pull my trigger × open, exiles raid

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    The pitch colored lioness stormed the scene, her silver gaze flashing with an intensity she hadn't felt in ages. A feeling she had almost forgotten coursed her veins. She had to reign in the maniacal whoop of joy that threatened to push past her grimly set lips. Morbidrealities loved battle. She found it to be very... theraputic. Like visiting an old friend after years away and talking about life over a stiff drink. "Exilers - no mercy! Kill, capture, ravage. Destroy anyone who gets in your way." she roared, tail swinging as she flexed her claws. Flames spiraled up her legs, engulfing her like a sort of shield as spikes of stone rose from the earth and shot forward, impaling a few sordid npcs. Poor fellows.

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    Roxy let out a whoop as she stomped her way through in her dragon form. She stepped on a few small NPC children and squeezed the hell out of one adult. Ah, killing. A favorite pastime of hers.

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    DARTH VADER

    Darth Vader is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A Dark Lord of the Sith, and former Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt, along with his lightsaber. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    // fyi I have two characters- I haven't made a 2 guy fancy for them yet


    Vader hated when the Exiles showed up to, in the most obnoxious, ghetto discription, wave their dicks around and believe their puny, shriveled penises were worth five stars.


    He had stowed his children away- locked them in the house and told them to stay until he returned. If anyone knew of Vader's little ones, then it was a card in play and something that could bite him later.


    He moves past the wall, the cloaked panther following behind him, and they both drew silver cylinders. Vader, on his hindlegs, at a height of fourteen feet and carrying a sword of lightning- ignited by his own electricity and boosting the power. It would cut off limbs in this state, he and his Master both went for ROXANNE.


    Vader would go low, a thundering sprint, aiming to slide right past her, his sword held out, aiming to cut her at the knees on her right side, and would then grab onto her thigh, where he would twist to be on top of her, 800 pounds of metal lion, and start slicing with his blade in a u-shape, if that was successful, he would take a chunk of skin off. The lion would move, rising, and would aim to draw the blade across her spine- where it would disable her. Whether or not this would work, he would jump back off, and set on MORBIDREALITIES, raising his arm, and closing his hand, aiming to wrap telekinetic hands on husband throat, and push down on her windpipe, aiming to choke her.


    War was hell. Vader had no patience.


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    And the Emperor would go high. The black panther was more agile than his companion, and would jump, using anti-gravity to boost himself, aiming to latch onto ROXANNE's chin with his claws, and ignited his blade, turning his head, aiming to plunge it into the dragon's neck, and would release his claws, so that he dragged down the length of her neck, leaving a long, cauterized scar, 3rd degree burns, and make it hard for her to breathe.

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Well, what was this? Some type of raid? It didn't look very intimidating and from what she could see there was only two of them. Both were being targeted by Vader and The Emperor so the blue soldier hung back. She saw no reason to jump into the fray or to interrupt their battle so she waited to see if anyone else would show up. Right now she was not very much impressed with the Exiles and a bored sigh left her throat before she turned away to focus on the area around her. Someone was bound to show up.

    Morbidrealities, fortunately, was strong enough in her telekenetic powers to block the attack. The effort was barely a strain, as she had gained control of her telekinesis long enough ago for it to be one of her strongest powers. Her eyes narrowed on VADER, and her lips would twist up slightly, sickeningly. She took merely a second to reconcile a sort of plan in her mind before leaping forward. Before her paws hit the ground she vanished, reappearing instantaneously behind the cyborg. The black lioness aimed a swift shock to him, hoping to, at best, short circuit him or, at worst, make him turn around, for a moment later she vanished once again, reappearing higher up, in a tree. Teleportation was a wonderful gift.

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    Teleportation, when used in battle, was predictable, Vader knew. And it was the coward's way out.


    He feels a weight on his shoulders and the Emperor's eyes on him when she breaks his hold, because that normally doesn't happen and it's a kick to his pride- and figured, well, he hadn't been doing enough.


    But when the black lioness vanishes (Navi would look like that when she grew up. How cute,) Vader's blade swerves- it arcs, a sweep above his head, right, left, he feels the blade absorb the shock when he parries it at his back, and sweeps upward, possibly cutting her vertically, either the outstretched arm or her face, and was about to turn to deliver a horizontal sweep, but his senses signaled she had vanished.


    Coward.
    His senses search, and he finds her in a tree- either she was hiding, or she had wanted to watch Vader if he doubled over from her attack.


    Which, he had blocked. And the lion's free hand moves, and his senses search again, and he is all to pleased. His free hand made a gesture, and pointed right at her, while his blade arm moved to defend in case the dragon charged.
    "Defend."


    The command was cold-cut and stern- and a use of emotion manipulation. No, not on the black lioness- but on the wasp nest in the tree. The wasp nest, that had been ordered to defend itself.


    And at the command, the football-sized wasp nest came to life, buzzing like wildfire, hundreds of thousands of black wasps, coming right down, a swarm, and aiming to sting Mornidrealites wherever they landed. Her face, her torso, her belly, wherever- they would get in her ears and eyes of they could, and would keep stinging, over and over- wasps, were not like bees. A bee sting you once and died because the hook shape of the stinger would catch in your skin and pull out its vital organs.


    But the wasp has a straight stinger- and it would keep stinging until the lioness ran away or until she attempts killed them. But there would too many for her to kill them all, even if she tried to use fire.


    Vader, also, considered she might try to make this backfire on him, and this time, sent a telepathic command to the wasps. Only attack who I command you to. There.


    // I did some google searching and there should be about 1000 to 3000 wasps in the average nest at this time of year, so in this case there's 1800.

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    ✦ Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama ✦


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    Huh? Were they being attacked? Mob would step out of his cabin to find a raid going on, NPC attacking NPC and a couple of his clanmates taking on the leaders of this pitiful little skirmish. It really was kind of pitiful... it seemed as if only two actual characters had shown up from the attacking clan so far. "Um, h-hey... can we solve this without violence?" The boy asked, trying his best to speak loudly so that the exilers could hear him over the fighting.


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    A pair of Windclan NPC's would be crushed under Dystopia's great golden paws as she landed on the ground from the skies above, parting her jaws into a huge challenging roar, her call echoing through the land. The Exiles Boss would snort and claw at the ground eagerly, her lips pulled into a mad grin as she waited for a challenger.

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    Oliver sighed. Same old same old, and it didn't seem that the Exiles understood their irrelevence anymore. He drew his bow and shot two NPC Exilers as they came at him. Another NPC got an arrow to the knee, and a fourth took one in the shoulder and went down screaming. He saw Dystopia and fired a shot at the Exile leader's shoulder.


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    When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}

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    The tiny cub would make his entrance now. The boy would trot awkwardly outside despite his father's warnings, the lion traveling in the brush to watch the battle. His eyes lit up with excitement, a soft, amused gasp escaping his throat. "Wow... what a bunch of bullies." He grimaces, moving in the shadows, closer to the fight. He looks at Vader, his father, his idol, gentle, childlike eyes watching him as he fought valiantly for his clan. Almir rocked excitedly on his paws, awe sparkling in his heterochromic visionaries.

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    TEMULJIN KHAN

    [font=georgia]Where the Exiles went, he went, too, doing his best to foil their machinations. It was a pity that they were doing nothing about it--which meant he could continue doing what he did.


    The Khan had eyes in the sky on them, listening in to their raid plans. Most of the times, they weren't executed, unfortunately, so he was disappointed. However, this one was! "Hello, blue one!" the dire wolf called towards Blueridge as he charged onto the scene, recognizing the warrior from his earlier encounter with the WindClanner.


    Turning back towards the Exiles, pointedly towards Morbidrealities' commands, the Khan would let out a shout of laughter. "More like destroying your own warriors when they get in the way! Your leader was a little bit careless in a previous battle," the armored dire wolf returned with a huff of amusement. With that, he charged towards the lioness, attempting to ram a metal-clad shoulder into the body of the Exile.
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    GOD GRANT ME STRENGTH TO EXACT VENGEANCE."


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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]She spotted someone who she could go paw to paw with and lightly enjoy destroying. The domestic female lightly lifted her head as she watched the leader of the Exiles come down from the sky, not caring who it was that she crushed beneath her paws. They were meaningless subjects and her eyes mainly focused on the female as she started to walk up to her. Though that walk started into more of a run as she pelted forward with ease, no sound leaving her body so that she would have a good advantage of an ambush attack. Her body suddenly coiled in before she launched herself aiming to score her claws down the female's flank to distract her from the arrow that was coming for her. If that worked her claws would grip firmly before she aimed to flip the female with superstrength and slam her down against the ground.


    @dystopia

    In the split second before she disappeared from behind him, he managed to land a small cut above her left eye, a bit of blood flattening her inky fur. It wasn't painful - just a nick. She wasn't worried, and really didn't notice before she appeared in the tree. She huffed, ignoring it and turning to look at Vader.


    Morbid noticed his reaction to her parrying his initial attack, and almost laughed aloud. Almost. The sound had barely built in her throat when she heard the telltale buzzing of wasps. This was just fantastic. Just what she needed right now. She quickly swirled more fire around her, keeping it close to her body like armor. A few wasps slipped past before her armor was strong enough, giving her a few painful stings before promptly burning to death. The poison itched in her skin, but she put the thought away for a moment, choking back the urge to wince.


    She teleported back onto the ground, the cloud of wasps following her before deciding their tree was safe. A hundred or so stragglers hung over her, waiting for an opportunity to strike. As TEMULJIN aimed to slam into her, she would roll to the side, momentarily leaving Vader to deal with her second attacker. Her dagger appeared next to her, hovering over her shoulder before hurtling towards Temuljin.




    NED FLANDERS


    Arriving on the scene it took a lot of willpower to avoid simply snapping and going straight for Oliver. He had to pretend to be fresh to these matters; he had to be Ned, not Deathstroke. Breathing in deeply he advanced forward onto the field, the strong reek of the Exiles drifting from his jumper and pelt.
    "Hi-diddly-ho! I'm going to do my diddly-darnedest to fuck-a-roonie your day."
    The cougar called out as he conjured up his Holy Book of StarClan, a hefty leather-bound book that looked well worn from age and use.


    For now he looked around himself as he searched for a suitable opponent.


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    Character Data

    The only reason Pluto was here was he needed to get Almir back inside. Their father had told them not to leave the house. What had they done? Left the house. He would be furious with them if he found out so Pluto had snuck out as well just to get Almir and go home. The dwarf slunk over to his brother, batting at his ear in an attention grabbing manner. "Al, Al we gotta go or dad's gonna kill us!" He hissed, just loud enough to reach the ears of his brother.

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    The white-furred wolf was still lounging on the ground, her golden optics passing over the invaders with interest rather than fear or anger like she probably should have. "Oh goodie," hummed Victorian giddily, resting her chin on her paws to watch.


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    general:
    Victorianpup - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Toripup | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    wolf pup | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    5 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit | born October 1st
    Windclan member | Operations Advisor (HP)
    physical:
    • black-lined golden optics in every form
    • albino wolf pup[current]
    • accessories
    - simple gold chain headpiece; reference here; gold necklace here
    & gold bracelet here
    injuries:
    • possessed by Kali
    personality:
    diplomatic | curious | royal dignity & grace | touch of childish naivety
    can be private about her true feelings | cares a great deal for everyone
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints
    • [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength

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    Takumi appeared in a terrible super rushed mobile track post, his bow clamped firmly in his jaws. He glanced about for an opponent, scratching at his sides Heh - maybe he could give some of these Exiler scum fleas.

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    Almir looked at Pluto with a wide grin, eyes twinkling with mischief. "But look." The male gestures to Vader, watching his dad fight even still. "Papa is so cool, isn't he? Look at him, look at how strong! He could protect the clan by himself if he chose to." The boy giggles, aiming to bring Pluto closer to him, looking around the raid still.


    //@ any exiles; feel free to find him and throw him around a bit.

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    She nearly had time to dodge the attack, but she pulled it off. Huffing, she spotted TAKUMI and would attempt to encase him in a block of ice.

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    Hey uh @-ROXANNE

    which attack did you manage to dodge???


    Vader's attention briefly remained on the black lioness, and the word is in his mind again- Coward. He turns, lenses searching for a new target, and finds his master returning to his side, glaring. His eyes search- his senses reach out, and the Emperor's mental presence pokes him.


    "There are children on the battlefield, Lord Vader."

    Vader's head turns, and focuses on his sons. And Pluto was right- if an Exiler didn't kill them, then Daddy would for disobeying him. He feels the Emperor eyes, the question- "Do you continue to brawl or will you get your cubs to safety?" Power or Family- and a Sith Lord was to strive for power. He would not get to have luxuries.
    So, the Emperor was asking if Vader had become weak, because he was attached, because Vader lov- cared.

    And he already made his choice, and knew the Emperor would be most displeased. Vader's hand moved, pointing at NED FLANDERS, and would send the wasps at him, in the hundreds. Vader would move, his blade retreating, and clipping to to his belt. Vader moved onto all fours, and began to sprint to Pluto and Almir. Teleportation was too slow for this situation and HIS KIDS WERE IN DAnGER-


    The Emperor would glare at him, and roll his eyes, moving off to find a new target.