#kxllerclaws

[parttimepuff]

(kxllerclaws) There was a knock at Samuel’s door before someone poked their head in. “Samuel, are you prepared?” How strange, it looked to be Charles, the old man he met while they were on a mission in Drekigarde. Only, his appearance was different. More simplistic, perhaps even polygonal? “I understand Karkaton is not the most favorable place to be, but we could use your expertise on the field. It shouldn’t take long, if we set out now.”

Whaaaat was he talking about. Karkaton? That certainly was not on Popstar’s map. Or anyplace the Chilly might be familiar with, for that matter.

“Hold on.” Charles(?) paused. “This isn’t the inn. Erm, my apologies; carry on.”

And the door gently closed shut. Should Samuel feel inclined to check, no one would be behind it, though a bit of strange purple smoke would be wafting about.

A knock at his door wasn't entirely unusual, though he certainly wasn't expecting anyone. One thing he also wasn't expecting was a familar, ish, face. The Chilly was absolutely not prepared for his visitor, jolting in his chair. Though they didn't know each other especially well, Samuel recognized the voice of Charles with ease. His face, however, was only partly recognizable.

What's more, none of what he was telling him made sense. Was Karkaton a location within Drekigarde, perhaps? Even if that were true, their shared mission there was long over now. Why would he suddenly be prompting him to return? The questions flooding his mind almost made Samuel miss the old man leaving. "Ah, wait!" The detective called out, but the door was already closed.

Hopping out of his chair, the Chilly raced to the door, swinging it open. Only a trace of smoke was left as any indication someone had been there. Samuel looked up and down the hallway, finding nothing more. Bringing a mit to his head, he tried to see past his bewilderment. Was this another prank? Charles hardly seemed the pranking type, but... "I... think I'll need to put a pin in this one." He mumbled, turning back into his office.

[thebananwithaplan]

(cont. , @lordofthelostworld )

Oh, good. The ghost doesn't recognize him in the slightest .That's one less headache to deal with.

Death wasn't a fighter? Not normally, at least? Now that he thought about it, despite holding that scythe of his, Banana's never really seen it be used to attack people until now. Maybe he shouldn't be too surprised, then.

"Is that so..." A staggering amount of energy? Boy, does Chimizo have NO idea how much DB can believe that. Cautiously approaching to take a closer look at the reaper's poor state, it did look like he got the energy sucked right out of him....

....The host wondered if lending Death some of what he absorbed would help get him back up sooner than later.

"I gotta say, he did look pretty awesome back there, for a first-time fighter." Holding a gloved hand behind himself, three fingers would be summoned from the hidden glove. DB focused on letting a small stream of that excess soul energy leak from those fingertips, and trying to discretely guide it to Death's unconscious form. So he hoped.

"I sure hope he doesn't stay knocked out for too long; I was looking around for him, actually."

[uberhero-chorus]

Falling Star//CLOSED with @kxllerclaws

@kxllerclaws This campaign against a recent resurgence of demon-like monsters encroaching upon the Pata-Plains was... Well, disastrous, to say the least. Though soldiers and students alike fought hard, it seemed their opponent had a secret tactic of some sort. One by one, the armies they sent in seemed to simply lose contact and vanish without a trace. As the demons got closer to the civilizations, the higher-ups began to panic.

Wooyari’s school had been emptied in this state of emergency. Student and teacher alike had picked up arms to get to the bottom of this. Wooyari was in the second group of school-goers dispatched to deal with the problem, as her class skills guaranteed “Quick attacks bound to make swift kills.” She was the only Uberhero of that group, just like the group sent in before her. Alosson, her friend and the Uber who led them, had not returned. Soon, she would see why.

The followed a trail to their hideout that a scout had outlined, an underground cave of jagged rocks like Uji teeth was supposedly the place. Though, she didn’t even get to do so much as peer into the cave when a hole-like distortion opened up beneath her feet and sent her falling into a whole other world.

It would look to them like a falling star of a pale red color streaking across the sky. Though, falling stars often did not crash into someone’s bushes and leave them smoldering. Transformed into a body made to blend in with the dominant species of this planet, the impact was enough to leave Wooyari unconscious. Her pike came falling after her, the sharp tip splitting a dandelion clean in two.

[metalfacedmechon]

@kxllerclaws

Honestly, Metal Face probably needed orders. Somehow, he found himself in a familiar place near a familiar-looking town- not one that he had bothered to really visit, however. Out here, he’d met this ghost and had been too busy with- and too frightened by- it to really explore. But with no orders from his superiors, and with the ghost nowhere in sight, who was going to stop him from exploring?

Although, Mumkhar couldn’t do that with Metal Face. The Mechon was simply too big. He wouldn’t be able to really look at anything without people freaking out about some giant robot. First, though, he had to get a good look around to make sure the ghost wasn’t there. He didn’t want to end his life now, after all. 

When he felt sure that the spirit wasn’t around at the time, he opened up Metal Face’s chest. Out of fear, though, he had to take one last look around. This was basically his last chance to use Metal Face to protect himself if he needed to, after all.

Slowly and carefully, he climbed out of Metal Face, continuing to look around as he did so. Part of him hated how paranoid he was acting, but he couldn’t help himself. If the ghost suddenly popped up now, Mumkhar was as good as dead. And if the ghost popped up when he was in town, he could only hope that Metal Face could arrive quickly enough to save him.

After he took a moment to reassure himself that the ghost would not appear, he finally had enough courage to walk into the town. Of course, he knew that he didn’t look normal, either, and would probably get noticed, but as long as he kept his claws hidden, nobody would likely do much about him being there.

[uberhero-chorus]

(kxllerclaws) Somehow a gift had been willed to Myamsar’s location. It was small, and attached to it was a note. ‘I don’t have much to give, but I wanted to at least send you something for your kindness. Happy Holidays, whatever it is you celebrate! -Kenjin.’ Inside was a small wooden carving of the Uberhero himself! It was not perfect, but there was effort put into it. Someone was looking into other hobbies, apparently!

The cat had been gnawing on a Mochichi bone, which was still relatively damp and fresh from the bird’s carcass. When the gift showed up, he still held the bone firmly in his mouth and continued to chew on it while he read the note. It wasn’t like there would be any marrow to eat in there, so he must have been doing it for fun.

“Mmmyrrr?” He finally spat the thing out as he investigated the carving. There was a scent of hard work and determination lingering on it.

“Ah, I’ve never seen an idol like this before!” He chimed. “Usually the people make these statues out of some kind of stone. I’m pleased to see a new approach to the tactic by way of wooden statue!” He gives the carving another light sniff. “I wonder what kind of tree it came from? It smells pretty cool.”

[thebananwithaplan]

He was still making progress to the lower floors, still maintaining in the dark while disabling more security cameras in the process while trying to keep an eye out for the kids. It's pretty clear that his strategic-sneaking and camera-destroying was not his first rodeo... but this is the first time where it's being for an actual good reason, so to speak.

So far, nobody else has yet to notice him. A part of him is really only thankful that neither one of the only two beings who can sense him being aren't around for this raid. Especially Chimizo, who was there when they rescued Hannah the first time around. Last thing he needed was to have 'Wolverine' there to shred him an earful for letting her get captured again; he already knows he messed up, and he didn't need to be reminded of it in the middle of this situation going on....

...Because Chimizo totally isn't already ahead of him in the lower levels already dealing with something else.... Right?

[thebananwithaplan]

@kxllerclaws asked:

((📃DB flavor text for Chimizo! ))

When the text takes a one-way trip to Flavortown. (Accepting!)