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Introduction
The year is 2012, and the world's in crisis...but no one cares about that. More importantly, Hell is under crisis!
That's right, as foretold by the Mayans several thousand years ago, and written down on the lost stone tablet of the 'wyrm', the earth would be destroyed by a grand outside force that would topple humanity's empire and purge it of it's infectious reign.
Who would have known this outside force would be a giant alien worm?
So here's the problem, while the alien worm is devouring Manhattan, below the surface world at it's core resides Hell. Satan is pretty pissed out of his mind that the worlds' ending and he isn't the cause of it. Moreover, once the worm finishes off the surface dwellers, it'll burrow down and destroy Hell. After all, the last thing the Lord of lies needs is Hell to collapse in on it's self because of an overgrown earthworm.
So the dark Messiah called upon the 4 horsemen to assist in the solution. He asked them to go to the surface world with each an army of demon lords to help in destroying the worm and protecting their domain.
However more woe and evil is found above the line of oblivion than below it. For now that the worm has spread it's sinister seed, more and more people are becoming infected by smaller parasitic organisms known as 'satellite worms.' These worms latch onto your brain via the mouth, eating through the esophagus, then crawling up the spinal cord to the brain cavity, able to control your body's functions; slowly poisoning your mind with their will, while feeding off your protein (And that means your brain). Worse is that if the parasite infects a deceased host, that corpse will reanimate and carry out it's commands. So there's a growing zombie problem too.
Unfortunately the terror doesn't end there as a small few humans have found out ways to control the parasites to their advantage, breeding a new bio-homo sapien species that could only be called mutants. For they are hybrids of parasitic hosts and rotting corpses. These 'last of humanity' have deemed to call themselves 'Slayers' for they're the last stand against demonic forces from hell, parasitic invasions of the mind, zombies, and whatever else seems to come out from under your bed when the worlds' ending.
With all the Demons, Zombies, Mutants, and Alien Mind Slaves running around; could things really get much worse? Oh you bet, and it came in the form of blood suckers and flesh eaters.
Now that humanity is on the verge of total extinction, the mutated remains of the Ly-cans have reemerged from their social segregation to take back the earth. These bio-evolved species of primal homo sapiens first emerged as the narcissistic conquest of the scientific mind over nature. By cross-breeding human DNA with that of beasts, unholy science gave birth to genetically engendered animal-like-humanoid hybrids. These abominations had the feral hormonal personality of the beasts, while retaining a humanistic development of the brain. Thus creating the 'perfect' cross-breed of intelligence and blood-thirsty rage. However most of the original experiments died a rather torturous death from the DNA streams rejecting the host body. The very few who survived 'genetic meltdown' were those that were injected with little to no animal DNA, and thus were deemed 'carriers' for they appeared human despite their mutated streams. The carriers went on reproducing unwittingly, and rarely a select few offspring would surface that appeared to have perfect cross-genetic combination's of DNA, thus the 'wer' traits and physical beast form would manifest. This sparse race of estranged creatures called themselves 'werewolves' for they were the 'pure' hybrid of human and animal, however their great disdain for humanity at their creation had caused their small species to thin themselves out amongst the decades, until now. Now that the great wyrm has dropped to earth, the Ly-cans find this the perfect excuse to take the dominate role amongst all species, as well as shove some well deserved revenge down the cold throats of humanity.
What could be worse than werewolves? How about the living dead with an obsessive compulsion to suck blood?
When the chips were down for humanity and the Slayers knew they needed a trump card to fight back against the growing infestation of satellite worms, their answer would be their demise. With what little working technology they had left, the failing humans constructed an experiment to try to rid the parasite from an infected host. By trying to neutralize the worm from the infected brain, their pathetic attempts at salvation ended in ruin. Fore without the worm to command the host, the eroded brain had reacted impulsively. Commanding the body from a strain of corrupted human mind waves trapped in a rotting corpse, the resulting 'purged' host retained all the scrambled brain-washed compulsions that it hard while infected, yet had regained it's humanistic aspect of free will. Thus creating the vampire-like species known as the 'vampyre'. These undead experiments gone wrong have an unabridged obsession with feasting on the spilled blood of others, as was the primary nourishment source for the satellite worms, which had become their own. They have the mental reasoning of any other life form however twisted into their own dark intentions. Not much is known with what the vampyre want, but a growing society of these creatures has left the demonic forces uncertain.
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It's up to the 4 armies of Hell and their followers to conquer in the name of unholy justice. Slaughter the innocent and deck several zombies with a tire iron.
For those that submit your will to the great worm, protect your parasites because your worm is your friend! Feed that little sucker the black blood of demons fallen, and infect others with your plague. All in the name of the new world order––Apocalyptic Alien Worm-related Chaos.
Who knows what the zombies want? Is it brains, or are they destined to inherit the earth?
The battle for our planet has begun. Who will you fight for? Do you has Gun? Do you has courage? Do you has 5 dollars in which to donate to the Hell in Crisis Relief fund? No? Then your drafted soldier!
Be a hero, Be an Environmental Avenger!
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The characters played
Okay now that you've got an exciting throw down of whats go'n down, here are the characters that would be up for grabs:
The four horsemen:
-Horseman of War (the element of ruby fire) [red] Azrath
-Horseman of Pestilence (the element of emerald fire) [green] Lexx
-Horseman of Famine (the element of opal fire) [white] Matzul
-Horseman of Death (the element of onyx fire) [black] Varonica Malus
The demon lords:
•The demon lords of War:
-Bael
-Agares
-Astaroth
-Belzebulb
•The demon lords of Pestilence:
-Asmodeus
-Amon
-Beleth
-Balberith
•The demon lords of Famine
-Arielle Psychonezumi
-Adrame
-Azazell
-Lilith
•The demon lords of Death
-Belphegor
-Behemoth
-Abaddon
-Bel
The Ly-can and Vampyres [Subject to add more based on demand]
-Ly-can leader
-Ly-can general
-Ly-can Sage Northwinds
-Ly-can
-Vmpyre leader
-Vmpyre general
-Vmpyre
-Vmpyre
The Parasitic, the Zombies, and the Slayers I'm leaving up to have pretty much free customization. As long as there's no Godmoding, you should have fun making up your enslaved parasitic soul.
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Character sheet:
[The Physical]
Name:
Age:
Sex or What can be determined:
Species:
Appearance: (fleshed out description then 1 or more images preferred)
Height:
Weight:
Eye color:
Skin color:
Build:
Other physical traits:
[The Personality]
Attitude towards others: (Both physically and mentally [ex. quick to violence physically, yet shy and emotional mentally])
Habits/Tendencies:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
Favorite pastime:
Religious Beliefs: (Have fun with this)
Other quirky personality traits or disorders:
[The In between]
Bio: (Try to push for in depth coverage)
Birthplace: (Have fun with this one too)
Previous existence prior to worm drop:
Allegiance: (you can have multiple strings attached, betrayal and loyalty ahoy!)
Occupation: (what are you fighting or striving for)
[The Heavy Metal]
Weapons:
Attire:
Items:
Other:
[If you are applying for a Horseman position, please add 'Mount' to the Heavy Metal section. That is to describe your wicked demonic mount that you ride among the flame-rippled skies.]
Rules
Chaos Control
- No Godmoding
- No flaming of the Rp or other members.
- No one-liners. This is a fun and open-minded Rp, but it's not for flaky beginners.
- If you have a problem with a member or something to do with the Rp, please Pm the GM.
- Literacy counts! You don't have to have perfect grammar or spelling, but don't make yourself look like a moron.
- Cursing, swearing, and inappropriate innuendos are allowed only in character.
- Commit to your character! I don't want to see any abandoned characters.
- Please complete your character sheet.
- NPCs are open to be played by characters only when interacting with your or another players character. (ex. You're fighting and killing zombies with another player.)
- Do not kill another players character unless you have their consent.
- Anything goes in this Rp: Romance, Alliance, Betrayal, Drama, Action, ect.
- Have fun, kick ass, and post often!
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Azrath played by Mr. Baneling Squishy
The Horseman of War, he carries death with him, in its physical form.
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Gabriel is on a mission. To kill that giant space worm, and every one of it's spawn!
Three little humans were jumping on a bed - one flew away and he lost his head~
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OOC Notes
[The official introduction. Have at thee!]
Late 2012, unknown calender day
North America, aka 'The Nest'
Enter scene, the biblical aftermath of several months bled into decades. Time had been short but left the weighted footprint of generations of carnage. The shuttered word 'Apocalypse' hangs in the miasma of depression that erodes the skin like the acid that collects on the surface. Brittle ground and sickly skies have overtaken that once gracious biosphere, as the remaining survivors relearn the terrain like neanderthals fresh from the primordial ooze. With jaded eyes and hallow souls, the select few left on earth have mutated in physical and mental nature far beyond recognition. While Hell is overrun with fear of destruction, the demons are flooding out from select portals that have encompassed large areas of the world. Monsters; creatures of legend brought into reality by unholy science have emerged and banded together for twisted agendas. The future is unknown, as the great wyrm's roots have run deep and far across the land, infecting many into it's dark purpose, and the few that could resist have Hell to fight.
Late 2012, unknown calender day
North America, aka 'The Nest'
Enter scene, the biblical aftermath of several months bled into decades. Time had been short but left the weighted footprint of generations of carnage. The shuttered word 'Apocalypse' hangs in the miasma of depression that erodes the skin like the acid that collects on the surface. Brittle ground and sickly skies have overtaken that once gracious biosphere, as the remaining survivors relearn the terrain like neanderthals fresh from the primordial ooze. With jaded eyes and hallow souls, the select few left on earth have mutated in physical and mental nature far beyond recognition. While Hell is overrun with fear of destruction, the demons are flooding out from select portals that have encompassed large areas of the world. Monsters; creatures of legend brought into reality by unholy science have emerged and banded together for twisted agendas. The future is unknown, as the great wyrm's roots have run deep and far across the land, infecting many into it's dark purpose, and the few that could resist have Hell to fight.
OOC Notes
But some of them have their own ways of entering. A giant blast happens in a small town in New jersey, a gigantic hole from it. A horsemen, followed by his minions, come out. Azrath looked upon his minions. "I ONLY HAVE 3 RULES FOR THOSE WHO SERVE ME" he said in a booming voice. "1: IF YOU DISOBEY ME WITHOUT GOOD REASON, YOU DIE, 2: IF YOU STEAL FROM ME OR A SUPERIOR, YOU DIE, and 3: IF YOU RUN, YOU DIE, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!". His voice scoured throughout the area. There wasn't a chance in the world that his army did not hear him. He wielded his staff, and shouted "NOW, LET HELL RETAKE THIS LAND AND KILL THE ABOMINATION THAT THREATENS HELL" he shouted to the wind. All of his soldiers chanted. However, this was somewhat because if they didn't they would die.
"LET THE BATTLE....BEGIN" he said, leading his army into the conflict about to happen...
"LET THE BATTLE....BEGIN" he said, leading his army into the conflict about to happen...
OOC Notes
What monstrous creature hath opened onto thee it's vile seed?
Earth. It's beaten face looked back to him, wounds and scares prepubescent to his eyes. Taken from the blanket of prosperity far from it's maturity; it's destined time. Lexx didn't recognize earth, never knew earth for it's victories and woes. However, he did know those who had touched the light, he knew those that had basked in Gods grace for 'x' amount of years before the Great Fatso did what he always did best: throw his toys away after he got bored with them.
And that's where Satan came into play. Hell is a wonderful place to visit during the summer. The fresh bodies of the damned raining down onto the shores of Acheron, waiting for Charon's vessel to lead them to their demise. It was a beautiful time of year, when Lexx and his boys from 'Cloven Hoof' would play in the inferno gardens of the Great Palace. Where his fellow horseman would be busy doing their jobs, while he'd rather goof off and play another day. Yep, life was great until well, the Apocalypse had to ruin it!
Lexx supposed life was over due for some serious chaos anyway, but ironically enough that's what he and his team of raging horsemen are there for, not some alien space worm! It was just his luck the day Satan called the four of them to discuss a battle plan––which was essentially he and his buddies go to the surface world and create their own hell on earth. I guess that's really only what the Horsemen of the Apocalypse are good at anyway.
So hitching up his Guitarsaw and jumping the line of reality with The Mega, here he was watching over the sun-bled horizon at late evening. Feeling the familiar rumble of The Mega's engine underneath his tush, Lexx reached into his pocket and pulled out a few cigarettes. Lighting them with a single puff of green flame from his throat, he stuck them all into his mouth at once and took a long drag. He'd need the assurance if he wanted show up the rest of the Horsemen.
"Strange world..." He mumbled to himself as he continued to watch the sunset.
Earth. It's beaten face looked back to him, wounds and scares prepubescent to his eyes. Taken from the blanket of prosperity far from it's maturity; it's destined time. Lexx didn't recognize earth, never knew earth for it's victories and woes. However, he did know those who had touched the light, he knew those that had basked in Gods grace for 'x' amount of years before the Great Fatso did what he always did best: throw his toys away after he got bored with them.
And that's where Satan came into play. Hell is a wonderful place to visit during the summer. The fresh bodies of the damned raining down onto the shores of Acheron, waiting for Charon's vessel to lead them to their demise. It was a beautiful time of year, when Lexx and his boys from 'Cloven Hoof' would play in the inferno gardens of the Great Palace. Where his fellow horseman would be busy doing their jobs, while he'd rather goof off and play another day. Yep, life was great until well, the Apocalypse had to ruin it!
Lexx supposed life was over due for some serious chaos anyway, but ironically enough that's what he and his team of raging horsemen are there for, not some alien space worm! It was just his luck the day Satan called the four of them to discuss a battle plan––which was essentially he and his buddies go to the surface world and create their own hell on earth. I guess that's really only what the Horsemen of the Apocalypse are good at anyway.
So hitching up his Guitarsaw and jumping the line of reality with The Mega, here he was watching over the sun-bled horizon at late evening. Feeling the familiar rumble of The Mega's engine underneath his tush, Lexx reached into his pocket and pulled out a few cigarettes. Lighting them with a single puff of green flame from his throat, he stuck them all into his mouth at once and took a long drag. He'd need the assurance if he wanted show up the rest of the Horsemen.
"Strange world..." He mumbled to himself as he continued to watch the sunset.
OOC Notes
Aaah, this is complete bullshit, Mary !
Veronica threw her cards on the table with a groan, much to the amusement of the women seated around the table. Veronica took a drag from the cigarette between her full lips and exhaled through her nose as the other succubi around her giggles. Mary, a tall raven haired succubi with mile long legs and permanent smirk pulled in the chips with one arm.
"Lucky me ! I can finally afford that vacation I've been wanted."
Veronica sighed impatiently and looked up at the clock, leaning against the back of her chair, flicking the spent cig from her fingers onto the stone floor " That time already ?" she said, causing the other girls to look up at the clock "Guess I had better go, girls." said Veronica, standing from her seat. The succubi around the table frowned and waved goodbye to their favorite poker player, mostly because she lost money like a teller machine. Veronica waved them off, walking through the from door of the private lounge that only Succubi could access and out onto the firey plains of the next to deepest realm in Hell. Veronica pulled her dark hood about her blond curls and looked over the desolate landscape. To think that one day she would be fighting to save this place. A place dedicated to the pain and suffering of others, a place where the evil from one realm were dumped for "punishment" or whatever it was called. She, in her position, knew the truth about the place and it was her job to gather the souls needed to run this machine. The other three were meant to do their job so she could do hers as Death, absorb the souls and toss them into hell where they were sorted from there. Now, she had been called to save it, not only that, but to expand it far earlier then it should have been..they were not ready, not for the worm, not for the eradication of the humans..they should have had more time.
Veronica put her fingers to her lips and whistled loudly and waited. Before long, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble . A few seconds later, she noticed the ground a few hundred yards ahead of her heaving and breaking as some large creature traveled only a few under its surface, moving through both the molten rock and glass like stone with equal ease. Veronica took a few steps forward as the mound came to a stop before her . The mound would rumble and then cascade into the ground as the support underneath it vanished, leaving a giant hole where it had been a few seconds ago. Veronica looked down the hold to see a great armored head and mass of writhing tentacles waiting for her. She took a step over the edge and dropped atop the creature "Alright girl, take me to Earth." she said, slipping amidst the mass of tentacles as the creature growled deeply and surged into the earth again as if she were swimming through the ocean. She would diver deeper and deeper until she would eventually cross over and start moving upward..it would still take some time
Veronica threw her cards on the table with a groan, much to the amusement of the women seated around the table. Veronica took a drag from the cigarette between her full lips and exhaled through her nose as the other succubi around her giggles. Mary, a tall raven haired succubi with mile long legs and permanent smirk pulled in the chips with one arm.
"Lucky me ! I can finally afford that vacation I've been wanted."
Veronica sighed impatiently and looked up at the clock, leaning against the back of her chair, flicking the spent cig from her fingers onto the stone floor " That time already ?" she said, causing the other girls to look up at the clock "Guess I had better go, girls." said Veronica, standing from her seat. The succubi around the table frowned and waved goodbye to their favorite poker player, mostly because she lost money like a teller machine. Veronica waved them off, walking through the from door of the private lounge that only Succubi could access and out onto the firey plains of the next to deepest realm in Hell. Veronica pulled her dark hood about her blond curls and looked over the desolate landscape. To think that one day she would be fighting to save this place. A place dedicated to the pain and suffering of others, a place where the evil from one realm were dumped for "punishment" or whatever it was called. She, in her position, knew the truth about the place and it was her job to gather the souls needed to run this machine. The other three were meant to do their job so she could do hers as Death, absorb the souls and toss them into hell where they were sorted from there. Now, she had been called to save it, not only that, but to expand it far earlier then it should have been..they were not ready, not for the worm, not for the eradication of the humans..they should have had more time.
Veronica put her fingers to her lips and whistled loudly and waited. Before long, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble . A few seconds later, she noticed the ground a few hundred yards ahead of her heaving and breaking as some large creature traveled only a few under its surface, moving through both the molten rock and glass like stone with equal ease. Veronica took a few steps forward as the mound came to a stop before her . The mound would rumble and then cascade into the ground as the support underneath it vanished, leaving a giant hole where it had been a few seconds ago. Veronica looked down the hold to see a great armored head and mass of writhing tentacles waiting for her. She took a step over the edge and dropped atop the creature "Alright girl, take me to Earth." she said, slipping amidst the mass of tentacles as the creature growled deeply and surged into the earth again as if she were swimming through the ocean. She would diver deeper and deeper until she would eventually cross over and start moving upward..it would still take some time
OOC Notes
"Ugh, that aught'da do it!" Grunting, Lexx threw the bloody tire iron across the plane. "Freakin' zombies! 'can never catch a break with them!" Pulling a cigarette from his lips, he dropped it to the ground and crushed it under his foot.
Lexx had been fighting on the fringes for a few days now, and already the weight of death and decay had besieged his senses and fucked with his attitude. Nothing pissed him off more than an infestation of the living dead mocking his life's work.
"When you die of a disease you're supposed to stay dead, you bunch of brain-monkeys!"
Frustrated, Lexx ripped out his guitarsaw and played a little riff. It was a sharp string of notes that was directed at the whole principle of the thing. He was a rock star! He shouldn't have to be fighting off legions of the undead, mindless mortal slaves, and monstrous in the closet just because of some Dune-inspired Apocalypse.
Looking behind him, Lexx saw more of the tattered remains of what might have been a Wendy's. Just thinking about a triple cheeseburger made his stomach do flips, and he didn't feel like peeling more flesh from the bone of zombie corpses for sustenance.
"Aw man, this sucks!" The green haired demon exclaimed as he kicked a festering skull across the plume.
Lexx had been fighting on the fringes for a few days now, and already the weight of death and decay had besieged his senses and fucked with his attitude. Nothing pissed him off more than an infestation of the living dead mocking his life's work.
"When you die of a disease you're supposed to stay dead, you bunch of brain-monkeys!"
Frustrated, Lexx ripped out his guitarsaw and played a little riff. It was a sharp string of notes that was directed at the whole principle of the thing. He was a rock star! He shouldn't have to be fighting off legions of the undead, mindless mortal slaves, and monstrous in the closet just because of some Dune-inspired Apocalypse.
Looking behind him, Lexx saw more of the tattered remains of what might have been a Wendy's. Just thinking about a triple cheeseburger made his stomach do flips, and he didn't feel like peeling more flesh from the bone of zombie corpses for sustenance.
"Aw man, this sucks!" The green haired demon exclaimed as he kicked a festering skull across the plume.
OOC Notes
"Ugh, that aught'da do it!" Grunting, Lexx threw the bloody tire iron across the plane. "Freakin' zombies! 'can never catch a break with them!" Pulling a cigarette from his lips, he dropped it to the ground and crushed it under his foot.
Lexx had been fighting on the fringes for a few days now, and already the weight of death and decay had besieged his senses and fucked with his attitude. Nothing pissed him off more than an infestation of the living dead mocking his life's work.
"When you die of a disease you're supposed to stay dead, you bunch of brain-monkeys!"
Frustrated, Lexx ripped out his guitarsaw and played a little riff. It was a sharp string of notes that was directed at the whole principle of the thing. He was a rock star! He shouldn't have to be fighting off legions of the undead, mindless mortal slaves, and monsters in the closet just because of some Dune-inspired Apocalypse.
Looking behind him, Lexx saw more of the tattered remains of what might have been a Wendy's. Just thinking about a triple cheeseburger made his stomach do flips, and he didn't feel like peeling more flesh from the bone of zombie corpses for sustenance.
"Aw man, this sucks!" The green haired demon exclaimed as he kicked a festering skull across the plume.
Lexx had been fighting on the fringes for a few days now, and already the weight of death and decay had besieged his senses and fucked with his attitude. Nothing pissed him off more than an infestation of the living dead mocking his life's work.
"When you die of a disease you're supposed to stay dead, you bunch of brain-monkeys!"
Frustrated, Lexx ripped out his guitarsaw and played a little riff. It was a sharp string of notes that was directed at the whole principle of the thing. He was a rock star! He shouldn't have to be fighting off legions of the undead, mindless mortal slaves, and monsters in the closet just because of some Dune-inspired Apocalypse.
Looking behind him, Lexx saw more of the tattered remains of what might have been a Wendy's. Just thinking about a triple cheeseburger made his stomach do flips, and he didn't feel like peeling more flesh from the bone of zombie corpses for sustenance.
"Aw man, this sucks!" The green haired demon exclaimed as he kicked a festering skull across the plume.
OOC Notes
[whoops double post]
OOC Notes
Azrath watched his men. Alright, granted, this was only 1/3 of the men given to him, but the rest died during his brutal training. Azrath went into his command buildings, a hotel nearby (5 star), and looked to a human he had captured. He proceeded to entertain himself with his torture for info he knew the human didn't have. But soon he grew bored of this. They were not entertaining as much as the people of hell, and less curses. Azrath sighed, leaving the human to his pain.
He then thought "Why is it the worm had to come TODAY, it was the dam holidays in hell, happy soul year (when they usually had the "Who could get the most souls contest, him being the champion for at least 100 years now. He had ordered some of his minions to begin constructing the more powerful weapons, like his Ruby Cannon (a giant staff like thing at its side (giant being 3x the size of a tank), and aimed it at the worm. "I wonder what the others are doing" he thought, getting bored with his army already. Things were much more entertaining in hell. He took great pleasure in his work, but he had even more pleasure out of work. None the less, killing and torturing was fun most of the time anywhere, and many people in hell, Satan including, agreed.
"You, where are the witches?" he ordered a soldier to tell him, then sayings "Why is it they always seem to be late". He looked at the mass of undead headed their way. "You..." he said, pointing to one of his men arming a Ruby cannon. "Fire..." he ordered, the troop soon shooting hundreads of Ruby blasts of magic at the enemy, causing re-death everywhere.
(And this is his good mood, just wait for when something pisses him off)
He then thought "Why is it the worm had to come TODAY, it was the dam holidays in hell, happy soul year (when they usually had the "Who could get the most souls contest, him being the champion for at least 100 years now. He had ordered some of his minions to begin constructing the more powerful weapons, like his Ruby Cannon (a giant staff like thing at its side (giant being 3x the size of a tank), and aimed it at the worm. "I wonder what the others are doing" he thought, getting bored with his army already. Things were much more entertaining in hell. He took great pleasure in his work, but he had even more pleasure out of work. None the less, killing and torturing was fun most of the time anywhere, and many people in hell, Satan including, agreed.
"You, where are the witches?" he ordered a soldier to tell him, then sayings "Why is it they always seem to be late". He looked at the mass of undead headed their way. "You..." he said, pointing to one of his men arming a Ruby cannon. "Fire..." he ordered, the troop soon shooting hundreads of Ruby blasts of magic at the enemy, causing re-death everywhere.
(And this is his good mood, just wait for when something pisses him off)
OOC Notes
Sage was in the western part of North America, making his way to the east. He heard rumors of rebels fighting against the invading aliens, the wyrm. He snuck up to a group of wyrm control humans, WCH as Sage calls them, and began to get angry. Without knowing, Sage changed into his Ly-can form, and attacked the group, He ripped flesh from bones, limbs from bodies, and heads from shoulders. Blood sprayed everyone, body parts were flung in all directions, and blood soaked Sage's fur. The WCH tried to fight back, but Sage was took quick for them. The bodies slowly began to die, and Sage stood over them and gave off an extremely loud howl, a howl that was loud enough to be heard for miles. Sage collapsed on the shore of a river, right next to a road, his clothes were rags, only enough was together to cover his waist area. Blood, cuts and bruises were all over his body. Sage was unconsious, with shallow and slow breathing. There were no life threatening injuries on his body at all.
OOC Notes
The war torn wastes of Manhattan were deadly silent, no sound but that of the wind whistling through the thousands of broken windows and compromised structures. The sky had turned a deep ruby red as Hell slowly began to shift onto the earth. Black clouds floated slowly across the blood red expanse lazily as if everything was right with the world.
Below in the wrecked city, the ground shuddered and trembled near the Pestilance Lord's feet. Off in the distance, a rumble would fill the air as a already weakened skyscraper would collapse, sending a plume of dust and debris hundreds of feet in the air. The rumbling would increase in intensity as whatever was causing them came closer and closer. The asphalt of the street would crack and shatter as the ground beneath it was forced up into a mound. Suddenly, a hellish monstrosity would breach from the ground like a serpent from the sea, soaring over the head of Lexx before landing on the other side, skidding to a stop, carving deep grooves in the ground with its great legs. The creature would shake itself , ridding itself of chunks of debris.
Just as the creature settled, a figure would drop from the creatures shoulder, landing on the ground lightly. Veronica sighed and leaned her head back, running her hands through her hair and shaking out bits of dirt and stone. Around her, a hollow cry would come up as nearby undead heard the racket and came rushing towards the source of the noice. Veronica looked down a side road, sighing as she saw a group of ten rushing towards her with hands outstretched and drooling maws agape. Veronica raised one of her stately hands, flicking her wrist in a casual manner. Immedeatly, a intricate pentagram would from in mid-air and spin rapidly. The zombies would all cry out at once as they found themselves suddenly bifurcated at the torso and again at the neck, falling to the ground in a large diluge of blood and fluids. Veronica could not sense any souls in this place, these creatures were nothing more then the rotting shells of humans, driven only by their insatiable hunger and blind rage. Veronica flicked one pebble from her finger and turned to face the Pestilence Lord, the deadbeat as many called him. She did not honestly care what the other three did, she had her job and that was all she needed. But, in this case she would need to work with them..she did not think that she could take thie wyrm alone, as much as she hated to admit it
"Lexx. she said as a way of greeting. She started over towards him, her hips moving to her own internal rythm. Two hundred years of seducing men kinda had the effect of making a girl work it without thinking about it. She was not so very vain, but all Succubi had to be a little. The scandalous cut of her outfit and her sinful figure did not help though. " What do we have so far ? she asked, crossing her arms and looking down at the reclining Horseman.
Below in the wrecked city, the ground shuddered and trembled near the Pestilance Lord's feet. Off in the distance, a rumble would fill the air as a already weakened skyscraper would collapse, sending a plume of dust and debris hundreds of feet in the air. The rumbling would increase in intensity as whatever was causing them came closer and closer. The asphalt of the street would crack and shatter as the ground beneath it was forced up into a mound. Suddenly, a hellish monstrosity would breach from the ground like a serpent from the sea, soaring over the head of Lexx before landing on the other side, skidding to a stop, carving deep grooves in the ground with its great legs. The creature would shake itself , ridding itself of chunks of debris.
Just as the creature settled, a figure would drop from the creatures shoulder, landing on the ground lightly. Veronica sighed and leaned her head back, running her hands through her hair and shaking out bits of dirt and stone. Around her, a hollow cry would come up as nearby undead heard the racket and came rushing towards the source of the noice. Veronica looked down a side road, sighing as she saw a group of ten rushing towards her with hands outstretched and drooling maws agape. Veronica raised one of her stately hands, flicking her wrist in a casual manner. Immedeatly, a intricate pentagram would from in mid-air and spin rapidly. The zombies would all cry out at once as they found themselves suddenly bifurcated at the torso and again at the neck, falling to the ground in a large diluge of blood and fluids. Veronica could not sense any souls in this place, these creatures were nothing more then the rotting shells of humans, driven only by their insatiable hunger and blind rage. Veronica flicked one pebble from her finger and turned to face the Pestilence Lord, the deadbeat as many called him. She did not honestly care what the other three did, she had her job and that was all she needed. But, in this case she would need to work with them..she did not think that she could take thie wyrm alone, as much as she hated to admit it
"Lexx. she said as a way of greeting. She started over towards him, her hips moving to her own internal rythm. Two hundred years of seducing men kinda had the effect of making a girl work it without thinking about it. She was not so very vain, but all Succubi had to be a little. The scandalous cut of her outfit and her sinful figure did not help though. " What do we have so far ? she asked, crossing her arms and looking down at the reclining Horseman.
OOC Notes
Azrath looked very bleak right now. Well, he was giving off a bleak aura. The Ruby sentries holding off the zombies, and his ruby cannons were almost done, but Lexx and Veronica, or the witches, were not here yet. This had begun to...annoy him slightly. He took out his phone. "Lexx, Veronica, where are you. Don't leave me alone with this hellspawn army. I am setting up everything here and i will mention this if you don't come." Azrath rante over the phone, ether to them or on a message on their phones. His hourse walked over some grass, and the entire yard burst into flames. "Great...." he said, making all the fire go away. His minnions, while they were Elite, also bored him now. He really just wanted to take someones soul right now. Then he remembered the human, went there, took his soul, and left. "Alright, there" he said, with a bit more patience.
OOC Notes
Lexx was siting on the curb of what was once a street, he guessed, when Death had reared her ugly head.
He had found some marijuana stashed away in the abandoned wendy's, to his disbelief, while searching out a starving appetite for cheeseburgers. Needless to say, the weed was better than the junk.
Drawing several soothing drags, he barely batted an eye when hell opened up before him, and the specter woman jumped down from her wicked beast. It was however when she so drolly acknowledged him that the green-haired demon was forced to face her.
"Well if it isn't the black bitch, herself." He spoke without turning. "All business as ever––cut my throat out why don't you."
Taking another long drag he distinctly heard his Hellphone ringing within the spiked saddlebags of his demonic chopper. He knew it was War, most likely being the same rage-filled tight ass he always was, and made the effort not to laugh as he ignored the call. He probably should have answered it, but frankly Lexx thought that guy was a dick, and decided to smoke his bowl instead.
Reminding himself of the vexing vixen next to him, he turned and smiled a toothy grin to his femme fetal.
"You're looking as fuckable as ever, my dismal depressing dominatrix." He spoke with sex-laced words. "I'd offer some weed, damsel of my dreams, but it's just one of the thousand addictions that comes with the job." He laughed.
He had found some marijuana stashed away in the abandoned wendy's, to his disbelief, while searching out a starving appetite for cheeseburgers. Needless to say, the weed was better than the junk.
Drawing several soothing drags, he barely batted an eye when hell opened up before him, and the specter woman jumped down from her wicked beast. It was however when she so drolly acknowledged him that the green-haired demon was forced to face her.
"Well if it isn't the black bitch, herself." He spoke without turning. "All business as ever––cut my throat out why don't you."
Taking another long drag he distinctly heard his Hellphone ringing within the spiked saddlebags of his demonic chopper. He knew it was War, most likely being the same rage-filled tight ass he always was, and made the effort not to laugh as he ignored the call. He probably should have answered it, but frankly Lexx thought that guy was a dick, and decided to smoke his bowl instead.
Reminding himself of the vexing vixen next to him, he turned and smiled a toothy grin to his femme fetal.
"You're looking as fuckable as ever, my dismal depressing dominatrix." He spoke with sex-laced words. "I'd offer some weed, damsel of my dreams, but it's just one of the thousand addictions that comes with the job." He laughed.
OOC Notes
Veronica arched a brow and sighed through her nose a bit "Uh huh." was her eloquent reply. She answered her phone and did not even listen to the message before composing her own for the WarLord to listen to " We've already arrived, so either come to us or keep doing what you want and we will call you if we need you. she said, closing her phone and stowing it away..wherever she kept it.
Veronica would run her eyes over the green imp of a Horseman before turning and looking around to see if she could determine anything from this vantage point " To share weed with the Pestulent Pest..not the best idea, don't you think." she said " Forgive me, but there is something inherintely unattractive about someone that can give you AIDS, HIV and herpes without even touching you. " she said, still looking around " So, if you would not mind picking yourself up off the ground and helping me out a bit here, maybe we can get this over with and go back home before I die of old age ? she asked, glaring at him a bit.
She did not see any fresh signs of the wyrm, nor did she sense any harvestable souls in the area..just rot and decay..no wonder Lexx was in no hurry to go, he had a thing for Rot and Decay.
Veronica would run her eyes over the green imp of a Horseman before turning and looking around to see if she could determine anything from this vantage point " To share weed with the Pestulent Pest..not the best idea, don't you think." she said " Forgive me, but there is something inherintely unattractive about someone that can give you AIDS, HIV and herpes without even touching you. " she said, still looking around " So, if you would not mind picking yourself up off the ground and helping me out a bit here, maybe we can get this over with and go back home before I die of old age ? she asked, glaring at him a bit.
She did not see any fresh signs of the wyrm, nor did she sense any harvestable souls in the area..just rot and decay..no wonder Lexx was in no hurry to go, he had a thing for Rot and Decay.
OOC Notes
War was a little annoyed. He texted back "YOU WERE SUPOST TO MEET HER! With the dam armies" Azrath was not a (total, he is from hell, he has to be somewhat of a jack ass) Jackass. He then texted back also "And tell Lexx that if she keeps ignoring me.... (insert various threats here i am not at liberty to type online). Azrath face palmed. Why was it he seemed to be the only one who could do his job? He would have to remember to tell Satan later....
Azrath then also texted "And your missing out on all the souls" he said, extracting a soul from a human while typing this and sending the message. He then decapitated 5 zombies with one swing. "I miss the headless horseman, at least he did his job" Azrath sighed....
(oh dam, he IS pissed)
Azrath then also texted "And your missing out on all the souls" he said, extracting a soul from a human while typing this and sending the message. He then decapitated 5 zombies with one swing. "I miss the headless horseman, at least he did his job" Azrath sighed....
(oh dam, he IS pissed)
OOC Notes
Lexx just stared back at Veronica, the Death bitch. She did not just go there...
"N-No! You're wrong, I don't cause STDs...often." Lexx mumbled between his weed.
Sure he was a walking infestation of disease, but it's not like he couldn't function without infecting others. Sure that 50 cent whore had ended up with small pocks up her vag, and yeah Cortney Love revolutionized prostate cancer, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep sex safe. After all, what were condoms for?
Lexx was just about to say as much, but one look at Veronica's hideously beautiful face and the demonic rock star decided against it and instead stood and scratched his ass.
"Yeah well last time I checked you demonic sluts were supposed to be into that stuff."
Flicking out his weed roll, he gave her a sly smile. "Come on babe, tell me why you always ignore me. I'm a rock star, come on I ride a flaming chopper! Chicks are supposed to be into that!"
"N-No! You're wrong, I don't cause STDs...often." Lexx mumbled between his weed.
Sure he was a walking infestation of disease, but it's not like he couldn't function without infecting others. Sure that 50 cent whore had ended up with small pocks up her vag, and yeah Cortney Love revolutionized prostate cancer, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep sex safe. After all, what were condoms for?
Lexx was just about to say as much, but one look at Veronica's hideously beautiful face and the demonic rock star decided against it and instead stood and scratched his ass.
"Yeah well last time I checked you demonic sluts were supposed to be into that stuff."
Flicking out his weed roll, he gave her a sly smile. "Come on babe, tell me why you always ignore me. I'm a rock star, come on I ride a flaming chopper! Chicks are supposed to be into that!"
OOC Notes
Veronica closed her eyes and bared her teeth, clenching her fist at Lexx's last remark. A growl rose in her throat at the thought. Why, oh why did she ignore him he asked..WHY ?! " Maybe you should check harder. I drop you a hint. You're Wrong!!" she snapped, whirling around on the little green imp " What kind of shit reasoning is that..why would I want one of your diseases..Why!?" she hollered, waving her hands. She sighed and nipped her bottom lip, calming herself down " I ignore you because I can't kill you. I am only interested in men not with little green Jonas Brother wannabes that barely reach up to my waist." she said. She hugged herself under her chest, adding a bit more lift and setting her hips to one side, turning away from him a bit
" Maybe when you decide to man up and grow some balls then I might take you more seriously. Otherwise, your a hoplessly little kid that only knows how to make people sick whether he means to or not. she said. Her phone buzzed as she received a message. That was the last straw. She knew who it was and why the message was sent in. She reached in her outfit and pulled out her phone , texting like a tween on speed.
"OMG!!1! 1 DONT CAR3 JUST G3T OVR HERE NAO!!11 NOOB!!!1!
She sent the message and slipped her phone back in her blouse. Surely Lexx had had time to think up another adolescent remark while she replied to Azraths message. She sighed and turned around "Lexx. she said, it was a rare moment when she addressed him by his name " Listen, I really want to get this done and go home. Tell you what, if you manage to kill the wyrm and end this war then you can have me for one night. But, you have to be the one to kill it, okay ?' she said in a much lighter tone. She hated being topside as Death, if she had to whore herself out in order to get some help ending this war then she would do it, elsewise she did not think that this would end anytime within the next two thousand years.
" Maybe when you decide to man up and grow some balls then I might take you more seriously. Otherwise, your a hoplessly little kid that only knows how to make people sick whether he means to or not. she said. Her phone buzzed as she received a message. That was the last straw. She knew who it was and why the message was sent in. She reached in her outfit and pulled out her phone , texting like a tween on speed.
"OMG!!1! 1 DONT CAR3 JUST G3T OVR HERE NAO!!11 NOOB!!!1!
She sent the message and slipped her phone back in her blouse. Surely Lexx had had time to think up another adolescent remark while she replied to Azraths message. She sighed and turned around "Lexx. she said, it was a rare moment when she addressed him by his name " Listen, I really want to get this done and go home. Tell you what, if you manage to kill the wyrm and end this war then you can have me for one night. But, you have to be the one to kill it, okay ?' she said in a much lighter tone. She hated being topside as Death, if she had to whore herself out in order to get some help ending this war then she would do it, elsewise she did not think that this would end anytime within the next two thousand years.
OOC Notes
Azrath did not quite know how to react to that. He decided to type this. "Your supost to meet HERE, and i have some souls over here ^.^". He then began to sat and wait. Ok, now he was certified pissed off. He then typed to Lexx "Did you find weed again? Because You know, Manhattan probably has a ton of it, but not much left if you don't come and help!".
Then he decided to go ahead and start destroying stuff to calm him down...
(Azrath is NOT a guy you want to have majorly pissed at you)(just a warning)
Then he decided to go ahead and start destroying stuff to calm him down...
(Azrath is NOT a guy you want to have majorly pissed at you)(just a warning)
OOC Notes
Sage slowly came about, he heard some talking about having someone for a night. He wasn't sure what it meant, all he did was reached into his bag and changed his clothes. He sat quietly after changing, not wanting anyone to know he was there, but he was sure someone already knew he was around. Sage looked in the water seeing some blood on his face, that he washed off. ~WHAT the hell happened?~ Sage thought to himself, not sure what had happened.
OOC Notes
Believe it or not, but Lexx let Verionca finish her stream of insults. Normally he'd have shut her up with tonsillitis long before she could finish, but Lexx had to admit he had a fond fetish for the Death Demoness. Plus he'd rather stair at her barely concealed breasts than listen to her lectures.
When she'd finally finished, and Lexx had calmed himself down after that 'Jonas Brothers' comment, the horseman of oozing puss covered conviction stood up and dished it back at her.
"Babe, you sure have balls to open your trap." He pointed one gloved finger at the veracious vixen. "Next time I'll give ya poison ivy where the sun don' shine!"
Stomping his foot like I kid he continued, "You're no better than that dick Azrath, or that super douche Mat! I hate those pussy punks, and you know what? I hate you!"
He stomped his feat and flailed his arms like the child he resembled. "Because you won't go out with me! I'm a freakn' Horseman of the Apocalypse and I can't get no booty!"
As Lexx's tantrum continued, his face slowly started to melt and scab over, while puss dripped from infected wounds, and black rot-like disease spread down his body and pooled between his legs. The disgusting afflictions he was known for were reemerging with his temper, like it always did when he made a nauseating ass of himself.
Realizing Lexx was losing himself he tried to cover up some of the bubbling tumors, but to no avail as a sudden sneeze that the little green imp couldn't catch in time resulted in noxious acidic slime covering the Horseman of Death...
When she'd finally finished, and Lexx had calmed himself down after that 'Jonas Brothers' comment, the horseman of oozing puss covered conviction stood up and dished it back at her.
"Babe, you sure have balls to open your trap." He pointed one gloved finger at the veracious vixen. "Next time I'll give ya poison ivy where the sun don' shine!"
Stomping his foot like I kid he continued, "You're no better than that dick Azrath, or that super douche Mat! I hate those pussy punks, and you know what? I hate you!"
He stomped his feat and flailed his arms like the child he resembled. "Because you won't go out with me! I'm a freakn' Horseman of the Apocalypse and I can't get no booty!"
As Lexx's tantrum continued, his face slowly started to melt and scab over, while puss dripped from infected wounds, and black rot-like disease spread down his body and pooled between his legs. The disgusting afflictions he was known for were reemerging with his temper, like it always did when he made a nauseating ass of himself.
Realizing Lexx was losing himself he tried to cover up some of the bubbling tumors, but to no avail as a sudden sneeze that the little green imp couldn't catch in time resulted in noxious acidic slime covering the Horseman of Death...
OOC Notes
((I hope you don't mind me going ahead and making my intro post... I'm eager to get started!))
Matzul sat on a jagged stone ledge over looking a writhing pit of such immense proportion that he could not see to its other side from this vantage point, hanging his bony legs over the edge with a hunched back. The pit itself contained innumerable glutenous sinners all trying to claw their way out to no avail as demons and unspeakable creatures tormented them. Unfortunately he was one of those charged with the task, hunched over as he dangled a juicy looking chicken leg over a veritable tower of hungry souls wrestling each other in a futile attempt to reach him. The skeletal man did not seem to be enjoying his work as much as the other torturous servants of Satan in the 3rd circle of Hell and from his gaunt, downcast face one could think he was having a less pleasant time than the ones he was punishing. This was partially due to a large number of those in the mound of human souls being of incredible mass, Mat always having harboured a fear for fat people. But this phobia was somewhat subdued by the fact the the fattest of them were stuck at the bottom with generally only the fitter of the souls able to reach the top with their hands grasping desperately at the still empty air above them. This was only part of his issue with the whole situation however as the fact was he had a strong dislike for causing people suffering, even if they were amazingly obese. In his deathly pale hands the chicken leg began to turn rotten and then crumbled into itself, falling onto the faces of those suffering below as little more than ash. He gave them an apologetic look as the mound collapsed back into the pit and begrudgingly pulled himself up, picking up his rusted spear with a deep sigh and then taking a minute to enjoy the lack of Lexx's nerve-racking music.
Sighing again Mat finally decided to adhere to Satan's orders, closing his white eyes and using a trick he had not done in quite some time. Concentrating his body slowly became ash that floated upon some hellish wind through the layers of Hell and rose from the soil of Earth. This grey ash blew towards a squabbling pair of unusual characters on a chilly wind but stopped short and began to swirl around itself at an increasing pace until Matzul coalesced once more soundlessly. He heard the familiar whining tone of Lexx and smirked, walking up to Veronica and the Horseman of Pestilence, "Because you won't go out with me! I'm a freakn' Horseman of the Apocalypse and I can't get no booty!" "Ah, Lexx! I see you still have not lost your grand charm and pleasing nature in this new landscape..." Matzul almost sang in his lyrical and somewhat heavy Irish accent, sarcasm plain for all to hear, "And Veronica I see you have still maintained your impeccable modesty and tact. Top of the mornin' to ya both!" The Horseman of Famine greeted them with a grin on his handsome, albeit bony, face that would have appeared charming and friendly were it not for the set of fearsome, needle-like teeth that it revealed.
With an amused chuckle he continued, leaning on his spear, "Laddie, I think I might know the heart of your romancing troubles... It comes down to three key things: First, though you may look like a leprechaun you don't have a paddy's tongue, I'm sad to say. Second, you are a walking STD. And last, but not least, you are yet to hit puberty which frankly makes the physics of you actually 'taking' a woman mind-boggling... Not to mention the fact that you are even less personable than me at a buffet!" He added ducking with surprizing speed to avoid a putrid projectile let loose by Lexx in a sneeze of epic proportions, frowning slightly when it instead hit The Horsewoman of Death but this soon gave way to wry smile, "Well, lass, at least we know that is probably not the worst fluid you've been covered in by a young lad in your line of work..." He turned to Lexx and observed his horrid, infectious flesh with the expression usually elicited in their encounters: Disgust. "Dear noodily lord, boyo! Did you lose your Clearasil again?" He asked, ready to avoid whatever blow would be coming his way from either hell-born monstrosity and knowing that it was not very wise to insult them. But of course he also knew it was impossible to stop himself from saying these things.
Matzul sat on a jagged stone ledge over looking a writhing pit of such immense proportion that he could not see to its other side from this vantage point, hanging his bony legs over the edge with a hunched back. The pit itself contained innumerable glutenous sinners all trying to claw their way out to no avail as demons and unspeakable creatures tormented them. Unfortunately he was one of those charged with the task, hunched over as he dangled a juicy looking chicken leg over a veritable tower of hungry souls wrestling each other in a futile attempt to reach him. The skeletal man did not seem to be enjoying his work as much as the other torturous servants of Satan in the 3rd circle of Hell and from his gaunt, downcast face one could think he was having a less pleasant time than the ones he was punishing. This was partially due to a large number of those in the mound of human souls being of incredible mass, Mat always having harboured a fear for fat people. But this phobia was somewhat subdued by the fact the the fattest of them were stuck at the bottom with generally only the fitter of the souls able to reach the top with their hands grasping desperately at the still empty air above them. This was only part of his issue with the whole situation however as the fact was he had a strong dislike for causing people suffering, even if they were amazingly obese. In his deathly pale hands the chicken leg began to turn rotten and then crumbled into itself, falling onto the faces of those suffering below as little more than ash. He gave them an apologetic look as the mound collapsed back into the pit and begrudgingly pulled himself up, picking up his rusted spear with a deep sigh and then taking a minute to enjoy the lack of Lexx's nerve-racking music.
Sighing again Mat finally decided to adhere to Satan's orders, closing his white eyes and using a trick he had not done in quite some time. Concentrating his body slowly became ash that floated upon some hellish wind through the layers of Hell and rose from the soil of Earth. This grey ash blew towards a squabbling pair of unusual characters on a chilly wind but stopped short and began to swirl around itself at an increasing pace until Matzul coalesced once more soundlessly. He heard the familiar whining tone of Lexx and smirked, walking up to Veronica and the Horseman of Pestilence, "Because you won't go out with me! I'm a freakn' Horseman of the Apocalypse and I can't get no booty!" "Ah, Lexx! I see you still have not lost your grand charm and pleasing nature in this new landscape..." Matzul almost sang in his lyrical and somewhat heavy Irish accent, sarcasm plain for all to hear, "And Veronica I see you have still maintained your impeccable modesty and tact. Top of the mornin' to ya both!" The Horseman of Famine greeted them with a grin on his handsome, albeit bony, face that would have appeared charming and friendly were it not for the set of fearsome, needle-like teeth that it revealed.
With an amused chuckle he continued, leaning on his spear, "Laddie, I think I might know the heart of your romancing troubles... It comes down to three key things: First, though you may look like a leprechaun you don't have a paddy's tongue, I'm sad to say. Second, you are a walking STD. And last, but not least, you are yet to hit puberty which frankly makes the physics of you actually 'taking' a woman mind-boggling... Not to mention the fact that you are even less personable than me at a buffet!" He added ducking with surprizing speed to avoid a putrid projectile let loose by Lexx in a sneeze of epic proportions, frowning slightly when it instead hit The Horsewoman of Death but this soon gave way to wry smile, "Well, lass, at least we know that is probably not the worst fluid you've been covered in by a young lad in your line of work..." He turned to Lexx and observed his horrid, infectious flesh with the expression usually elicited in their encounters: Disgust. "Dear noodily lord, boyo! Did you lose your Clearasil again?" He asked, ready to avoid whatever blow would be coming his way from either hell-born monstrosity and knowing that it was not very wise to insult them. But of course he also knew it was impossible to stop himself from saying these things.
OOC Notes
(Good Job Lexx, you did something very bad...)
In almost instantly after Lexx said "You're no better than that dick Azrath, or that super douche Mat! I hate those pussy punks, and you know what? I hate you!", Azrath's horse, with him riding it, practically appeared on top of Lexx and stood on him. He looked at them both "You owe me big time" Azrath said, then looking down. "Scratch that, you owe me 2 big times, one for coming here, TO THE WRONG SPOT, and the other for accidentally trampling Lexx" Azrath told her. Although he hesitated on the Accidental part, but that can be explained another time.
But if him and Varonica had one thing in common, they both found Lexx unbelievably annoying. At least know he remembered why he could understand her slight anger.
"What are you really suppost to be doing anyways" he told them. He looked back down at Lexx. "Right.....il remember to get off him...eventually...." he said. His horse however was in no mood for standing on something he considers garbage, and moved off him. "Well...i guess i should have seen that coming" he noted. He then looked at Mat. "How the hell did you get this job?"
In almost instantly after Lexx said "You're no better than that dick Azrath, or that super douche Mat! I hate those pussy punks, and you know what? I hate you!", Azrath's horse, with him riding it, practically appeared on top of Lexx and stood on him. He looked at them both "You owe me big time" Azrath said, then looking down. "Scratch that, you owe me 2 big times, one for coming here, TO THE WRONG SPOT, and the other for accidentally trampling Lexx" Azrath told her. Although he hesitated on the Accidental part, but that can be explained another time.
But if him and Varonica had one thing in common, they both found Lexx unbelievably annoying. At least know he remembered why he could understand her slight anger.
"What are you really suppost to be doing anyways" he told them. He looked back down at Lexx. "Right.....il remember to get off him...eventually...." he said. His horse however was in no mood for standing on something he considers garbage, and moved off him. "Well...i guess i should have seen that coming" he noted. He then looked at Mat. "How the hell did you get this job?"
OOC Notes
Matzul was thoroughly enjoying watching Lexx being trampled by Azrath's steed, it made up somewhat for all the dreadful centuries spent listening to the annoying little demon and his 'Guitarsaw'. The Horseman of War was never one for subtlety to say the least but he certainly got the job done and then some. "Azrath! I was just thinking this scene was getting a tad dreary... Who would have thought I'd be glad to see you?" He greeted the monster of a 'man', standing up a little straighter and grinning as his thin fingers tapped the shaft of his spear rhythmically. However when Azrath looked over his skeletal frame and asked how he came to become one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse he put on an expression of mock shock, "I'm sleeping with the big S's daughter of course, boyo! Of course there was also the matter of that snorkel and all those clovers, too..." The Horseman of Famine joked with a needle-tooth smile emerging, about to elaborate and go off on one of his famous, fantastical tangents but thought better of it considering the mood his companions were in. "Now then, speaking of unnecessary violence; Hawareya, Azzy? Have the fires and brimstone of hell been treating you fair? It's hard to tell through that grand tin can you have got all kitted up in, lad... Who knows, it may be doing us all a blessing considering what might be under it!" Mat asked conversationally, cracking his knuckles rather loudly and preparing to run for his life, "Shall we get this train wreak moving then, lads? I'd like to get our failure over and done with so I can go back to my mouth organ before that over grown earth worm finishes Hell off along with us..." He stated, getting back to his usual gloomy self and already dreading the possible horrors that awaited them, feeling very sure that he was going to cause this endeavors inevitable failure.
OOC Notes
Lexx really wished that he could say it had been the first time he'd been trampled by War. Unfortunately it happened a lot, and like each of their encounters it ended with Lexx clobbering the helmeted has-been to death with a loaded guitar-chainsaw. Or at least close enough to death as you could get with an underworld overlord.
Lexx mumbled a few curses as he picked himself up off the ground, and quicker than you could say 'Hot damn!' Lexx had the Guitarsaw drawn and violently beating Azrath over the head with it.
"You. Fucking. Over. Rated. Under. Payed. Excuse. For. A. Demon." He exclaimed with every attack. "Don't. Make. Me. Drive. The. Mega. Over. Your. Sorry. Ass. Like. Road. Kill. On. Highway. 666!"
After he had successfully bled out his anger, Lexx jumped back a few feet from the group. He was about to trash talk Mat for his implied insults, but a sudden need to vomit had Lexx hunched over and emptying the contents of centuries of glutenous gestation. However since he was the Horseman of the gross and nasty, his extremities were as well. The concoction of fluid smelled like the third circle stomach of the damned, and ate away at the pavement like acid eroding iron.
He burped up a bit more blackened fluid before wiping his sniffling face free of green slime, and tried pulling his natural form back together. However he was still drooling ooze and draining mucus from his nose.
"Oh man, I think I see a lung in there," he said as he stared down at his vomit. "And some....corn."
Lexx mumbled a few curses as he picked himself up off the ground, and quicker than you could say 'Hot damn!' Lexx had the Guitarsaw drawn and violently beating Azrath over the head with it.
"You. Fucking. Over. Rated. Under. Payed. Excuse. For. A. Demon." He exclaimed with every attack. "Don't. Make. Me. Drive. The. Mega. Over. Your. Sorry. Ass. Like. Road. Kill. On. Highway. 666!"
After he had successfully bled out his anger, Lexx jumped back a few feet from the group. He was about to trash talk Mat for his implied insults, but a sudden need to vomit had Lexx hunched over and emptying the contents of centuries of glutenous gestation. However since he was the Horseman of the gross and nasty, his extremities were as well. The concoction of fluid smelled like the third circle stomach of the damned, and ate away at the pavement like acid eroding iron.
He burped up a bit more blackened fluid before wiping his sniffling face free of green slime, and tried pulling his natural form back together. However he was still drooling ooze and draining mucus from his nose.
"Oh man, I think I see a lung in there," he said as he stared down at his vomit. "And some....corn."
OOC Notes
Azrath sighed as Lexx took out his anger. Eventually, Azrath would get his revenge, like when he made Lexx's food turn him a bright pink like last time. But instead, he simply hit Lexx in the back of the head with his staff and said "Well, now that that is.....Lexx, is that your lung? Or did you become a canabalist again?". He stared at the thing. Lexx, its no wonder you were turned down for being Barney's assistant" he joked. Azrath let out a evil smile, and then jumping high...and granted through the floor.....before Lexx could even get a chance to respond.
"And that is why they call you Lexx, the slimy one. it also why they call me Bringer of Pain, but il get to that later." his gaze then went back to Varonica "Exactly how do you put up with the shorty slime ball?" he asked her. He was ready to dodge anything Lexx might throw at him right now.
(ooh, i think i pissed off Lexx XD )
"And that is why they call you Lexx, the slimy one. it also why they call me Bringer of Pain, but il get to that later." his gaze then went back to Varonica "Exactly how do you put up with the shorty slime ball?" he asked her. He was ready to dodge anything Lexx might throw at him right now.
(ooh, i think i pissed off Lexx XD )
OOC Notes
"Well, you may have been turned down as Barney's assistant but with fluid speech like that you could make one hell of a Kirk!" Matzul pointed out with a playful smile, referring to the way he threatened Azrath whilst beating him. "And the term is 'Cannibal', Azzy..." The Horseman of Famine pointed out with a smart ass grin and couldn't help but laugh as Lexx tried in vain to harm Azzy, doing so in such a hearty manner it looked like the laughter could rip his frail body apart. This was cut short, however, as a stream of acidic... Something was disgorged onto the ground from every inch of Lexx's already repulsive body, it smelt worse than the Third Circle of Hell and looked twice as bad but was apparently to increase in its disgusting nature. Even the concrete found this sickening mixture too much and began to melt away, corroding under the influence of his bile. Mat did not look surprized, only more repulsed than usual as the foul liquid began to head his way with alarming speed. He promptly performed a feat of acrobatics one might think impossible for someone so feeble, using his spear to pole-volt himself several metres away from the concoction and balanced himself upon it so that his feet did not touch the already sickly ground, "Oh, for the love of Piccadilly.... I told you not to look at yourself in the mirror so often or this might happen, boyo! You vain and foolish leprechaun..." He sighed, his tone amused as he carefully lowered himself to to ground, Mat's bony legs seeming barely strong enough to support his weight as he stumbled slightly, "Now if we are done with the pleasantries, lads, perhaps we should get down to the business of how in the nine hells we are going to take down old wormy up there, hmm?" He suggested, a thin finger pointing upwards towards the alien worm, "We should at least appear to try before failing or else Big S will get unbearable... Well, more unbearable than previously in any case to be sure!"
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Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
Ok for anyone whos interested here's the new room. roleplay/hell-under-crisis-reboot/
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Ah I see, well I guess ill start one up then. Hope you had fun on your travels.
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I'd be interested in starting a new one! Sorry for not replying earlier; I've been traveling overseas.
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I would! Sorry about not joining in but I just had a fair few rp's going at the time and you guys were already well and truly underway.
It was great to read though, I'd definitely be interested in joining a re-make.
It was great to read though, I'd definitely be interested in joining a re-make.
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
Seeing as this place seems dead, would anyone be interested in trying to start this thing over again. Id be willing to set up a new forum that way no one would have to post in ooc. And sense it doesn't look like our lost horsemen will be coming back we can replace them.
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
Where are you Character, you finally have something to respond to lol!
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I shall. See you on the IC =]
I'll wait till it seems appropriate for me to enter.
I'll wait till it seems appropriate for me to enter.
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
I'd say you can start posting whenever you feel the inclination, Mindless. Though Death hasn't done anything for a while so I'd keep that in mind.
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
yep looks good to me, I'd be interested to see how she and Death get along.
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
It looks pretty damn good to me... Heh, strangely enough [spoiler]Matzul is partially, sort-of formerly human too... Well, 2 parts human but who's counting? Confused? Good. Now you'll have to ask Mat about it if you're curious...[/spoiler]
Anyways, I vote Bel is in. How about you guys?
Anyways, I vote Bel is in. How about you guys?
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
Ooh, it's alright, I've just thought of something else that will be fun...
[The Physical]
Name: Bel (previously Bella Iris Sunder.)
Age: 18, perpetually.
Sex or What can be determined: Female.
Species: Once human, now only a small portion of her human self remains, mostly overtaken by her new demon self.
Appearance:
Retaining her human appearance, Bel looks like any human girl, save the paleness of her skin and the darkness in her eyes. Her hair is long and red, falling in soft curls almost all the way down her back. She is thin, probably too much so for a human to be, since she stopped eating once she started residing in hell, she didn't need to.
Height: 5'8
Weight: (This is in kilograms since that's what we measure by in Australia and I dunno how to convert it) 47 kg's
Eye color: Once green, now mostly black.
Skin color: Pale caucasian.
Build: Too slender.
Other physical traits: When Bel is angered her inner demon shows itself, transforming her pretty face into a mask of evil and ugliness. Her teeth grow and sharpen until they extend out of her mouth and over her chin, slicing up the lips that contain them so they are simply surrounded by bloody flesh, and her hair explodes into a mess of burning flames. When she returns to her normal appearance, the physical damage to her face is still there, and takes some time to heal.
[The Personality]
Attitude towards others: To all outward appearances, Bel is nothing but a haughty, self-obsessed (for lack of a better word) bitch. Inside, her coldness and rudeness comes from the lack of a soul, which is what determines the proper way to treat people, and oneself.
Habits/Tendencies: Bel is quick to anger, flying into a rage over small things, but can contain herself in situations where it is needed... for a while.
Strengths: She is capable of anything, since she lacks a conscience.
Weaknesses: At the same time, her lackof caring or consideration prevents her from making allies, so in many dire situations, Bel has stood alone.
Fears: That she will remain soulless forever. This is an adequate fear since it is probaby truth, so she doesn't let herself think about it too much. Other than that, she couldn't really get herself in a worse situation than she already has, could she?
Favorite pastime: Though she would never admit it, Bel actually enjoys nothing more than a nice cup of coffee and a moments peace -unfortuantely this is a very rare thing in hell, and she hasn't enjoyed it in some time.
Religious Beliefs: Once she was Wiccan, but now she has no choice but to believe in the almighty lord Satan, since his existance has been proved without a doubt, and heaven hasn't helped her out at all, have they.
[The In between]
Bio: Once, as I said above, Bel was your everyday, mundane, if a little wild, human teenager, living in Sydney, Australia. She had the usual horrible relationship with her parents, a tiring love life, as Bel considers herself pansexual, here meaning she isn't attracted to people for their gender, race or religion, simply based on their personality, and some people found that difficult to fathom. Guys were annoyed that she wasn't straight, girls wanted her to be gay or go away, theres' no in-between, apparently.
Tiring of the world and feeling incapable of changing it, she left her parents home and went to strike out on her own, but found this difficult, as the world can be an ugly place. The first time she heard from her parents was when they phoned to tell her her beloved younger sister, the only one of her family she really cherished, was dead, gang-raped by a group of men then stabbed and left to bleed out in the street. Incenced and desperate for revenge, she returned to Sydney for the trial, but only one of the men had been found, and he wasn't talking and was eventually aquitted, not enough evidence to prosecute. After months of searching that lead nowhere, Bel uncovered a book, in a strange occult bookstore she'd happened to stroll into one day. It spoke of dealing with the devil, and the power one could gain from doing so.
Feeling a little stupid, she decided to try it. Nothing else had worked, had it?
She called Satan to her in a complex ritual involving the sacrifice of a dove, among other things, and to her utmost amazement, he came, wearing an alluring smile and telling her of almighty powers.
He granted her the power to find and destroy the men, using the scrying of fire and control over flame as her weapons. All she had to give himwas one small thing - her soul, and she could even kill the men first.
She agreed, and he was gone.
To her amazement, she now had the ability to look into flames, concentrate on what she wanted to find and there it was! SHe could also control fire, though she couldn't coax it from nowhere at this stage.(this ability came to her after her transformation.)
She hunted down the men, one by one, and killed them all, giving little thought to her own side of the bargain, swept up in her newfound power.
But as the last man fell to the ground before her, his body black and blistered, she felt a twisting in her chest, and she fell too, but she didn't stop at the floor.
Down, down she fell, through earth and rock, to the earths' very centre. Lying on the floor, she heaved herself to her knees, and there before her sat the lord of the underworld. "Now it is your turn to uphold your side of the bargain," he told her, the same twisted smile on his face as he reached out his hand and plucked her soul from her body. She felt the change in herself, a coldness settling somewhere in her core, and her body seemed to gain some strength as it lost it's mortality.
"Wh... what happens now?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"You can return to earth, where you will die," her new Lord replied, "Or you can stay here, keep your power, and serve me."
She chose the latter, afraid of death now that she had seen what awaited her afterward, and heard the screams echoing through hell.
And so she remains.
Birthplace: Sydney, Austrlalia.
Previous existence prior to worm drop:Bel's duties in hell were mostly of the torturing persuasion, punishing sinners with her fire, though being burned alive would be infinitely worse to someone who couldn't die.
Satan finds' it amusing, she supposes, that she often 'happens' to be assigned to people she once knew, who all recognise her somehow, and cry out for her help until they realise she is what they need to be saved from.
Allegiance: She has always admired the Horseman of Death, or horsewoman, she supposes, so being assigned to serve her wasn't so bad, considering it could have been Lexx. The smell of vomit is so hard to wash out.
Occupation: Satan has promised her that if she can rid the earth of this worm and return to hell alive, he wil return a piece of her soul. He hasn't specified which piece, but somethings better than nothing, right?
[The Heavy Metal]
Weapons: Bel prefers to fight with her flame, since she now has the ability to conjure it from nowhere. However, she also has a cursed bow, with self-igniting arrows.
Attire: She has worn the same thing for the last satan-knows how many years, the same thing she was wearing the night of the last kill, when she was pulled down to hell. All black, her shirt corset tied at the front with netted sleeves that hook onto her fingers, and black, skintight pants, both fireproof, of course. Her feet are bare.
Items: None.
Howsat?
[The Physical]
Name: Bel (previously Bella Iris Sunder.)
Age: 18, perpetually.
Sex or What can be determined: Female.
Species: Once human, now only a small portion of her human self remains, mostly overtaken by her new demon self.
Appearance:
Retaining her human appearance, Bel looks like any human girl, save the paleness of her skin and the darkness in her eyes. Her hair is long and red, falling in soft curls almost all the way down her back. She is thin, probably too much so for a human to be, since she stopped eating once she started residing in hell, she didn't need to.
Height: 5'8
Weight: (This is in kilograms since that's what we measure by in Australia and I dunno how to convert it) 47 kg's
Eye color: Once green, now mostly black.
Skin color: Pale caucasian.
Build: Too slender.
Other physical traits: When Bel is angered her inner demon shows itself, transforming her pretty face into a mask of evil and ugliness. Her teeth grow and sharpen until they extend out of her mouth and over her chin, slicing up the lips that contain them so they are simply surrounded by bloody flesh, and her hair explodes into a mess of burning flames. When she returns to her normal appearance, the physical damage to her face is still there, and takes some time to heal.
[The Personality]
Attitude towards others: To all outward appearances, Bel is nothing but a haughty, self-obsessed (for lack of a better word) bitch. Inside, her coldness and rudeness comes from the lack of a soul, which is what determines the proper way to treat people, and oneself.
Habits/Tendencies: Bel is quick to anger, flying into a rage over small things, but can contain herself in situations where it is needed... for a while.
Strengths: She is capable of anything, since she lacks a conscience.
Weaknesses: At the same time, her lackof caring or consideration prevents her from making allies, so in many dire situations, Bel has stood alone.
Fears: That she will remain soulless forever. This is an adequate fear since it is probaby truth, so she doesn't let herself think about it too much. Other than that, she couldn't really get herself in a worse situation than she already has, could she?
Favorite pastime: Though she would never admit it, Bel actually enjoys nothing more than a nice cup of coffee and a moments peace -unfortuantely this is a very rare thing in hell, and she hasn't enjoyed it in some time.
Religious Beliefs: Once she was Wiccan, but now she has no choice but to believe in the almighty lord Satan, since his existance has been proved without a doubt, and heaven hasn't helped her out at all, have they.
[The In between]
Bio: Once, as I said above, Bel was your everyday, mundane, if a little wild, human teenager, living in Sydney, Australia. She had the usual horrible relationship with her parents, a tiring love life, as Bel considers herself pansexual, here meaning she isn't attracted to people for their gender, race or religion, simply based on their personality, and some people found that difficult to fathom. Guys were annoyed that she wasn't straight, girls wanted her to be gay or go away, theres' no in-between, apparently.
Tiring of the world and feeling incapable of changing it, she left her parents home and went to strike out on her own, but found this difficult, as the world can be an ugly place. The first time she heard from her parents was when they phoned to tell her her beloved younger sister, the only one of her family she really cherished, was dead, gang-raped by a group of men then stabbed and left to bleed out in the street. Incenced and desperate for revenge, she returned to Sydney for the trial, but only one of the men had been found, and he wasn't talking and was eventually aquitted, not enough evidence to prosecute. After months of searching that lead nowhere, Bel uncovered a book, in a strange occult bookstore she'd happened to stroll into one day. It spoke of dealing with the devil, and the power one could gain from doing so.
Feeling a little stupid, she decided to try it. Nothing else had worked, had it?
She called Satan to her in a complex ritual involving the sacrifice of a dove, among other things, and to her utmost amazement, he came, wearing an alluring smile and telling her of almighty powers.
He granted her the power to find and destroy the men, using the scrying of fire and control over flame as her weapons. All she had to give himwas one small thing - her soul, and she could even kill the men first.
She agreed, and he was gone.
To her amazement, she now had the ability to look into flames, concentrate on what she wanted to find and there it was! SHe could also control fire, though she couldn't coax it from nowhere at this stage.(this ability came to her after her transformation.)
She hunted down the men, one by one, and killed them all, giving little thought to her own side of the bargain, swept up in her newfound power.
But as the last man fell to the ground before her, his body black and blistered, she felt a twisting in her chest, and she fell too, but she didn't stop at the floor.
Down, down she fell, through earth and rock, to the earths' very centre. Lying on the floor, she heaved herself to her knees, and there before her sat the lord of the underworld. "Now it is your turn to uphold your side of the bargain," he told her, the same twisted smile on his face as he reached out his hand and plucked her soul from her body. She felt the change in herself, a coldness settling somewhere in her core, and her body seemed to gain some strength as it lost it's mortality.
"Wh... what happens now?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"You can return to earth, where you will die," her new Lord replied, "Or you can stay here, keep your power, and serve me."
She chose the latter, afraid of death now that she had seen what awaited her afterward, and heard the screams echoing through hell.
And so she remains.
Birthplace: Sydney, Austrlalia.
Previous existence prior to worm drop:Bel's duties in hell were mostly of the torturing persuasion, punishing sinners with her fire, though being burned alive would be infinitely worse to someone who couldn't die.
Satan finds' it amusing, she supposes, that she often 'happens' to be assigned to people she once knew, who all recognise her somehow, and cry out for her help until they realise she is what they need to be saved from.
Allegiance: She has always admired the Horseman of Death, or horsewoman, she supposes, so being assigned to serve her wasn't so bad, considering it could have been Lexx. The smell of vomit is so hard to wash out.
Occupation: Satan has promised her that if she can rid the earth of this worm and return to hell alive, he wil return a piece of her soul. He hasn't specified which piece, but somethings better than nothing, right?
[The Heavy Metal]
Weapons: Bel prefers to fight with her flame, since she now has the ability to conjure it from nowhere. However, she also has a cursed bow, with self-igniting arrows.
Attire: She has worn the same thing for the last satan-knows how many years, the same thing she was wearing the night of the last kill, when she was pulled down to hell. All black, her shirt corset tied at the front with netted sleeves that hook onto her fingers, and black, skintight pants, both fireproof, of course. Her feet are bare.
Items: None.
Howsat?
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
Don't sweat it dude, it doesn't matter if they have back stories that are a little similar...
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
Oh, my bad I didn't realise. I might go with something else entirely then. I'll give it a little thought. Charrie app will be up soonish.
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Here's my post, I can't post it in the Activity Section.
Matzul awaited some kind of explanation or rebuke from Arielle for several silent, tense moments only to have his passenger remain unresponsive. He was not sure why she did not think to respond as she had not seemed hesitant to defend herself from even a small and superfluous comment such as Azrath's earlier warning. However, in his cool and quiet fury, to him all possible reasons were of an arrogant and malicious intent, eventually deciding that she was simply so horrendously inhuman to his mind that it did not cross her mind. He turned his head from the path ahead of them momentarily to lay his pupiless eyes upon the subservient Demon Lord, pale and blueish lips curled into a snarl with the needles beneath glinting in the sunlight. He was about to give this woman another piece of his mind, a bitter side of him emerging, but hesitated briefly as he saw her holding a peculiar vial of what seemed to be dirt. His expression softened slightly to become a frown but before he could inquire as to the nature of this bizarre ornament the ground before them exploded.
"Bloody hell in a blender!" The blast was deafening and the shock wave intense but then again Arzath had never been one for subtly, the skeletal mount rearing as dirt and stone showered both it and its passengers. The creature managed to stop just before it crashed into the subsequently smoldering crater left burning in the ground but was unable to remain still in its shock mirroring that of its demonic rider. "What in the name of the Flying Spaghetti monster..." Matzul breathed, eyes wide in surprize and running a bony hand through his messy hair as he tried to regain his wits. It didn't take long to realise who the 'attacker' was and with a scowl the Horseman of Famine wheeled this horse around and sped off towards Azrath, spear held out as if ready to attack. "That fecking big blundering, blubber-brained cretin! That rusty, pig-headed idiot... When I'm done with him he won't be fit to hold safety scissors against the worm!" Mat exclaimed angrily, nimbly dodging the numerous missiles, bullets and other assorted weapons that sailed past him and continued on towards the worm.
In a matter of minutes War would find himself with a pair of skeletal hooves on his back, the pale rider leaping off the steed as it crashed into the armored man and landing crouched with Bodkin in hand. "What in the name of Satan's knickers do you think you're up to, Azzy!? Damned fool! I'd ask you why you always pull this bloody bollocks but I doubt you have the brain cells required to formulate an answer..." Matzul yelled as he rose and approached Azrath, spear tip raised at the massive creature with teeth bared. "Find yourself a can-opener and open your ears, laddie. The plan was to try and get a closer look at the worm, to find its weaknesses before doing anything foolish like we want... But instead you just go and bloody well fire everything at it and hope for the best! You nearly killed me and the others in this grand and oh so well thought out plan of yours Azrath; My death wouldn't be thought unfortunate for a second so just wait for what the others think! You better think fast and talk quicker, boyo..." He warned, Famine's stern words losing some of their weight due to a obvious frailty of his form but the rare seriousness of his tone demanded some respect at least.
Matzul awaited some kind of explanation or rebuke from Arielle for several silent, tense moments only to have his passenger remain unresponsive. He was not sure why she did not think to respond as she had not seemed hesitant to defend herself from even a small and superfluous comment such as Azrath's earlier warning. However, in his cool and quiet fury, to him all possible reasons were of an arrogant and malicious intent, eventually deciding that she was simply so horrendously inhuman to his mind that it did not cross her mind. He turned his head from the path ahead of them momentarily to lay his pupiless eyes upon the subservient Demon Lord, pale and blueish lips curled into a snarl with the needles beneath glinting in the sunlight. He was about to give this woman another piece of his mind, a bitter side of him emerging, but hesitated briefly as he saw her holding a peculiar vial of what seemed to be dirt. His expression softened slightly to become a frown but before he could inquire as to the nature of this bizarre ornament the ground before them exploded.
"Bloody hell in a blender!" The blast was deafening and the shock wave intense but then again Arzath had never been one for subtly, the skeletal mount rearing as dirt and stone showered both it and its passengers. The creature managed to stop just before it crashed into the subsequently smoldering crater left burning in the ground but was unable to remain still in its shock mirroring that of its demonic rider. "What in the name of the Flying Spaghetti monster..." Matzul breathed, eyes wide in surprize and running a bony hand through his messy hair as he tried to regain his wits. It didn't take long to realise who the 'attacker' was and with a scowl the Horseman of Famine wheeled this horse around and sped off towards Azrath, spear held out as if ready to attack. "That fecking big blundering, blubber-brained cretin! That rusty, pig-headed idiot... When I'm done with him he won't be fit to hold safety scissors against the worm!" Mat exclaimed angrily, nimbly dodging the numerous missiles, bullets and other assorted weapons that sailed past him and continued on towards the worm.
In a matter of minutes War would find himself with a pair of skeletal hooves on his back, the pale rider leaping off the steed as it crashed into the armored man and landing crouched with Bodkin in hand. "What in the name of Satan's knickers do you think you're up to, Azzy!? Damned fool! I'd ask you why you always pull this bloody bollocks but I doubt you have the brain cells required to formulate an answer..." Matzul yelled as he rose and approached Azrath, spear tip raised at the massive creature with teeth bared. "Find yourself a can-opener and open your ears, laddie. The plan was to try and get a closer look at the worm, to find its weaknesses before doing anything foolish like we want... But instead you just go and bloody well fire everything at it and hope for the best! You nearly killed me and the others in this grand and oh so well thought out plan of yours Azrath; My death wouldn't be thought unfortunate for a second so just wait for what the others think! You better think fast and talk quicker, boyo..." He warned, Famine's stern words losing some of their weight due to a obvious frailty of his form but the rare seriousness of his tone demanded some respect at least.
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
As long as your character doesn't end up being too much like Psycho's it sounds awesome...
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That sounds good, just make sure to have background story. My character used to be an angel also, what I did was look up one of the names and created a story around the info I found. You don't have to I just found that a good way to give myself ideas.
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
sounds good how do you guys feel about a death lord (one of the servants to the Master of Death) who used to be an angel, but got kicked out of heaven and now works for hell (and has a whole lot more fun down there than up with those heavenly snobs)
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
Its good to see you Badger *puts taser away, there better then pepper spray muahaha*
Don't worry Mindless if p.slayer gets mad we'll take the heat for you, but I'm sure itll be ok.
And TheCharacter the character I have in mind is a spoiled little princess like girl, I was thinking it would be fun if she treated him like her uncle or something and they have known each other for a long time. But I want to know what you think of that Idea before I make her.
Don't worry Mindless if p.slayer gets mad we'll take the heat for you, but I'm sure itll be ok.
And TheCharacter the character I have in mind is a spoiled little princess like girl, I was thinking it would be fun if she treated him like her uncle or something and they have known each other for a long time. But I want to know what you think of that Idea before I make her.
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
Right! Hello there... This is FantaBadger, in case you're wondering if you should get the pepper spray or not. I've created a new account so that Raven doesn't have to spend his valuable time being messenger boy for me. I'll make a post sometime soon.
Mindless, P.slayer has not and most likely will not come online to read your pm so I'd just post your sheet here anyway. If he does ever come back you can simply explain that this rp was to awesome to wait for and he'd understand...
Mindless, P.slayer has not and most likely will not come online to read your pm so I'd just post your sheet here anyway. If he does ever come back you can simply explain that this rp was to awesome to wait for and he'd understand...
Re: [OOC] Hell Under Crisis: Environmental Avenger!
Yea I agree with Fanta, we should continue on without lexx for now.
And sorry I was waiting to give people some time to see if they'd post anything, and then I had dental surgery and because of a chronic illness have been out of it for a bit. I promise to post once im feeling better, trust me if I were to try and post something now it wouldn't make any sense.
And sorry I was waiting to give people some time to see if they'd post anything, and then I had dental surgery and because of a chronic illness have been out of it for a bit. I promise to post once im feeling better, trust me if I were to try and post something now it wouldn't make any sense.
