Fantasy The Wonderverse (In Character)

[KairiNyaa]

The rest of the fight seemed to happen, for the most part without Kazard. He cremated a guy and tried to stab. He did his job. There was only one left, might as well let the others do their job, and reap the glory afterward. He got his shinies and managed to show off. A fitting fight for a mighty mage.

And then the last thug's hood dropped. Revealing a large red nose and a white face. Kazard's face twisted up in confusion as he stared at the ugly human. And then the door opened up, a river of clowns pouring in. Kazard stood, flabbergasted by the events unfolding around him. His head darted around, looking at each of the gross 'persons'. He kept a hand on his pouch, and the other on his pointy stick, looking shifty-eyed at the circus-folk.

And then... there was a scream. Kazard flinched, clenching his teeth at the high pitched screech flooded the room, rendering plenty of the clowns unfit for combat. He thinks he saw some of their ears bleeding. He looked toward the perpetrator of the ghastly wail, and saw it was none other than the foul smelling girl from the back alley.

She was attacking the clowns, so perhaps she wasn't all too bad. Still, he felt his ears ringing still, and was quite upset about that. Luckily, there was an unconscious but still very-much alive clown on the floor, sobbing. A perfect thing to vent his frustrations on. He started to bring his stabbing rod down on the clown, and the undead girl yelled at him to stop. He scowled at her, and went to attack another clown, but apparently Kazard just wasn't destined for clown stabbing his last 3 attempts to stab failed. He hissed, and threw his pointy stick onto the ground, stomping on it.

In his rage, he angrily decided to throw his second daily fireball at a random clown. Of course, being blinded by his anger, his fireball completely missed and instead burnt a clock on the wall. But hey, at least the clock is dead.

Kazard: 23/26
Clown E: 5/5
Clock: dead

 

[quadraxis201]

Just when things couldn't possibly get any more unusual, there was a sudden stampede of oddly-dressed people into the tavern. They looked like... clowns? "What... the... DEVIL?!" Kirron shouted, wiping his spectacles on a clean part of his coat to make sure he wasn't borderline hallucinating. "No... a group of jesters DID just storm the tavern with hostile intent. That does it, I'm coming in." Tightly gripping his hammer in one hand, Kirron ran through the door of the Idle Bar just as Maria had deafened a few of the absurdly-dressed clowns.

Kirron picked one clown out of the mob that had just arrived and skillfully struck them in the back of the head as he lept off of a table, killing the clown instantly. The clown fell sideways to their left, their red nose coming off and bouncing away with a *squeak!* as their head collided with the floor and began to slowly bleed. "Next time, do keep your theatrics for the king's court, will you? Ah, but then again, with head trauma anywhere near as severe as that, the only entertaining you'll be doing is for the ruler of the netherworld." Kirron quipped, adjusting his spectacles. With the clown dead, Kirron began looking around at the others that were helping to fend off the horde of hooligans. There was the goblin who had so rudely scampered away earlier, but then there was also a human with a pair of shields and a dark elf who seemed to be well-versed in the art of magic. "My word, I leave the Clockwork City for only a couple of days and the first town I decide to properly visit is apparently due for an invasion of ludicrous loons." He commented.

Kirron's HP: 14/19

Clown F has been slain by 6 damage dealt by Kirron.

Interacting with:
Everyone in the Idle Bar (loosely)

 

[thefinalgirl]

As Maria was starting to get warmed up within the heat of battle, he noticed a small green goblin heading towards her way. He had a knife in his hand and was aiming for the crying clown. "Stop!" She said as she proceeded to make a defensive stance for the poor, defenseless, and sobbing clown. The goblin seemed to have a violent reaction to her decision as he proceeded to take down a clown and stabbed it multiple times. Maria was speechless as the goblin went on throwing a fireball to another clown. Sadly, it was missed and it hit a clock. She wondered what was going on the little midget's head.

When Maria was over it, she spotted another clown. The undead girl proceeded to sing her song of sadness, it made the man cry like the man that she sang the song to earlier. She was still feeling guilty for the clown, she wasn't too used to making another human cry. It was very uncomfortable of her to do but, it was a way to stop the fight with no violence. She was still thinking as Levi spotted another clown heading her way. The serpentine proceeded to attack him but, it was a total fail as he locked onto the weapon of the opponent. The beast tried to attack with his tail but, the enemy broke off his bottom jaw and tried to slash at her. Maria dodged in time as the slash was about to hit her. She proceeded to sing another song of sadness to the man. He proceeded to curl up in to the cold hard ground and cry as his clown makeup ran to the floor. Maria was regretting the decision that she made to enter the tavern. The undead girl and her bone serpent made themselves into a defensive stance.

Maria's HP: 23/23

Clown G: Is crying.
Clown H: Still crying.

 

[Kabboom]

Whoever's yelling.... needa..... s t o p.

Joe's not hearing very well. In fact, the loud noises are so loud, he can feel his liver breaking. Wait, that's not the one, the uhh... bongo drums? Yeah, the drum-drums. Owieeeeeeee. There were about... 6 clowns still alive, and the thug still standing, but why aren't they affected by the screm? Oh, it's because they were turbo-honking their squeaky noses to drown out the sound. This honking noise is annoying. Someone needa... stop it.

Stepping up to the plate, Joe strikes, but seeing as his ear drums are pretty much spaghet at this point, he slips a bit, which explains why his sword strike went wide, along with his follow-up slash. Absolutely confuzzled by this, he decided to just fall onto one of the clowns with his shield in the way. The crying clown gave a pained honk before resuming with his crying, feeling his lungs a bit more bruised than they were a minute ago.

Leaping at the opportunity, 3 clowns hounded him with their kitchen knives and wrenches. Clanging off of his armor harmlessly, Joe simply rolls out of the way. Right into a wall.

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Joe's HP: 20/32 (took 3 damage)
Clown G: 2/5 (took 3 damage)

 

[Trappy]

The clowns seemed to be taken back by the group's retaliation, and by their dead or incapacitated allies sobbing miserably on the floor, there were some confusion and hesitant visible among the assailants. Perhaps they didn't expect resistance, perhaps they were amateurs, or maybe it was a trick! . . . Or a ruse, I mean, they are clowns, right? Acting is about within their range of profession.

Whatever the case it was, they were already there, and they had a job to do. Two of the remaining clowns honked their noses to produce a weird jingle while another two drew their handaxes and threw them at anyone they could see, Kirron the dwarf, Maria, big Joe, the goblin, and just about everyone else, only to miss horribly in the process, as the axes got themselves stuck in tables, stools and shattering bottles and containers from the shelves. One clown advanced to close the distance with ice-picks in his hands, obliviously passing by the hiding Jun in a very Friday the 13th, horror-movie style, as his gaze seemingly fixed on the goblin that hurled a fireball in his direction earlier.

Another clown, having noticed the effects of Maria's voice in the the clown crying and disgracing himself at her feet, proceeded to retrieve and throw what seemed like a tiny bead at the undead girl, which expanded into a bright white-coloured bubble that completely enveloped the girl.

Spoiler: Maria

As you maintained a defensive stance and, both Levi and yourself, keeping an eye out to observe shifting elements of the battlefield, the link you have with Levi briefly noticed you of a small white bead that had landed at your feet, a split second before your vision went white, everything around you were replaced with a bright white. As you instinctively reached out to navigate your surrounding of white emptiness, your hands were met with a solid surface that seemed to form a sphere that had completely enveloped you. However, other than that, you don't feel like you are harmed, or under any sort of influence, yet.

Mentioned as GM: KairiNyaa thefinalgirl Kabboom Pilgrim59 quadraxis201

 

[Pilgrim59]

The White Mage
Jun

HP: 23/29

Location: Idle Bar, Amson
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A

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The mage tried to drown out the piercing screeches that rang throughout her head. Her eardrums were bearing the full blunt of the obnoxious melodies, despite the aggressor's good intentions. Weren't they on the same side? Jun thought to herself, as her drowsy eyes carried out the repercussions of the bard's indiscriminate spell. Before long, a few more figures turned up, all conforming to their unanimous attires. The mage's eyes narrowed as she slip beneath the counter and cower underneath her arms. Jun's heart raced for her life, as her trembling state of mind tried to compose herself in the confines of the counter's shadows. Chilling sensation crept up from behind her, as everything else dimmed into the tumultuous background. It wasn't the number of the estranged adversaries that disturbed her generally composed state of mind, but their choice of apparels. Her nightmare inevitably caught up with her, even in this new world - clowns.

Sharp teeth and red eyeliners, the common exaggeration of a clown's makeup, while amusing and outlandish to many, was in fact the mage's worst nightmare. Troubling memories of her past reignited, as one of them dragged themselves past the counter. Jun curled up, as if shell-shocked from the clown's appearance. Before long, she inevitably gave in to her racing heart and sparked a cantrip on impulse towards the passing clown - breaking from her concealment.

"KYYYYAAAAAA! Leave me alonnnneeeee!!!!!" Jun exclaimed as she aimed her cantrip at one of the murderous-looking clown.

WOOOOOOOOOSHHHH! POMF!

Her flame cantrip caught the clown, as the mage mustered all her strength to confront her fears. She stood up, with her flowing hair concealing her scowling visage.

 

[Vyseryx]

Figaro; proximity of Idle Bar
The dwarf that Figaro saw just before jumping down the roof, swung his hammer at another man couple of times, crushing his head and chest, and sending him on a trip to the Other Side of living.

As he turned to Figaro and undead girl he said to them:

“You two came at just the right moment! I truly must thank you both for your assistance. I must admit, while I can most certainly do it, I am not one to openly engage in close-quarters battle like that…”

As the dwarf was talking Figaro was slowly tilting his head, gradually losing interest in the eloquent, yet lengthy utterance and only nodding his chin when the speaker’s tone seemed to demand that. It was a skill Figaro practiced a lot throughout his years in the forest sanctuary, surrounded by dryads capable of speaking continuously for few days without even realising the passing of time.

On the other hand, the violet girl completely ignored Figaro. As the rumble sounded in the nearby bar, she quickly passed next to him and run to the entrance, quickly by the dwarf.

“Weird people,” Figaro concluded out loud as he leant to grab the Moonglaive back into his hands. The sounds of fight from bar grew stronger, and Figaro’s ears perked up. Yells, screams of pain, burning fire – it all sounded like a lot of fun. The catboy dashed towards the shattered window of bar and curiously looked inside.

A swarm of weird people with colourful clothes and squeaky noses was attacking couple of adventurers for reasons Figaro didn’t know. The dwarf was swinging his hammer again, violet girl was trapped in a bubble, and somebody burnt a clock, for some reason.

But the one thing that attracted Figaro’s attention was a short man in the middle, with lots of armour on him, who stood within the circle of enemies. He looked so cool in his sextuple plating, that Figaro instantly felt a need to converse with the guy. In which plan the clowns were an obstacle.

Beastfolk jumped over the broken window and behind the closest of assailants. The man barely had enough time to notice a new adversary, before he was hit with Moonglaive’s hilt and Figaro sent him flying through the chamber. The clown hit the shelf behind the counter and fell down under Jun’s leg, with several (hundred) life-threatening fractures.

“Sorry!” Figaro waved apologetically at the mage, who apparently didn’t like clowns too much. As he was doing that, a new enemy turned to him, honking his nose, and preparing his murderous tools.

Clown I: Seriously pissed (5/5)
Clown J: Kinda sorta ded (-2/5)

Mentioned: Pilgrim59 , thefinalgirl , quadraxis201

 

[Trappy]

The clown facing Figaro reeled back a bit, having seen the beast-folk knocking the wind out of one of his comrades in one fell swoop. The clown started honking his nose menacingly, and, having thrown his hand-axes earlier at other people, proceeded to rub his colourful gloves together, prepared for a bit and suddenly dashed forward at the cat man, narrowly dodging the former's defence as both his hands struck Figaro's thigh. Immediately a surge of energy coursed through Figaro's veins, as sections of them soon darkened in a dark purplish-shade before popping, spraying blood all over.

"Tickle tickle!!" The clown hissed in its giggle.

Interacting as GM: Vyseryx

 

[KairiNyaa]

Kazard turned his gaze away from the clock, back at the murderous clown whom he'd missed multiple times. The clown seemed pissed. Kazard equally so. The goblin bared his filthy teeth, and jumped toward the clown, grabbing on and biting into the clown's leg flesh.

The jester-esque thug quickly retaliates, kicking the goblin off of him, injuring the little thing a bit. Blood on his teeth, the ravenous green man tries to fight back once again, running back toward the clown and clawing at him, but the clown deftly avoided the careless goblinoid. The clown kicked at the creature, but missed thanks to his small size.

Kazard took his chance to strike back with another clawing, only for the clown to move away from his attack again. "Gah!!!" shouted Kazard. "Why will you not stand still so Kazard can kill you!?"

The clown honked his nose angrily.

Kazard: 21/26 HP
Clown E: 3/5 HP
Clock: Still fuckin dead and burning.

 

[Vyseryx]

Figaro, inside the Idle Bar
When the clown put hands on Figaro’s thighs, for the second there beastfolk thought that this sexy turn of events was rather exciting. And the tickling was also quite nice – at least until the surge of pain struck, coming from the poisoned skin.

“Tickle, tickle!” the clown hissed.

“This is not the good kind of tickle!” Figaro shouted, more disappointed than angry. He kicked the clown away, and dashed backwards, preparing Moonglaive for the counterattack. He tightened his muscles locking the eyes on the silhouette of a clown. With a very cat-like hiss, Figaro darted forward. Just before he swung the weapon though, a translucent copy of his appeared next to beastfolk and the two cat boys, real and illusory one, attacked in unison.

However, the opponent was absolutely unimpressed by this attempt. He honked his nose with a bright, yet terrifying smile and reached for his pocket. Just as he was about to be cut in three pieces, he draw a balloon sword out his pocket and… effortlessly parried both blades it, bouncing them off on the sides. The clone dispersed as the spell ended, leaving Figaro alone with his glaive struck in the wooden table next to clown and completely baffled as to what exactly had just happened.

A loud “HONK!“ of clown’s nose was the only warning Figaro got, before balloon sword hit him in the chest, sending cat boy few steps backwards with two brand new broken ribs. That was more than enough, for Figaro’s animal side to take over. He hissed angrily, with the fur of his spine bristling suddenly, and his eyes shrinking to the size of slits. A surge of magic went through his muscles as he leapt over the distance separating him from the glaive, grabbing it in both hands and turning to the enemy.

The clown put his hand behind the back and prepared himself for the counterattack with his balloon sword, but Figaro, instead of attacking him, just dashed past the enemy. The clown looked surprised there for a moment, before he noticed a movement with his right eye. In just this moment, another copy left by Figaro, kicked one of the tables right into the clown’s face. It wasn’t enough to hit him, as the jester simply broke the table in half with his balloon dildo, but it was enough to distract him from the main threat.

“Diiiieeeee!!!” Figaro almost sung, as Moonglaive slashed through the air with force enough to cut the stone. The blade went through the clown’s body like if it was made of butter, hitting the floor under him and ramming into the cobblestone.

But the hit seemed to have surprisingly little effect on the clown. Despite formally being very dead, he managed to look over the scene of the bar, absorbing the view of his defeated comrades and pretty much unharmed adventurers. Something of an irritated grimace run through clown's face, before he turned to Figaro with an impish smile and pointed at his own bisected head.

“Ouch,” he said, and with a loud, high-pitched “PPFFT” his body deflated like a balloon, leaving on the ground, what seemed to be a thin layer of plastic and gum.

“Huh?” Figaro kicked the remains of clown with a feet. When that resulted in no reaction, he promptly scavenged the corpse for cotton candy, but much to his disappointment, clown didn’t seem to have any on him, what resulted in the irritated groan from the catboy. “Goddamit, this day sucks!”

He plucked the Moonglaive up from the floor and looked around. The fight was slowly coming to an end, but the violet girl seemed to be trapped in some sort of magical, white bubble. Figaro’s muscles pained, now that the magical rush of Metabolic Boost was wearing off, but he raised the Moonglaive and slashed to surface of the bubble, making sure to not strike the girl inside.

Figaro - HP: 12/30
Metabolic Boost: 1/2
Spectral Copy: 2/4
Clown I – HP: -14/5
Damage to bubble - 5

Mentioned: thefinalgirl

 

[thefinalgirl]

As Lily was having a stroll on the quiet part of the city, she noticed some kind of fight break out in the bar. She wasn't too happy to see it as it was a bar that she frequently visited but, she ran inside the building. "Let's dance, boys."

She noticed some clowns that were causing a commotion inside the fine establishment. She saw another group of people who were fighting the clowns, they were foreigners as she hadn't seen them just until now. She was confused on who to trust but she proceeded to throw away her fur coat and get her pistols as they were falling from her coat. "It's playtime for my pistols, shall we?"

Lily proceeded to point her guns at a crying clown, he was defenseless and was perfect for an easy kill. She pulled the trigger and let a bullet fly. The bullet ricocheted at what seems to be a broken clock that has been lit on fire. She was disappointed at herself but, Lily proceeded to shoot another clown. It landed between his eyes and made the insides of his head splatter to the wall behind him. "Bingo." She smiled as she made herself into a defensive stance.

Lily's HP: 43/43

Clown G: -6/5
Clown E: Missed.

 

[quadraxis201]

As the fight against the garish group of clowns continued, Kirron observed as the others did their part. The zombie girl was intent on making her share of clowns either cry or suffer from bleeding eardrums (at least, before she was imprisoned in a bubble), the cat boy was rather aggressively killing any clowns he saw (especially the one that had left poisonous blotches on his skin), the mage was scared half to death of her assailants (though thankfully, she had loosed a fireball at one of them), the double-shield-bearing human was... doing whatever he was doing, and the same could be said for the goblin.

It was growing increasingly apparent that the hellish hordes were thinning, and Kirron gave a sideways grin. "Nicely done." He stated. Then, something happened that honestly made his smile go deadpan. As if the army of clowns wasn't outlandish enough...

Another woman had entered the fight, armed with... were those /guns/ on her heels? Kirron said absolutely nothing as she pulled out a pistol and proceeded to blow a clown's brains clear against a nearby wall. Come to think of it, he was so completely dumbfounded that he didn't even move at all in that instant.

Having gotten over his moment of being utterly stupefied by how much more absurd this scuffle had gotten, Kirron proceeded to pursue another clown who seemed to be eyeing the cat boy suspiciously, perhaps to attack. "I think not." Kirron hissed as he got up behind the clown. With a pair of swings that first struck the clown's legs, then its head, Kirron decisively claimed victory. "My deepest apologies, but feline is not on the menu tonight. There is, however, a particularly fine dish being served down there. Tastes like brimstone, or so I heard." He quipped.

Then there was the matter of freeing the zombie from the bubble. The glaive-wielding cat boy had already begun to hack away at the bubble, and Kirron wanted in. "Perhaps I can be of assistance, here."

Kirron's HP: 14/19

Clown H has been slain by Kirron.

Interacting with:
Everyone in the Idle Bar (loosely)
Vyseryx

 

[thefinalgirl]

The undead girl and her bone serpent was defending themselves when suddenly, a big white light envelops them. At first, Maria was confused. But after a moment, she realized that it was a Force Sphere. She had studied magic while she was still fully alive. Her brain hadn't remember all the details but she knew that it could be damaged in order to break it.

As she was thinking of ways to break it, she felt a big thump on the bubble. She was wondering on what it was but, she proceeded to muster her strength and say, "Leviathan, use Serpent Tail!" The serpent responded back with, "Really? My tail will fix our problem? I guess I'll do it." The creature proceeded to use his tail and pierce through the bubble. It popped and they both came out of it. She felt her bum being pressed flat on the ground. Maria proceeded to stand and regain her composure. She grabbed Levi's tail and started to sing. She spotted a heavily armored fellow and decided to sing at him.

"Fly me to the moon,
And let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like
on Jupiter and Mars.

In other words, hold my hand.
In other words, please be true.~"

Maria's HP: 23/23

Maria: Casted Song of War on Joe Kabboom

 

[Kabboom]

Getting up, Joe heard a song. A song he hadn't heard, since he was but a childling back in the Realworld. Impossible. How does that even work? Why does she know that? Wh0mst taught her Frank Sinatra, of all the people, and why was it a viable spell in this world? "Is that Frank SiNATRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH-" he yelled in response, attacking furiously at the singular clown left, clown E. With about three angered shield bashes, the dude was thoroughly incapacitated.

With that, the bar had returned to silence. Or at least, the quietest it can be, with a burning clock and some crying clowns on the floor. Not very quiet at all. His anger now simmered, Mackayleylough looks over the newcomers.

Where the hell did they all come from?

Ah, who cares. For now, where did these clowns come from? And who educated them on knife-gifting? Grabbing the sobbing clown, Joe made his best impression of one of his world's most impressive detectives. "WHURRRISSSSSSHEEEEEE??????"

This interrogation's gonna be fun. For now, the clowns have all dissipated, and peace comes. For a bit.

 

[KairiNyaa]

Kazard and the clown stood, staring each other down. Each about to make their next move. The two of them were exchanging nothing more than scrapes up to now. This would be it. The killing blow. The fi-

"Huh!?!" A big boulder of metal and stupidity clattered his way into the menacing jester. He watched as he beat him down and screamed at the clown. And Kazard was confused, for only a brief moment, before he became angry. "Why did you take Kazard's foe!!! Kazard was about to kill that clown!"

Kazard had nothing left when it came to personal affects he could throw and smash. So he just stomped and stood his ground, staring at the metal behemoth, fuming.

 

[Vyseryx]

Figaro; The Idle Bar
The fight seemed to be over. Last clown was currently being interrogated (more or less) by Joe, but since the poor jester was incapacitated, Figaro didn’t have any interest in him. The bubbled girl was also free and has delivered a quite an eerily song, as if it came from another dimension entirely.

A new person had joined the scene in the meantime, wearing a very flowy outfit. One of the strips of material waved just above the ground, moving together with woman’s body and completely hypnotising Figaro.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.

Catboy’s head followed the movements as his fur bristled up, awaiting the hunt. Figaro lowered down, tensed up and jumped in the direction of Lily, aiming at the strip of clothing.

Mentioned: thefinalgirl

 

[thefinalgirl]

The proper lady was relieved as the issue was resolved. She heard a girl sing a song, her voice was beautiful. The song that she heard was quite familiar to her, as if it was something from the old days. She proceeded to walk slowly to the girl, while strutting her legs. Before she could reach her, she noticed a figure of a human that has cat ears. She dodged before the 'thing' had any chance to pounce on her.

"My, my. I thought animals were kept on leashes, am I wrong?" She smiled cheekily as she proceeded to remain her composure and crossed her arms. Lily wanted to point her guns at the animal but, she decided not to in order to not draw as much opposition against her. She knew she was weak without her pistols and could not handle any massive blows to herself.

Lily: Idle Bar
Vyseryx

 

[quadraxis201]

Now that the clowns were defeated, Kirron was able to properly look at everyone over once more upon holstering his hammer which, upon closer inspection, had been dirtied by bloodstains. He'd have to clean those off, later.

The cat-boy seemed particularly interested in the free-hanging portions of the gun-heeled woman's outfit, and admittedly it got something of a grin out of him. But, there was something about the feline that had caught his eye-- something he thought nigh-impossible to ignore-- namely, the weapon he used. "Now, now. As somewhat adorable as that is, there is something I want to ask you." Kirron said to him. "That weapon you have... might I have a look at it for a moment? I seek to confirm something for myself, if that will be alright with you."

While Kirron awaited a response, he briefly strode over to the clock that the magic-toting goblin had destroyed. He picked up a small shard of wood that still bore a miniature flame and, combined with a small cluster of herbs he had produced from one of his coat pockets, lit his pipe as a small puff of smoke emerged from it. On the way back, he picked up what he easily presumed was the lower jaw of the bone snake that accompanied the undead girl that had showed her prowess for singing. Kirron studied the piece carefully as he returned to the cat-boy, turning it this way and that, like a historian or archaeologist might study a fossil. "Yes, yes, I see... hmm..." Kirron mused to himself. At this moment, he was formulating something of a plan in the back of his head. It was only a mere concept at this point, but perhaps...

Kirron also contemplated asking the gun-toting (and admittedly sexy, though Kirron would not be so easily swayed by such things) woman how she came to acquire her weapons. They seemed much too fantastic to be regular, run-of-the-mill pistols, and he had to find out just what the deal was with those weapons for himself. For now, however, he placed that thought in something of a mental queue to let it sit and wait for later.

Then, there was the goblin. As apparently short-tempered as he was, Kirron was debating if he should perhaps help him. Maybe, he thought, the two of them had simply gotten off on the wrong foot, and they needed something to get a bit closer. /Seeing as he's exhausted every weapon at his disposal, he might need a new one. And, I think I've just the thing... if he's willing to cooperate for more than five milliseconds at a time./ He thought to himself.

Kirron's HP: 19/19

The battle is over, Kirron's HP has been restored.

Interacting with:
Vyseryx

 

[KairiNyaa]

Kazard had taken a moment to calm down, and took notice of a clown corpse. The smelly 'human' girl would be upset if he... played with a live one. He stood over the corpse, and yanked at it's bright red nose. He threw the ball into the air and shouted, this time in a much more celebratory manner, "Confetti!!!", bursting it into all manner of colorful scraps of paper.

He started dancing on the comedic carcass, as the flakes all fall to the floor around him. Stomping on the body and cheering all manner of boasts, "Haha, yes! We killed them! Haha! They have nothing on the Nilbog! Kazard's mighty spells save the day! Kazard is great powerful wizard! Kazard could fight anyone! And all you were good help in this fight, yes! Even Dwarfy and Smelly!"

Kazard's cheers continued for a while, before he was finally approached by 'Dwarfy'. He quit his dancing and looked toward the stout man. They were nearly face to face, Kazard having some extra height from the boisterous body, but the dwarf was still some inches taller.

The goblin's face turned from a jagged grin to a careful stare. "Yes, yes what is it you are wanting? I am trying to celebrate! You helped with Kazard's fight and killed some clowns, but do not be thinking that mean Kazard trust you!"

 

[thefinalgirl]

The undead songstress was wondering on where the bone serpent's jaw was. She saw that it was picked up by a small dwarf man. It was the same dwarf who asked for directions and the one who was surrounded by ruffians in the back alley. Maria started to walk towards the dwarf and said, "Um. Excuse me but, may I have my friend's jaw back? It would be very much appreciated." She was a curvy gal for sure but, this didn't really bother her as her caring personality would always shine the most.

The girl noticed a clown that was crying on the floor. He was near her. She walked up to the clown and crouched. Maria signaled Leviathan to calm down as she was only going to talk to the clown. "Hey there, would you like a treat? I bet it will lighten your day up slightly." The girl proceeded to take out a small muffin from her small satchel. She patted the clown on it's back as he was crying. She didn't like seeing people cry but, she didn't like seeing people dying either. "You know, maybe you just need a small song to make you happy. I'll start." The undead girl grabbed the serpent's tail and proceeded to sing again.

"Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way."

She locked eyes with the clown and gave him a smile.

Maria: The Idle Bar
quadraxis201

 

[Vyseryx]

Figaro, the Idle Bar
The stripe (and the woman) had gracefully evaded Figaro’s pounce, resulting in catboy unintentionally performing a forward roll on the floor. As he was standing up, ready to attack again, somebody spoke to him.

“That weapon you have... might I have a look at it for a moment?” the dwarf asked, apparently curious about Moonglaive.

“Ah?” Figaro picked up his weapon and looked at it for a moment. Technically, a little man long ago told him not to give Moonglaive to anyone. But now, another little man asked Figaro to give him the blade. Was that even the same little man? Figaro could never tell them apart. “Okay, little man, just give it back soon, right?”

Catboy handled Moonglaive to Kirron, and then proceeded to stay close, perhaps too close, to the dwarf, when he was examining the weapon.

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[quadraxis201]

The undead songstress, having noticed Kirron carrying the lower half of her serpent's jaw, had asked him if she could have it back, to which Kirron replied with, "Oh, certainly. To tell the truth, I was planning how I was going to reattach it to your... shall we say, serpentine friend. You see, I've worked with metal and I've worked with stone, though I cannot say I've worked with bone. Curious material, that. If you have an idea as to what to do, I'll leave this to you." Kirron held out the jaw piece and allowed the girl to take it from him.

With both of his hands now free, Kirron turned to face the cat boy, who graciously allowed him to examine the glaive. Kirron pulled down all of the lenses on his spectacles before accepting the weapon into his hands. He looked at every minute detail of the weapon, turning it this way and that like a jeweler might glance upon a fine diamond. "My word..." He commented. "A weapon like this, made of wood? There's only one individual I know that could have crafted something this fine-- good old Fyrkis. I had wondered what happened to him since he left the Clockwork City, you know? A real oddball, that one. Fascinated with making weapons of wood, he was, thought they could be just as useful as metal. I'll admit that even I was a bit suspicious, but..." Kirron briefly paused his explanation to rotate the glaive a small amount more. "Judging from your performance with it, I can see for myself that he was right. You, my feline acquaintance, have quite an exquisite weapon at your disposal. Do take good care of it, yes?" With that, Kirron returned the weapon to its owner and pushed the magnification lenses back up.

Speaking of weapons, Kirron lent his attention to the goblin last. "Well, we have only just met. I suppose it's fair that you do not fully trust me. Nevertheless..." Kirron adjusted his spectacles. "I can see you're lacking something of a weapon at this present moment. However, I can fix that problem for you if you so desire. I am a blacksmith, you see, and I craft weapons and armor." Kirron patted the hammer that rested on his belt. "There is... more about me than just that, but I'll save that for when everyone here decides to give proper introductions, seeing as we had felled these demonic jesters together." Gently squeezing his chin, he said, "Now, then. You're a magic user-- this much I can discern. Perhaps a staff might work wonders for you, to amplify your magic power, perchance? I have found that possessing a medium through which magic power can be channeled can prove to be quite useful."

Kirron's HP: 19/19

Interacting with:
thefinalgirl
Vyseryx
KairiNyaa

 

[Kabboom]

The last clown has proven resilient against Joe's interrogation tactics. Damn clowns and their inability-to-function-properly-when-crying techniques! He must learn that one some time. Disappointed, he dropped the clown down again and faced the crowd of folks that assembled themselves here to fight the clowns or something.

A grenade rolled under his feet.

Confetti came out of the explosion, along with an ultra-clown, one head taller than Joe is, and wielding two shields. Plagiarism is a worsening crime, then, as Clownjoe pushes Joe up through the roof, leaving his upper body stuck within the brickwork. Thankfully, no damage, for the armor had taken the bricks, and Joe quickwittedly ate up all the rubble.

"Omae wa mou shindeiru!" The Clownjoe bellowed his strange war-cry, as he bashes his shield together and takes up offensive formation.

thefinalgirl quadraxis201 Pilgrim59 Trappy Vyseryx KairiNyaa

 

[thefinalgirl]

As Lily was observing everything that was happening around her, she remembered the girl from before and noticed a serpent coming out of her head that could move. It reminded her of a certain professor that disappeared during her university days. The woman approached the little girl, "Hey, I heard you sing a song. Was that original or written by another person?" The undead girl and her bone serpent looked at her and responded with, "Well, it was given to me by a man, before I died anyways. I just kept it, the songs are nice though." The older woman nodded in fascination as she remembered it from somewhere in her hometown. Maria called Levi over and attached his jaw back. It snapped on like magnets and his mouth could be moved again.

Maria and Levi felt happy that someone took notice of her singing, it was her dream to sing in front of crowds and spotlights after all. She smiled at the woman, eyeing her. Levi looked at her closely and inspected the lady who wore pistols at her feet. "Wait, I feel like I met you somewhere. You look familiar, is your name Lily?" Lily widened her eyes and looked at the serpent, "Is that you? Professor Leviathan? It has been ages ever since we met!" Levi gave a smile as he was happy that a student of his remembered him.

As they had a conversation, Lily noticed a man in danger and ran at the clown while giving him a kick to the face. The clown fell to the floor with his cheek spilling blood and his teeth cracked. She proceeded to put her foot on his chest and looked at the entity, "You're not worth the dirt to bury you in." Maria and Levi dashed on over to her spot where she still kept her foot on the thing's chest. "Well, that wasn't very nice. You could have killed him! The clown just stood there!" Maria gave a shocked expression as she looked at Lily and gave her a look of disappointment. "You're as much use as a corpse." The older woman gave a cheeky smile to the undead girl while winking at the bone serpent. "She was certainly a fierce lady. Don't you agree, Maria?" The serpent said to her owner as she responded with, "Well, she certainly is." The corpse proceeded to cross her arms and give a mad look on her face.

Lily walked up to the man who was targeted by the odd entity that appeared out of nowhere. "Darling, are you alright?" She gave him a sly look while she crossed her arms and stood sternly.

Kabboom

 

[Pilgrim59]

The White Mage
Jun

HP: 23/29

Location: Idle Bar, Amson
Interactions: Joe ( Kabboom )
Mentions: N/A

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"Oh..." the mage muttered to herself, as the last of the clowns fell flat.

The battle ended, much to the mage's relief. She took a few heavy breath, as she tries to compose herself. Grabbing for a nearby mug, the mage poured herself some water and took a sip. She closed her eyes, having drenched her thirst, and cowered behind the counter - of which had became her new haven. The mage was still embarrassed about her recent magical feat. She wasn't proud. It's almost as if all those times that she had spent training herself was all for nothing. As if her fateful life was dictated by a mere dice, and hers had shied from a fortunate one.

The mage's messy hair emerged from the counter, like a fluffy snow bush, as she glared across the room at the sight of Joe's malfunctions. Everyone was weird and outlandish in their demeanor and introductory feat of arms. Ironically, the mage was the same, but she discerned such thoughts. But for now, this was her new company of allies, and it didn't take long for her eccentric personality to kick in.

"Kakaka! Foolish beings! They were no match for my powers! Kakaka! Remember the name! The one and only! Jun the Magnificent! Kakaka!" the white mage chuckled, as she strikes a few poses over the defeated foes, while making sound effects.

"it's alright Joe. You'll get your moments soon." she said, claiming her dominance, although she did not contribute much, but Jun would digress.

She was consumed in her own world at the moment.