#voidamphibian

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

Starter for @voidamphibian

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Dave had found out the hard way that his magic now had more... severe side effects in power.

Specifically if he wanted to forge anything, then it had higher chances to explode. Specifically since he had his current equipment.

His tools? His forge? It was all suddenly inadequate. And that had hurt. Especially his location, as it would likely risk his family, again. That was if he didn't move.

So, he had to hunt down a way to get a better forge. Leading him to go further and further into lands of pure magic and fantasy. Making more then a few enemies as he found that there were people, specifically clans and old misers that coveted everything like that, and tried to defend their petty secrets. Secrets that Dave found easy to rip away or get. Their ways didn't work on him as they used it, but he could get schematics and memories. So he.. liberated a few things, and for good measure made sure that those greedy fools couldn't talk about him. Better to be safe than sorry.

After that, he got everything he needed, except a location.

So it took a bit of exploring and wandering to get what he needed. He was in a place. A place that was in-between worlds, and it was a void of anything else.

It was perfect for him.

So, he found himself a proverbial corner, and started to make himself at home. Working on putting his work station and to make his forge. The resources hed needed were supposed to be infused with pure mana and reforged in some way or another. He just knew the material was sturdier than he'd seen before, so it was interesting to him.

And the flames hed use were pure mana, and hotter than ever before.

So, he just smiled as he got settled, getting everything ready to try out.

[redemptioninchaos]

You Should See The Other Girl

@voidamphibian

It was easy to take for granted the skills Colette was granted since Other Self first made her appearance. Her last mark was more of a brawler instead of a swordswoman, said brawler being a female rat challenging Colette to a fistfight to the death.

The mongoose wasn’t sure if the brawler would exactly stick to Queensberry rules or anything, but her mark fought an honorable fight. Colette dissipated her sword and put up her dukes (duchesses?) and tried fighting back with regular, mundane fighting. 

Then the first hit came, not only causing her pain, but shattering her nose in the process. If Colette were any other aetherial, she likely would have been knocked out by that attack alone. Other Self really wanted to come out at that moment to tear the rat’s guts out, but Colette kept her contained at the moment.

The rat left her bruised and battered, but Colette’s unorthodox fighting style and mixture of physical and magical fighting style managed to be enough to knock the rat unconscious. Though she enjoyed the challenge and change of pace, she figured it was enough frivolity before the situation could have gotten even more out of control. Colette summoned her blade, then hacked downward at the rat’s neck.

She struggled to exit the flower shop’s back entrance, limping a little as she walked in the back alleys of Center City. The adrenaline she had during the fight had worn off, and all the pain that was supposed to affect her then all came back to her at once, causing her to wince. Even with the agony caused by aetherially charged pugilism and blood pouring from her nose and above her eye, she couldn’t help but produce a smug smile as she reminisced in her victory.

Colette wasn’t aware if the flower shop had messed with her regeneration ability since it didn’t feel like the pain was going away as quickly as in other times. Her legs gave out temporarily, causing her to stumble to the ground. She hit her head when she fell, though not blacking out from the impact. 

“Okay...guess we’re just gonna lay here for a bit. I earned it,” she told herself, chuckling. She moved her arms and legs around as she lay supine as if she was making snow angels. 

She wasn’t going to lose consciousness anytime soon, so she’d be prepared in case more threats showed up. However, she couldn’t guarantee she’d abide by Queensberry rules with them...

[phoenixfell]

@voidamphibian​ SHORT STARTER CALL.

He didn’t, really, mind having her around.  He was just all around a grumpy person; and he got along best with people who understood that his mood didn’t reflect his feelings towards them.  

Currently he stood idly in the field, leaning upon a shovel, staring at a plume of smoke in the distance.

“It seems they’re taking more territory.”

[antagonistic-arsonist]

(Closed starter for @voidamphibian)

(X)

A gasp.

Sirus woke with a start, the smell of fruits in his mouth and the pain of regret in his head. It took him some time to recall why, exactly, he was here. Here...

...Where was here?

His thought was interrupted as he moved his back, and the carbonated air in his stomach found its way out in a raucous belch that nearly sent a pillar of flame into the air, had the boy not managed to control himself in time. Oh...yeah. That’s why he was here.

The pride of running off with an esteemed merchant’s crate of freshly bottled cider, outrunning several caravan guards and making his way off into the forest by the mountains was one thing, but getting carried away and drinking the entire box...crate...pallet?...However much it was. That was an awful idea.

“Oh...you idiot, Renn...” He got to his feet, and prompty hit his horns on the stone archway above him. “Ah-fuck!-...” Wait...stone?

...Where was here?

He looked to be in some kind of...temple? Oh, that’s right. He had wandered in here at...some point. There were bottles absolutely littering the place. And he remembered there was that...weird humming noise that pissed him off so much. He turned around, and was promptly met with its source. A large, purple portal swirling less than a inch from the tip of his snout. Apparently, he had been sleeping right next to it. Weird.

Within him, something grumbled at his lack of perceptiveness.

[hexadacttyly]

@voidamphibian​  - <3′d for a three sentence + starter.

He falls straight onto his butt- he hadn’t expected to come upon somebody else so suddenly- the last two dimensions he’d passed through were devoid of any living thing- in fact he is surprised he hadn’t been driven completely mad.

With a little gasp his hand creeps towards his gun for protection. He can’t determine  whether she is friend or foe. But his paranoia leads him into making the assumption-

She’s one of Bill’s henchmen!

 ‘Are you one of them?! Do you work for him?!’

‘You’ll never take me in alive!’

[phoenixfell]

@voidamphibian LOST PRINCE STARTER CALL.

He wasn’t doing much--well, technically, he was pruning, preparing for the spring, but there was a lot of time, and not much that needed to be done, so he was taking his time, not stressing himself out.  

Lowering the pruners, he stared, somewhat suspiciously at the stranger’s approach.  It was simply his nature to be distrustful--and he didn’t need someone noticing his lack of heavy clothing despite the cold weather.  

“You passing through?” he asked after a brief pause, golden eyes not leaving her, “I don’t recognize you from the village.”

[paleobird]

Smash or Pass: Av (@voidamphibian)

Assume this ask comes with a cute picture of said salamander lady.

"Aw, she's pretty!"

"I mean... I'd like to get to know her before I just jump straight to 'smash,' obviously, but still."

[promiseofdawn]

(@voidamphibian, Av @ Galen) "Perhaps you could dress up as... a shark? Is that allowed for this 'Halloween' tradition?"

My Muse is now accepting Halloween costume suggestions. Send them in!

"I'M A SHARK!"

Akram and Atoya are just off-screen, pretending they don't know this man