Squiddy_Attack

((She can't see through time, and isn't very good at tracking peoples' trails, but whatever ))
"...Holy whatever..." she looked around, seriously startled. Poe's energies were EVERYWHERE. What's with this guy? She couldn't tell where he was at all. It was too confusing.

She ripped a hole back to Pocket D, stepped through it, and landed with a heavy THUMP on top of the bar, slightly dizzy. She quickly pulled the edges of the hole together.
The Nictus energy around her claws faded.

Now, let's see...Who was he looking for?

Ppoowweerr Bbrreeaakkeerr, ssiillllyy lliizzaarrdd. Bbuutt hhee ttooookk tthhaatt ootthheerr ppeerrssoonn.

Whoever the other person was.. Right. His energy, she might be able to follow. She didn't travel to other dimensions much, though, just to other places in Paragon by using the void. ((Teleportation. ))
Well, people had already seen her stepping out of one hole. No use disguising her dimensional rending now.
She made a fresh hole where the other one was just been, and fell backwards through it, using her talons to pull it closed.

LEt's see...Where is he?
She searched through the void, looking for Kip. His energy was incredibly faint, but it was still there.

Slicing at the place there was the most of it, she pulled herself through the hole and went tumbling onto the floor.
Khel looked around. It was still the Pocket D. Kip was there, but she was back in the D.

"...Hmm...I'm back here...Have I gotten this wrong?..."

((I doubt it. Khel's not going to give up the best meal she's ever had that easily. ))

She thought a moment. "...I doubt I'd explode...I can do just fine if...I siphon off Terra Volta--" she coughed. "...And black out a few...city zones..."
Kheldragon didn't even bother taking the apple, just poked it. It seemed to be sucked into her finger, very quickly, and then it was gone.
She made a face. "...Hm...That apple was sour...Not your fault, though..."

Her mind drifted back to the strange waiter. The most unusual energy she'd ever felt -- she still had quite a bit of it stored up -- and what the hell was he doing? Apparently, there remained a spark of her close-to-insatiable curiosity (once something got enough interest) somewhere inside her.
"...Uh-hm...Wonder if I can find...him through dimensional...travel..." she muttered under her breath, the words laced with shadow? Something like that.
"...Excuse me..." she said to everyone nearby, and headed for the ladies' room, making her way to the largest stall. Her talons made a click-click noise on the tile. God, it reeked in here.

She gathered Nictus energy in her claws, then slashed an invisible enemy from top to bottom. There was a slight groan as the dimensional fabric shifted, then a hole opened in the air itself.
Kheldragon stepped through the hole, closed it behind her, and was gone.

She floated through the void, searching for energy like Poe's.

((I said "Nearly thirteen", she's twelve And Kheldragon has the excuse of being a tortured emo experiment who sucks everyone ELSE's energy ))

Ink retracted her thorns and looked at the ground.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "Yah, truce. 'M sorry I accuzd y' 'a do'ng that j's t' both'r me. 'T's jus' th't pe'ple seem t' like t' pull th't crap w'th me."
She grew an apple off her arm and handed it to him as a peace offering, then she and Jaws wandered off to one of the machines.

Jaws had four "legs", or at least four of the stalks it used to walk. It beat her easily.

"...Well..." said Kheldragon, "...If I drain people completely--" she coughed-- "...They die...They don't just lose their...powers, you see..."
She shifted slightly, tearing the carpet.
"...It was probably..."bloody plague and mediocre"--" another cough "--That set her off...She's from the Isles, you...see, where to survive, you have...to be a fighter...I bet she had a...major temper even...before she went there, though..."

Kheldragon shrugged. She would probably have gone to the Isles a long time ago, but she NEEDED Terra Volta and the War Walls. Like almost everyone else here needed oxygen (or, in Ink's case, sometimes carbon dioxide). They were a limitless energy supply that she totally depended on to live. Here, the dimensional energies were enough to keep her alive, but if she went to the Isles...Well, she'd die fairly quickly. The PTS wasn't everywhere like the War Walls, and she couldn't live by feeding off other villains.
So she didn't know what the Isles were like, she'd just heard it from Ink.

((Yeah, she has hair. This is her more plantish form and this is her original costume.

Can't make a full post at the moment, I'll edit this one later.))

She suddenly burst out completely in thorns, poison dripping off their ends to the floor. Every normal human nearby backed away.
"Yah, well," she snarled, "Aft'r a while y' kinda get sick 'a pe'ple pick'ng on y', y'know? Guess what. I don' want m' hair ruin'd. I don' want t' have a premach'r heart attack. 'N I really don' like pe'ple 'nsultn'g stuff I like jus' t' make me feel stup'd!" she snapped.
Kheldragon stepped in between Ink and E-X, and turned her eerie purple gaze on both of them in turn.

"...Cool down..." she said to Inky. "...You're way out of your league...here, like it or not...just looking funny at...some of the people who...go here is risking your...neck..." she said, somewhat sharply.

"...And..." She turned to Energon. "...Leave her alone...There's such a thing as a...bullying hero...Leave her be, or...I'll see how much energy --" she coughed -- "...You really contain..."

((Oh well. ^_^ And yeah, I can see.))

((...Really? @_@

EDIT: You know, that Fire and the Flames looks faintly doable on the slower bits...

...I'm not kidding.))

((Agreed O_O I stand corrected. Bag is the SECOND hardest.))

"Aright, aright," snapped Ink, stomping over to Energon. He'd dumped drinks over her head, made her jump about six feet in the air, and now insulted one of her favorite games. Now she was really going to hurt someone. She was beyond somewhat-friendly pranks, and was now in a real rage.

She didn't even bother hissing at him to take it back, just smiled venomously and punched him in the nose. Amazingly hard, for a twelve-year-old girl.
She'd grown small thorns out of her knuckles.

She'd have loved to kick him in the family jewels, but just punching him was dangerously close to getting herself kicked out of here. Again.

"Nah," said Inky. "IT'z a game. There's a met'l pad y' step on, w'th four arrow'z -- one f'r each d'reksh'n -- 'n y' hafta step t' th' beat ov a song. DDR stand's f'r Dance Dance Revolush'n."

((I have no idea, never seen that song before, but I can beat Afronova...and Xepher...and Tsugaru...and some other nine-footers on Heavy. But the hardest song EVER, EVER...is Bag. It's incredibly slow, and on Heavy it's just basically this river of arrows. You can't even see the screen. THAT should be 20 feet. ))

Inky took the candy bar, bit into it, and grinned at Energon. "Y'r on," she said through a mouthful of chocolate, "B't gimme a bit f'rst, I need t' get sug'r-hyp'r so I won't tire out 'n th' middl' 'a a fight."
She snickered. She was only mostly joking. There were some advantages to being a kid, and lots of energy was one of them.

"Eh, no thank'z," she said about the hard rations, dropping them as if they were dead squirrels. "B't 'm up f'r a DDR match aft'r a fight." Ink grinned widely, almost evilly. She ate six-foot-songs for breakfast and could finish most nine-foots with some difficulty.

((EDIT: For those of you who don't know, "feet" is a measure of song difficulty in Dance Dance Revolution, with one being the easiest and ten being the hardest.
Actually, ten is pretty much impossible.))

Virtue.

Kheldragon nodded. "...Thanks..." was really all she had to say at this point, and she started draining Energon a little more. "...And yes...She's rather easily...distracted, especially if you...have junk food...It's almost eerie how...she can guzzle chips and...sodas and donuts and...never gain a pound..."

"Well," said Ink, looking up at the ceiling, "I wanna Sprite. 'N Jaws jus' want'z s'm plant food. Also, y' got 'ny sandwich's back there?" she asked the bartender. When Ink was hungry, there was no taking her mind off food.

She shook her head. "No, I can't. 'S not th't Jaws izn't smart enuff t' talk -- it'z prob'bly smart'r 'n me -- I jus' can't talk t' plant'z. 'T all."

"'Ey, 'ey, 'ey!" Inky ran over and tried to pull the other flytrap off Jaws. "Y' didn' need t' do that, r'ly."
She wandered over to the bar, and darted behind it, in search of a soda. Didn't take her long to find one.
When she'd finished, she turned back to Flaming, looking slightly awed.

"You c'n talk t' plant'z?!" Inky was awed. She couldn't do it herself, really. She just bent the forces of plants to her will most of the time.
"C'n y' teach me?!"

Inky thought for a moment. "Y'know, m' not sure...Mebbe 't can. Y' got 'nyth'ng t' juggle w'th y'?"
She turned to Jaws. "'Ey, c'n y' juggle?"
It bobbed its head, as if unsure.

Inky smirked, and waved her hand at the ground behind her. For a few minutes, nothing happened, then suddenly a gigantic, walking venus flytrap popped up out of the ground.
She slapped it on the back like an old buddy. It bowed. "This's Jaws," she said, grinning, and handed the thing a pencil and a notepad.

Hello, it wrote.

"GAH!"

She must've jumped a foot in the air, but she'd seen those masks before, so her first reaction was to fight.
She hurled a thorn right through the mask, and glared at Energon.
"Aright, aright," she called, "Y've had y'r fun! Next time, y' get a thorn through y'r chest!"
She smirked. "Or I c'ld call Jaw'z! Y' wanna meet Jaws?"

((I be going offline now. See you tomarow plskthx.



...I also think I need to read less lolcats.))

Kheldragon was about to reach towards the letters and try to absorb them, but the voice in her head stopped her.
Yyoouu rreeaallllyy aarree aa ssttuuppiidd lliizzaarrdd, aarreenn'tt yyoouu? said her Nictus. Cchhaanncceess aarree tthhoossee lleetteerrss aarree mmaaddee ooff tthhee ssaammee ssttuuff aass tthhaatt bbllaacckk bbaallll. Ppooiissoonn yyoouurrsseellff iiff yyoouu wwaaanntt, it sneered.

It was being unusually talkative tonight. The letters, however, were the closest energy source available that wouldn't involve draining another living being.
She sucked up a K. Then an H, E, L, D, R, A, G, O, N, just because she could.


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"'Ey!" Inky shouted as many drinks were suddenly upended over her head, and there was another energy SNAP.

She crouched down in the middle of the plant, glowering in all directions. She'd get that guy back. She'd pay him back, with interest.

Starting with stinging nettles in his pants.

She waited for her target to appear, looking in all directions. The moment he reappeared, she'd get him.

There he is.
She made a couple quick hand motions in his direction. A nettle plant started growing down his back, on the inside of his shirt.
She clenched her teeth.

Inky was still nowhere to be seen. She hadn't yelped when E-X had tried to startle her. She'd gotten good at keeping her mouth shut over time, but was still very much startled.

She glared at Energon from across the dance floor. Time for some payback.
Inky sprouted a small, harmless, but annoying thorn on the tip of her finger, pointed at Energon, and fired it.

Her aim was good. Very good.

"...Well...I have had it looked at...But not really closely...I don't know what's causing...it, but I know that...It's not the best idea --" she coughed -- "...For me to eat normally...And if I depended...on oxygen, I'd be...dead right now..."

It was hard to say whether Kheldragon was depressed, or simply emotionless. It could have gone either way, because she didn't look on either the bright or dark side.

She wondered briefly if, when she healed, her eyes would turn bright red. Probably not; her blood was more reddish than her eyes.

One of the nice things about spandex Void suits was, they weren't as restrictive as the armor. She could move more freely.
In spite of herself, Kheldragon found herself smiling. It was almost like flying again, but there was still the nagging detail that she didn't have any wings. And probably wouldn't have any wings, ever again.

((It's okay ^_^ It can have physical effects, depending on the type of energy, but you can't overload her She's almost like a black hole that way))

Kheldragon stopped still. Dead still. Her stomach pains were getting worse, and she was about to barf, even though there was no acid left in her stomach --

With a wet, sliding sound, a black fluid slid out of her mouth, mixed with blood. She coughed and gagged for a few moments, then pulled her Void scarf back over her mouth.

She stared at the ball, trying to decide whether to chase after it or not. It was considerably smaller than it had been, because she'd eaten part of it.

Mmyy mmyy, yyoouu cceerrttaaiinnllyy aarree aa gglluuttoonn ffoorr ppuunniisshhmmeenntt, aarreenn'tt yyoouu? said her own little voice-inside-the-head. Ii wwoouullddnn'tt eeaatt tthhaatt iiff Ii wweerree yyoouu.

((Well, technically Khel doesn't have to expel energy, it's just that if she has more than she can consume at once, she starts glowing...and losing control of her powers a little.))

Eaugh. This was some very strange energy. She could eat it, but it'd give her her equivalent of moderate indigestion. Maybe she shouldn't have eaten that orb...
Zero-gravity dancing should be made into a sport. There were all kinds of strange things you could do, like corkscrewing while bouncing off the ceiling, or turning over and over while pulling some ordinary dance moves, or...

She felt some wrenching pains in her gut. Maybe she shouldn't have tried a maneuver with too much movement, or maybe it was the strange energy she'd eaten. Whatever the case, Khelly found herself leaving blood in the air as she rotated...

Zero gravity...she sighed. Annoyance? Exasperation? Hard to tell. Hopefully nobody'd get blood to the face.

Kheldragon felt some of the dark energy. Turned, peered under the table where the dark orb sat. She lashed out, sinking her claws into the orb, and slowly sucking it in, not knowing that it was a spying device.
She licked her claws, as if cleaning off some extra scraps of meat. It's not that she could taste energy -- just old dragon habits.

Sitting around in armor all day was getting old. She concentrated, and for a second was just a purple cloud of Nictus energy.
When she reappeared, the armor was gone, and in its place was a suit quite a bit like a Void Hunter's. Of course, she wasn't a Void.

Before she'd been transformed, Khel's sharp scales shredded all clothing she tried to wear. Now she just held it together in a crushing gravity field.

Her face may have been grotesque, but the rest of her wasn't actually all that bad.
In her less shaky moments, she stepped with a slightly feline grace, walking only on her toes like most large predators. Her body was sleek and muscular, also like a big cat. It didn't hurt that she was pretty well-endowed, and her tail just added to the feline, predatory look.


In the armor, she'd looked like a huge, thick, resilient monster. Now she seemed a lot more quick and graceful, but it spoiled the effect when she stumbled.
Kheldragon stumbled, heh, back towards the bar, looking for more of the energy drink.


When she'd found it, she turned back to Energon, floating over the dance floor.