[Event Thread]
(Note: This thread is accessible to anyone at Duel Academy who would logically be at Osiris Red)
::For those paying some form of attention, you notice a bright light outside the Osiris Red dorm during the evening, you feel a sudden rise in heat, or possibly the sound of roaring flames.
What is happening is a punky young guy in his late teens/early 20s, wearing orange sunglasses is levitating outside, with a giant fireball floating next to him.::
DIE, ZEXAL, IN THE FLAMES OF THE ETTOSYLEIT!
::He's pulling his arm back, which causes the fireball to pull back.
This might be the opportune time to stop Osiris Red from becoming a pile of matchsticks.::
::For those paying some form of attention, you notice a bright light outside the Osiris Red dorm during the evening, you feel a sudden rise in heat, or possibly the sound of roaring flames.
What is happening is a punky young guy in his late teens/early 20s, wearing orange sunglasses is levitating outside, with a giant fireball floating next to him.::
DIE, ZEXAL, IN THE FLAMES OF THE ETTOSYLEIT!
::He's pulling his arm back, which causes the fireball to pull back.
This might be the opportune time to stop Osiris Red from becoming a pile of matchsticks.::
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Eh?? Competition? You mean you're not here in revenge for them or something?
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[Desdemona opens her mouth and releases a torrent of violet flame on top of the Duke.]
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Is that supposed to hurt. Haven't you realized I'm affiliated with fire, yet, you grotesque cow?
::Opens his mouth, dislocating his jaw as the flames roaring over him begin to be sucked into his mouth.::
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[Hey, Duke, where the hell did this chick spring off a roof from.
How is she flying at you so quickly.
And why on earth is she swinging a big-ass black and red left fist into your face!?]
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::Whammed, smashing right into the dirt, causing a crater.::
... ow.
::Kiseki, meanwhile, your hand feels really really hot. Like you just shoved it into a smelting vat.::
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[Sensing the opening, Desdemona releases a bunch of vines and tries to wrap them around the Duke, creating an opening for Kiseki to strike again. She expects it to hurt like hell, but if she can manage to keep him constricted, even briefly, she'll shout to Kiseki:] Strike him again! NOW!
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With pleasure.
[This is going to be unpleasant, but oh so satisfying, as she swings again for his stupid face.]
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I fear that's not the end of this by a long shot...! His temperatures are too unwieldy!
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Was that enough...?
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Fucking. God. Damn. Hell. Shit. Lord.
::A hand pulls itself out of the ground. His face is broken and distorted in very unnerving ways. But yes, that's apparently lasting damage that's been dealt to him.::
E qedd xilf uai odd ef swy belyz ab swy belzs balry ofk qospw uail zaidz tyds, ofk swyf klefn swyt ofk xilf uai oroef ofk bipn uai!
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[She said, desperately trying to figure out what to do if he decided on the latter.]
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::Stands up, shakily, like his body is definitely not meant to take these beatings. And as hot as he is, the entire area starts to drop in temprature, as black fog starts rolling about.::
In the worhst way possibull...
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Vapor starts starts to wisp off her left arm from the elbow down as the temperature cools - the contrast between just how impossibly hot he was and the cooling temperatures putting Haruka's mind into overdrive as the second thought hits like a freight train.]
Is he... drawing the heat of the area into himself...!?
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He gives one glance over at what's happening here, and decides he may need to do a bit better. He just hopes that if anything happens, these things will be able to take it...*
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[Desdemona touches the ground and as she does, her dragon form folds into itself. But a mass of red petal-like scales remain on her arm even after she's taken her human form again.]
He's starting a Dark Game. We're already caught inside it.
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::Pulls on his face, trying to pull it out out.::
Feel more than welcome...
::Laughs coldly.::
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[The scales on her arm reform into a Duel Disk she slams her disk into it.]
You stand against one who was created to purge your kind from existence, demon. I am Desdemona, the Wings of Destruction. And I won't let you leave this place alive.
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::Five giant tablets made of writhing flesh slam down from the air, behind him. Each has a mockery of a card back on them.::
Bring it!