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  1. NO! good night sleepy head Platypus stayed where he was. He felt the shockwave pass him by, shielded by his alignment with his Plotblade. But he threw up his illusion of himself getting torn to pieces, overconfident smirk literally ripped off his face. Feeling his enemies anguish at the old memories, he threw his own memories of heroes into the mix while his illusion seemed to die. The Adventurer helping Sequence in the building contest for the Plotblade. Click. Platypus' family dying over his body to protect him from the Mordite shrapnel that had killed the Immortal Platypi. Click. Platypus going to his home every year to mourn his family. Click. The king of the elves granting Platypus shelter from the dreaded draiemons who had killed his whole species with Mordite. Click. The images began going faster. The elves' armies dying until a hero, a Narrator long forgotten, saved them from the draiemons. Click. The hero, graciously accepting thanks, offering to stay and protect the elves forever. The elves accepted and the hero that was a Narrator lived a long life with them, in the end, giving his life to protect them. Cli- Suddenly the images stop as the illusion was fully torn apart. Platypus was silently, invisibly weeping at the memory of his family and mentor as he dropped from where he was, blocking any beams near him with his Blade. He let his Blades go. He would not kill Rond unless it was needed. Feanor, he would kill. But Rond... he would do his best to spare Rond. The being is dead, Power (personified, it is Subversion's power with nothing else) is in danger of destroying TLT, Platypus is fighting Rond, Thaidakar is dead, and maybe a few other things. @Scars of Hathsin
  2. yes, you do. She's incredible.
  3. say less *evil grin* Platypus watched the Ronds carefully, reading their thoughts as they circled him. He let blades come within centimeters of him. The power flowed through him, the battle flowed into him. It was a dance, and he was an expert. Rushing around, he jumped off a blade, kicked another into the head of one clone, and landed facing the real Rond. Platypus stuck his newly re-summoned Narrationblade into the rift, imbuing it with strength too. He got thrown back as the rift closed but the power was there. Reading Rond's thoughts, Platypus almost felt regret. Then he remembered how Rond and Feanor summoned spirits and Feanor kill Thaidakar. His resolve hardened. Seeing the beams bouncing around, Platypus instinctively knew they would aim for him. Who else could they aim for. How little Rond truly knew. As the beams burst towards him, he dropped his Blades. He couldn't be slowed down for this. Leaving the Blades floating in the air this whole fight we've been floating he jumped. The beams followed him and he jumped, ducked, contorted, and twirled through the gaps. Soon a beam had hit each of the duplicate Ronds, dispatching them. He picked up his swords in time, crossed them, and raised them to the height of the beam. Swirling power of Vengeance, Narration, and reality formed a matching beam and the beams hit. The explosion caused all within 70 miles to see the mushroom cloud if they looked. Platypus stalked through the smoke, Blades still glowing, though his glow was slightly diminished. "Oh, Rond," he called sing-songingly. "Ready to die yet?" Emerging from the smoke, Platypus stood face to face with Rond. Then he started moving. He started simple, figure 8s, jumping over Rond, who was the cross in the 8. Then he got faster and more complex until the ground was smoking in a runic shape. "Meet the Platypi's language. Consider yourself lucky, you're the only outsider to see it. This mean Vengeance. You tried to kill my friends. Thaidakar DIED!" he screamed. "But I've had enough." Suddenly he stopped, directly in front of Rond. "It was a good fight," he said, voice coming from behind. He slashed and stabbed at the same time, aiming to sever the head and skewer the heart. As soon as he attacked he knew that if nothing interfered, Rond was a goner.
  4. Wait, you're right, it was BftS. I we were on the dragon, remember?
  5. oh, it looks like a Ravan from the show Extinct
  6. ok. Also, is your PFP from Extinct?
  7. "It is too late," Platypus states, matter-of-factly, mid-combat. "It has started and I will not stop til one of us dies."
  8. It's a blade that only Narrators have. "I'm not fighting you, I'm fighting him!" "Go help Subversion, Falvan," Platypus said staring grimly. "This is my fight." Little does Rond know, I actually play chess competitively. I almost won State a few years ago. Platypus raises his Blades, then lowers them. He runs in and ducks the first slash. Then, inside the sword's reach, he shouted. Power amplifying his voice, a shockwave blasts out, then a sonic boom. He throws his Narrationblade, jumps, and swings for Rond's head with Vengeance.
  9. a lot of stuff. We blew up a castle together. She was just very likeable. one time we got a bunch of people to change their PFP to her PFP
  10. THAT'S SO COOL! MY TURN! ok. I'll try to kill Rond. Also, I gotta thank ya'll especially you Thaidakar, and you Nameless, and Wiz and Calano. I've gotten so much better at writing looking at your posts so thank you. Anyway. Glowing with power, Platypus floats into the air, Plotblade in one hand, Narrationblade in the other. "You fool," he booms, voice like thunder, echoing around the grassy plain. "I am Platypus, wielder of Vengeance, Last of the Immortal Platypi, Creator of Dimensions, Narrator of Animals, and Destroyer of Universes. I am he who initiated the Vengeance quest. I have fought a Root Dragon and won. I am among the oldest of the living Narrators. What do I think death looks like? You'll have to tell me, but it can't be worse than the sight of you. I caused the death of Plot himself. I wield the power of the very same, Plot, bound in a sword. A sword, that, like the name suggests, wants nothing more than VENGEANCE!" Shouting the last word, Platypus rushes in, Blades swinging, slashing, and stabbing in intricate patterns, killing any remaining spirits that attack him. Anything in his path, he slashes or Narrates into non-existence. Right before he reaches Rond he shouts, "WHO ARE YOU TO STAND BEFORE ME!"
  11. yeah. Every time I'm on a different tab and I see the little notif in the tab i'm like, Is that Nameless' post?! HI CALANO! <3 EDIT: DARN IT THAIDAKAR, I SAW THE NOTIF AND GOT EXCITED BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T RECENTLY BROWSING EDIT2: JUST GOT THE NOTIF. Gotta savor it.
  12. yeah, it's incredible. That's why i love DND combat so much. I'm sure Nameless would like to talk, but he's typing so he can talk later.
  13. This is gonna be an adventure! I love writing against another person cause then i don't end the fight too early
  14. yikes. yeah, I'm getting goosebumps writing it because it totally matches what I would do in the situation. I'm excited to post it! EDIT: you're going to have to fight as Rond because I don't know what he can do besides try to freeze Platypus and summon spirits. Plus, I wouldn't want to godmod anyway
  15. I'll wait for you then. I have something that I'm also typing up for Platypus to confront Rond, and/or threaten Feanor.
  16. Thanks! I love Vengeance, it's the most focused Plotblade and thus the most powerful, and I get a lot of chances to use it. Also, @Thaidakar the Ghostblood, is Curiosity dead or did Thaidakar stop Feanor in time?
  17. yeah, Thaidakar is a great writer. If you were talking about me too, thanks.
  18. um... there wasn't actually anything above him. But... As Rond walked away, he felt a searing pain across his calves. Falling to the ground, he sees Platypus' Narrationblade fading and reforming in his hand. He grinned sardonically, then he rushed to where Thaidakar had fallen, fighting off spirits while looking at the corpse. Time for some fun of my own Realizing Thaidakar was dead, Vengeance began to glow in his hand. Platypus disappeared, then started appearing everywhere at once. Slashing and stabbing furiously he spun through the battlefield, Blades in hand. He vanquished spirit after spirit, their wails echoing as he mercilessly dispatched them. Finally, he arrived where Rond was hamstrung on the ground. "Hello good sir. Are you ready to die?" he asked, he and his Blades both glowing and pulsing with power. if you are ok with rond dying, I'm happy to kill him. If not, I have a back-up plan.
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