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Final Burning Spirit! (IC/PG-16/Still Accepting! Co-Hosted by Yui)


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While far from the only distracted new student during Mr. Principale's presentation, Ori assumed their exact predicament to be unique. The dragon, as they preferred over being called a person, really wanted to reserve their energy for first day of school proper. Listening to the lecture on their limited opportunities and likely early demise would require them to really have to sit and think about a host of different paths and what mattered right now was a curse was off. Ori sat engrossed with their phone scanning through emails they had sent themself in the past week trying to figure out why the shade of pink on the scales covering the left side of their face felt off today.

"It's fine, you're just nervous." Ori tried to tell themself but several other thoughts rose in succession to drown out the more reasonable assumption that they were just hyper-focused on their first public appearance in some months. And this was the exact spiraling they had wanted to avoid. Now came thoughts of the cops coming back to arrest them, a curse going wrong and getting them hospitalized, what on earth would they look like at thirty when they were going to die that felt so far away what if they didn't age well like this? All unhelpful and ultimately useless as they found the unoffending passage. There was in fact nothing off in their array and they were simply being extra critical of their appearance. It was hardly Ori's fault the various police cells and homes they'd been placed in for the last few months almost never gave them a mirror like they'd constantly asked. Or maybe they did, none of that was really worth remembering.

"Wait how long have I-" Ori mumbled upon looking up and realizing the principal's presentation had concluded and they'd gleaned almost no information from it. That had been the initial plan but somehow it didn't help their nerves settle in the moment. A more decisive voice was helpful in that endeavor as it called for a skipping of the proposed tour Ori had definitely heard something about and instead advocated for going into town. Others around Ori rose to join the conversation falling in on either side. Some felt it pointless to skip at this point, others pleaded for everyone to consider their future. Those against the tour felt it was impossible to really punish them further, this was Dead End Academy after all. 

Normally this would have been where Ori spent ten minutes in their head again wondering what might happen to them if they left campus now. But despite the police's efforts they did still have several bank accounts they could access. Add to this the rather limited wardrobe they'd been operating with for some time now in constant transition from holding cell to testing facility to some kind of basement bunker and so on and a shopping spree first thing suddenly became all the more appealing. Enough so that any concern was pushed aside for the moment. With a stretch of their wings Ori stood to join the away team, not that there was any united effort there, only for Theodora's display to capture their attention more powerfully than any who had spoken yet. And not for any argument she'd made but rather the fact she was advertising magic.

"Ooooo a neat little card." Ori spoke their voice distorted in ways many modern shows and movies did to voice actors playing dragons. It made pinning their voice as masculine or feminine difficult and was of course by design. With a simple motion the dragon walked past Theo and yoinked the upheld business card with two fingers of their own. "Not doing the tour but I like this. Will need to swap notes later. If you're any good anyway. Magic sucks sometimes so no shame if you suck too." They spoke calmly. Though they paused at looking at Theodora's contact information provided before handing the card back to her.

"I think I go back to jail if I knowingly obtain anyone's email or phone number. Just remember some cop yelling at me for a few hours about it anyway. Cute design though and I do wanna talk magic later girl!" Ori spoke enthusiastically even as they began trotting away from those better behaved students intending to attend the tour. It was time to start cycling through bank apps to see what hadn't been frozen yet or hitting what town there was here wasn't going to be very eventful.

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“Yeah, well I didn’t get into this school for my genius intelligence. If something happens, you let me know and I’ll eat my own shoe, how about that?”

While the girl's literal doll-face had limited capacity for emotion when the boy said that it was clear that the idea was one that interested her. "Okay, I'll hold you to that!" she responded, waving him an exaggerated goodbye. Humming to herself she stood up and looked around to see if there was anyone else worth poking at of those who stayed behind. 

The large one with a large voice came to mind. He certainly stood out. He was currently talking to another strange human. Catherine put a finger to her lips as she looked between the two and tried to think of the best way to introduce herself. She continued to watch the two, staring openly if they were to look her way, for a bit as she considered taunting them about a perceived romance.

Which was when she saw the...fuzzy person. She watched it as it watched them. Wondering if it was about to do something fun to liven up this place. And then it vanished just like that. "Huh. Humans sure come in all shapes and sizes." Catherine said out loud. She had never seen a person that looked like that but, then again, it wasn't until recently that she saw many others besides her old people.

She was about to see even more of them up close and personal real soon.

It happened incredibly quick considering how long they had been waiting with nothing going on. Her head craned down to look at the girl who had just been knocked through the air and was now beside her.

“ARRRGH! WHAT THE BLOODY—?!”

"Oh my. Did you skip breakfast?" Catherine asked the person who had just bitten the girl. Hm, no, something certainly seemed weird about all of this. What could it be.... "She probably doesn't taste very good you know...or...does she?" Catherine tilted her head and stared at the blonde girl.

“Hey, help me would you?!"

"Why?"

But then the rest attacked. And one of them had jumped onto her back and, much like with the blonde girl, bit her shoulder. It took her a moment to register the attack and when she did she let out an unconvincing "Ow."

Then she reached back and grabbed onto the person biting her and yanked them off. She held them up above her head and tried to ask what they wanted to no avail.

Catherine then glanced back at the struggling blonde and, with a shrug, swung the delinquent she was holding like a bat at the one on top of the girl and knocked them off.

She then proceeded to chuck the one that attacked her off into the distance before bending over to grab the other one by the leg and flinging them in the same direction.

The doll turned towards the blonde girl and offered her a jointed hand. "Wow, you're really weak huh?" She said.

The blonde took her hand and Catherine pulled her up to her feet. "I'm working on it!" the girl snapped and, noticing that the delinquent's teeth had broken skin, tried to stop her bleeding.

"Oh. Well. Good luck." Catherine looked the girl up and down. "You look like you'll need it. A lot of it."

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“I like your guts, Bird Boy, but you’re wrong about one thing. This isn’t a fresh start. This is just the latest stop. Enjoy the school tour or whatever. I’m outta here.”

Somehow, in his heart, he knew the boys' mind was already made up.  He was glad he had at least spoke up and attempted to dissuade him, even if the effort was in vain.  Flynn nodded towards the boy, acknowledging his decision.  A girl with vivid pink hair appeared, following behind them.

“You’re a good guy, Flynn. But I think I’m gonna follow them. Might as well make sure they don’t cause too much trouble.”

"Stay safe out there."  Flynn gave her a thumbs up, hoping nothing would go awry.  Sadly, the girl hadn't introduced herself, so he would have to ask for her name on her safe return.  In the meantime, Idle chit chat hung all around them as they waited for the tour to begin.  People from all walks of life just trying to break the ice, as awkwardly as kids at this age did.  However, a murmur in the crowd caught his attention, as a girl with blonde hair pointed towards something far away.

“What… the hell is that thing…?”

Looking to where her finger lead his vision, a blurry figure was approaching them from beyond the forest line.  Flynn couldn't make the thing out.  The harder he tried to focus, the fuzzier it seemed.  If there was one thing he could tell, it was rather large.  It's fierce, red eyes looked as if they were peering directly into his very fiber of being.  He didn't flinch while it approached, but once it had vanished from sight, he couldn't help but almost jump out of his skin.  When that soul shattering scream rang out, Flynn assumed his wrestling pose purely on instinct.  His hands, now pouring with sweat, were ready to grab whatever approached him.  He took a deep breath to relax himself.  He hadn't necessarily used his wrestling in street brawls like this before, and he hadn't assumed he was going to need to, but whatever this thing was warranted him to put up his guard.  Nothing had ever make him feel like that in his life.  Suddenly, a group of what he could only assume were tweakers were converging on the group.  They convulsed and twitched, as if they were under some sort of influence, most likely whatever lied beyond those woods.  One of them launched towards Flynn, packing their fist up and launching it towards his mask.  

"Ain't no way, brother!"  Flynn, with the reflexes of some sort of big cat, swayed back to avoid the punch.  In turn, he raised his left leg and wound it tight, ultimately launching his foot directly into the lower region of the punks abdomen.  Holding back something fierce, the delinquent was still launched across the courtyard like a missile.  He hadn't noticed the second scallywag until his tackle connected, but Flynn refused to sell that weak attempt at a spear.  Without budging an inch, Flynn raised a single finger in the air.  

"Now this one is for all those Fly Boy fans out in the crowd!  I know you're out there!  Let me hear you say, 'BOOYAH!' He used one hand and grabbed the grunt by the waist, and used the other to grip the grimy goon tightly.  Flynn raised the ragamuffin into the air, parallel to his own body, and fell back, performing his famous Birdbrain Buster!  The opponent was slammed onto the ground, as Flynn's giant body pressed into them further.  The two tough guys were out cold, and Flynn hadn't even broken a sweat.  Those around him were clapping and cheering him on, as he struck a flexing pose, pumping his bicep fiercely.  

Snapping out of his celebration, he made his way to at least attempt to help someone else.  Nalu was faced with a rather large foe, so his first instinct was to help her.  

"Nalu, get out of the way, I can take him!"  

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"Hear me out, my friends, I implore that you go on the tour with us.  Don't you want to see what this place has to offer!  Look around you! Isn't this place amazing?  Do you not believe this place has amazing things to offer amazing young people like you? I would rather everyone here get off to a good start. There's no use for you to be here if you aren't willing to do it straight...this is a fresh start for all of us...I plead you do not waste it. I will not stop you from leaving, I just thought that I would plead this school's case.. My name is Flynn Guerrero!  The Fly Boy!  I hope you reconsider your attempt at hooky, and attend the tour with me!"

Despite the protests of the birdman, The Fly Boy - Flynn Guerrero… which Blake thought he recognized, must've been the whole wrestler visage he had going on… regardless, despite the protests, he went on with the snarky one and a strange creature… that didn't look like a mascot costume, like one would've assumed with the Fly Boy, no this seemed like flesh and blood… er… fur and blood? Blake already had a headache forming just from this alone. But despite this, a pink haired girl joined the ranks… so the trio of students playing hooky had increased to four.

“So, what are you gonna do when you get into town? I’m thinkin’ of hitting up the park myself. Seems like a good place to get a workout, if you know what I mean.”

“I hear you there…” Blake adjusted his bag on his shoulder. “Honestly, I'm here to take the sights in…cause we're gonna be here for a while… may as well get acquainted with the surroundings, ya know? And hopefully, I'll find a thread of what I'm looking for.” He knew that sounded ominous, but right now, Blake didn't want to involve anyone else in his personal mission. ...not presently, anyway... I know good and well that people will get involved... just as long as no one gets in my way, we'll be perfectly fine.

He also couldn't help but hear the tail end of the conversation that the pink haired girl, Destiny, was having with the furred one. The way she asked if this creature was strong… it was unnerving, like immensely so. Blake now had to worry about this one specifically just from that alone. From what he could tell, at least from that one specific line and bit of dialogue to the furred one, she seemed like the kind of girl that would be labeled as someone's little monster... she seemed THAT psychotic. It almost made Blake want to reach in his bag and grab his special gimmick tool and prepare to defend. Though it's not like he could retort as much as he wanted… not when a car horn beeped their way and… an individual with a tyrannosaurus rex head popped up. …what was with this place???

“Yo, you all need a ride to town? You got a few miles before you hit the outskirts.”

“Yeah, my parents told me never to talk to strangers.” 

“They probably told ya not to skip school either, but here you all are. I’m the school gym teacher!”

Busted… Blake couldn't help but question the timing of this… it was almost comedic in the whole grand scheme of it. But he relented on thinking about it more… at least this time. Namely cause this gym teacher of theirs... actually seemed to not want to immediately ship them all back with the others. Now that seemed good...

“Really? Shouldn’t you be telling us to go back to school then?

“Eh, you guys don’t technically have school, and frankly, I think trying to force you all ain’t a good idea. I’m headed into town to pick up some gym supplies. You all can hitch a ride with me. Turn an hour and a half walk into a ten minute ride.”

“Well, I’m convinced. You all coming or what?”

That was all the convincing that Blake needed. He hopped in after the snarky one, giving a slight relaxed sigh. “Well, this does beat walkin’... thanks mister…?”

"Terry! Terry Tyranno!" The man gave a thumbs up at Blake. "So, is there anywhere in town you were all looking to go?"

"Honestly, I'm trying to just get a feel for the area..." Blake shrugged. "I know the snarky guy here was thinking of the park... uh... shit, what's your name? I'd prefer not to call you 'the snarky one' the whole time." Annnnnnd he just said that to him... smooth Howard... smooth...

"It's Reno," The snarky one commented. There was a slight paused before he asked "What's yours?"

"Blake Howard." he introduced himself, to the now named Reno. "But yeah, Reno here was talkin' about seeing the park... aside from that, not sure what else you guys have here in this backwater town... no offense."

"Well, if you're interested, I can show you all the community rec center. It's still being fixed up, but you could at least lift weights. Maybe swim if you can buy some trunks,"

A rec center? Now that sounded slightly promising... especially with the fact that this could definitely be a spot to hear any and all information around the town. After all, Blake knew people loved to talk around in either a rec center, if they happen to be mingling and hanging out. If he could find out any leads or who may have information in regards NORNIR... then all this bullshit would be worth it. He ran a hand through his bag, feeling that cold steel of that device right along his fingertips, though he felt something else... right next to his book. Fishing it out, he noticed it was a business card of sorts... Theodora West... Witch For Hire... Blake blinked at this strange card he didn't remember packing up... but at the same time, perhaps this was destiny at play here. They had themselves a witch here... perhaps some divination could be in order as a last resort. Noted... duly noted...

"Well, park... rec center, either way... sounds like we might be in for a bit of a fun time for sure. Kinda feel bad for 'the Fly-Boy' and the rest... they'll probably miss all the action." he gave a snicker... though he couldn't shake the feeling that he might've misspoken here... couldn't understand why however. Maybe just something he was imagining.

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Destiny and Ori followed the two boys into the truck's bed. The group had to shuffle around a bit to make sure Ori had enough space to sit, but they made it work. After confirming they were all comfortable, Terry drove off.

He did his best to keep the ride smooth, but there were plenty of bumps and pot holes he had to avoid. The pungent scent of diesel was mixed with the the cool wind that whipped through through the students' hair.

"Sorry about the bumps, kids!" Terry called out. "There should be some marshmallows back there. Help yourselves! Ain't much, but should help past the time!"

Looking down, Reno quickly spotted the unopened bag of marshmallows. 

"Ah, nice," With a hum, he picked up up the bad and tore it open in one smooth motion. He reached in, putting one marshmallow in each hand. A light orange flame ignited around the fingers that held the marshmellows, cooking them. The smell of toasting marshmallows overwhelmed the diesel smell, and the sounds of the crackling of fire filled the air. After a few seconds, he had two perfectly toasted marshmellows. He popped one in without hesitation. "Not bad. I shoulda burned it more though," He shrugged. "Anyone want thi---"

Destiny's hand lashed out like a whip, snatching the marshmallow out of Reno's hand. She munched at it daintly. She probably would have been considered cute if it wasn't for her manic question not even a few minutes ago. 

Reno reached back into the bag, once again grabbing two marshmallows and cooking them again. He looked to Blake and Ori, holding out a toasted treat for both of them. "Well, do you guys want one?" 

Whether they took one or not, the truck still kept rolling. The road eventually smoothed out, and the forest gave way to civilization. The forests were replaced by beaten up, dirty houses. Those houses were quickly replaced by cleaner houses and buildings. Though many were empty, it did look like a small town. 

The truck came to a halt at a traffic light. As they waited for the lights, a police car pulled up next to the truck. Of course, having people in the bed of the truck was very dangerous. In the event of a wreck, the students could get extremely hurt, or even killed. In most places, that wouldn't fly. 

The cops didn't even look up at them. 

The light turned green, and Terry took a right, driving across a bridge. The water below was so far down that the students couldn’t even hear the water rushing downstream. 
After crossing the bridge, it only took a few more minutes of driving before the truck pulled into a large parking lot. There were a few cars scattered around the parking lot, all looking a little beat up. Some construction equipment was in the far corner of the parking lot, likely to help finish building the place. 

“Well, here we are, kids,” Terry commented as he parked the truck. “Feel free to do whatever. If you want a ride back to school, I’ll be heading back in like…” He paused, rubbing his chin. “Actually, no, you’d only get like an hour or two if we did that. I’ll tell you what, how about at sunset, I’ll pick you all up here, alright?”

From there, he headed into the community rec center. The four were free to go where they wanted. 

Looking out from the parking lot, they could see what appeared to be a small shopping center. About six small stores were situated around a corner. They seemed to range from ice cream shops, to specialty foods, and a game store. 

A little further down, they could see a movie theater. If they had the money, they could catch a movie for sure.

And beyond that, there was a Malwart Supercenter.

If they followed Terry inside, then they would find themselves in a lobby. Looking around, they could easily spot the way to the locker rooms, and the way to an indoor running track, a weight room, and a pool. 

They would also see several unfinished rooms, taped off and still being constructed. However, they would also notice a strange man slipping past the tape. No one seemed to notice him, and by now, Terry had disappeared to a different part of the building. 

In the end, the students were left to their own devices. Their choices will form their own story.

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Two gigantic fists slammed down on top of Nalu. The approaching Flynn could see Nalu’s head splatter, blobs of liquid being thrown around. However… she seemed fine. The place when the man had slammed was now a blob of aqueous material. 

The large man let out a growl of confusion. He slammed down again. And again. And again! Like a hammer, the man’s fists tried to bury Nalu into the earth. 

But Nalu wasn’t a nail. No, she was water. The man’s fists simply sent ripples through Nalu’s half melted body. It didn’t seem as if she even felt a single blow. 

Feeling frustrated, the man opened his mouth and went right for Nalu’s neck, trying to bite her! 

Meanwhile, the blonde haired girl ripped off one of her sleeves, wrapping it around the point the crazy delinquent had bit her. What the hell was all that?

"You there, could you be a peach and get my bag? It's over there hanging from that chair, the one with the rabbit pins on it." 

The blonde haired girl looked over to Theodora, blinking in confusion. She quickly scanned over the chairs and found the bag. 

“Yeah, you got it,” The girl grabbed the bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She then grabbed the chair, folding it up and holding it like a weapon. Gritting her teeth, she ran over to Theodora.

A delinquent ran right at the blonde haired girl to attack her, but this time she was ready. She swung the metal chair with all her might, nailing the delinquent right in the face. A loud metallic clang rang out, and a face shaped dent was left in the chair. 

Despite this great blow, the delinquent was not knocked out. However, they did fall over long enough for the girl to reach Theodora.

“There! What do you need this for anyways?” she asked.

The delinquent Theodora had wrapped up thrashed wildly, almost foaming at the mouth with rage. If the two looked closely, they’d see a trait shared among all the other attacking delinquents. 

Bloodshot eyes with red irises. 

Catherine would see the delinquent she used as a weapon slowly getting up off the ground. Their body looked as if it would give out at any moment, and yet they managed to get back up. Their movements were stiff and jerky, like a puppet played by an amatuer.

As they stood up, they grabbed the other delinquent by the collar. They twisted their entire body, raising their unconscious ally over their head. Space itself felt like it contorted as the delinquent drew back like a bow. With power far exceeding that of a normal person, they threw their ally with all their might at Catherine. The delinquent arrow shot straight for Catherine’s head.

Flynn would feel two arms attempting to wrap around him. The delinquent  that tried to punch his mask was back! He managed to cross the distance Flynn had sent him in the short time between that and Flynn attempting to help Nalu. 

That seemed way too fast for a normal person. 

With his years of experience, Flynn could easily deduce what his opponent wanted. They were going for the classic German Suplex!

As these battles raged on, it seemed the school finally noticed. An older man began to approach the group from the back doors of the school. However, it was obvious he would not get there in time to stop anything. 

Perhaps sometimes never was better than late. 
 


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Honestly guys, second verse, same as the first.
Don't be afraid to DM me if you need things. Especially those that went into town. Explore whatever you want, I will feed you some info to fill out your post. 
Fights will wrap up next host posts. Once again, feel free to style on people. 

 

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Catherine watched with amusement at the delinquent's jerky movements. "So humans DO move like that. I don't know what they were talking about." she said mostly to herself. When she had first begun to move she moved a lot like that too and the old people had made sure she learned how to move "properly".

Her head tilted to one side as the delinquent threw another one at her. "Oooh you're learning new tricks, good doggie." she said with feign sweetness.

The arrow-delinquent soared through the air and reached her quickly. Catherine pulled back and swung her hand and delivered a good hard slap right across their face. This stopped them short mid-air for a moment before the reverse momentum took over and they soared off to the left. Body spinning like a windmill as they passed by several other people locked in combat.

A second later she felt another delinquent jump onto her back. Followed by another on their back. And yet another on THEIR back. She would normally be able to carry such weight but the sudden pressure pushed her onto the ground, buried under the pile of bodies.

She lay there a moment. Perhaps she could push them off if she tried but the awkward way she landed made it hard to get any sort of leverage.

With a sigh she decided to close her eyes and cease moving.

What she saw next was the entire scene from up above. Everything was grey except for the people which each faintly glowed with various colors.

Catherine, unseen to anyone else slipped through the crowd and found a knocked over chair. When she touched it she now could see more or less like normal again. The chair began to float up in the air and it flung itself across the air towards Catherine's body. Catherine moved the chair so that the largest surface area slammed into the pile of bodies on her body and knocked two of them clear off.

The last clung on with an almost desperate strength and so Catherine began to repeatedly bash them across the back with the chair. Over and over again with enough force that the chair began getting bent out of shape. Finally the delinquent loosened their grip and the chair clattered to the ground and Catherine stood up and tossed the delinquent off her body.

She walked over to the two others and grabbed them both by one leg. She then lifted them up and slammed them into the ground. Once, twice, a third time for good measure before letting go and turning in a full circle. "Huh, so this is what school is? How exciting!"

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The ride into town was bumpy, despite Terry's attempt on keeping it one smooth journey. It might've been the shoddy work on the roads this place had, but Blake wasn't too concerned about that in the slightest. Honestly, he wasn't worried about the ride nor the smell of diesel… and… wait… was that the smell of toasted marshmallows?

Blake instinctively turned his head towards the direction of the smell, only to see Reno holding toasted marshmallows. It was only after Destiny went “full gremlin mode” on the marshmallow that Reno held, that he saw HOW this was even possible. Orange flames ignited around his fingers and cooked them without much of an issue. First a legit witch, and now one with some pyrokinetic abilities? It seemed like those two would definitely be some good allies to stick around for sure.

“Well, do you guys want one?”

“Don't mind if I do.” Blake smirked, taking one from his new classmate, enjoying the toasted marshmallow. “Neat little trick you got there, by the way. Didn't think I'd be rubbin’ shoulders with a legit pyro-maniac.” In this case, Blake gave a chuckle, making it clear that in this instance… pyro-maniac was a good thing.

Nevertheless, this whole place… the small town that Mountainguard housed… it seemed more like a ghost town to him. Nothing like the city life he was used to, but then again, from the west to the east coast… it's always going to be a culture shock. Hell, the fact that one of the local police here didn't stop them due to having kids in the back of the truck without any safety belts… that was a shock to him in general. But maybe it was just because this place didn't care one way or the other about the riff raff like them… which in Blake's eyes was perfectly fine with him. He wasn't here to please these folks, nor was he here to really make a difference in his own life. No… he was there to find out the information that was dropped on him in regards to the “Ragnarok Incident”.

They were here… and he would find them…

Blake took in his surroundings, once they finally stopped and parked by the rec center. Stores upon stores, plus the Malwart Supercenter… as per usual. It seemed like every city and town had at least one of those things around. It was almost like one of those Peso Colonel stores, which again… was like at every single corner. He stretched slightly after hopping out the back of the truck, deciding to follow the surprisingly cool wrestling dino teacher into the rec center. He wasn't sure what everyone else was going to do, but he knew something would pop up and hopefully lead him s-...

“Hellooooo…” Blake muttered, stopping mid stride and noticed something suspicious. A strange man slipping past some of the “Do Not Cross” tape into the construction related areas of the rec center. He smirked, thanking fate for giving this dog a bone. “Thanks for lookin’ out for me dad…” he muttered, before walking after this strange man. Blake arrived at the room, though it was a darkened room… he cursed that he couldn't properly see who this was nor what this room looked like.

Regardless, this was definitely something Blake was interested in… especially what happened next. He watched the silhouette of the suspicious man, dodging and moving past the power tools and wires that were around the room. The farthest wall, keeping to the left as best they could, and seeming to keep out the line of sight of the door. Oh yeah, this guy was hiding something. The guy hit the wall, then pushed a part of it, which caused a small section to flip around and reveal a button. The button was pushed, and the wall opened up into a large elevator. Biiiiiiiingo… Blake smirked, watching this all unfold. Of course, the suspicious man flipped the panel back, walked into the elevator and doors closed behind him.

“If this ain't a sign of a secret base… I don't know what does.” he snickered, walking in after the man and prepared to do the exact same thing the suspicious man did… elevator and everything.

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Theodora had a decent list of pet peeves. Lumping witches and wizards in as one and the same. Asking too many pointless questions. Spelling the name "Theodora" wrong. And the inability to follow very simple instructions. Among other things.

Luckily, this blondie was not only able to follow simple instructions, but she even smashed a guy's face with a metal chair on the way over! Very cool!

“There! What do you need this for anyways?”

"Just a little trick, is all." Theo reached into her bag of tricks. From inside the bag, the rummaging sounds of wooden trinkets and a lot of glass jars of various sizes jingled and rattled. More than once, she pulled out a jar, and grimaced at the liquids and gasses of various colors swirling around inside. Not the pink one. Not the blue one. Definitely not the green one. After a few failed attempts, she pulled out a stout jar with a tightly-sealed lid, filled with a barely visible, pastel yellow gas. She gave the jar a good shake, set it down on the ground next to her, and began unscrewing the lid.

As she did, she rose her voice for the sake of anyone who was still in control of themselves.

"Alright, anyone who can still listen to reason may want to hold their breath! The rest of you, it's time to take a little nap!"

When the lid came off, the cloud inside began spilling forth. The delinquent Theo had been keeping pinned, being the closest of the deranged assailants to the jar, was the first it reached. And once it did, their thrashing began to slow, until eventually it stopped entirely. They just lied there, eyes closed but still breathing in a magically-induced power nap. And the cloud continued spreading, though not forever. Eventually, the magic in the jar ran dry, and the sleep-inducing cloud had reached the limits of its size. Given a minute or two, it would begin to quickly disperse and fade into nothing, but that would still be plenty of time to let the other crazed delinquents succumb to the spell, and potentially round up any stragglers just outside of the spell's reach.

She'd only just had orientation a few minutes ago, and already something this exciting happened! Whoever thought this place was meant to be a punishment must have been out of their minds.

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Nalu was originally paralyzed as the 'guy' wailed on her, membrane and matrix liquifying in response to blow after blow. She could repel him easily enough, reduce him to a smear no one would recognize... but part of her resisted. What would māmā say to do? it asked, and Nalu couldn't quite answer. Surely she wouldn't want her daughter to...

The bite cleared that thought from her mind instantly. Her body melted fully, coiling around the possessed like a serpent made of surf as sets of jaws crystallized from her plasma, ready to tear him to Pisces. It was a clash of predators, now, and one had made a severe mistake in choosing its target. 

Nalu crashed over him like the hungry wave she was, teeth finding purchase, blood seeping into her plasmatic form. ANd then... she stopped. The teeth retreated. Right, this is a classmate she had to remind herself. Not prey. 

Still, the guy was held down solidly to earth by two pseudopods of surf... and the full mass of her true form, too. The jaws kept open for just a little while longer, snarling, until Theodora's request caused them to melt back together.

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Blake had seen “stealth missions” before, and he was pretty good with sneaking around, so honestly, it wasn't a surprise that he was determined to do this without so much as a pe-...

“Hey, what are we hiding from?”
“Yeah, Blake, tell us,”

Blake stumbled forward, quite frightened at this little predicament, so much so that his face planted right into the ground. He didn't anticipate not only Reno, but Destiny as well. With a slight grumble, he started to get back up, his face slightly red due to embarrassment. How they were able to sneak up on him like this eluded him, but questions for later.

“Are we punching someone in the face?”
“Oh, I hope so!” 

“Can you keep quiet?!” Blake quietly yelled in a hushed tone, putting a finger to his mouth. “Sheesh… makin’ my job a bit harder…” He shook his head, proceeding to flip the panel and press the button. Naturally, nothing happened at first. It made sense, given how the elevator probably had a long way down. After all… secrets like that normally get dropped all the way to the bottom.

“So, what brings you here?”
“Well, I saw all of you, so I decided something fun was going on here,” 
“I wasn’t talking to you, girl,. I was talking to him,”

Blake felt Reno's hand on his head, and the slight shaking that was being done for emphasis. He thanked the elevator silently that it actually came back up, revealing itself to them. However, now he had garnered unwanted attention and involved his new classmates, at least these lot, into his crusade. Nevertheless, once the elevator started its mechanical groan and descended… he figured it was time he explained it. “You asked me what brings me here… do you mean in this spot or in general?” Blake asked, his eyes slowly cutting to Reno.

"Generally in this spot," Reno answered with snark. Of course, the snarky one would continue to be snarky... not surprising whatsoever there.

Taking a slow breath, Blake finally continued. “I'm here for one reason… and one reason alone. I'm looking for those connected to a group known as NORNIR…” Even the mentioning of their name… it left a strong sour taste in his mouth, and he wasn't liking it. “I don't know much about them personally, but I know that their ilk is the reason behind either the death and or disappearance of my father during what was called the Ragnarok Incident.” He clenched his fist, shaking slightly. “I was given information that NORNIR is here in Mountainguard… and I'm going to find them and put them to justice… And this here, it's hopefully my first clue to get to them…”

"NORNIR?" Destiny looks at Blake, tilting her head a little. "Really? That's a pretty big thing for someone like you to go against."

"NORNIR's a dumb name," was Reno's helpful interjection.

"Trust me... I understand that, but it's the opposite of VALKRYIE from what I'm told..." Blake sighed, not expecting much from Reno's interjection. However... "You know about them?" he asked Destiny, now genuinely intrigued at the girl.

She simply shrugged. "Army of the Stars were in talks with them for a bit there. Didn't end up going anywhere in the end.”

Army of the Stars? Blake made a mental note of that… scratch that, he shuffled to his bag and grabbed a notebook, immediately writing down "Army of the Stars", underlining it a few times. For posterity sake, he even added Destiny's name down on the same page as well. Perhaps talking and or interrogating them might prove helpful. Either way, if these individuals could give him any sort of clue on what NORNIR was doing in this place, he would take it.

He was honestly surprised he was able to explain this within the time-frame they had, because when he finally finished, the elevator lurched to a stop. The stumbling of Reno was a bit comical, but only because Blake had his stumble earlier… fair was fair, he figured. Nevertheless, Blake watched the elevator doors slide open and revealed… his heart sank. While it was a cavern-like room, it wasn't a secret base or the like… no, it was a room with a large ring in the center of the room. A wrestling ring… or one about twice the normal size of a regular one… Blake couldn't help but be disappointed at this revelation.

After all that… the potential of my first clue… Blake thought, watching apparently Terry performing some wrestling maneuvers just to land in the middle of the ring, his back towards them. ...that's all on me, I suppose. This is what I get for assuming… He rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly not thrilled about any of this right now. He'd be more in a sour mood IF he didn't have some sort of heading about NORNIR from Destiny, so maybe that was better than a secret base. 

Reno seemed to cut the silence at this point. "So does NORNIR run a wrestling company, or is that new?”

"...sadly not..." Blake composed himself, before shaking his head slightly. He then proceeded to clear his throat a bit. “Soooooo is this like Fight Club or would that be the top floor?”
 

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With the might of all the students who bravely joined the brawl, the chaos came to a concise end.  Flynn picked himself up, and dusted off his pants.  He had never used his abilities in a real fight before, but he was glad that they could be used to save people.  Flynn waved to the crowd who had been cheering him on during the fight.  

"I thank you, my friends!  Please look forward to my next performance!  I'm counting on you!"  With a finger pointed to the sky, the cry of an eagle would seemingly ring out from nowhere.  

“Oh, you kids aren’t half bad! Doesn’t look like anyone’s dead. That’s better than usual!"

Usual??  Did this happen often during opening ceremonies at Dead End Academy?!  Along with this elderly gentleman, two adults appeared.  The man was enormous in stature, and the lady looked scary to approach.  They seemed to be at odds with each other.

“Name’s Aife. Don’t let the stick up his ass tell you otherwise.  Don’t mind me, I’m just seeing if any of my posse’s here."  Presumably, the gangs that had attacked them must have been part of her class.  Maybe a rival faction within the school, even?  A place where Rivals went to School with each other didn't seem like such a bad spot.

“I’m here for the same thing.  Mr. Klein will take you all on the school tour.” He informed in a pleasant tone.

“Actually, Ken and Aife, I was wondering if you all could help these freshmen out,” Mr. Klein stated. “Some of them are obviously really injured, and we all know my old bones don't let me move around like I used to...."  With a mutter, Mr. Ken began to amass students atop his shoulder, carrying the injured with ease.

“I’d appreciate any help you freshmen might give us.”

Flynn watched as the girl he had helped before crumbled to the ground.

“Ah, shit. I forgot I was even injured,”  Flynn offered his hand to her.  

"Please, allow me to escort you to the medical facility."  Whether she accepted or not, Flynn replied to Mr. Klein's query.  "I remember hearing a shrill cry from beyond the forest...some sort of creature's.  It vanished just as we were attacked by all of these...students?  No doubt they were mind controlled by it...maybe those weak of will are affected more strongly by its hypnosis."

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Theo's plan was a resounding success! In short order, the delinquent uprising was taken care of, and relative peace had returned to the campus of Dead End Academy. But only for now, based on the comment of the old man who was walking up to the scene in the company of a couple older students.

“Doesn’t look like anyone’s dead. That’s better than usual,”

After some discussion between this Mr. Klein, and the two students Ken & Aife, a request came forth. Klein wanted Ken & Aife to help bring the knocked-out students to the school infirmary, and Ken further requested that the still-conscious freshmen helped clean up their fallen classmates. Some were quite injured. Theo, thankfully, was not one of them. A couple scratches and down a sleeping potion, but otherwise, she was fine. Flynn was already handling the matter of explaining what had happened here, and so Theo got herself busy helping bring students to the infirmary.

The young witch liked to consider herself as being fairly fit. However, she was mostly built for long, continuous activity more than anything. Feats of great strength weren't really in her ballpark. That meant that picking up a student's body wasn't really feasible. Dragging their unconscious body across the ground, however? She could do that reasonably well. As she took one of the downed students by the hands and started dragging, her attention was further drawn to the brief bickering of Ken & Aife. She definitely had questions for these two, to have shown up in the company of a teacher.

"So are you two like, student council members or something? He looks the part, sure, but you..." Theo quizzically tilted her head at Aife. "I dunno..."

"No, and please don't vote for me. I don't want another incident," Ken answered.

"Yeah, it ain't nothing like a student council. You could call us... concerned students that take care of the others." Aife offered. 

"That sounds like you're part of the student council," Ken quipped.

"Shut up,"

"So you're not part of the student council." Theo liked this girl. She was subtle with her phrasing, and while the witch had a hunch about what she really meant from past experience, she wasn't about to throw any conclusions around all willy-nilly. It reminded her of her own business. Calling yourself a witch likely didn't attract many customers - an idea she'd decided to test when she made those business cards that proudly had "witch for hire" printed on them - so you'd market yourself as other things. Euphemisms, really. Aife's phrasing was very much that. "I like you. Perhaps you can tell me a bit more once this crowd is outta the way."


The school infirmary was, as school infirmaries went, mildly underwhelming. It had the full breadth of equipment needed to serve its purpose, but not much else. Even the laptop on the school nurse's desk was clearly her personal computer, implying the school couldn't afford the extra expense of a work computer for her. Furthermore, there was an entire corner of the room dedicated to janitorial equipment. Perhaps because of that, for all its flaws, the infirmary was clean to a point that could only be called immaculate. And then there was the school nurse herself. She matched her one-room kingdom perfectly; incredibly clean, with nothing more or less than what she needed to function as a person. As the door opened, her singular eye immediately swung to the doorway, where the first of multiple students bringing in other unconscious students walked in. The first of them happening to be Aife.

To whom Carlotta gave a raised eyebrow.

"First day of school and you're already in my office. How badly did he beat you this time?"

"Oy, stop assumin' he beats me every time I walk into this crummy room!" Aife snapped.

"Yes, I think I've managed to hold back enough to not send her here every time," Ken added.

"I swear to god, shut up!"

"Hmm, so it would seem." As other students began filing into the room, their unconscious classmates in tow, Carlotta got up from the chair and started looking over the lot. Starting with Aife, in greater detail this time. "No bruises, bloody nose, black eyes, anything of the like. I commend your restraint, both of you. Next question: How badly did you beat these kids?" Carlotta took one of the unconscious students from Ken, laying them out on an empty infirmary bed. "And what's the kill count this time? Strictly speaking, that's not my field, but even I get a bit curious about school gossip every so often."

"I turned them into pulp!" Aife stated loudly and proudly, loud enough for people in the halls to hear her. "But, I didn't kill none of them! Getting good, ain't I? A merciful leader anyone would wanna follow!"

"What? We didn't fight at all," Ken stated. "It was wrapped up by the time we got there. This new freshmen class seems pretty special."

"I see. Just put the unconscious on whatever beds are available. If - or when - we run out of beds, feel free to pile them up in that empty corner back there." Immediately, Carlotta turned her attention to the student she'd picked up from Ken, examining them intently for anything out of the ordinary. "One of you freshmen, explain what happened. There's too many knocked out kids and not enough dead ones for this to be your average start-of-school-year brawl."

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“Soooooo is this like Fight Club or would that be the top floor?”

Terry tensed up before turning around. He looked a little sheepish as he saw his three students standing at the elevator. 

"Ah, guess you guys found this place, huh?" 

“Well, he did,” Reno stated as he pointed to Blake.

“We just kinda followed,” Destiny added with a shrug. 

“Ah, well, I guess that makes sense…” Terry muttered as he rubbed his head. “Well, since you all know, might as well come clean. Welcome to the Strongest Under the Earth fighting circuit! It’s going to be the biggest underground fighting circuit on the East Coast once we get up and running!” Terry rubbed his big dinosaur snout as he looked over the three. “Well, to be honest, part of the problem is that we need some more regulars for this circuit. You three seem decently capable. You wanna join?”

“Hell yeah, I love fighting,” Reno answered instantly.

“Hmm… it does sound interesting. I guess I might as well try it out!” Destiny followed up.

"Join your fighting circuit? Hmmm... honestly, an excuse to potentially bash heads and it be an outlet for my aggressive tendencies? Who could possibly turn this down?" Blake added.

Suddenly, a loud voice called out, echoing throughout the room.

"I say he ain't good enough!” The voice seemed to come from everyone all at once. No matter where the group looked, they couldn’t find the owner of the voice. All except Terry.

Instead of looking to his left or right like a sensible person, Terry looked up.

“Snake King, why don’t you come down here and tell me face to face why you think he’s not good enough?”

“You got it, boss!” From the ceiling dropped a large, tanned man. His shirt was off, revealing many scars. He landed in a superhero pose, his body coiling up like a viper about to strike. With a wild grin, he smoothly slid up to an upright position.

“Alright Snake King, what’s this all about?” Terry asked.

“Look at his scrawny nerd arms and his stupid belt," Snake King pointed at Blake. This accusation caused Reno to gasp dramatically. “He wouldn’t last two seconds before being folded like a cheap suit,”

"And what do you know of this 'stupid belt'?" Blake's eyes narrowed as he glared at Snake King.

"I happen to know that thing looks like it was made by a frog faced bitch barely worth 50 bucks and a lighter," Snake King stated with a cruel smirk. He then motioned to his waist. "Now this, this is a belt." On his waist is his own transformation belt, one that seemed to mirror Blake’s own.

"Fight, fight, fight, fight!" Reno egged on, a shit eating grin on his face. 

Blake's eyes narrowed further, as a sharp breath escaped his lips. His eyes glanced at the transformation belt and his fists clenched further. He slung his bag off his shoulder, reaching in and grabbing a buckle from it, gripping it fiercely in his hand. "And since you have that... you're a prime suspect and target in my little crusade." he said, putting it on his belt. "Now... I'm going to give you ONE chance to take back that frog faced comment..."

"If you want me to take it back, beat me in the ring, little tadpole," Snake King taunted.

“Okay then!” Terry called out. “If this is the way you two wanna do this, then let’s do this correctly. Both of you, go to opposite corners of the ring, and I’ll referee,”

“You got it boss,” Snake King smirked as he walked to the ring. “Try not to die, little tadpole!”

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"Please, allow me to escort you to the medical facility." Flynn offered. 

“Yeah, sure, that sounds good…” Casey sounded woozy, probably from her lost blood. “Wow, you got big muscles, you know that?” She muttered as she leaned against Flynn’s arm. She quietly babbled under her breath as Flynn turned to talk to Mr. Klein.

"I remember hearing a shrill cry from beyond the forest...some sort of creature's.  It vanished just as we were attacked by all of these...students?  No doubt they were mind controlled by it...maybe those weak of will are affected more strongly by its hypnosis."

“Wait… a shill cry? Vanishing when danger appears…” Mr. Klein’s eyes widened as he stared into Flynn’s eyes. “You must have saw him. He came to warn us… to warn us again… MOOOOOOOOOTHMAAAAAAAAN,”

Flynn could see nothing but sheer terror in Mr. Klein’s eyes. The old man’s face turned as pale as a sheet as he began to babble about this "Mothman".

Hardly a moment later, the school doors flung open as a girl burst out of the building, in an eager full sprint to the scene of the showdown. Her eyes darted from side to side, scanning the empty area, then the trees, before the excitement began to quickly drain from her face.

"Damn, did we miss him?"

It was only then that she noticed Mr. Klein, and his continued reaction to the mere concept of Mothman.

"Yeah, we missed him," she sighed. Then she drew her attention back to the other students. She forced a bit more pep back into her voice and face, before giving them a small wave. "Howdy, freshmen! Eliza Lamb, teacher's assistant for Mr. Klein. Normally, he'd be happy to show you guys around, but he's, uh..." She paused, gesturing toward the shaken old man. "...busy. So I'll show everyone around instead! Anyone who's interested in the tour, follow me!"


The cafeteria was, as school cafeterias went, pretty standard. Long tables with many little seats attached to each, high ceiling, and a wall with some empty doorways. From the entrance of the cafeteria, it was fairly easy to tell at a glance through the doorways that would be where the food was actually served. From behind the wall, a strong smell of cooked meat and charcoal wafted out into the cafeteria at large, and if one were to listen closely, they could hear meat sizzling and metal clattering from back there.

"And this is where we eat! It's no state-of-the-art, five-star eatery, but we've got a great cook who--" 

Suddenly, a gigantic billow of flame came rushing out from the doorways, engulfing the area in front of it. The students could feel the heat from flames from where they stood. It was clear, these kinds of flames were not suitable for cooking. 

From the flames emerged a tall, muscular man, his red hair reminding those of the flames he walked through. In his arms he carried two trays full of food.

“Apologies, apologies!” the man called out in a loud, boisterous voice as the flames died around him. “This mortal art requires such delicate flames! But in challenge lies the opportunity for growth!” He gave a big smile to the students. “I am Wilnas the Vermillion, but you may call me Wilnas! You all must be hungry! Eat, eat!” 

He laid the trays down on a table. There were baskets of bread and meat skewers, all lined up nicely for students to take. They looked appetizing, if the students ignored the small flicker of flame that seemed to linger on the food. 


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Alright Chaos, I will ask you to DM so we can get this fight coordinated. Everyone else, well, you're free to do whatever. Eliza and Carlotta are both Yui characters, so DM them if you want to interact with them. As for anyone else, you can DM me as usual!

 

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"I happen to know that thing looks like it was made by a frog faced bitch barely worth 50 bucks and a lighter,"
“Try not to die, little tadpole!”

This man, this… ‘Snake King’... he infuriated Blake to no end. It felt like his blood was boiling under his skin, to hear him say this. His belt and buckle was designed and made by his father… and this man had the audacity to insult his father, and have a type of belt and buckle that somewhat resembled his own. Things weren't adding up, but Blake knew one thing: He WAS on the right track. This ‘Snake King' was going to be a key in it, he knew this for sure. And despite his bravado in demanding he'd take it back… he wasn't sure he would be able to do it. But he had to try… he had to. He ended up getting into the ring, stretching slightly, even cracking his knuckles.

Of course… not everyone was feeling the gravity of this situation… as Blake would soon overhear…

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"Gooooooood morning, Mountainguard!" Reno bellowed out, the sound system around the arena broadcasting his voice. "I'm Reno Bogard---"

"And I'm Destiny Turner, and we're here at the Strongest Under the Earth arena to bring you this special play by play!"

Reno and Destiny sat at a table, microphones in front of them. They were asked to help test the sound systems, so they did it in the only way such an event deserved.

Blake paused, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose… this was only going to be getting worse… least in his mind. But at the same time, at least they were out of his way for the moment. “Blake Howard…” he said sternly, watching Snake King enter the ring after him. “If you work for them or not, it doesn't matter… you're going to remember that name. Either that… or I'll burn the other name into your mind.”

"Blake Howard? Come on, that's a lame ring name. Gimme something good to work with! You think the Snake King should face Blake Howard?"

Blake seemed to stare at Snake King once he uttered those words for what seemed to be a few moments. Then, seeming to ignore the whole thing that was said, he turned towards Terry. “So… what are the rules of this? I'd hate to get kicked out on day one…”

"Most fights will keep going until you knock out your opponent or the ref deems you unable to continue. As long as you don't kill your opponent or use a weapon, you're good," Terry explained. "Don't worry, I won't let it go as far as a regular match. Think of this as a spar.”

“Sounds simple enough to me…” he said flatly, his hand moving to pull out a singular card. “You want a ring name? I'll happily give you one…” He flipped it, flashing the front side of it to reveal a design on it: a tribal wolf with some symbols and designs that seemed Nordic in nature. “Tribal Card… Fenrir! Moon Buckle… howl!” A holographic moon started appearing slowly behind him coming from the device itself. Blake immediately slid the card into the wolf's mouth, before it suddenly sprung open, facing upward as if it was howling. The holographic moon flashed blue and suddenly the silhouette of a wolf began to walk towards Blake. Just then the buckle and belt spoke…

“Break the chains that bind you.”
“Trans… FORM!!”
“Blizzarding Howl from the Depths of Asgard!”

The silhouette soon enveloped the young man, shrouding him in a blue light… And what stepped forward from it… stood a suit of armor, adorned with silver and black, the arms and around the neck was a set of fur pelts with blue tips. The helmet was that of a wolf with the purest blue eyes. “Wolf Warrior… Fenris!” he spoke, crouching slightly. “The hunt begins…”

"And what a wild start, folks! Wolf Warrior Fenris begins the match by completely disregarding the weapons rule!" Reno called out.

"We have a ruling from the ref!" Destiny called out. "These kinds of transformations are classified as armor, and thus it doesn't break the rules!"

Reno leaned back, sighing. "Man, that's kinda lame,"  Destiny simply patted him on the shoulder in response. These two seemed to really get into the role from the seems of it.

Snake King grinned. "Finally! Someone else who has one! You know how long I've waited? Fighting is fun, but I've been itching to use this!" He reached into his pocket, pulling out a similar card. On it was a Norse rune surrounded by a massive snake. "Tribal Card Jormungandr! Ocean Buckle... arise!" A holographic Earth appeared behind Snake King. He slipped his own card into his belt buckle before snapping it shut like a snake's jaw.

A large snake began to surround the holographic planet before it dove right at Snake King, swallowing him whole.

"Break the cycle of Ouroboros."
"Trans.... FORM!!"
"Poisoned Jaws from the Depths of Midgard!"

Snake King stepped forward, adorned in a similar armor. However, his was red and black, with a long tail-like appendage dangling from his helmet. "Sssssnake King... Ssssserpent!" he hissed as he coiled low to the ground. "A tadpole that howlssssss isssss still a tadpole!"

"In a stunning show of lameness, Snake King has copied Fenris's transformation and shot out the lamest one liner I'd ever heard! He should pack it up now!" Reno called out.

"Ssssshut up! I'm working with what I got here!" Snake King snapped. "And announcers are ssssssupposed to be unbiasssssed!"

Blake… no… Fenris, exhaled slowly. That belt and card, no doubt about it… it was the same as his. “Jörmungandr, huh…” he finally spoke. “Sounds like they all took this Nordic theme to the nth degree…” He made light of it, but he was focused nonetheless. “Either way, I'm going to get the answers out of you. Starting with…” He finally made his move, rushing towards the coiled Serpent. “Where the HELL did you get that belt and card?!” Once he was up near his opponent, he proceeded to unleash a flurry of clawed strikes. No actual claws shown, however… meaning there was no rule breaking.

Serpent, in an impressive degree of flexibility, dodged and weaved around Fenris's strikes. "It's rather eassssssy to explain," He pushed forward, using his arms to block Blake's claw strikes before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "NORNIR made a sssssssuperior belt and found a ssssssssuperior usssssser,"

A growl could be heard as Fenris heard this, he instinctively bashed the back of his head into Serpent's trying to get away. “Superior my ass!” he snarled. “The only thing you're ‘superior’ at is having an incredibly annoying lisp while in that armor.”

"It'sssss called a character gimmick. Try it ssssssssometime. It'll make you sssssstand out more," Serpent reeled back, stumbling a bit. With the speed of a cobra, his hand shot towards Blake's forehead, aiming to strike him with his fingertips.

Fenris was shocked at the speed that his opponent had, but he quickly backed away, performing a backflip which resulted in him kicking Serpent's hand away. "Character gimmick, eh? I'll log that away... if I ever decide to take advice from a lapdog to a deranged company... I'll give you a call."

"Thissssss isssss why you'll remain an amateur. Alwayssssss thinking you know bessssst," Serpent shook his kicked hand before performing his own backflips, headed to the ropes.

"In a strange strategy, our two competitors have decided to do a strange dance instead of actually fighting!" Reno called out.

"Oh, silly Reno. There are many kinds of fights. Not all are a drawn out slugfest," Destiny commented. "Although those are my favorite,"

"Then enlighten me... 'your majesty'." Fenris spat back at Serpent. He adopted his stance from the beginning of the fight, slowly exhaling. "If I'm an amateur... would that make you a rank amateur? Or simply not on the spectrum?"

Serpent finished his backflips, twirling in the air to land on top of the ropes. "Ah, my dear tadpole. If I was a rank amateur, do you think I would be tessssting you right now? No, I am what'ssssss known as an apprentice! I'm not professional, but I will become the top fighter here in the Sssssstrongest Under the Earth! I don't need some amateur like you to lower the quality of the fightersssss here!"

"Is that so?" Fenris was glaring daggers in Serpent's direction. He stood upright for a moment, pointing a thumb to his chest. "If you want to be Strongest Under the Earth, be my guest... but I'm clawing my way to the top. If you're a top competitor... and you have an association with NORNIR... then I'll unleash hell until I reach the top... until I get answers. And if I have to dethrone you to be top dog..." He paused, his hand moving towards the belt. "...I'll gladly knock you down back to earth where you belong, belly-dragger…”
 

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