Payn's in Town [Open]

[NiNeLiVeS]

There was fire in the village. Blood pooled through the streets, endless slit throats and crushed and mangled bodies providing the necessaries for the impromptu bath. Great, hulking monstrosities laid waste to Olympus Coliseum and that idiot of a demon Payn was being forced to eat as many spicy dishes as she so wanted- BWAHAHAHAHA!

Perdy smiled in her sleep.




There was fire in the village. Blood pooled through the streets, an unconscionable number of sacrifices having been made in his honor. He sat there, on his throne of bone, munching upon delicacies that would not have been ever made had his genius not been present, his old form returned to him, a king amongst these puny mortals. And that annoyance of a mortal that would so dare name herself Perdition was exiled far, far, away- HARHARHARHARHO.

Payn smiled in his sleep. It wasn't hard, he hadn't the lips or muscles to do anything else.




Olympus Coliseum was a world of heroes. It wasn't easy for a demon - no matter how formidable - to go around terrorizing the place because after a while some doofus with huge muscles that were still undersized compared to the force they could exert would grab a really big stick and beat you over the head with it.

And even if they couldn't do that they wouldn't leave you alone - oh no - they'd go grab some oracle or another or consult a god and doop! there went your only weakness like fire or mirrors or whatnot.

Yup, best to keep a low profile.

Neither Perdition nor Payn were, strictly speaking, trying to keep a low profile since both of them were pretty new the monster-of-the-week business. But they still managed to keep a low profile, mostly through their sheer dumb luck and utter lack of skill and their tendency to be easily bribed. It was hard to round up much support from a big name hero when the monster in question could be lead away by a trail of sugar. Those kind of quests were for smart heroes who laid traps and tricked cyclopses and were cursed by the gods for their enormously large brains (or so it seemed. Poor Odysseus).

On this day, Payn and Perdy had managed to find a village. Being the civilized demon and prophet of evil fallen gods that they were, they were promptly attacked by weeping mothers and rather silly men wielding pointy sticks and Payn - not having much time for them - flash froze the lot of them and went off to go find that delicious smell he'd managed to catch not so long ago.

Perdy, on the other hand, having a captive (or at least hypothermic) audience started to tell them of the wonders of the Outer Gods and the infidelity of Zeus (and how in Perdy's religion, at least the Outer Gods were straight with you as to whether or not they'd devour your soul and sanity and so on) and well. It was probably a Tuesday.

[prythian]

"Excuse me."

Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... a kid about 40 feet up with long, loose clothes?

Malthus landed. "I don't think what you're doing is very nice." He said frankly. "And I think it's time for you to take a hike. Maybe take your friend with you, too. I'll only be nice for so long, though, so better hurry." The cocky kid tilted his head, grinning and ready to fight.

[NiNeLiVeS]

"Ah! A new arrival!" Perdition said happily, voice squeaking. Those that were defrosting managed to grimace if they weren't chattering their teeth. Sadly enough, they weren't quite recovered enough to shout for help. "Did I not say that the great Ur-Shoggoth would send you gifts from the sky?"

The gender-ambiguous prophet waved at Malthus who landed and said.. stuff.

"I didn't do this-" came the pointed reply to Malthus' comment. "You'll want Payn for that - but you should wait until he's found some sugar, he's not very nice when he hasn't had any."

"In the meantime, would you like to hear of the Outer Gods? You might save your soul young man!"

The fact that the 'young man' comment came from someone who couldn't have even reached five feet was quite telling: either she was incredibly rude, patronizing or particularly friendly. Perhaps a combination of all three. The fake wings on her back shook.

[prythian]

"I think I'd rather kick your butt and then go beat this Payn fellow you mentioned." Came the reply. "Using a captive audience to talk about some 'Outer Gods'... what a load of rubbish!" He shook his head, Burning Horizon appearing in his right hand as he pointed it at Perdition. "Someone needs a lesson in manners, shorty. And while I'll admit that person may be me, I think you need one as well."

[NiNeLiVeS]

"Tsk tsk, how unbearably rude of you!" Perdition said sharply, pointing a finger at him. "You must have known that it's against my religion to see people carrying around big, sharp..."

There was a moment of silence as the mad prophet took a look at what exactly Malthus had summoned.

"Sir," Perdition said hesitantly. "If I might be so bold as to ask. You are aware that that is a, uh, key?"

[prythian]

"Gee, no, hadn't noticed at all until you pointed it out." Malthus said, sarcasm practically dripping from his voice. "Look, it just appeared in my hands, and it's a sword of some type, so just accept it and move on, alright? Believe me, thinking about it will make your head hurt. I mean, thinking about it makes MINE hurt, and I'm positive that your thoughts probably have to hitchhike to get through your skull."

[NiNeLiVeS]

"But..." Perdition said, looking a little frightened. "Who would forge a magical key that large? Clearly it is not for mortal use. You wouldn't happen to be a Titan that was shrunk, would you? I've always wanted to meet a Titan. Payn says he's descended from one but he mostly looks dead."

By now, various people had managed of fall out of their frozen positions and were crawling away. Mr. Key was not precisely hero material and even if he was they'd heard of heroes who didn't follow the usual tropes and what ended happening around them was destruction and lots of it.

If Perdition noticed her (mostly) captive audience was no longer captive she didn't refer to it. "I mean - it'd b lovely if you joined our cult... errr...congregation but I'm not sure if you'd fit if you accidentally were un-minimized."

(one might be tempted to guess, seeing as Perdition was so small and her sudden lack of spunk so sudden that she might have been a wee bit frightened of giants)

"I mean - not that death is a bad thing! Happens all the time! Nothing more natural in the world! - but it'd be so sudden and I won't have seen it coming (or maybe I would) and arrrgh!"

"Can't you wield a slightly oversized phallic sword like everyone else?"

[prythian]

"No." The black-haired 18-year old said frankly. "I'm not going to find something else just to satisfy your little ego. If you want me to use a regular sword..." And here a thought occurred to him, now that everyone was out of the way like he'd hoped. "...You're going to have to make me. Which means fighting. And I'm NOT a Titan. Only someone as small and dumb as you could think that." He was going to keep goading her until she revealed how she fought. "Let me and my sword that looks like a key show you just how out of your league you are."

[NiNeLiVeS]

"BUT I DON'T WANNA FIGHT YOUR STUPID KEY-" Perdition said, sniffling. "I JUST WANNA-" she took a deep, choked breath, "WANNA TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THE GODS FROM OUTSIDE. IS THAT SO WRONG?"

(why yes. In fact, one might actually say it was illegal. whether it was morally questionable is a whole other story that should probably start with her negligence, if not outright collusion, with a demon that had flash frozen innocents in (what a very good lawyer could probably spin as) self-defense)

Perdition rubbed at her face as the big, fat droplets fell. Eyes red, she yelled: "YOU MEANIE! I'LL MAKE YOU WIELD A DIFFERENT SWORD."

She snapped her fingers. In front of her, five swords appeared. Each of them dipped - as if to salute - and rushed towards their foe.

[hp=40/40]

Used:

-Advanced Illusion to create 5 ethereal blades: they'll chase Malthus until they can fit over his keyblade so that Perdition won't have to look at his stupid giant key.

Turn 1 begins now

[prythian]

Malthus was instantly on the move. He didn't like the looks of those swords coming at him, and someone that could summon flying swords wasn't a laughing matter. Well, he wanted a real fight he didn't have to hold back in, and this was certainly one of those times. It was definitely time to fight. "Those swords of yours are pathetic!" He called out. "Your tears have a better chance of hitting me!" That was true, but he didn't know that. As he spoke, he tossed out 4 knives, two throws, at her.

He also got up close and personal and began a Blade Dance on her with his sword, guaranteed two hits.

[hp=98/98]

((Each knife deals 2 damage. Same with the Keyblade hits.))

[NiNeLiVeS]

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK!

Perdition blinked as no less than six knives embedded themselves into her upraised arms. Shaking them out she looked up - only to have a giant key (WHY HADN'T HER ILLUSIONS REPLACED IT YET?) slam straight into her torso with bruising force. She coughed once and then winced as it then slammed into her shoulder, sending her spinning into the dirt.

"You meanie." She whispered. "Perdy just wanted to... just wanted to... YOU MEANIE. PAYN! PAAAAYN!!"

(Payn was quite enjoying himself as he watched the display from inside a bakery some few streets away, munching on an anachronistic donut. Innocents slaved away to make sure that the demon would be fed. The funny dude with the key was just playing around, it seemed to him. Nothing wrong with that)

Largely incoherent, Perdy flailed away with her little fists. That didn't much matter. What did was the fact it was linked to her magic. And as the double fears of giants and death (OHMAIOUTERLORDS I'M BLEEDING TO DEATH HERE) accessed her magic the darkness inside stirred.

And lashed out.

[hp=24/40]

Start of TURN 2

4 uses of the STRONG ABILITY Dark Bust Lv3. (2 left)

[prythian]

The first 15-foot eruption of dark magic took him by surprise. The second didn't, but still hurt. By the third he was getting into position, enduring the pain...

And the fourth didn't hit him, as he was high into the air at that point, having jumped up and out of range. He could not allow her to pull that off again. "Please work..." He whispered to the bracelet hanging on his wrist as he threw his last two knives in one swing.

The first one struck the ground in front of Perdition, and there was a giant burst of light that would blind her. There was enough variation in the throw that the second would hopefully strike her on the shoulder or something, though he wasn't sure about that hitting.

He noticed the swords still coming for him as he landed, and he rushed forwards towards Perdition again...

Throwing 2 Flash of Fists at her as Burning Horizon vanished from his hands.

[hp=74/98]

((Blinding Impact, 1 knife = 2 damage, Flash of Fists = 9 damage for each one))

[NiNeLiVeS]

The normal reaction to being blinded is to rub at one's eyes in pain.

Perdition fell to her knees (avoiding a blade) and yelled a high-pitched: "I'VE GONE BLIIIIIIND."

She was helpfully thwacked by a meaty hand and went flying backwards approximately two seconds later. She would have probably died had it not been for her quick thinking and various heroics (and inability to see any giant keys).

Step Uno: Create giant wall of dirt.

Done. Hear it crack and groan and announce: 'no, really, that should have broken me but I was saved by a technicality.'

Step Two. RUN!

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TURN 3

Perdition has fled from battle! Continue Y/N?

[hp=13/40]

[prythian]

Malthus stood there shaking his hands. OW. He'd punched a wall. Several times. Fortunately, it didn't seem to do any real damage, but it still hurt! In either case, it was time to move on to the dead man walking. He concentrating, gathering up his knives and slipping them back up his sleeves, and moving on.

"Hey, ugly! Quit stuffing your face and get out here!" He said, moving on with Burning Horizon appearing back in his hands. "I fought your friend and I'll beat you too!" He had no idea where she'd gone, actually. Seemed almost to vanish into thin air. As he stood in front of the bakery, he murmured under his breath an Advanced Mantra.

[hp=90/98]

[NiNeLiVeS]

"Mortal," Payn said, around a mouthful of sweet, savory, delicious confectionery. "I applaud you. I have yet to meet many mortal heroes so willing to stab a youth. Many a villain, and the occasional villager (neither of which are very different, I have come to notice) but few heroes."

A thought occurred to him. There was nearly the flashing lightbulb save that the universe realize lightbulbs hadn't been invented yet and so merely brightened the area of Payn's head up a few degrees.

The demon wearing a dead man's skin pointed leisurely at the bakers.

"Please don't hurt them, they're quite innocent. Even though they're feeding me."