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Grae Knight added!

Hey you all can help me out with this A LOT by emailing me screenies of ANY of the listed toons!!!! <3 sorahsuhng@gmail.com <3

YOU HAVE BEEN ADDED TA! totally blanked on ya. DUDE, do me a favor and email me? sorahsuhng@gmail.com <3

Given that we are only board friends - I'd need a pic of your toon email me: sorahsuhng@gmail.com

Oh and of course you'd be on the pic

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I'm emo, I'm sad, I'm angry and holy **** am I nostalgic.

In between me doing some of my projects, I have decided as a thank you, I am going to hound VirtueVerse and the boards in the remaining days and do a massive splash piece with all the homies I've made over the years on this game. It'll just be a massive piece with cameos of all of you who have touched my life and my creativity. I'll post it on my DeviantArt page but I gotta figure out how many figures are going to be in this.

And yes, even those mofos who have lost touch, even those mofos who we've had falling outs over the years - you're getting drawn!!! I DON'T CARE. Actually, I do care, hence me wanting to do this.

My list as it stands in no particular order
(PLEASE ADD TO MY LIST IF YOU HAVE HAD ANY SIGNIFICANT INTERACTION WITH ME BUT I AM FAILING AT REMEMBERING!!! Six years is a long time to remember through the masses. And btw, even if I never REALLY interacted with you in game, if you are a board buddy, that's kosher as well <3):

Xanatos
Chimera II
Overseer
Machina Shard
Slaphappy
Misnomer?
Heroid
Angry Angel
Kichi
Fey Duex
Rakescar
Roll of the Dice
Skewerstrike
Paladin
Ascendant
Luficia
Five Star Sodom
Ghost Widow
Scirroco
Frost Sampson
Geiger One
President SK
Dione
DJ Larke
Reiraku
Nachtoberst Reiter
Inertial
Stan Walker
Sovereign Fist
Killer Whale
Flea Mark Evil
Fearghas
Captain Starfall
Liquidus
Plasmastream
Dark Faith
Mika Jaeden
Lord Paragon
Autosaurus Wrecks
Nine-Ball
Imperial
Fatal Frame
Grinning Guillotine
SoulTrain
Comrade Hero
Planet Girl
Dragonberry
Rowr
Modern Samurai
Pogoman
Thor's Assassin
Galactoman
Charon
Johnny Turbo
Bane Spider Tau
Grae Knight
Arbiter Fabulous

That list so far is huge LOL. You're all going to be tiny little heads hahahaha <3

((Oh and please feel free to write more dude! I enjoyed reading through it and was pleasantly surprised when I saw you had written Bring more UU too - will be fun prose RP to accent our in-game RP! ))

Karnal Sin watched in silence as the remaining members of the United Underworld left the Judex Base of Operations, or the "Courthouse" as the Judges called it. She kept her composure until the last had exited their grand foyer.

"They are gone," came the simple statement from Judge Album.

She turned on her heel to look at the amassed Judges, specifically those who she knew had been part of Judex far longer than her new association. Reaching to her belt, she unhooked her Judex mask with its interface, "Your technology is LAUGHABLE." She flung the mask at Vigilant Orison, or Malak, as she called him.

She watched as the man caught the piece of tech, his jaw clenching, but saying nothing.

The irritated Vixen ran a slender hand through her hair, her blood pumping from the battle they had just won, her adrenaline levels inordinately high. She sneered some, "How am I suppose to engage anyone if they are able to tell who I am?" She was, of course, referencing to the fact that Autosaurus Wrecks had no problem in identifying her once he was physically close enough.

Still no response from the other Judges as they watched the emotional woman seethe in her frustration, their silence and composure only fueling her internal fire, "The Dominion tech would have neve-"

"The Dominion is GONE, Karnal Sin."

She narrowed her eyes at Sebastian Kain for a moment, the tall and overbearing man having now stood from his relaxed repose, his designer shoes, that he had so refused to mar in the battle with his comrades, now quietly thudding on the floor as she approached her.

The years Karnal Sin had spent submissive to Overseer still shaped her behavior, she bowed her head slightly, instinctively showing deference to her friend and colleague - his commanding presence enough to elicit the response from her.

"And have you forgotten?" The smooth, overconfident words of Sebastian's lingered in the air for a moment before he answered his own question, "We are the Sword of Vengeance. We're not suppose to be hidden." He had reached her at that point, a large, leather gloved hand tucking under her chin and tilting her head to look at him, "And you're not the most inconspicuous spy like you used to be, Miss Sin..." He corrected himself, much like the leader of the United Underworld had, "Or should I say, Mrs. Xanatos."

She had regained her composure a bit, taking a deep breath through her nose and exhaling it slowly.

Malak smirked at the two, finally speaking up, "Indeed. Your dalliances into Paragon make you hard to hide."

Jerking her head away, she stood tall, or at least as tall as she could, her stilettos clicking loudly against the marble flooring of the Courthouse.

"Sin, Karnal. Relax." The monotone, stilted order came from Judge Album. "Sebastian was never in uniform. Revealed."

She nodded, turning back to her fellow Judges. She shouldn't have reacted so badly, considering Sebastian's public revealing, as well as Erik's. Erik, or Nachtoberst Reiter, had been at least vaguely identified by Autosaurus, as well. The masked, timeless man that she had helped recruit into the ranks of the Judges had no expression, had no objections.

Malak, surprisingly not making a grandiose speech simply stated, "The plan is in motion now. We will either see United Underworld pulling itself apart or binding together."

He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, addressing the blonde woman who stood a few feet from him, her arms crossed defensively. He pulled off his own mask, revealing his darker skin and mechanically glowing amber-yellow eyes. Dropping the plurality of the Judex anonymity, "I do believe you have some questions to ask of your little Shivan bodyguard, though. His timing was..." he paused, "less than efficient."

One of the female Judges, unknown to anyone being the infamous Roll of the Dice outside of Judex, having kept silent this whole time spat out, "And keep your legs closed on this one," followed by a haughty laugh.

Dude, it was super fun for us! The RP was great, the PvP was good (with the new builds we throw your way, it will be better next time!). And the potensh RP is endless

((written by Karnal Sin - contributions via RP from: Judge Croceum, Judge Canum, Vigilant Orison, Nachtoberst Reiter, Roll of the Dice, President SK, Judge Album, Dominatriea, Nine-Ball, Becky Beatdown, Hammer Shark, Seismecca, Spectre, Agent Double-Take, Shogun of Sorrow, Horror-Frost, Kamen Hotep, Madame Machina, Super Rikti, Autosaurus Wrecks, and I think I may be missing two people ))

The summer had been abnormally hot in Paragon City this year, sending waves of rolling blackouts throughout the boroughs. Moonlight bathed the rooftops of the buildings as four black and white clad figures traversed the multilayered buildings. Brickstown was surprisingly quiet in the late evenings – despite housing hundreds of rowdy and barely controllable villains in the very heart of it in the Zig.
Landing in unison, the four Judges of Judex stood tall at the entrance of the prison.

Their informants employed by Paragon had told them that since their last venture into breaking inmates out the Zig, much had been changed in security and too many questions were being asked of their incognito allies. This time, Judex would have to pull this off with a bit more finesse, especially if they were going to attain their target in one piece – and quietly. The informants had done their part and kept their shift change exactly to schedule – the rest was up to Judex.

A Judge signaled into his communicator quickly, causing the power grid surrounding the fortified building to flicker, flame like, for but a brief moment. All they needed was that moment as the four of them deftly slipped past the security shield. No words were shared as they leapt, flew, and ran up the façade of the prison. They all stopped in silence as they came to a shielded window of their target.

One of the Judges nodded to his comrade, who signaled into his communicator again, this time the flicker was met with a flash of light from the four figures as they were teleported directly outside of the cell’s control panel, the quick burst of luminance causing Dominatriea to lift her gaze to peer outside of the unaffected forcefield. She had wondered why these two ‘black outs’ hadn’t effected anything in the Zig as the others had and the four uniformed people in front of her was enough of a reason.

Their target, the former leader of the United Underworld sat on the raggity cot of her cell, eyeing the strangers in lieu of staring at the walls, their appearance a brief reprieve from the sheer boredom and endless interrogations she had been enduring throughout her stay in Paragon’s prison.

As if on cue, all the Judges lined up in front of the cell, in silence, their hands resting behind their back, their legs slightly spread.

“What…more interrogation crap?” The petite woman’s inquiry rolled off her tongue nonchalantly.

One of the Judges stepped forward, his modulated voice sounding emotionless, “Subject Phillips, this is no interrogation.”

Dominatriea's eye narrowed slightly, ".... its Dominatriea to you."

They offered her no acknowledgement, the silence thickening around them before the same Judge spoke up again, "Phillips, Lucille, you have already admitted to your crimes. We shall give you the chance to stand of your own accord."

The villainess smirked, “Really….” a hint of amusement on her voice, “Who the hell are you freaks?” She eyed them, “…and I judge myself. I don’t give a **** about you or the other people that ‘judge’ me.”
One of the Judges, who Dominatriea observed to be the only female among them, stepped forward slightly, her voice, too, was changed, “Your opinions are irrelevant.”

Another chimed in, “Your judgments are irrelevant.”

The female Judge fulfilled her steps forward, lifting a hand to the control panel, punching in a handful of codes into the interface, causing the forcefield to drop.

Dominatriea got to her feet, standing confidently, narrowing her one good eye at the four of them as one of the faceless, masked men commanded her deceptively politely, “Do come of your volition, Miss Phillips.”

The former United Underworld leader paused for a long moment, though it didn’t seem to bother the four in the slightest. She couldn’t help but wonder idly if they were from Paragon, but she knew better – if they truly were heroes, they wouldn’t have needed to create power fluctuations to gain access to her. Thinking it was better to be out of the cell she shrugged, “Fine. I could stand for a good laugh.”

Before she could finish her statement, she watched as one of the black and white men simply turned and walked off, the guards waving them through like it was some routine checkup.

The female Judge placed a hand on the target’s elbow, one of the males was on her other, “Give us a moment.”

One of the Judges took a swatch of cloth over Dominatriea’s eyes, she snickered, “You do realize that I’m blind in one eye?”

There was another pause before one of them responded, “That is but one eye, villain,” and on cue, they were unceremoniously transported out of the Zig.

Personally, and I know I'm in the minority here, I find detailed bios incredibly pet-peevey. I shouldn't know your whole history or what you are about when meeting your toon. Within that, I can't stand 20 questions when being met or meeting other toons. I like to genuinely get to know a character and discover facts or lies about a character. It helps eliminate godmoding in my experience. Xan gives me hell about this ALL the time that I don't research a character I RP with. :P my approach helps me with immersion. It is why I keep Karnal Sin's description an actual DESCRIPTION and if people are curious they can visit my VirtueVerse page which I link but don't paraphrase in my "bio".

((Contributions/written by Karnal Sin, Chimera II, Noctis Phasma/Umbra, Rakescar, Chronicler, Xanatos, Fearghas, Machina Shard, Ghost Widow))

((Sorry for delay. Projects and what not keeping me from writing ))

[Contributions/written by Karnal Sin, Chimera II, Noctis Phasma/Umbra, Rakescar, Chronicler, Xanatos, Fearghas, Machina Shard, Ghost Widow, Judex]

((What is purple prose, you ask?

Purple prose is a term of literary criticism used to describe passages, or sometimes entire literary works, written in prose so extravagant, ornate, or flowery as to break the flow and draw attention to itself. Purple prose is sensually evocative beyond the requirements of its context. It also refers to writing that employs certain rhetorical effects such as exaggerated sentiment or pathos in an attempt to manipulate a reader's response.

Why did we do this? For the lulz! <3 to everyone who participated. I cut out some of the smaller stuff just so it wasn't 109851284 pages long. So please enjoy, this was by far some of the most fun I've had doing random crap in game and I vote we all do it again in a few weeks! The content of the following is really not important - though there are nuggets in there - it's the literary exercise where the joy is found))

Misnomer takes a step, a step in forward motion, he idly adjusts his hat made of animal flesh and regret. He speaks softly and somberly with some dread bit of seriousness to his tone, "Hey Kat."

Karnal Sin runs a soft, delicate hand through her golden, shimmering hair - hair that would make the goddesses of yore green with envy - as she stands idly in the Pocket D. She hears the familiar tenor of her friend Misnomer and turns around, smiling.

Misnomer offers her some informal salute; the silence is all consuming it grows about him like a petulant wound. Is that where they stand now? He mumbles with a soft-spoken silence, "So I saw Nine-Ball made a few more friends."

Karnal Sin's smile spreads along her full and supple lips, her coral green eyes sparkling in the dim lighting of the shabby club, "M, darling, you always seem to sneak up on me." Her voice is gentle, like a breeze blowing across a sleepy Hawaiian beach.

Karnal Sin smirks at the mention of the yellow-clad, overly fit and obviously attracted-to-her villain, "Yes, well, I enjoy watching the puppets dance." A devious smile tickles the corners of her pursed mouth, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes, although hidden by her long, luscious lashes.

Misnomer He intricately reaches to his side adjusting his golden-rod sidepiece. He tilts his head some in the vaguest notion of curiosity. "I sneak up on people a bit."

Misnomer’s mask does what it does best as his face offers no expression; it was as unreadable as the chalk build up on a dirty old chalkboard. He suited himself to that, "I think we should elope."

Karnal Sin shifts her lithe and slender body as she speaks, the timbre in her voice raising slightly as she inquires to the masked man she has come to see as her friend and ally, and not lover despite popular rumor.

Karnal Sin raises a slender, perfectly manicured eyebrow, as she had recently visited a very posh beauty salon in the Isles. Her face, so often appearing sweet and innocent, subtly shifts to that of sick pleasure, much like a succubus from the depths of h*ll below, "Elope?" She wasn’t sure if he was using the term correctly – or was he?

Misnomer shrugs some with a weight that could hold the world. He doesn’t shift like her he has no delicate features. His hands are covered in scar tissue and blood. The rest of his flesh might not be as gorgeous. "Yes, Elope. I think we should talk-?"

Karnal Sin tilts her beautifully sculpted face to the side, a bemused demeanor washing over her entire being, much like a cat playing with a mouse, a very sexy cat, playing with a scarred up mouse, "Alright, lovely, where would you prefer to talk?"

Misnomer tips his hat some, then jerks his thumb back to the dim light bar behind the group, the metaphorical closet filled with scary monsters and cat girls. He offers a slick "Tsks" Ever the gentleman. "Probably somewhere with a dramatic view. I know a place in the Etoile we could sit around at."

Karnal Sin extends her hand towards the open doorway, regally, like a queen would present subjects to her court, "If you could lead the way, darling." Her arm remains raised, her chin raised just as regally as her hand, an attitude and action befitting someone much higher than her station.

Misnomer had to play the game. His mask hid his contemptuous gaze as he glanced over at his seemingly oblivious foe. He thinks of a thousand insults and responds with just one. "Hey buddy."

Skewerstrike carefully and diligently considered the weight of the words and their implications. Everyone had to dance the precarious dance to navigate the social web and now was his turn to deliver.

Skewerstrike: Oh, hey, M.

Misnomer steps forward to Karnal cupping her delicate hand in his. As if the slightest lash of wind could harm the girl. "I'll lead just a short walk. How do you feel about Bahamas Breeze?"

Karnal Sin turns quickly, and dramatically, her hair swaying slowly with her sudden movements, but still maintaining the grace of a dancer. Her colorful eyes falling upon Shrike, "Hello, darling."

Skewerstrike: How's uh... how's it goin'?

Misnomer nods, a well-played move by Skewerstrike, he regards his adversary with the patience of a circling predator. "Doing pretty good."

Skewerstrike remains on his guard, vigilant to not be taken by the pace of his foe. "Keen! And h'lo to you too, Kathryn."

Karnal Sin turns yet again, just as dramatically, towards Misnomer, her hair, once again, swaying gracefully in the air, as if a wind itself were at her command, "Let us go."

Karnal Sin ever-so-slightly tightens her own grip on Misnomer's hand. She isn't bothered by the blood, a dark part of her even comforted by the familiar chalky residue, the coppery smell filling her senses, causing her body to respond excitedly, "No?"

Misnomer had to regard the man as a threat. He had no way of seeing into his heart of hearts. Who was he? What did he want? Maybe, just maybe? "We'll head off. I'll save you some drinks."


------St. Martial Outdoor Bar------


Misnomer had changed on the journey. Perhaps he was a butterfly free of his cocoon, or just didn't want to be recognized in his regular garb. He offers her a scaly hand. He was as cold as a corpse. "So, you want a drink?"

Misnomer tilts his head some. The obnoxious pulse of lime colored light leaps from his form. It's an obtrusion. Whatever he was or will be was a question in and of itself. But maybe he had more than one reason to wear that mask. "I like the weather here."

Karnal Sin notices the 'subtle' shift in his demeanor, as well as his appearance, as she was a super-spy-omg-awesome-femme-fatale, she was keen like that, "Why yes, if you could get me a mimosa, that would be lovely, delicious."

Misnomer was swept over by a dread terror. She must have known? But how? His fears came to light. It was best to just admit it. "The f*ck’s a mimosa?"

Karnal Sin takes her soft padded fingers, belying her occupational hazards as the most amazing assassin
EVER, her hand interlaced with his, using her thumb to reassuringly rub along his scales, unbothered by the texture, "It's orange juice and champagne."

Misnomer smiles some at the touch of the golden maiden. He leans forward. His gaze turns to the bartender. He offers the man a somber a nod. As the bartender goes to work, he turns back to the shimmering women, his own hair a silvery sheen in the pale light.

Misnomer runs his hand along her arm; the closer they got the better. She doesn’t know his anatomy, but she could guess. If they fought it would come down to a single strike. But he didn't want that. It disgusted him. They wanted the same things. Aside from her love of the frozen rod of justice that is. He didn't swing that way. OR DID HE THE MAN WAS A MISNOMER?!

Karnal Sin notices the fact that he is relaxing around her, not his normal on-alert state, his sinewy muscles, hidden beneath his garments, are for once languid in their repose.

Karnal Sin leans her shapely body against the bar, inherently positioning herself so that her full, gravity-defying breasts jut against the cool air of the Isles defiantly, her firm posterior pressed against the bar's railing, any woman in Paragon or the Isles would kill to look like her, "So what did you want to talk about?"

Misnomer turns his gaze skyward for a moment as if contemplating how this situation arose between them. He quickly erases those thoughts from his mind, the dust of the chalkboard lingers. He pauses and tilts his head some. Pondering how exactly her breasts work. He decides not to push the matter. He coughs, an informal gesture. "So I wanted to talk about your plans with the Challengers."

Karnal Sin raises both of her brows at him, her soft pink tongue slipping past her darkened, painted lips, moistening them like a summer, sun-shine shower, leaving them glistening in the daylight of the outdoors, "And I should tell you why, hero?"

Misnomer contemplated deeply - Maybe that’s how boobies work? He goes to open his mouth going as if to offer an elaborate response. He pauses, he can't think of a single reason. "Because, I've given up on them. They desire the same thing a child would. All they want is unlimited power without the responsibility that comes with it." Did he really feel that way? It didn't matter. What mattered is she thought he felt that way. "I'd like to see your agenda with Xanatos come to fruition."

Karnal Sin regards him for a moment, her shimmery, golden locks falling forward as she peers through the long lashes she was blessed with from birth. She had always been a beautiful woman, but she was burning with beauty right now as her mind worked to decipher the enigma that was her friend Misnomer, "You assume to know my agenda, pet."

Misnomer shrugs some bringing his free hand up to run along her golden locks. His lips curl into the semblance of a smile, but you could never be sure. "I wouldn't have to assume if you would just trust me."

Karnal Sin is not taken aback at his overt familiarity with her, though she is intrigued by his sudden change of behavior, "I have trouble trusting men, especially those whose own agendas have not been shared with me."

Misnomer was aware – Just a little snap. A sudden twinge of motion and this affair would be over. But what would that save? Who would that scorn? Everyone has a purpose to serve even in death. "I asked first."

Karnal Sin takes her coral gaze and stares into the would-be eyes of the mask her friend dons, both of her hands clasping his casually, as if they had always been so physically close and affectionate, like lovers from another life having lived through a torrid, affair in some passionate city of yesteryear, "My agendas are completely self-serving, so I am not entirely sure why you would think that you'd benefit from any of them save for your own sick satisfaction...if you swing that way."

Misnomer’s expression sours as if he had tasted the salt of a thousand ripe lemons. He wonder if he was out maneuvered, was the game really necessary? Everyone had warned him of this eventuality. He settles on swaying forward and pulling her to him. As if the pair were rekindling a lost moment that never existed except in the dreamscape of their minds. He mumbles softly. The hurt evident in his tone. "I'm not sure of my reasons anymore."

Karnal Sin slips one of her hands out of his, lifting the noodly-appendage to his covered face, her silk-like skin rubbing along his cheek as her voice drops to a whisper, like a child admitting to some errant mishap in their day, "I mean to test Xanatos.” She takes a little breath, holding it, her beckoning lips parted for just a moment before continuing in a shallow breath, "and by that, he must bring to me what he holds dear - in this case, the Challengers." Her hand has reached under his chin by this point and she lowers his face to her shorter stature so that she can peer at him more closely in their proximity, the heat of their bodies comingling the space between them.

Misnomer mumbles his response as their bodies are pressed together in the dying spring air. He could reach out and touch this spring peach take the metaphorical fruit from the Garden of Eden but he catches himself before his hubris can ruin him. He falls into silence for a few moments. "What result do you expect?"

Karnal Sin keeps herself unmoved, her refusal to back down an open challenge to the curious gentleman she had just met a few weeks ago but who had worked his way into her life in a way she was both uncomfortable and excited about. Her eyes narrow closer to slits as her lips perk up in each corner, like a flower welcoming the morning sun after a long and cold night, "Details are unnecessary, but I expect to watch them tear apart as their egos ravage any vestiges of dignity they have left."

Misnomer parts his lips ever-so-much, it was an invitation that was never formally given. This would mean nothing in the long run. Even less if the ruse was truly a ruse. He mumbles out a response, if he could blush the man would be a tomato. But he couldn't. He appeared as cool and collected as usual. He mumbles a response. "And you see that working? You don't see them putting their differences aside to fight the greater foe."

Misnomer frowns some at the implication. "That would leave you vulnerable you realize?"

Karnal Sin idly moves her hand back up along his cheek, brushing some stray silver hair that is glinting in the afternoon light, tucking the lock behind his ear as her next words slink out of her mouth, "What makes you think they will even know it's me?"

Karnal Sin: Xanatos will be doing all the heavy lifting.

Misnomer cants his head to the side, his hands slithering up her form idly keeping her in their feigned embrace. "That’s a good girl. What will you do with the floating man?"

The Bartender groans and places the drinks down on the counter, rolling his eyes at the two flirtatious, over-dressed patrons.

Karnal Sin’s right side of her lip tips up in a smirk, a dangerous glow emanating from her eyes - not the crimson blood-lust red that her husband had become accustomed to in the passing fortnight, but the excited and thrilled haze of raw adrenaline coursing through her petite and powerful body, "You don't think it'd be fun to watch those two groups, claw at each other?"

Karnal Sin leans her head closer to him, but moves from his gaze so that her chin is nearly resting on the chorded muscles of his neck and shoulders. She takes a long breath through her nose as she smells him, like a hungry lion reveling in the scent of prey.

Misnomer would turn with her if he could; a low smile spreads across his face punctuated by his neon green light that are burrowed into his flesh. "I'd rather do the damage personally. But consider me attached to your plans. I'd prefer to keep it discreet.

Karnal Sin turns her face towards him, her lips grazing against his jaw line before pulling back to look at him, a mocking expression a fixture on her face, a face that would make angels cry from the highest lofts in heaven's glorious real estate.

Karnal Sin shifts her weight so that she is leaning back into his hand that rests casually on her, her hand still trailing along the back of his hand, tickling at his scales, "We are both children of the shadows – I only let people see what they want to see and only when I want them to see it."

Misnomer falls forward with her as if he is swept up in their dance. He lowers his gaze to keep up with the divine. "Grandiose. Keep me informed, if things fall back around. I'll do my best to." He pauses some, gazing over her form from behind his mask.

Karnal Sin catches both of them with a firm heel to the ground behind her, the metal tipped stiletto clanging against the ceramic, rocky surface with a deafening boom that causes all other patrons to look over at the two friends holding each other precariously, "I appreciate the support, and what do I have to pay in return?"

Karnal Sin's back is arched, still holding both of their weights up, her right hand reaching over to the bar, slipping her fingers around the dewed slender glass of her champagne, stroking up the length stem of the glass, her eyes curiously examining him.

Misnomer watches her demonstrate, if it was something conscious or unconscious he wouldn't press the matter. The smirk spreads across his face and he bears his immaculate, glistening teeth something that could be confused for a grin. "I can think of a few things. But, we are of the same mind in this affair. In equal parts. No favors besides those..." He lets the silence sink in. "Willingly given."

Karnal Sin flutters her dark, painted lashes at him, the tapered tips brushing against her cheeks that have begun to tint with a blush - was she really blushing? Or simply playing into his ego? Her own mouth opens, her own pearly whites flashing in a dazzling smile, her eyes sparkling like a vampire in some other purple-prose writing for teenagers, "I have a feeling your words are making a charge that you cannot pay credit upon, my dear."

Misnomer shakes his head, his silver hair blowing blissfully in the wind. He would wink, she might catch the hint of motion. He lets out a low growl, a half done snarl in their conversation. "It takes a while for a check to bounce. We could have some fun before the bank catches on."

Karnal Sin places her half full glass onto the countertop of the bar, the glass sliding from all the built up moisture on the shaft and base of it. She dips a slender finger into the cool liquid delicately, much like Achilles mother took care in dipping her son into the river Styx. She brings the moistened finger to her mouth sucking on its surface contents, her eyes boldly staring at him, "We'll see." She pulls from his grasp in a singular, smooth motion, like a feather floating in the wind.

Misnomer reaches over with his hands free; he has room to maneuver he grabs what remains of her drink. Pressing the rim of the glass to his lips, he consumes the contents. He slams the drink on the table, pondering why the bartender is flipping him off. He adopts a cool smirk, adjusts his tie some and moves to follow Karnal out.


------Pocket D; Red Side------


Skewerstrike: H'lo, Single-M. Meet Triple-M.

Karnal Sin looks over at Misnomer, winking at him, sharing a knowing smile - a smile that is both sweet and alluring, a welcoming expression to any man other than the enigma that was her friend.

Miss Mao: You have other Ms? Should I be jealous?

Skewerstrike: Worry not, you got th'majority share.

Misnomer glances over to his right offering the group a shrug that was as blank as a slate. He offers Mao the usual greeting lifting his chin up and down in the semblance of a nod. He judges the girl precariously. "So why three M's."

Miss Mao: I'm May Mao. Tack on the Miss and you have three Ms.

Misnomer cants his head to the side. He brings nothing to the conversation that wasn't already present, in a low mutter. "So you know Strike?"

Miss Mao: Shrike? Yes.

Karnal Sin eyes the newcomer, a subtle curiosity washing over her as she regards him casually from her place on the railing, the walkway bizarrely separating the sexes of the gathered supers, like the line drawn in the sand for the battle that would never come like the Cold War.

Skewerstrike: Hey there, Ivan.

Shadow Construct: Hey.

Misnomer knew the Cold War was still going on. It had just fallen off the radar. The impending doom was something always present. He watches Karnal in mixed anticipation. A moment of surprise washes over the man at the mention of Ivan, but he doesn’t let it show.

Karnal Sin ponders the simplicity of the newcomer's words, the confidence in which he spoke them, like a self-assured man at the peak of his prowess in both life, love, and occupation. She nods to him, her chin lowering for a moment before lifting again just beyond that moment.

Misnomer pretends to be the statue as best he can. "So how did you two meet?"

Miss Mao stares wistfully at her coffee. “We met over the field of battle in Warburg, the blood, the carnage, we barely escaped with our lives and the nuclear weapons. I still have nightmares of that day.” She then deadpans, “We actually met here in the D.”

Skewerstrike: That we did!

Karnal Sin chuckles, although really it's more of a chortle, as she thinks back to the days she, herself was battling the raging bloody bays and siren's calls, dipping in an out of recluse's victory like a fickle teenager falling in and out of love.

Miss Mao: I'm actually stunned Shrike got me coffee tonight He's never done that before.

Skewerstrike: A little voice in my head told me I oughta.

Miss Mao: I like that voice. Give that voice my love.

Karnal Sin smiles at Mao, "I've been trying to teach him some manners, though I was surprised myself. Guess your pout sold him on it." She winks at Mao knowingly, sharing in a brief moment of women's knowledge like the ageless wisdom passed down from generation to generation.

Shadow Construct bends at the knees, ruffling the dark, coarse hair on his dog’s head. His eyes scan the crowd, looking, dissecting, the larger than life gathering. He was amazed to see the amount of astronomical individuals standing before him

Misnomer adjusts himself, his arms settling into a simple cross. As if he was anticipating a blow. He taps his iron heeled boot on the ground setting the pace to the moment. "Oh-tap-I meant-tap-how you and Ivan -tap- met."

Shadow Construct: I don't remember how we met.

Misnomer looks at Shadow Construct, boiling over with rage, he clenches his fists into a ball. Venom rolls off his tongue. "That’s my dog."

Karnal Sin raises a slender brow at Misnomer as he gets seemingly angry about the dog that rested at Shadow's feet, submissive in all forms to its master as she had once been to her master in the days of the Dominion those many years ago.

Miss Mao hopes Misnomer has a plastic bag of pathos to clean up after the poop of the pooch from purgatory. Pungent poop of pathos from the pooch purported to be from Purgatory.

Shadow Construct opens his mouth, both shocked and appalled by his antics! "How dare you accuse me of stealing!" The tone of his voice is a thundering low sound of angst and anger. "This temple dog was given to me by the one known as Vec's mother."

Skewerstrike felt the aftershock of the animosity wash over him like a wave of ennui, drowning him in the imaginary social cage. Of the group, he alone had no railing behind him - yet, free to go, he remained. "Well, as long as he's takin' good care of it."

Karnal Sin walks herself towards Misnomer, temporarily breaking the bonds of the sexes as she crosses the line and threshold of the platform. She glides almost ethereally to her friend, ghost-like, as if trapped in this mortal plane by a power much greater than any of those gathered could ever fathom, "I could always just buy you dog, my sweet."

Misnomer looks to the h*llhound. For a few moments their eyes meet. He can see himself in those eyes. What was he becoming? Not a man who swept up dog poop. That’s what. He shudders some upon the realization that Ivan wasn't the kind of man to clean his own messes much less the ones left in the wake of his pet monster. "Yeah you can keep the dog."

Shadow Construct gingerly, yet sternly, plunges his hand the pocket of his jeans. Tussling for a moment he expels an ivory white bone. It glistens with the lights pouring down from the rafters, as if the techno gods had imbued it with some mystical power.

Shadow Construct hands it to his dog.

Miss Mao decides to lighten up the conversation a bit, 'So did I tell you I have two cats? Quite the darlings.' If by darlings you mean sociopathic autocrats, as all cats are.

Karnal Sin tilts her head at Misnomer, an inquiring demeanor projecting itself from her to
him, "No?" Her singular word tickled the air between them, as if her offer was insinuating of something else entirely.

Misnomer watches as the dog takes the bone and plunges forward its bark, double edged. It spits a dreaded h*ll echo as it leaps into the portal behind the group, leaving only the scent of brimstone and cabbage.

Misnomer sniffs, then coughs awkwardly. "No, I'm not really a dog person."

Karnal Sin raises both of her brows at Misnomer, "There are so many directions that I could take that statement, darling, either way, I'm sure I could figure something out to accommodate your preferences..." Her words trail off, a mocking tone in her voice.

Shadow Construct smells the noxious cabbage gas being expelled from the bowls of his beasts innards. He would turn to leave the group, face red with proper embarrassment, the hue radiates a glow of disapproval, "I must go find my dog."

Misnomer doesn’t drop a beat. He nods and offers the token answer any man would. Well any man besides the man who pretended to be a little girl. He doesn’t know much about that man. He hops to the next verse. His confidence as loud as a boom box in a crowded New York street. "Only dogs I like are ******* you know what I mean?" He wants Ivan there, he reaches over for the bro-fist but he is gone. A ghost in the bar. He looks down for a moment. "Oh looking for his dog."

Hecktick is just a little girl, a dainty little thing, and I know you all want to be, a little white girl just like me. SHAMON

Miss Mao: My, it's getting crowded.

Skewerstrike discarded a casual glance over his shoulder, which instantly turns into a glance forward, back over his shoulder, rationing his easygoing confidence for the day. "Hello, Kichi."

Misnomer follows the man's gaze, eyeing the tanned Asian as she springs up the railing. Was it from a tanning salon? Most likely. Most likely. "Hi."

Karnal Sin turns herself towards Mao, a curious glance much like a kitten discovering a new toy, "Are you uncomfortable with crowds? I've only really ever seen you with one or two other people."

Miss Mao: I tend to lose track of the conversation in crowds, turn into quite the wallflower then.

Skewerstrike: Whatever th'case may be, it'll be tested now. I'm gonna make tracks!

Miss Mao: Nice seeing you again Shrike, don't be a stranger.

Kichi’s long day, at last, has come to a restful drink at the D, her eyes blink seductively at Skewer even if honestly she didn't f*cking mean to. Her lips move with words, words that come out of her mouth…that sound like words.

Kichi: Hey.

Karnal Sin chuckles, again, turning more into a chortle, "If you'd prefer, we could divert all of our attention on you, but you may blush with some of their intense focus," motions over to Misnomer jokingly.

Kichi's player wonders why her enter key is sticking. She ponders why, could it have been the beer she accidentally spilled on it from the other night? Maybe. These thoughts she ponders while listening to someone type loudly over Skype – SORAH.

Skewerstrike glanced once more between his companions a gentle gaze landing to rest at his far right, at his 'Triple-M' - a woman with many names, no doubt, and that was his name for her, even if not a strictly legal one.

Skewerstrike: You good for coffee?

Hecktick looks down at the small section of tiles on the floor, 119. 119 dreams of every hero and villain that has no doubt be crushed by the weight of reality. Would she be any different? Would she ever truly understand her destiny "Sup b*tches?"

Karnal Sin nods to Shrike, "I'm sure I'll see you later, darling." She let the last word of her statement linger in the air amongst the group, like a pungent smell that no one wants to talk about (like a fart).

Miss Mao: I could never have enough coffee. But I'm making sure this cup's savored.

Skewerstrike nods once more in a final acknowledgement of May, and then to Kathryn's intonation, ultimate but silent... silent but deadly.

Skewerstrike: Cool, be seein' ya then.

Kichi - her eyes take a long time to find Skewer as so many things to her head happens. Like turning it, and of course the eye movement. She didn't know if she was going to make it in time to even SAY goodbye.

Kichi: BYE.

Kichi made it.

Skewerstrike: Seeya!

Karnal Sin flashes a dazzling smile at Hecktick, her smile genuine as she recalls the entertaining conversation she had received last time from the petite side-kick to Misnomer, "Always a welcome to have you, sweetie."

Misnomer knew that curiosity killed the cat. He was thankful that no one had pushed the notion of Hecktick's presence. She was like looking into a little tiny mirror with a bloody bow tie. "So. Whats new Heck?"

Karnal Sin notices the shift in genders in the gathering, she looks to Kichi, winking at her as she knows that Kichi has noticed this as well, a familiar bond shared between the two women as their years have
been spent intermitted befriended much like the knowing relationship between the sun and moon, a constant twas forever thus.

Hecktick repeated the question in her mind, for a moment its implications seemed to shake the very walls of her reality. Was this the small tear that would unmake the canvas of her life? "Oh you know....the usual"

Hecktick: So who are these guys?

Miss Mao: Hello, I'm May Mao. Nice to meet you.

Karnal Sin: Did I not introduce myself before when we met? I do apologize...

Misnomer motions to his left. The spontaneously glowing blonde woman with a heart of putrid blackness. "This is Kat. You met her before." A lifetime ago.

Kichi turns to look at Karnal, another long turn. She notices the look, the almost wink, that Karnal had implied. Is this chick a rug muncher now? Is she the light to Kichi's...light? She speaks, as if her world depends on it. "Is it just me or is everyone taking a very long time to talk?

Karnal Sin lowers herself into a bow at the small statured super-woman/girl, regality and dignity encompassing her every move, before she lifts herself to meet the woman's gaze, "My name is Kathryn, a pleasure to meet you."

Hecktick and she had introduced before, had she forgotten? Was this the first sign of Alzheimer’s that plagued her family? Hundreds of miles away an old man sat hunched in his chair, a pathetic shell of his former self, without the capacity to remember his own daughter that now stood before this group "Oh whoops sorry I forgot.”

Misnomer looks over to Kichi, the girl was aflame in more ways than one. He cants his head to the side if it could tilt any more it would fall off his neck. "So this is Kichi. The other girl is triple M."

Kichi’s eyes find Misnomer, the curiosity of his mask almost leaving her at the edge of a gasp…but Kichi doesn't gasp. In fact, she doesn't really do anything but stand there and talk honestly. "... triple M?"

Miss Mao: It's a nickname Shrike has for me. I'm May Mao. Or Miss May Mao. Hence the 'triple M'.

Misnomer motions to the secondary Asian. It wasn't quite racist because it was in his mind. "Exactly."

Karnal Sin turns her attention to Hecktick momentarily, her eyes peering into her with an intensity akin to a blind mind seeing the for the first time thanks to the wonders of modern technology (what?), "So how goes your apprenticeship?"

Kichi’s brow arches, so far arching it almost fell of. Crimson eyes, full of fury! Or…red coloring! Stare directly into Mao's soul. "Oh. Racism." She spats, so normally. In a normal tone. Looking normal.

Miss Mao: I beg your pardon?

Hecktick hears another question, so simply asked that anyone might answer it without due consideration. Not this time, not ever again. She felt like the whole world was watching "oh pretty good, M only grabs my bum, in private now"

Misnomer knew his nickname was just M. It stood for something. Not Mellissa or Miles or Mercury. He was Misnomer both in meaning and name. He mutters as much a response he can muster which is a response, in and of itself. "She's doing pretty good…God*mnit heck."

Miss Mao: I wasn't aware they had formal apprenticeships for that sort of thing.

Misnomer offers a low snarl in response. She was clearly speaking in jest, but it cut him deeper than he ever wanted the group to know. "What did I tell you about telling people about our special instruction time?"

Karnal Sin looks at Misnomer as he gets a little frustrated before turning back to Hecktick, the smoothness in her gaze like the soft, silky like the fabric softener bear in all those commercials , "That's so interesting since he seems to otherwise rebuff most of others."

Teneebraeyus strolls amongst them, a rumble builds up, and then bubbles out of his mouth. "mmmmmmrrRRowrll."

Karnal Sin looks back at Miss Mao, "Apparently, they do. I'm not entirely sure about it..." motions towards Hecktick and Misnomer, indicating to what she is speaking to, like Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune, except she lacks the badly made prom-dress like garments. Karnal twinkles vampire-like, not with the cheap obsession of sequins that plagued the 80s and 90s like the Black Death in Europe how many centuries ago.

Hecktick sometimes forgot about the special instruction that he spoke of. Only sometimes certain things would bring the memories flooding back. The smell of leather, the pinch of metal on flesh, the smell of musk "Sorry boss, I'll be good"

Miss Mao: Hey kittybeardog.

Misnomer looks down at Teneebraeyus with a hateful glare. Thankfully hidden by his mask. He had sworn to find a way to cast that thing aside. Arrange for it to be sent into the burning orb in the sky. "Thanks, Heck."

Teneebraeyus looks up at Misnomer. Since he has no supernatural sense, he does not feel the wrath burning a hole where he sits.

Teneebraeyus: Mrowrl.

Karnal Sin narrows her eyes a bit, cocking her head cat like at Hecktick, "As said...he seems to rebuff any OTHERS advances...." the word others very obviously referring to herself. She felt on blast, and suddenly threatened slightly to her newly forged friendship with Misnomer.

Misnomer wanted to bury a knife, sliding into the back of things neck. It would offer one last gurgle squawk than die along and cold and unloved. Soon. But not too soon. He's too obsessed with killing the aberration that he cannot be bothered with the rest of this-fragile reality.

Teneebraeyus is truly hated by one man. This is one person that hates him. His unknown enemy will seal his doom... or will he? Time will tell.

Hecktick grins behind her mask that hides far more than just her face and something she never considered enter her mind, she has been warned but rules were made to be broken. "Have you seen my *ss? Nobody can say no."

Kichi never actually wandered off to change her clothing, no. She always stood her in Karnal-Like sl*t-gear. That…looked a lot like Karnal's old style clothing, apparently. Maybe it was to bring back memories of the days of Karnal, spreading new STDs around the D she contracted from Chimera. Or maybe only in her imagination. Either way, her breasts look awesome.

Miss Mao looks down at her empty cup, her frown a pout of pitifulness, much like Doctor Horrible's PHD in Horribleness. 'I must go home...to my Keurig.' It called her, like a siren song on the rocks of loneliness. Coffee, her bitter, cruel mistress.

Misnomer awaked from his pleasant murderous day dream by the words. He shakes his head some as he comes back to reality. A cardinal rule was broken and justice needed to be delivered. "Heck you said *ss that’s a penny in the jar."

Karnal Sin's eyes rake up and down Hecktick's body like a lustful old man at a strip club, rationalizing every flaw in the person they pay to watch to rationalize why they are not with said individual, "I think that for competition sake in that regard...I would win.”

Teneebraeyus stalks over to Karnal, growing as he swells, his fur rippling.

Teneebraeyus stares flatly at the two with the jagged masks. His fur bristles as motes of color float from beneath his fur. He can sense the tension, just by the tones of voices.

Karnal Sin turns on her heel, looking down at Tenee's new large form, "I prefer you small, darling...." her request is more of an order, as she crinkles her nose at the sight of the overly large, crouched creature, "How am I to carry you in this state?"

Hecktick knew a penny in the jar is far less an affront to her than the comments made. She would win? Perhaps Hecktick was cursed by her own hubris and unable to see her own flaws...no...never, it's this woman who has come to tread on her dreams. "Ehhh debatable, sides M likes me best.”

Kichi’s eyes shift to Hecktick, darting quickly like a cat's eyes on a prey. Her chin raises with a question, a question she will always ask. "Who's M again?"

Teneebraeyus looks between the feuding females, having little understanding. He was going to protect her...and she told him not to. He is unsure, but complies.

Karnal Sin looks over her toned shoulder, shooting a quick look at Hecktick before staring at Misnomer as she spoke the words to slink out of her mouth, her full lips pursing and pausing in all the right places, like a poet on open-mic night, "I think...he would beg to differ...."

Misnomer admires the view for a moment, watching the tip of golden hair hang over the blondes bottom. He ponders along with Kichi the existence of so many STDS that may perhaps have been birthed there. Or perhaps not. Maybe. "I'm M. It's pretty easy to remember."

Karnal Sin looks back down to Tenee, smiling sweetly at him, she coos quietly, "I can take care of myself, little one, come now..." as she bends on her knees, still maintaining her dignity like that of a properly chastised royal blooded woman, she picks him up and carries him in her arms affectionately like a mother holding her babe. Perhaps she longed for her own child? Could she even have a child? With all those potential STDs running around in her, it was unlikely.

Teneebraeyus meeps, looking more satiated, but his fur waves about in some invisible breeze. He has no idea what is going on, but the tones of voices are still scaring him.

Kichi’s brow raises, chin raising higher. Maybe she can't see, maybe it's too dark. Or that portal beside them casting a weird light to go into her eye, either way. Her chin was raised. Like a queen on a throne, like a Goddess…doing goddess things with their chin being raised or whatever. "Oh."

Misnomer glances over to Hecktick for a moment. The echo of her screams playing in his mind. Sennpaaaii. He shakes his head some. His hatred shifts to the dog, always that d*mn dog. "I like you both. I just train Heck. It's not a similar relationship."

Karnal Sin reassuringly pets Tenee, her slender hand familiarly running down the length of his spine, her newly manicured nails tickling at his furry exterior as she stares, ice like, at Hecktick over her new found possessiveness of Misnomer.

Teneebraeyus relaxes slowly, his fur settling.

Hecktick looks at the woman before her and her own jealously boils to the surface. She knew she might be playing with fire, but she was a hot blooded student with a passion for trouble "She's kinda old looking though, M"

Karnal Sin smirks to herself, thinking but not saying how Misnomer's taste for women were more refined than the fawning of a delusional student, that he sought an equal to play with, not a pet.

Karnal Sin: While I am sure I am older than you, darling...there are skills that come with age - skills, techniques, and general know-how that would be lost on someone as ill-equipped as yourself.

Kichi looks back and forth between the cat fight, on the edge of her seat. Her bottom lip quivers, just slightly…what's going to happen next? A jello wrestling competition? Whose top will fall off first? Why did Kichi have to pick today to wear granny panties?

Misnomer is thankful that finally, the helbeast is gone. He breathes a relieved sigh of contemplative relief the breath escaping him like a whoopee cushion being sat on. But it returns in moments. And he swears to himself in solemn silence. Finally he turns to the two. "Wait wha? What are you talking about?"

Hecktick internally reacted. Now she'd done it. The word's pierced her heart; they were cold like steel and the sickening feeling Heck felt was that they just might be true. No she must move that from her mind. "Yeah well you look like you get around I guess"

Teneebraeyus snorts. And pronounces so blandly, mimicking someone who had a much deeper voice
than him.

Karnal Sin walks to Hecktick slowly, tossing her cocktail aside melodramatically, her eyes locked onto the diminutive girl with a single-mindedness like a cheetah on the Discovery Channel, slow motion, body shifting methodically. While Karnal is clearly inebriated, she seems SOMEWHAT in control. She puts Tenee down, not as gingerly as she normally does, but not roughly either. She towers over Hecktick, her jaw clenched.

Teneebraeyus ... mrowls.

Karnal Sin: I think there would be an easy solution, little one...since the man in question seems to be keeping mum on this.

Misnomer heard the aberration speak as if it was a war cry, he steps forward. At the same time Karnal does. But instead of actually doing anything he settles on stepping away from the showdown. Being the man he is he wants the best view.

Karnal Sin shoots an accusatory look at Misnomer, her eyes narrowed, brows raised.

Hecktick lowers her hand to her waist, no, she wouldn't draw her weapon, she won't declare war here and now, civilizations have risen and fell in the time it took her heart to start beating again, calming herself. But what to do next, what was this woman's power, she must have some, nobody just enters this dimensions defenseless. "well, yeah what do you think M?"

Misnomer knew the solution was simple. He couldn't help but wipe the satisfaction off his hidden face. Things would need to be arranged. "I'll go get the mud. Kichi do you have a slip and slide?"

Misnomer?: "I think I need to find a slip and slide."

Misnomer retorts, it wasn't much of one typical avoidance behavior. He needed to stay neutral otherwise he wouldn't be able to approach this situation like so many male bioware leads that everyone always wanted to be. "How would you like to settle your dispute?"

Karnal Sin's left hand's fingers begin to flex and stretch, spheres of energy forming and dissipating irregularly, licks of raw power crackling in the air like the atoms of existence were colliding in her control - Hiroshima in her hands and at her beck and call.

Skewerstrike is measured in his approach, and as he advances, in a cruel irony, counts backwards - from relative safety to social exposure and risk. To just be himself, he puts it all on the line, risking everything.... "H'lo, folks, I'm back."

Karnal Sin addresses Misnomer's questions even though she knew it wasn't directed at her, "You know how I want to end this conversation, delicious."

Misnomer saw the bold move. This was the game his foe was going to play. He offers his own response dripping with hidden venom. He could tolerate the man but not the man and the dog. "Hey buddy. What’s new?"

Skewerstrike reached a venturing hand backwards to scratch at the beast's ears. Over fifty gestures were recognized by humanity, across language, across cultural barriers - but just how did they weather the storm of those beyond earth? Beyond dimensions?

Hecktick’s hidden eyes dart to the display of energy. So that's what it was. She unclicks a small cylinder from her belt and it elongates to her staff, this weapon always manifests her desires, now with a sickeningly gnarled blade on the tip. It was as if her very heart were the weapon she would wield "Best step off."

Karnal Sin: Or what, little one?

Karnal Sin sneers at her, her unrefined and uncontrolled emotions taking over, all sense of decorum gone out the window like a ****** on parole.

Misnomer saw the tool he had helped the girl find. This was his ace in the hole. The weapon was no dues ex machina of an old man. There was no kindred spirit trapped in that weapon. It would only feed on the blood of its foes. He tilts his head at Hecktick some, it was too soon for this. "I'd watch the staff Heck. We didn't really get that thing worked in yet."

Hecktick, in this verbal game of chicken, had to win, or this was all for nothing. She has come so far can she really take that last step? She could win, or be swallowed up in this woman's hatred "Or I’ll wrap you up in carpet and toss you over a bridge"


------Outside of Pocket D; Arena------


Misnomer had the cameras set, the fight was ready. He looked to Skewer for a moment and patted him on the shoulder. "Remember to take the best shots bud."

Kichi noticed somehow the fight ended up in the street. A real cat fight. Alley cats, even. Kichi, disappointed she wasn't able to join in on the jello fight---cat fight, I mean!---stands idly by with the others, watching carefully. Thoroughly. Even if she's not moving because the player is typing.

Skewerstrike: Oh, I'm, uh…I only do that stuff alone. My infiltratin's a trick of the trade. You ain't allowed to see it.

Kichi: *insert long paragraph about Kichi looking at her nails*

[EPIC PVP-FIGHTING OF AWESOMENESS – Karnal is clearly winning.]

Karnal Sin: So…had enough?

Karnal Sin: Or should I really show you how much I can get what I want?

Reiraku: *insert long paragraph about Rei looking at Kichi's nails* Have those done recently?

Kichi: Actually yes. *Long paragraph about her looking at Rei and showing some sort of detailed emotion*

Reiraku: They look good. Proper nail care is a luxury in our field. *long paragraph of emotion, nature,
and the universe*

Kichi: That was racist. *She states, blah blah faskljflkawjhiofhanfskalnflkasf*

Misnomer: Remember, none of what she says is true. Uhh power of friendship. I'm talking to whichever one of you wants to hear it.

[EPIC PVP-FIGHTING OF FABULOUSNESS – Karnal wins.]


------Pocket D; Red Side------


Karnal Sin breathes heavily, looking down at Hecktick. Karnal catches her breath, her body still reeling with the adrenaline in her body from the fight, a glow of red still lingering in her eyes

Karnal Sin smirks down at Hecktick, "My ability to best you in combat has little to do with how much M prefers me....however, it will potentially keep your tongue checked."

Misnomer watches the credits flash across the metaphorical screen. He slinks over to help Hecktick up. It also happens to make him seem more manly than ever. "Yeah you kinda did diss her up first."

Misnomer?: Thats how they say it on the streets.

Misnomer didn’t know if that is how they say it on the streets. He remembers the streets like Yancy Street. Stupid dirty oft remembered Yancy Street. "Well it's whatever. You’re still learning how to use your staff. Kat's pretty aware of what she's capable of."

Karnal Sin raises a brow at La Fantoma, "Unless someone is willing to fight me face
to face, I will do what needs to be done to accomplish my goals...."

Hecktick remembers Yancy street, and mentions it whenever possible. Memories long ago of hot summers cooled by fire hydrates, games of stick ball, and the ice-cream truck plodding along delivering summertime innocence to the neighborhood youth "My *ss hurts"

Karnal Sin reaches down a hand at Hecktick, her slender fingers spread in camaraderie, "Need help up, lovely?"

Karnal Sin smiles, a kind smile, a feeling of affection, despite the battle, wafting from Karnal to Hecktick, "Sometimes I just see red, my dear...you can blame M." Karnal looks over at Misnomer, before turning her attentions back to her.

Misnomer nods some, content for the moment, as if the boiling tension won't turn sour. He can smell the scent even now. Or was it the cabbage hound? He shrugs some and places his hand on Karnal's shoulder in some passive gesture. Wait. Putting hands on shoulders was a bad idea he should have known that from the other night, and the violence that ensued. It lingers for a moment. "Yeah, blaming me is the best."

Karnal Sin runs a hand through her hair, the golden locks tousling at her ministrations.

Kichi grabs Karnal by the shoulders, thrusting her forward at Misnomer. "YOUR PRIZE, MADAME."

Karnal Sin wraps her arms around Misnomer's chorded neck accordingly, her body all but gracefully tripping against the ground as she falls into her friend, a giggle, coming from her mouth that had so recently been expelling the vile taunts and verbal toxin in the heat of the battle like the crazed gypsy she resembled…yeah.

Misnomer turns in mixed anticipation and raw fear of getting knocked through the portal into the natural realm of the cat girl. He turns dramatically catching the woman in his arms in the most dramatic sense. She hits him with such force his hat-is knocked sideways, striking an awkward pose. He stumbles back for a little bit. A low tsk escaping from his mask. "

Karnal Sin looks up at Misnomer, a playful grin tickling the corner of her lips, "Oh, darling, am I imposing?"

Misnomer shrugs. "Only in the slightest of senses!"

Karnal Sin extends her right arm towards Fey, beckoning her to come closer to her in her proximity toMisnomer. She was drunk and high off of liquor and adrenalin. These days she was uncontrollable when the mood of revelry would strike her. Who was that God? Dionysus? He should’ve been a woman. A hot one. Like Karnal.

Misnomer scoffs, secretly relieved Fey didn't come over. "Sooo. "

Misnomer takes advantage like the horrible lecher he is. Pressing his masked face to hers, the alcohol on her breath bothered him. He wraps his arms around her. "I'm terrible at conversation with you in this mood."

Karnal Sin looks up at her friend, a devious glint in her eyes, "This would be news to me, darling!"