"This is mine, now."
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Theme Song: I Want It All - Baby, The Musical (She plays this any time she wants to make an entrance)
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Status: Alive
Race: Demon
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Allies: Al
Enemies: R'ystelhar
Age: 209,000< years old
Sex: Female
Physical Description She has bright red hair, pale skin and horns and expensive-looking clothes. She stands about five feet tall, and she usually has the aroma that a rich person would have. That's right, she has a money smell. She carries around a boom box to play her leitmotif anytime she wants to make herself known.
Personality: As per her sin, she's very greedy and very ambitious. She wants anything and everything. Money, fame, power, friends, glory, a nice looking house, etc. However, she's usually the life of the party because, just because she's greed doesn't mean she can't lift peoples spirits. However, for a friend she gets rather greedy, wanting the friend (or lover) all to herself.
Abilities: Ava Riss can manipulate fire, ice and negative photons, as per her race and status as demon. She can use her fire to summon a whirlwind of flames, her ice to freeze people and her anti-photon manipulation to blind people, though she's never blinded by it since demon (most likely) spend most of their lives in darkness, or rather, anti-lightness. On a more mundane scale, Ava can pickpocket almost anyone with relative ease.
Historical Background: She was and still is Mammon, the Demon of Greed's subordinate, usually causing the fall of man by turning people into scammers, pickpocketers and robbers. However, as fate would have it, Al visited her home dimension, Hell, to try and find universes similar to home (Hell, unsurprisingly, was like his home dimension. Go figure). Under the assumption that he was a human, Ava tried again and again to try and turn Al into a criminal by using human principals. Al was confused by her reasoning, but took notes on her anyway. He took more notes on her than anyone else since she was always the first to greet him. Her "greetings" turned into actual greetings over time and the two slowly began to know each other. Al would forget his entire research and the two would do mushy romance stuff. the events shortly after would cause Al's exile.
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Ava Riss
The sin of greed. Oddly pleasant person, for a demon.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RavioliMan
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So begins...
Ava Riss's Story
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The massive sword jammed into Ava' stomach. She stumbled and her fire pillar started to dissipate. Al's smug demeanor faded and he lost most of his calmness. He grabbed Psophor with telekinesis as slammed him against the ground and the pillars of energy.
Al started to sweat and his vision became blurry. Not out of any surge of adrenaline, but because this was the most amount of effort he'd ever used. He had a feeling his attacks started to get gradually less effective.
Al started to sweat and his vision became blurry. Not out of any surge of adrenaline, but because this was the most amount of effort he'd ever used. He had a feeling his attacks started to get gradually less effective.
"There! Finally a good hi-" Psoph's voice dissipated as he suddenly slammed head first into the ground. Blasted by waves of energy a rash cackle could still be heard, he was clearly happy with the hit. He then slammed his fist down, slowly standing up again, the beams still blasting into him. "Your attacks are getting wea-" His head suddenly jerked back, a loud boom echoing through the street as Makthus fired off the Bad News. He was still laying flat on the ground, steadying the overly large gun against the ground. Still, a very distressing "crack" escaped from him as he fired the gun, the recoil making it fly straight out of his hands, spiraling away in the distance. "Agh, ahh! Alright, note for the future, don't fire the gun with broken ribs..."
Al stumbled to the ground. It was evident that he didn't have much fight left in him. Al started to breathe heavily, as if he was a kid with asthma who ran fifty miles. Al tried to get up be he neither has the strength nor the will to stand up. He looked at Ava's limp body with the sword lodged in her stomach. He didn't know if she was dead or alive but he stumbled towards her.
Psoph's head was thrown back, staring up towards the sky, still quietly chuckling. He looked back down towards Makthus and Al, both on the ground. A large portion of his helmet had been blasted off, really most of his armor was completely torn. The mantle wasn't more than a rugged piece of cloth, one of the shoulder pads hung loosely off him and there were large holes covering the plates. "Hmmm, Don't tell me she died from that! Isn't she supposed to be a demon?" He swung his right hand up, seemingly inspecting the blade he still had.
Makthus was himself quite quick, suddenly getting on his feet, his left arm rightly wrapped around his chest as he rushed over to Al's side, seemingly ignoring the still standing Psoph. "Things... Are looking rather bleak, don't ya think?" He made a forced smile. The scar across his face had started, twitching strangely enough. Like the blackened flesh was moving on it's own.
Makthus was himself quite quick, suddenly getting on his feet, his left arm rightly wrapped around his chest as he rushed over to Al's side, seemingly ignoring the still standing Psoph. "Things... Are looking rather bleak, don't ya think?" He made a forced smile. The scar across his face had started, twitching strangely enough. Like the blackened flesh was moving on it's own.
Al looked at Ava's lifeless face. He gave it a long look and a sigh. He went to touch it but when he did, the body disintegrated, revealing...money bags? Al stared in confusion until an invisible force pulled him up and started to strangle him. In the same way Ava did when she saw Al... Suddenly it took form and it was Ava! Al looked as far behind him as he could. "Ava?" Al asked. "Yeah, silly! The sword may have hurt, but I'm a demon! Sharp metal can't kill me!" Ava said in a joyous tone as she fired another pillar of fire at Psophor.
"Haha! Now that's more like it" Psoph proclaimed before being blasted by the flames, sending him rolling backwards. Unsurprisingly enough he rolled straight back up into a standing position laughing again. "But just like yourself, you'll need a little bit, more." One would get the feeling that he was back to grinning. "Yeah, about that..." Makthus stood awkwardly by the sudden soul-crushing hug. Still tightly holding his by now crushed chest. "...I have never seen someone actually capable of bringing Psoph down, just like that friend of yours it's usually him getting bored and leaving." "Oh I'll not get bored..." He threw his sword up into the air before catching it again. "... I'll aim for your head next time." He gave an amused glare towards Ava.
Ava groaned. "You're being duuuuuuuumb." Ava said to Psophor in a childish tone. She took out a whip-like weapon, with the whip end being made of anti-photons. She started to swing at Psoph both wildly, but somehow tactically. Al sighed and reached into his cheap top-hat and pulled out a cord. The cord seemed to be attached to the hat. He inserted it into a hole in his back, throwing him into a more instinctual mode, cancelling out fatigue. His eyes turned blank-white with electricity surging through it. He clapped his hands and vortices, ranging from five to seven, appeared below Psophor, surrounding him and fired lasers that are larger than usual. Al shortly after used telekinesis to nudge Psophor towards one of the lasers and he fired large orbs of energy downward.
Literally moments later, Al froze in place, his attacks fading out and all vortices closing. "Do stop having a tantrum. You're one of the most brilliant minds, I'd think you wouldn't let pesky things like emotion get in the way." A robotic, androgynous voice said. A black, featureless mass appeared. Multiple limbs sprouted and folded itself into an arm-crossing posture.
Literally moments later, Al froze in place, his attacks fading out and all vortices closing. "Do stop having a tantrum. You're one of the most brilliant minds, I'd think you wouldn't let pesky things like emotion get in the way." A robotic, androgynous voice said. A black, featureless mass appeared. Multiple limbs sprouted and folded itself into an arm-crossing posture.
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"Ahaa! Looks like we are pulling out our trump cards!? Well I'll take the chance and join then!" Makthus proclaimed suddenly straightening his back, slowly letting go of his chest. His tone seemed to shift. "I'm letting you have a go now, but the moment you do anything rash I'll be straight back" He said, seemingly to himself. His head snapped back in an instant, the scar suddenly twisting and bending across his face. Veins from the scar and down his body steadily shifted to a black color. Large strand of black goo seemed to run from the scar. Down across an utterly huge grin, bigger than what could be considered sane. He spun aroud staring at the new arrival "Oh, are we gonna kill you like the R'yste guy?
Psoph wasn't fully as confident. He swung his sword against the whip repeatedly beating it away from him while backing slowly. He threw glances towards his other sword, he wouldn't be able to do any proper swordplay without it. What knocked out of that thought was the sudden eruption of deadly pillars around him, he stood at attention prepared for the whip, but instead a gentle nudge hit his forehead, making him lean back just the slightest, straight into the pillar behind him. A violent crack could be heard as he flew forward into the other pillar. Several of Al's attacks hit him sending him cascading further against the beams the beams all while releasing an inhuman screech.
Psoph wasn't fully as confident. He swung his sword against the whip repeatedly beating it away from him while backing slowly. He threw glances towards his other sword, he wouldn't be able to do any proper swordplay without it. What knocked out of that thought was the sudden eruption of deadly pillars around him, he stood at attention prepared for the whip, but instead a gentle nudge hit his forehead, making him lean back just the slightest, straight into the pillar behind him. A violent crack could be heard as he flew forward into the other pillar. Several of Al's attacks hit him sending him cascading further against the beams the beams all while releasing an inhuman screech.
The jumble of code looked at its challenger. Or at least it seemed like it was looking at him, hard to tell due to it being featureless. "Only a third dimensional pest would think it could stand up to me." The being let Al go, the cord in his back slipping out. He stumbled and then looked at the living scribble with a clear "Oh fuck" face. As much as Al tried to hide it, he was clearly scared for his, Ava's and potentially Makthus' life. "Sorry dude, we can't beat this guy. He's the guy who banished me. Speaking of which, why are you here?" Al asked. "Simple. I know you'd come back to try and kill me-" "No I wasn't." "- SO I came to the conclusion that you must be destroyed before you destroy me." The being hands snapped. Force fields surrounded Al, Makthus, Ava and Psophor. The hands then clenched their fists and the fields started to closes in on them, slowly but surely.
Makthus looked around at the sudden force fields. His smile still wierdly fixed onto his face. "Now that's, that's just real interesting! Are you people trying to tell me we that have run up on this flying all powerful shit-face, and have no way to defeat him! Ahahhaa, how fun!" His tone had slowly but surely changed, by the end of the sentence he sounded completely insane. He suddenly in a blur struck his sword towards the barrier, then again, bouncing of the side of it, striking while in the air at the other side, darting all around his tiny cage repeteadly slashing away. His speed was simply ridiculous, unfortunely only causing slight ripples in the walls of energy.
Psoph suprisingly seemed the calm one, he slowly rose from the steaming pile he had been left in. Smoke still trailing off his sundered armor. His entire body suddenly twitched, a riple running through him. He then rose his sword upwards releasing a guttural roar. Seems he had switched to a second gear. "THOSE, ARE, MINE! He grabbed his sword in both hands. Raising it above his head, a slight glint of crimson flashed across the edge. The power to slay a god. He then swung down straight onto the barrier, flames sputtering out of the holes in his armor as he impacted with all his might.
Psoph suprisingly seemed the calm one, he slowly rose from the steaming pile he had been left in. Smoke still trailing off his sundered armor. His entire body suddenly twitched, a riple running through him. He then rose his sword upwards releasing a guttural roar. Seems he had switched to a second gear. "THOSE, ARE, MINE! He grabbed his sword in both hands. Raising it above his head, a slight glint of crimson flashed across the edge. The power to slay a god. He then swung down straight onto the barrier, flames sputtering out of the holes in his armor as he impacted with all his might.
The scramble of graphics observed Psophors and Makthus' futile attempts at breaking the barrier. "What part of this do you not understand?" The being asked in a condescending tone. Al looked at the ground, the only place where the force field didn't touch. Al tapped on the directions closest to Ava and Makthus to try and get their attention. He then pointed at the ground. He opened a vortex in his, Ava's and Makthus' pointing at the ground, before the vortices fired he looked at both Psophor and L.C.M. His fingers contorted into impossible angles, which is possibly flipping the bird to him. L.C.M seemed to be offended. The vortices fired downwards, creating a tunnel leading downwards. Ava and Al jumped in, missing the force field, which would've crushed them, by an inch.
Makthus continued defying physics, running across the surfaces. He made no signs of actually understanding Al. Which was very hard to tell based on his current state. The vortex opened underneath him in which he reacted by suddenly dashing up onto the very roof of the barrier, both of his shoulders touching the sides before he suddenly pushed of the top, sending him flying directly down into the hole that Al had created, cackling while doing so.
Psoph released another roar, all the sides of the force field pressing against him. His sword being slowly pushed out his grip,
both his arms locked to his sides. "That's it, I'll tear your very essence out of this world!" A sudden wave of malice escaped him, a shuddering passing down the spines of most of Wing cities inhabitants. An undeniable presence filling the air.
"GODS OF THE OLD AGE, HEAR YOUR HERALD! GRANT ME POWER, GRANT ME STRENGTH AND GRANT ME MIGHT!
One could think that the screaming lunatic was just that, a lunatic. And he probably is. But the presence which only seemed to grow thicker around him was hard to ignore. A black smoke started rolling out from the holes in his armor, slightly enveloping the demon. Whispers could be heard, trailing off in the distant with faint gibberish. Until suddenly the very world around Psoph seemed to bend, and then shatter. Like a thousand glass windows suddenly appeared out of nowhere only to be instantly destroyed. Left was only a shallow crater, small, only reaching about a meter, and in it was only the Demon lord Psophor. Breathing heavily, "Reality itself wavers before you my masters. Like always." He then took a glance towards the mass graphics, a fire in his nonexistent eyes.
Psoph released another roar, all the sides of the force field pressing against him. His sword being slowly pushed out his grip,
both his arms locked to his sides. "That's it, I'll tear your very essence out of this world!" A sudden wave of malice escaped him, a shuddering passing down the spines of most of Wing cities inhabitants. An undeniable presence filling the air.
"GODS OF THE OLD AGE, HEAR YOUR HERALD! GRANT ME POWER, GRANT ME STRENGTH AND GRANT ME MIGHT!
GRANT ME THE ABILITY, TO ERADICATE!"
One could think that the screaming lunatic was just that, a lunatic. And he probably is. But the presence which only seemed to grow thicker around him was hard to ignore. A black smoke started rolling out from the holes in his armor, slightly enveloping the demon. Whispers could be heard, trailing off in the distant with faint gibberish. Until suddenly the very world around Psoph seemed to bend, and then shatter. Like a thousand glass windows suddenly appeared out of nowhere only to be instantly destroyed. Left was only a shallow crater, small, only reaching about a meter, and in it was only the Demon lord Psophor. Breathing heavily, "Reality itself wavers before you my masters. Like always." He then took a glance towards the mass graphics, a fire in his nonexistent eyes.
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Al tunneled his way to Makthus, then Ava. He then started to tunnel his way away from L.C.M and Psophor. He then stopped midway through. "Al? What's wrong?" Ava asked. "I just realized I can tear open a portal and just bring us somewhere else. I think." He ripped open a portal. At random, it lead to Casgrax II. Al gave it a double take, then looked at Ava and Makthus. "Beings with a lower dimensional count first?" Al asked, motioning his arms towards the portal.
L.C.M looked at Psophor, then it started to clap. Its unknown whether it was sarcastic or genuine, but what followed was "Impressive. Third dimensional beings do have fight in them after all." The being said. "All you need to do is get rid of that pesky emotion. That tedious...rage. And you can finally get what you desire." The being then opened up multiple portals leading to the second dimension. "It's a simple choice really. You're rather interesting. But I can dispose of you if I wish. So what will it be? Be my apprentice or suffer in the second dimension?"
L.C.M looked at Psophor, then it started to clap. Its unknown whether it was sarcastic or genuine, but what followed was "Impressive. Third dimensional beings do have fight in them after all." The being said. "All you need to do is get rid of that pesky emotion. That tedious...rage. And you can finally get what you desire." The being then opened up multiple portals leading to the second dimension. "It's a simple choice really. You're rather interesting. But I can dispose of you if I wish. So what will it be? Be my apprentice or suffer in the second dimension?"
Makthus stared at the portal, his smile still stuck. He then looked up the tunnel again. A wicked expression filling him as he heard Psoph release his powers. His expression started twitching, as if he couldn't decide if he should smile or not. Makthus right hand suddenly rose up in the air, moving spastically directly up to his face, twitched for a second before he suddenly punched himself in the face. He shuttered for a moment before looking at Al. His smile less, insane. The veins leading from the scar started slowly reverting from black and back to red. He gave a smirk to Al and Ava. "Right, surivival instinct before bloodlust. And you need to remember that!" The last part didn't seem like it was aimed at the pair. He then charged through the portal, as if he was gonna tackle the very first thing he sees on the other side.
Topside Psoph sighed deeply. The heavy presence which had filled the air disappeared just as quick as it had appeared, leaving an eerie silence behind it. "Arghh... It's gonna take days worth of offerings before they'll listen to me like that again..." For a moment it seemed he completely ignored L.C.M, walking slowly over to his second sword, lifting it from the ground and swinging it aimlessly. "Now!" He spun around staring at the entity. "Are you asking me, the voice of the ancient ones, to abandon them and follow you instead!?" He pointed his right sword towards L.C.M. "You are nothing compared to them!"
Topside Psoph sighed deeply. The heavy presence which had filled the air disappeared just as quick as it had appeared, leaving an eerie silence behind it. "Arghh... It's gonna take days worth of offerings before they'll listen to me like that again..." For a moment it seemed he completely ignored L.C.M, walking slowly over to his second sword, lifting it from the ground and swinging it aimlessly. "Now!" He spun around staring at the entity. "Are you asking me, the voice of the ancient ones, to abandon them and follow you instead!?" He pointed his right sword towards L.C.M. "You are nothing compared to them!"
Ava cocked her head to the side, then looked at Al. "Your friend's actually pretty cool." She said before going into the portal. Al gave a low, hearty chuckle before following.
Meanwhile, L.C.M placed it's arms on all of its sides. "You're right. I'm not. I'm programmed to be the perfect being. I could probably throw them into the quantum world, erasing their existence. So again, what's it gonna be? You said you'd need to give your gods need offerings, right? You only need to give me favors for the kind of powers I'll be supplying you."
Meanwhile, L.C.M placed it's arms on all of its sides. "You're right. I'm not. I'm programmed to be the perfect being. I could probably throw them into the quantum world, erasing their existence. So again, what's it gonna be? You said you'd need to give your gods need offerings, right? You only need to give me favors for the kind of powers I'll be supplying you."
The setting changes from Main Street (Continued) to Casgrax II
A portal suddenly tore open the fragile wall of reality. The people nearby jumped at the sight of the sudden anomaly that had destroyed their everyday life. The portal itself had appeared in the middle of a busy market square. The people stared with a mixture of awe and fear until Makthus, rugged and injured came thundering out of the portal. Rolling across the ground and up in a crouching position. Looking around at the people slowly backing away from him. He then spun on the spot, turning towards the portal and almost falling over as Ava ran into him. He shuffled slightly looking over Ava and Al who came through the portal "Right, no one is dead? Good. I suggest we find somewhere to lay a little low"
Al shrugged. "That's fine. Laying low is... well, usually my speciality." Al said. Ava looked at Al with a raised eyebrow. "You? Laying low?" Ava asked sarcastically. Al looked back at Ava. "Well, yeah, usually. I dunno what's up with this dimension but it seems like almost everyone wants me dead." Al replied. Al scanned the area. "Well, Makthus, I got some bad news. There isn't a single place that we can hide here."
Makthus spun around, staring at the square and the people staring back. "Well shit-" He spun around again to look at both Ava and Al when he instead suddenly bent over. Hugging his chest with both arms, his face contorting with pain "Argh! God, dammit, right, broken ribs and no cursed blood to power through it. Fuc- ah, no language..." He gritted his teeth while straightening his back, giving a pained smile to the pair. "No, don't, don't mind me, It's just, human weakness."
Al looked at Makthus with concern. "Well, that's no good." Al said. Al took off his top hat and emptied it out. A cord and a laptop-like device. He plugged the cord into his computer and into the most open wound on Makthus. He started typing some sort of code into his laptop in hopes that it heals his wounds.
Makthus, well he stared, at the sudden fact that it seemed Al possessed a bottomless hat like one of those terrible magicians who performed at his bars. And after that, the fact that Al seemed to be attempting to upload software directly into his chest. He looked quite questioning as he threw Ava a look of disbelief. Yet he know of the otherworldly power Al held, hopefully whatever virus that was getting digitally uploaded into him could fix broken bones. "Well, I suppose I gotta add magical healing computers to my shopping list"
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