trespassers [IC] ALTEREDNU

[Hal Henderics]

-Snowdin Road

 

The Child begins dodging Doggo's attacks, but risks being hit by Lesser Dog!

 

Waiting until the perfect moment, Rachel fires her inferno pistols at Doggo's doggers!

 

(5, 14) One of the blades explodes, but Rachel's other shot strikes Doggo in the hand, dealing 1 damage!

 

"Yeouch!  Where did my weapons go?!?!" Doggo shouts, scrambling in the snow looking for them.  Their remaining Dogger is laying on the ground right in front of them.

 

Ignia flings snow at Dogi's faces, the snow splatters all over them!

 

They shake their heads in confusion, sniffing at the air... but everything smells like snow!

 

"Wait, are these guys..." "(Actually snowmen?)" Dogamy and Dogaressa question, sniffing loudly.

 

(3, 6) Arminius gives Greater Dog a critical petting, but it isn't enough!  Pet Capacity at 50%.

 

Toriel protects Arminius with a wall of flames!

 

Suddenly, Doge's "Leadership" ability takes effect, and they refocus their team!

 

 

Doggo manages to grab their remaining dogger, brandishing it threateningly!

 

Dogamy and Dogaressa blow their noses to clear it of snow!

 

Greater Dog's Pet Capacity drops to 30%!

 

The Child beckons Doge to come closer!

 

 

Doge approaches The Child!

 

(1d6+3 = 8 ) "I said don't move!" Doggo unleashes an attack with their single remaining weapon, sending out a cyan blade!

 

The Child deftly dodges it!

Toriel takes no damage!

The flames protect Arminius!

Rachel takes no damage!

Ignia takes no damage!

 

2d6+1 = 6 & 2d6+1 = 9 )  "We got second-place at the nose-nuzzle championship of 98'!" "(Of course we got second.)" Dog Marriage says. 

 

Dogamy runs behind Ignia, and begins firing blue and white hearts towards Dogaressa!

 

Ignia takes halved damage by not moving, and loses 6 Health!

 

Lesser Dog tries to tackle Arminius for pets, but is blocked by the flames!

 

Greater Dog tries to tackle Arminius for pets, but is blocked by the flames!

 

Doge spins their spear until it ignites, increasing her damage!

 

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Rachel: 26/28

Arminius: 16/24

Ignia: 50/56, Guts X2

Toriel: Healthy

The Child: Healthy, Malicious Orange: The user has hotfeet, and can't stop moving! Choose two enemies, one deals no damage, but the other deals quadrupled!

 

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Doggo: -1 Health, Can only see Moving Things, On Guard, Half-Disarmed

Dogamy: Smitten, Smells only? On Guard

Dogaressa: Smitten, Smells only? On Guard

Lesser Dog: Healthy, On Guard

Greater Dog: Healthy, On Guard, 30% Pet Capacity

Doge: -98 Health, On Guard, Flame Spear

 

-True Lab

 

(1, 11) Prodditor tries to mind control one of the Memoryheads... But it is too determined!

 

Nader fires more bullets, obviously!

 

"C̶O̵M̴E̷ ̵J̷O̵I̸N̶ ̷T̷H̴E̵ ̸F̶U̵N̸" "C̶O̵M̴E̷ ̵J̷O̵I̸N̶ ̷T̷H̴E̵ ̸F̶U̵N̸" "C̶O̵M̴E̷ ̵J̷O̵I̸N̶ ̷T̷H̴E̵ ̸F̶U̵N̸"

 

 

Asgore says firmly, prepared to protect each side from one another.

 

The memoryheads roll their eyes, and instantly lose interest in the party.

 

"̵O̷h̵ ̵w̸e̸l̴l̶.̷.̴.̶"̶  ̶"̶T̵h̵a̸t̸'̵s̵ ̵a̵ ̶s̵h̵a̵m̸e̶"̸  ̸"̶M̴a̶y̵b̵e̵ ̸n̶e̴x̴t̴ ̴t̵i̵m̴e̷"̵

 

The FIGHT ends, and the entities phase out of existence.

 

 

[kj1225]

Arminius whistles at the two dogs trying to tackle him before speaking. "Settle down, I have two hands! Be good or neither of you will be getting petted!" Arminius seems to be having a lot of fun with this.

Arminius uses the super secret forbidden technique, Double Petting Stance. By splitting the dog's attentions to only one half of him, he can brace himself for attacks from both sides, while countering at minimal losses.

 

Spoiler

HP:  24
Moves: 1
 
Stats:
 
Essence: 10
 
Constitution: 2
 
Dexterity:  2
 
Intelligence: 3
 
Resistance: 2
 
Strength: 2
 
Synergy: 2
 
Perks:
 Flaw: Only human: The user's stats (Excluding Essence) are considered 1/3 lower, and this effect can be negated temporarily for a random debuff.

Monster Girl Binding Field: Once per world, when a boss is defeated their essence is sapped to create a minion with halved stats. Each boss gives a bonus to player characters in a group with Arminius. Only one bonus can be used at a time and once per plot switch MG mid combat, but whenever any other time.

Goblin Negotiation Tactics: Prices are divided by Arminius's Essence minus the shopkeeper's

Mythriltongue: Grants access to the move "Mythril tongued"
 
Actions: 6
-Actives
Inspire: Improve an ally’s morale giving them +½ essence to Str for a turn.

    More Inspirational: Inspire lasts for an additional turn.

    Dr. Feelgood: Who needs a medical liscence!?  Heals the target for 1/2 Ess
 

Mourner's Ice: Arminius forcibly grabs some of the opponent's soul and takes it for himself. This reduces the opponent's Essence by 1 for the encounter and gives Arminius an essence piece of a type that depends on the person he took it from. 

      Souls for the Soul Forge!:  After combat Arminius automatically collects an essence piece from dead enemies.

     Your soul shall suffer!: Mourner's ice may deal 1d6+Essence damage to the target.

     Death Grip: Mourner's Ice's essence steal may be permanent.

 

The Art of War: Arminius looks over the enemy to get an idea of their strengths and weaknesses. This reveals their health and a little bit about the enemy that is relevant.

 

Perk Backed: Mythril tongued: Arminius tries to get an enemy to be more willing to help the party. Ess V Ess, exact effects are up to the GM.

 

Vessel Fulfilment
Level 1: The user may infuse Essence into an object, breathing life into it. The object will retain the goals and intentions of its donor.

-Passives
Minion, help!: When Arminius is below half health, his Minions gain +½ Essence Res.

 

Nothing to see here: Arminius just looks like he belongs, and he acts like it as well. +ESS to checks for enemies to notice him when he's not fighting.

 

Kosi-chan's Remidial Cardio Routine 2/2 (Level 1, Passive):  The next 2 times Arminius attempts to train a physical stat in a manner that involves at least 20 minutes of constant physical activity, he gains +1 constitution.

Demolitions Amateur (trick, level 1):  Drawing upon his experience with explosives and the Force's guidance, Arminius gains a +[ESS/2] bonus to checks involving the placement and use of bombs.
-Trumps
Mass Inspire: Improves all ally’s Morale giving them +½ essence to Str for 5 turns. Usable once per plot.

    Churchill's Counterpart: Also improves the RES of allies.

    Gorge your Hatred: Inspired Allies get an extra attack.
 

Equipment:
 Knife: Simple and tough. Deals 1d8+([Dex] or [Str]), can be concealed more easily.
 Terrarian Copper Bow of Chilling: Deals 4d4+[Dex]+3 cold damage and reduces the target's Init by 2 points, Frostfire arrows used with this weapon have a 50% increase in magnitude, cannot be used with Fire arrows.
 Watcher's Totem: may be used to create a small floating eye that is either visible or invisible at the user's choice and relays anything it sees within 20 feet directly to the holder of the totem. Eyes vanish after 12 hours or when dismissed. Usable once per encounter, addition uses may be "bought" with Demon-eye essence.

Gauntlets of the Meteor Head: +1 Res. Support: When equipped has a strange effect on one action chosen by the user. Mourner's Ice: All "weak" essences extracted become Meteor Head essences.

Aglet: increases the wearer's Init by 4 when worn.

Bug Eater Armor: This black slime covered chitin plate regenerates by consuming bugs with it's sticky surface.

    Gear Level 1: +3 RES
    Gear Level 2: +10 MHP
    Gear Level 3: Gains +1 RES when hit by a bug based attack, until the end of battle.

    Gear Level 4: The first bug attack to strike the user in combat grants +2 RES instead of +1.

 

[GodofGamingRWBY]

Proditor

 

As soon as Proditor began to peel his way into the entity's mind, a sudden force from within knocked him right out. It was a force that Proditor was fairly familiar with, one that fueled life's ability to progress as well as his own psionics. Namely, willpower. Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to get much more from the entities, seeing as how they merely vanished as soon as their new arrival put his foot down and told them off, "... Interesting. I did not consider that to be a solution" Proditor admitted, hands falling within his robes once more as he turned to the large goat, using his psionics to lift the key on the ground into the air and to his side, "To answer your questions, we do not know. I have predictions, but nothing concrete just yet"  he added, leaving out the fact that the goat would likely have a better chance of knowing more about them than they did... Not only for likely being a resident, but also due to their uniform signifying importance.

 

A small part of him did consider the possibility of this being the "Asgore" whose home they went through, and who was also meant to be the leader of all these Monsters, but Proditor put that feeling on a hold. Appearances could be deceiving.

[DragonRage]

"Ha!  Got one!"  And with... acceptable collateral damage.  "Emperor, guide my shots."  Rachel attempts to counterattack and disarm Doggo again, hoping to neutralize this threat entirely.  He's certainly acting like he needs those knives in order to use his attack.

[Chevaleresse]

"Are they really gone?" Lucine glanced around, concerned. The strange creatures could have just retreated for some kind of ambush. . . but maybe it was out of respect for Asgore that they had left? Or maybe they really did just want to play, somehow? "That was weird, and kinda scary. But, um, hi everyone." Lucine waved as her outfit reverted back to normal. "Uh, Nader? Are you. . . okay?" The man had been acting increasingly erratic lately, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. Especially not now that she'd brought the one who had been going around and harvesting souls for a polite chat. Or, well, he had brought her, but details. "Did you maybe see a lizard person run past?"

[Powder Miner]

All of a sudden, quite a few things happened at once, a bewildering array of new events and people. The strange beings unleashed another round of attacks — and suddenly, Nader felt himself moved, as a large being shoved him out of the way, leaving the armored man reeling, too overwhelmed to make much sense of the situation. He stared wide-eyed under his mask as the large newcomer seemed to just cause the incomprehensible beings to go away by speaking, and he stared for a long moment.

 

...one of the new people was Lucine, he could see that, but the other one... a monster, he could see, extremely large and furry, with huge horns ascending from his head. And between them... there sat... a crown. ”OH FUCK!” Nader twitched as he turned the entire rest of his body around towards Asgore, a motion so sudden and violent that he managed to pull the trigger by accident, a bullet bouncing around the hallway, something that caused Nader to cringe so violently that the flinch could be seen despite his armor. 

 

But he recovered, and pointed one finger at Asgore, and with it one ludicrously overgunmed arm. ”Lucine, watch out! That’s him!” His tone darkened, took on a dangerous quality. ”The King.” There was a significance in his voice about that word — as if it were a vicious curse. ”Lucine, you need to step away from him.” Nader raised his other arm, pointing them both at Asgore and putting his hands on the levers on his armor that controlled his big guns. ”That’s right, isn’t it. Confirm that for me, wont you?”

[Hal Henderics]

-True Lab

 

Asgore looks at Lucine, before moving away from her to ensure she is out of the line of fire.

 

Nader can easily see how his movements become less tense, as he moves Nader's line of fire away from the others.

 

[Powder Miner]

Nader watched Asgore slowly move away from Lucine, and he allowed him to do so, some level of tension drained from him as well. Then, Nader had something to say, staring directly at Asgore as he did. ”Ah, good. Thank you from moving away from the kid. You know... I saw that little display you put up. I know what you did and the killing and the SOULs and of course the experiments for revenge in time and determination and karma and even a broken king is still a king and we won’t die so LET’S BEGIN!” The last words were a roar, a half a second before another loud, loud BOOM filled the enclosed space.

 

Nader fires the Horsekiller at Asgore, putting out 5d6+3+DEX+STR damage!

 

Spoiler

Rabid Tiger Infantry Armor (Perk, Starting Gear, Level 2): Nader's prized possession, a full-body-concealing set of manganese-steel alloy plates with thick, tough military fabric backing, and usually capable of deflecting the majority of small arms fire. The ergonomics of his armor is improved from the standard, with series of small interlocking plates being used at the elbows, pauldrons, and knees, and with the ends of the plates themselves being rounded. It has two rails, on on each arm, that he can fit his guns onto, either so that they can slide when fired or to fix them there completely. He can pull on a trigger on the bottom of his wrist to fire these guns.
+12 RES, Nader gains two additional action slots that are limited to guns of at minimum rifle size, and the armor automatically levels when Nader clears a world.
(Levels: Perk: +3 RES, the action slots, the auto-leveling
Starting Gear: +1 RES
Level 2 (AP): +2 RES

Level 3 (Australia Clear): +3 RES

Level 4 (XCOM Clear): +3 RES

 

Horsekiller 1935R (Starting Gear, Level 5): A semi automatic .60 cal rifle, this gigantic, five-foot-barrel beast of a weapon can deal some massive damage, capable of killing a horse in one hit or penetrating Tiger Armor, but even with the multiple upgrades Nader has given the gun, it is unwieldy and inaccurate.
Deals 5d6+3+DEX damage, but has a 10% chance of missing. Heavy weapon.
(Levels: Starting Gear: 1d6+3+DEX damage, 10% miss chance
Level 2 (AP): +2d6 damage

Level 3 (Merit): +3d6 damage

Level 4 (Merit): +4d6 damage

Level 5 (Merit): +5d6 damage)

 

M3 Sorraia (Level 5, all Merit): A literal machine gun, this general purpose machine gun fires .30 cal bullets and can fire 800 rounds in a minute, with the tripod removed for mounting on his armor. However, even with a solid system of straps and braces he can only fire a burst for a second or two before the recoil makes it utterly uncontrollable.
Deals three attacks of (1d4+DEX) damage, 2 turn cooldown, which can be distributed among up to 3 targets as Nader wishes. Heavy weapon.
(Level 1 (AP): 2/3*(1d4+DEX) damage, 2 turn cooldown)

(Level 2 (AP): Can hit one target with both attacks or two targets with one attack each

Level 3 (Merit): Damage upgraded to 1d4+DEX damage

Level 4 (Merit): Upgraded to 3 attacks, damage dropped back to 3/4*(1d4+DEX) per attack.

Level 5 (Merit): Damage reupgraded to 1d4+DEX per attack)

 

Mk. 3 Osprey (Level 4): A much more tame rifle than his other weaponry, the Osprey rifle is chambered in 7.62mm, with a 10 round magazine and with the Mk. II Eagle Scope, and is a very accurate weapon, as well as not being a weapon that would blow a man to pieces. Meant for snipers, Nader uses it when he needs precision, and holds it rather than mounts it.
Deals 3d6+DEX damage and if the target has a dodge chance they must pass a DEX check (vs damage that would be dealt, if the GM chooses to use a DC) or they fail to dodge. Rifle-sized, not heavy.

(Level 2 (Merit): Damage upgraded to 2d4+DEX.

Level 3 (Merit): Damage upgraded to 3d4+DEX

Level 4 (Merit): Damage upgraded to 3d6+DEX)

 

Personal Assault Weapon (Level 3): Unimpressed with the piddly little PDW he got in Australia, Nader gave it a bigger, full rifle sized chassis, entirely ruining the point of the weapon but making it more likely to hit on target. He also modified it to be automatic, completely changing the gun’s mechanism.
2d4+DEX damage, or instead can stun 1 enemy for 1 turn, at the expense of rendering the gun unusable for a 3 turn cooldown. Rifle-sized, not heavy.
(Level 1: 1d4+DEX damage
Level 2 (Merit): Upgraded to 2d4+DEX damage, counts as rifle sized.
Level 3 (Merit): Given the ability to stun an enemy for 1 turn, at the cost of a 3 turn cooldown for the whole gun.

 

 

UF-XW-US Gut Punch (Level 5): This "underbarrel" shotgun is actually just a flat-out normal sized pump-action shotgun built by Nader, which has a rig with metal loops that can be cinched over another gun. It is at its best when fired at an approaching enemy, or when time is taken to line the spread up.

The UF-XW-US “Gut Punch” deals 3d6+Dex damage, but an action can be used to pump the gun, which lasts until Nader is attacked/the gun is fired. If Nader is attacked in melee, the “Gut Punch” will automatically fire and deal 5d6+Dex damage, which is applied before the opponent’s attack lands.

(Level 2 (Merit): Damage upgraded to 2d6+DEX, 4d6+DEX w/ pump

Level 3 (Merit): Damage upgraded to 3d6+DEX, 5d6+DEX w/ pump

Level 4 (Merit): Damage upgraded to 4d6+DEX, 6d6+DEX w/ pump

Level 5 (Merit): Damage upgraded to 5d6+DEX, 7d6+DEX w/ pump)

 

UFS-XW-AAL “Tigerseye” (Level 3): A motherfucking laser cannon, developed by Nader with advanced materials, a manual on laser gun maintenance, and a lot of time and work. This thing fires several small lasers in a sweeping pattern design to cut the surface of what it hits into pieces. 

The Tigerseye deals 4d6+Dex damage, and reduces RES by five when it hits a target. However, it can only fire three times before needing to be reloaded, which requires new power supplies in order to do so.

(Level 2 (Merit): RES decrease increased to four.

Level 3 (Merit): RES decrease increased to five.)

 

Akimbo: Nader carries an awful lot of guns around with him, and though it's usually entirely impractical to go firing two guns at once, sometimes Nader can find an opening with which to fire two of them off, or to fire one off as he does something else. It's a tiring affair, though, with the size of the guns he often uses.

Nader gets an extra move this turn. 3 turn cooldown.

 

[Chevaleresse]

Lucine, seeing Asgore move away, had already begun to move towards him again; she wanted to ensure that they had a chance to talk things out before the shooting started. Unfortunately for just about everyone in the room, himself included, Nader was still very Nader; Lucine had glanced at the King of Monsters for long enough, and in her hurry to forestall the action she saw coming, she put herself directly in its path. 

 

Lucine places herself in the path of Nader's shot.

[Hal Henderics]

Spoiler

 

 

Nader's gun lets out a single, sharp bark as he fires it.

 

 

(9, 10)

 

31!

 

Asgore's shocked eyes watch Lucine flop bonelessly to the ground with a massive bullet hole through her chest.

 

 

Asgore's eyes are lost somewhere else.  His fists clench and Nader can absolutely see how the seemingly friendly individual could have declared war on humanity itself.

 

But then the moment passes, and Asgore pulls out his phone, frantically dialing as quickly as he can.

 

If Nader considered shooting him again, A brief glance from the Monster King tells him exactly what will happen afterwards.

 

The phone rings several times, and for a moment, it almost seems like nobody is going to pick up.

 

 

He turns to Nader, closing the phone.

 

 

He kneels down next to Lucine, trying to heal her with magic.  The green energy comes out in fits and starts, only slowing the blood flow.

[Chevaleresse]

Lucine came to rest on her side, propped up by her backpack. On some level, she was aware that she'd probably just killed herself. She felt bad for putting Nader through that - she didn't think he was a bad guy, underneath it all, even if he had his problems - but maybe, something would come of it. She coughed weakly, the motion sending another spike of pain through her chest. The sensation was enough that she felt it through her entire body. "I'm. . . sorry. I just wanted. . . to help." She tried to breathe in more shallowly, but it was hard to tell whether it was actually helping. "I think you can. . . figure things out." She pawed weakly in the general direction of her bag. "There's some cards. . . Sorry I couldn't show you. . ."

[Powder Miner]

Nader, often, remembered his childhood. He had not lived in one of the big cities, and he'd only seen electricity two times by the age of 13, when it finally came to the desert city of Al-Takbir, the city that his village laid ten miles from the outskirts of. Instead, what young Nader Jabal had known were simple things -- the dunes. Watching his father diligently working under some rich city man's car, making just enough to be alright without being luxurious. Learning, step by step, to do some of the same things, though he never truly worked on a car. Eating with his family. And his few years of grammar school, of course, including how he nearly got kicked out for being a hellion. He had been a little bastard, there had been no doubt about that -- delighting in cruel tricks, and scampering away whenever the consequences came. But even that, he reflected, still had an idyllic quality to it. War had always been on the horizon, fought by more and more people far away in Forenia's plains and mountains and jungles, but Nader had not understood it, had not the experience to understand what it meant for everyone around it. Oppression had always been there, too, but he hadn't recognized the fear and worry in the movements everyone made, the way they sometimes hunched down as if trying to avoid some invisible gaze.

 

And then one day, when he was 17, he suddenly knew all of it, but he did not understand it. The threats of the world, of Forenia, of Moskurg went from out of sight to overwhelming, a crushing weight that manifested in the form of the Spectre, ever-watching, ever-threatening, ever-waiting for a slip-up so that he could disappear into the mysterious place wherever everyone who slipped up went. From then on, the air was always suffocating, and unawareness always waiting with a dagger aimed to slit the throat. He thought about the times before that all-consuming weight often, and he realized that there was something about childhood that was special, unique, even if it didn't always seem that everyone felt quite the same way. It was the time before the world closed in.

 

---

 

Nader often remembered his brother, too. Nader had never treated him kindly. He had always been a big brother bully, but his younger brother's moments of resentment, though certainly not nonexistent, only ever seemed to be temporary. He reflected that that was miraculous -- Nader had not deserved the admiration he was often seen with. A mere couple of months before the world had closed in on Nader, men had come to his family's house. There was fighting, at first, his father yelling and shouting and threatening, but eventually going dead silent instead. The war with Arstotzka, the men explained, was not going well. The homeland was in danger, mortal danger, for the soulless Arstotzkans would wipe it all away. They needed people to fight for them. Nader understood by this age, of course, exactly what was going on. A draft... and still a coward, he barely even hesitating before blurting out that he could be otherwise useful. He had learned mechanical skills from his father, you see, he was skilled... was there any need to have him fight and die on the front lines? Surely, it would be a waste.

 

His brother, 14 years old and never as mechanically-inclined, had not been so lucky. He sent letters at first, and he sent them in pairs. One to their parents in their little village outside Al-Takbir, and one to the capital of Moskurg City, addressed right to the Engineering Bureau that Nader had placed him right in. Despite the fear in every waking moment, Nader always managed to find the room to read these letters, at least sooner or later (it took days, sometimes, but they never went unread). Month by month, his letters came in, sometimes cheerful, detailing the little absurdities of war and of living out with a bunch of other men also often confused as to what in Hell they were going to be doing next. Sometimes, they were exhausted, detailing the grueling battles in trenches, the death all around him. And, of course, like so many thousands of letters in that war, they eventually stopped coming. It had been three years later --1932-- and though Nader never learned what happened, he knew. He had decided two things, eventually, in a quiet moment he fled Moskurg at the end of the war. First, he was tired of fleeing. Again, and again, and again he had fled. He had left his brother to die, he had missed the revolution in Forenia. He decided that he had to face the diabolical threats of the world head-on. And second, of course... he decided that children should not die. Children should not be shot. Even teenagers were too young for that. It wasn't right, not for people who were still innocent.

 

---

 

The Horsekiller is such an old weapon that it had essentially become a core part of Moskurg culture. Created sometime shortly before the end of the British colonial rule over Forenia in 1900, the weapon has always been comical in terms of its load -- a .60 caliber bullet, a reflection of the reckless Moskurg appreciation for strength and overkill more than a practical decision. The weapon on Nader's left arm was the fourth iteration of the Horsekiller: the second iteration had been in 1912, a slight modernization and improvement of accuracy. The third had been in 1935, a strange system based on the rails of his gun to make it into a semi-automatic weapon, shortly before he used it to blast his way out of an attempted engineer execution at the Battle of the Embassy. The fourth had been in Australia, shortly after entering into this whole multi-world quest. It had been a strong modernization, using much more powerful modern powder, and rebuilding many parts of the gun to survive the increased blasts. But at its heart his Horsekiller was the same weapon, a gun designed to deal maximum, ludicrous damage wherever it hit. The original version could kill a horse in one shot, almost no matter where it hit, and the upgraded version had blown heavily armored alien monstrosities designed to tear tanks apart into pieces.

 

And one of these bullets had just ripped through the small, frail body of a twelve-year old child.

 

---

 

There had often been a way that Nader liked to refer to the way that he thought: He "wasn't ill, but he wasn't well." After all, it had seemed obvious to him that he wasn't crazy -- he was only right, becuase he always really knew that these things were out there, were out to kill him, were out to kill everyone that they couldn't control. And indeed he'd been proven correct multiple times. The Nazis had loomed, seeking to control the world. Rebel forces in the darkness sought to split his country in two, and to stop him from stopping them. And, so long ago, the traitorous coward King of Moskurg and psychopathic Leader of Arstotzka had decided together to end the war by putting themselves above all others, and putting victims in the way to ensure it stayed that way. The soldiers who had fought in the war. The officers. The intelligence agencies. The engineers -- him.

 

He'd seen it coming, of course, and he'd taken a suit of Tiger Armor and a pair of Horsekillers, and locked himself into a tool closet (something only a Forenian embassy would have). In that closet he modified the Tiger Armor to place the Horsekillers upon his arms -- the original pieces of the Rabid Tiger Armor that he now wore. But he also stayed in that closet for three weeks, unwilling to leave for even an instant lest the Arstotzkan assassins surely waiting take the opportunity to pounce and kill him. He sat in a closet for three weeks, his own filth piling up, a sea of muck and despair inhabiting that closet but the fear so intense that he still would not leave. Only his fellow engineers saved his life -- opening the door and dodging gunfire to throw in food, throw in drinks, toss in bucketfuls of water to deal with the worst of the mess. They'd saved him from a horrific fate, his self-inflicted utter degradation, as he shot at them, and no matter how right he was, that wasn't something that people who were well in the head did.

 

But he'd always insisted that he wasn't ill, wasn't crazy. He'd not known what he was, but damn it, it wasn't insanity! But now, he'd just shot and killed somebody who could never deserve it, hadn't he? A child. A child. Somebody who was young, who shouldn't have been here in the first place, who should have been allowed to live innocently for several years yet. It was an opportunity many like his little brother hadn't had... and now he'd taken that from her, too, with overwhelming, unnecessary, vicious force. Explanations scrambled for his mind -- a devil did it, it was just bad luck, the King somehow used magic to curse him into shooting her instead... but, for once, these explanations failed to find any purchase scrabbling along the folds of his brain. He had aimed his gun, he had pulled the trigger, and that bullet had blown much of her torso out of her back.

 

He was ill. He was beyond ill. Whatever he was, whatever the thing plaguing at his head was that caused every corner to be filled with threats, caused the world to close in on him, whatever it was that made him feel innumerable gazes from other dimensions bearing down hotly on him, whatever it was that had terrorized him with the Spectre... it had now driven him to the point of killing a little girl. And if he would do this thing, this one thing that he had told himself should never happen in any just world, what else would he do? Would he turn around one day and murder the space alien for fear of its powers? Would he take off the head of whoever slighted him at the wrong time. It was because he felt detached, dissociated from himself, viewing the situation as if a third party, that his conclusion was firm: he did not know what else he was capable of.

 

"...I'm too far gone." It was not an option to continue like this, or Lucine would only be the first. His gauntleted hands went up towards his head, and began to scrabble at the edges of his helmet. Nauseating, gut-curdling spirals of fear went through him at what he was going to do despite his state of dissociation, and he could hear himself breathing heavily, hear the sound of his fingers scraping repeatedly across his mask and helmet, looking for and failing to find the hooks that held his mask onto his helmet for several moments -- Nader realized that he was trembling too heavily to easily manage the motion. Eventually, though, he pulled them away in jerky and hesitant motions, revealing his head for the first time this entire journey. And there was nothing wrong with his face, really: no disfigurations, no huge scar. There was only olive skin, black hair (normally short, but mussed up and an inch or two longer in the time he had spent traveling worlds), and the scraggly beginnings of a beard, one coming about because of a month of not shaving rather than any intentional effort. Brown eyes looked down at Lucine for several long moments, and then up at Asgore, and the man finally revealing himself from his armor said only four words.

 

"You need seven, right?"

[Yours Truly]

On 6/5/2020 at 1:50 AM, Hal Henderics said:

-Waterfall

 

Cheering on her snail, Jun finds that they move as fast as they can, crossing the finish line just in time!

 

"Congratulations.  Here's 9G.  Have a nice day.  I mean... Unless you don't want to...  Oohhhh"

Smiling underneath her helmet the whole time as she cheered on the yellow snail's success, Jun let out one final cheer as her snail rushed past the finishing line before the other snails. Her mood considerably improved by the short and stress free detour she took, he absentmindedly took the gold offered up by the ghost before he...realized something. "Thanks but uhhh, you didn't really have to give me anything, I'm playing this for free after all..."

[GodofGamingRWBY]

Proditor

 

There was always moments in life where events happened to put Proditor at a loss for words. The confirmation of the goat being Asgore was a pleasant bit of info, not to mention extreme coincidence, but it was nothing he couldn't process. What surprised him was Nader's response, the armored human wasting no time in deducing their target and firing... Right into Lucine, taking the shot meant for Asgore. It happened so quickly that even the thousand year old alien couldn't react, leaving Proditor stunned as everyone in the room began to process what just occurred. In many ways, Proditor felt the urge to do something about this situation. Heal Lucine, lock down Nader, finish off Asgore, something. But he couldn't bring himself to do anything besides stare in silence. His psionics were powerful, yes, but he couldn't simply heal another being with it, nor did he have the expertise to do so, and to try and further the violence now was quite obviously a sour move, even for him.

 

... The best he could really do now is act as a buffer to ensure things did not escalate further, even if things seemed to already hit a breaking point.

[Hal Henderics]

-Waterfall

 

The ghost smiles, and shakes their head.

 

"The snails can only tell if they won by whether or not I gave you money.  It's ok."

 

"Well, I'm going back to my house...  It's over there, in case you want to come too..."

 

"Or... In case you don't........"

 

-True Lab

 

Lucine can hear water rushing in her ears, and then, a voice.

 

 

It's Asgore's voice, and he is speaking aloud.

 

When Nader speaks, Asgore is frozen for a moment, but when he sees Nader's determined face, something changes.

 

With the power of a human SOUL, even a single one...

 

His hesitation shows, as his magic flickers.

 

Time is running short, and Alphys is nowhere to be found.

 

 

He chuckles ruefully.

 

 

With one hand trying to keep Lucine Alive, and the other pointing towards Nader, Asgore summons a vivid red Trident, one made from a wild and dangerous magic.

 

Prodditor's psionic senses immediately note that the magic is made of Love.

 

Nader, however, knows it instinctively.

 

His SOUL emerges, a bright orange color.

 

 

[GodofGamingRWBY]

Proditor

 

As soon as Asgore summoned his trident, Proditor floated in between the human and monster, still as a statue in the midst of a fight over Lucine's life, "Enough of this. Both of you will stand down, now" he commanded, allowing only a second for each party to accept or deny before he turned over to the King of Monsters, "Asgore, focus on keeping her alive, and inform me of where this 'Dr. Alphys' is. Depending on how far they are, I may be able to retrieve them and bring them here before Lucine expires. If not, I'll simply take matters into my own hands" Proditor stated, rotating slightly in order to look at Nader, "And Nader, simply stay put. I shall handle you once this situation is under control."

[Hal Henderics]

Asgore looks at Nader.  Whatever he does next, it will be based on Nader's response.

[Powder Miner]

Nader looked askew at Proditor for a moment. ”I don’t think you quite understand what’s going on, Proditor. I’m not going to be fighting him. No, it’s...” Nader sighed. ”just solving multiple problems. It’s best for everyone if you step out of the way.” He looked up at Asgore, now, and he get his teeth grit as much of his being instinctively recoiled from just what he was doing. ”Make it quick. Before my mind changes itself.”

[Hal Henderics]

As soon as Nader agrees, everything happens too quickly for Prodditor to process.

 

(20, 16) Despite the king's size, he's fast.

 

Twice in two minutes a body flops bonelessly to the ground, the whole thing happening in a flash.

 

Asgore's hand grasps Nader's SOUL and...

Whiteness

 

Spoiler

 

 

Lucine is already healed by the time the blinding flash ends.

 

Nader and Asgore are gone.
 

And then two more assholes show up.

 

 

Undyne is there too, looking menacing and unarmored.

[Chevaleresse]

Lucine sat up woozily. She hadn't really been expecting to be able to do so at all, and things had gotten very hazy very quickly. There was some kind of exchange between Nader and Asgore, she knew that much, but it was hard to summon forth the details of what had happened before that flash. The girl poked at the hole in the front of her hoodie, feeling smooth, unblemished skin and no wound of any sort - though the edges of the hole were still damp and coppery-smelling. "I, um, I don't know. There were these weird creatures here, and then Asgore asked them to go away, and then. . ." She glanced up at Proditor, hoping he could explain what happened in her place. Lucine didn't really want to talk about it.

[GodofGamingRWBY]

Proditor

 

For a few moments, Proditor was silent, his mind grasping on the wisps of residual energy in the room to find some hint, some clue as to where they went. But there wasn't anything to grasp onto, just emptiness. He barely even noticed the new arrivals, nor did he notice Lucine sitting up until she began speaking, her voice snapping him out of his thoughts, "... Our companion accidentally shot her-" Proditor finally spoke, rotating and gesturing towards Lucine, "Asgore attempted to heal her, but both inevitably decided to use the other's soul in order to do the job. As for where they are... I cannot say. They disappeared in a flash of light shortly after the soul was acquired. That's the rundown" he explained as he lowered himself closer to the ground, now facing directly towards the two monsters, "Am I to presume that you're Dr. Alphys?" he asked, his helmet still facing between the two. Yet despite that, it was still clear that he was asking the yellow dinosaur.

[Hal Henderics]

-True Lab

 

 

Alphys swallows nervously at Prodditor's gaze.

[Chevaleresse]

"But, I said there was. . ." She felt at her pack. Untouched, of course. It seemed nobody had seriously considered her suggestions, not even when she was laying on the ground bleeding out. Lucine mostly just wanted to sit and cry. It sounded an awful lot like Nader was dead, and like her actions had a lot to do with it. She couldn't give up hope quite yet, though. If Nader's soul had merely been taken, and not destroyed. . . "W-we have to get there as soon as we can." She stood up. "What's the fastest way there?" The effect of her determined words was somewhat spoiled by the way her voice audibly wavered as she choked back the desire to flop on the ground and bawl instead of doing anything meaningful.

[StormLord]

"Well that almost worked."

 

Ignia throws more Snow!

[Hal Henderics]

-Snowdin Road

 

Rachel quickly blasts the other weapon out of Doggo's hands!

 

Arminius, however, uses the rare and highly dangerous "double pet" technique!

 

Ignia shovels more snow at the dogs, but hits the topsoil underneath!

 

Toriel heals Arminius's health with her magic!

 

Doge's leadership ability tries to activate!

 

 

Suddenly, the Child Interrupts!

 

 

 

Doge is following The Child at high speeds!

 

Doggo is scrambling around in the snow looking for his destroyed weapon!  "Where is it, where did it go?!"

 

Dog Marrage is sniffing the air.  "Captain!  These guys..."  "(Now they smell like weird puppies!)"

 

Greater Dog has reached 80% Pet Capacity!

 

Lesser Dog was pacified before Arminius even pet them, they were so excited!

 

Greater Dog summons a bullet shaped like a sleeping puppy... but nobody woke it up!

 

Doge is going for walkies.

 

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Rachel: 26/28

Arminius: Healthy

Ignia: 50/56, Guts X2

Toriel: Healthy

The Child: Healthy, Malicious Orange: The user has hotfeet, and can't stop moving! Choose two enemies, one deals no damage, but the other deals quadrupled!

 

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Doggo: -1 Health, Can only see Moving Things, On Guard, Half-Disarmed

Dogamy: Smitten, Smells only? On Guard

Dogaressa: Smitten, Smells only? On Guard

Lesser Dog: Healthy, On Guard

Greater Dog: Healthy, On Guard, 80% Pet Capacity

Doge: -98 Health, On Guard, Flame Spear