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apiarycryptonaut) wrote in scrib2013-06-01 12:09 am
[S] Avispa: Skulls
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You attempt to be Past Avispa Kusbir. You really do attempt to, but you are thwarted by the fact that she is completely occupied killing imps. In her words, though, she's popping imps! Even the imps pesky enough to make it below the surface net themselves a swift stiletto to the back; or the face.
At least it's entertaining, but because you can't be her...
You simply decide to be Current Avispa Kusbir!
You are efficiently killing imps with Perrix Seiyos, Phylus Inatta, and Pherae Elapha while searching for Kalfour Samedi in the Land of Temples and Crossroads. You knew Perrix was a hero, and his impressive skills against imps are making heads roll. Phylus, though a little less ecstatically, is disposing of imps with his branch. Pherae remains a little further back, sniping any imp that comes near with her bow. All the while, your chain-skull is keeping imps occupied, simply shredding through any that happen to pop up. To the point where you have enough time to pin one down to obtain its skull. For several seconds you stare in triumph at the extracted imp skull... Until it explodes into grist in your face, knocking you out.
You cease being Avispa Kusbir because she has started being her dreamself.
Elsewhere in the incipisphere, bad things are afoot. Derse doesn't care what any of the players are up to. Derse follows its own agenda, and the events that are to unfold take precedence over all else; especially with the fleet mobilized. Slipping on her ring, the Black Queen remains on Derse to watch the show she's prepared. Hegemonic Brute commands the lead ship in her stead, on its path to Derse. However, one Incipisphere has an extra ship in the attack fleet, one with a different target. Alpha Skaia is due for a visitor... while all three Prospits are in for a surprise.
On Skaia, Avispa Kusbir is treated to visions of others in the session... Shea and Zurahe appear to her, briefly. The visions keep her unaware of the Derse ships passing by, or of the one descending to Skaia's surface.
The attack on Prospit begins without hesitation. Be it their long range weapons, or their slower cannons: the golden moon doesn't stand a chance. They are unprepared and caught off guard... And the damage cannot be avoided. Prospit will fall, if not defended. If they survive, they will not come away unscathed. There is only enough time for a distress call, a desperate plea for assistance from any able hero. The heroes will wake if they hear the call, the call to take up arms. Littered around Prospit are weapons from felled Prospitan and Dersite alike.
You resume being Avispa. You are unable to hear the call, your gaze locked firmly on the cloud visions as they finally become clear. The first, Zurahe laying dead; oh no, no no no. The second, Shea facing something you can't see; but the vision grows fuzzier as you watch. The last is you. You, injured, on your own planet, but why...? How? You don't understand, but you are unable to look away.
Not even as Dersites approach behind you.
Your real body remains safe with Perrix, Phylus, and Pherae back on the Land of Temples and Crossroads. In the time since the skull detonated, they did away with the remaining few imps; easily, as there were little to none to begin with. Afterward, with Phylus' map as their guide, they proceeded onward to one of LOTAC's nearby settlements to escape the heat. None of the conscious three wanted to get heat stroke, and they certainly didn't want the unconscious puzzle-obsessed troll to die on them either.
What a mess.
==> Zurahe: Strife!
Your name is Zurahe Cadens, and when you'd heard Derse was planning to blow Prospit up, you thought you'd have more time to deal with it than this. Still, now isn't the time to hesitate, and you only consider your options for a brief moment before making a decision. Probably not a wise decision, but then you've never really been known for those. You take one last look at the castle, and then...
Well.
Then you go and pick yourself a fight.
Y' came t' the wrong Prospit, motherfucker.
You promised the Prospitans you'd protect them, and you've failed at that spectacularly- but you figure a little payback is almost as good.
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You have. Got. To be. Kidding.
You're tempted to wave her off, to tell her to go back down to the surface to just lay down and die like the rest of them... but the realization slowly starts to come to you that she might actually be up for a fight, since she came all this way. Readying your arms to utterly CRUSH HER FACE you... don't even care that she could be dangerous, and you say it anyway.
"Go lay down and die like the rest of them, little girl."
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The arm that comes swinging at your head moves faster than you'd thought it would- which is pretty impressive for such a big carapace thing. You make a note to find out just how fast they can get before you go picking any more fights with possible Derse bigwigs, but for now, you've got to deal with the present threat. Which is that there is a fist about the size of most of your torso swung straight at your head.
Lay down and die♫ ...nah♪
It takes less effort to stop his fist than you thought it would, which is good because if it had been too difficult, you might not have come out of this alright. Thankfully, your dreamself seems to be attaining ALL THE LEVELS alongside real body. With what you know of Godtiers, you're glad you know more or less how that whole body replacement thing works out now.
You look back up at the big guy and GRIN.
But no use wastin' a nice long dirt nap. So why don't y' take it for me♫
You use the whole of your hand to shove his fist away with a chuckle.
Can't say I didn't warn you♪
And you dart forward, intending to slam a fist into him center-mass.
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You want to SMASH her. But she just blocked your hand, and then pushed it away. That doesn't happen easily, and it gives you a moment of pause... before you bring both of your fists together above your head--
And she attacks, slamming a fist... well, right in the middle of all of you. Before you really realize what she did, you hit the back portion of the ship with a loud, shattering crunch. Oh she
did
not
just
do that.
You rush her, lumbering across the deck of the ship with your hands held high, fully intending on utterly CRUSHING this girl. Dirt naps aren't what you need, they're what SHE needs! LITTLE GIRL, LET BRUTE CRUSH YOU.
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Her arms come up, crossing over her head, and she braces herself for the impact, feeling the hull of the ship first buckle, then give in and dent beneath her feet. The force of the Brute's attack is dispersed around her, further denting the ship, and she takes advantage of the fact that there's no real stop to an attack like that to give a slight push back- enough to get out from under the relentless press of his fists- and unbalance him. After all, you can't just STOP trying to squash someone without any warning.
She waits for him to be completely unbalanced- and also to realize she isn't where she should be before she moves again as his head starts turning to look behind him where she is most certainly standing.
Or at least, where she HAD been standing.
She's in midair now, somewhat gleefully preparing to slam both fists into his head in a hammer blow of her own.
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No crush. No splat.
He doesn't even register what that means for him, though, because he stumbles forward from the momentum of his swing and subsequent crushing force for several steps... What. Woah what what. No body, no little girl...?
Turning just slightly to look for her, he's greeted with something he hadn't expected. A competent hero who'd started off intending to bring him down when he'd thought he'd found an easy kill. Of course, she's greeted with a slightly wide-eyed look of disbelief before her reward.
Namely the reward of Brute promptly crumpling to the ground from the force of the blow. No one takes a strike to the brain and stays standing, and he hadn't been fast enough to raise a hand and grab her. With his vision swirling, he's just aware enough to flail his arms around in an attempt to strike something, anything. Random swinging, he'll have to hit something or at least keep her at bay until he can strike back.
Ugh. Little girls sucked.
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The brute is about to have a worse night than he could have imagined, because you don't have any weapons other than your bare hands- which means you don't have to worry about breaking any valuable equips with too much force. A knee comes up against what passes for the Dersite's chin, driving him up and into range of your fists. You focus on knocking him senseless enough that he won't be able to fight back when you eventually dig your claws in on either side of his head and start to yank.
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He didn't use that brain much, but he did need it to coordinate his beatings. After he crushed the girl, he'd have to get an upgrade. Something beating-resistant.
Or at least, that's what he would do, if she wasn't trying to PULL HIS HEAD OFF. At the sudden pulling force, a sense of immediate concern floods through him. He needs that head attached, and he swings his arms up in an attempt to stop her...
KR-POP POP
Hegemonic Brute's entire body goes limp immediately following Zurahe's pulling at his head... followed by a definite feeling of separation. Whatever was holding his head in place on the inside wasn't prepared to try to stop being pulled away from Brute's skull, and so... quite literally: No more that guy.
You were Hegemonic Brute, but now you are DEAD.
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You finish pulling off the Brute's head and look around for something to hold it with. You find nothing, and decide that desperate times call for desperate measures. You've already ripped off his head, his corpse won't miss another extremity.
You grab a hold of his arm and YANK until that pops off with another SNAP-POP-CRACK of sound, and settle the head in the Brute's own open palm. Then you use a nearby DERSE FLAGPOLE and ram it through the entire assembly to keep it in place.
OI♪ DERSE BASTARDS♪♪♪
You're not ENTIRELY SURE how your voice got that loud, but you chalk it up to GAME MECHANICS and carry on. You move to the very front of the lead Derse ship, and then very slowly, you start drifting back to Prosit, yelling as you go.
IF THIS WAS TH' BEST YOU'VE GOT, THEN GIVE UP NOW♪
You brandish the Brute's disembodied head and arm as you touch down, holding them high above your head with a slightly blood-splattered grin.
OTHERWISE, YOU'LL WIND UP EVEN DEADER THAN HIM♪ DO I MAKE MYSELF FUCKIN' CLEAR, Y' DUMB FUCKERS♫♪
And then to drive the point home you lift a foot slightly and slam it back down with enough force to create a small crater around you, as well as a shockwave that topples a few things (and soldiers) that you'll apologize for later.
WELL♫♪
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"BRING IT ON, LOSER LADY!"
That'll show her! And when she attacks, you'll all stab her with all your weapons. She can't defend against several dozen stabs!
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That's fine by you, because them huddling together like that just makes it that much easier. Without another word, you slam forward toward them, thinking you'll take a moment to enjoy the looks on their faces as their blades either bend or break against your skin.
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You, and your fellow Dersites, try to punch her in the face.