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Better Layton Never: Execute Thread #66 !.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555903[View All]

#BLN #Better Layton Never #Ask/Invite #IC

Star Wars III soundtrack - Order 66 and the Jedi Temple

>In the cold and dim interior of a resplendent star cruiser a figure looks out a wide viewport at the endless expanse of space itself. His hands, gnarled and greyed, fold behind his back. He gazes at the canvas of stars speckling a black void and grins, revealing atrocious rotten teeth in his saggy mouth.

Ah, good. The time has finally arrived. For years I've spent waiting...biding my time until at last the monolith that was the Jedi reign became complacent. Dull. Ignorant and arrogant. The 'balance' by which the Jedi strive became their very downfall, and now the galaxy bends to the whim of the Sith. It is united, it is strong, and soon our focus can hone elsewhere.

>He turns and gazes behind him, his eyes burning in the dark. Even sunken and sallow as he appeared, there was a distinct menace in his presence. His voice ranged from quiet and sophisticated to cruel and cackling, enough to make anyone's hair stand on end just by listening to him.

Perhaps...your measly solar system? It would not be much a challenge, but I confess...the prospect is tempting. I sense great darkness. I sense great anger. Will to dominate. Will to subjugate. Will to kill anything standing in the way...

>A greasy cackle echoes in the dark.

Oh. Do you think you can stand in the way of the Sith? Such confidence...your emotions shall betray you. The Dark Side consumes all. You, your world will be no different. You may try to resist. It would be amusing to me to see it even if you shall fail.

You still wish to try? Very well...let's begin.

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>The Prince does not react to the reduction of his motivations towards faith in the newly minted demon but he similarly does not act upon it yet. The Prince was, above all, confident in his abilities and dominion. The young demon had not crossed a boundary he shouldn't have.

>Not yet at least.


>The word is echoed questioningly but only for a moment. The demon has a hint of curiosity to his tone, surprised that Kano seemed to suggest the outcome of such a end was undesirable.

Inheritance of a demon's seat can go but of two ways. There is the right of domination, where a demon is successfully and permanently killed and their title relinquished to the one who killed them. Then, conversely, the right of abdication were a demon to feel unsatisfied with their place without want of needless bloodshed.

>Lucifer lifts a hand in gesture.

The current Prince of Envy enjoys his seat from this sort of deference. It is not impossible, just unthinkable that someone would bypass the prestige of such a position. The prior candidate was not a fit, and so his wisdom in abdication was perhaps the best for all parties involved. If you truly have no designs upon the seat of gluttony, but merely revenge against it's prince, then if you've in mind someone to take the spot you may name them a successor should you succeed.

>The demon contemplates this but finds no true loss in the opportunity. Gluttony was a useful seat but rarely did Lucifer find the occupant terribly active. Wrath, Envy, Greed...those were the seats he could expect to perform great and terrible things with their powers afforded to them.

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>This would be a great source of amusement. As well as saving Sucy the effort of bullying Clint herself. It was not her fault that there just happened to be a witch who enjoyed pranks as much as she did.

>While credit for the defeat of Mister X would fall solely onto Grell, Sucy would not deny any credit thrown her way. After all she did dispatch one of his lackeys on her own. She felt that earned her at least partial credit.

>With their destination set, Sucy would be just as eager to get this over with as anyone else. Especially since their next destination was supposedly Frank's inner sanctum. She could only imagine the treasure trove of material Frank kept in there. It could possibly fund her research for the remainder of the year.

>With their goal in mind, Sucy would pull out two viales from her robes. With her elbow she once again pokes at Clint's side to get his attention. Should Clint look down he would be able to recognize the two liquids. He would also know what such a room clearing attack would likely be very expensive given Sucy's smirk as she nods over to where Casey had pointed.

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>The fielded question causes the barely purse of Grell's lips as she continued to stare shamelessly at Sophie, her odd green eyes searching for something about her that wasn't immediately apparent to anyone else standing around. She remains as such for a long moment and after it passes she turns her head in a slight shake.

I'm not injured anymore, no, just...thinking I suppose.

>Alice had done an exemplary job, though her insistence that she was low on magical reserves already was a tad alarming. They hadn't even come across Frank yet. This wasn't all bell-ended yet but it wasn't a comfortable position to be in either.

>Sophie would have to wait for her own curiosity, it wasn't the proper time to pry when there was a necromancer to handle and time ticking away. More time spent goofing around meant more time that the blighter could slink away and become hard to find. As it stood she couldn't track him until she knew who she was handling.

>The reaper shakes her head in response to Clint's probing questions. All she knew of this 'Frank' was that they were a necromancer and that was it. Trying to find someone by basis of a first name and a job description didn't narrow any options down, especially with no information on hand from the Reaper archives to double-check.

I'm afraid not, the aether works only if I know exactly what I'm looking for...provided the soul on target isn't magically hidden at least. Until I know where he is I cannot simply take everyone to the place on a whim, otherwise I would have just done that already!

>Why even bother with the entrance at that point? She was fairly lucky to hit so close to Frank's base already but the man sounded as if he were in an inner sanctum they had to penetrate. They'd have to find it now and that seemed to be a trial with how this infernal lair was engineered.

>Before she can voice as much, however, the sudden snapping of Clint on the young witch draws Grell's eye next. She lifts a delicate brow and watches the exchange, hands settled on her hips and mouth curved into a slight frown. The witch appeared to be toying with Clint now, and while it was fairly funny to see the man's face the moment the witch turned to ashes in his hands she had to admit Makalov had a point and they were indeed wasting precious moments diddling about.

>The reaper ignores the praise of the tiny salamander but does pay attention to its jabbering over where Frank happened to be. It was, if nothing else, a useful little creature...even if it appeared to be disgusting and slimy.

I concur with our gallant knight here; this all is getting rather silly. We came here for a purpose, did we not? Save the quibbles for the afterparty, we still have a necromancer to handle!

>With that Grell turns with a flourish, throwing her hair and coat in a wide stylish toss that flecks blood around her in a glistening arc. She marches in the direction the salamander had indicated, her heels clicking upon the ground as she sighed airily. Her hand slips back into her coat and grips the handle of her chainsaw.

I'll take the lead~!

>Out of everyone if there was so be someone to potentially trigger a fatal trap it was best the person who couldn't die be the one to do it first.
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>Clint didn't move much when she turned to ash, though he did move his head towards the sound of her voice. The snap of her fingers was really the only thing he had cared for hearing, and looking down she at least had enough sense to drop the games and turn his clothes back to before she had changed them. Still, he had quite a scowl on his face as he watched the elephant girl wander off around the room while he stood tall once more.

>Though at the sound of Dixies voice, Clint moved his eye to glare at the dog somewhat. As if annoyed that she threatened to calm him down. Clint had half a mind to chew her out at teh suggestion. After all, bringing Alice along was Dixies doing anyhow. Clint was fairly content with just having it be Grell, Sophie, Sucy, and himself. Dixie was the one who had brought along a drunk and a bratty teenager. Clint had enough restraint for the moment to not say anything outloud, what with Alice changing his clothing back.

>Once again Clints mind focus was tugged away, this time by Sucy. Who was gabbing him in teh side with her elbow and gesturing towards her viales. Clint wasn't sure how he should take this, be it a threat or not. Whatever it was, Clint would only give her a look. Not a look like the one he had given Dixie, and certainly not like the one he had given Alice.

>With what the rest of the party members have said, Clint nods his head towards Grell as she marches along.

I'm right behind you. Lets go.

>Clint said to the others as he walked close behind Grell, moving his hand to grab at the chicken hat he had on his head and tossed it to the floor before. His mind was now fully back on track with the objective at hand. If what Casey had mention is true, they're going to have a real mess on their hand.

Do you know anything about those red crystals that Frank uses? The last time I fought against him that was where he got his powers, but I thought I broke them all.

>Clint asked the Salamander, assuming that they were following behind Grell and Clint as they walked.

Appleslice!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556139

>Much of what is being said Appleslice can only vaguely understand. A freight train of information coming at him with no apology. A dark organization, a mind wiping madman, a friend in trouble. So much to tackle it seemed even his advanced mind could not comprehend it. How could Stein juggle so many objectives for so long. Let along keep them a priority even after playing this game for so long.

>Appleslice would look up to his Uncle in disbelief. He had already thought highly of the man but all this mind-boggling. He was already stretching himself to limits he could never before comprehend but here was a man who seemed to make a habit out of it. Was he really that selfless?

>For the second time in the conversation Stein would see a reflection of Wade. The Young pony's amazement shifting to concern. A familiar question being asked as the pony once again finds himself barely able to look the man in the eye.

Why would you do this to yourself?

>A part of him wouldn't have doubted the reason as to remaining in these dream bubbles. But even then for death to be a preferable option to living for even a moment was insane. There had to be reasons as to why he would actively choose to push himself to these extremes. Some kind of guiding force that commanded him to act in such a way. No matter how he try himself he couldn't see the logic of driving one's mind and body that far beyond recommended stress levels.

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>With her true feelings now out in the open, real progress could be made. Doobie listens carefully to her words, her concerns, her fears. All reasonable to have in her situation.

All the more reason you and your kin should go with the Equestrians.

>At the mention of her lost siblings, Doobie's heart aches, still mourning their loss.

The death of just one is already a great tragedy and Doobie does not expect any of you to forgive the loss of your fallen siblings or cower in fear. These things take time, years, maybe even a lifetime to forgive, if that! Focus not on what was lost, but what was retained. Doobie understands what it is like to lose, the pain and mourning can be unbearable. But to live with a grudge wrapped around your heart is a greater death. It is a poison that will consume you and everyone you care about.

Doobie apologizes for saying you do not display the positive emotion you feast upon. You showed compassion upon your kin by saving AW1 and keeping them safe. You have shown restraint and courtesy by not attacking Doobie on sight. You even expressed vulnerability by asking Doobie for help. Would you have done these things if you were still under the Queens control? Would not and has not your Queen have left lings behind or even ordered you to leave them behind? Already you have proven yourself to have grown beyond following the orders of an unjust Queen. You are so much better.

R34!SwarlJo.k6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556141

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>The changeling took a few deep breaths to calm herself down as she listened to the little hamster. R34 has done her best to remain calm and co-operative and this very, very stressful situation she found herself in and it seems to be taking its toll on her by now.

>Just, why was she bothering trying to prove anything to this little thing? Was there any point to it? This wasn't the plan at all. The changeling took some time to think her response over.

"Do you truly understand what it feels like? To live and die for a cause you do not believe in? To toil away and jump at someone's every whim?"

>Finally, it seems that R34 was not in the mood to tear into the brave little hamster before her. Briefly it seems like the changeling was considering something, it would be unwise to reveal too much, she already made her stance more than clear with her outburst.

>Honestly, she felt like a big fool, having lost her temper like that.

"We as a swarm, as a hivemind are one, bound together as close as possible. We do not waste our time and energy with pointless intelring quarrels or jealousy...each Ling is born in the position they belong and the rest of the swarm supports and guides that ling to fulfil their role."

"Every ling acts for the good of the swarm as a whole even if it means giving up it's own life, the Queen's mind is heavy making countless of these kinds of choices...we Intelligentsias act as delegates for the Queen's wishes and too can order parts of the swarm at our own discretion."

>The changeling shook her head, frowning at Doobie.

"So I will only ask you this once: Do not call my Queen unjust, though young and inexperienced she managed to almost fulfil the task that was forced on her, which will hopefuly free her once and for all."

>There was a strange little mocking laugh coming from her.

"Hah! At least that's been her delusion for the whole time she's been queen."

>The changeling paused for a second, looking down at the resting AW1 then over her shoulder at the other changelings lurking in the dark, watching while murmuring among themselves.

"It...really does feel strange to be alone like this, to hear no thoughts in my own mind."

"Yet, I still feel this connection to all of my brothers and sisters, almost as if nothing has changed after all."

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<"Why would you do this to yourself?"


>The doctor offers a wan but sad smile at the pony. That was, without a doubt, one of the best questions anyone could ever ask him. He can't even recall if anyone had before. Maybe they did and he doesn't remember, everything after so long blended together in a colorful mess of mayhem.

>He lifts his hand and taps the screw in the side of his hand. It's a simple but poignant noise, the dull 'tink-think' of his finger hitting it that feels as if it rings through his entire head.

It may come as a shock to you Appleslice but I'm not mentally sound. Even without the sickness that is Madness from my own world, my thought processes just are...

>He gestures oddly, as if shaking his hand free of little ants.

Different. They always have been. It's what leads me to do things like blow up a planet full of sentient chess people, clone myself and expose 'me' to the existential nightmare that is existence knowing its not 'my' own, terrorize a princess just to sort out her own mental struggles with a manifestation of corruptible power, throw myself into situation after situation that could guarantee my own death if it meant the world were saved for the sacrifice.

>Stein looks out at the battlefield and leans on the rock behind himself, gazing vaguely at the sprawling chaotic scenery beyond them both.

...There was always an expectation by everyone around me that I would be a 'bad' person. Where some people find it easy to live a 'good' life, others have to struggle and work at it. I had every opportunity to take the easy way and give in to the impulses of insanity, give into psychopathic wants to tear everyone and everything around me apart.

That's something your father and I have in common: working at being good people. It's a struggle not many people understand, it should be easy to be morally just and do act upon impulses of compassion, impulses of valor, impulses that drive people to do heroic acts for the betterment of others around them.

...It should be. But for someone like me? It's not. It's a lifetime of work, a lifetime of watching and studying and trying to understand what people seem to come so easily into thinking or feeling.

>His smile slowly fades and he releases a low sigh. His expression falters, only slightly, as he stared at the horizon.

That's what made Marie so special. I didn't understand but she could make me understand. She's endlessly empathetic, stubborn, and...when I was with her, it didn't seem so difficult. I though when I let her go that I could handle it, and I did to some degree. When this opportunity arose however...well...

>He tapers off and stares thoughtfully at the horizon unfolded before them. The silence is again marred by the noise of the war around them but the doctor listens as he gazes ahead but not at anything in particular.

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Well, you should have a chance to get to know him when he comes.

>Solaire would say confidently as he got onto his hover bike. He would be far slower to turn his on, as always. He really wished they had horses to ride. Or wyverns. It didn't sit well with him how the machine just moved on it's own. He always expected them to just fall out of the sky suddenly.

And yes, may the gods see to it that such an event never happens again.

Appleslice!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556144

>He had never thought about it that way before. He thought that if one was just good then that's all there is too it. Looking back Appleslice could see the flaws in his Uncle's reasoning at certain points of the game. Koki god tiering may have been essential to success but his way of going about it was flawed. It had even gotten to the point that Koki had no hesitation of suggesting he allow him to fall into the lava during their encounter at the volcano.

>Even now looking back Appleslice could also see his father actively pushing aside such things for his sake. He never did talk about his work. He would always be gone for long periods of time but he never knew exactly what was going on. The only thing he was ever told was that he was off getting the bad guys. But even when he was home there would be times where his father would lock himself away in his room. The way he dressed and the way he described his work had lead Appleslice to believe that his father was a hero. And by association he had believed his Uncle was one as well. Being at the young age he was at now morality wasn't that complex. Bad people do bad things, good people do good things. It was as black and white as it got. But grey....grey was new.

I think....I believe that if one attempts to be virtuous, then that should be all that matters. A inherently wicked person would hold no regard to what others believe. Is that not how it works?

>Appleslice lowers his arms so he once again has his rear resting on the ground. For a brief while the sounds of battle would fill the air. The two sitting in silence as Appleslice ponders the concept.

Before this game...I lead a sheltered life. Father did everything in his power to ensure horrors would not locate me.... A futile effort in retrospect.

>With all the preperation and skill at hand, nothing could have prepared the Wilson household for a sudden attack from beyond the stars. It was by luck that the house was located just outside of the city, making it one of the last places to be hit by the invasion. He recalls the family that stuck with him for most of it. For a while they lived in the shelter of Apex tower until Appleslice's search lead him to Wayne Manor. The months leading up to Thanos's defeat were met with an unusual adjustment period. He had spent a majority of his life in that manor. But coming back to it as a juvenile left a strange feeling in him. It was good to see familiar faces again. Even if some of them would be the last time.

....Father still searches for them. I suppose he informs me of this to keep my moral high. At first I was enthusiastic about the idea of reuniting with them. But after nearly three years....

>He couldn't bring himself to say it. Even if it wasn't the first time he had lost family a part of him couldn't bare to bring the truth to his mouth.

Perhaps I was chosen for this session so I may become at peace with this fact.

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<"Is that not how it works?"

>Stein holds his tongue, unwilling to immediately say the negative. A good person could do something wicked and a wicked person could at times house noble tendencies. It never was as easy as determining motivation if the end result were people hurt regardless of a struggle to be good. It was a delicate line and nothing quite as easy to reduce to surface intentions.

>After a long moment, Stein rubs the top of his head and sighs. He couldn't say that was the case, Sburb was not an arbiter of growth for people and if someone did learn something along the way it was all for the purposes of the player creating the Genesis Frog. Someone like Qrow wouldn't have any need for life-shattering revelations when his destiny as his classpect left the necessity of his development to be stalled entirely.

>For the best, Stein though, because an actualized Bard of Space was an incredibly dangerous individual. For Qrow, a lack of development was necessary. His other players probably had little to learn as well, aside Koki's spiral of 'learning' as the time player.

Whatever reasons we're here are ultimately up to Skaia. Everything else? It's what meaning we can find, a purpose for all of this.

>Stein gestures vaguely around himself. The sound of an explosion rattles the ground. It sounded as if the armies were starting to get closer to their location. Any more and someone would be unfortunate to come upon the Rogue and Heir, and Stein was in no mood for interruptions.

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Was it also Skai's will to bring that version of my father here?

>He thinks back to the short moment he had near the beginning of the game. A parallel version of his father differed by one moment in time which lead to his becoming a completely different person.

Something about what he stated...still discourages me.

>Their time was short. But in their final moments he would prove himself to be the same as the man he knew. But in the midst of Stein's apparent demise. Words that were said with such confidence that it silently shook him to his core.

After you perished he informed that he was not my father. I understand his meaning but his tone was.... discomforting.

>The confidence in the way he lashed out at that moment was enough to slap Appleslice back into the moment. He had tried not to dwell on it too much during the game. But now with the talk of destiny and purpose he found it creeping back to him once more.

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>That's right, there was that Wade he accidentally summoned into the game rather than the one he tried to snare originally. It was a shame that Wade was not at all familiar with Appleslice, to the extent that he opposed to entertain the notion that in the expansive multiverse there could be a version of himself that somehow successfully procreated.

>He made Matilda so it couldn't have been that impossible, the doctor thought.

He wasn't your father given he's from an entirely different universe where you weren't conceived Appleslice. That version of Wade believed wholeheartedly he's sterile and incapable of reproducing. Your father in this universe already proved that assumption wrong twice.

>It was annoying that the fancy Wade was enough of an ass to say something so hurtful to the young pony. If he was around Stein was sure to kick his ass for it later.

I wouldn't linger on that, his statements are colored entirely by the biases of his own experiences in his universe. Perhaps that's how it worked there but here is an entirely different matter.

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But...that fails to compute.

>One of his arms extends just long enough to scratch his head. All trying to keep the events in a specific order.

If what this version of my father specified is accurate then his life should only defer by a singular moment in time. And he knew about mother.... So then how....

>Trying to place the specific timeline to his current knowledge was proving inefficient. Yet despite the gaps all signs pointed to him still being born in the timeline this Wade occupied. And yet he seemed adamant that there was no possible way he could have existed.

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Some bonds are stronger than any force in the world. Keep it close, strengthen it and your siblings. Doobie apologizing for calling your Queen unjust, Doobie knows not all the details, only that Doobie's blade removes dark influences and purifies the soul. Doobie made an unjust assumption. What Doobie does know, is that your Queen is in danger too. Though separated from your Queen, these new changes may give you a chance to save her too. When the Equestrians come, we can tell them all that is happening behind the scenes. They may even help support in this noble quest. And even if they are not

>Doobie pounds his fist on his chest and stands proudly.

Doobie will not rest until your Queen is freed from the dark influences of evil actions and save every Changeling possible from unnecessary deaths.

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>There was a moment of silence coming from the changeling as she looked Doobie over with a hard to read expression.

"...You make very bold claims for such a little thing, rodent."

>Her eyes narrow, Doobie can probably feel his very being getting perceived, analyzed.

"Yet you speak with such a conviction and honesty, this either makes you a hero or a great fool."

>R34 closed her eyes, pondering her options and weighing them with great care.

"Very well. I will listen to what the Equestrians have to say under one condition."

>The very tip of the changeling's horn began to glow a faint green as she slowly opened her eyes once more.

"Should I be right and the Equestrians prove to be just as cruel as I claim, you will be mine. You will help me and my siblings escape this place, I will still not consider you my enemy however, you will be free to go once we have made our escape."

>The changeling's horn went out and a small smile crept on R34's face.

"Perhaps I will be able to...help you with your desires as well. You wish to help the foal right? I can tell you that my queen does not care for that one...perhaps, you will need to save the foal from herself hmhmm.."

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>Doobie chuckles

The only difference between a fool and a hero is success! And i promise you R34, i will not fail.

>Although Doobie had no doubt that the Equestrians would be merciful and understanding towards the Changelings, he felt that it would be a good idea to present a backup plan to reassure them that all will be well.

Very well, Doobie will help you and your siblings to escape, but only if it is absolutely necessary. Doobie knows of two safe places where all of you can be free from any governments reach and easily blend in. Doobie has explored much of Aquarius in these past few days and know of many possible escape routes.

>He pauses, realizing that the filly was not included in this impromptu plan.

The young filly... it will take her a long time to forgive your people for what happened to her family. Though she is emotionally wrecked, there is little more Doobie can do for her. It would be best for her and her mother to return with the Equestrians where they might better heal her and her mother. Among those more familiar than the wide assortment of beings that live here.

>Though he cared deeply for the young filly, his feelings were irreverent compared to her needs. He would need to pay her another visit before the Equestrians arrive to explain everything to her.

R34!SwarlJo.k6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556152

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>The changeling's eyes briefly lit up as Doobie mentions those safe places, her interest immediately peaking.

"We have a deal then. Let us hope that you're able to back your claims up, rodent."

>While R34 would love to trust Doobie and his words it was very much too good to be true, if all else fails she will simply need to snatch him up and force to talk. It would be foolish to not come up with a contigency plan in case things go even more sour than they already have.

"I will let you know when it's time, should everything go south I will excuse myself from the talk with the words 'I must convene with my siblings and prepare AW1 for departure' when you hear this you will know the negotiations have failed."

>And it looks like her haunch was right, the hamster does care for the mother and her filly for some reason.

"While unfortunate circumstances for her, to be frank, we would have done her a favor."

>The changeling simply shrugged the fact that the filly will probably hate them forever off, instead explaining herself some more.

"Our masters know not of her existance, so the filly was never part of our task. We were to capture the mother, father and the son specifically, would our masters know there was a daughter we would most likely have to capture her as well."

>She shrugged with a smile.

"We're sparing her a worse fate in a nutshell."

>R34 always took great pleasure in that fact, her masters would be unjust to punish them for literally following the orders. Every small bit of defiance was welcome and refreshing in her mind.

"Now then, rodent. Is there anything else you wish to know? This might be your last chance after all."

Dr. Stein!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556153

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As far as he knew that was the differing point but that doesn't mean there were other factors unknown to that Wade that made his universe different, Appleslice. The circumstances of one difference as far as he knew seems simple on paper but carries an underlying connotation that more was different that just a simple moment.

>He holds up his index finger in gesture, continuing in an unmistakable lecture voice he often only saved for explanations like these.

I spoke with that universe's Wade and he confirmed that he killed that version of me from that universe. Why? The circumstances of our meeting wasn't always on good terms, in fact he-

>Actually was it a good idea to tell Appleslice Wade had given concerted effort in trying to kill them on their first meeting? Probably not.

-he fought me the first time we met simply because I appeared to be either a scientist or doctor, a sort of person he had extreme grudges against. Our camaraderie only came about from me besting him in that original fight, and then becoming ironclad following out falling out after the Outworld Invasion. Everything in-between was tenuous at best, with little tilting one way or another to change for a different trajectory. These changes can come about from the difference of a coin flip or the difference in simple mentality when approaching certain situations.

>Stein then gestures to himself.

Take me for example. There was a very real possibility that I could have fallen for those impulses of Madness I told you about earlier, eschewing my lifelong work of trying to be 'good' for the sake of others. Now obviously that didn't happen here, but in that universe something must have caused that to happen, for my thoughts to change so drastically that the end result was a version of myself willing to go down that path. It's a minuscule change that caused great repercussion later in the timeline.

So, with that in mind, who's to say that in that universe your father had one minuscule change he never noticed as well? Changes in multiverses can be so infinitesimally small, Appleslice, that they can barely be registered to an individual experiencing and and to anyone of another universe the change may not even make sense to them. Perhaps something shifted with his DNA years prior he was entirely unaware of, an aspect that did not happen to your father when he underwent the same experience by merit of one chemical compound being slightly more saline than it should be.

>The doctor knew that for most kids the concepts of multiverse theory would fly over their heads, though Appleslie was unusually intelligent for his age. Some of these concepts had to at least sink in to some degree. He was still thinking too shallowly in the scope of the fancy Wade's claims, and with the mutliverse there was any and every conceivable notion to occur.

That's the sort of chaotic probability involved with multiverses you cannot predict, not without assistance of a high-power computer and even that struggles to refine the probability down to an instance of one particular difference between universes.

Appleslice!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556156

>How Stein had met his father was of no news to him. He was retold the story at least once a month if his father had any say in it. Some details seemed to change over time. Like just how long the battle lasted, where it happened, who said what to the other. But it always ended the same. With his father waking up on the manor couch the next morning with a drastic headache and a new understanding of pain.

>Multiverse theory wasn't an entirely new subject to him either. He hadn't studied it on his own but his father and by extension his sister would go into detail on the subject on occasion. Appleslice never understood the fascination of lives beyond the typical scope one could see. Only now did he wish he had paid more attention.

If multiverse theory is any relative of chaos theory then it stands to reason any possible and impossible outcome could occur.

>It stood every possibility that there lives a universe where Stein died and was simply never born. But that too rose a plethora of questions.

However...if my math is accurate I was conceived well before you made acquaintance with my father. I find it queer that the two are mere coincidence.

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>Stein asks the question blankly, not at all sure just what the pony was getting at. Appleslice was conceived before he ever met Wade, why did that matter?

Multiverse theory, Appleslice. Anything and everything that can happen can happen. That's just the nature of it.

>Appleslice and Wade were both oddly fixated on this subject, he thought. This conversation was oddly reminiscent to the one he had with Wade ages ago. Maybe the paternity test thing was something necessary just for the peace of mind. Unfortunately they couldn't do that here, not without Wade to conduct the investigation.

>That was even depending on Wade's willingness to participate in it. Stein had the distinct impression that the man was happier not knowing.

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>As the witches lifeforce doesn't seem to snuff out as she rapidly changes into motes of dust and then reforms almost immediately, the act itself doesn't cause Sophie much concern.

>The fact that this is one of the other girl's capabilities as well, with how she's behaving however adds to her worries of what might happen if things are as she suspects. As well as making it just that much more important to not confront the witch directly.

>Thankfully, in spite of her early doubts of the man, both in regard to his capabilities and his wellbeing, Makalov continues to drastically exceed her expectations.

>In this case by stepping up to keep everyone in line and focused on whom they actually should be fighting. The comment about children seems odd again, especially as she is apparently not being included this time, while Clint is, but...

>Its not really the time to bring that up, since they have work to do.

>It'd be rude to not respond to Casey's comment however, especially since she's just waiting on confirmation that Grell is okay anyways.

"Yes, so don't worry. Getting your bunny back and helping you find your dad will be no trouble either."

<These people not really being her friends is probably best to not bring up right now, since well, they're all Clint's friends at least. Supposedly anyways.

<Hopefully the girl's dad will be able to make her stop summoning skeletons too once they find him, but they have to finish things with Frank first.

>With how quiet she's being, the other witch doesn't seem to catch Sophie's attention at all. After all, she's only been helpful so far, so there isn't really any reason aside from idle curiosity to really focus on her to begin with.

>And the situation they are in is not one that leaves time for that sort of thing.

>How long it takes to get a response from Grell is rather concerning, but as her life force seems to be going strong, its not like she can find any fault with the woman's response.

>She seems to be moving well enough as well, so perhaps its not really anything to worry about. Even though she can't help but worry, especially with how the "pretty" lady charges ahead, even if she is apparently one of the more capable ones there.

>Clint following directly after Grell just adds to those worries as the girl turns to hurry off towards the exit as well.

>Which is why Casey isn't the first one to respond to Clint's question after all, the twintailed humanoid speaking up first.

"They're used to store dangerous energy. The Captain exploded when he used his, so I destroyed it before it could do any more harm, but..."

>The girl stops mid-sentence to glace back towards the others in their group, before deciding that this was her best chance to try and figure things out.

"...Apparently he gives them to all of his commanders, so I'm worried someone in another group might have picked one up without knowing how dangerous they are."

>If not for the fact that everything about the girl is often rather odd, the roundabout way she's talking about things while glancing back behind them would definitely seem especially strange.

"Did either of you see anyone pick up something like that by chance? It'd be bad if someone got hurt after all."

>If she has more to say on the subject she just leaves it at that for now, so its hard to say if she actually knows something, or why she would act so secretive if she is really just concerned for everyone's safety.

???!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556159

>Althalos rears his hovercycle to turn around to face Solaire. The dirt ripples beneath it from the force beneath the hovercycle, though it moves smoothly from his direction.

At least the events historically are either artificial, as the last rift event proved, or a gradual build up of rift energy that precipitates a class A through S event. We have great detection web for compounding energy, and Strider is funding research for immediate detection of unusual energy associated with rifts.

>He turns his hovercycle next for the slope and leans forward. He gazes down the slope a the the churned fields below. Wild grasses carpeted the torn meadows below but the quick growth of nature had already carpeted the ruined land with green blades of grass and colorful little flowers. There were still an uncanny lack of insects so far inland, he couldn't expect to see bees or pollinating butterflies.

>He glances back to Solaire.

Ready to head back to HQ?

Solaire of Astora!SunO73XMtsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556160

>Solaire's bike would finally lift off the ground.

I'm indeed ready, sir.

>He'd say cheerfully, A little too cheerfully to mask his usual unease with the hover bikes.

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"I'd hold your tongue~ refer to me a child again and you will have the joy of reliving your own childhood.
>Alice winked as she twilled her wand. She frankly was getting rather fed up with the motley crew she had to work with. In all honesty why was she even there in the first place? Wasn't like she contributed much other than some light combative magic along with healing, these guys could have easily fared without her. She surely could have been doing better things.

"Yeah yeah, I get it, sorry..."
>She sighed, redirecting herself to follow along with the rest of the group while they moved along.

>Her concentration was soon broken while Clint talked about the red crystals that Frank was using. Her hand soon plunged deep into her pocket to caress the smooth stone between her finger tips, yearning for her immediate attention as if her own life depended on it, almost like it had some sort of deep connection with her very soul. Her senses start to slowly dull, her body almost seeming weightless while intoxicating levels of comfort and desire the flooded her entire body from the inside. She soon felt like nothing in the world mattered anymore, everything seemed complete with each passing moment, each soft stroke of the smooth polished corners and edges almost seeming to give her all that she would ever need to survive, almost as if each passing turn of the stone controlled her own heartbeat... Perhaps maybe it did?

>Alice passively listened to what Sophie had to say, though thanks to her mind occupied now with other things she didn't really understand a word that was spoken, she merely replies with a shake of her head before continuing on with the rest of the party.
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Appleslice!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556162

....Perhaps....I am placing excessive investment in this.

>Appleslice would remain visibly frustrated over this. His first true glimpse into the multiverse had raised an alarming amount of questions. He was hoping for something a tad simpler, like a universe where everyone's gender was flipped or something. It was probably best to shelf this topic for now.

Even still, with infinite possibilities it is difficult to imagine you slipping so far toward the path of malice.

>For a brief moment the young foal would imagine a similar instance where he went down a similar path. Would be easy at first. His robots making quick work of anyone to weak to stand up to him. Though this train of thought is cut off as he soon realizes such attempts would be thwarted rather easily by the likes of Stein and his father.....Unless.....

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>The knight let his head hang upon hearing Alice's threat. He wasn't exactly scared moreso simply tired of hearing things like that.

"Then act your blasted age whatever it may be, gods."

>Dragging a hand across his face the knight made his way over to his trusty warhorse, mounting her with little trouble as he sheathed his sword and had his shield at the ready. This job quickly turned out to be one of the worst ones yet.


>He didn't even care that the half dead scary lady wanted to take lead instead of himself, blast it all, nobody's gonna listen to reasons in either case.

<Let 'em do whatever they want, best I can do is just make sure the kids don't get overwhelmed from behind.

>Waiting for the last of the group to follow Grell the knight would choose to travel in the far back, watching out for any possible ambushes that could really screw them up from behind.
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< Odd

>Alice's hostile reaction to being called a child was something she could relate to and normally wouldn't warrant her concern, but her seemingly out of character reaction to Sophies explanation of the red crystals was worth noting. Very quickly after their fight with the knight and the skeleton mages, Alice had become irritable, hostile, and absent minded. The idea that these were personality traits that had remained dormant until now seemed unlikely. Which left Dixie with only one conclusion, that Alice had taken one of the red crystals. After a quick scan of Alice's recent memory, Dixie mentally kicks herself for not being more careful. How could she have been so foolish as to not have Clint inform everyone to be wary of these red crystals. If something wasn't done soon about the red crystal Alice had, and continued down the path she was on, she would soon become more of a burden than a benefit. With how dangerous Franks sanctuary was likely to be, this was something they could not afford.


< Clint, I believe that Alice has obtained one of the red crystals and is what is causing her unusual behavior. Or at least some of it. I need you to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't use it. Once we are done with Frank, we will have to confront her about it.

>Keeping a suspicious eye on Alice, Dixie brings up the rear alongside Makalov, all while never breaking her line of sight.


>Listening to Sophie answer the question for her, Casey nods along, assuming that whatever information she did know about how the red crystals worked, Sophie knew better. Gradually beginning to replace all that she knew, with whatever Sophie said. Though for the one part that Sophie didn't answer, Casey speaks up as she follows along with the rest of the group. A single skeleton following closely behind her.

Frank has a lot of the red crystals. He keeps them stored all over the place so he can boost his power wherever he is. Sometimes he gives them away as gifts to people who might need them. I used to think that was really nice of him, but if they all explode, then that's a very bad thing he did... right?

>She asks, yearning for guidance on the issue. Having had her whole perception of what was right and wrong flipped on it's head by Sophie, Casey wasn't sure of what was good or bad anymore. Hopefully her dad and master could help correct things for her when these cool heroes help her find them.


>As the last of the group enter through the large opening, stepping over or on fragments of bone, they pass through a shimmering magic barrier that concealed what was hidden beyond.

*Glop *Glop *Glop

>Casey cries out as the team enters into a large hallway. Dim construction lights attached to the walls illuminate a grotesque sight. Three small piles of corpses built up in front of three large chute. An ankle deep layer of blue slime coats the floor, walls, and ceiling, dripping small droplets of the gelatinous substance down on the group. Blue Slime Blobs with beaty black eyes, about a meter in size, slug and hop along every surface. Absorbing bodies and body parts before sliming away further down the dim hallway, their forms seem to wrap around the body of whatever they absorbed, causing the "full" ones to come in a variety of odd shapes. With all the organization of ants, the blue Slimes Blobs do not react to the group beyond the occasional glance as they go about their work. However, the group would find that as they walked further, the slime had stuck firmly to their feet like tar and a growing sense of fatigue spreading throughout their body as though their very life force was being drained.

I forgot about the slimes!


>Dixie and Casey, being physically weak, quickly find themselves stuck, the slime only gripping tighter to their limbs the more they struggled, draining their energy.

< This is going to ruin my fur!

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>While he did not core for the emotionless regard for the young filly and her family, he did not feel that calling her out on her hypocrisy would be beneficial.

Doobie is sure that all will go well and we can have many more talks in the future. Even if it doesn't, Doobie will still have a chance to talk to you more. Doobie cannot help save your Queen and people without a way to find her after all.

>With a simple salute and bow to R34, then to the rest of the watching changelings, Doobie makes his departure.

Doobie will see you again when the Equestrians arrive. May the light of hope be with you!

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>Roll 1d1000 = 600 Evens
>Dub success she's able to pull Casey free in the process

R34!SwarlJo.k6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556172

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>Hearing Doobie talk about wanting to find her queen only filled R34 with glee, looks like her 'trump card' will come in handy after all, for all players involved.

>All she had to do was be smart about it. Easy enough.

"Be safe, rodent. Don't make me regret putting my trust in you."

>Her parting words said the changeling soon returned her attention to AW1 once more, mulling over everything that had transpired in this brief talk.

>Maybe the little thing was right after all? Allying with these Equestrians which she admitedly knew nothing about...perhaps they really were different than those from her home dimension.

>It didn't feel good to have been convinced by such a small creature but at the same time it might be the right choice.

>This is no reason to abandon her plans though, the survival of her kin depends on her own actions.

Makalov!LAZY/18DJ.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556173

Roll 1d1000 = 542 odds Sherlock breaks free

Roll 1d1000 = 847 Makalov grabs Dixie

The working DeadCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556175

>Roll 1d1000 = 519 evens

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>Sas rolls his eyes at Tsuna's response to him, and sighs.

Yeah yeah, listen to the heal-mage here.

>He then starts walking towards the stairs, Tsuna still on his back.

Don't worry! I'll lock this guy in my room and make sure he rests. I'll be back in a bit, alright? I'll be back with drinks and food.

>He says as he walks backwards towards the stairs, spinning around and looking behind him to Tsuna as he walked.

I get it dude, you don't want to worry people, but just shut the hell up and rest.


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>He didn't really like how much she was playing up what he did. It was clear very few people were happy about it, and he only frowns at what she says.

>He decides not to say anything. Not because she knew she was right, but because he really didn't have the energy to argue.

>So he just looks away a bit.


>Yeah, alright, he supposes he should anyways.

>Really he was just trying to not cause anyone to worry, but it seems it wasn't really working.

>In Marisa's case it only seemed to make her annoyed somehow. Oh well.


>He was planning on at least talking to Sas about a few things, but he supposes that could wait a bit as well.


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Mmn.. I just don't think Gluttony fits me very well! Not really me. Hearing he's a problem definitely gives me some extra motivation though!

>He brings a hand to his chin in thought. A lot of this was certainly interesting. The seat of Gluttony was tempting, but.. he wasn't sure about it now. Perhaps there was much he could learn from Lucifer in particular, so he may want to stay in Superbia for a good while longer.

>This might turn out to be quite fun!

Okay, Lord Lucifer!

>He walks past the Demon Prince, towards the exit, and turns around to take a bow.

I'll take a break for now, and go after the Prince of Gluttony at a later date. Until then, I believe I have much to learn about this place and how all of this works. Would it be too much to ask to become a student of sorts? Guided by you and your wisdom, I've no doubt I'd have tremendous success in this realm. With what I have in mind, it's possible in time we could do great things together! Perhaps we may one day pick up where this old friend of yours left off?

>He proposes all this with a bit of a sly smirk. Even if he was declined, it'd give the prince something to thing about for awhile. Placing the ideas in his head was all he needed to accomplish.

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556180

>Roll 1d1000 = 156 odds

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556181

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>As she walks she listens passively to the chatter behind herself. Apparently the topic of discussion shifted towards 'red crystals' and for a moment the Reaper considers the subject. Hadn't she seen one while fighting the large 'Mr. X' zombie that the salamander had mentioned?

Ah...so they're an amplifier then? Must not be an impressive necromancer to rely on an aid for his abilities to be potent.

>This also must have been the same thing Clint mentioned as cursing Lilly, wasn't it? Perhaps it was some kind of multipurpose magical tool used to enthrall more individuals for his cause? It wasn't out of the question to consider at all.

>He musing comes to a violent stop once she steps over a handful of bone pieces.


>Grell's face twists upon trudging through the sticky blue goop that rises up to her ankles and seeps into her steep heeled shoes. Grell prickles and tries her best to quickly march through, but somewhere around the halfway point she finds herself struggling to pull up her feet and keep going. Ruddy hell she was tired! It must have been the lack of blood compounded with glopping through this muck, she thought, and she wiggles about to try and unstick herself.

Ugh! What the hell is this?!

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"H-Heal Mage..?"

>Sasuun's strange description of her practices, something she devoted a good chunk of her life to, be described in such an off-hand manner...She doesn't know why but she felt a slight bit offended even though Sas didn't even say anything bad.

>Yuno supposed she wasn't exactly a fully fledged White Mage anyways, and thinking back on her performance tonight...it wasn't exactly stellar. Maybe he was right.

"Mr. Sasuun with all due respect...please don't speak of Tsuna in such an ill tone. It's unbecoming of such great, selfless people like you."

>Noticing Tsuna's less than stellar mood the white mage would lean forward slightly, smiling at him as he's carried away.

"Have a good rest, Tsuna! I hope you recover swiftly. And think back to the symptoms I listed for you!"

>Throughout all of this Yuno had almost forgotten how close Mokou to her an almost constant light hug for quite some time. At this point the familiar warmth reminds her of better times long since passed. It was just fine, like this.

>But yet, things weren't fine at all, they were very much terrible in fact and it all threatened to come flooding back right away as Yuno looked up at the taller witch, spotting those distinct, awful scars on her neck left behind by her mother.


>The girl was silent for now, trying to think of what to say first.

"Hey...I apologize for the awful night you had and well...everything in general I suppose. A better host wouldn't have invited you when their home is such a dangerous place right? Hehe..."

>Yuno finished with a weak laugh and a rather unconvincing smile.

>Marcochius in the meantime had stuck with the smaller witch for now, mostly because her bratty ways and overally sassy attitude were a beacon of light in these rather dour times and people.

>Though something about how this one was talking about drinking seemed awfuly fake, constructed, the grimoire knew that this girl wasn't exactly old by any standard yet she spoke as if she had this much experience?

>Something's not quite right.

"Hmm, you're right about somethin' too little thing. Someone with no sense of taste might not know those particular points about drinkin' but."

"He goddamn knows what it means to drink someone under the table."

>Marcochius did a few pirroutes in the air, levitating himself as he spoke.

"Not like a drinkin' contest between mages would be incredibly interesting anyways. Though I guess it's sort of interesting to see how everyone cheats in their own way hm?"

<"You ain't gonna pass out on us as well, are you Mou? Unless you have some other reason for leaning against someone so much, that is."

"Oh c'mon, I had to watch these two all day, you don' get to deliver the punchline! That's so not fair! Hmmrghm!"


>Yuno finally seemed to take notice of the two talking about Mokou and her apparently, blinking as she looked from Marisa and Marco back to Mokou her expression growing a smidge more worried.

"Oh Mokou..you're not feeling well? You're not experiencing nausea right? I can search for a few warm blankets for you to relax with, just say the word okay?"

>The grimoire sort of stopped swaying about as he saw the point fly right over Yuno's head, dumbfounded that someone could be this dense.


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Nodding and watching as the two stepped out to get him some proper rest. A bit glad everyone for the most part was doing better than she figured would have been. Everyone had a tough part about em.


>Raising her brows and leaning back some looking between Marco and Marisa and their banter. Marco's jab hitting her square in the forehead practically. As she looked down to Yuno and her statement.

"Hey hey now.. it's not like that at all. If anything it's on me... and... r-right, yeah.. sorry if I leaned on ya too much."
>Leaning back some and giving a small squeeze of Yuno's shoulder and a smile before turning and beginning towards what looked like a kitchen.

"No no, it's all good, ahm feeling fine."
>She waved a hand lightly taking three steps before her knee buckled and she had to throw her foot to the side catching herself before falling over.

"Once we take a seat and get some food I'll be good. And a drink... or two or.. more.."
>A smile forming on her face looking to Marisa and Marco in particular. Stepping again and headed for the kitchen.. bar.. thingy.. or where she figured it was from Sas' direction.

<I am hungry as heck...

Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556185

>Roll 1d1000 = 561 odds, dubs she snaps out of it again, critical fail she's so damn distracted that she practically walks into the monster.

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>Roll 1d1000 = 95 evens

Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556187

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>Alice was able to miraculously step over the puddles of slime despite her entranced state, the witch stopping just in time to notice the slime that stood in their path.

"Oh for the love of--"
>She then saw some of the others stuck in the strange goo covering the floor. With frustration she shook her head as she tried to focus again, trying to come up with a plan amidst the foggy desire to obsessively examine the spoils from her last encounter. After a short internal struggle, she managed to pull out of it for the time being, the witch having some sort of will power to her despite her inexperience with cursed items.

>Though she never faced slime before she knew enough of their basic anatomy to know water attacks could be rather effective against them, most of the time anyway. She quickly readied her wand and popped open another vial of holy water from her shrinking supply. She took a breath as she fought to focus her energy into her spell as she cast it.

"Leve est magicae!!"

>Shouted as she cast a bolt into the ceiling, hoping that this one would fair much better than her previous attempts in the last room.

>Roll 1d1000 = 713 odds

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>It seemed that Clint didn't want to risk blowing money on this. Couldn't say she blamed him, would have set him back a pretty penny. At least the tank was willing to take the brunt of the attacks. Best to hide in the middle if the orange knight was so adamant about holding up the rear.

>Which only made it all the more surprising when the slime came all around them. Before she could react she would find herself stuck to the slime on the floor. A faint tear in her robes would be heard as she tried to lift her leg out of the slime, only to remain as stuck as everyone else.


>She wasn't sure what to do. She could try acid or an explosive but at this range she'd likely just get herself caught in the attack.

Dr. Stein!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556190

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>Stein smiles faintly and glances out the side of his eye at the pony. Appleslice was an incredibly naive young colt, which was remarkable given his father. The pony didn't seem to internalize the ideas of death, cruelty, or suffering. Wade did a good job sheltering him.

>Or maybe Appleslice just didn't process that or repressed it. That seemed more likely, though was significantly sadder if it were true.

You think so? That's good.

>He rolls his shoulder into a half shrug and holds out a hand. In a click of his Sylladex a package of cigarettes appear in his hand, and with a sigh the doctor rifles through it to pull a fresh stick out.

It means I'm doing a good job...it helps when I don't have a constant pull of Madness tugging at my mind anymore, but if you can't even imagine me being so unforgivably heinous then I must be doing something right so far.

>It gave him a strange feeling, not just happy. Contentedness? He could remember the struggle very clearly in his mind's eye, the constant war between doing what was right versus what was wrong, and his own mental gymnastics of his sanity and insanity fighting over the very definition of it. He could very easily picture himself being the absolute worst, there were times in his life where he had nearly acted on such impulses.

>Thankfully, he felt as if that part of him was firmly controlled now. The danger of falling so far felt so far away, which gave him a peace of mind he hadn't felt before. It was...nice, he thought.

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<Don't worry! I'll lock this guy in my room and make sure he rests. I'll be back in a bit, alright? I'll be back with drinks and food.

>Well, there's nothing for the Ordinary Magician to complain about there, as she looks around for somewhere comfortable to sit and wait for the promised refreshments.

>Luckily the tome floating nearby provides a pretty decent way to pass the time, though not in the way most people would expect. Especially not that bookworm, who'd only be interested in poring over the presumed secrets hidden in his pages.

"Seems like the contest falls apart if you're not at a table to start with in the first place though, ya know?"

<"Oh c'mon, I had to watch these two all day, you don' get to deliver the punchline! That's so not fair! Hmmrghm!"

>Her smirk widens even more for a few moments as she realizes that she's likely hit the spot with this one....

>Only to be let down by both of the girls either missing the jab entirely or just having really good poker faces about it.

"Yeah, Mou, just gotta wait that Sasuun guy to get back first. Well, guess he wouldn't mind if ya took stuff out of that weird cold box thing they have in there though."

"Yuno can probably help you figure it out, if you're too old fashioned."

>After calling this out, while trying to keep her expression from cracking too much, she shoots Marco an odd glance before speaking to the book in a hushed but rather incredulous tone.

"...so wait, you're saying they've been doing all this huggy blushy crap all day, but they just blew something like that off so easily?"

"Whatcha say we make a game of it then, not that I have any clue what a musty old book like you would want to wager in the first place."

>If Yuno was to pay attention, it'd be pretty clear that Marisa and Marco were colluding on...something, though with how quiet the rather short Japanese girl has gotten it'd be hard to hear what exactly.

Lucifer!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556192

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You're bold to ask for tutelage. I will not. You already have found enough benefit with the favor I already bestowed upon you.

>Lucifer did not sound offended at the boldness of Kano's request but again his expression was as solid as stone and unmovable as well. The demon lifts an arm and gestures up the carpeted path leading back to the grand doors of the castle. As if by magic they open, allowing the dim light of the outdoors to pour in through the cracked entrance.

Come back after you've found your footing as a demon. To prove your competency bring me one souvenir from each realm of Hell and I shall reconsider the task I originally posed to you. That will reveal your skills more than sufficient to perform what is necessary, should you complete it.

>With that the Prince moves to return to his grand throne and waves a hand in dismissal to the young demon.

Now go.

Kano!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556193

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>Kano doesn't budge when Lucifer denies his request, and his smile does not waver. The new task bestowed upon him by the lord is at least something to work off of.

>Perfect! Something fun to do! Though his wording is a bit vague, he's sure he can figure something out.

>Still in a low bow, hand tight to his chest, he speaks up one last time.

Of course, Lord Lucifer. I shall once again go on to prove myself, and go above and beyond your expectations. I thank you again for your generosity this far. I shall see you again.

>Raising back up from his bow, he offers the prince a sincere smile, and begins to turn around.

>He reaches back to his hood, and lifts it up over his head once more. He places his hands in his pockets, and starts down the hallway towards the exit.

>His eyes glow red as he makes his way out, and a wide grin appears on his face.

>This was going to be fun!

> Yobanashi Deceive [Kogeinu] - Eng Sub

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>Makalov made Sherlock slowly trot after the group whilst keeping his eyes open for any threat that might pop out.


>At first Makalov didn't really think much of the strange noises everyone's steps made but that proved to be an enormous mistake.

>Sherlock's movements suddenly became very strange, restless, her head suddenly flinging around from side to side as she whined in protest, the muscles in her back tensed up as she struggled against the sapping pull of the slime.

"W-What in blazes? Sherlock hoo hoo!"

>The knight attempted to soothe his trusty warhorse to no avail, not understanding what on earth was her problem.


>That is until he saw the rest of the group begin their struggle as well, the sounds of their groans and clothing getting ripped sent shivers down the Knight's spine, everyone walked right into the trap!

>At the very least that rude animal witch seemed to have broken free, casting some sort of spell at the ceiling? He couldn't exactly see what was happening there but he hoped it was something good.


<I forgot about the slimes!

"...Yeah! No kidding!"

>The knight was able to see Sophie in Casey's near vicinity, seemingly unaffected by the slime or at the very least managing to resist it's effect. He had to think fast, whipping his head around he spotted a familiar canine form, whining and struggling in the slime pile. It was that dog that was with the invisible lady when he was first recruited, the one that absolutely hated being pet.

"Look, I know you hate gettin' touched or whatever but- Gyaah!"

>Dixie can feel the uncomfortable rough grip of a metal plated glove tight around the scruff of her neck as she is suddenly jerked away from her adversities and placed upon the saddle of the struggling, panicking warhorse close to the Knight's stomach.

"What on earth are these things?! Casey? What do we do? How do we stop this?!"


>The Knight drew his sword readying his strike once the time came to do so. For now Dixie would be safe on horseback and behind the Knight's shield, he does however fainltly reek of Alcohol and...was that even more chicken in her beautiful mane? How is this even possible?!

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>Refusing to let go of the struggling witch Mokou finds that Yuno stays by her side, offering up her shoulder as the two stumbled over to the lounge with it's various comfortably padded chairs and couches of wildly mixed and matched styles and shapes. There were couches made to fit those cute Equestrians, slightly shorter than the traditional human ones and even the massive fancy mahogany tables came in all sorts of different sizes, spread throughout the room.

>Wayne Manor is well equipped to house all sorts of weirdos and races.

"No...No it's fine. I'm here for you Mokou, I want to help you out as best as I can."

>If the girl was being honest with herself, while she does wana help out Mokou, she more or less simply tried to distract herself as best as she could, pushing the happenings of tonight in the far back of her mind simply not wanting to deal with it now.

>Soon enough Mokou finds herself being supported right toward a massive red couch with some cute little cushions with various designs printed or knitted into them. One of which showed a comic of Equestrian Super Heroes called 'The Power Ponies" posing heroically for the camera with a winning smile.

"You must be so hungry...and it's no good drinking on an empty stomach you know? Immortal or not!"

>The girl dusted herself off some as she smiled down at Mokou. Yuno really was in her element here, doing best when she can just spoil and care for someone else.

"Is there anything you'd prefer? I heard about how well stocked Wayne Manor is, i'm sure they have even the most peculiar and obscure of foods!"

>It seems like distracting herself is working wonders.


>Marco was left to watch Yuno, stunned at how oblivious she appeared to be about how this relationship of hers could be seen questionable.

>Hearing Marisa's quit indulgence the book couldn't help but sigh.

"Ya see this? This been going on ever since the two literally bumped into each other yesterday. I mean, can't really blame Yuno eh? My Fujiwara Mokou is absolutely lovely pfehehe"

>Though the concept of a bet on how this whole thing will go down does sound fun.

"Hmm, that does sound interesting and like the most fun we can have with this hm? Whatcha say we reveal one spell to the winner of this bet?"

>He said a little more discretly, floating closer to Marisa.

"I'll even let you have first pick, do they go beyond holding hands after getting filled up or not hmm? If you win i'll let you take a looksie at one of my pages, if you lose you gotta gimme one of yours instead."

>He really didn't mind sharing some of his secrets, what's the fun in having all these spells and incantations stored within him when he rarely ever gets to use 'em? Not like Marisa was evil or anything like that either.

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