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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 22, 2015 1:23:04 GMT
Atop the hellish hill stood an annoyed Empress. The great ruler of an interstellar Empire, the greatest the universe had ever seen, had become a mere student to a kid. Sure, this 'kid' was the absurdly-powerful Prince of Hell, but he was still a kid!
She looked over to a great crystal ball to the left and saw… a jungle. Yes, a jungle. She figured that it was a jungle from earth because of the unique plant-life. Earth always popped up somewhere or other, it was almost as if everything metaphorically revolved around it. Hang on, is that-? A pink figure was seen, clearly Zexama, as well as a young Arcosian with blue-ish biogems. The very sight of it was pleasant and homely.
"I am Wyntre Cold, the Empress of Arcose. I summon you, Prince Beelzebub of Hell!"
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Post by Beelzebub on Dec 24, 2015 7:06:59 GMT
Deep within the crystal, a face began to appear. It slowly grew in size, until only the reddish-pink face could be seen. The demon strained against the glass orb for a few moments, before suddenly popping out like a cork. He tumbled to the ground, stopping in front of the Empress. He shook himself, floating into the air as he gave Wyntre two finger-guns as salutations.
"Mornin' Wyntre! Is it time for more training already?" He looked at his wrist, pretending to check the time on a watch that very clearly wasn't there.
"It's barely been a week! You must really be bored of this place if you're already ready for your next test."
He let out a fake cough, and his voice suddenly became deep and booming. He spoke menacingly towards the Empress, pointing a finger as lightning struck the ground from seemingly out of nowhere. "It is time for your final test! If you succeed, I will teach you a secret skill that is known only by the most powerful of warriors! I warn you, this will not be an easy mission for you! I will not judge harshly if you decide to run away from this challenge. Are you prepared?"
While his face showed stoicism, he was sweating on the inside. "C-crap! I really hope she decides to reschedule; I don't have any tests planned for her!" He thought worriedly. Knowing Wyntre, however, it was more than likely that she'd take the challenge head on, and the demon prince would have to improvise. He placed his hands on his hips as he waited for the Deceased Empress to make her decision.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 24, 2015 8:19:47 GMT
Wyntre would have preferred viewing her good friend and the young Arcosian in the swamp, but her preference had little control over Demon Princes popping through crystal balls. Does he snatch kids through their televisions or poke people's eyes through their scouters, too? She ignored the unfamiliar greeting and stared at the Prince seriously.
"Of course. I am trying to hurry, you see. I mean no offense, not to you at least, but the way hell was described over in the Living Realm made it seem far more eventful."
Reacting to the lightning as if it wasn't there and to the menacing voice as if it was normal, Wyntre saw less than no reason to run away. She was prepared for whatever challenge had been made for her. After all, the Prince had an entire week to make the challenge, so it was surely going to be well-made, brilliantly balanced and more thought out than the ninth move of six-dimensional tic-tac-toe.
"Unless this test involves hugging, I see no reason not to continue. What does this mission entail?"
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Post by Beelzebub on Dec 26, 2015 9:14:10 GMT
Was this girl serious? Beezlebub's eyebrow twitched subconsciously as he let out a nervous cough, reverting to his normal tone of voice. "Ahem!... Very well then, Wyntre. Let us begin our next... Uh... Test." He scanned the area around him for a moment, his eyes darting to and fro. His thoughts became frantic as he searched for something. "C'mon c'mon! What do I do?!..." He searched and searched, until eventually, he caught the glint of a small being in his eye. "Aha! There it is!" He floated down, his eye bulging as he focused on the minuscule creature skittering along the ground. It was an ant. Not a demonic ant, mind you; just an ant who had done many abhorrent deeds. He pinched it between his fingers, holding it triumphantly above his head as he shouted, "Haha! Your opponent has arrived! I was worried he wasn't going to make it in time." The demon prince snapped his fingers, and the ant was teleported back to the ground. "For your final test... You must SLAY THE ANT! Think you're up for the challenge?" Though the ant seemed to be ordinary, he was immensely powerful. If Wyntre were to check her scouter, she'd only see a measly 0.5 show up on her device due to the fact that the ant had mastered the art of Ki Suppression! In reality, his power resided in the millions; a formidable opponent for any unaware challenger. Unbeknownst to Wyntre's large eyeballs, the Ant got into a "battle stance", readying itself for any stomping, squishing, or napkin-grabbing his gargantuan opponent might try to use.
Antony has entered the fray! Antony's PL: 2,004,000! Antony activates [SU] Ki Suppression! Current Sensed PL: 0.5!
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 27, 2015 2:37:33 GMT
Wyntre could have heard the Prince's uncertainty from a mile away. As he frantically searched about, the Empress looked everywhere that Beelzebub had. Whatever could he be looking for? Am I going to have to fight an invisible enemy? Whoever her enemy was going to be, it was very likely going to be a challenge.
When it had been revealed that her opponent would be an ant, Wyntre wasn't quite sure what she was going to think. As she thought about what she should think, she came to the conclusion that she should try to think about what she should think. However, instead of that, she merely rested her head against her hand in disappointment.
There are four possibilities. The first possibility is that Beelzebub has the mental capacity of a dead flea. The second possibility is that the ant will transform into a more powerful foe. The third possibility is that Grugg the Inconsequential gave Beelzebub some ideas. The fourth option, and probably the most likely, is that I am being mocked. No matter. Although, it wouldn't hurt if I said 'An ant? Must you always make me fight your intellectual superiors?'. Actually, it probably would hurt.
Stepping up to the ant, she would have sighed if her facial expression didn't have the same effect. Putting her hand into the deep abyss of her pocket, she picked up a can, one of a seemingly infinite number. An Empress is nothing without a great number of highly-specific, highly-potent perfumes, soaps and pesticides. Letting the can be seen clearly, she shook what was clearly labelled 'Ant-Killer Pesticide Spray' and let loose its contents on the single ant in front of her.
"Please tell me this was Grugg's idea."
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Post by Beelzebub on Jan 3, 2016 6:57:18 GMT
Beezlebub winced instinctively as he saw Wyntre reveal the bug spray. The contents of the can sprayed outwards, covering the ant in a thick cloud of poisonous smoke. The demon prince covered his face in horror at the sight, but once the spray ended, Beezlebub opened his eyes again.
The Ant wasn't dead.
A chuckle came from Beezlebub as he looked at his student. "That's probably the worst idea you've ever had!"
Suddenly, the poisonous gas cloud began to part, and the Ant inside was covered in a minuscule Ki aura. Slowly, the ant grew in size, until eventually it nearly matched Wyntre in height! He stood proudly on his large legs, and began to speak in a gruff tone of voice. "You dare try to kill me, Emperor Antony the Second, with a measly can of Ant-Spray?! Have you no shame, Arcosian? Only a true fool would ever stoop as low as you just have."
Wyntre's Scouter would now notice that Antony's power had revealed itself; a massive 2,004,000! The emperor folded his arms, continuing to speak with the empress. "It has come to my attention that you desire to learn from the Demon Prince. I cannot allow you to do this, as it is I who will learn from Beelzebub!" He pointed triumphantly to his own chest, which wore a similar Gi to the one Wyntre had on herself. "I am the only other student that has gotten this far. It is destiny that two warriors of royal blood such as ourselves shall duel for the honor of Beelzebub's teachings!"
Antony's Crimson Ki Aura burned to life once more. He pointed at Wyntre, and shouted angrily. "It is time for you to fall again, just like the rest of your improperly ruled Empire! Have at you, Worthless Cur!"
The Ant Lord dashed forwards, sending a left hook towards the Empress' cheek! Should it hit, he'd follow it up with a flurry of punches, using four of his six large appendages to overwhelm the Arcosian Royal.
[KP 3/3] Antony reveals his true power! Antony attacks Wyntre with bug-like ferocity!
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 4, 2016 5:56:56 GMT
Wyntre stared over to Beelzebub with a little bit more impatience than someone who was only mildly impatient. "The worst idea I've ever had wasn't to spray an ant. The worst idea I've ever had was to stay here in hell, don't make me regret that more," coldly advised the Empress, almost as if she was sure that she could leave whenever she wanted to. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
That was when the ant grew to brobdingnagian sizes, at least in comparison to the ant's original size, leaving Wyntre less surprised than a clockmaker being told what a clock is. This new information does not contradict the previously-known information. She leaned forwards, unafraid of the literal insect.
"Do I dare try to kill Emperor Antony the Second with a measly can of Ant-Spray? No. Rather, I have dared to slay Emperor Antony the Second with a can of Ant-Spray. There is a difference, you see, but as you have demonstrated, you cannot tell the difference. If you want to know why I know I'm going to win, then I shall tell you. I know I'm going to win because of sheer logic, something you cannot comprehend: I'm know I'm going to win because I know I won't lose. How do I know this? To answer that question, let me simply pose another: 'how easily was King Antony the First squashed underfoot?'. The answer is 'very easily', by the way. To answer your second question, I do not have shame, for shame is the awareness of inadequacy. I am more adequate than you could possibly imagine. Your statement, just like everything else you say, makes less sense than a cookie factory makes pudding: your statement implies that I have stooped to low levels: this is not the case. Your statement implies that I am a true fool: this is also not the case, for I am no fool. It's disappointing how stupid you are, I would have thought that Beelzebub learnt from his previous mistakes."
As her scouter alerted her to the increase in Power Level, Wyntre acted as if she hadn't noticed it. She may as well not have noticed it at all, if not for her planning to mention it in her next speech. Speaking of speeches, here's another:
"Out of three thousand, two. Out of two, one. The distance in Power Level in between Grugg and I was greater than the distance in Power Level between you and I, yet I beat Grugg: you won't, can't and shouldn't win. Correct me if I am wrong, which I am not, but aren't ants matriarchal in nature? Male ants do not have any actual power, there shouldn't be any Ant Emperors, yet alone two named 'Antony'," she pointed out calmly. That was when the six-legged figure demonstrated that a pomegranate was his intellectual superior by talking about 'falling': this was a bad idea. "I don't fall. I don't fall for tricks. I don't fall in love. But above all, I do not fall in defeat! There is a bucket that I won't kick and a farm that I won't buy, I don't fall. Again, your speech implies many falsities. Firstly, you imply that I will fall, which cannot happen. Secondly, you imply that my Empire had fallen: if you've bothered to see past your immediate area, you'd see how much it isn't. Thirdly, you imply that the AE had been ruled improperly: this is so utterly false that Emperor Antony the First woke up from death and transformed into a bee. Yes, it was just so preposterously untrue that a dead ant returned (from here, probably) and changed species. Penultimately, you imply that I am worthless. I might have been worthless if I didn't have worth, which I do. Therefore, I am not worthless. Lastly, you imply that I am either a cross-bred or inferior canine. I am neither, therefore I am not a cur. You're not very good at telling the truth, are you?"
Once again proving that speeches can break the laws of spacetime, Wyntre countered the incoming attack by bringing out another five bottles of insecticide. She discarded the old one but held two cans in either hand and another in the tail before letting loose the contents of the the five.
[Bug Spray: 483047295373957037205839273&28503281$29472020101@19238209(2&28822;$:&2&2949;3$395020:'94743929:93j48481æ8471 PL damage] [KP 3/3]
((I don't know where you went to preschool, but ants have six appendages, not four.))
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Post by Beelzebub on Jan 5, 2016 11:13:16 GMT
((My apologies, Wyntre. I edited the previous post so that Antony's assault is properly written.) If one could gauge how infuriated Antony had become, you would find that the gauge would be unable to properly estimate it, for his fury now knew no bounds. It was not because Wyntre had gone on an incredibly long, yet incredibly quick tirade, nor was it because she dared mention the Great Emperor Antony the First; no, it was because she still had the foolish notion in her head that ant-spray would do anything to her foe. He clacked his mandibles together, laughing as the poisonous gas cloud of five separate bottles of insecticide washed over him. He was once again unfazed. "My apologies, Empress. I had assumed someone such as yourself could stoop to a low level. Clearly, your lack of intelligence means you were never able to climb out of the cesspool known as the bottom rung of society due to your incompetence! Your rule over the Arcosians must have occurred in your dreams, as nobody as incompetent as you could have ever risen to leadership of anything! Furthermore, you presume I am from one of the many species of ants you commonly see on Earth, which are vulnerable to the poison inside those cans you seemed to have pulled from another realm entirely. This is false. I am actually from a species found on the planet Zoon; a place I'm sure your somehow infinitely shrinking brain is unfamiliar with. We are immune to all types of poison in the known universe, and most likely any poisons you might find in the unknown universe."Antony's beady eyes glared at Wyntre, his rage increasing with each word he uttered. He thought it might be wise to attack once more, but he felt it more important to continue this battle of words first. "Again I must apologize. Your precious empire has indeed not fallen; it's falling as we speak! Surprisingly, without your laughable excuse for leadership, the Arcosian Empire is in absolute shambles! The capitol planet of your people has been reduced to an even more inhospitable rock, and your army has dispersed across the cosmos, licking the countless wounds they accrued. Due to the fact that I can no longer stand the sight of you, I am going to keep this short: You are about to be defeated, and there's absolutely nothing you or your flea-sized brain can do about it!"The ant-lord rushed forwards once more, attempting to 'elbow' Wyntre with two of the appendages on his left side. If the strike rang true, he'd follow it up with an uppercut, hopefully sending her skywards. "One last thing! It seems that due to your lack of intelligence, you were not aware that when I referred to you as "cur", it was simply an insult; comparing you to a feeble canine. I am well aware that your race is not based on canines of any sort, but due to your incomprehensibly small amount of knowledge on anything other than pseudo-intellectualism, you assumed I actually thought you were an animal, which is not the case."If Wyntre was successfully sent airborne, Antony would shoot a trio of Ki blasts towards her, hoping to pepper her with small damage as she recovered from the force of the uppercut.
[KP 3/3] Antony uses [RACIAL] Bug-Spray Immunity! Defensive PL briefly shot up to 483047295373957037205839273&28503281$29472020101@19238209(2&28822;$:&2&2949;3$395020:'94743929:93j48481æ8472, which negated all damage the insecticide could have caused.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 7, 2016 9:37:54 GMT
Antony's fury knew no bounds. Of course, his fury did have boundaries, but just like its owner, it was too stupid to realize that.
Antony's fury thought it knew it had no bounds.
Of course, Wyntre learnt that the insecticide would do next to nothing when he exploded in size. In this situation, the Ant-Killer was not meant for killing ants, as its name would imply, but rather was very gooding at angering them. After all, an angry opponent is a disadvantaged opponent. That was when Antony made his twenty third mistake so far and spoke.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you say something? I couldn't quite hear you because of that piece of bovine excrement in your mouth. Oh, wait, never mind, that is your mouth. As you surely know, or perhaps you simply are that stupid, I was not, am not and never will be from the 'bottom rung' of society. Now, to remind you what you had learnt less than a minute ago but had forgotten, I am Empress Wyntre Cold and you are less than an ant. Now that you've brought up rungs, I'd like to simply point out that, as an ant, you cannot climb ladders correctly, thus leaving you below the bottom rung. You might have noticed this, of course, but you were a bit preoccupied trying to realize what brains are for. Once again, you say what you know is not true, you knowingly lie. Worse still, you know that I know you're lying, but you lie anyway. Once again, you imply that I am incompetent. This might have been the case if I wasn't the most competent person recorded in the akashic records: that includes everyone, by the way. Your continued meaningless banter is more an insult to you than to anyone else, and what is worse is that you probably already know this. As you are an uncultured ingrate, you probably haven't read my books: this explains why you don't yet know, as explained, that I stopped dreaming when I was four: I have no time for visions. Not only had this been empirically proven more thoroughly than gravity and Pythagoras' Theorem (which has over 300 methods of proof) combined, but, through seeing the universe as it really is, I can correctly state that you are a sneaping pigeon-livered rampallian and a sanctimonious pale-hearted malignancy! And yes, I do presume, perhaps incorrectly, that you belong to a species of earthian ants, but this is only because you share the intelligence of one. Not only is it quite literally impossible for my brain, or anything else for that matter, to shrink infinitely for reasons you couldn't dream about comprehending. Also, once again, your baseless claims are shown to be more wrong than the statement 'one plus equal is equal to fruit', which also happens to be the name of your autobiography. I have been to the planet Zoon a few times, but never for long, because the only things important there are the Zoon-seijin… and nothing else."
Wyntre entertained the thought that she was about to dance (because, in essence, fighting is dancing with more murder) with a giant ant. She was going to win, of course, Antony literally had three left feet. Preoccupied with the picture of an ant trying (and failing) to dance, the Empress did nothing to prevent being 'elbowed'. Settling back into reality, Wyntre followed the instincts she didn't know she had and tried to get on top of Antony's thorax by slingshotting herself there with the Emperor's antennae. How would Antony be able to attack her if she was on him? Through doing this, she would hopefully prevent further attacks.
"Once again, your words demonstrate your ignorance. For as long as there are Arcosians, there will be the Empire. There will always be Arcosians. Therefore, with the logic you cannot follow, there will always be the Arcosian Empire. Yet again, you are aware of your dishonesty, yet you lie anyway. You already know I'm a better ruler than you could ever be. You already know the Arcosian Empire isn't in shambles. The condition of the capitol planet is as irrelevant as what I ate last saturday. Yes, my army has spread across the universe and is healing, thanks for noticing. Now, I'm going to do you a favor and keep this below thirty thousand words: I am not going to be defeated, there are many things I can do about many other things and my brain is not the size of a flea. I doubt any sane individual would believe anything that comes out of your mouth when they know that even you contradict yourself. How can anything be both infinitely-shrinking and the size of a flea? It makes just as much sense as you do. I certainly won't believe you when even you don't."
Wyntre was very experienced when dealing with idiots. She was once stranded on a whole planet of them. This experience helped her with situations like the own she was in: it didn't surprise her that she was having a nice conversation with a giant ant who knew less about anything than that vase over there. Yes, that one. The fat green one with the wide lid.
"Are you truly so dim-witted and unruly to truly believe that 'cur' is an insult? No, only a wench of negotiable affection could actually believe that calling somebody a cur would be an insult, which you, as you had demonstrated, clearly are. An insult and a wench of negotiable affection, that is, a petty ant could never hope to be a cur. Oh, this is simply hilarious! In your pathetic attempts to try to mock me which only resulted in my entertainment, you said I wasn't an animal, only further demonstrating your ignorance. You sure like demonstrating things like that. I am an Arcosian, which is a species within the kingdom Animalia: I'm not sure if your kindergarten teacher told you this yet or not, but we are all animals. Once again, you were unable to see passed your fog of untruths and have slipped into a state of further shame. One example out of many."
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Post by Beelzebub on Jan 10, 2016 5:20:12 GMT
Antony grinned in satisfaction as his elbow's slammed into Wyntre's chest. His eyes began glowing a deep crimson; a sign that he was falling victim to his race's signature bloodlust. He stopped listening to Wyntre's incessant rambling, focusing purely on the thrill of dealing damage to his opponent. He tried to attack again, but found that his foe had avoided the strike by grasping his antennae and using them as a slingshot. Wyntre landed perfectly on Antony's large thorax, making herself untargetable as she continued to spew inconsequential drivel from her lips. He attempted to grab at her, but was unsuccessful. His eyes began to grow brighter as his anger somehow began rising even higher. "Gah! It seems I must use one of my strongest techniques if I am to rid myself of this wretched woman!"Suddenly, the ant-lords body began to overflow with Ki. In an instant, explosive energy burst from him in all directions! Even Wyntre, with all of her might and intelligence, would find herself hard-pressed to escape the large blast zone of Antony's next attack. If she had some sort of After-Image ability, it might increase her speed enough for her to make a speedy getaway. Beelzebub watched the fight with interest... If one could call ignoring the fight entirely "with interest". The Demon Prince had gotten bored of the listening to the two royalties have a "who can say the most things in a single breath" competition. He summoned a small television, accompanied by a bag of popcorn. He flipped on the television set, and watched Yemma dejectedly accepting souls into heaven and hell. An arrogant soul stepped out of line, attempting to get into heaven rather than being sent to hell. His soul was smashed by Yemma's large gavel, and the pancake-shaped soul fluttered down to hell. Beelzebub giggled. "Hah! This is my favorite show..."
[KP 0/3] -3 KP to use [MP3] Explosive Wave! 100% Charged for a damage potential of: 2,004,000!
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 11, 2016 9:36:54 GMT
((I am led to believe that one is able to now use a tech without learning it in a thread.)) Antony was being quiet. Good, I like my sanity where it is.Wyntre surfed about on Antony's enraged body, soaking in her imminent victory. She avoided his meaningless attempts of grabbing her with more ease than what the act of walking requires. She yawned, disinterested, as she simply stood, preparing for Antony to do something horrendously stupid. It indeed was a good thing she did this, honestly, because something horrendously stupid was what Antony was soon to do. "Not talking, are we? Well, thanks for forfeiting. It was fun, describing how stupid you are, it really was. I especially liked how you demonstrated how you had the mental capacity of a refrigerator. However, you're not saying anything and your eyes are as red as your heart is black, so I'm going to answer the statement you would have asked if you could figure out how to: I accept your forfeit. I won this argument. Finally, I can get the Prince's techniques and get out of this literal h- hang on, just what do you think you're doing?"Well, its a good thing Wyntre knew how to break the laws of physics. If she didn't, she might have actually been in danger. But nope, breaking the laws of physics was now so commonplace in speeches, she decided she'd show how else she can break it... Aligning her ki in a hurry, she attuned her very physicality to the universal soft-spot and started vibrating in such a certain way that her body (and everything on it) wasn't compatible with just about all physical matter around her, forcing them to completely ignore each other. Perhaps thankfully, the universal soft-spot didn't affect photons, allowing Wyntre to both see and be seen. From the perspective of the insanely-impotent insect or the pretty-pink Prince, Wyntre had simply done nothing with no signs that she'd actually done anything, likely giving the impression that Wyntre was just awesome as hell. Pun intended. This was, of course, unless Antony could sense energy, in which case he would have one odd clue which didn't quite fit in. "I don't know what's gotten into your pet, but I won the argument. What's next?"[Intangibility TechniqueSU2 used] [KP 1/3] [2,004,000PL-3,900,000, no damage]
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Post by Beelzebub on Jan 14, 2016 12:06:09 GMT
"Eh?"The Demon Prince turned, looking to the battle for just a moment. It seemed that the Empress thought she'd won. From his perspective, this battle had barely lifted off the ground; Antony had just used all of his energy to try and fry Wyntre, but it seemed she dodged it... Somehow. He didn't really care how she did it, but apparently she was faster than he gave her credit for. He groaned in annoyance, raising his open hand towards Wyntre. "Shaddap will' ya?! My show's not over, and you haven't even hit Antoine--, "ANTONY", "... You haven't hit Antony a single time. Now I suggest you get back to fighting, and be quiet!"An orb of bright pink Ki quickly ballooned in existence. It hummed lightly, awaiting its creator to blast it forwards, but Beelzebub simply held it as a threat. Should Wyntre or Antony pipe up too much, he wouldn't hesitate to vaporize them; it wouldn't kill them, of course, but they would Beelzebub's attention returned to his miniature television. Antony stared at Wyntre, waiting for her to go on the offensive. Though ants did not have lungs, and as such did not actually need to breath, Antony began to pant. It was clear he exhausted himself with that last attack, which meant Wyntre might have some time to deal some serious damage.
Antony's KP: 1/3 +1 KP for no tech use!
Beelzebub's KP: ?/? [UP2] Stuff a Sock in it! Charging! Will be fired if either Antony or Wyntre use more than 100 words of dialogue in their next post, or if either of them scream in All Caps.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 17, 2016 12:58:29 GMT
Finally. The argument had been won. The techniques were hers to obtain. Antony was a fool to think he could win an argument with silence as a weapon. She'd won. Or, apparently, not. This is a horrible argument.
"I don't see how that's relevant." she informed, looking at Prince Beelzebub as if he'd just declared that elephants were fish. He may as well have done so anyway, only an idiot would think that the argument had been lost. Apparently the Prince was one such idiot.
The names Antoine and Antony were linked at an etymological level. It seemed likely that Beelzebub called the latter the former merely to annoy him, although this might have stemmed from a legitimate mistake. Annoying Antony isn't hard to do, of course, he could be annoyed by something as simple as pointing out that he has the mental capacity of a urinal. That, or spraying him with bug-spray.
As Beelzebub began charging his attack, Wyntre let her scouter do that thing that scouters are known, and made, to do. Scout. They would attempt to measure both the Power Level of the attack and the one who was adding to it.
"Very well." she allowed reluctantly, making a disappointed sigh. She was disappointed in Beelzebub for not recognizing that Wyntre had won the argument almost as much as she was disappointed in Emperor Antony the Second for being an inept insect.
Wyntre flew down, her stance made it look like she was expecting to have a nice glass of Fine Wine and cheese worth more than its weight in diamond. From here, she would begin to charge a powerful looking attack…
Which turned out to be a weak ki blast. It would be sent to the ground in front of Antony, hopefully distracting him and allowing the Empress to quickly bring her mighty blade, the Arcosia, into her hands and mount his back, where she would then commence to try to block off his spiracles (only partially, through moving her feet in the way at annoying times) and remove his abdomen from his thorax with the sharp, white morglay. She wasn't expecting to to be cut, but it would be damaged and would inflict great pain. Probably.
"Do you know how I escaped the clutches of your pathetic attempt at an attack? It's simple, honestly. All I did was bend the very Laws of Reality to my will. Do you know how I did this? I could tell you, but I may as well not. After all, you won't understand a word of it."
Wyntre thought about getting high-tech plaster pods from the deep abyss that is her pockets in order to cover up his spiracles and suffocate him, but rather decided to do something far less effective, but far more enraging. So, to bring this plan into action, she would retrieve another can of insecticide from her TARDIS pockets (bigger on the inside) and would simply spray the opening. She decided against this too, for Antony was already too enraged and therefore too disadvantaged.
"Not one word."
She inwardly hoped Antony would stop being such a worthless being and actually speak anything more his name. It was like he turned into a Baomon or something.
No techs used [KP 2/3] tl;dr: Wyntre tried to mount the ant 66 or so words uttered Arcosia used Antony's an idiot
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Post by Beelzebub on Jan 31, 2016 10:25:56 GMT
"WHY YOU LITTLE BIA-"
The prince of Hell's energy wave washes over the ant in a single instant, destroying the emperor ant.
Beelzebub blinks slightly. "Aw jeez," he scratches the back of his head, "I think I just accidentally your test."
He groans and folds his arms. "Well, I guess that means ya've passed, may Antoine rest in peace." He taps his foot impatiently at the ground.
"Gah. I guess I'll teach ya the moves, then."
(sorry for super shortness, this is therev, was just made aware you've been waiting a little while.)
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 8, 2016 9:59:49 GMT
"Normally I'd tell you to mind your manners, what is left of Emperor Antony II, but it is so utterly clear that your manners had been minded for you, and in a way most violent, that even you with your inability to do anything but be dead can see how absolutely minded your manners had been."Wyntre, victorious once again, had looked from what used to be a worthy (if ever there were such a thing) adversary and over to the pinkish demon kid who she had distracted herself with. 'Pink demon kid'. Now where had I heard that one before? But enough about that, she decided, she hadn't quite properly won yet. No, you see, there was one final trial, one final test standing in the way of her victory. It was so utterly simple this whole time, so utterly easy. But now? Now, it wouldn't be nearly as funny. Of course, the Empress did not value funniness to entertain herself or to keep the situation from becoming darker and sadder. No, the hope that she may not die again in the next few hours (or at least not horribly) was all the up-beating cheeriness she needed: she was optimistic like that. This, however, was by its very nature funny. An action so humorous that it would have collapsed the entire universe into an perpetual state of ecstatic laughter if they'd heard it. Or perhaps not. It was an action so inherently grand that the only reason kings exist is because they've done this. Or perhaps not. Either way, it was to be done. So she got out a can of Ant-Spray and you can figure out the rest. "Do go ahead. What moves do you refer to? And, perhaps more importantly, do any of them create Fine Wine?"((Thanks Rev))
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