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    Idol


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]He needed plenty of Anxiety medication for this. God dang what was he doing? He had just captured the brother of the Blizzardclan leader, what the what was he doing? Either way, he had a small metal bracelet attached to the male's back legs, so that escape would be...let's say...difficult. The male prodded the unconscious creature's back with his cannon arm and spoke in a loud and yet nervous tone. "H-Hey! H-Helix, Wake up!"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=verdana][size=8]The feeling of something repeatedly prodding against his back brought back Helix to reality, eyes slowly opening to the unfamiliar land before him. For a few moments, he was highly confused, gaze slowly drifting around as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Then, in a moment, everything came rushing back at him. Right... he was captured. He, the head combatant, the one that was supposed to be good as battles, was taken down. Ah, that wasn't a very good contribution for his already existent insecurities in himself. Fun.


    Pitifully raising his head, he looked over in the direction of his attacker, taking in the view of some robotic-looking feline. Maybe that would be his excuse, that this person was made of metal and would surely be stronger than him. Not that he was sleep deprived and vulnerable because of a nightmare, no not that. Weakly, he glared at Idol before mumbling out a few words. "Heh, I hope you get payment for this, because I don't think Tama would be happy to hear her brother got captured by you scum." His words were meant to be harsh, as he was drawing out the hostile side inside of him that he kept hidden around those he cared about, but he had no care about unleashing towards the people of the Exiles.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]"I'd Advise you to keep that snarky attitude d-down, unless you want this c-cannon to rip off part of your b-body." Idol said with a growl towards the other male, attempting to hit the other over the head with his arm cannon, as a simple reprimand for speaking without being spoken to. If he kept that attitude for much longer, well...let's just say there's going to be one less leg on him and in this plain of existence. And that was if Idol decided to not take any more anxiety pills and make his anger issues worse.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 490px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px]sans teleported over, his pupil drifting over the blizzardclanner, expression void. the brother of tama? so, they should probably get ready for a raid soon, then. not that the skelecat was complaining, there. he finally shot a grin in idol's direction, flexing his ivory claws against the ground but remaining silent as he settled down to watch.


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    underfell 'sans' dreemurr | npc xx npc | male | ageless | immortal | smol and violent | alcoholic | black domestic feline with white skeleton markings | shark-like teeth, one gold-plated canine | black eyes, left pupil glows red | glowing red ectotongue | pansexual grey-demiromantic | dating gleefulcomic | #UNDERFELLSANS


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    all free powers | ability to glow [firebrick red, left pupil and tongue] | mutations [red acidic tongue, can digest blood] | ability to give and take pain | custom pelt [bone markings] | black blood/spit/tears, shapeshifting [dire wolf, domestic feline, gasterblaster cerberus | time control | phasing/ghostmode | molecule manipulation | replaced body part [snake jaw, can unhinge] | teleportation | emotion manipulation | super strength


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    extreme physically | impossible mentally | sadist | level 1 | 1hp | only fights with magic | will not harm children | attack in bolded firebrick | pm for capture or major injury | no apprentice | has a deeply hidden sense of mercy | can powerplay affection / non-violent actions


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Pas approached with a grim look on their face. They sat next to Underfell. So close their pelts were touching slightly. Pastelpaw hated this kind of thing, but they didn't know what else to do. Something had happened, and they wanted to forget it as soon as possible.


    So the serval turned their head away from Helix and Idol and nudged it into Sans, falling silent after they muttered a small, "Hi." That possessed only the tiniest wisp of its normal happiness. They smelled a bit like metal, though they had tried to wash it away.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=verdana][size=8]Heoix just glared at Idol, before the canon being brought down on his head caused his chin to slam into the ground. His teeth sunk into his lip and tongue, causing blood to bubble out inside his mouth. Letting out a sound of disgust, he spat on the ground before returning his gaze to Idol. "Bl-Blasting me with a canon? How imhumane," he growled, though fear was still coursing through his veins at the thought of having one less limb.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]"Th-This is the Exiles, buddy. Humane isn't exactly our job. Another sentence like that...and I'll make good on my word." Idol said with a growl, aiming to scratch at Helix's back as his cannon arm went to be pushed against one of Helix's legs, a powering up sound being heard from the cannon as he tried to claw at Helix.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=verdana][size=8]On the outside, Helix just made it seem like he wasn't scared, like he didn't believe Idol would go through with his word. He was rather good at that, submerging his true feelings deep inside and showing some others that he actually didn't feel at all. That could turn out to be his downfall, though, as he would not be able to hold down his negative feelings for long, and would one day just let them out on someone, and most likely himself through very self destructive actions. He didn't want to burden anyone else more than he did, especially with the Chain that lay in wait for a break in his mental barrier, ready to pounce and kill at any moment. It was very eager to do so now, as this was an Exiler that was hurting its vessel, but Helix refused to succumb to it. He would not kill, he would not behead this Exiler trash that was threatening him, starting his torture. He would not.



    The feeling of claws raking down his back brought him to reality, causing his back to arch just slightly to show his pain. Then, the feeling of something pressing against his leg caused him to pause, before he saw that threatened canon placed right up against it, and assumably charging. "Heh, so you're actually gonna do it? I guess it's true, that the Exilers don't have a heart for any living creature," he said, before bracing himself for the inevitable that was about to occurr.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol didn't even give a response to that, he just heard a click from his arm and suddenly, He attempted to keep the bright beam of lazer beams pointed only towards Helix's leg and then towards the ground, aiming to basically disintegrate the limb away from it's host. He then looked towards Underfell and Pastel, as if asking them for requests for other things to do to reprimand this creature for his smart mouth. Maybe more clawing? Or maybe tearing fur from his being? Or perhaps, even just slowly digging his claws into the other creature's paw pads.


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    [size=7pt][font=verdana]I NEVER PROMISED YOU, ANYTHING I COULD DO
    WE TRIED TO BURY IT AND RISE ABOVE ! BURY AND RISE ABOVE ![/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr] Twitching his whiskers, Gleefulcomic made his way over, plopping his *ss right up next to his boyfriend and watching with a slightly uninterested tone. Hhh, another capture? He was getting sick of this.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=verdana][size=8]As the beam of light shot through his legs, a searing pain took hold of the rest of whatever was left of his leg. He let out a howl, but gritted his teeth to keep it in, though it was certainly hard to do so. There was just so much pain, and before he knew it, all that was left of his leg was a blackened stumb, smoke and the smell of charred flesh hanging in the air. "Hhhn, y-you wo-won't get away with th-this," he grumbled through gritted teeth, eyes watering with pain.


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