The Cunning God of Death

Independent roleplay account for Ridley from Metroid.

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ooc: Dentist, new classes, and a bunch of other stuff hit me all together in the last few weeks, so managing four accounts at the same time was too much to handle. Ridley here got dropped for inactivity, but I am fine with that. I have been considering moving him to the indie scene for some time and mostly because it’d be hard to run so many overarching evil plots when you look at my other characters.

So as of now, I am unaffiliated this blog from citta. You’re free to unfollow, but who knows, MAYBE I will reapp him back here someday. In the meantime, I am going to focus on my other three accounts and bring in someone that actually isn’t a villain in the future (not ALL of the time, but whatever). Thanks for making my time trying him out here a fun one, everybody!

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Closed: Kairos

[rushifua]

“When you know the answer to a question without a shadow of a doubt is something that you don’t like, it’s not defeatist. It’s simply accepting a truth. There’s nothing that can be done to change that answer. You just have to learn to deal with it. It’ll be easier to live that way.”

Stopping and turning her attention back to the beast. It appeared that he was trying to get a rise out of her. Why else would he be constantly poking her with personal attacks? But all of that aside he had a point. How would she know? She couldn’t fly so she couldn’t prove the point herself.

“I’ve tried other avenues of escape myself. But at this point I realized that it was completely out of my ability to do. Plus, there hasn’t been any reports of anyone being able to escape by their own will. But if you really think you can fly out of here why don’t you try it? What would you have to lose if you fail?”

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Where does she get off, acting like this in front of him? Shouldn’t she be crying, dribbling tears and snot while trying to crawl away in the mud? What a complete and total letdown. He wouldn’t even get much out of killing her (unless bashing her brains onto the road spilled out whatever secrets she was refusing to tell him).

And if she actually lived in this neck of the city, chances were that she didn’t taste good either. That hair looked like it would taste the same as the smog surrounding them. Ridley’s tongue swished out of the side of his mouth and scraped against one of the largest upper fangs, as if that would somehow clean it.

“Whatever you say, sunshine.”

“Maybe I’ll find something. Be the first to do something great!“ Or simply steal the glory from someone else. “Who knows, maybe I’ll let you be the first one to know where the exit sign is. Until then, see you around.“

Who knows, maybe she was right. Maybe he couldn’t fly his way out of here. But it wouldn’t stop him from making an attempt once his wings were better. Of course, he also wouldn’t leave before he let those eggheads know what he personally thought of their whole experiment. Ridley thrust his wings out and gave a mighty flap, sending dust and pebbles scattering.

“I’m off to make a snack-run. In the meantime, try not to get lost on your way home. You might wind up slipping in a puddle!“ With a screech, he flapped his wings to achieve lift-off and shot past the girl, rising into the air above until he was indistinguishable from the smoke curling in the sky.

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╰☆╮A arm is raised, finger pointing at this…purple creature? Nope, don’t mind her as she approaches the creature to either touch the tail or the wings, whichever she can grasp. Curiosity always did get the best of her. You can’t learn if there’s no hands on activity, right? 

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Sometimes you just needed a break from scheming and brooding.

Ridley had nestled down at the base of a hill located in one of the countless parks this city hosted. He’d heard stories of how the biggest of them always seemed to catch fire, so here he was. he lacked the means to create his own flames, yes, but that didn’t mean he was barred from the subject entirely. Perhaps he could... relieve some up and coming arsonist of their wares.

Truth be told, he was hoping they would try to actually say no to him. He needed a laugh. What he didn’t need (or want) was someone poking him like he was an ordinary lizard.

He knelt toward her, blinking at her with bloodshot eyes. This girl smelled... odd.

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“Shall I assume you will not assault me?

     Or do you wish to join the drones?”

   There was no condescension in his tone; it sounded rather bored really. Considering that a drone as just impaled by three blades appearing from portals positioned beneath it, perhaps Dio was bored.

   Though his attacks were mainly linear, that did not make them any weaker. Dio also was aware that it would be an intelligent idea to gain allies; his personality simply wasn’t suited for such a thing, regardless of what he wished.

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It took Ridley a few seconds to actually register where the voice was coming from before he looked down. Going from tall to short and back to tall sort of threw off one’s sense of perception a tad.

He went from two legs to four, dropping himself onto his front legs to better look at the young man with the curled horns. He noted the sparking shell of the creature nearby- one of the larger beast’s spawn. Their armor and claws were nowhere near as strong as their parent’s, meaning they simply relied on rushing prey with their numbers alone. Ridley knew of species with similar tactics.

“As if I can spare the time to play with you,” he growled, fanning his glowing wings out. “I’ve got bigger fish to fry.”

He stomped forward with enough force to leave minor cracks in the pavement. That monster was close by and so were its minions. Ridley needed something to test his armor out on and quick.

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From One Uprising to Another||Open

     Fighting was just another subroutine for Beck. Tron’s training and lessons were so ingrained in his code. Sure, he didn’t know how to quite move well in this body, but the motions were remembered. Even with his hearing significantly worse and his processors downgraded as they were, he still had his reflexes.

    So, when an NPC tried sneaking up on the program, Beck was already pinning them face down on the ground.  “Sorry, but I’m not so easy to catch off guard,” he said with a hint of a smirk on his lips. “You might want to try another program.”

      The NPC wasn’t alone. Beck heard the footsteps approaching and jumped off the first attacker, instinctively reaching for his disc. His fingers curled around the false one. He immediately let go of it, useless as he found itm and raised his fists to defend himself. “Two against one. Seems a little unfair,” he said. “You should’ve brought more.”

     Now he’d gone and done it. As soon as he closed his mouth, there were more. The Renegade found himself surrounded by a large group of very furious NPCs. Maybe he shouldn’t have taunted them. And maybe he might need a little help in not getting himself derezzed.

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There wasn’t a set destination in his mind, but anywhere was better than in the open. Right out of the blue, every one of those sniveling bottom-feeders that polluted the streets were breaking out moves they clearly couldn’t before. None of it made any sense to him. Nothing here really seemed to after a while.

From laser-vision to generating steel whips, it seemed that no two people had the same power. maybe they did, but Ridley never hung around long enough to find out. Thank whoever had been merciful enough to restore some of the strength to his wings, because he wasn’t going to risk running around on all fours through congested streets. Stones, fireballs, and needle-like projections had already zipped by him more times than he could count on all his claws. Without his breath, he was nothing more than a giant purple target-sign for the people to take their aggression on. Sure, he roared and made the occasional lash with his tail, but he couldn’t risk a long fight.

Not like this.

Too bad this city’s designer thought otherwise. The path he was on suddenly became narrower and the trees made it harder to fly without clipping his wingtips. He would either have to hurl himself into a run (and hopefully scramble up a building in time) or keep flying and pray that he wouldn’t smash a wing into a hidden pole.

To make matters worse, there was a whole crowd of people in the middle of something. None of them looked happy. Killing all of them would be too much of a hassle... but he was already in a bad enough mood and he didn’t know if the roofs were occupied. Rearing his back, Ridley thrust out his claws and shot his tail toward the street. A terrible scraping sound began to fill the air as he tore toward them all.

Fine, if he was going to die, he might as well take down as many as he can with him.

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SPHES DRAGON.

Also a ninja, robot, zombie, cyborg, mutant, alien pirate.

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Partner

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His invitation was tempting. She wouldn’t mind climbing inside that slick, warm mouth to admire fangs that could cut flesh with a glance. If it hadn’t promised certain death that is. The urge was ignored and instead she giggled pleasantly, as if the question was made by a curious old friend.

“Ahuhu… not a wish for my own end. There’s lots more to do and my death would only get in the way.” The thought of dying wouldn’t have bothered her otherwise. So many dolls to make, so little time. Never enough time. The tragedy of being alive.

“Blood sticks to me like a second skin. Even if this city purifies sins, the scent remains. A reminder. A warning.” She pushed away the hair billowed into her face and her gaze lazily trailing the length of his body. Jaws to taste, tail to eviscerate, the makings of a fine specimen.

“.. Do you like it?”

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He wrinkled his spine-dotted brows at her, taking another sniff. Odd little girl, but at least she wasn’t yelling death threats and trying to blow his head clean off.

“...Peh. It’s better when it’s leaking out of someone and they’re wheezing for a breath. The smell’s just not the same without the feeling.“ He raised a claw and brushed the tips against his nostrils. Grime and loose scales flicked off, though hygiene wasn’t on the dragon’s mind.

“Have you ever tasted blood before? It’s rich, sour, metallic even. Thicker and hotter than water. It’s a delight... but when it comes from a human? Their flesh is foul. It almost makes me sick.“ He’d eaten plenty of humans before, but only out of necessity. The taste of blood was always marred by the flavor of the meat that followed it. Together, it was almost like a mouthful of stale crunchy seawater. Ridley would only choke the slop down when he was desperate for a quick healing or snack.

Something about her smelled different.

“Is there any reason why I should heed this warning? You must have gotten that stink on you somehow. And I don’t mean just by skipping out on baths alone.“

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Ohhh why did his clumsiness decide to act up now? Too scared to actually move, Joey lay perfectly still on the leathery wing and pretended that he was unconscious. Maybe he wouldn’t be eaten as quickly (or thrown into the trash. That seemed like the lesser of two evils at the very moment). 

Hearing the dragon mutter for him to get off, he quickly went to do so- not suddenly getting thrown off with a tail. The force made him suck his breath in, but thankfully no damage this time around. Though his butt and back did hurt quite a lot from the landing.

“S-S-S-Sssorry a-about that….I-I really didn’t mean to bump into you there. Y-yeah, s-sorry…”

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“It’s always better to feel sorry before someone else makes you, boy.“

And to add minor injury to minor insult, he raised his wings and gave them a few flaps. The speed and power to generate gale-force winds was no longer present in them, but Ridley’s wings still packed a kick. Enough of a kick to blow away all surrounding litter, leaves, and the hats off the nearby panicking pedestrians. He gave off a few more flaps until he had fully risen, making sure the boy had skidded away a fair number of feet. The reptilian pirate still couldn’t believe that someone had possessed the gall to touch him like that.

“Filth. Idiots like you should always know their place in this life.” He punctuated the not so subtle threat with a yellow-eyed glare, then fully thrust out his wings to the sides. With a couple of pumps, the dragon was airborne, taking off into the sky to search for a less busy spot for roosting.

Maybe he wouldn’t go back to sleep. He had to go find something to eat now. Yes... Preferably something not as scrawny.

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Partner

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Intoners were the personified wishes of mankind. Heralds of justice descending from the heavens to rain peace over the lands. Goddesses who held no weaknesses, no equals in the flesh of mortals, had no obstacles they could not overcome. Or so the people wrote. And so, they were wrong. Strip a fruit of all its worms, polish it into a shine and convince the world it always was and always will be perfect.  Humans loved to aggrandize those they worshiped;

But it was untrue. Just a pretty, pretty lie. Intoners had bruises. They could be rotten. They could die.

And she walked closer, step by step, to the only creature who could grant her death. … Well, normally. The details were wishy-washy here, at best. ‘Whatever!’ As Zero would rudely shout.

“… Could those jaws crush me to mulch? Spread me across meadows and allow the seeds of anxiety to sprout? Please tell and not show. Not yet.”

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He’d heard the footsteps long before the voice. Slow and steady, almost dragging themselves across the grass. His lounging position placed his head away from the source, but Ridley was not exactly what you could call defenseless. His tailed remained at the ready, twitching among some weeds like a worm.

he couldn’t help but snap his eyes open fully after hearing the breathy tone that was questioning him. Twisting his neck around, he found himself staring at a young woman clad entirely in varying shades of black and purple. Even with her standing at a ways away still, he could still make out the tiny mark seemingly imprinted into the flesh of her forehead.

“Well... Aren’t you a strange one. If you were closer, I could give you a better demonstration.“ Ridley curled a long pink tongue around one of his upper fangs, but otherwise made no sudden movements. “Tell me, girl, do you have a death-wish?“

He started to rise, using his forearms to push himself up. Now that his face wasn’t so close to the grass below, Ridley could make out an entirely new smell. It was faint, yes, but it stood out from the rich scent of soil and plant matter. His nostrils flared in the girl’s direction.

Faint, but it was there.

“You smell like blood.“

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Ridley - Metroid, Nintendo.

Had fun drawing this jerk.

2016 Mag-pi, Sophia B.

[direheterosis]

“Please, I mean thee no harm…” The stark giant stepped back from a crowd that seemed to be forming around her, gripping the weapon in her hands nervously.

“I know them not, and violence is the last thing I desire. Please…” She couldn’t make individual voices out from the crowd, but none of them sounded pleased.

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With hearing this good, picking up the sounds of discord was remarkably easy. He spotted her out of the corner of his eye, a mass of white in the middle of being surrounded by a growing horde of filth. Not even the fact that she had a weapon more than twice their size seemed to deter them. Ridley let out a barking laugh and wheeled in their direction.

He took great care in making sure that his arrival was as dramatic as possible. Screeching, he came up from behind the ground, throwing out his wings to the side in midair. His claws stretched out wide and his spiked tail swished forward from the motion. The resulting screams were as sweet as any symphony to him.

Ignoring the humans, he kept his eyes on the very large woman across from him. Ridley smiled as if he were a knight in shining armor.

“Are you reeeeally gonna let a bunch of little monkeys like these push you around, dear? Let them make you grovel?” He sneered at her.

“That’s so pathetic.“

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Unstoppable

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“Yes I have, I’m sad to say. The form you hold, they took mine away.” She crossed her arms and looked over the dragon with a pout. admiring his scales and the sharp teeth in his snout. Although he had wings and not tentacles as she did, the sight made her wistful and to a frown she slid.

“I should be able to turn into a dragon too…. but they’ve taken my powers, bid them adieu.” She doubted the creature cared but she vented anyways. It wasn’t like she’d be able to find another like him so easily these days.

“I’m stuck as a human, cute but weak. I miss the rush of power, preying on the meek.”

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A DRAGON? She’s saying she could turn into a dragon? ...Hmmm.

Quite the claim to make, especially when she seemed to be armed with nothing but a wooden toy. She wasn’t even scared of him. A far cry from the first encounter he had with a young Samus. He sat up even higher, hissing in amusement.

“A dragon now, that’s quite the boast. You already know what you want back the most.“

Everything about her screamed ‘princess’, but he could smell something under all the royal fluff. The way her lips twitched with revulsion, the way she dug her nails into the toy sword’s hilt, and even the way she looked at him with her sharp little eyes. That willowy form housed a predator just screaming to get out and rip something to pieces.

“They’ve made me weaker, stolen my might. But I bet there’s a way we can make things right.“

“I’m from Duckworld.” 

So this was some sort of…..space something or other. Great. As long as it didn’t take his feet off the ground and into orbit he could tolerate it. 

“How about you? And uh, don’t mean to be rude but what are you? You’ve got impressive limb length goin’ for you. Musta ate your fruits and veggies when you were a kid.” 

“What kind of food are you used to? In Duckworld we mostly ate the same sorta stuff.” 

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Again, all he did was chuckle. he laughed until he pushed the rest of the stick into the darkness of his hood and crunched up what was left on it. All that came back out was the splintered end of the stick, which was then carelessly discarded on the ground.

“A little higher on the food-chain here is what,“ Ridley said, lapping up the leftover juice smeared on his bottom lip. He stepped back toward the stand, the owner already giving him a wide berth. “Not a fan of veggies, but THIS stuff? Tolerable enough.“

What a curious fellow. He entertained the question as he reached for another apple (really three). Almost on cue, the very tip of his sleeve feel back, exposing what it had been hiding. Three curved purple claws snaked out and gripped the last of the samples, retreating back into the sleeve. No one else had seen, except for the duck and the man, and the latter was already visibly pale. Hopefully he would know what was good for him and keep his trap shut.

Ridley didn’t expect the same reaction from Howard, so he turned back, keeping his tone casual. “Just whatever I was lucky enough to pick up.“ An answer that wasn’t long, but said a lot. “And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if the rest of this get-together is spread is up to my standards. See ya.“

The hooded giant stuffed another apple down his craw and strode off. It would take more than just fruit to keep him content, but he could prowl around and sample things until he was off the grounds. He didn’t need an entire troop of soldiers suddenly rolling in just because one of the other guests looked particular juicy. If anything, that talking feather-duster had gotten him thinking- if anyone brought into this mess came from planets outside his galaxy (and even his universe), they must have knowledge and access to technology that his pirates didn’t even know of.

He had to get his claws on some of it and fast.

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Citizen > Veteran Citizen

Congratulations! You have reached all of the requirements necessary to upgrade your status to Veteran.

As a result, your flight time shall be completely uncapped, but your wing strength remains reduced. Enjoy!

Once again, congratulations on the achievement, Ridley!

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Whoops, I meant to just doodle Ridley but then the rest of this happened.

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⋚ and Desco is 80cm

Current citta height, 10 feet:

True height, 25 feet:

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He’s tall, he’s incredibly tall, he’s really fucking tall. I didn’t say a name but he popped into your head didn’t he?

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