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// Theres too many of you bitches to tag but enjoy shittily drawn "Goober Versions" Of your muses
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Valerie was currently fighting against what appeared to be a very massive Embodiment of Chaos. The monster could best be described as a hulking mass of a creature made out of Dark shadows with jagged teeth and a single hole in the front of their face that gave the illusion of an eye. This one was bestial large and quadruped and was trying to ram into her with as much force as it could.
However Valerie countered by turning herself invisible with her special cloak, causing the creature to lose sight of her.
With the creature briefly dumbfounded she revealed herself behind it and tossed out some diamond suit cards that exploded into ice, freezing the creature's feet in place.
"I'd tell you to cool it... But looks like you did... That... Already...yeah..." And she ruined the joke by dragging it out.
However very shortly after her poor attempt at a joke... The ice around the creature's feet began cracking... And with a single strong push, it broke free from its icy shackles and began running towards her again
"...Front of a bus..." She...'cursed'? Honestly it's kind of hard to tell. But she had currently a hulking mass of chaotic energy about to run her down seconds away from reaching her... She didn't have time to go invisible and even then she was still tangible in that state. This was going to hurt... Unless something was done.
AHGs Summer '26: Gambling Board!
"This session, neither of us Seven will be participating, so all of us have a roughly equal chance at betting on someone impartially. Though since the total is 36 as opposed to a 7-divisible 35, the Captain will always have the one extra person on his betting team.
"Nice to see a handful of new faces. We also changed up how we'll be handling the 'winners' of each team. For us the Crew, the actual gambling money is just between us Seven. However, for each final survivor of each Team, we give a gift. And this time--"
"It's not gonna be as lame as gift cards and knick-knacks! Trust us, you'll love the prizes we're reserving for you all!"
"So good luck to everyone these games! Let luck be on your favor!"
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"GOAT GIRL!" Welp, there goes the front door again. That poor thing. "Where the HELL did you send me? Actually, screw that. I got a better question. WHY!?" Oh you know why Laharl, don't be a butt about it.
"G-Grim started it!"
|| 🔷 ||: ❝ ... You nearly crush the forest and town I call home, try to kill one of my guardians, nearly kill innocent humans... ❞
|| 🔷 ||: ❝ AND YOU HAVE THE-- THE-- NERVE TO KICK IN MY DOOR AND ASK WHY!? ❞
Meeting the Family - starter call! | @heroesxdemons
Another day had gone by rather uneventful, thankfully, for the environment he was in. It had quite a while since any chaos had entered into his life, and he preferred it that way. From chasing a headless body running like a chicken, to his more risqué escapades, Malik had grown to enjoy his time in the court.
Just never try to make him admit it, and everyone will be happy. But even then, who cannot thrive off a little chaos here and there? His boredom grew rapidly, so he began to seek out whoever may be available at the current time. Thankfully so, there happened to be an ex-thief nearby. Where exactly? Who knows. Could be in the walls, or on the ceiling? Perhaps behind a painting or underneath a table.
Despite it, he calls out. "I know you're here somewhere, Amelia. Don't make me set off the alarm again." He still hadn't forgotten about their meeting.
"Mere mortals dare to compete in the Hunger Games against ME?! HAH! You all must have a death wish! I will crush you into dust the moment we cross paths, this I swear!" Gods, Laharl never shuts up does he?
( Thanks for the ask @heroesxdemons )
"Oh shit! Listen you don't have much time. You gotta get outta-"
"Hello Little Brother! I've come to-"
"......."
"Is that a demon?"
"...Isuggestyourun."
"RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
"Finally! You second rate shaman, I will be the one to kill you during the games! THEN everyone will learn who is the strongest!" Honestly, you could hear Laharl coming a mile away. The dood has no clue about the meaning of 'inside' voice at all.
There is, initially, no verbal response... only a deep sigh, a slight sinking of the shoulders, and a hand raised - one finger extended skywards in a silent request for patience, as the massive redhead chose to swallow all the liquid courage he had on-hand in a single, drawn-out daught, before finally turning towards the Demonic 'prince' with a mockingly bright, sing-song tone that could only be matched by a veteran of the Customer Service world, and all its horrors.
"...ah, Laharl? A few clarifications, or perhaps reminders for you... One, everyone here has an equal playing field by design so proving you literally got lucky would be where your 'proof' starts and ends. Two, even like this in this reduced capacity, with no magic or unnatural might on either side, my hand is bigger than your entire skull, and I have more than enough simple muscle to throw you by said skull several yards, if not several dozen. Three, while I am not going to make a point of singling you out from the start, I have no compulsions or illusions of treating you any differently than any other contestant, meaning that if you start shit with me to try and stroke your ego, I will finish it and choke you to death on the ashes of said ego... And Four, even IF you were right about everything you think you are, you would still be lagging behind a handful of other past contestants that did in prior games what you can still never seem to manage in the 'real world'."
"I have been polite, and patient, and understanding with you for years now, all things considered, despite your infantile insistence on making me into your personal 'white whale' and stepping stone - despite my giving you space and letting you do your own thing all this time - to whatever 'Greatness' you think is owed to you. If you continue to attempt this grandstanding with me as your target, I will do what I have always done with your sorry attempts to upstage me, and return the favor seven-fold, as painfully and obviously as possible, as many times as it takes for this basic Aesop of a lesson to FINALLY. SINK. IN. Do you understand me?"
🥃🥃 So she likes fruity drinks hm? Amelia didn't want Amp to leave Amp hanging then. Here's two blue Jolly Rancher shots for Amp to enjoy then. "Now be careful with these ones. They'll creep up on ya~" Amelia winked at Amp.
...what if she took a shot for how many times "amp" was in this question...
"Oh, I know they will, but...small price to pay for being a bit picky!"
Status: She's hiding it well, but she's feeling it.