Beuce set down his fork having finished his cake when he realized everyone was gone...Wow. He must have had the attention span of a rodent, a really stupid rodent at that. He pushed away from the table and got up. Now what was he supposed to do? Nothing else to do but walk around. He strolled casually down the halls of the castle whistling shoot to thrill to himself. Finally he walked through the ungodly over-sized doors he somehow opened and saw Luna laying on her stomach with Etrius attacking her. With an unchanging cocky smile that would have gone well with a shrug, he walked toward Etrius, stepping over Luna. "Shoot to thrill, Play to kill. Too many women, too many pills." He sang. "Shoot to thrill, Play to kill. Got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will. Haha, but seriously though what's going on here?" He asked, cutting out of the song.
Incineration is universal.
Put them in the incinerator.
Xindai quickly gave pursuit. Lysa wasn't shaping up to be much of an opponent, but still she had to be dealt with. Using his telekinetic powers on his own body, he lifted himself into the air. His keyblade was now dismissed, he apparently intended on going hand to hand. He delivered a quick set of four punches, starting at the stomach and going upward. Immediately afterward, he used his star crystal to teleport behind her and drove his elbow at her back. They needed to get things back on track, regroup. Most people were at the canyon, ready to be dealt with. He sent a telepathic message to Gexln, who was just about the only one not in position. And he was the most important. "Gexln, don't engage him directly. Lure him into the canyon. I don't care how you do it. Throw him through a dark corridor if you have to, but the plan is coming to fruition and i need you to be present. You're going to prove you're worth my help." Well, so much for humor to dismiss tension. Although, now that he looked over slightly, he noticed a much bigger problem than who shot deadly magic at who. R was now going head to head with Louvel in some kind of super form that all bad guys seemed to somehow have. You know, that seems like the kind of thing someone would have noticed by this point...Louvel seemed to be holding him off for the time being, but he sent a bunch of shockwaves through the ground while R was flying, well out of their reach. Beuce face palmed and decided Louvel needed help. He re-summoned his fancy new lance Gungnir and prepared to throw it. He ran a bit closer to the battle, and chucked the lance with all his might. "Seven Rings That Cover the Fiery Heavens: Rho Aias!" R called out. He swiped his hand and in the path of the lance, seven glowing crimson barriers appeared, one right in front of the other. The lance was a mighty weapon, but even it couldn't pierce the Aias. It broke the first petal with ease, the second followed suit. It kept going, slowing down with each layer until it hit the fifth. That was where it ended. The power of the lance wasn't strong enough to pierce further, and it fell to the ground. R didn't take kindly to interference in their fight and flew over to Beuce. It was over in a matter of seconds. R shot a rod of darkness at blinding speed into the enemy's stomach, and followed it with a blow to the chin form Dýnami̱ tou Titána, a great hammer which gave its user the strength of a Titan. The attack blew Beuce back, but his path was stopped by a fiery explosion. R executed an attack similar to a dark mega flare. Beuce lay there in shock, not knowing what happened. R turned back to Louvel. "Shall we resume?"
Beuce mentally wiped a bead of sweat. She actually believed the Saint Beuce thing. No one ever believes the Saint Beuce thing. Judging from the look in her eyes, it was fairly obvious she wanted the cake. But i mean come on, it's cake! He couldn't just not eat some of it. "Care to lady and the tramp this piece of cake?" He said, chuckling. He might have been joking, but then again...maybe not.
My mic quality as well as singing voice would literally hurt you to listen to.
Mass effect 2
Luke gave a coy smile to Zane. "Well, you'll find often times i'm somewhat hard to see at all." He was a hard one to read. He didn't seem at all phased by being dragged out the door by the arm. "If you intend to get there quickly, i'd suggest we enlist the aid of a few mages of a particular variety. They aren't strictly speaking legal, but everyone uses them for long distance travel. Your choice, Exile." Luke said in a voice that made it hard to discern whether he was kidding or being serious. If there were a profession for telling riddles, he would have made a killing. Quinn closed the distance between them inhumanly fast. It went beyond the realm of just above average, he was superhuman. He spun the large spear effortlessly in one hand, moving it into a horizontal sweep. His magic was powering not only his physical prowess, but his senses and reflexes as well. In close quarters combat, Enhancement magic was one of the worst things you could face. The trick to it was thats where it ends. if you can keep the range advantage, it should even the field. But when one could close distance like that, it made it hard.
well all we can do is hope for the best case scenario. Lol Beuce....
Well, lets see if it fixes when you reinstall it.
Xindai waited for the opportune moment to act. He knew full well what Lysa was planning. He was constantly prying into the thoughts of everyone around him. No matter how far ahead you thought you were, you were always two steps behind Xindai. He let the boy be separated from his glaive by the canopy. It was a clever tactic. Against most, it probably would've worked too. However, Xindai knew it was coming. The second the glass made contact with the ground and cracked, Xindai forced outward a telekinetic push from within it. The now fragile glass shattered instantly, showering Azurite with glass shards and likely knocking him down from the force of the explosion. Meanwhile, there was a voice in Xindai's head. Someone was speaking directly into his mind. Not a common trait. "Well One, as gracious as your offer is, i'm afraid the time for planning has since passed. I've already turned a few against each other. I barely needed to. They may as well have already lost this war." The dark creator answered. Beuce briefly pondered if the tension between Ananta and Caleb was thick enough to be spread over toast. He wouldn't doubt it. However, he couldn't let them kill each other. If it came down to it, he'd side with Ananta, but he had to try to stop them. He walked out into the middle of the two of them, putting a hand toward either of them. "Guys guys guys guys guys guys....guys....guys........guys. It's my vagina." If a comment like that couldn't kill a hostile mood, nothing could. The air-taking blade in his hand vanished as R summoned a new weapon. He raised a single hand into the air. "Curse me, O Brahm." He uttered. In his hand appeared an orb of darkness. After a second, it elongated into a large curved shape. Once it was finished, it was recognizable as a bow. This was reinforced when R summoned an arrow to his hand. He nocked the arrow and aimed the bow at the incoming beam of light. R's breathing slowed. He loosed his fingers and let the arrow fly. This was no ordinary shot. An arrow shot from the Brahmastra was a force to be reckoned with. The arrow radiated a black aura as it flew, and finally collided with Louvel's attack. The second contact was made, a massive explosion erupted outward. The two powers seemed to be evenly matched.
BUT THERES NO RED AND MY OCD IS BITCHING AT ME ABOUT IT
'We've been had!' yelled a small voice in Beuce's head. 'No! We can still pull this off!" Called another. Wow. He was hearing voices in his head. Maybe he really was a schizo..."What? Me?" Beuce said, looking slightly offended. "People used to call me saint Beuce. I'm all about helping people." He lied. This girl was a lot of effort. He hoped she'd be worth it. Plus, they would have to get to their next worlds soon. Perhaps they'd end up in one together. He couldn't say.
MOK YOUR AVATAR DOESNT HAVE A SANTA HAT YOU'RE THROWING OFF THE GROOVE OF MY PEOPLE YOU FOLLOW ON THE FORUMS
NO GABI HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST THIS GAWD seriously though, i hardly ever care about anything
Equipping sweet memories
Why do you hate me? Making me choose between these....fine. Signing up for Camelot in hopes of the keyblade we get
Beuce watched as Ananta ate her food, waiting patiently. She ate ravenously, devouring the food. Honestly, he found it kind of hot. "No prob."
Inside, Beuce did a victory dance that he'd succeeded. He knew that flower was a good idea. He followed behind Ananta, with his best sympathetic listener expression on. He was a very good actor. "So, An. What's on your mind? Something in your last world i'm assuming?"
Beuce managed a weak smile as Enox and Caleb appeared in front of him, followed by Ananta. It was weak, but that cocky air seemed to have returned to him. "Stupid? You don't know the half of it." He said right after Ananta had insulted Enox. She was trying to pull him away, but he shrugged her off. His expression said that this battle wouldn't take long. "My hair is gray because apparently the gods have a death star and Panzer Dusche over here seems to have the launch codes. Doesn't feel too great. You tend to walk away with some gray hairs and wrinkles after something like that. But lucky me, i also walked away with a new toy." He grinned. Enox, if he knew what happened when you survived the light of judgement, would know what he was talking about. Beuce had received a blessing. Not just any blessing, a gift from the god king himself, Odin. He raised his left hand, in a brilliant flash, He held a 7 foot long lance. "GUNGNIR!" He yelled, because yelling what you're doing always helps somehow. With a heavy thrust, he hurled the godly lance straight at Enox. Xindai seemed utterly unphased by everything happening around him, including the new challenger. "Hello Sabell. Your sister has told me so much about you. Well, not told me, but i got the information from her nonetheless." He taunted. Though he spoke to Sabell, the taunt was intended for Xero. "Fighting me won't be quite as much fun as you think. Choking on your own blood as your worst memories appear before you again and again is less than pleasant, i'm told." He said with a slight grin. His expression was deadly, and his gaze told that he meant everything he was saying. More than one had died before him in exactly that manner. "If you believe it right, then strike at me with every ounce of power you have!" R called, his voice now deeper and more sinister, more befitting of a heartless. Yet still, his expressionless tone carried through. He raced forward so quickly it looked like he'd simply teleported. He swung a longsword made of darkness in an upward arc, but this was not one of his ordinary weapons. The darkness it was made from felt older...more primordial. As it traveled through the air, a dark wind was expelled from it, sucking the oxygen out of the area and creating a temporary vacuum. The names of these weapons no longer simply stated their manner of creation and their purpose. These were ancient and powerful techniques, only available to one who had achieved true mastery of darkness. This particular blade...a weapon which drank all the air from around it, leaving its victim choking on the nothingness...Boido no Iki, Breath of the Void.
