than that. She should have been better than that to begin with.

Roxxanne locks up a bit. Zetta almost looked relieved.

"... Roxxanne, you really, really had me-"

Roxxanne thrusts her fist forwards for the third time, wrapped in chains of neon green.

The wretched thing in front of her shattered into particles-most of it. Almost all of it, in fact. Naught but a pathetic wisp remained, a wisp Roxxanne gripped in her hand, wrapped in chains. It wouldn't destroy what was left-but it would contain it.

Just the tiniest little bit.

Roxxanne retrieved it into her Inventory. Zetta's Soul Shard. It was the ONLY thing left of him.

Zetta looked like a train had abruptly decided to hit him. He shrunk-some of the rocks came tumbling off.

"...Roxxanne."

Zetta stood, still. He wasn't dead, and he knew-instinctively-that his soul yet remained on some terribly insignificant, terribly fragile scale, held in a position wherein destroying it would be a literal flick of the wrist. "...Roxxanne, that, I will, give that back, NOW!"

"It was never yours to begin with, you know? I made that for you. Now I'm taking it back. Maybe I'll give it back to you later, when you've improved. But you won't. I know better."

Roxxanne, through the soul shard, elects for Steal Your Heart, Absurdly Powerful Magicks, The Breaker and Mortem Falace to be removed from Zetta's selection, permanently.

"... I hate myself, so much. For what I've done and what I know I'll do bad and wrong later, and how I'm hated and how I'm loathed and how I've made everything around me worse. You want to know what else? Fuck that shit! I'm not going to let that define me anymore! But you! You're-I don't know how-but every sense of my mind-I know that I've done bad, horrible, awful things! The sheer goddamn scope of it blows my fucking mind!"

Something within Roxxanne stirred-perhaps due to metachronistic shenanigans kind of blowing Shadow Roxxanne out of the water as a problem. Or perhaps this *was* Shadow Roxxanne expelling itself. Or transforming into its proper form. Perhaps that this is just the cue that will fix Shadow Roxxanne later. It's probably related to Shadow Roxxanne.

"I've taken it as a lesson that anything can be redeemed if you want them to, but you-whatever weird Darwinian philosophy you prescribe to-you just won't! It's not like you can't-you just won't! And I know it! Somehow, you're worse! The sheer scope of what I used to be is unimaginable-but somehow you make up for it and more in sheer, sick, repulsive twisting of ideology! I just-don't give me the stock excuses! You're just bad and you know it!"

"Bring it on, you weak piece of shit!"

Roxxanne retreats to O13.

somehow I'd think this would be cooler if this extended Roxxanne's special. Or something. But this is already a lot.

((as a note: no, there's still a shard of Zetta's soul intact, which will promptly be put into the Inventory.))

----+----

The Glitch Skeleton makes chattering noises in Ire's direction from beyond the grave-because it isn't actually in the grave at all. You see, Ire, the Glitch Skeleton was never moved away from F14, which when the Glitch Skeleton stood upon it was a Power Rune-and did not change from a Power Rune during this turn's reinovation into a sludge pool. As this was the key feature that killed the Glitch Skeleton, it should still be alive, albeit barely. It will use this alive-ness to fire upon the Glitch Spider and back off to F16 to get healed.

Temmie Hero will triplepunch the Glitch Crimera, then Spinning Flakes it, then back off to E13, barring the Glitch Crimera not being dead, but that would be rather odd.



I just have a few orders for you all this turn, and that is that Zetta's damage being halved this turn and Barkgenesis going off this turn means that our primary concern is making the field a lot less mad. Which means removing those Oblivion Spires posthaste. We can also focus on damaging the Crystals, but with the low threat Zetta is generating this turn this is actually our chance to push DPS off him and onto secondary targets for a moment, as Zetta's repraisal isn't going to be as extreme this turn.

@Tanky characters: Zetta's Git gud (after this turn) will, due to changes, require a shifting trio of tanks (at least) rather than just Toast after this turn. Otherwise, Toast will probably take one hit, and then next turn Zetta will null breath or kill someone a lot less able to take it. If you have a lot of HP and AC, this is your calling card turn. If Zetta gets off Null Breaths, our life will be much harder as he'll be spreading debuff city around and that'll really interfere with DPS as well as make healing a lot harder.

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 04:22:00

"OH MY DUDE, YOU JUST GOT PRANKED! BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING, HUH?"
----
[All these are before Auth]
Creo moves to I10, then drops a Vorpal Rend that ends in G10.
Dimitri moves to H13, blasts himself with a Divine Shield heal, then ends his turn at I13.
Dimiheart moves to I14.
----
...

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 04:23:00

"Oh, right, Author still needs my help. Well, time to rendezvous with him and other such things."

Lyra moves to F13, and tosses the ever-important Offbeat onto his head. Lyra then dodge-rolls into E15.

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 05:01:00

Marron moves to L8 and :shoot:s Toast. Then, she retreats off Mindclaw targeting, over to K7.

The ashes are struck, and they catch fire. Although, saying they 'catch fire' is a bit of an understatement. Perhaps "the ashes ignite, flames leaping high into the sky as though they themselves were attempting to escape the mindscape" would be more appropriate. Amidst the blaze, Radiance's unmistakeable wings materialise, hovering in midair. Toast's ashes coil up to meet the wings- It's a touching reunion. A final burst of flame billows outwards, as Toast appears, increasing the population of Alive Town by 1. Whatever she experienced while dead, she clearly isn't phased by it. Now that she's got two feet in the realm of the living, Toast gives a double thumbs up to Marron, before getting back to bizniz.

>Revive with 35 HP.
>Move to P8.
>Promise Upheld:
-Fossil's Guidance
-Coded Heart
-Chairnado Spinstrike.
>Double Action from Massacre damage scaling.
>Basic attack Irritation (heal for 25% of damage dealt)
>Retreat to O10.

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 05:58:00

>Actions: TemSide melodies DarkSide and moves to (G18). DarkSide activates Dragon Forme, eats a burrito, and then DarkSide will move to (H17), and double-Razorblade Loathing (If Loathing's dead, attack Crystal 1 if it would not go over the overkill value and isn't at its target value.)
The Sentry pews Spire 2.

DarkSide smiled. He wasn't intimidated at all of Zetta in the slightest. "You keep forgetting about what you aim to kill. Us. People who've gone up against other people and monstrosities just as bad as the Butterfly if not worse, and certainly much stronger than yourself."

He laughed. "You wouldn't even put an ounce of fear into a baby. You're really that weak. Pathetic, even."

Then, in what seemed like a blink of an eye following Roxxy, his expression went from relatively light-hearted to dead serious; turning straightforward and to the point. "And all this, for what? Murdering for your own self-gain and your own self-gain alone. Lured in and killed five of the first DarkSide's most trusted allies - who were SIGNIFICANTLY weaker alone than even yourself at the time, mind - just to lure out a being with what seemed like a more powerful soul. Didn't even fucking consider the consequences. That alone screams weakling. However, as you no doubt know, Paranoid was also weaker than you in that time, if only slightly. Now, he's stronger. Far stronger."

His now-draconic face wasn't looking the most friendly towards his opponent. "I've felt what being weak and helpless, yet arrogant, was like. When the first DarkSide knew he wouldn't improve with his current direction, and was given a little push into a better one..." He gave a faint smile in Roxxy's direction. "...well, now there's three of us. Each with their own ludicrous strength, that grows by the second as they learn more about this multiverse we find ourselves in."

"...What, you say there's only two of them; Vas'ill and Paranoid? Well. I'm the third. (Thanks, chaos) Once a mere clone, now my own person. Like Roxxanne stated, I can't see you going down the route I took. From everything you hopelessly displayed to our faces, it doesn't take an Einstein to figure it out. A pure villain in essence, in body, in mind, and in heart; unwilling to change, unable to change. That is who you are."

"And we could use less of people like you in the world."

It was clear on Dark's face; he knew where Roxxanne was coming from. He knew that the atrocities he or any of the DarkSides committed couldn't even compare to Roxxy's, but at least he knew how it felt, even if only slightly. Redemption isn't easy; any person worth their salt would be able to do it, and he knew it. Zetta wasn't, and would likely be one of the worst offenders for aeons to come. Or less; there's bound to be someone worse.

Dark takes the time to say one thing to Roxxanne...

"And Roxxanne... on behalf of all three of us... thank you for that nudge. Let's destroy this worthless piece of shit!"

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 06:00:00

Emerald moves to E12, flips off Zetta, throws a knife at him, and then just stands there

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 11:19:00

probably: Srovy moves to C17, uses ooblec pillar to surround himself entirely, then uses surrogate meditate with me as a target.
I proceed to shrug as i discover i am much weaker then i thought.
oh well, I can still use opin glyphs.
hm...
eh, why not.
I go to H7 and use an opin glyph on 15 instead of myself at the suggestion of consumer

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 12:49:00

Rikoriko moves to Q16, and uses Nothing Is Sacred on Insanity. She then puts down a sign saying something in the order of "ZETTA IS PATHETIC BUT HUBRIS GETS PEOPLE KILLED".

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 14:59:00

Chlorin moves to P12, switches to Scouter Scope, shoots Insanity and retreats to N12.

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 16:16:00

I take a great swing at Obsidian Spire 1!

Originally posted on 2017-09-03 20:54:00

Crystal activates Logos Ascendant!

His eyes and hands blaze with a sudden purple flame, which spreads before consuming his entire body in a violet conflagration, and then --

I am gone. Yet, I am still there, in the mindscape, in the universe, in the spreadsheet, and, most pertinently for this situation, in the text box.

I look through the field. Zetta's next to where I was... definitely not coming back there, then. That Oblivion Spire on G7 is about to fire a Mindclaw along with Zetta's own special... yeah, that's got to go. I raise my metaphorical hand and...

A chunk of the ceiling above the Oblivion Spire shatters into pieces and drops onto it, battering it. Or, if no ceiling is available, a meteor falls out of a clear sky. Then, the chunks of matter float up from the floor and slam into the Oblivion Spire, cracking it further. The pool of Toxic Waste near the Oblivion Spire bubbles and rises up, coating the Spire in a thick layer of sludge that begins eating away at its structure. Lava rises up from the perimeter of the room, becoming a second coating upon the Spire that begins to melt the Spire with pure heat, before solidifying on the outside and locking the Toxic Waste in. A larger collection of lava rises up from the edges of the room, a beam of heat leaping from it to the encased Spire as it flash-cools into a rough lump of basalt, which then dips itself in the lava and hurls itself like a flaming meteor at the Oblivion Spire, which shatters outright, unable to take the strain.

Phew. That was fun, but I'm feeling like getting back down into the world of the physical rather than the world of the textual. Where to go... ah, there. I reincorporate myself at O15.


Crystem moves up to M16 and attacks the Glitch Spider if it's not already dead, or the Glitch Crimera if that's not dead, or Zetta if both are dead. Crystem then retreats to O17.

Originally posted on 2017-09-04 03:10:00

Mabuz moves to L15 and spooks Crystal1 with Grim Bolt.

Originally posted on 2017-09-04 18:13:00

Actions. Actions, actions, actions. This is going to be tricky to align correctly. How about...

Teleport to G11, Fatal Slash and Solar Slash on Zetta to sneak in some more injury for overkill damage to apply next turn (SOMEBODY ELSE KILL THE CRYSTAL1), drop a Radiance on Rage, activate Electrical to make the shock blades kill Crystal2, decline using Fire this turn and save those blades for later (Nia please get out of the way I'd really rather not provoke you), use a basic attack as my action on Zetta, politely ask Chloe if she'd consider moving Oblivion Spire 1 over to D6 because it doesn't achieve anything there and nod understandingly as best as one can when one is literally armor if she wants to do something else instead or has a better idea, move to then activate Hypercounter. We should be fine where we are, but if Chloe requests that we move somewhere, I'll let her say where.


Op's mind: An interesting place, Op's presently-occupied mind is. Quite busy in there, too. Everything seems carefully organized, or at least it would look that way if it weren't for the obvious sign of some what-are-presumably-thoughts being a bit scattered around the place. What occupies his mind right now? A simmering anger, directed at Zetta over the death of the cat and the problem that he's proving to be for this battle. The suppressed exhilaration that stems from the rush of power of being part of Origin's Embrace, and the warm feeling that logically would result from being close to somebody with a fire theme. The cold and analytical targeting computer that cares only about finding exactly where to strike the target it seeks, performing the required function and nothing else. A small degree of fear, the sneaking suspicion that something might go horribly wrong from having to manage many different things at once. A variant of pessimistic thought, convinced that Zetta's end won't be the end of the struggles. A variant of optimistic thought, reassuring that if all else fails, the fate of the NPCs has been locked in already and there is nothing to fear. And some sort of phantom image of Oppy hims- oh he's aware that she's there apparently.

Interesting. An unintentional side-effect of the fusion, perhaps? I wouldn't be surprised. I'm not concerned, either. I do not expect this arrangement to be sustainable once Origin's Embrace stops being so, but it is quite informative, and I'm comfortable with you being here. I'm sure if you get bored enough, you could head elsewhere in here, see who I was and who I predict I might become... Or perhaps anything else you might be interested in doing, since you can be here at will as long as the connection holds stable. I might as well keep an open mind about this situation, ha ha.

...Oh, there's apparently an aspect of humor floating around somewhere in this region.

Originally posted on 2017-09-04 18:23:00