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WHO: this new fucking weed and you

WHERE: the pasture

WHEN: Day 34 HIGH NOON

[ a young man in a black collar and a tattered outfit that looks like something out of a wuxia themed anime is standing in the middle of town and waving people down. he's unarmed, has tattoos of a silver metal that glows like moonlight across his arms and shoulders, and seems friendly! except, uh ]

Hello! Good afternoon! I've come here to prewarn you all that I intend on utterly destroying this community, down to the last child and the last stone of the last standing building, and leaving it a smoking husk incapable of sustaining any civilization, to protect you all from the inevitable march of progress into tyranny.

Only striking me down utterly and without mercy can save you all from this fate.

As a show of good sport, I will invite attempts on my life starting now.

[ for those of you who can sense power levels uhhhhh his power level is high though. ]

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Uh--is this someone serious or just melodramatic?

Still feeling that out. He does appear...

_{[ looks over his shoulder. ]}

....at least somewhat
... "Chuuni?".... in nature. He is of the Weeds. He's definitely strong. I could fight him and see what there is to be gleaned of a direct conflict. He is in the middle of Woolietown at current, however.

Strong enough to carry through with killing us all?

Oh, I'm one hundred percent certain he wouldn't be able to kill the cat.

So everyone except Akrinak. And probably only not Akrinak because he can cheat by becoming warforged.

_{bet I'd be fine, but in this blasted pasture you really never know who can just wave their hand and say "actually, you don't know the alphabet AND can't cast fire right now"}

[long moment of thinking]

It probably wouldn't hurt to feel him out a little more, just to know exactly how serious he is, but...

Do you remember what happened to Patches?

I wasn't there, but I heard there was a.. snake involved, yes?

Before the snake. The, um...rain and lightning part.

_{[ gears turning... ]}

I recall. ...He's not usually that motivated.

Yeah, he really isn't.

[seems like Angel Devil either forgot or never learned about exactly what went down re: the end of Patches, so...okay, new plan.]

I'll tell you all about it later. For now... If the guy doesn't seem immediately murderous, just get him talking. Figure out what his deal is. Sound good?

Sounds good. Ciao.

_{[ angelcube, out.

...
strides back up to the shiny new weed. ]}

..now, where were we?

You were lying to me about your status and calling someone for advice.

I'll have you know, Mister Kill Or Be Killed, that was a completely legitimate noble title I gave you.

_{[ that he stole. ]}

So... by destroying us all you get... what out of it, precisely,

Well. By the end of it I will have destroyed you all.

[ that's what he gets out of it. ]

And this will make youuuuu..? Feel... a sense of satisfaction? Sadistic glee? Grim sorrow that things have to be this way...?

It will not make me feel anything at all.

_{Ugh, you're one of THOSE.

[ accusatorily, ]}

You have ironclad opinions on the concept of the void, don't you.

Edited 2023-09-24 16:19 (UTC)

I am not a servant of Oblivion, though our methods are similar.

_{[ aHAH ]}

Alright, you're not a servant of Oblivion. Who are you a servant of?

Not Chaos, surely. Though not to say you're not his type.

Edited 2023-09-24 16:28 (UTC)

Most unfortunately, I am a servant of Malfeas, the Demon City, king of the Yozis.

Never met the fellow, to my pleasure. But one CAN make some interesting inferences from the name and titles. Now, fun question, are you doing this as an ultimately obedient, or disobedient act, toward your most vile and wicked master?

...

In a moment of weakness, when emotional weakness was still a thing I was capable of having, I devoured the heart of a demonic messenger in a rage. The source of my anger is irrelevant; the situation in which I found myself facing the messenger moreso; the important thing is eating that heart was equivalent to the signing of a contract. Since then I have been compelled to destroy endlessly, and given the immense power with which to do it, and it has become part of me as much as my heart or blood or eyes are part of me.

Ah. That illustrates the situation very tidily.

How literal is that comparison to organs, because the removal of both physical and metaphysical objects from one's person is not an entirely out of the question measure in current environs.

Edited 2023-09-24 16:52 (UTC)

It is not a literal comparison to organs.