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The Indigo League ([personal profile] indigo_league) wrote in [community profile] victory_road2022-05-20 01:55 pm

MR ARCEUS

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: MAY 20TH TO MAY 22ND
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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papacerberus: (Cerberus: The playbow from hell.)

1 you can take the combat AI out of the war sim...

[personal profile] papacerberus 2022-05-22 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[...but it's terribly hard to take paranoia inspired by said war sim out of the combat AI. Which is the reason when Lupa almost literally runs into the unexpected creature (dragon class?!!) while picking his way through underbrush after the Houndoom that's adopted him, everything else ceases to matter but defend! protect!

There's a split second of a startled man (in all his bare chested glory) taking a defensive pose. Then after a flash of red and white light, there's a giant three-headed hellhound in the forest clearing with dragon!Corrin instead, with fire dripping in almost lava-like consistency from its jaws.

The Houndoom throws a look that somehow conveys 'here we go again' at Corrin and then proceeds to start licking the center head's face. Good thing she's resistant to fire!]
fatefulprince: ◇ anopuff ◇ (» dragon: *blush*)

[personal profile] fatefulprince 2022-05-24 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ fire!? well ... at least Corrin was a water dragon! he should feel safe enough but - this encounter was frightening enough for the beast to cower away defensively before he speaks. ]

Ah! I mean no harm! Please don't hurt me!
papacerberus: (Cerberus: The playbow from hell.)

[personal profile] papacerberus 2022-05-24 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Lupa relaxes. Mostly. And licks the Houndoom back, to reassure her. Can he afford the energy of changing back? Should he, even with the other's protestations of peace?

It's hard to trust the words, even though he wants to. His heads all turn towards Corrin, even though they're all very much without eyes at all, and the fire stops forming. What was already there, well... this patch of ground beneath him is nothing but ash now.

His voice is a basso rumble from the center head, crackling with distortion.]

I was unaware that there were others here. What Tribe were you from?

[Not his; he knows the face, human and demon, of every soldier in his ranks. But impossible to know the full extent of the others, when they mostly only met in battle. Probably not a Brutes because Lupa finds it hard to imagine any of them wanting peace with the leader of the Wolves. Maybe a Solids?]