[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.

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we're gonna just do this with this account now. ARIA: Strife!!

[twintimes]

It's the distress call that wakes you. (That puts your real selves into a deep sleep.) And from your tower it's impossible to miss what is going down here.

...you said you'd help them. And they took your word for it. And now they're dying in the streets.

It's a little bit of horror, to you, seeing this massacre, but it's not freaking you out so much you can't keep your head in the game: You gather up a SWORD and a SHIELD and throw yourself into the fray to protect the remaining people of prospit.

[patriachy]

You are a random Dersite soldier.

Your life was pretty okay, until Hegemonic Brute dragged you along to fight on the front lines. You have roughly six soldiers following your command, though 'command' really just means 'hide behind you'.

You cut down a Prospitan, to make an example for your fellow Dersites. You first glance up at the lead Derse ship, seeing Brute's observation of the chaos, though when you turn back to give your 'soldiers' the order to go and do the same as you...

They're all dead. And you're face-to-face with a golden-haired Prospit heroine. Oh. Oh no. You manage confidence in your voice, though. You won't let Brute down...!

"S- Stand back! Or die!"

[twintimes]

You've always looked at the Prospitians as people. Not game constructs. People. It's hard to rationalize the Dersites now. Killing imps and ogres is not the same thing as killing soldiers.

Still. They'd kill you, too. And will, if you're not careful. They've killed people who revered you as a hero. (Some hero you turned out to be.) So you attack the leader, too, and see if you can't make Derse regret this attack, no wasting words, or breath, or Time.

[patriachy]

You, the random Dersite command soldier, are now dead.

Literally DEAD.

You are bereft of life.

You aren't the only one, either, and for once it looks like the tide of battle is turning in Prospit's favor...


...at least until Hegemonic Brute literally leaps from the command ship, falling through the air until he practically demolishes an entire Prospit building when he lands on, and immediately falls THROUGH its many, many floors. He stumbles out at the bottom, just as the building collapses behind him, dusting rubble and debris from his shoulders.

Here on the Kids' Prospit, Hegemonic Brute has entered the fight.

[timeasone]

Blimey, that's a big one.



You can't help staring a big as the Brute leaps into and through a building, demolishing the whole thing in the process. You're not sure if you can handle that guy on your own, but you ARE sure that with the ruckus he's going to cause, someone else is bound to eventually show up.

No time to waste!

Aria: Face the Brute.

[patriachy]

You are Hegemonic Brute, and you are alone on this sad Prospit excuse for a street-

Except you're not alone, you realize, as you turn to lock eyes with a little girl. What? They were sending children out to stop you? Or was she here to gawk? It didn't really matter, children were easier to squish. You'd already planned on stomping Prospitans, so this will be a good start. One Prospit hero down.

"Close your eyes, if you're scared."

You hope she closes her eyes, you know it's only more terrifying to not be able to see it coming. Pulling back your fist, you prepare to PUMMEL HER INTO THE FLOOR. You're so good at this that it hurts.

[appleful]

Your name is ERIC LANGTON and you are sure that those black dudes DON'T GO HERE. At least last time you were on Prospit everything was yellow, now there's purple mixed in and monochrome guys are FIGHTING each other. You see Prospitians struggling against intruders, when they spot you their eyes light up. Of course you throw yourself into the turmoil without hesitation to help. Usually you'd use your fists, but the enemy all use weapons so you pick something up from the ground which can probably used like a BATKIND. And if you can say so yourself, you're pretty good at BEATING UP BULLIES anyway.

In the distance you see one big clump falling from the sky and ruining a perfectly fine building. Whatever it was it looks like trouble. Who are you to MISS OUT on some big action? You decide to hurry to the place, but not without knocking out Dersite soldiers who decide to stand in your way with well DESERVED punches.

Eventually you'll get there. And when you do, a big black dude comes into sight. Was he the thing which crashed down? Anyway, you opt to greet him in an appropriate manner. You take off and accelerate to the best of your abilities, charging in to BODYSLAM into his back like a CANONBALL.

[timeasone]

Your name is still ARIA POLOLANIK and you're having none of this nonsense.

You will not be threatened by some big black carapace falling from the sky and invading your dream moon, so you're certainly not about to close your eyes, either. You move aside as quickly as you're able, Dodging the Brute's DEVASTATING STRIKE to the best of your by now considerable ability.


Being able to fly is still SO COOL. Especially when it means you don't simply land on your face when you leap away to the side. But by the time you've righted yourself, SOMEONE ELSE seems to have started attacking the Brute.

[patriachy]

You are PISSED OFF.

You utterly SMASH THE GROUND. Wait. That was supposed to be a squishy smash, you were supposed to feel the satisfying crunch of utterly CRUSHING someone. Before you have the chance to look around to see WHY you didn't just CRUSH a LITTLE GIRL, you are interrupted.

By ANOTHER LITTLE GIRL. You'll find that out in a moment, because the first thing you do is stumble forward to regain your balance. Did something just hit you in the back? Something had to have hit you in the back, you're a little sore. What a pain. You slowly turn... and that's when you see the other little girl. How stupid.

"...I didn't show up for kids' night"

You want to break them both. You really REALLY want to BREAK THEM BOTH.

[appleful]

You had hoped to make a STRONG IMPACT on the big one, but it didn't phase him much. Was it because you weren't fast enough? Or maybe his body acts as a secret cushion-like armor? Whatever it is you're a bit DISAPPOINTED. You back up just in case he wants to brawl instead to talk it over.

big fatty
GO HOME
no one wants you here
get lost!!!!!

For good measurement you pick up a nearby brick to throw it at him and continue to boo.

[timeasone]

By the time you are ready to face the Brute again, he's turned away from you! You sure are lucky! And you hear a familiar voice, which further RAISES YOUR SPIRITS.

And because nobody has time for PLAYING FAIR when your opponent is SEVERAL TIMES YOUR SIZE AND STRENGTH, you attack right away, trying to charge at the Brute to slash at him with your trusty borrowed sword.

[patriachy]

Oh, she did not. She DID NOT. You thwap the brick out of the air and glare at her. If glaring could set things on fire, she would be impressively ablaze already. But you can't set this little apple child on fire with your glare. She called you fat. She actually had the nerve to call you fat. Big and fat. No. Just, no.

Before you can move to try to crush her, though, the little golden hero is advancing on you with a sword. She's... actually impressively attacking you with a sword. What the? Looks like Prospit's heroes aren't all useless after all. You start backing up, your larger strides easily able to keep you away from the blade. You need to find a way to grab them both, but they're both so small and quick that it's a pain already.

You know what? No. This isn't happening. You're not letting this happen. In a flurry of rage, you start ABSOLUTELY SMASHING THE GROUND all around you at RANDOM. You don't care what you crush, you just want to WRECK THE GROUND all around you. EAT RUBBLE!

"Gonna CRUSH you little girls!"

[appleful]

You don't mind getting glared at, actually you don't understand why he's mad at you. You were just telling him to GO HOME, you don't think he was invited anyway.

The ground deforming around you catches you off guard and you actually stumble a bit. Credit where credit is due, he is PRETTY STRONG. But hey, that's right you can fly after all! It's definitely easier to simply FLOAT and avoid nearby rubble than to be pushed around by the shaking ground.

This is when you see the OTHER DREAMER. You want to greet her, or at least wave at her, but then you HEAR IT. A simple word which makes you SNAP. Who does he think he is?! Just because he happens to be bigger than you doesn't give him THE RIGHT to call you 'little'!

SHUT UP!!!!!
CHEATER
TAKE IT BACK

Actually you were going to DIVEKICK his stupid big belly, but you're too mad and aim for his stupid CROTCH AREA. Do chesspeople even have genitals like humans? You don't know and there's no time to think about it. The makeshift-bat in your hand is ready to bash his head silly. Multiple times, as many hits as it takes him to APOLOGIZE to you.