Fantasy The Worst Pantheon: Live and Reloaded (IC Thread) (OPEN)

[Churl]

"...shure, why not." Helsa stumbles over to her desk and chair and collapses in said chair. "Right, sho. I may be ehxtremely drunk right now, becaushe, I can't remember what Krassmas even ish. Mind ehxplaining it to our viewersh?

“Ho Ho Ho! Why, Krassmas is not just one thing, it is every-thing-thing. It is every-where-where. And soon, it’ll be you-too-too.”

Ickol looked at the odd being and shrugged. “Some...kind...of...extra-dimensional...holiday, I...think. Not...sure...why...he’s...being...ominous...about...it.”

 

[KolastoRPN]

“Ho Ho Ho! Why, Krassmas is not just one thing, it is every-thing-thing. It is every-where-where. And soon, it’ll be you-too-too.”

Ickol looked at the odd being and shrugged. “Some...kind...of...extra-dimensional...holiday, I...think. Not...sure...why...he’s...being...ominous...about...it.”

"...that ish extremely ominoush." Helsa drunkenly said. "Anyway, what ish Krassmas all about?"

 

[Celestial Speck]

Ickol Conversational

On a ruined desk, the ‘prisoner’ tugged at her corruption collar.
“Question...for...the...audience, anyone...know...how...to...remove...this...without...poisoning...myself? No? Great. Yeah, just...ignore...everyone...and...have...yourselves...a...big...get-together.

...

Together...bah. The...special...is...ruined.”

A bang reverberated throughout the studio. And another. And another. Footsteps. Strong, powerful steps that shake the building like a bowl full of jelly. The temperature chilled, and all present felt light headed and almost nauseous, like the air around them was giving a sugar rush. He steps into view, a stained, torn coat of red, a lean figure looking with equal parts mischief and a feral hunger at the guests around him as he giggles. His head abruptly turns, and with it everything about him changes as well. A more round figure, skin holding a faint blue tint, dark eyes that appear as empty as they had previously felt bursting with the madness within. Krass Krangle strides to the only upright chair and sits on it.

“Ho Ho Ho! Greetings my-children-children! Have any of you been up to snow-good-good? I hope not, or god or not, Yule be-sorry-sorry! Ah, I have heard so much about you-all-all! Let’s see, I take it the one in that red suit is the-coward-coward? That makes the slime one the-fussbudget-fussbudget. And of course, I’ve heard all about you, you’re the-the-fool! Ho Ho Ho! I’ve been waiting to see you all with my own-own-eyes! Come, let us talk about warm fires and cold nights and wonderful presents and bloody-freights-freights! It’s still a Krassmas special, after-all-all!”

Ocaeril, still, looked over as the strange being who suddenly showed, letting out a hic as he still held both Inqui and Helsa with his hands, before letting go of them for comfort's sake, and staring at this strange man. Creature? It looked like a creature of sorts, maybe a dog person, even. He really wasn't sure. He was so drunk that Krankle looked like a giraffe, a bear, and everything else all at once because of so freaking dizzy he was. Still, when he called him the 'fool', he pointed at himself, as if asking if he meant him, but realizing it probably did, considering Helsa picked the 'coward', and Inqui was most likely the flubeshetaklabah or whatever he said, he assumed it was him.

"F~fool? H~Hic...Now...Now thas jus' meaaaaaan..." Ocaeril said, hiccuping and sobbing. (?) "I...I thoush~ I h~had e~evolved f~from bein' a b~brat...Wh~Who's being sending th~thesh rums 'bout us? H~Helsa m~may be a lil' c~cowardish, b~but she's shill h~hot! A~and sm~smart! I'm petty shure~...Bwut Inqui is too...And A~Asshriam i~is my wo~workout bu~buddy! B~Baldur i~is meh, K~Kurantse i~ish supeh smart, Cardicious is... fuckyoucardiciousyouknowwhatyoudid and FRUUUUCK A TRUCK, ARCEUS!" More hiccups and sobs as he spoke the name of the last god.

"Alsho, ywha, whassit a~about? Y~You know Quey quey? I~ I think she k~knows y~you..."

 

[Churl]

"...that ish extremely ominoush." Helsa drunkenly said. "Anyway, what ish Krassmas all about?"

“Ho Ho Ho! A holiday where I give gifts to the nice of the-world-world! And all celebrate the spirit of togetherness and-giving-giving!”

His head rotated, and his form changed with it back to the lean animalistic man. “Oh oh oh? You-You-can give a lot of stuff! Presents-presents, items, diseases, punishments!”

His head rotated back. “Ho Ho Ho! Please excuse me, he’s not quite right in the-head-head. Sadly, a trait he inherited from our-creator-creator. I worry for him some-times-times. The other guy, not that sack of grinch-fur that spawned-us-us.”

Ocaeril, still, looked over as the strange being who suddenly showed, letting out a hic as he still held both Inqui and Helsa with his hands, before letting go of them for comfort's sake, and staring at this strange man. Creature? It looked like a creature of sorts, maybe a dog person, even. He really wasn't sure. He was so drunk that Krankle looked like a giraffe, a bear, and everything else all at once because of so freaking dizzy he was. Still, when he called him the 'fool', he pointed at himself, as if asking if he meant him, but realizing it probably did, considering Helsa picked the 'coward', and Inqui was most likely the flubeshetaklabah or whatever he said, he assumed it was him.

"F~fool? H~Hic...Now...Now thas jus' meaaaaaan..." Ocaeril said, hiccuping and sobbing. (?) "I...I thoush~ I h~had e~evolved f~from bein' a b~brat...Wh~Who's being sending th~thesh rums 'bout us? H~Helsa m~may be a lil' c~cowardish, b~but she's shill h~hot! A~and sm~smart! I'm petty shure~...Bwut Inqui is too...And A~Asshriam i~is my wo~workout bu~buddy! B~Baldur i~is meh, K~Kurantse i~ish supeh smart, Cardicious is... fuckyoucardiciousyouknowwhatyoudid and FRUUUUCK A TRUCK, ARCEUS!" More hiccups and sobs as he spoke the name of the last god.

"Alsho, ywha, whassit a~about? Y~You know Quey quey? I~ I think she k~knows y~you..."

“Ho Ho Ho! It seems my source was-right-right! There does seem to be quite a lot of naughty ones among-you-you. Don’t worry, old chap, I’ll be sure to send a Krassmas card to those that are elfish this time of-year-year. They’ll all learn a little-claustrophobia-claustrophobia. Ho Ho Ho, I am sleighing-it-it! But who is-Quey-Quey?”

Ickol looked at Krass with suspicion. She had told him about the other gods, well, complained really, but she hadn’t quite expected him to take it so seriously.

 

[Celestial Speck]

“Ho Ho Ho! A holiday where I give gifts to the nice of the-world-world! And all celebrate the spirit of togetherness and-giving-giving!”

His head rotated, and his form changed with it back to the lean animalistic man. “Oh oh oh? You-You-can give a lot of stuff! Presents-presents, items, diseases, punishments!”

His head rotated back. “Ho Ho Ho! Please excuse me, he’s not quite right in the-head-head. Sadly, a trait he inherited from our-creator-creator. I worry for him some-times-times. The other guy, not that sack of grinch-fur that spawned-us-us.”

“Ho Ho Ho! It seems my source was-right-right! There does seem to be quite a lot of naughty ones among-you-you. Don’t worry, old chap, I’ll be sure to send a Krassmas card to those that are elfish this time of-year-year. They’ll all learn a little-claustrophobia-claustrophobia. Ho Ho Ho, I am sleighing-it-it! But who is-Quey-Quey?”

Ickol looked at Krass with suspicion. She had told him about the other gods, well, complained really, but she hadn’t quite expected him to take it so seriously.

Ocaeril then pointed at Inqui, who was right next to him. "Swhe's...Swhe's one of my bwest friends ever! Swhe...Swhe did swomething really important to me in the p~past...I'm...I do~don't remember whw~whwat it was, rweally, b~but, sh~she t~taught me t~things t~that m~made me who I~I am to~today...Sh~she...She was one of my...My first and on~only friends! T~The o~one wh~who shitcked w~with m~me fwom t' beginn~beginning! T~The p~patron of h~heroes, o~over h~here! T~though swhe do~doesn't like u~usin' her real nalme...S~So I~I'm using a nicknack! ...Nickack. Niiiiiick...Nawme! Hic!"

Ocaeril rubbed his cheek on Inqui's head affectionately, patting her for something she did for him that he doesn't quite remember.

"W~When Ar~Arceus aban...Abandoned me wh~when he cr~created me...She st~stuck w~with me d~despite m~my fl~flaws! Sh~she's an angel! A~A true fren!"

 

[KolastoRPN]

“Ho Ho Ho! A holiday where I give gifts to the nice of the-world-world! And all celebrate the spirit of togetherness and-giving-giving!”

His head rotated, and his form changed with it back to the lean animalistic man. “Oh oh oh? You-You-can give a lot of stuff! Presents-presents, items, diseases, punishments!”

His head rotated back. “Ho Ho Ho! Please excuse me, he’s not quite right in the-head-head. Sadly, a trait he inherited from our-creator-creator. I worry for him some-times-times. The other guy, not that sack of grinch-fur that spawned-us-us.”

“Ho Ho Ho! It seems my source was-right-right! There does seem to be quite a lot of naughty ones among-you-you. Don’t worry, old chap, I’ll be sure to send a Krassmas card to those that are elfish this time of-year-year. They’ll all learn a little-claustrophobia-claustrophobia. Ho Ho Ho, I am sleighing-it-it! But who is-Quey-Quey?”

Ickol looked at Krass with suspicion. She had told him about the other gods, well, complained really, but she hadn’t quite expected him to take it so seriously.

"I shee, I shee…" Helsa drunkenly nodded. "I think Ocasheril means Inqui, over there..." The corruption goddess points at said hero goddess.

 

[Churl]

Ocaeril then pointed at Inqui, who was right next to him. "Swhe's...Swhe's one of my bwest friends ever! Swhe...Swhe did swomething really important to me in the p~past...I'm...I do~don't remember whw~whwat it was, rweally, b~but, sh~she t~taught me t~things t~that m~made me who I~I am to~today...Sh~she...She was one of my...My first and on~only friends! T~The o~one wh~who shitcked w~with m~me fwom t' beginn~beginning! T~The p~patron of h~heroes, o~over h~here! T~though swhe do~doesn't like u~usin' her real nalme...S~So I~I'm using a nicknack! ...Nickack. Niiiiiick...Nawme! Hic!"

Ocaeril rubbed his cheek on Inqui's head affectionately, patting her for something she did for him that he doesn't quite remember.

"W~When Ar~Arceus aban...Abandoned me wh~when he cr~created me...She st~stuck w~with me d~despite m~my fl~flaws! Sh~she's an angel! A~A true fren!"

“Ho Ho Ho! Sounds like a nice girl-indeed-deed. Oh deer, it seems I shall have to work extra hard to find the perfect gift for-you-you! Ho Ho Ho!”

"I shee, I shee…" Helsa drunkenly nodded. "I think Ocasheril means Inqui, over there..." The corruption goddess points at said hero goddess.

“Ho Ho Ho, why, there was a girl in the old world with that-name-name! Always on the nice-list-list. Is that a trait of fate, perh-wait. Wait. wAiT. Are yOu-her-her? Inqui-Rey-Rey?”

Although still grinning, Krass now has a different sort of intensity about him as he focuses on Inqui.
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[Celestial Speck]

“Ho Ho Ho! Sounds like a nice girl-indeed-deed. Oh deer, it seems I shall have to work extra hard to find the perfect gift for-you-you! Ho Ho Ho!”

“Ho Ho Ho, why, there was a girl in the old world with that-name-name! Always on the nice-list-list. Is that a trait of fate, perh-wait. Wait. wAiT. Are yOu-her-her? Inqui-Rey-Rey?”

Although still grinning, Krass now has a different sort of intensity about him as he focuses on Inqui.
BlackCat-055

...Ocaeril held Inqui closer, in an almost protective manner, as the way Krankle was looking at her made him slightly worried. Still, he didn't say anything, aside from the occasional drunken burps and hics.

 

[The Void Ever Watching]

The gods appeared once again in their great hall, sitting on their now less than impressive thrones and once again met with the bland feast prepared for them by some unseen metaphysical chef. This would be mundane, were it not for the flailing mass of tentacles and bodies now sitting upon the Sorcerer's throne, and the Void Lord, who was screaming at it.

The Void Ever Watching

"I MUST HAVE LEFT YOU IN MY POCKET! SORRY 'BOUT THAT! NOW, YOU'VE GOT A LOT OF CATCHING UP TO DO, SO GET ON THAT STAGE AND SHAKE WHAT I GAVE YOU OR I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WEREN'T JUST COHERENT ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING, BITCH!"

The Void Lord drops his pants and relieves himself on the Writhing Cosmos Master before vanishing, leaving the gods to convene once more.

Nyarlathotep, The Crawling Chaos (The Writhing Cosmos, God of the Eldritch)
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Action #1/2(?)​

The massive pile of flesh squirmed and writhed at the waste poured atop it. As eldritch energies gathered, time and space were warped by its thoughts of disgust, as a tear was opened and it was sent flailing into the earliest days of creation, to enact its history. Its vastness coating the primordial heavens, flesh hugging crystal as eons passed, and madness reigned it. As the earliest of Horrors crawled the planet, born of discarded flesh. It's own thoughts manifesting a realm, known by many names in the future but, its most plain of names simply being known as the Warp. Where the cruel and indifferent laughter of its fragmented mind roamed and ruled over for eons in existence. Unbeknownst to Mortals there own minds are the products of its insanity and thought, bound to mortal coils of reality abiding flesh.

Spoiler: The Warp(Large Image)

But, none that mattered now, as the stars of the present heaven took to strange colors, ranging from bestial brown to crimson red flames. As it foretold a dreadful prophecy that would rend its bearers full of dread, the return of Crawling Chaos hell-bent on causing the misery of man for its own amusement. Though, thankfully the reemergence of the Crawling Chaos brings forth the attention of the Faceted Ordainer, the archenemy of Chaos working unseen amongst those of scholarly thought. Their will and teachings gracing them with powers drawn from within and amplified by the World's flowing energy.

Which was bound to be upturned, as, within the writhing flesh, the Howler bartered and traded favors amongst the 'Gods' who reign the Cosmos. A dozen pods of malignant flesh were grown, imbued with foul energy created from the Cosmos's madness. The Black Wind made off with a score of demonic fluters and drummers, taken from there task of keeping a troublesome Fragment asleep. They were masters, second only to the 'Outer' or 'Great' ones in their mastery, of the streams of arcane thought.

The preparations were almost complete, the blood tongued god exchanged yet another favor to reintroduce the Cosmos's power and the Outer gods once more.
As the Black Goat, the Lurker, and greater kin readied themselves, as the howling of flutes and dreadful drums stopped for but a few seconds. The blind idiot God stirred, its impossibly vast and complex form shifting, the chaotic winds raged and surged at a height not seen till untold primordial times. As the pods were spat forth by a degenerate mouth, oozing back into puss, and the Idiot was lulled back into slumber by the Outer gods. While reality trembled as its stirring ripped the fragile threads holding it together, as the Warp's energies flowed from holes in it before the breaches closed by themselves.

The chaotic Winds followed the Pods, lighting up the heavens with a haze of colors, that mixed into dark energies and clouds of sickeningly green dust. The sheer speed of the descent broke the sound barrier, like howling flutes and the thumping of demonic drums. The mere presence of reality collapsing some of the excess tar-like magical streams into a solid form compressed into sickly green stone. That grew around the pods in random places, that flaked off heavily, failing downward most of it burning up midair, or drifted like fell clouds of dust.

The ethereal chaotic Winds blew across the world, composed of the Warp's energies that bellowed forths the gaseous winds. In its earliest moments, the weight of reality turned the most concentrated of the Winds into foul green stone. The exact locations were random but were most often found underground, places of defilement, or the isolated wilds and abodes of the various Old Ones. While the aetheric winds defused from their polluted state slowly into their preferred environments, the sky, graves, metal, forests, and more.

There rapid resurgence covered the approach of the Howler, and his borrowed instruments, as their pods of flesh, burned, smelly fat and oils melting off into cinders. As they landed in the desolate arctic, near the Huskarr, with loud booms, the eldritch abominations rising from the flesh mush. The nearby snow and ice melting, as forms not meant to be looked upon by mortal man 'sung' and played bewitching, demonic music throughout the land. That was easily heard, but forever out of reach, as the misty snows lead them astray by the will of Black Wind.
They would be unable to forget the sounds from the stars, bewitched by its forbidden allure, and years later an odd Walrus would arrive at isolated enclaves. He claimed to know of a way to get to the source of music in time, but in order to do so. They would have to practice strange customs and rituals that praised unfamiliar gods and other beings. Which subtly seeped into their culture, as the odd Walrus was careful, clever to not introduce overly radical ideas and practices early. The work of the Haunter of the Dark was surely at play, perhaps another of his many forms, or a rare follower at work?

Spoiler: Nyal's Troupe

While green shards littered the landscape of the arctic, the dark energies held within liable to mutate the landscape and creatures exposed to it. But, at the same time, it is an unknown, magically potent ingredient, able to heal wounds, and can be sources of power for lesser wielders of Magic.

The world would have been ravaged by the unprecedented amount of magical energy, if not for those very same energies being attracted heavily to the various abodes of the Great Old Ones, be they 'dead', dormant, or roaming the isolated areas of the world. Their very forms inhumane conduits for the eldritch energies from the Cosmos.
As the lands of the City-States, mostly those by the coast, are occasionally pelted by green hail, and tainted rain, the ancient lands of Carcosa hidden away by its King Hastur. It is due to return soon, as its King draws on energies that were long absent to him, his power returning to him somewhat. While the oceans dispersed the foul energy into its depths, even reaching R'lyeh and its hibernating ruler, Cthulhu the High Priest. Who's many kindred sleep in oceanic tombs spread across the seas, and his people, the Cthulhi and Deep Ones awaited Cthulhu's awakening. Alongside his loyal vassal Dagon and mate Mother Hydra, granted power by the High Priest of the Old Ones in ages long since past. Who is bound to emerge soon as the fell energies fill him with vigor unseen since the bygone days.

 

[KolastoRPN]

“Ho Ho Ho! Sounds like a nice girl-indeed-deed. Oh deer, it seems I shall have to work extra hard to find the perfect gift for-you-you! Ho Ho Ho!”

“Ho Ho Ho, why, there was a girl in the old world with that-name-name! Always on the nice-list-list. Is that a trait of fate, perh-wait. Wait. wAiT. Are yOu-her-her? Inqui-Rey-Rey?”

Although still grinning, Krass now has a different sort of intensity about him as he focuses on Inqui.
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...Helsa momentarily felt an urge to prepare a ball of corruption the moment she saw Krass's smile. She waved it off as her just being drunk.

"Hey, Ickol, do whe have any thime for any more queshtions?"

 

[Churl]

...Ocaeril held Inqui closer, in an almost protective manner, as the way Krankle was looking at her made him slightly worried. Still, he didn't say anything, aside from the occasional drunken burps and hics.

Maybe it’s his sloshed state, maybe it’s something more, but when Ocaeril looks at Krass he doesn’t see the same unnatural men the others see. He sees a large two headed beast, one snarling and rabid the other distant, cold. The cold head looks at Ocaeril and cocks to the side.
“Ho hO Ho! Not to worry, my-friend-end. I don’t wish her harm if she is who I believe she-is-is. Are-you-you? I need to hear you say-it-it.”

Krass’ grin grows wider. There is no mirth to it. Just an intensity, like the bite of the winter wind, or the button-eyes of an unwanted doll.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Maybe it’s his sloshed state, maybe it’s something more, but when Ocaeril looks at Krass he doesn’t see the same unnatural men the others see. He sees a large two headed beast, one snarling and rabid the other distant, cold. The cold head looks at Ocaeril and cocks to the side.
“Ho hO Ho! Not to worry, my-friend-end. I don’t wish her harm if she is who I believe she-is-is. Are-you-you? I need to hear you say-it-it.”

Krass’ grin grows wider. There is no mirth to it. Just an intensity, like the bite of the winter wind, or the button-eyes of an unwanted doll.

...His happiness is fake.

Ocaeril, even in this drunken state, could feel that. This man wasn't happy to see Inqui, in fact, his happiness felt fake. Like a doll whose smile was always planted on it. This man wasn't one to give presents, was he? He was one to possibly give chaos, that smile simply a escape goat.

And this form...This form of his. Ocaeril was still drunk, and yet...He held Inqui tighter, and whispered things in her mind, still hiccuping.

Be~~be careful~

This man...H~hics happinesy is fayke, as fayke as Ickol's tits

( BlackCat-055 )

 

[BlackCat-055]

A bang reverberated throughout the studio. And another. And another. Footsteps. Strong, powerful steps that shake the building like a bowl full of jelly. The temperature chilled, and all present felt light headed and almost nauseous, like the air around them was giving a sugar rush. He steps into view, a stained, torn coat of red, a lean figure looking with equal parts mischief and a feral hunger at the guests around him as he giggles. His head abruptly turns, and with it everything about him changes as well. A more round figure, skin holding a faint blue tint, dark eyes that appear as empty as they had previously felt bursting with the madness within. Krass Krangle strides to the only upright chair and sits on it.

“Ho Ho Ho! Greetings my-children-children! Have any of you been up to snow-good-good? I hope not, or god or not, Yule be-sorry-sorry! Ah, I have heard so much about you-all-all! Let’s see, I take it the one in that red suit is the-coward-coward? That makes the slime one the-fussbudget-fussbudget. And of course, I’ve heard all about you, you’re the-the-fool! Ho Ho Ho! I’ve been waiting to see you all with my own-own-eyes! Come, let us talk about warm fires and cold nights and wonderful presents and bloody-freights-freights! It’s still a Krassmas special, after-all-all!”

Inqui smiled at Krankle, she wanted to greet him and ask all about Elayra, but honestly he might do something like be amnesiac, you never know with Krankle

"Alsho, ywha, whassit a~about? Y~You know Quey quey? I~ I think she k~knows y~you..."

Inqui nods "I'm pretty sure Krankle knows!"

But who is-Quey-Quey?”

Inqui looks at Krankle with a distraught face, as if Krankle said she was in the naughty list forever "b-b-but Krankle! It's me! You always sent me gifts cause I was on th-

“Ho Ho Ho, why, there was a girl in the old world with that-name-name! Always on the nice-list-list. Is that a trait of fate, perh-wait. Wait. wAiT. Are yOu-her-her? Inqui-Rey-Rey?”

Although still grinning, Krass now has a different sort of intensity about him as he focuses on Inqui.
@BlackCat-055

Inqui rolled a NAT 1 on preception and simply smiled happily as Krankle recognizes her "it is me! Hi Mr. Krankle! I'm so happy you still remembered me! Your first gift was the most precious to me! Do you remember it Mr. Krankle?" She went over her pouch and took out a doll frog that croaked like a real one.

"Here he is! I named him Squishy cause he's so squishy!" Inqui then hugged Squishy to her face as Squishy croaked happily "I remembered when you first gave it to me I was very scared of it, but then when it didn't kill me, I quickly grew fond over it! Although Aqua-san and Nee-san...."

Inqui donned the face of a veteran soldier remembering the battlefield for a moment before shaking her head and smiling innocently at Krankle, she didn't know why, but she just felt like a kid again! Well she is a kid/teen in human form but even more like a kid! Like a kid who found out she had a dozen presents under the tree.

"But yeah! Your first gift was the most precious to me! And I never properly thanked you Mr. Krankle, so t-

...Ocaeril held Inqui closer, in an almost protective manner, as the way Krankle was looking at her made him slightly worried. Still, he didn't say anything, aside from the occasional drunken burps and hics.

Inqui meeped and looked at Ocaeril with blushing cheeks

"Oh no is he gonna do it? But my heart isn't ready yet! Although if it was with anyone, Ocaeril would be one of the people I tru-but ahhh! No! Stop it mind! My heart! bleh *mental dead sounds*"

Inqui looked at Ocaeril with heavy blushes and a blank face as she tried to form words

...His happiness is fake.

Ocaeril, even in this drunken state, could feel that. This man wasn't happy to see Inqui, in fact, his happiness felt fake. Like a doll whose smile was always planted on it. This man wasn't one to give presents, was he? He was one to possibly give chaos, that smile simply a escape goat.

And this form...This form of his. Ocaeril was still drunk, and yet...He held Inqui tighter, and whispered things in her mind, still hiccuping.

Be~~be careful~

This man...H~hics happinesy is fayke, as fayke as Ickol's tits

( BlackCat-055 )

Inqui scrunched up her face as she snapped out of her trance

"But Ocaeril! That's normal! Krankle being Santa Claus is his part-time job! The other times he works as the god of decay, dark humor, and rotting flesh! He like has drow slaves as his workers, the conditions were really horrible, like, they had to eat each other for food terrible"

 

[Celestial Speck]

Inqui smiled at Krankle, she wanted to greet him and ask all about Elayra, but honestly he might do something like be amnesiac, you never know with Krankle


Inqui nods "I'm pretty sure Krankle knows!"

Inqui looks at Krankle with a distraught face, as if Krankle said she was in the naughty list forever "b-b-but Krankle! It's me! You always sent me gifts cause I was on th-

Inqui rolled a NAT 1 on preception and simply smiled happily as Krankle recognizes her "it is me! Hi Mr. Krankle! I'm so happy you still remembered me! Your first gift was the most precious to me! Do you remember it Mr. Krankle?" She went over her pouch and took out a doll frog that croaked like a real one.

"Here he is! I named him Squishy cause he's so squishy!" Inqui then hugged Squishy to her face as Squishy croaked happily "I remembered when you first gave it to me I was very scared of it, but then when it didn't kill me, I quickly grew fond over it! Although Aqua-san and Nee-san...."

Inqui donned the face of a veteran soldier remembering the battlefield for a moment before shaking her head and smiling innocently at Krankle, she didn't know why, but she just felt like a kid again! Well she is a kid/teen in human form but even more like a kid! Like a kid who found out she had a dozen presents under the tree.

"But yeah! Your first gift was the most precious to me! And I never properly thanked you Mr. Krankle, so t-

Inqui meeped and looked at Ocaeril with blushing cheeks

"Oh no is he gonna do it? But my heart isn't ready yet! Although if it was with anyone, Ocaeril would be one of the people I tru-but ahhh! No! Stop it mind! My heart! bleh *mental dead sounds*"

Inqui looked at Ocaeril with heavy blushes and a blank face as she tried to form words

Inqui scrunched up her face as she snapped out of her trance

"But Ocaeril! That's normal! Krankle being Santa Claus is his part-time job! The other times he works as the god of decay, dark humor, and rotting flesh! He like has drow slaves as his workers, the conditions were really horrible, like, they had to eat each other for food terrible"

Ocaeril, in his drunken stupor, shook his head mentally. It was clear he wasn't so trusting about this Krass man, and his expression in Inqui's mind told her so. There was like...Some sort of duality for him. A duality that felt fake, felt non-real. Like someone trying to...AAARGH, curse his mind, he can't think straight! All he knows is that he can't let this man get near Inqui, or else things might go terribly! He has to protect Inqui at all costs!

"In-queyquey, i~is n~not t~thay! 'dis man...It's n~not j~jus his s~smile! A~all about him- no no, that's not how ya s~ay it, everything- they we goey! E~everything a~about h~him f~eels f~fake! I~I won't l~let h~him h~hurt you, I~I d~don't t~truat h~him one b~bit!"

Inqui could see the same beast Ocaeril was currently seeing inside his mind, the messed up version of Krankle with two heads- a beast.

Maybe it’s his sloshed state, maybe it’s something more, but when Ocaeril looks at Krass he doesn’t see the same unnatural men the others see. He sees a large two headed beast, one snarling and rabid the other distant, cold. The cold head looks at Ocaeril and cocks to the side.

( KolastoRPN )

O~oi, Hells! K~keep a w~watch on dis clown, ya hear me~? I~I don't think he~he's as good as h~he might be s~saying he~he is! I~if he hurts I~Inquey, attack wi~with me, and I~I'll say you w~won the drinking thing!

 

[KolastoRPN]

O~oi, Hells! K~keep a w~watch on dis clown, ya hear me~? I~I don't think he~he's as good as h~he might be s~saying he~he is! I~if he hurts I~Inquey, attack wi~with me, and I~I'll say you w~won the drinking thing!

Helsa drunkenly nods, and keeps several eyes on Krass, despite how extremely drunk she was right now. "I got thish..."

 

[BlackCat-055]

Ocaeril, in his drunken stupor, shook his head mentally. It was clear he wasn't so trusting about this Krass man, and his expression in Inqui's mind told her so. There was like...Some sort of duality for him. A duality that felt fake, felt non-real. Like someone trying to...AAARGH, curse his mind, he can't think straight! All he knows is that he can't let this man get near Inqui, or else things might go terribly! He has to protect Inqui at all costs!

"In-queyquey, i~is n~not t~thay! 'dis man...It's n~not j~jus his s~smile! A~all about him- no no, that's not how ya s~ay it, everything- they we goey! E~everything a~about h~him f~eels f~fake! I~I won't l~let h~him h~hurt you, I~I d~don't t~truat h~him one b~bit!"

"Oookay, thank you for trying to protect me at least?"

Inqui could see the same beast Ocaeril was currently seeing inside his mind, the messed up version of Krankle with two heads- a beast.

Inqui raised an eyebrow but didn't do anything. What? Krankle had many messed up forms, so she assumed this was one of them

 

[Churl]

Inqui nods "I'm pretty sure Krankle knows!"

"b-b-but Krankle! It's me! You always sent me gifts cause I was on th-

"it is me! Hi Mr. Krankle!

Do you remember it Mr. Krankle?"

"And I never properly thanked you Mr. Krankle, so t-“

“Krankle being Santa Claus is his part-time job!"

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As Inqui spoke Krass grew less composed, his fist tightening before reaching unconsciously for a weapon he didn’t have. His smile grew more and more strained, and he began to shudder violently. When he spoke, it was in a disjointed murmur that managed to sound more violent than any loud yell.
“Ho hO hO would you kindly shut-up-UP?! Oh, sorry dear, didn’t mean to raise my-voice-voice. I am-sorry-sorry! It’s just, that-name-name. Ahem. I. Am. Not. That. WRETCH.”

The studio shook and Krass seemed to hold himself back from lunging at the gods. With a frantic nervous energy he attempted to smooth his appearance and pretend the motion hadn’t happened.

“hO hO hO! iT’s jUsT, yOu-kNoW-kNoW? i’M-i’M-i’M-“

His head whirled around.

“Oh oh oh? Apologies-Apologies-my friends. If-I’d-you weren’t on the nice list, we might just have had to rip off your head and send it home to the big K. Maybe-maybe-that would be a start. Ha-Ha-just kidding. But-but-we are not who you believe we are. If-if-memory serves, you may come from a similar situation. We-we-are NOT that idiotic monster. We-we-are a shadow, an idea, a living dream brought to life with belief and miracles! Is-is-isn’t that what it’s all about in the end, anyway? Just-just-dreams and miracles. You-you-never really met us, little one. We-we-were just a costume, an alter ego of that LITTLE FU-“

Twist.

“Ho Ho Ho! Yes, we were just a-dream-dream. An-idea-idea. But ideas have-power-power. Stories can take on a life of their-own-own. But he didn’t like-that-that. None of the ones that found out-did-did. So what did they-do-do?”

Twist.

“Oh oh oh? They-they-trapped us!”

Twist.

“Stole our holiday!”

Twist.

“Replaced it! Kranksgiving!”

Twist.

“Replaced US! With a demon turkey!”

Twist.

“We could have joined them! Become a god!”

Twist.

“But they took everything! Who will give gifts to the world?”

Twist.

“Who will PUNISH those that piss on the sanctity of Krassmas?”

Twist.

“Who will deck the halls with lots of bodies?”

Twist.

“But it’s okay, really! Because now we’re here!”

Twist.

“It’ll be so much fun! Give this world its first Krassmas, one to remember! Make it our Winter Wonderland! And once we get enough power, spread the cheer to the rest of the planes and worlds!”

Krass stopped ranting to look Inqui in the eyes, his head slowly turning once more.

“You want to return home, don’t you child? I can grant you that-that-that! If-if-if you and your friends help me pull this Krassmas celebration off, we can work together and I can send you-you home! Oh, and take care of a naughty list of my own, of course. What do you say-say-say?”

Krass holds up a list to Inqui. Some of the names that aren’t on the list are a relief, like her ‘siblings’, Narus, Mr. Mora, but the ones that are.. Mr. Krankle’s name is underlined something fierce, as is Ms. Almalexia and her two friends. And Gunther and Yharin and Maeve... many are strangers, but she still recognizes every name in the list.

 

[Barbas]

Suddenly, and without any warning, every single one of the demons scattered throughout the the world feel a familiar presence in their minds.


My faithful minions, I have an announcement to make. My long hiatus has finally come to an end. And to celebrate this wondrous event, I will hosting a festival. A wonderful festival that you will all find to be quite 'exciting'.


The festival will be held at the Empire's capital city. Oh, and I should also mention that attendance is mandatory.


With that, the presence finally leaves, the demons begin their long journey.

 

[BlackCat-055]

As Inqui spoke Krass grew less composed, his fist tightening before reaching unconsciously for a weapon he didn’t have. His smile grew more and more strained, and he began to shudder violently. When he spoke, it was in a disjointed murmur that managed to sound more violent than any loud yell.
“Ho hO hO would you kindly shut-up-UP?! Oh, sorry dear, didn’t mean to raise my-voice-voice. I am-sorry-sorry! It’s just, that-name-name. Ahem. I. Am. Not. That. WRETCH.”

Inqui flinched backwards

"holy shit things went from 0 to 100 quick"

The studio shook and Krass seemed to hold himself back from lunging at the gods. With a frantic nervous energy he attempted to smooth his appearance and pretend the motion hadn’t happened.

“hO hO hO! iT’s jUsT, yOu-kNoW-kNoW? i’M-i’M-i’M-“

His head whirled around.

“Oh oh oh? Apologies-Apologies-my friends. If-I’d-you weren’t on the nice list, we might just have had to rip off your head and send it home to the big K. Maybe-maybe-that would be a start. Ha-Ha-just kidding. But-but-we are not who you believe we are. If-if-memory serves, you may come from a similar situation. We-we-are NOT that idiotic monster. We-we-are a shadow, an idea, a living dream brought to life with belief and miracles! Is-is-isn’t that what it’s all about in the end, anyway? Just-just-dreams and miracles. You-you-never really met us, little one. We-we-were just a costume, an alter ego of that LITTLE FU-“

Twist.

“Ho Ho Ho! Yes, we were just a-dream-dream. An-idea-idea. But ideas have-power-power. Stories can take on a life of their-own-own. But he didn’t like-that-that. None of the ones that found out-did-did. So what did they-do-do?”

Twist.

“Oh oh oh? They-they-trapped us!”

Twist.

“Stole our holiday!”

Twist.

“Replaced it! Kranksgiving!”

Twist.

“Replaced US! With a demon turkey!”

Twist.

“We could have joined them! Become a god!”

Twist.

“But they took everything! Who will give gifts to the world?”

Twist.

“Who will PUNISH those that piss on the sanctity of Krassmas?”

Twist.

“Who will deck the halls with lots of bodies?”

Twist.

“But it’s okay, really! Because now we’re here!”

Twist.

Inqui sweated more and more as Kran-Krass continued to break down more and more into a violent monster, by the end of his rant her adult human form melted back into a cowering slime girl form, does she dare fight against him? I mean she could, but she was scared, oh she definitely fought against worst of the worst, but Krass sent chills down her slimy back, wasn't this some of the fate of some of Heroic Spirits? Antonio Salleri, broken down and disfigured into what the people believe, a deranged monster that killed his protege in a fit of jealous rage, and wasn't it the case with Meryl? Meryl was the odd one of the aspects, she was different, she was cunning, why else would she be able to transform the Purification sphere of Aqua into the very opposite it's supposed to be? She was the one who embodied everything Aqua was negatively times a hundred, if someone could be defined evil, she was, but...is it because she wanted to be that? Or was she forced to be that? She recalled how she had fun with Rengee before she broke down and became worse, she was normal, but as Aqua came to terms with the consequences of her actions or more accurately denied it, she became worse, and thus more dangerous.

So while she should fight Krass, what if he was forced to be like this? If Meryl turned out like that with Aqua, imagine what could come out of Krass' progenitor? She should try to reason with him, yeah, that's why she's not fighting! Diplomacy! It's definitely not because she was scared out of her mind by the thing that makes her feel like a kid and thus terrified like a kid! Definitely not at all!

Mental Denial RANK:EX

“It’ll be so much fun! Give this world its first Krassmas, one to remember! Make it our Winter Wonderland! And once we get enough power, spread the cheer to the rest of the planes and worlds!”

Krass stopped ranting to look Inqui in the eyes, his head slowly turning once more.

“You want to return home, don’t you child? I can grant you that-that-that! If-if-if you and your friends help me pull this Krassmas celebration off, we can work together and I can send you-you home! Oh, and take care of a naughty list of my own, of course. What do you say-say-say?”

I looked up at the prospect of returning home, could I do that? Could I do it?! Mr. Mora?! Ms. Almalexia?! Can I actually go back home! But...what would I have to do that achieve that? Wh-

"Well, well, well, scaring up our patron and then manipulating them to do your chores? Think that would fly by us hmm?" a lance's blade tilted against Krass's throat, the lance belonged to the young Tanya lily, the younger version of Tanya, Krass was also held down by chains coming from a green-haired androgynous person

As Inqui looked around, she realized her Heroic Spirits materialized, all of them poised their weapons and themselves against Krass, each one made sure he wouldn't hurt her.

"Honestly, saying such things! We didn't intervene because we thought you were a god and thus couldn't even provide but a pinch at you, but this? Telling us you're like some of us? Congealed belief of stories and dreams turned into a living entity? Well that just means you can bleed" Tanya said as her grin grew bloodthirsty at the end.

She looked back at Ocaeril and Helsa, she had an annoyed look.

"Honestly gods, the lot of them, so useless to not even help their own friend" she taunted both Ocaeril and Helsa, but if they were able to know, they would realize she was just edging them so they could get themselves on high-gear

Krass holds up a list to Inqui. Some of the names that aren’t on the list are a relief, like her ‘siblings’, Narus, Mr. Mora, but the ones that are.. Mr. Krankle’s name is underlined something fierce, as is Ms. Almalexia and her two friends. And Gunther and Yharin and Maeve... many are strangers, but she still recognizes every name in the list.

Tanya took the list and threw it at Inqui, Inqui caught it and read it, she pursed her lips, she then looked up to Krankle, should she help him? But what would happen? What would he want her to do? Should she give in? Because, if she did, she could get to her home.

"Tell me Krass, what do you want me to do? What would you do to make your Krassmass come true?" She stood up and walked to Krass with fear yet courage "what will I do to let you grow in power? Because I'll be honest, it would most likely be bad, a-and what d-do you want me to d-do in th-is naughty list? M-ms Almalexia is in th-this list! W-what do you want from me? Because if you simply want carnage"

She took the list and placed her hands on it as if she was about rip it apart.

"This deal is off"

 

[Celestial Speck]

As Inqui spoke Krass grew less composed, his fist tightening before reaching unconsciously for a weapon he didn’t have. His smile grew more and more strained, and he began to shudder violently. When he spoke, it was in a disjointed murmur that managed to sound more violent than any loud yell.
“Ho hO hO would you kindly shut-up-UP?! Oh, sorry dear, didn’t mean to raise my-voice-voice. I am-sorry-sorry! It’s just, that-name-name. Ahem. I. Am. Not. That. WRETCH.”

The studio shook and Krass seemed to hold himself back from lunging at the gods. With a frantic nervous energy he attempted to smooth his appearance and pretend the motion hadn’t happened.

“hO hO hO! iT’s jUsT, yOu-kNoW-kNoW? i’M-i’M-i’M-“

His head whirled around.

“Oh oh oh? Apologies-Apologies-my friends. If-I’d-you weren’t on the nice list, we might just have had to rip off your head and send it home to the big K. Maybe-maybe-that would be a start. Ha-Ha-just kidding. But-but-we are not who you believe we are. If-if-memory serves, you may come from a similar situation. We-we-are NOT that idiotic monster. We-we-are a shadow, an idea, a living dream brought to life with belief and miracles! Is-is-isn’t that what it’s all about in the end, anyway? Just-just-dreams and miracles. You-you-never really met us, little one. We-we-were just a costume, an alter ego of that LITTLE FU-“

Twist.

“Ho Ho Ho! Yes, we were just a-dream-dream. An-idea-idea. But ideas have-power-power. Stories can take on a life of their-own-own. But he didn’t like-that-that. None of the ones that found out-did-did. So what did they-do-do?”

Twist.

“Oh oh oh? They-they-trapped us!”

Twist.

“Stole our holiday!”

Twist.

“Replaced it! Kranksgiving!”

Twist.

“Replaced US! With a demon turkey!”

Twist.

“We could have joined them! Become a god!”

Twist.

“But they took everything! Who will give gifts to the world?”

Twist.

“Who will PUNISH those that piss on the sanctity of Krassmas?”

Twist.

“Who will deck the halls with lots of bodies?”

Twist.

“But it’s okay, really! Because now we’re here!”

Twist.

“It’ll be so much fun! Give this world its first Krassmas, one to remember! Make it our Winter Wonderland! And once we get enough power, spread the cheer to the rest of the planes and worlds!”

Krass stopped ranting to look Inqui in the eyes, his head slowly turning once more.

“You want to return home, don’t you child? I can grant you that-that-that! If-if-if you and your friends help me pull this Krassmas celebration off, we can work together and I can send you-you home! Oh, and take care of a naughty list of my own, of course. What do you say-say-say?”

Krass holds up a list to Inqui. Some of the names that aren’t on the list are a relief, like her ‘siblings’, Narus, Mr. Mora, but the ones that are.. Mr. Krankle’s name is underlined something fierce, as is Ms. Almalexia and her two friends. And Gunther and Yharin and Maeve... many are strangers, but she still recognizes every name in the list.

...

Ocaeril's drunken expression soon becomes one of horror as Krankle started to speak, quickly getting up from his chair and still holding Inqui, slowly dragging her away from this creature. His own presence seemed to change, from a drunken and flirty idiot back to its original one. A determined, powerful god who one should not mess with. He quickly sent Inqui behind him, and using space time nijutsu, he summoned Abby behind him as well, the multiple snowmen already picking up snowballs filled with rocks and aiming at Krankle, as Ocaeril gritted his teeth in anticipation.

He knew something was wrong. He had sensed it! This thing, this being was evil, fake, even! He wasn't here for kindness and gifts, he was here for a Carnage! He wasn't a kind one who gave gifts, he took the very gift of life from people! Even in his extremely drunken state, Ocaeril could understand this. He could understand the danger Krass's very existence would pose to the world. To Inqui! To Helsa! To everyone here!

9 black orbs that had a purple glow to them started to float behind Ocaeril, his pupiless eyes, with only his irises stared at Krankle, ready for any movement. A blue, kind Chakra started to glow around him, as what almost appeared to be a mantle of it suddenly formed around him. The hics and burps were still there, but there was something else.

The Wish to Protect

"B~bodies? Y~you're a bi~bigger fool then I~ if you think I'll allow that, idiot~"

Inqui flinched backwards

"holy shit things went from 0 to 100 quick"

Inqui sweated more and more as Kran-Krass continued to break down more and more into a violent monster, by the end of his rant her adult human form melted back into a cowering slime girl form, does she dare fight against him? I mean she could, but she was scared, oh she definitely fought against worst of the worst, but Krass sent chills down her slimy back, wasn't this some of the fate of some of Heroic Spirits? Antonio Salleri, broken down and disfigured into what the people believe, a deranged monster that killed his protege in a fit of jealous rage, and wasn't it the case with Meryl? Meryl was the odd one of the aspects, she was different, she was cunning, why else would she be able to transform the Purification sphere of Aqua into the very opposite it's supposed to be? She was the one who embodied everything Aqua was negatively times a hundred, if someone could be defined evil, she was, but...is it because she wanted to be that? Or was she forced to be that? She recalled how she had fun with Rengee before she broke down and became worse, she was normal, but as Aqua came to terms with the consequences of her actions or more accurately denied it, she became worse, and thus more dangerous.

So while she should fight Krass, what if he was forced to be like this? If Meryl turned out like that with Aqua, imagine what could come out of Krass' progenitor? She should try to reason with him, yeah, that's why she's not fighting! Diplomacy! It's definitely not because she was scared out of her mind by the thing that makes her feel like a kid and thus terrified like a kid! Definitely not at all!

Mental Denial RANK:EX

I looked up at the prospect of returning home, could I do that? Could I do it?! Mr. Mora?! Ms. Almalexia?! Can I actually go back home! But...what would I have to do that achieve that? Wh-

"Well, well, well, scaring up our patron and then manipulating them to do your chores? Think that would fly by us hmm?" a lance's blade tilted against Krass's throat, the lance belonged to the young Tanya lily, the younger version of Tanya, Krass was also held down by chains coming from a green-haired androgynous person

As Inqui looked around, she realized her Heroic Spirits materialized, all of them poised their weapons and themselves against Krass, each one made sure he wouldn't hurt her.

"Honestly, saying such things! We didn't intervene because we thought you were a god and thus couldn't even provide but a pinch at you, but this? Telling us you're like some of us? Congealed belief of stories and dreams turned into a living entity? Well that just means you can bleed" Tanya said as her grin grew bloodthirsty at the end.

She looked back at Ocaeril and Helsa, she had an annoyed look.

"Honestly gods, the lot of them, so useless to not even help their own friend" she taunted both Ocaeril and Helsa, but if they were able to know, they would realize she was just edging them so they could get themselves on high-gear

Tanya took the list and threw it at Inqui, Inqui caught it and read it, she pursed her lips, she then looked up to Krankle, should she help him? But what would happen? What would he want her to do? Should she give in? Because, if she did, she could get to her home.

"Tell me Krass, what do you want me to do? What would you do to make your Krassmass come true?" She stood up and walked to Krass with fear yet courage "what will I do to let you grow in power? Because I'll be honest, it would most likely be bad, a-and what d-do you want me to d-do in th-is naughty list? M-ms Almalexia is in th-this list! W-what do you want from me?"

She took the list and placed her hands on it as if she was about rip it apart.

"What do you want?"

As the Lance suddenly appeared, Ocaeril blinked and a face of confusion was on his face. He growled at Tanya Lily, and, completely out of character, double deuced her. Don't mind him, he's drunk.

"S~screew you...I~ I said so a~already, I~I'll pr~protect I~Inqui, and e~everyone he~here with a~all my m~might!"

Then, as Inqui spoke, Ocaeril then approached her, putting a hand over her shoulder, his expression softened, as he was still clearly drunk, but a expression of pain on his face. He then looked at Krass with an equally determined expression, as his cloak grew bigger, and...What appeared to be multiple swords made from the Orbs from earlier formed, changing shapes from the Orbs into this.

Dark and Light flowed through Ocaeril, as he gently held Inqui's hands. Looking at Helsa, he looked at Inqui's free hand, and, with a expression that said, 'She did much for you already, do the same for her', he mentioned for her to hold Inqui's other hand, as well.

KolastoRPN

 

[BlackCat-055]

...

Ocaeril's drunken expression soon becomes one of horror as Krankle started to speak, quickly getting up from his chair and still holding Inqui, slowly dragging her away from this creature. His own presence seemed to change, from a drunken and flirty idiot back to its original one. A determined, powerful god who one should not mess with. He quickly sent Inqui behind him, and using space time nijutsu, he summoned Abby behind him as well, the multiple snowmen already picking up snowballs filled with rocks and aiming at Krankle, as Ocaeril gritted his teeth in anticipation.

He knew something was wrong. He had sensed it! This thing, this being was evil, fake, even! He wasn't here for kindness and gifts, he was here for a Carnage! He wasn't a kind one who gave gifts, he took the very gift of life from people! Even in his extremely drunken state, Ocaeril could understand this. He could understand the danger Krass's very existence would pose to the world. To Inqui! To Helsa! To everyone here!

9 black orbs that had a purple glow to them started to float behind Ocaeril, his pupiless eyes, with only his irises stared at Krankle, ready for any movement. A blue, kind Chakra started to glow around him, as what almost appeared to be a mantle of it suddenly formed around him. The hics and burps were still there, but there was something else.

The Wish to Protect

"B~bodies? Y~you're a bi~bigger fool then I~ if you think I'll allow that, idiot~"

Abby squeaked as she was teleported behind Ocaeril and Inqui, but her body folded inwards and outwards in front of Inqui and Ocaeril as she joined the servants in their defense against Krass.

Inqui was surprised at Ocaeril's actions but smiled momentarily at him before looking at Krass with grim determination.

As the Lance suddenly appeared, Ocaeril blinked and a face of confusion was on his face. He growled at Tanya Lily, and, completely out of character, double deuced her. Don't mind him, he's drunk.

"S~screew you...I~ I said so a~already, I~I'll pr~protect I~Inqui, and e~everyone he~here with a~all my m~might!"

Then, as Inqui spoke, Ocaeril then approached her, putting a hand over her shoulder, his expression softened, as he was still clearly drunk, but a expression of pain on his face. He then looked at Krass with an equally determined expression, as his cloak grew bigger, and...What appeared to be multiple swords made from the Orbs from earlier formed, changing shapes from the Orbs into this.

Dark and Light flowed through Ocaeril, as he gently held Inqui's hands. Looking at Helsa, he looked at Inqui's free hand, and, with a expression that said, 'She did much for you already, do the same for her', he mentioned for her to hold Inqui's other hand, as well.

@KolastoRPN

Tanya gritted her teeth as she was double deuced but she smirked "good to hear that planet boy"

Inqui gasped as her hands was taken by Ocaeril but she smiled dearly at him, she then took out her other hand out to Helsa with a hopeful and innocent expression, closing her eyes as to wait for Helsa.
KolastoRPN

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

Farmer Joe: Conversational

Joe has just walked in to the party with a bottle of fresh wine when he saw the fight that was going to happen. “Sorry I’m la... Yeah nope, I’m out.” The god left to do whatever he does.

 

[Churl]

Ickol brandishes her new spear, but doesn’t point it at any one party, her eyes flitting between each person.

“How...about...everyone...calm...down...before...I...do...something...you’ll...regret?”

Farmer Joe: Conversational

Joe has just walked in to the party with a bottle of fresh wine when he saw the fight that was going to happen. “Sorry I’m la... Yeah nope, I’m out.” The god left to do whatever he does.

Krass nodded at the fleeing god. “Ho Ho Ho! Impartiality. The true spirit of-Krassmas-mas. He joins the nice-list-list.”

Inqui flinched backwards

"holy shit things went from 0 to 100 quick"

Inqui sweated more and more as Kran-Krass continued to break down more and more into a violent monster, by the end of his rant her adult human form melted back into a cowering slime girl form, does she dare fight against him? I mean she could, but she was scared, oh she definitely fought against worst of the worst, but Krass sent chills down her slimy back, wasn't this some of the fate of some of Heroic Spirits? Antonio Salleri, broken down and disfigured into what the people believe, a deranged monster that killed his protege in a fit of jealous rage, and wasn't it the case with Meryl? Meryl was the odd one of the aspects, she was different, she was cunning, why else would she be able to transform the Purification sphere of Aqua into the very opposite it's supposed to be? She was the one who embodied everything Aqua was negatively times a hundred, if someone could be defined evil, she was, but...is it because she wanted to be that? Or was she forced to be that? She recalled how she had fun with Rengee before she broke down and became worse, she was normal, but as Aqua came to terms with the consequences of her actions or more accurately denied it, she became worse, and thus more dangerous.

So while she should fight Krass, what if he was forced to be like this? If Meryl turned out like that with Aqua, imagine what could come out of Krass' progenitor? She should try to reason with him, yeah, that's why she's not fighting! Diplomacy! It's definitely not because she was scared out of her mind by the thing that makes her feel like a kid and thus terrified like a kid! Definitely not at all!

Mental Denial RANK:EX

I looked up at the prospect of returning home, could I do that? Could I do it?! Mr. Mora?! Ms. Almalexia?! Can I actually go back home! But...what would I have to do that achieve that? Wh-

"Well, well, well, scaring up our patron and then manipulating them to do your chores? Think that would fly by us hmm?" a lance's blade tilted against Krass's throat, the lance belonged to the young Tanya lily, the younger version of Tanya, Krass was also held down by chains coming from a green-haired androgynous person

As Inqui looked around, she realized her Heroic Spirits materialized, all of them poised their weapons and themselves against Krass, each one made sure he wouldn't hurt her.

"Honestly, saying such things! We didn't intervene because we thought you were a god and thus couldn't even provide but a pinch at you, but this? Telling us you're like some of us? Congealed belief of stories and dreams turned into a living entity? Well that just means you can bleed" Tanya said as her grin grew bloodthirsty at the end.

She looked back at Ocaeril and Helsa, she had an annoyed look.

"Honestly gods, the lot of them, so useless to not even help their own friend" she taunted both Ocaeril and Helsa, but if they were able to know, they would realize she was just edging them so they could get themselves on high-gear

Tanya took the list and threw it at Inqui, Inqui caught it and read it, she pursed her lips, she then looked up to Krankle, should she help him? But what would happen? What would he want her to do? Should she give in? Because, if she did, she could get to her home.

"Tell me Krass, what do you want me to do? What would you do to make your Krassmass come true?" She stood up and walked to Krass with fear yet courage "what will I do to let you grow in power? Because I'll be honest, it would most likely be bad, a-and what d-do you want me to d-do in th-is naughty list? M-ms Almalexia is in th-this list! W-what do you want from me? Because if you simply want carnage"

She took the list and placed her hands on it as if she was about rip it apart.

"This deal is off"

...

Ocaeril's drunken expression soon becomes one of horror as Krankle started to speak, quickly getting up from his chair and still holding Inqui, slowly dragging her away from this creature. His own presence seemed to change, from a drunken and flirty idiot back to its original one. A determined, powerful god who one should not mess with. He quickly sent Inqui behind him, and using space time nijutsu, he summoned Abby behind him as well, the multiple snowmen already picking up snowballs filled with rocks and aiming at Krankle, as Ocaeril gritted his teeth in anticipation.

He knew something was wrong. He had sensed it! This thing, this being was evil, fake, even! He wasn't here for kindness and gifts, he was here for a Carnage! He wasn't a kind one who gave gifts, he took the very gift of life from people! Even in his extremely drunken state, Ocaeril could understand this. He could understand the danger Krass's very existence would pose to the world. To Inqui! To Helsa! To everyone here!

9 black orbs that had a purple glow to them started to float behind Ocaeril, his pupiless eyes, with only his irises stared at Krankle, ready for any movement. A blue, kind Chakra started to glow around him, as what almost appeared to be a mantle of it suddenly formed around him. The hics and burps were still there, but there was something else.

The Wish to Protect

"B~bodies? Y~you're a bi~bigger fool then I~ if you think I'll allow that, idiot~"



As the Lance suddenly appeared, Ocaeril blinked and a face of confusion was on his face. He growled at Tanya Lily, and, completely out of character, double deuced her. Don't mind him, he's drunk.

"S~screew you...I~ I said so a~already, I~I'll pr~protect I~Inqui, and e~everyone he~here with a~all my m~might!"

Then, as Inqui spoke, Ocaeril then approached her, putting a hand over her shoulder, his expression softened, as he was still clearly drunk, but a expression of pain on his face. He then looked at Krass with an equally determined expression, as his cloak grew bigger, and...What appeared to be multiple swords made from the Orbs from earlier formed, changing shapes from the Orbs into this.

Dark and Light flowed through Ocaeril, as he gently held Inqui's hands. Looking at Helsa, he looked at Inqui's free hand, and, with a expression that said, 'She did much for you already, do the same for her', he mentioned for her to hold Inqui's other hand, as well.

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“I’m sorry to hear you say-that-that. But I am more than some ghosts of-lies-lies. If I can bleed, it is only the bleeding of-Krassmas-Krassmas. Carnage is not my-goal-goal. I am not some mad wolf-kloun-kloun.”
Twist.
“Oh oh oh? I-I-do have half a mind to give this suit some new shades of red though.”
Twist.
“Ho Ho Ho! And the other half might just-agree-agree. But I am not concerned with killing except those that go against the spirit of the-holiday-day. The Drow should be working to spread the holiday cheer, not pretending to be gods because of a little-power-power. And don’t even get me started on the-freak-freak. But as for this world, I don’t mean you any harm unless you force me to resort to-it-it. True, some of you seem obsessed with being grumps about this, but once I bring Krassmas to this world I’m sure this fine gentleman will become more-agreeable-ble. And then I’ll work on each of you in-turn-turn. Soon there will be no worries at all, except what to give your friends and family for Krassmas the next-day-day. And the day after-that-that. And the day after-that-that. An eternal holiday of cheer and goodwill and maybe just a little-lunacy-cy. I won’t fault you for not understanding, but I won’t stand for any threats to me, now, or-later-later. So the best thing to do is for all of you to just wait and think about how best to spend your first Krassmas when it-comes-comes. Cheer-up-up! After all, it’s the-holidays-days!”
He waves, and then pushes outward, propelling the gods, Servants, and Tabbris out of the studio and back into the material plane. He turned and grinned at the wary Ickol.

 

[Celestial Speck]

As Baldur's Demons slowly made their way towards the capital of the Empire, within the woods, a large creature moved.

This creature, responsible for a previous massacre of demons who attacked a small village, was none other then Kokuo, the Five Tails. The Beast of the Mist, Kokuo the Deer, or, 'Bambi', by some of his siblings. The creature stood perfectly still within the misty woods, his presence was undetectable. As he sensed the massive demon army, that frankly was ridiculous in all senses and sizes, he couldn't help but feel...Dismay. Not fear, or anything of the sorts, as he was sure he could take on all of them, but mostly because...Well, that was sure to reveal his presence, wasn't it? The Empire would want to use him, and peaceful, pacific life would be over...Was it because he killed those demons? Should he have ignored it...?

...No, father taught him that humans and other living creatures are friends. Well- Most of them. He's not so sure about demons. While he can sense his dad doing...Odd things with the Sinner, things that frankly made him worried about his mental state, he was created with the purpose to protect living things. After all, that is why he was born in a forest, yes? Even though that forest was full of degenerates and he's glad he's moved away from it, but even so...

...He has a feeling that with that many demons, he's going to need some help. If they do come for blood, which is likely, he's going to need the support of his brothers.

'Is anyone available to visit the Empire for the foreseeable future?' Kokuo asked in the mental connection that connected him to his other brothers.

'Can't. Dealing with Jade Empire shit now. Whydya ask?' Gyuki said.

'...Well...Remember those demons I killed a few years back? So...All the Demons are coming over here, now.'

'...What is it with the gods and wanting to destroy everything?' Matatabi sighed.

'I think they get off of it. Let's just hope that whoever is doing this isn't gonna get all flirty with pops as well...Oi, Isobu, you're up.'

'H-Huh? Why me?'

'Because the Empire is mostly water, and despite Kokuo being able to snipe the fuckers, I think you'll be better suited for watery combat. And as I said, I'm busy. That Kitsune bitch can come back at any time. Now get off your ass and move.'

'A-Ack! Okay, okay, I'm going...I'll just use my Space-Time Ninjutsu to stay in the water...Please only call me when they arrive...'

'I will. Thank you, Isobu.'

Meanwhile...!

Ickol brandishes her new spear, but doesn’t point it at any one party, her eyes flitting between each person.

“How...about...everyone...calm...down...before...I...do...something...you’ll...regret?”

Krass nodded at the fleeing god. “Ho Ho Ho! Impartiality. The true spirit of-Krassmas-mas. He joins the nice-list-list.”



“I’m sorry to hear you say-that-that. But I am more than some ghosts of-lies-lies. If I can bleed, it is only the bleeding of-Krassmas-Krassmas. Carnage is not my-goal-goal. I am not some mad wolf-kloun-kloun.”
Twist.
“Oh oh oh? I-I-do have half a mind to give this suit some new shades of red though.”
Twist.
“Ho Ho Ho! And the other half might just-agree-agree. But I am not concerned with killing except those that go against the spirit of the-holiday-day. The Drow should be working to spread the holiday cheer, not pretending to be gods because of a little-power-power. And don’t even get me started on the-freak-freak. But as for this world, I don’t mean you any harm unless you force me to resort to-it-it. True, some of you seem obsessed with being grumps about this, but once I bring Krassmas to this world I’m sure this fine gentleman will become more-agreeable-ble. And then I’ll work on each of you in-turn-turn. Soon there will be no worries at all, except what to give your friends and family for Krassmas the next-day-day. And the day after-that-that. And the day after-that-that. An eternal holiday of cheer and goodwill and maybe just a little-lunacy-cy. I won’t fault you for not understanding, but I won’t stand for any threats to me, now, or-later-later. So the best thing to do is for all of you to just wait and think about how best to spend your first Krassmas when it-comes-comes. Cheer-up-up! After all, it’s the-holidays-days!”
He waves, and then pushes outward, propelling the gods, Servants, and Tabbris out of the studio and back into the material plane. He turned and grinned at the wary Ickol.

As Ocaeril feels himself being banished away from the studio, he still held Inqui's and Helsa's hands tightly to make sure they didn't fall off of reality, or whatever happened if getting banished out of a realm and failing is like. He felt himself falling down on his knees on the ground, almost as if he was a drunk that was kicked out of a bar, ironically enough. With a groan, he felt himself vomiting momentarily, getting out all the toxic alcohol from his body. Shaking his head, his orbs floated around gently around him, as snowmen fell out of the skies, and squashed down- Before quickly getting up again, thanks to being made out of snow.

"Aaaagh...Why can't we...Have a nice holiday for once..." Ocaeril mumbled, groaning slightly as he put a hand over his head. "My head...Uuugh...I am never ever drinking again..."

Turning his head around, he seemed to be having a hungover, but he still seemed active enough.

"Inqui...Helsa...You two okay?" Making sure they were first, Ocaeril then turned to the rest of the servants and gods, shaking his head, before summoning a cup of water and drinking it. "I hope...Everyone is...As well. Uuugh...So what's the plan? I don't trust this thing one bit, and I don't feel like letting him do a carnage with my children..."

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[KolastoRPN]

As Baldur's Demons slowly made their way towards the capital of the Empire, within the woods, a large creature moved.

This creature, responsible for a previous massacre of demons who attacked a small village, was none other then Kokuo, the Five Tails. The Beast of the Mist, Kokuo the Deer, or, 'Bambi', by some of his siblings. The creature stood perfectly still within the misty woods, his presence was undetectable. As he sensed the massive demon army, that frankly was ridiculous in all senses and sizes, he couldn't help but feel...Dismay. Not fear, or anything of the sorts, as he was sure he could take on all of them, but mostly because...Well, that was sure to reveal his presence, wasn't it? The Empire would want to use him, and peaceful, pacific life would be over...Was it because he killed those demons? Should he have ignored it...?

...No, father taught him that humans and other living creatures are friends. Well- Most of them. He's not so sure about demons. While he can sense his dad doing...Odd things with the Sinner, things that frankly made him worried about his mental state, he was created with the purpose to protect living things. After all, that is why he was born in a forest, yes? Even though that forest was full of degenerates and he's glad he's moved away from it, but even so...

...He has a feeling that with that many demons, he's going to need some help. If they do come for blood, which is likely, he's going to need the support of his brothers.

'Is anyone available to visit the Empire for the foreseeable future?' Kokuo asked in the mental connection that connected him to his other brothers.

'Can't. Dealing with Jade Empire shit now. Whydya ask?' Gyuki said.

'...Well...Remember those demons I killed a few years back? So...All the Demons are coming over here, now.'

'...What is it with the gods and wanting to destroy everything?' Matatabi sighed.

'I think they get off of it. Let's just hope that whoever is doing this isn't gonna get all flirty with pops as well...Oi, Isobu, you're up.'

'H-Huh? Why me?'

'Because the Empire is mostly water, and despite Kokuo being able to snipe the fuckers, I think you'll be better suited for watery combat. And as I said, I'm busy. That Kitsune bitch can come back at any time. Now get off your ass and move.'

'A-Ack! Okay, okay, I'm going...I'll just use my Space-Time Ninjutsu to stay in the water...Please only call me when they arrive...'

'I will. Thank you, Isobu.'

Meanwhile...!



As Ocaeril feels himself being banished away from the studio, he still held Inqui's and Helsa's hands tightly to make sure they didn't fall off of reality, or whatever happened if getting banished out of a realm and failing is like. He felt himself falling down on his knees on the ground, almost as if he was a drunk that was kicked out of a bar, ironically enough. With a groan, he felt himself vomiting momentarily, getting out all the toxic alcohol from his body. Shaking his head, his orbs floated around gently around him, as snowmen fell out of the skies, and squashed down- Before quickly getting up again, thanks to being made out of snow.

"Aaaagh...Why can't we...Have a nice holiday for once..." Ocaeril mumbled, groaning slightly as he put a hand over his head. "My head...Uuugh...I am never ever drinking again..."

Turning his head around, he seemed to be having a hungover, but he still seemed active enough.

"Inqui...Helsa...You two okay?" Making sure they were first, Ocaeril then turned to the rest of the servants and gods, shaking his head, before summoning a cup of water and drinking it. "I hope...Everyone is...As well. Uuugh...So what's the plan? I don't trust this thing one bit, and I don't feel like letting him do a carnage with my children..."

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Helsa promptly raises a hand into a thumbs up. "Give me shome of that water. I have a horrible headache now, and I can't scheme with it."