Random and Pointless RP!

Weak: Yes My lord, I will return to my home
Weak returns teleports to the resturaunt
Weak: I'll have the usual
Shop Owner: Who are you?
Weak: Dude it's me Weak
Shop: Weak? I don't know any Weak.
Weak: Whatever Ben, just give me the spaghetti
Ben: here, that will be ten bucks
Weak: here
Weak goes home wondering what happened to Ben

Meanwhile, more ambitious cultists were sneaking about.

Ambitious albert: you think its safe to follow people?
cool calvin: well, we do have the power of extreme FASHION on our side!
petty prue: true, but we don't know what we are getting into.

but they all saw the man investigating their prior acts.

in a quick rush, they ran back to Merry and told him what they saw.

Merry was not pleased.

"Nu uh, nope. We deal with this now. I won't have no nay sayers dancing on this mans one man parade of fashion glory and genesis. Not after this great catharsis we all had. So peoplez... get on your fashion faces. (No, not the elf masks). Its time to take the catwalk... and get rid of those that don't like it."

Ah crap, there are two cults running amuck, might get confuzzling..
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Nowe saw the flamboyant party from a mile away. The leader of the Red Hand stands his ground as the other cult approaches him.
Nowe: So you are the party giving us cultists a bad name...

The "Five" followed Weak into the restaurant.

Ben looked at them, then quickly looked away.

The "one" puts his hand up and then as quick as lightning, Ben collapsed...

Daria sighed, she had heard about milinary men setting up for destruction.
"One more thing, are we anywhere near the city of Aden?" She asked Daria.
"Yes, you're actually only a day's hike from it." She assurred Maisuri.
Maisuri nodded and Daria called out her husband whom helped put Troy in a bedroom.

"And theres only room for one set of ambitoius people in this one band town! Lets fight!"

His men started dance fighting as if they were in a musical. Specificially a really flamboyant one about people in a big city with two people fueding over a small space... kinda like this right now.

"Yeah yeah, knock them in the ear. Bla bla bla meaningless lyrics!"

But with a snap, he summoned the full glare of fashion to create a glamour most unreal.

But that was a mere veil for what was coming next.

Weak sees the five and rushes down with his blade. When he got there, the shop was a mess, The five were gone and Ben was gone
He cursed and returned home, not noticing the Man With a helm perched on his balcony

Nowe: I do not comprehend what these... people... are doing...
Nowe channels four tendrils from him and and they immediatley impale 4 of Merry's men.

"The man with the helm" jumped down and entered the home


and stared at weak as he slept




left something on his chest, which started to glow unexpectedly


and there was a huge flash of light which engulfed both the mysterman and weak....

the glamour witheld, as the man attacked that which was not there.

"yeah yeah, keep going. Your a fashion god through and through... POW!"

the channeled energy from teh dance fighting had reached its maximum.

"awaken o great avatar of fashion! rise, o dark reflection of a cloudy day! RISE O GREAT LORD OF THOSE CLOTHED TO THE EXTREME. AWAKEN PRADEVIL!"

Out of the ground rose a great being clothed in the most glamorous clothes ever. but it was ready to devour... for the sake of those that weren't prepared to come to terms with fashion. it leapt with a great frenzy, ready as an aspect of nature to kill that which it did not identify with.

in this case, he who couldn't understand.

Weak wakes up
Weak: ugh talk about weird wake up calls
???: hello
Weak: Why are we in the nether dimension?
???: That will be revealed, first I must warn you about Nowe, he is more than he lets on
Weak: like What?
???: I can not say
Weak: Whatever, I'm leaving
Weak casts highest level teleport spell and escapes the nether world.
???: SHIT he was my out xD
Weak goes uses long distance magic to contact Nowe
Weak: Master, I can not come to you right now, some are following me, I will attempt to rid them, but for now give me tasks through signs.

Nowe: Hmm... *raises his hand* To give life! A ultimate form of conjuration... Minions of my brood... rise and slaughter those who have no right to exist.
Nowe channels his blood into a dozen bodies, organs form and each one receives their first heart beat. As their bodies fully generate they become red scaly humanoid wyrmkin with blades formed from blood hardened to the durability of steel.
Nowe: Soldiers... slay them.
The wyrms blew fire and incinerated the flamboyant outfits and the cultists within them. They stomped on each corpse and confirmed their kill.
Nowe: Where's your glamor now? Now for the big one.
As if on cue the conjured reptiles burst a stream of fire at the summoned demon. And the beast was cast aflame.

Weak: My Lord, may I assist you in the war?

Nowe: I may need your assistance, these individuals seem quite a hassle...

tiki, what is the panda?
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Maisuri awoke the next day and returned to Troy's room.
"Hey..?" She said, peaking her head in to see that he was awake and flexing his stomache.
"I should be dead.." He muttered, looking up at her.
Maisuri smiled sadly, "But you're not, which is a good thing.." She muterred aswell.
He chuckled a bit, "I just don't know why or how it hapened." He sighed, putting on his tunic and joining her in the hall.
Maisuri smiled and led him down the stairs and into the kitchen for breakfast.
"Thank you for everything, Daria and Brent," She bowed her head in respect and smiled sweetly in thanks.
"It was the least we could do," She replied with he same smile. "Be careful down the road, there rumors of smugglers."

Weak teleports to Nowe, covering his tracks so the five can't trace him. He charges into battle and summons his partner, the killer Panda(remember him?) Weak takes his eale blade and hacks at people

Merry laughed merily, as his name inspired.

"Those that have died have not died in the true sense of what you wish. But your creatures shall die, in the sense that what they are is an abomination to the nature that my creature lives in."

Sure, the flames hit the beast. But it couldn't burn it, nor scorch it. Fire of the earthly realm or that less could not scroch that of a higher plane.

It leapt over, and with a slash removed the wyrmkins from their plane of existence. What was was nevermore. They were cut out of the fabric of design that is the realm of the world.

With another slash, it teared the earth asunder.

"This isn't any mere creature. It is a physical emobidment of fashion. It shall take more than a few creatures to destroy that."

The cultists that were burned died, sure, but they went on to the next plane. and theyre death only increased the power of those that still lived. and there were always replacements. always.

Now the creature focused on Nowe with interest. This would be a bit longer than it had hoped for.

Merry now laughed once more. "My merry men ( and woman). I believe there are some rats that would be perfect for a new outfit i had in mind. Go and find them, and they shall fall easily to that which you have been blessed with. Go!"

The cultists scattered, being carried by divine nature to attack the cultists that Nowe had, searching for them with the eyes that would reveal where these unfashionable folk lay.

Nowe: Weak, make sure all his follows share the same fate as the ones I have just slain...
Nowe: I grow tired of this.... Vain vanities have to no role in any society... I shall send your shallow creature to hell...
Nowe pulls out a black idol and mutters and incantation...
A demonic porthole opens up under the beast.
Nowe: He shall go to a place where his appearance will be scarred and be pulled into a legion that spares no adoration to it...
A gargantuan hand wraps around the flamboyant beast and pulls it to the abyss with the portal closing.
Merry: H-how... ugly...
Nowe: Now DEACON LUCIEN!! NOW!!!
Lucien: As you wish my lord...
Lucien was a man in a traditional red robe but with two drapes indicating high rank.
Lucien: Souls of the lost and damned, wreak vengeance on the hideous souls that took your bodies...
Ghostly apparitions form and slew Merry's followers left and right without and physical weakness.
Nowe: Looks like it is just you left...
Merry and Nowe both glare at each other.
Nowe: Let us two leaders settle our difference.

Weak sits back with Panda and watches and pouts.
He told me to kill, then he tells arse face over there to do all the work.
Weak:I'm going to practive magic.
Weak starts levitating rocks with his hands, and sets them on fire

Lucien: You are welcome to help! And that hurt... Damn youngsters have no respect for the elderly...

Weak: heh sweet, he flings the flaming rocks into the fashion men.
Weak picks up his sword and smiles when he kills someone, he then sets the men on fire, starts slashing away, but quickly drains most of his energy by constanly slashing and casting large scale spells, so he sits back and take a break

My cultists already left to kill yours ._.
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Merry wasn't sad about the death about his cultists. There were other ways for them to do stuff. As those that believed in fashion were never truly dead.

"Tis of no consequence that SHE was banished down to the hell that you called it. As an avatar, she'll reform. No problem. But your followers will have a greater one."

He snapped, and all and any garments there started constricting, squeezing the life out of anywhere there. Lucien was dead, after mere moments.

"Those that believe in falsehoods will not exist in any other realm. And they won't exist here anymore either."

With a wink, he stomped on the ground.

Armaments appeared and were equiped in short fashion.

"So how are you doing with your constricted body? Or is that not nearly bad enough? And for your minion... he'll go where escape is forbidden."

With another stomp, a room appeared around weak, and it disapeared with him in it.

"He has gone to reeducation school, and no manner of magic will let him out. Until he learns what fashion is and what it means... and that could take months, let alone years."

But with a special weapon in his hand he was now completely ready. "i'm sure you aren't dead. Now what do you wish for? More of your loyal cultists dead?"

which minion? me?

I did say weak in there ._.

and no means of magic can save you this time!

o rite thanks didn't read carefully my eyes are tired- check my topic my work is no lie, how is that not fashionable?
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Weak screams as he is thrown into he room, then his good side surfaces and sits in a corner.