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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 21, 2018 13:40:55 GMT -8
The shady figures arrive upon the third floor.
Everyone has already crammed into the elevator to escape, leaving the floor empty.
The figures continue to walk towards the elevator at a leisurely but still businesslike pace.
The elevator is in use, preventing them from taking it... for now.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 2, 2018 20:31:14 GMT -8
Eventually, the elevator arrives at the third floor. The doors opens and inside, there is only one seth.
It's Hypnos, and he has a wet floppy bass in his hands.
"Say hello to my little friend!" He smiles as he drops the bass, towards the shady figures.
[ Diceroll 1-6: higher result is more effective ]
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The bass drops and shakes the ground beneath their feet. A wave of infrasonic energy hits them, making them lose balance momentarily. This is enough for Hypnos to get the upper hand on them with his ...chainsaw?
...fuck, he doesn't have that anymore. Instead, he pulls out a bottle of deathly pale vodka and smashes it against one of the toppled shady figures. It manages to stun the one hit for just a little longer, with shards of glass embedded in their suit. The other not hit, however, is not interested in sitting pretty for an attack...1-6
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Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 7, 2018 14:37:37 GMT -8
The second shady figure strikes quickly with their dagger. Hypnos stands there in shock as the shady figure goes in for three more stabs. He can only cry silently as the memories of past pain overtake him. He collapses to the floor.
The shady figure once hit with the glass bottle regains footing and prepares the capture equipment.
However, it seems to be taking longer for Hypnos to donetier completely.
The dagger is thrown down into his back. It seems to have little visible effect.
It's at this moment that Hypnos walks up from behind them and sweeps them off their feet with his leg! The shady figures are taken by surprise and are toppled over once more.
The Hypnos that they stabbed? A decoy. The figure attacked poofs into the shape of a log. The real Hypnos pulls out a leaf village naruto headband and ties it in the back around his head.
"You don't fuck with us on our turf."
He begins to prepare a ninja technique, rapidly making symmetrical handsigns...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 20, 2018 15:45:52 GMT -8
"Time clone jutsu!" Hypnos yells as nearly all of the seths that had fled earlier, and then some, appear behind him in a puff of smoke.
"Attack!" A finger is pointed and the seths rush the shaded figures with scythes in hand.
They show no mercy with their onslaught, tearing away at their suits and equipment until nothing but tatters remain. Capture equipment destroyed, those that were trapped inside fly out and reform in the crowd.
The chaos slowly settles as Hypnos examines the damage. He shoos the other seths out of the way for a good look.
A silent moment.
A clawed hand of smokey shadow lurches out! Hypnos's neck is grabbed! Memories of his first encounter with Chronos are reignited, the pain of that chokegrab he delivered, returning back to him.
The other seths scatter in panic! Screams and shouts fill the room as they stumble and scramble away from the scene!
Unfortunately, many of them are not quick enough.
One more hand.
Then another.
And another.
And yet another still.
A mass of sharp reaching hands, latching upon their prey, one by one, snatch up the stragglers all too easily.
36, 37, 38... that's enough for now.
The mass of shadowy hands drag the handful of seths into the elevator with them, desperate screams only silenced by the closing of the double doors behind them.
Those that escaped are far too shaken to return to the scene at this moment.
Not after that.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Nov 13, 2018 17:47:51 GMT -8
The shaded figures step out of the elevator and make their way back down to the ground floor. They make no noises aside from the sound of nice shoes upon stone and carpet.
Soon enough, they exit the tower and head towards their speedboat parked at the dock.
It's very likely that a delivery will be arriving fairly soon. 63 souls previously bartered as payment for various pressing bills of dubious nature. One more should have made the count 64, but complications will make this take longer.
That however, is not of the shaded figures concern.
They have other clients to shake down elsewhere.
The speedboat takes them away from the island, and into the mist.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Nov 20, 2018 1:36:36 GMT -8
There's been quite a bit of work done at the clock tower lately. The seths have been helping Theta with rehabilitating the severely drained seths that had arrived not too long ago. Raphael even returned home from the barracks to assist his brothers.
Thankfully, Theta managed to put enough pressure upon those that drained them to get them to send some cases of high quality energy drinks to cover the damages.
Turns out threatening to call Katie to sue them to another hell is extremely effective.
However, the 64th seth has still not been located.
Theta arrives back at the tower with a band of newcomers, all from the same dungeon crawl.
"What's that surprise supposed to be, Thanatos?" The last one in that adventure line seems eager to find out what surprises are in store for him. He seems to be convinced that a Certain Somebody is waiting for him.
...but is he?
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Post by flightlessicarus on Aug 24, 2019 20:39:00 GMT -8
> Seths: go on a golfing trip together -Prologue- Another day in eternal gloom and darkness upon the clock tower. It seems, as usual, time has stood still-- put to rest, as it were. That is about to change. The dead shall rise from their collective grave tonight... ...to play golf.
A courier skeleton arrives at the fabled dock upon the reclusive isle of the dead seths. A letter in their hand, sealed with a fancy-ass wax stamp, with the impression of a golfball. Has this location ever received snail-mail? Not for a long time, that's for sure. Theta had once ordered a bumper-car online which was shipped here, but that was about it. This had to be something important. The courier skeleton arrives at the imposing double-doors of the clock tower. As far as the rumors go, it's said that those who wander upon the aisle of the dead seths without permission are attacked on-site. So far, such attacks have yet to have been fulfilled. The anticipation rattles their bones, but their duty to deliver the mail is stronger. In life, their commitment to the mail had been so complete that it had followed them into the afterlife. For what matters more than continuing the age-old tradition of delivering messages and packages, and thus connecting the masses together? Very little, that's what. Three boney knocks upon the door reverberate upon the structure. ...Does this courier know what they have just awakened from eternal slumber?
Inside, there is nothing but darkness. The lights have not been on for a long while. The dead seths have seemingly found equilibrium and gone to rest. Three knocks echo throughout the tower. The rest is disturbed. >Alpha Seth: Receive letter>Thoren: Receive identical letter |
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Post by flightlessicarus on Aug 24, 2019 23:24:13 GMT -8
The Seths have become restless upon receiving this inane letter. Why the fuck would they want to play golf, of all things? Rather, they would rather slaughter the pitiful fools that disturbed their collective slumber. Two in particular see this as a greater opportunity, however. Hypnos, combined with two different versions of himself, has a long-unfulfilled mission to complete. Long ago, he was on the trail of a rogue spirit who had evaded his grasp. While his apparent "alpha" versions had been neutralized, this decidedly less-important version of him still remained at large. Chronos is the name of this rogue spirit. The one who had claimed to be his father, only to attempt to use the alpha seth's body to live a second life after his own expiration. That bitch will wish he never crossed any of them. Meanwhile, Raphael just wants to have a good time with Sponge. Despite the fact that the letter said "seths only", Raph plans on sneaking them in anyways. Besides, with how many different variations of seths there are, Sponge could probably fit right in with the right costume! Heck, even the rtp-looking weirdo who's not supposed to exist could probably even sneak in if he wanted to! Then again, all that dude wants to do is stare in the mirror and practice double finger-guns. Raphael pulls out a huge rack of outfits of all kinds, hoping that Sponge will find one that can work. ==> |
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