MarionEtte136

@@Scare Effect, Is this RP still happening? I've been waiting for the RP to reach morning, so I could continue... I even had plans...

The shadow thing sighs, annoyance quickly turning to boredom. "Why do superweapons always have a lengthy start up time..." It asks itself, rhetorically. Soon enough, it begins humming to itself, at about thirty rells to countdown end. "Doo doodoo, doo, doo doodoo doo. Doo doodoo, doo, doo doodoo doo. Doo doodoo, do, doo doodoo doo; doo doodoo! I'm a chargin' my attack!" It sings, as it finally beeps, signalling that it's ready for one time use. He aims it carefully at the beast, as it prepares a beam of something unknown to send at the thing, frying the weapon. It launches a beam of obviously dark magic, enhanced beyond comparison (unless one cast by an alicorn). It seems to strike the beast upon the brow, but nothing visibly happens. The thing, however can feel itself in gruesome agony, as it's mind is being torn apart, piece by psychic piece. Until all that remains is the tiny spark of existence. It's been rendered effectively brain-dead. The shadow thing mutters, "Make me waste my last one, why don't you..." It wanders back into it's lair, sealing the porthole behind it. It has better things to worry about, than some weak-minded monster, attempting to ravage the city. The military can deal with the others, it has work to do. It has a World-Eater to summon. It has to contact the Jabberwocky. There is no "vorpal blade" to speak off, nothing to go "one-two, one-two, and through and through". Nothing to go "snicker-snack". And there are certainly no Heroes to go "galumphing" anywhere...

@@The Pixelated Pony,I I'll wait. Just let me know when I can rp.

@@The Pixelated Pony, So, just another character. Okay.

Hmm... What role am I to play, in that case? I'm kinda uncertain what exactly it is that you're expecting of me... I don't know how it is I'm supposed to replace her... Is there something specific you want me to do?

I apologize; I don't know what you mean by that... However, I'm comfortable with waiting to play a part.

Alright, I probably showed up too late... Unless... Rift to your dream? It works in weird ways... Non-Pony OC in signature.

@@Denim&Venom, It finally reacts with more than snide comments. As the blade passes through, it feels like it's actually passing through something solid. Unlike last time, however, it reacts very differently. It moans in pleasure, as your blade passes through. "Mmmm..." It cooes at you in pleasure. I actually felt that one... I'm going to need to retreat for a few seconds; get some energy back... Time for a distraction! How did that spell go, again? Right... The eyes go completely green, and the horn glows with multiple hues. It gazes straight into your eyes, and you're frozen, forced to gaze upon the worst thing you can possibly imagine. It doesn't take even a moment to retreat, taking advantage of the moment to escape, while you hallucinate. It shifts it's form to that of a random civilian nearby, that it promptly drains of fear, and kills. It removes his personal possessions, including a picture of his family, from his body. It plans to kill them later. It doesn't need anything getting in it's way. It's going to summon the Eater of Worlds, from beyond the Void Between.

@, Alright. Thanks!

@, Out of curiosity, are you talking about my character?

@@Denim&Venom, The blade simply passes through, as though going through smoke. The monster chuckles, the masked figure completely ill equipped to deal with it. Considering the dense population, at least. All this fear and hatred was simply allowing him to keep it up indefinitely. He was even using that which he's feeding to toss his awareness around, looking for something else of interest. Perhaps, a place to build a lab. He'd need to make a certain device to make a proper Rift, one that would allow him communications with a proper Eldritch Abomination to do business with. I need to bring the World Eater here; it's too boring without Jabberwock!

The screams had finally become distracting. That thing has bother me for the last time! I stalk out of my lab, taking hold of a device in my magic, which turns to dark magic as my form takes on a smokey appearance. Like a proper Umbrum. I make my way out onto the streets, and strike one of the flying creatures with a blast of dark magic, causing it to see what terrifies it most. It falls to the ground, body paralysed, and I approach it. "I hate it when something distracts me from my research..." I speak plainly, before manifesting a hoof from my form, smashing it's head beneath. My hoof returns to smoke, and I drift off, approaching the large creature with my device in tow. I needed to get in range, as the thing had only enough for a single use. I was going to fire an experimental weapon at the thing. And it was going to "Cease". I only had enough Quantum Energy for a single use of my Temporal Destablizer. If I wanted more, I'd have to fire off my Hedron Collider again, and that would be too risky.

The face of Marion Ette becomes serious, as his eyes are suddenly full of knowing. Of cold, knowing hatred, sharp as steel. Sharp as the head of your spear. "Of course, Banner." He states, the change in mood eerie. However, the anger doesn't seem directed at you. "I'll go back home; I got an episode to catch up on..." The pony returns to smoke, and drifts back home, leaving the branch.

The wounds heal quickly, even swifter than should be allowed. As the process quickens, you see animals collapsing around us, weakened from my feeding. The physical burns are surface and minor burns are now almost gone, and the larger, worse ones are already progressing to heal visibly. Soon enough, the healing almost slows to a crawl, then returns to a normal pace. Only the worst burns remain, and they heal as they might, with a lack of things to safely feed on.

@@reader8363, @@DaisyDream, I smirk, finally collapsing. My consciousness fades, as those feeling fear nearby, start feeling drained. Any who've felt the feeding of a changeling recognize the sensation. I dream of a terrible past, where the one I loved hated me for what I was. Who tried to kill me, after I revealed what I was. That I fell to a strange world, as a last ditch effort, in order to escape. That I encountered a shady pony, and a cute flutter pony, with beautiful, glistening wings.

I chuckle, madly. Eventually, I calm down a bit, my expression easing up slightly on the resemblance to Discord. "And I'm the one that needs to be under surveillance?!" I cry out the rhetorical question, breaking out in laughter. "Priceless!" I roll around in the air, becoming a smokey shadow before I fall.

I was not disappointed. I tagged along after my guardian, and found her spying. This is delicious. Soon enough, I begin pondering my choices. Eventually, I think of my old friend, from another dimension. "What would Discord do?" I mutter to myself, trying to figure out what I should do. I settle on an answer. "What are you up to, my dear?" I ask a bit louder than needed, my expression giving away my cocky arrogance and humor. I plainly know what I'm doing, and I'm enjoying it. You've seen this face a few times, and it puts you in mind of the Discord Incident. It wasn't a very good time to be a guard.

As the rounds whizz through it, it makes a yawning gesture, eyes narrowing slightly, in annoyance. "Do you mind? I was enjoying some wonderful chaos!" It speaks with an aggravated tone. "Return to playing with your toy, before you bore me." It feels annoyed, that the thing is wasting what's likely a limited supply of ammunition on him. Besides, it should be safe; the duration of it's smoke form was extended when it fed of the fear. Now, it might get some delicious hatred from the self-titled Hangman.

The thing of shadow seems to tilt it's head, intrigued. "Duty... Hmm... Perhaps, I'll remain, after all. You intrigue me, peasant; I can't taste any fear from you. Continue fighting for my enjoyment!" The creature exclaims. It's shady form becomes suggestive of a lounging man. Some sort of aura starts coming from buildings nearby, as he feeds of the fear of those nearby. He seems to become more powerful, to those who can sense that kind of thing.

I would like to sign up my Non-Pony OC in my signature. Would I be permitted to join? Naturally, I'd have to sign up for citizenship first, and that might be interesting to play out... I eagerly await your reply.