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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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Cyrus gazed curiously in the direction of the gunshots, puffing one more bout of smoke before dropping it in the floor and sliding off the stool, grinding it under his black sleek military boot. When he took the heel away, there was no evidence the cigarette had been there at all. “So I see there are uncouth villains. I was getting a little disappointed.” He smirked.

(OOC: nice)
All of a sudden, while Hex was just about to finish the first step of reforming her eye, another bullet comes out of nowhere and destroys her hard work. It strikes her exactly the same place she had shot herself and she reacts with a brief flinch. A mess of blackness tumbles out of her socket in waves of chunks and splatter on the floor. MOTHER FUCKER!!! She turns to where Negative was facing. WHO FUCKIN DID IT!? WHO WANTS TO GET FUCKED!? WHO WANTS TO FEEL DEATH CRAWL INTO YOUR LUNGS AND TEAR APART YOUR RIBS!? SHOW YOURSELF AND FACE YOUR FATE YOU LITTLE SHIT! She bellows out curses in both meanings as she bares her teeth and stretches her claws with malicious intent drenching her presence.

Chaos, knowing someone was about to get fucked up, sat down and began silently playing with his tail.

Cyrus looked at the mess on the floor and clucked his tongue, shaking his head before conjuring a black flask and uncapping it, taking a nice big swig before muttering, “This place is insane. I’m not disappointed any longer.”

Cyrus looked over and saw another person playing with their own tail and sauntered over, cautiously. “So who are you?”

You INSOLENT-! She takes her claw and in a moment of pure anger, was about to shank the twerp with her claws. She stops right at the back of his head as he walks over to Chaos and a guttural snarl rumbles in her chest. The contract. You live now, fucker, but not for long. Unless you are another being here with immunity to curses, you are effectively fucked. She spits at his boots and growls at him. She turns to Negative and barks out more swears. Who fucking took my eye!? I know you know, half-demon shit.

Cyrus looked between the two, getting ready to step in between if things got out of hand.

Chaos opened his maw to say: 'oh, hey! name Chaos!' but then he was cut off by Hex swearing up a fucking storm and then spitting on some dirty boots. Blinking, he stood up and backed up. "Hex, i am an innocent! i am sure you know that! I would like to stay alive-" he was cut of with a growl that rumbled in his throat, in a few moment, the familiar thick, foggy mist appeared out from the shadows. Chaos was sucked into said dark fog and after a few minutes, the faint beady, bright green eyes appeared. "what thee actual fuck is happening!?" a booming echo asked, the room seems to fall quiet as they stared up at the foggy male. "and why are there 4 new others? what the hell happened, Hex, Vozreal?" he questioned.

KING HAS RETURNED!!! ))

Cyrus sipped his alcohol again, raising an eyebrow. “Oh dear.” He was slightly sad that the tailed villain was gone, and hoped he’d be back unharmed. If he didn’t he’d have to fight some people.

Negative stared in disbeleive. She had no idea what happened to Chaos.
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I KNOW, HEX!!!!???" Another gunshot came and went strait threw Negatives head. She seemed unharmed, as if she didn't feel it. "Woah…" She looked at the dark fog and then all around the room. "THE ACTUAL FRICK?" Negative started to hyperveluate.

Then she grew at least 4 more feet(shes 5'7) She towered into a black, stone demon with red glowing cracks all over in her. She had long, daggered hair that could cut metal. She stood, scared of what would happen next.

Cyrus pressed his lips together in mildly concerned thought. “Well then. I think Imma yet myself outta here for now. Be back when it’s over or if that dude, Chaos, comes back for rescuing.” And with that, he popped out of that plane of existence.

Hex watches as the girl sprouts four more feet and becomes a giant stone demon creature with sharp, dangerous hair. She groans in annoyance while her eye continues to weep dark, sludging curses. Bitch, I was the tallest mother fucker in this, you hijacked that from me. Get the fuck back to being an insect and find that gun person. I want this bitch to suffer. She looks to where the shot came from. SHOW YOURSELF COWARD. ANOTHER VICTIM IN MY CHASM WILL BE ENOUGH TO PAY THE PRICE. She stands menacingly to the darkness. Then she snaps her head to the familiar voice of The Shadow King reentering the room from the body of his brother. Welcome back. We are hunting. She turns back and continues cursing into the shadows.

"Hunting? what for." he questioned, floating over towards Hex and glaring into the shadows. "and what the fuck happened to your eye?" he asked, his eyes still locked onto the other side of the room.

Hex growls at the spineless coward hiding in the shadows, but never takes her eye off it as she answers King's question. The demon had a weapon and I simply wanted to investigate it. It blew out my eye. My socket grew arms and legs. I clawed those out. Then some PUNK BITCH HIDING AWAY IN A FUCKING CORNER SHOT MY EYE WHEN IT WAS ABOUT TO FUCKING REFORM. She points to Negative without looking away. AND THIS BITCH KNOWS SOMETHING CAUSE IT SHOT HER TOO BUT SHE IS NOT TALKING. AND. SHE USURPED MY RIGHTFUL PLACE AS THE TALLEST MOTHER FUCKER IN THE ROOM. She concludes her rant by putting her arm down and staring into the shadows, waiting for a move. Her eye attempts to reform again but, it is too early to see if it will become an eye or something else again.

Negative strode around the room, searching for the person with the gun. "WHERE ARE YOU YOU LITTLE JERK!?" She yelled, her voice sounding disoriented.

Cyrus, eh?" Vozreal said, speaking for the first time since Cyrus came.

Cyrus poked his head out from his bubble of non-existence and replied, “You rang?”

The name's Vozreal." He said with a 1930s relaxant radio voice, like he was THE 1930s radio. He spoke with a beautiful british accent.

He was still smoking his cigar

Cyrus smiled and came out, holding out a hand,”Well you look like my kind of person I’m Cyrus, or Cyrene, depending on what sex my body has fluxed into. It’s a pleasure.” He still held his flask dangling in his other hand.

Yeah, yeah wrap up the greetings another time, we've got an issue here. She watches Negative storm around the room and bellow out demands. The shadows of the room did not respond at all. Hex sighs. Whoever this bitch was, they weren't going to show their face any time soon. She growls low and snaps at the air in irritation. She turns to Cyrus with annoyance etched on her face. Why are you here, reality warper? And what the fuck is up with the two name business?! Just pick one and go. Hex's eye, in her moment of pure fury, had mostly regenerated itself into something actually resembling an eye for once.

I assure you, I'm much more powerful than you are " he replied shaking his hand

Hi notice this and decided to slap her to make it regenerates faster

Cyrus looked at Hex with disdain. “I’m certainly not being called a male name while I’m female, and my name has meaning, you uncultured fuckass.” He turned back to Volzreal and replied, “I personally don’t care how much power you have. It’s your style I like.” He took a swig of his flask as he watched Hex get smacked.

Hex felt a sudden impact collide with her face. Vozreal dead ass bitch slapped her across the face. It didn't hurt, but it sure as hell made her pissed. Her eyes glow to an obscene brightness against her black fur and her teeth appear far sharper and larger than before. Her face contorts so viscerally in rage that perceiving her beyond her eyes and mouth was a risk to anyone with a weak mental constitution. She roars loud and viciously. I'LL CARVE YOUR RIBS OUT YOU FUCKIN- She lifts her huge right claw and attempts to impale it through Vozreal's abdomen. (OOC: Vozreal can dodge. I don't want her to hurt ya.)

Hi teleported behind her and stab her, basically doing a no u

I know this your wound regenerator back into a eyeball like it was supposed to but, but only when you got angry, so I bitch slap you in order to get you more angry."

I noticed*