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Post by Mammon on Apr 17, 2017 21:30:29 GMT
Tie Dye DIED Shirt?
Act 1 Men With Big Cases
There’s a universal rule the man with the clipboard and suit goes where he pleases, and this is true for a few reasons cause A Clipboards are terrifying, what are they writing am I being marked and more importantly am I doing well? And B He’s wearing a business suit he must be important better stay out of his way, he means business. Now with all that being said when Mammon walked into the BBA Office of Public Outreach and waltz up to the front desk peering over the clipboard like a god from mount paperwork looking like he might throw down a thunderbolt made of ‘pack your things up you're fired’.
“Vipoi, is expecting me.” he said with a raising of the lip’s that didn’t so much project friendliness but chased it away with an axe, it said in no uncertain words ‘whatever value you place on yourself you’re still not worth my time’. “Don’t bother checking your system it won’t be on it, just tell him a Mister Mendacem wants to see him and it’s important,” he said in the kind of tones that suggested you're not important enough to know about this and if I tell you, you’ll be in more trouble than just missing a job you’ll be missing pieces. “What’s your name?”
“Emma.”
“Well Emma go tell him.” he slipped right into the role of bastard it wasn’t that far from what he was really like more a quick pop down to the shops to get some milk kind of acting, and he looked the part all black lines and sharp angles the form he chose for this was the stereotypical SATAN look which was that he had a long pointed black goatee with eyebrows that weren’t so much as grown on his head but were pinned to his face, so all he needed now was the red devil suit and the look would be complete, or if he needed a quick change a top hat and a lady to saw in half he’d become a magician.
He leaned on the counter for maximum comfort a real master of the art of slouching, he reached into his pocket flipping out a cigarette rolling it along the back of his hand sliding it between his fingers and when it brushed under the palm of his hand he made it vanish and reappear in the mouth of the receptionist lit and smoking its smoky tendrils. “Shouldn’t smoke in here.”
Base PL: 90,525 SUPPRESSED PL: 13
➣ [UT] DECIEVER ▪ The user is able to change their appearance, they may not disguise themselves as another person, and someone with Ki sensing can break through it if they're concentrating on him.
➣ [UT1] ENERGY SUPPRESSION
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Post by Chai on Apr 20, 2017 0:38:23 GMT
| TIE DYE DIED SHIRT? || CHAI'S PL: 1 (KI SETTING/HW) | | GUARDIA'S PL: 57,216
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| GAIN BONUSES: HEAVY WEIGHTS + T3 HOUSE | | MULTIPLIERS: +125% PL |
"Watch out, G."
'...Ack, there goes my bishop.'
Chai and his faithful sword partner, Guardia, were in the midst of a heated game of chess. The two were twiddling their thumbs at this BBA HQ's lobby, sitting at a table a ways away from the receptionist. But the building was mostly deserted at this point. It was hard to believe how quickly things could go from zero to a hundred, although it was a concept Chai was familiar with.
The otherworldly zoan was minding his own business, having decided to stop by the headquarters to get better acquainted with his coworkers. All of them were nice enough, though Chai had not met any other members of KAOS besides himself, Guardia, and Vivian, whom applied with him when the goat initially met with Vi. Captain Nova was also in the KAOS Squad, though Chai had yet to meet the reveled hero face to face. Things were oddly quiet- Chai expected a much larger force in the Blue Banner Army's most prominent and powerful squadron. Oh well- as one of the more reliable members of the Ki Assault Operation Squadron, Chai had to make a name for the army. Maybe he could even make a name for himself like Nova did, and lure in some more recruits. But with Vi-Poi at the mantle, the Earth had little to fret over.
The goat was sitting down and reading a newspaper when alarms began to blare- Vi had sent out a mass call for KAOS and Co. to report to Satan City! Tight commands were issued, and the force was on the move. Apparently some kid was trying to take over the city! Yet, Chai had to stay behind to hold down the fort at headquarters for the Premier, much to Guardia's dismay. The sword wanted a proper fight he could win and be proud of. When he and Chai knocked down several Oozarus like dominoes, the sword could only get a certain amount of entertainment...
'...There goes my other bishop.' Guardia remarked while Chai gave his partner a sly smirk. '...And my horse thing.' The blade sighed, rolling his single eye. "Annnnd check." Chai seemed to be enjoying himself as they passed the time, at the very least. The sword was begging for something, anything, to happen. And it seemed Guardia got his wish.
An odd man walked in, sending Chai's suspicious into overdrive. He was not one to judge by appearances most of the time, but this man had an odd ki, coupled by his... unsettling demonic appearance. Chai set down one of the chess pieces he was moving, tilting his head and staring at the stranger. Guardia turned his form around as well, eyeing the fellow demon. And what a character he was! Suspicions grew when the stranger, "Mister Mendacem", wanted to see this big boss Vi himself! Chai and Guardia exchanged glances, giving eachother quick nods of silent recognition.
"Excuse me, sir!" Chai resounded, standing up tall and raising a hand. "Vi-Poi is currently out and about at the moment. Plan R is in execution around Satan City-- biiiiig stuff, long story short." The goat spoke, raising a finger with a meek smile. Appearances could be deceiving... Despite Mammon's odd appearance and off-putting gesticulations, Chai was willing to give this fellow a shot. "I am Chai- Chai Schala. This is my partner, Guardia." The goat spoke, gesturing to the sword that had just hopped up beside him like some kind of possessed pogo stick. 'Wassup, amigo?' The sword questioned, pointing his crossguards forwards like finger guns- minus the fingers. Chai shot Guardia a quick glare, hushing the snarky sword quickly. With a quick bow of his horned head, the otherworldly zoan continued. "We are operatives of KAOS. If you'd like, we can pass on whatever business you have to the Premier when he returns."
"So... What brings you here, stranger?"
TAGS: Mammon
OOC NOTES: Vi's busy teaching some kiddos their place in the food chain. Have a Chai to hold you over!
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Post by Mammon on Apr 20, 2017 4:42:25 GMT
Tie Dye DIED Shirt?
A Goat Too MANY
He turned at glaciers pace movement that could be counted in increments the kind you would see in jerky stop-motion films that go with the phrase 'uncanny valley' and 'oh god it moves like a Tool music video make it stop' "Hello." and what should he see? A goat man with a talking sword he turned back around before doing a double take to see if his eye's had been mistaken, they weren't so he stared at them for a good solid minute before coming to the conclusion 'yes they are there'.
"Yes, I'm here to make a complaint about a decision made by one of your fellow operatives." he gave Chai his best smile which was more of a raising of the lips and a display of sharpened teeth in a crocodile grin, a snake-like tongue fanned out of his open mouth tasting the air which in the back of his mind translated to 'do humans have fangs and serpent tongues? I think they do' it was all about keeping that image of a human in mind, but something always snuck through the disguise cause he kept forgetting parts of human anatomy and just slotting in his own, really awkward when you're trying to order a coffee and your eyes start to glow and smoke slides out from behind your teeth.
He offered out his hand in the conical 'deal with the devil' sort of gesture, and yes he had forgotten the nails too. Too sharp, this illusion was like an ill-fitting suit each time he moved he pulled the lining frayed the coat and pulled off a button. "Excuse the-" he paused a moment deciding it might be best to ditch the suit before his face started to melt or something, where once stood a man who looks like a business demon there stood an actual business demon, he had pale features an expression permanently stuck in some kind of toothy leer that suggested 'you wouldn't want to meet me on a dark stormy night, or really even a pleasantly sunny day'. "I am called Mammon, pleasure to meet you Ch-ai Schala." he stretched out his name pronouncing each syllable as if engraving it to memory.
"You see Chai, may I call you Chai? I am currently banned from earth, I've come to discuss the sentence." he said the words 'banned from earth' like it was just a tiring formality and he'd slide you a tenner and get it over and done with. "As I believe the proclamation never followed the correct channels, or is due process dead?" he motioned over to the seats where once a chess game was played and sat down. "Now I'm not sure you can rescind that, so while we wait for someone higher up on the food chain why don't we play a little game." he made a deck of cards appear in his hand which is the backyard magicians equivlet of 'hello'. "These are tarrot cards, some believe they can tell the future I will tell yours. And while I do this you'll take a gander at my moral character and either give me a glowing review to the big boss." he made the cards dance between his finger's flowing like water as they bound up and over the knuckles and back down before being shuffled back into the deck like some strange finger ran conveyor belt. "Or tell him I'm some kind of monster, a very polite one at that."
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Post by Chai on Apr 23, 2017 0:23:18 GMT
| TIE DYE DIED SHIRT? || CHAI'S PL: 1 (KI SETTING/HW) | | GUARDIA'S PL: 57,216
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| GAIN BONUSES: HEAVY WEIGHTS + T3 HOUSE | | MULTIPLIERS: +125% PL |
Chai's cheeks puffing out with a raised brow when the man spoke of wanting to file a complaint. As evidenced by a few beads of sweat and a quick glare from Guardia, the duo weren't sure what to make of it. Chai was a big softie to just about everyone he met, sure, but even the goat had to draw a line in the sand. Still, this demon seemed polite enough so far, despite his... strange smile and greeting. Maybe it was just a little complaint, like maybe someone forgetting to take out the trash, or not cleaning the dishes. What was the worst that could happen? Guardia had several guesses.
Mammon extended his hand forwards, presumably for a nice, completely harmless greeting handshake. But before Chai could accept the gesture, his guest spoke once more, causing the goat to curiously tilt his head... Excuse the what? But within seconds, the demon's form shifted, causing Chai to finch and take a step back, shapeshifting to that of a literal, living, breathing business demon. 'Oh. You're one of those demons...' Guardia commented, his washed out tone evident with some confusion. He had seen every single type of demon back in his days in the Demon Realm and Hell. There were the "genie" demons that served others blindly, the god complex ones, the sensible ones (Which only consisted of Guardia and his clan), the strange ones that made demonic deals with others, and many, many more. The blade's suspicions seemingly were confirmed now, to say the least. 'That's neato. I'm a demon too! Just kinda... stuck in this sword for now.'
Despite Mammon's off-putting appearance, Chai returned the handshake with a smile and a wave nonetheless. He was a talking goat with a sword partner- nobody to judge, no? The man, Mammon, stretched out Chai's name oddly enough, then just asked if he could call him Chai. "Yeah, that's fine." Chai responded with a meek scratch on the back of his head and a smile. But that smile quickly faded once Mammon brought up his purpose- to dismiss a ban from the Earth issued by Vi-Poi! 'Ohhhh nooooo.' Guardia commented. Vi was nice enough- the last time he banned someone was because they killed someone and betrayed the Blue Banner Army, apparently. Bans were no light thing... What did this "Mammon" even do to be issued of the Earth? It wasn't anything good, that was for sure. Chai just had to be careful.
Chai just shrugged when Mammon questioned the proccess. "If Vi says it, it's final. Not much a lowly foot soldier like I can do to help you there buddy." The goat closed his eyes. He could just tell Mammon to fuck back off the planet, but that wasn't very kind. Glancing to the side wearily, the goat continued. "..But I don't think you want the big boss to catch you here. He's probably awful stressed out on the battlefield already, and coming home to this?" Chai concluded with a gesture to Mammon. Nonetheless, the demon was aware that Chai wasn't exactly a person to go to right now. So while they were waiting, they would play... a game? The goat raised a brow, confused.
Those Tarot Cards apparently told the future of someone...? A quick 'Uuuugh' echoed from Guardia, and the sword slumped into his sheath. He was not one for superstitions, clearly. This whole process would evidently help Chai judge Mammon's character as well. Chai remained silent with a puzzled face, a swarm of thoughts buzzing around his head... Nonetheless, he reached out and took one of the hovering cards on the far right side, flipping it over and looking at whatever was on the other side...
TAGS: Mammon
OOC NOTES: -concerned goat bleats-
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Post by Mammon on Apr 23, 2017 10:24:39 GMT
Tie Dye DIED Shirt?
The Devil Is In The Details
"Yes, one of those." he took up his card's again as the faint slapping of paper on paper as he did increasingly more difficult movements to follow, he made them arc and glide along his finger's like a trained animal it reared up and down, up and down, up, down. He sat them face down on the table. "Trapped in steel and bound to serve." one down how many more to go? He'd be the first to say the demon deserved to be hog tied to the bit of metal, it meant there was one less demon he'd have to compete with. "What a way to go." He set out three cards on the table.
"Past, Present and Future. The first card tells the past." he let Chai turn the first card over revealing 'The Hanged man' and just like its namesake there hung a hanged man "The second tells the present." he handed over the second to reveal 'The Lover' it depicted an angelic being offering alms to a wounded soldier. He stopped hovering his hand over the final not handing it over. "I'll take my chances with the Vi-Poi, I'm actually a big fan. He's one of the most successful tyrants in the galaxy any demon worth his 'salt' would respect that."
"Chai, would you like to know my crime? I robbed a bank and failed," he stated this without any particular emotion like someone reading out the newest car deal in the paper 'ten percent off!' "no casualties mind you I was very careful about that. But that's not why I was sentenced, I was banned from earth for sarcasm cause I was mean and it wasn't by Vi-Poi either." he set down the last card on the table keeping a finger on it.
"But I tell you this the ban itself served no point." he had a serpent's cadence how he drew out the words made them tangible, appealing. "To be honest, I could sneak onto earth as I please and no would ever notice me. And besides this allows the BBA to keep a tab on me, instead of me right out of the gate pulling a disappearing trick and only appearing to do something critical." he made the word 'critical' synonymous with phrases like 'and then it happened' and 'thousands dead in attack'. "Not that I'd do anything critical mind you, besides I might have information to trade for my pardon."
"So do you have a future?" he looked down meaningfully at the card on the chess board.
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Post by Chai on Apr 29, 2017 19:54:09 GMT
| TIE DYE DIED SHIRT? || CHAI'S PL: 1 (KI SETTING/HW) | | GUARDIA'S PL: 57,216
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| GAIN BONUSES: HEAVY WEIGHTS + T3 HOUSE | | MULTIPLIERS: +125% PL |
'Oi! What's that supposed to mean?!' Guardia snapped when Mammon spoke of a demon "trapped to steel and bound to serve." Well, Guardia's hilt was steel, and he arguably served Chai. But that wasn't proper terminology for the inseparable duo! Guardia took offense. He took much offense. 'Chai is my BESTIE. Too good for this world, mind you.' He floated forwards, staring down the demon and his cards. "Eheheh..." Chai forced a smile and chuckle in response to his partner, before sending an ignored, pleading glance for Guardia to stop. The sword floated back to Chai, folding his crossguards after landing in his sheath. 'I ain't a slave or anything. We're partners.' Chai sighed, rolling his eyes. "Don't jump to conclusions, Guardia." Chai spoke meekly, offering an apologetic smile to Mammon. 'Meh.'
Back to the cards. Turning over the first one, Chai would wince at the image of a hanging man. That didn't look pleasant. But what did it mean? It told the tale of Chai's past, apparently... Maybe it was related to all of the suffering back in Universe Five? The second one, offered by Mammon, had an image of an angel and some wounded soldiers- a much more pleasant image that eerily reminded Chai of the present. But before the last card telling the future was handed over, Chai would raise a brow as Mammon began to speak.
"Hm?" Chai questioned, raising one of his ears a little. Mammon apparently respected the "tyrant" Vi-Poi, causing Chai's eyes to narrow a little. "...I've seen more successful. Truuuust me." He spoke with a light chuckle, then a weary and tired glance to the side. He was from a world with a galactic tyrant who won... Not an easy upbringing for Chai, to say the very least.
Next came WHY Mammon was banned... And it was kind of underwhelming. Being snarky and mean, robbing a bank and failing with no casualites. "Wow." Chai remarked, rather shocked by the smallness of the event. And Vi wasn't the one to issue the ban either! "Jeez, that's rough." He commented while rolling his head back. "If I could, I'd take that ban back right now. That's bad, yes, but not ban worthy!" The goat sighed. "Or maybe I'm just being too nice. I don't know."
Guardia huffed, piping up after Chai. 'Who issued this ban, anyways?' The blade questioned, raising his brow. 'Because if snarkiness is a reason to ban, then why am I still here?!' Guardia resounded as his eye went comically wide. Chai stifled a laugh in response to his partner, although eerie seriousness took air once more when Mammon spoke again. He did seem nice enough, despite his wrongdoings... But the whole concept of "something critical" rubbed Chai the wrong way.
"Just... don't do the whole bank robbery again, and we're cool."
'Or, y'know, crime in general.'
But once again, the cards became a topic. Chai took a breath in, flipping over the card lying on the table. On it lied a picture of some kind of angel with a trumpet, and people with their arms spread below. The word "JUDGEMENT" was inscribed on the bottom. Upon a second glance, it seemed like the people below were standing in tombs. "Uh... What does this one mean, exactly?" He spoke, flipping over the card so Mammon could look at it. Guardia was quick to answer first, though. 'It means an angel is gonna come down and toot his horn to revive people, silly.' He resounded with sarcasm.
"Guardia..."
'HE'S GONNA TOOT TOOT, CHAI.' "GUARDIA."
TAGS: Mammon
OOC NOTES: Hooray for foreshadowing! Tarot cards were fun to look into.
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Post by Mammon on May 9, 2017 16:26:00 GMT
Tie Dye DIED Shirt?
The Sinner And The Saint
"Bestie, partners. Buddies am I right?" he said with such sarcasm and contempt that in those words you could crush all kindness down to a thin paste not even enough to season a very angry chicken. "I seem to lack the necessary context, you're a demon aren't you? We who know what is good in life. To Crush your enemies. See them driven before you. Hear the lamentations of their women." he said in his best barbarian voice which was really good it put you in mind of a simpler time a more primitive place with big lizards and men in loincloths and women in even less. "I'm sorry if I come across as rude, but my moral education wasn't what you'd call college material, more along the lines of flunking out of high school and smoking behind the watershed kind of education." he paused a moment going wistful and taking a step down memory lane where everything is rose tinted and nostalgia is bread and butter and everything else. "It runs in the blood I suppose."
"If I could, I'd take that ban back right now. That's bad, yes, but not ban worthy!"
"I was banned by eyeliner, the guy who looks like he might cut himself at any given time." he made a short gesture with a wave of his hand miming cutting his wrist with one sharp nail. "A wretched creature if ever there was one, and he was with a short girl red hair." he looked at Chai to gauge his reaction like the teacher about to mark down a student talking during a test. "She's a killer you know, she has that look." not that he could really point fingers after all he saw that look every day when he looked in the mirror, but he fancied himself a dashing rogue, a scamp, a scoundrel, free spirit which made up for all the wrong he had done or so he thought. "I wouldn't turn my back to her if you don't want a gut full of steel."
"Uh... What does this one mean, exactly?"
'It means an angel is gonna come down and toot his horn to revive people, silly.' He chuckled in a polite tone to Guardias joke before speaking. "My, if your friend is as sharp as his wit you'd be a force to be reckoned with." and he bought his pointer finger to the base of the card pointing at the judged. "But the card itself refers to judgement, usually the final kind the ones with sentences like 'and he was judged', 'the final score', and my personal favourite." and sparks leapt from his fingers licking at the card with tongues of fire and turning its clean slick borders black with ash, so it appeared as the angel judged them wanting and left them to roast. "'and he fell'.""So Chai, tell me my future." his lip's broke into a cheshire grin splitting his lips from ear to ear. "Without the cards, can I be saved?" smoke curled up from behind his teeth in thin wispy strands like someone had lit a fire in his throat. "Can I become a model citizen."
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Shemha
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PL: 396,617
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Post by Shemha on Jun 9, 2017 1:37:36 GMT
Chai WC 1861 - 4815 PL earned. New Total - 101,866! Mammon WC 1946 - 3114 PL earned. New Total - 108,018!
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