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Better Layton Never Thread #65: Moving Forward !tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550157[View All]

Ugh, really? Do I have to? You know I'm busy right now- Y'know what, fine, I'll do it.

>A loud high pitched noise is heard over the microphone, the sounds of other objects and papers also being moved about as whoever it was moved into position on the other end.

Ah, hello everybody, and welcome to the 65th Better Layton Never thread. It's ya boy, Sassy Susan comin' at you with-

Okay are you kidding me? Really? I have to read this? No don't give me that you wrote it! I'm not gonna- ugh. You even put my name down like that! I am not reading this!

>There's a short pause of silence before the sound of paper ripping can be heard over the system, and another loud THUD.

Fuck your papers!


Ahem! Anyways! Welcome to the latest entry in the Better Layton Never canon. Make sure to pay close attention as our heroes contend with the likes of slave traders, masked vigilantes, super advanced death games, and evil jewelry!

Truly the most fierce of villains we've had to date!


Hey are you sure that's right? Yeah? Anything I miss?


Lot's of uh.. space stuff goin on, with aliens.


You're sure? I dunno this all seems kinda silly. Okay! Okay! Don't shove!

>More bumps and thuds are heard from the microphone as it sounds as if the two people get into a short fight.



This has been your BLN Update with everyone's favorite idiot, Sassy Susan, and I'll catch you all in the next one! Stay tuned!

There, I read your damn papers, now get away from me!
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Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555844

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>Mesmerized, she stared deep into the stone. It almost felt like it was whispering to her from deep within her soul. The idea of a wish was rather enticing, however, what would she wish for exactly?

>Soon Clint's horrific scream snapped her out of her trance, just in time to hear what Dixie was saying to her. She pocketed the stone and ran over to Clint. Her eyes going wide from the sight of his wounds

"I know some basic recovery magic... Not sure if it will reattach a limb though..."

>She thought for a moment, the witch remembering a rather complex recovery spell that might be powerful enough to do the trick... However she had never performed it herself.

"Let's try something, put your arm back together the best you can... I might know a way to fix it."

>She took a deep breath to concentrate before focusing her wand on Clint's injury. Just as her wand started to glow, she stopped and looked down at Clint with slight concern.

"I don't doubt my ability... However, I have never done this one before... Do you want me to continue?"

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>Sophie barely has time to notice Casey turning to join them as the fists are coming down, and seems to actually jump further into the way, as she raises her arms to take the brunt of the attack.

>Not that it does much good, as the fist's slam her into the ground even with her hastily raised defense, but hopefully it at least reduced the force of the blows taken by the others a little bit.

"Stay...back....use...your magic."

>The girl calls out to Casey as she strains to push herself back to her feet after that massive impact.

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<That can be arranged

>Makalov was all too familiar with these one liner spouting brutes and so was Sherlock!

"Get back!"

>Both Makaloc and his noble steed were experienced fighters, as soon as they saw the giant skeleton twitch their bodies moved in unison. Sherlock can be seen jumping back and over Casey and her plants, dodging the giant's attack completely and putting quite a good distance between themselves and the brute!

"Oh no.."

>The knight muttered as he spots Sophie getting pummeled into the ground and Casey barely avoiding the blow, things were looking badly and he had to do something, quick.

>Raising his sword in the air and whipping Sherlock's reins he let out a battle cry, his wahorse rearing up as she began charging right toward the fiend, intending to slam into him in full gallop whilst Makalov goes for a stab right in the head!

Roll 1d1000 = 552

>The undead is hit with the full force of a half ton heavy, armored warhorse and a sword going right for his head, it's bad news bear!


>While Sherlock does slam into him it doesn't have much of an effect, even Makalov's blade barely grazes him but it's enough to force the undead to focus on the Knight alone!


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>Casey quickly scurries away as her two skeleton plants crumble from the impact, blowing panicked bubbles all the way. Satisfied with the successful strike on the supergirl, Captain begins to raise his fists to deal a final blow, when Makalovs war cry catches his attention. He moves his head just enough to avoid a full strike as the blade scratches the surface of his skull. Annoyed by the knight, now having grabbed his attention, raises his leg to stomp on the knight as horse.

>Roll 1d1000 = 525 Evens

>Only dubs is a direct hit, otherwise it's only a partial hit.

>Casey in the meantime, flings open her cloak and equips her CROOK OF FRAILTY once more. Holding it high above her head she re-summons the two giant plant skeletons.

Grab his legs!

>The two skeletons look to Makalov and Sherlock.

No no! Captains legs!

>Roll 1d1000 = 42 Evens, the two skeleton plants grab hold of Captains legs and hold him in place.

>Odds, they are two confused about being ordered to attack another skeleton and do nothing.

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>With the splatter of blood and the rapidly approaching noise of the chainsaw, the armored undead is quick enough to turn around and use it's shield to block the attack. Unfortunately, not being made of supernatural material, it is easily cut in half and outlived its usefulness. The two halves of the shield fall to the ground with a heavy clang as the armored undead stumbles backwards. Seeing that it was now all alone, the undead lunges forward to impale the charging reaper in a desperate attempt to get the upper hand.

>Roll 1d1000 = 182 Evens, success

>Odds, the armored undead is left completely open to attack. Free hit!

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>Koki urgently shakes her head and pull back the tablet to type out again.

Yes I God Tiered. Its a long story, I'll tell you later. For now, I still need to get you a better weapon. A really good one. Otherwise youre gonna die on the battlefield. What kind of weapon are you best with?

>As enjoyable as having a casual chat with Bailey might have been, especially considering her odd appearance, there was simply no time. They were already late to the party.

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>Dixie tries to steady her breathing as she helps Clint to sustain is calmed state.

< Forget trying to reattach it, we need to get moving. Just try and heal it up as it is. We have to find the rest of the group. We have no idea what might be happening to them right now.

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>Makalov's charge...while not very effective, does at least distract the giant long enough to give Sophie a chance to pull herself back into action.

>In fact, despite the clobbering she too and how painful it probably looked, she still seems rather determined.

>Between the breathing room caused by Makalov's distraction and the strange plants binding the Captain in place in fact, she's not only able to stand, but also has the time to glow with that odd energy from before, her flames seemingly wreathed in an ethereal flame.

"I won't let you hurt them!

>Sophie shouts out before launching herself diagonally upwards towards the Captain's chest, like some sort of missile.

>Roll 1d1000 = 812 Evens, the punch lands its mark.

>Crit Success, continued.

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555854

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>The shield falls away and Grell can see the thrust coming, though far too late to do anything.

Oh hell-


>Her eyes widen marginally, before the sword sinks right through her chest and sticks out the other side. She gazes at the sword in wide-eyed astonishment as blood started to pool around the entry and exit point, an eyelid twitching and her chainsaw rumbling angrily in her hand.

>This normally would be the moment a mortal would stumble and fall, their life undoubtedly slipping away from such a horrible wound. However, she doesn't look like she'll fall. Her legs buckle somewhat but Grell continues to stare in shock at the sight. She coughs and tastes blood, then slowly runs her tongue along the corner of her mouth to prevent it from dripping down.

Well...it's been quite a while...since someone stuck me so deeply...!

>She coughs and manages a weak but undoubtedly coy grin, though it doesn't last for long before she grimaces in pain. It still hurt like hell, even if a strike like it wouldn't kill.

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>For the most part, CLint was in another state of mind, what with Dixies work of clouding his mind. And so was not able to really respond outside of just breathing steadily and still holding his shoulder while on the floor

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I use riflekind. I don't really think I need it on account I'm sorta....already a weapon.

>Bailey brought her hands up towards eachother with a foot inbetween the two, and a tick arc of electricity would go inbetween from one hand to the other. Though as she thought about it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have something else up her sleeve. Bailey shook her head and lowered her arms, then gave Koki a nod.

You're right though. It'd be good to have something that's better than what I already have.

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>She nods in response.

"Well then, I guess I will preserve the arm for now."
>With a flick of her wand, Clint's severed arm would vanish with a poof of white smoke.

>With that done, Alice took a deep breath and focused, her mind still muddled with the thoughts of the jewel waiting in her pocket.

<Couldn't I just wish for Clint to get healed?

>She thought to her self, soon shaking off the thought selfishly, focusing back on Clint's injury.

"Sanitatem Revocato"

>A dull warm glow envelops his arm, Clint would feel a bubbling tingle as the pain started to fade away. The wound would close up, almost good as new with in a few seconds, though of course still missing an arm.

"That will do it for now, when we are done with this,I would find someone who has the recovery magic to re-attach your arm."
>She said soon putting her wand away.

"So what is the plan now?"
>She asked Dixie while fiddling with the stone sitting in her coat pocket.

Cait!Doom2pkvkwCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555862

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>She shook her head.

"I am not too familiar with this area... Sorry"

<Seriously how fucking young do I look to these people?

>She let out an audible sigh.

"I don't have any parents... I am an adult..."

Father Lawrence!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555863

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>The man's eyebrows pop up in surprise and his jaw flaps open, slack for a moment before he recovers.

Oh! S-Sorry? It's uh...you look so young!

>Compared to the cat woman the red tigress was particularly youthful in comparison. He supposed that it meant she was free to go on her way, though it was fairly sad she didn't seem to have any parents after all.

Welllll...if that's the case then you're free to go home whenever you want. Or-...

>He rubs his chin again with a pensive frown printed on his face.

...Are you new here? Fallen through some weird tear in reality that brought you to this city?

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>Forgetting the origin story she gave Marino, Cait decided to come up with something new.

>She nods in response.

"...I ...I was sent here by a bunch of really bad witches."

>She rubs her head, her eyes gazing off in the distance as she played her role.

"I... I don't remember much, other than trying to figure out where I was exactly"

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>That was unusual. The head priest at the Church of the Shepherd often spoke to foreigners that came from worlds far from Rigel Prima. Banishment from another place was uncommon though, maybe she was simply teleported by some ill-meaning witches from somewhere else in the world?


>Maybe it would be best to see if she truly was from another world. He lowers his hand from his chin and regards the smaller tigress with s serious stare.

Does the name 'Rigel Prima' ring any bells for you?

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>She shook her head weakly.

"...No, not at all"

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>Confident in the surety of the fatal wound he dealt to the reaper, the armored undead yanks the blade out from her chest and turns to face the young witch. With his back facing Grell, the armored undead felt that his victory was assured. Taking in a deep breath, he prepares to shout at the witch to stun, and prevent her from escaping for a quick kill.

>Roll 1d1000 = 408 Evens, he shouts an unrelenting force at the witch.

>Odds, He relishes the moment and holds his shout in for just a few seconds longer.

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>Dixie watches with one eye open as the arm is magically poorer away and the open would sealed shut. At this moment, Dixie gave herself a metaphorical pat on the back for a job well done. She knew it was a good idea to bring this witch along. Already she had proven her worth, despite the rough start during the fight. Once Clint was healed, Dixie dispersed the clouds in Clints mind and shakes her head to regain focus, mildly dizzy from the effort she had to put forward.

< Well done Alice, you have proven yourself quite the skilled caster.

>Dixie walks over to Clint and instinctively sniffs, then licks the now closed wound. She freezes in place immediately after doing so, realizing what she had done. In an attempt to save face, Dixie stomps her paw on Clints face to wake him from the trance faster. With her mind still anchored to Clint, she speaks this next part to both Clint and Alice.

< AS I WAS SAYING! Ahem, during the fight, I spied an opening at the other end of the warehouse. However, after searching through the knights mind, I learned that this is just one of many levels that make up Franks Tomb. Though the information the knight had was speculation at best, it seems that Frank was planning for there to be thirteen floors in total, each designed after typical settings of horror films. He was always tacky like that. Fortunately for us, his perfectionest nature prevented a majority of them from being completed in time. My guess, is that through that door is the way to the next floor and so on until we reach Frank's Sanctuary. If we are lucky, we may be on one of the earlier floors and can assist the other with whatever horrors they may have been forced to fight.

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>As she expected the sound of blood hitting the floor would be soon to follow. But when the chainsaw went silent she would turn around to find that the wrong target had been impaled. Even more to her surprise when a sonic blast would fling her into a wall across the room. Her side slamming into a glass case before plopping to the floor.


>As she crawls to her knees she would weigh her options. The meat shield was doing her job at tanking the majority of the damage. But it wouldn't last long. Sure while the zombie was focused on finishing Grell off she could run off and flee into that air vent she saw earlier. But what were the odds that she would make it with enough time to spare? If Grell was down she would be exposed, easy pickings for a lethal attack.


>Yeah, best to finish this whole its attention was divided. Reaching onto her sash she would pull out her want and point it at the zombie. A thin blast of light shooting at her oppressor with a weak flick of her wrist.

Roll 1d1000 = 267 evens

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>Clint was zoning out quite a bit, even as Alice did her spell to heal his arm. It wasn't until Dixie stopped her mind tricks that Clint started coming out of it groggily. It wasn't until Dixie stomped her paw against his cheek that he'd snap out of it, almost losing his balance as he sat. Clint looked down at his hand, then the floor, and finally at his shoulder. There was a brief second of panic where he took a few long and deep breaths before, trying to...sort of push past it. It wasn't something he could really ignore but Dixie started to speak, so he looked at her while she did.

Did you see anything about what the Knight had meant about releasing his soul so he can do it to mine?

>Clint spoke through ragged breathing, still trying to catch his breath from what had happened. Clint looked down at his shoulder though as he thought about continuing on to help the others.

....I don't know how much help I'm going to be at this point Dixie.

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<"Oh man..."

>The priests sighs quietly, his shoulders simultaneously slumping. For a moment he glances away, unsure of how to continue, and speaks slowly as he finds the words.

Rigel Prima...is the name of the world here. It's riddled with these things called rifts, they kind of act like portals that bring people from other worlds here. Maybe in your world when these witches placed that spell on you it banished you here?

>He rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat.

I know it sounds out there and wild but it's the truth, and there's plenty of people who live in this city that aren't from this world too. Used to be people who came here were trapped with no way to get home...

>What a sad state of affairs for them. Father Lawrence felt worse for the ones who died in Town over the years, never to see their home again. The Dimensional Gate was a new creation, relatively speaking, and for some people an innovation that came too late. At least the news could be happier for the little tigress and after a moment he offers her an encouraging smile and a shrug.

But some scientist created this gate thing that can tell what world people came from and send them back, easy as pie. It's real neat! I bet if you head on over to the Riftguard headquarters they'll help you out, maybe even send you home eh?

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555872

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>When the zombie rips the blade from the reaper's chest she staggers and collapses to a knee with a wheeze. Blood spatters beneath her and the taste of it in her mouth was overwhelming. It must have nicked something vital to have that affect, she thought, because it felt like a lot of blood was rushing out.

>She presses a hand over the seeping hole in her chest. It was sizable, and likely would take a good bit of blood from her body before the wound would close. That also meant she'd be a tad dizzier than usual, which didn't enthuse the red reaper one bit.

>Granted, she'd swap a bit of anemic delirium in exchange for the burning pain she was experiencing.

>A massively loud blast of sound makes Grell flinch. It seemed the last zombie was moving on for the little witch, though her ears ring after the concussive noise. Grell's free hand clutches at her wound and with a pained grunt she struggles back to her feet, one hand clutching her wound and the other her chainsaw. Blood oozes from the corners of her mouth, her pointed teeth grit to tolerate the pain.

>The creature's back faced her. The chainsaw in her hand meanwhile sat inert in her other hand, but it was by no means useless even if it was off for the moment.


>Grell takes off at the zombie in a drunken zigzag, leaving a trail of glistening crimson blood in her wake. With a shout she swings her chainsaw around in a glorious arc to try bashing it over the head with the sturdy and heavy engine housing.

>Roll 1d1000 = 768 odds

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>Now Makalov and Sherlock were right at home, in the throes of combat tussling with another in close quarters! Just as the Captain went for yet another stomp he found the pair of Knight and warhorse to be annoyingly nimble.

"Hah! Too easy, Captain Brittle Bones!"

>Now he was taunting him as well as his feet were now fastened to the ground, Makalov grinned widely, gods he had such a punchable face that man!

>To the Knight's surprise he saw the other girl get right back up from that heavy blow like it was nothing, flinging herself at the giant with reckless abandon and doing a rather remarkable job as well!

>He took this time to direct Sherlock further back into the room, giving the pair another running start to slam right into the Knight once more!

Roll 1d1000 = 104


>BAM! Half a ton force and a blade to the head should give Captain Brittle Bones enough reason to contemplate his death choices.


>Accidentally stumbling over one of the newly summoned plants Sherlock lost quite a bit of momentum, leaving the Knight and her in a rather compromised position as Makalov's sword rather ineffectually whiffed!

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>Preoccupied by the plant skeletons biting down on his legs, Captain is caught completely off guard by Sophies launching herself at his core. The impact is enough to cause him to lose balance and with his feet restrained as they were, Captain falls over into a sitting position on the cave floor. Two of his ribs broken from the impact alone. Turning his attention to the mocking Makalov, he raises his arm to backhand the knight and horse.

Begone Pest

>Roll 1d1000 = 979 Evens

>Casey meanwhile stares in awe at the raw power from Sophies attack on Captain, further cementing confidence in her choice. She summons a few more skeletons around her and backs away out of Captains reach.

Go boney friend! Cover Captains eyes so he can't see!

>The skeletons hobble over towards Captain and grabs hold of his legs in preparation to climb.

>Roll 1d1000 = 479 Evens, they begin to climb up the massive skeleton.

>Odds, Captain yanks one of his legs free of a skeleton plant and scatters the skeletons across the room.

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>The light shoots past the armored undead as he lurches forward, brandishing his sword, ready to charge at the young witch and finish her off. That is, until he hears the click clack of the reapers footsteps quickly rushing up behind him. With nothing but his sword to protect him, the armored undead holds it up to block the incoming attack. Unfortunately for him, with the engine of a chainsaws weight and the drunken vigor of a reaper, the armored undead quickly looses his grip as his sword flies out of his hands, leaving him completely exposed. More desperate than before, he employs the classic tactic of all undead, scratching. The moment he is disarmed, he slashes at Grell.

>Roll 1d1000 = 345 Evens

>Regardless of roll, the armored undead is now completely open to attack by Grell.

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>Alice modestly nods from the compliment, her mind soon drifting back onto the stone in her pocket. She wasn't exactly sure why, but something about was so captivating, she almost felt like she was developing some sort of obsession with it... However, she doesn't really fight the warm sensation that accompanied that realization. It felt almost like it was meant to be.

>Her mind was distracted from Dixie's plan having heard only the beginning part. For the moment she was drifting along with the group while her mind continued to wander.
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>She missed, of course she missed. There must have been like five of the same guy from her perspective. The one she ended up hitting only vanished, pissing off the other three. As the image regained focus she became all too aware of what was happening next. With no other options she raises her arms up and braces for impact.


>Even after several seconds of nothing she would stay in her position. Maybe it was just toying with her?

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>The sword spins away from them both and Grell wobbles, practically falling over from the unexpected trajectory and resistance her chainsaw collided with. The dragur's growl and bony hands thrash at her but the reaper merely retaliates with a solid fist colliding squarely with the zombie's face. It's not quite as strong as it normally could be, but Grell was losing a substantial amount of blood to make the blow softer than the strength she used against the hulking x-zombie from earlier.

Will you bugger off?!

>Grell winces and grips her chest wound, sucking in air sharply from her gritted teeth. She holds her chainsaw loosely in her right hand and hobbles closer to the small witch on the ground by the wall, again trailing blood behind her as she walks.


Little witch girl! Are you dying or do you suppose you can properly stand right now?

>To the witch it would seem like the redhead was the one dying by how pale she was starting to get. However it would take a little longer for something like an impalement to heal over for the redhead, as so far it was more a painful nuisance to her. The weapon was hardly any anathema to her, mortal weapons never were.

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>After knocking the giant over, Sophie lands forcefully o the other side, before turning to see how effective her attack had been.

>Unfortunately, while she seems to have damaged the creature, it isn't enough. Makalov hasn't seemed to be able to touch the thing...and only Casey's plant based skeletons seem to even be slowing it down.

>They need to catch up with the others, but between the relatively enclosed size of the room and the fact that they haven't been able to force the "Captain" to leave enough of an opening, what choice do they have but to keep whittling him down?

<After all, if there's not even enough of a breach in its defenses to store up enough power to use her Infinia Soul to its maximum potential...anything more drastic would just leave Makalov and Casey open to attack in the meantime.

>So, as the Captain yanks one leg free, she gives up on the idea of just blowing him away in a single attack...at least for now, instead going for a flying kick to the giant's kneecap in the hopes of damaging it somehow.

>Roll 1d1000 = 584 Evens

Makalov!LAZY/18DJ.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555884

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>It was like that one boxing match between the man with the most common name in the world and the guy who ended up transitioning his boxing career into selling grills for very unhealthy foods.

>Only in this case both Captain and Makalov were the grillman, they can't seem to get a hit in on each other.

>And that was just fine in Makalov's books as he just barely ducked under the giant's swing.

"Can't hit the broad side of a barn, should get your eyes checked, if you had any! Loser!"

>The knight was in the zone, dodging hits and making attacks, it wasn't so bad when you got as much experience as he had!


>The sounds of a very painful kneekick caught Makalov's attention, he couldn't help but smile at Sophie who had proven to be pretty damn badass to the point where the knight didn't even worry for her.

<Guess you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover eh? Even if that cover is very adorable.

>Seeing exactly what Sophie was trying to do Sherlock reared up, attempting to stomp the Captain's other knee into bonemeal!

Roll 1d1000 = 270

Cait!Doom2pkvkwCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555886

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>She sat silently for awhile as she started to scheme. Of course she already knew how and why she was sent here, however, there may have been a chance Alice may, or have already found this 'rift guard'

"Is it far from here?"
>She simply asked, still putting some weak tone in her voice.

Dixie!TRaItoRCe2Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555887

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>Tilting her head in confusion, Dixie glances over at the still knight.

< The knight spoke to you? I must not have been paying attention at the time. Unfortunately, now that they're truly dead, i cannot search through their mind to find a proper answer to your question. A riddle to solve another time i suppose.

>Noticing Alice's prolonged silence, she curiously looks her over, wondering why she hadn't made any comment regarding the current plan or recent battle. That seemed... unlike her. She is about to look inter her mind further to discover the cause when Clint's insecurities pour out. Dixie quickly snaps her eyes back onto Clint.


< Don't you dare say something like that! Do not forget what all of this is for in the first place Clint. Your young daughters innocent life is on the line here. So I'll not have you sniveling on the floor about a missing arm. You're a solider for Celestias sake! Grab your gun, put your boots on the ground, get your head on straight, and lets move.

>Dixie snaps her gaze back over to Alice and commands.

< Alice, lets move. Now please.

>Meanwhile, the second red crystal amulet on the floor nearby seems to lack the allure that the first had to either Clint or Alice, choosing rather to remain silent and simply glimmer with the shine of jewelry.

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>With a heavy thump to the head, the armored undead is thrown off his feet and lands flat on his back. Lacking any sort of agility in his undead form, the armored undead struggles to stand upright. Glaring with glowing eyes at Grell and Sucy.

Casey/CaptainCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555889

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>Irritated by the knights mocking words, Captain begins to rise to his feet once more, shaking the smalls skeleton bits off his one free leg, fully prepared to crush the pest. Focused on the knight, Captain is once again caught unawares as Sophie collides and shatters his kneecap, completely disconnecting the lower half of his leg to his femur. This forces him to fall back to the ground, causing him to raise his other leg as he free falls, just out of the knights range as he swings his sword.

The Hero of Light strikes true! Go boney friends, quickly climb and cover his face!

>With his mobility severely restricted and his enemies quickly closing in, Captain positions his body to cover the exit with his body and raises his hand for a wide swing across the room, splintering the coffins and launching countless blue glowing mushrooms.

>Roll 1d1000 = 891 Sophie

>Roll 1d1000 = 993 Makalov/Sherlock
>Roll 1d1000 = 590 Casey

>If hit on Casey, she instead uses her skeletons to take the brunt of the hit while also getting flung back a few feet.

>If odds, Casey lays flat on the ground to avoid the attack while all of her skeletons are smashed to pieces.

Father Lawrence!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555890

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>The man shakes his head and jerks his head slightly to the right, as if in gesture.

Nah. It's up the street in civic center where all the important civic buildings are. If you make a left after walking out of the front gate and walk up the street to civic way, then make a left. It'll be the two-story building with a statue and a circular arch in the plaza in front of it. That's the Riftguard headquarters.

If you need resources or anything to help you settle in, if for any reason you don't want to go back to your homeworld there's also Town Hall, they have a whole department dedicated towards integration for new world people.

>He considers if there's anything more he could help the tigress any more though those were the only things that immediately came to mind. He supposed that Town Hall could reference Wayne Manor as potential housing if none of the group homes for integration appealed to her. She'd probably be much safer there after the attack she suffered if for any reason she didn't want to go home at least.

>He claps his hands together and clears his throat again.

Well! Any more questions I can answer for you?

Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555891

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>Dixie's commanding presence was enough to snap the witch out of it. For now at least...

"Right... Moving."
>Alice said as she walked onward for the exit. Completely in the dark with the plan, she cautiously made her way through the doorway readying her wand for anything that may lie around the corner.

Dr. Stein!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555892

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>The mighty leap of the Rogue over the battle for a moment could be considered successful. Stein skids to a stop only for a moment to see Appleslice careening over the field of Prospitians and Dersites clashing on the checkerboard field. His fingers curl tight over the Rabbit Talisman and with a grunt he jumps into the air and flashes in a blur over the same field, streaking green across the sky as he follows the same trajectory the pony flew.

>As hard as he ran, the pony was still tailed by the Heir, who was not at all slowing down with a mystical talisman in his hand. He was steadily gaining on the scrambling Equestrian, he'd be able to catch him very soon and then get to the bottom of what the hell was going on with Appleslice.


Sucy!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555893

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>After a while Sucy would lower her arms and look over. Grell was looking like she had a bad Rogerslist hookup in the worst possible way. Sucy removes her hand from her wound on her arm. The blood had seeped into her fabric showing an obvious stain against the purple material. It would be best to heal up now.

>Once again her hand brushes up against the gym as she grabs a red mushroom with white spots from her bag. After taking a few bites she begins walking toward Grell.

.....If it's any consolation the stains blend into your outfit.

>After several steps she notices the zombie trying to get up. Casually she points her wand at it to try and fire another bolt of energy at it.

>Roll 1d1000 = 679 Evens zap

???!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555894

>The young demon would find, initially, that his return to Ubress was precipitated with an unusual change. The previously indecipherable signs he saw when he first entered were now legible to him in a language recognizable to him. 'Twin Pines Pub', 'Soul Society', 'Tinker Tailors', and 'Ubress Realty' were some of the few establishments advertised on the main thoroughfare.

>Even inside the demon castle things seemed different. It wasn't nearly as dark as it seemed to him on the first visit. The depths of the dim interior were visible, allowing him to see the shapes of Lucifer's court standing about in the dark. He'd see that some held glasses full with souls similar to the one he ate, though these seemed to be brighter and more saturated in color.

>In the darkness, it was easy to pick out Lord Lucifer. He remained in his simple human-form and sat in an elegant throne cast from a beautiful glistening metal. It didn't seem to be gold but rather some translucent silvery gleaming material. It was metal, or it had a sheen like it, but it definitely was not silver or platinum.

>The demon shifts and looks to him with a long stare. The court's murmurs and talking taper off into silence, with eyes of all sorts on the young demon walking down the lighted path.

>Lucifer says nothing but he does stand as the blond makes his approach. He waits, but says nothing. The footsteps of the young demon echo loudly, the oppressive silence making every step sound so much louder than it should.

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555895

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>At least she wasn't dead but her aim had much to be desired. It was a damn shame.

>Grell turns her head and glances at the spot that Sucy had zapped. She huffs quietly and taps her foot. The witch took down one of the armored zombies but she was starting to think it was some kind of fluke. She turns and starts walking towards the struggling zombie.

Let me handle this one, it's clear you're still rattled out of your skull.

>She releases her seeping wound briefly, but only to restart her chainsaw with a rip of its cord. The weapon buzzes to life with a vicious 'VRRRRRR!' that echoed stridently in the hospital block. The reaper's hand returns to her seeping chest wound and with a click of her tongue she starts forward for another charge to chop the zombie with a wild horizontal slash.

>Roll 1d1000 = 564 odds

Cait!Doom2pkvkwCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555896

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>She shakes her head.

"Oh, no I'm good for now, thanks."
>She took notice of the breakfast he had prepared, the small tigresses' stomach calling for attention.

"Heh~ Thanks for breakfast too, I guess I was a lot more hungrier than I thought~"
>She said sweetfuly.

Father Lawrence!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555897

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>The corner of his mouth stretch into a warm smile. The old man chortles and nods in acknowledgement to the young to the young tigress.

You're welcome! I'll leave you to it to tuck in, I've got a mess up in the kitchen I have to clean up anyway. Enjoy!

>The man waves and slips out of the room to give her privacy. He, meanwhile, walks down the hall back to the kitchen to clean up the pans he used to fix up the breakfasts for the Cait and himself. He felt fairly good to help her and he's sure that she can get herself some good help from the Riftguard or Town services.

>Helping people was one of the perks of his job and it made living in the church or dealing with the sometimes distressing nature of Town itself.

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>Clint takes a few breaths as Dixie speaks into his mind, his eye mostly set on the blood on the floor. He didn't think he'd beable to do much, probably wouldn't, but this was for Lilly. Clint couldn't just count on the others to do this for him. Hell, some of the others didn't even really care about him or his daughter, they were doing this just to get stuff out of it. Clint took in a deep breath, using his shotgun to help pull himself up like a cane.

Yeah. You're right. I'm getting to old for though, though.

>Clint said in passing to Dixie, while he wasn't actually very old, not even half way through his life. Clint still felt the need to have an excuse more then anything. Clint looked around the room, not really noticing Alices reaction and simply assuming it was because she wasn't use to seeing missing body parts. Once Clint looked around the room, and saw the red crystal on the floor. Clint slowly would walk over to it, looking down at it.



>Clint thought about it for a moment, if this was the same thing. He shouldn't try picking it up, or even getting any closer to it...actually, he shouldn't even allow this crystal to exist! Clint quickly raised his shotgun towards it and shoots it, hoping that he could take the crystal out before anything could happen. Clint started at it for a second or so, before quickly going after Dixie and Alice

Hopefully the others are doing better than how we were

Appleslice!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555899

>When one who typically follows logic is pushed to their base instincts it can be assured that nothing good is to follow. Particularly if that decision is to flee from someone who possesses a talisman meant for rapid acceleration. On top of that him having the ability to fly made the odds of escape a fleeting dream.

<"Get away! Get Away! Can not be near him! Unworthy!"

>Just a few of the rapid fire thoughts running through Appleslice's mind as he periodically glances back to his pursuer. With his thoughts occupied he was unaware of the massive creature that seemed to suddenly appear before him. All at once where sun once shined there was shadow occupying the spot Appleslice hover over. His eyes glancing up at the towering beast placed before him. His flight instincts already in full swing he tries to dodge the incoming fist heading toward his tiny body. Even balled up the hand of the creature was enough to remind him of just how small he was compared to the rest of the world.


>A loud "ting" would be heard as a ball of metal would suddenly fly through the sky. At the speed of thought his metal arms would surround him in a tight ball. The result providing him a makeshift protective shell which now soared through the air at incredible speeds in the opposite direction he previously was running toward.

Sasuun!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555900

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>He finishes with his slow healing, and sighs, placing a hand on the back of his head.

Well, alright then.

>Sas stood up as well when Mokou did, and turns around to face the others as they dealt with the aftermath.

I'll take you all there as soon as we finish things up here.

>Sas frowned as Tsuna asked if everyone else was okay. Even if they weren't, he really wasn't in any position to be worrying about them.

>Still, Yuno seemed to be on top of things with him. Sas would carry him if it came down to it, but hopefully he'd be okay.

>He does turn to Marisa though, placing a hand on his waist as he takes a few steps closer to her.

Are you gonna come too? I can take us all there pretty quickly, you don't have to push yourself. We can all go there, rest a bit. Then I'd actually like to talk to you guys about what happened.

Well, if you're willing, I guess. I suppose it really isn't my business.

Sawada Tsunayoshi!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555901

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>So everyone was okay.. That was good..

>His thoughts were hazy, and it was everything he could do to even keep himself conscious at the moment.

>He doesn't seem to hear the girl walking up behind him, but his reaction to her gently touching his back isn't one of surprise.

>He actually seems to calm down and relax quite a bit when she does this, and his breathing becomes slower and more natural.


>Tsuna looked up to the girl, his eyes closed slightly, displaying his exhaustion, and red marks on his neck clearly visible from where Lady attacked him.

..Y-yeah.. ..Th-thanks..

>He doesn't really understand what she said, but he could tell she was here to help, and that he should trust what she was saying.

>As slowly and gently as he can, he turns around to lay on his back, holding onto Yuno's shoulders for support as he does. His hands shake from loss of strength, and this much is obvious to the girl, his body trembling still from exhaustion.

>Finally, he lay down on the ground, closing his eyes and attempting to rest, letting Yuno do what she wants to him.

Kano!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555902

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>As he finishes his adventure into the clearly changed castle interior, his loud footsteps echoing eerily throughout the large room. He stops directly in the center, his final step echoing loudest of all, filling the room with a deafening silence.

>He stands tall and proud before Lucifer, but for a moment, simply stares at the Demon Prince, not uttering a word.


>The silence filling the room seems to stretch this moment into an eternity, but soon enough he allows the silence to be broken. He smiles once again, kneeling down and placing his right fist over his heart as he did when they first met, and looks up to the prince, a confident smirk on his face as he knows he has completed what he set out to do, in he can only guess was record time.

I've returned, Lord Lucifer, and I've done what you've tasked me with. I appear before you a new being, one greater than my previous self who once stood before you. I have consumed the soul of a mortal, and have transformed into a demon, leaving behind what I was and now looking towards what I can be.

>There's another brief pause as the boy stands up, and this time bows more improperly.

My name is Kano Shuuyo. It's a pleasure to meet you.

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THIS THREAD IS NOW OFFICIALLY CLOSED, PLEASE CONTINUE IN THREAD #66 HERE: https://www.ponychan.net/rp/res/41555903.html

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>The armored undead groans and creaks as it rises to it's feet, the magic light shooting past it's head, blowing his ear clean off. Feeling no pain, the armored undead charges forward at Grell again, raising it's arms to claw the life out of her despite her revving chainsaw. In it's hobbling and inconsistent cycle, only one of it's arms is cut of rather than its entire body being sliced in two. With one arm the armored undead slashed at Grell.

>Roll 1d1000 = 709 Evens

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