OOC Duel Thread

the spark catches up to where he teleported the muse

'so shall we carry on where we left off?'

'my ear is still bleeding a bit'

he says with a smirk

The Muse smiles coyly

"If you can catch me! And no powers this time!"

Zooms off

'ok you are on'

zooms after here whilst pulling out a fishing rod with a fake butterfly on the end

'can not believe i kept this after the incident with those cat-ogres'

he casts the line in front of him hoping to distract the muse

The Muse laughs as she zips away

"I'm not an idiot, dearest!"

the spark zooms right into the butterfly and almost swallows it

he starts choking and falls onto a near by rock

he starts hitting his chest to try to dislodge it

The Muse stops, turns around, and lands by the Spark, poking him

"Hey, you okay?"

the sparks face is now blue

'may be dieing in the single most embarasing way ever'

he wheezes

'thank the spire'

he wheezes again

'i will come back from this'

he collapses

The Muse roles her eyes

The Muse pulls out her knife, opens his esophagus, and removes the butterfly

She then places her hand on the slit, says a quick chant, and seals it shut

he coughs a couple of times and takes a really deep breath in, the very air moves with him for a second before he shakes his head and gets up, rubbing his throat

'jeez darling there was no need for that!'

'though i appreciate not dying to a fake butterfly so thank you'

he then grabs the muse and starts tickling her

'and i may have just gotten you'

he says with a laugh

*Meanwhile, back at...Whatever that place is where everybody else stayed, the Duke finally stops having the mental equivalent of a seizure*

-Did they really just...What.The.fuck. Oh well, if they're really gonna do it, it's better for them to be away. (*he sighs*) What in the name of the elder gods did I get myself into.

The Muse starts laughing and squirming

"St-st-stop it! I ha-ha-hate tickling!"

The Heir asks the duke what is wrong.

The Mage assures them the elder gods have nothing to do with this.

The Noble Circle would have told him if they had planned something like this.

'if you hate being tickled so much why are you laughing?'

the spark says with a smile on his face

'but if you insist'

he quickly dodges through flailing limbs and lands a kiss on the muse before jumping back and floating in a suitable laid back manner

The Mage of Form lands on the peak islet, using his abilities to widen the platform. He draws his spear as his companion, The Spark of Mind, lands next to him, wielding his machine-gun-crossbow

((woah two people?))

((uh))

((There was never anything wrong with being two people. No one said it was wrong, and my name derives from my inability to follow my zodiac and make good decisions. So why not be both of my Class aspects? Give me a good reason, and the Spark of Mind will leave. (He's my 12 year old self by the way, I redid the quiz and got Mage of Form later.)))

((nah stick with it, i will not notice unless you teleport in front of me and the muse))

The Mage of Void asks the new people why they have their weapons drawn? Are they expecting a fight?

The Spark of Mind raises his hand and opens his mouth to start speaking before the Mage of Form interrupts. 'Yes, yes we are.' He says, the Spark of Mind looking extremely annoyed. Clearly he wanted to give a lengthy explanation on why they are here.

The Mage asks why they are expecting a fight.

((Holy Jegus. Scales, is your life goal to confuse the heck out of me? If so, you're succeeding with flying colors))

((then ignore it, we can just go off on our own adventure havoc!))

((Isn't that already what you're doing?))

OverlordJ wrote:

((Isn't that already what you're doing?))

((SSHSHSHSHHSHSHHSHSHSHSHHSHSHSSHSHSHH!!!!! IT'S A SERKET!))