The apocalypse is nigh!

[mieudesuno.livejournal.com]

Asch agreeing to a drink with Emperor Peony? Luke studying more or less willingly? Asch chuckling? Uncle Jade?

It would appear Abyss Dressing Room has inexplicably stumbled upon the four signs of the apocalypse. This must explain why there is suddenly a horde of monsters poised to attack. Redheads! Denizens! Defend your nexus!

...Just be careful with those artes. Looks like the apocalypse is a lot fuzzier and noisier than anticipated. As such, every arte used spawns at least two dozen cheagles. And Mystic Artes spawn about fifty.

Good luck. And welcome to Luke's Asch's anyone who isn't Tear or Ion's hell.

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[scionofhispower]

Not really. [ He doesn't even sound like he's joking. What a jerk, right? ]

[auldrant-troll.livejournal.com]

[SIGH.]

Oh, come now, surely doing a good deed will make you feel better than standing to the side and mocking the misfortune of others?

[Shut up Jade, this is karma at work.]

[scionofhispower]

And why, exactly, should I extend a good deed to someone who clearly had intentions of attacking me? [ Indeed. After all, Asch could tell that was an attempt at a fonic arte even if it had just spawned cheagles. ]

[auldrant-troll.livejournal.com]

[Uh oh. Think fast!] Oh, you see, it wasn't actually you I was aiming at. There was a liger behind you! But, as you may be able to imagine, it's rather hard to judge distances accurate when trapped in a giant cheagle pile...

[Can we play Stab the Troll now?]

[scionofhispower]

I sincerely doubt I wouldn't have noticed a liger behind me, Necromancer. [ Asch takes pride in his instincts, damnit.

And he's so very close to stabbing him, really he is, except he might hurt the cheagles in the process. And while he might not be fond of the damn things, he's less fond of their high-pitched squealing, which he's rather positive he would be treated to if they're injured. Plus he really doesn't want to hear Luke's complaints if she were to ever find out about him inadvertently harming one of the damn things. ]


[ ooc; Sorry about the wrong account thing and not noticing it until now; my head's really all over the place right now... ]

[auldrant-troll.livejournal.com]

It was a special breed of liger. The Order of the Black Qliphoth had been developing them for stealth. It's only natural that you hadn't noticed it. [And all varieties of Jade take pride in being able to lie through their teeth.]

[Kill them all to stop their squealing? Plus Luke might not mind so much, depending on what subspecies of repliderp you're talking to...]

[ooc: Don't worry, I didn't even see the wrong account! Plus I make that mistake all the time :P ]

[scionofhispower]

[ Unfortunately, his repliderp would mind. And since he's marrying her, he doesn't quite want to hear the whining that comes from massacring cheagles. ]

Once again, I sincerely doubt that.

[auldrant-troll.livejournal.com]

[In that case, TOO BAD FOR YOU NEHEHEH. But what would produce louder whining? Repliderps or cheagles being stuck in a stew?]

My, my, you're such a suspicious little boy. In that case, what would you be willing to believe in?

[scionofhispower]

[ ...Tough call. ]

I haven't been young enough to be called a boy in some years, Necromancer. But, since you ask, you'd have to be an entirely different person for me to believe your words. [ Asch? Have trust issues? No, never. ]

[auldrant-troll.livejournal.com]

[Flip a coin? Heads you play Torture the Troll, tails you play Cook the Cheagle?]

...Well, if it helps, I have never been called a Necromancer before.