Squid: A good few of the tentacles did get cut off, oozing black blood gushing from the wounds as they start regenerating again. Every move he makes seems to be accompanied with another horrid crack, as his mess of a body keeps rearranging itself into even more terrifying mixture of body parts. At one point he doesn't even have a face, a large, leech like mouth with whirring razor sharp teeth covering the entirety of his used to be face. He slashes and claws and bites at the nearest person, easily tearing off chunks of flesh and coming back instantly for more
Dūrus: Freezes everyone, pulls people apart Can't… have you… killing each other… quite… just yet…
Squid: He lets out a quiet gurgling noise as his body goes stiff, a hundred eyes just staring at Dūrus
Dūrus: Looks at Squid with a baleful reproach, daring him to try something
Squid: The eyes eventually look away, as he lets out a quiet growl in submission
Dūrus: Lets Squid go, still keeping everyone else frozen Good… you have learned… patience… and wisdom…
Iris: Looks confused, continues moving What's that supposed to do, Dūrus?
Dūrus: Very confused What… are you… Iris…
Iris: Grins Shouldn't you already know me?
Falbahaddon: Escapes the magic freeze, lunging at Squid.
Goldergon: Vanishes and reappears away from Squid and Falbahaddon, understanding that he needed to be patient.
Lucitius: A rumble rises in a throat and he waves a finger at Falbahaddon. Persistence is not a wise choice at the moment.
Falbahaddon: A tendril of mist grabs his ankle and trips him. Another tendril of mist grabs his arm. He repeatedly melts his arms and tries to escape, but the tendrils keep capturing him, effectively immobilizing him. He glares at Lucitius.
Lucitius: I can do much worse.
Malcolm: Fucking useless assholes, and who the fuck is this bitch?
Avectus: Another soul to be given to my master.
Malcolm: Shut up!
Squid: Squid chomps his teeth together, chest heaving as he reaches up with a barely recognizable hand to touch his face. The mask slowly melts away from his flesh, as the rest of his body follows suit and eventually leaves behind a normal looking Squid with the mask in now normal hand..hghhh..
Dūrus: SIghs, eyes turning momentarily scarlet, his form flashing with electricity and screams, dripping with deep reddish-black blood, physically grabs ahold of Lucitius, Falbahaddon, Malcom and Avectus Stop it. Now.
(Nope! Character chat is always open to all!)
Wren: Laughs at Death, probably the first to do it in front of him, melts through his grasp and reforms outside it I don't foolow the rules of this universe. I'm not even from here, Death. You can't even keep a hold of me, much less kill me.
(yay, I don't think you've met Maia yet.)
(Nope, I haven't! Just make sure she avoids Goldergon. And Avectus. And Falbahaddon. And Lucitius. And Malcolm. All of them will kill her immediately. Basically, stay near Wren, Iris, Squid and Dūrus. I'm sure Wren will definitely help her.)
Wren: Immediately turns attention to Maia Hello! Are you here on purpose? If so, I would highly advise you to leave immediately, because we have many homicidal maniacs here. Plus Death himself. And a living… rainbow? I don't even know. We also have a cannibalistic Cthulu monster on our side. At least Goldergon is Death's apprentice. And Death is at least neutral. So that helps. If you don't want to leave, I could literally morph into a suit of armor capable of withstanding the force of a black hole.
Maia: oh. I don't think I came here on purpose, and I don't think I want to leave, You also don't need to be a suit of armor 'cos any injury that is not fatal will just heal thru a very painful process.
Lucitius: Laughs, petting the electricity arcing off of Dūrus. I follow chaos, and chaos follows me. I long ago accepted this. Teleports away, blue electricity crawling all over his body. Do you not enjoy their caresses?
Falbahaddon: Melts into a pile of foul smelling goo, then reforms. I could have turned into fog and completely avoided that, but why? Snickers.
Avectus: Seems to fade away, reappearing next to the hand that had held him. My master knows many things. You are all weak. Join us and see your true potential.
Malcolm: Groaning angrily. Fucking let me go already. I haven’t even pulled a gun out yet!
On’nyosh: Sarcastically, This is fun. That creepy fuck is still here. Turns to Maia. Hi newcomer.
Goldergon: Silently watching everything like a wolf stalking prey.
Dūrus: SIghs, freezes time momentarily, throwing Falbahddon and Avectus into a void, timing it so that they crash into another world Those two… needed… to go…
Lucitius: Shrugs. Eldritch zealots such as Avectus are indeed unwelcome.
On’nyosh: Raised eyebrow. You’re fucking weird.
Lucitius: Snorts. I am both sane and insane. Reality is relative, jester.
On’nyosh: Whatever. You keep going with your confusing thoughts.
Malcolm: Impatient sigh. Can you let me go already?
Goldergon: Still watching.
Wren: Oh, that's cool! I can't even be hurt by anything of this reality. I'm not even natural to this plane of existence, even. I exist mostly on the Ethereal/Immortal Planes. What you see here is just a fragment of me. Also, Malolm, noone likes you. I most definitely remember you.
