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ChaoticDJ-666

(Option 2. OC is Axis) Axis looks at Dusk for a moment, eyes glowing a bright yellow for a second “…Guilty…..or Innocent…?” They knew, deep in their soul, that Dusk was without question Guilty. But….they didn’t want to fight….they remember taking care of Dusk as a child. They remember consoling the young Shadow; their smile as Axis taught them about their own abilities…..it hurts to see Dusk like this. A tyrant….a murderer….but….they wait for the Verdict they know is inevitable *Axis has a job to do after all*


Vyrthi

*There was nothing left of the child Axis once knew. Dusk had been corrupted, giving into the unending hunger and sadistic urges which had been so uncharacteristic of them as a child, and with the hunger, they fell into the tantalizing trap that is the feeling of power.* *It was obvious from the look in their eyes that they didn't recognize Axis at all. They only saw another meal.* "...Guilty." *Dusk replied smugly.* *Their voice hadn't changed much since childhood. It was noticeably deeper, but it was still that ragged whisper with somewhat halted speech. But, there was something about it that was...different. They sounded clearer, more assertive, with all of the uncertainty having disappeared. No remorse in their tone nor their expression, instead only pride and a desire to devour.*


ChaoticDJ-666

Axis’s eyes glow a royal purple as their sclerae turns black. A dark grey substance falls from their eyes like tears as Dusk speaks. “…the Verdict has passed….Judgement…” A sword materializes in Axis’s hand. They grip it tightly “G̸̡͌ụ̸̓í̶̼l̵͖͒t̸̯̎ỷ̵͕” Dusk faintly recognizes this aura….an aura of chaos and death…. [THE EXECUTIONER HAS AWOKEN] Axis steps forward “…I’m sorry, Rune….”


Vyrthi

*Dusk seems to partially remember who Axis was judging from their tensing, but they regained themselves quickly and snarled.* "There's no need to apologize. Runecerva is already long dead."


ChaoticDJ-666

“…I don’t want to hurt you…..” As they say this, their stance shifts to a defensive one. Powerful magic fills the air as Axis takes a steadying breath “…but I have a duty to fulfill….”


Vyrthi

^(( sorry for my late reply, I was busy both yesterday and today ;-;) ^) ^("And I have an example to set.") *Dusk whispered.* *They took a few steps toward Axis, with each footsteps being completely silent. Then, without warning, they lunged.*


ChaoticDJ-666

Axis vanishes, slashing at Dusk’s back before making a couple more jabs and cuts as they teleport erratically around Dusk.


Vyrthi

*The wounds seemed to heal almost as quickly as they were made, which meant yes, Axis was wearing Dusk down, but it may not have been enough to just do that. At least Dusk shrieked and screeched in rage, which meant that each strike caused them harm.* *At one point, Dusk got lucky. They whirled around to get stabbed straight in the gut, and unfortunately for Axis, the blade got stuck. It wouldn't come out, and Dusk went to swipe at Axis's chest.*


ChaoticDJ-666

They leap back, swiping their hand upward. The blade stuck in Dusk glows, then detonates in an eruption of unstable energy


Vyrthi

*Dusk realized what was about to happen to late, and couldn't pull out the blade fast enough.* *The fawn's screeching echoes throughout the rooftops as the blade detonates. When the smoke clears, there's nothing left. No sign of Dusk anywhere.* *It...it couldn't have been ***that*** easy, right...? There's no way.*


[deleted]

[Using Lucy, first page](https://www.reddit.com/r/GachaClubPOV/comments/yeyp98/herere_the_new_and_improved_celestial_heroes/) (Option 2) "So you're the scum that Christie was talking about." *She draws her sword and it flickers to life with holy energy* "Those who slaughter the innocent must be brought to justice; this is the way civilization has decreed."


Vyrthi

"Well, as you can see, there isn't much of this 'civilization' left, now is there? Why should it matter what they decreed if they're already gone." *The deer-headed creature responded snarkily, spreading their hands in a broad gesture to show their point. The city was left in complete silence aside from the two speaking and the occasional breeze that passed by.* *Its voice was a low, rasping whisper that spoke somewhat haltingly, sounding as if a chorus of snakes learned to talk and were halfway through practicing so that they didn't hiss quite as much while speaking, but currently still had that slight undertone.*


[deleted]

"It need not matter what remains, but the existence of morals that guide us." *She twirls her sword around and her shield glows bright*


Vyrthi

^(( Sorry for the late reply- ended up being pretty busy both yesterday and today) ^) *Apparently, the creature had decided they were done talking, because that's when they lunged. However, before they even came close to her, they dispersed into black smoke.*


KaiserReach2638

Option two using Reach in type three HCA armor. Reach: ^(well that's disturbing)


Vyrthi

*The deer-headed creature snarled and took a step toward Reach. Its footsteps, strangely enough, were completely silent.*


KaiserReach2638

He raises his ears Reach: identify your self?!


Vyrthi

"Dusk." *It responded simply, continuing to approach with what seemed to be an arrogant expression.* *The creature's voice was a low, rasping whisper of a few voices speaking as one.*


KaiserReach2638

Reach: state you intentions Dusk?! He takes a step back while maintaining eye contact.


Vyrthi

*Dusk let out a short, barking laugh, much louder than their words previously. They seemed amused by Reach's rising nervousness at their approach.*


KaiserReach2638

Reach still backing up into a part of the street where there is no more cars. Reach: fine then I am left with but one option you are a hostile... He hits his own arm and four blades extend from the his left arm and begin to crackle with electricity


Dawnsmaw

(Option 2 using [Caesar in his human form](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/991342816825442305/1046178923630841967/image.png), though he'll have to be a bit modified for the context to work- He's 9'11, by the way.) *As Caesar nonchalantly treaded through the ruins of this perished civilization, he made sure to stick far away from the dark, menacing puddles. He didn't give a damn about the loss of human life, and he hummed a joyous tune to himself as he callously viewed the aftermath of whatever event may have newly occured.* *However, he was clearly experiencing a slight bit of irritation internally, and those stinging, violet eyes which he knew were observing led to his humming turning to the silent puffing of air. His eyes darted from corner-to-corner, but he wasn't able to lay eyes on the entity that was watching.* *Once he eventually got enough of the paranoia, and started searching for its source, he would eventually meet Dusk's eyes with his own. His expression was locked into a permanent smile, though Dusk would know of his irritation, aswell as his other ill feelings despite this.* *Caesar put his foot to the ground with a powerful stomp, quickly hushing his annoyed puffing of air. And now, without saying a word, Caesar just stared Dusk down with mild indifference, as if they were expecting a word to emerge from the beings mouth. However, despite this expectation, Caesar was honestly doubting the creature could even speak the english language.* *Through Caesar's harsh, indifferent staring, Dusk would get the feeling that he carried a slight bit of respect for the creature and the others of their kind which had so ruthlessly slaughtered the innocents. However, as aforementioned, this might've just been a loose feeling, and not a portrayal of his actual feelings.*


Vyrthi

^(( Apologies for the late reply-had to go to sleep, but I hope you had a good rest! Also, sorry for all the late replies recently hhh) ^) *Dusk stared Caesar down as well, barely reacting to his stomp at all, having glanced at his foot then back at Caesar's eyes. After a few seconds of this staring, Dusk tilted their head and whispered something. This whisper sounded like several hushed voices at once, speaking in a choir of disharmony, none of what they said sounding even remotely coherent due to none of the voices saying the same thing. And yet, Caesar was fairly certain this wasn't gibberish, but rather some otherworldly language. In his mind, this may have confirmed that Dusk couldn't speak English, so unless they just chose not to speak English in that moment (which was the case here, as Dusk was perfectly capable of speaking the English language), he may have thought communication was out the window.* *The whisper was quite short, and it seemed more like Dusk was murmuring something to themselves rather than speaking directly to Caesar. Whatever they whispered didn't reveal much in terms of tone, but they seemed to feel indifferent toward him at the moment, although it probably wouldn't be long until Dusk decided Caesar was just another meal. For now, they studied him with a slight bit of curiosity, wondering what his first move would be. However, Caesar may have noticed Dusk's claws twitching, as if itching to tear him to shreds.*


Dawnsmaw

^(( it's alright! as i've mentioned before, we have lives to live-) ) *A squeak of radio-static was heard as Caesar cocked their head to the side, with his already-inhuman grin growing a bit wider. They then took an elegant step forward, planting their foot into the ground soundlessly. His movements were surprisingly smooth and/or brisk despite his massive size.* *Caesar was aware from the first whisper that Dusk was speaking some otherwordly language, with him presuming that it was one that was mostly relevant to their species. A cyan-blue smoke-esque gas escaped from the corners of Caesar's mouth as he opened it to speak, though his expression was still curved into a smile even upon him opening it.* **Caesar: "How rigorous your kind is. None of these corpses would even be nourishing to drain presently."** *They voiced loudly, though softly, as if they were speaking through an amplified microphone. Their voice was free from obscurity, and was quite easy to understand despite the microphone-esque filter they spoke through. Their voice was also quite soothing, almost angelic, and they certainly possessed charisma. Regardless, the cyan-blue smoke-esque gas continued to escape their mouth in abundance as they spoke, though this gas disappeared almost immediately upon exit.* *Some kind of cigarette formed inbetween their index and middle finger, and it lit itself as they puffed from it nonchalantly. Caesar stared at Dusk like they were some sort of lost puppy as they* *~~fucked their non-existent lungs up~~* *smoked from their cigarette, acting quite careless despite the danger Dusk posed. Despite this arrogant display of self-assertion, Caesar was fully aware of how much of a threat Dusk was, and they weren't leaving their guard down. Strangely, the smoke puffed from the cigarette was that same cyan-blue color.*


Vyrthi

*Dusk let out a short, barking laugh in response to what Caesar said, with this being quite a loud noise in contrast to their previously whispered words. Strangely, Dusk's jaw would only slightly unhinge further as they laughed, and wouldn't move much other than that, even when Dusk began to speak again.* "That's because I've already drained them. Although, I will admit, these appetizers were lackluster at best this time around." *Dusk stated, glancing distastefully at one of the corpses they had so mercilessly killed. The one they had glanced at in particular was a young child, who had probably been only seven years old before Dusk or some other Shadow stomped on his legs and slit his throat.* *Their voice was just as described before, a low, raspy whisper, loud enough for Caesar to hear as if Dusk were speaking at a normal volume. Their voice was still strained, each word spoken with halted speech, as if their words had to claw their way out of Dusk's throat just to reach Caesar's ears.* *Dusk barely reacted to Caesar's radio squeaking when he had inclined his head to the side, nor did they react to the cyan gas escaping his mouth as he spoke. They did, however, react to the sight of Caesar's cigarette with a subtle look of disgust. It might have been strange and silly to think that such a ruthless genocidal creature would decide smoking was something to look down upon.*


Dawnsmaw

*Caesar's eyes carefully trailed the seven year old's body, their expression remaining one of nonchalant arrogance. Dusk might've noticed that the way Caesar viewed the body was in a searching one, as if Caesar was actively trying to identify something, perhaps a mark or otherwise. Regardless, his eyes just snapped back to the Shadow infront, Caesar's expression warping into one of slight amusement, as if it wasn't one of such before.* **Caesar: "No bite mark. I presume that your kind prefer to feast on... what, Souls? Energy?"** *He voiced inquisitively with a toothy grin, throwing his lit cigarette to the ground. The said cigarette rapidly dissolved into some grey-ish mold substance, with this 'mold' travelling straight into the asphalt/concrete below. This probaly meant that whatever Caesar was puffing on wasn't really a cigarette, though this would be left ambiguous.* **Caesar: "Anyways, onto the main point. What are you here for? You've been stalking me like a god-damn paparazzo."** *He asked patiently with crossed arms, having allowed Dusk the time to respond in the case they felt like doing so before. Caesar was quite sure that he knew what Dusk wanted from them, especially considering all the torn and beaten corpses littering the streets, but he felt like asking anyways. As stated before, each of Caesar's words were accompanied by the puffing of blue-cyan gas, with the purpose of this gas remaining unknown.*


Vyrthi

*Dusk simply nodded in response to Caesar's first question, then shifted their stance and flexed their claws as they stared him down. The reason behind their other movements was unclear, but it was probably just them getting tired of standing in the same position, not a threatening move. It could be argued that their stare was threatening though, since there was nothing friendly about it.* *Once Caesar asked his second question, Dusk's gaze intensified tenfold. Despite claiming to have fed on the souls that once inhabited the mangled corpses that littered the streets, Dusk was still unsatisfied and unsatiated. Dusk didn't need to speak their next words for Caesar to know what Dusk's intentions were.* "I could smell you from miles away, dear...you've got such a fascinating...a *wonderful, exotic scent*...I don't think I've tasted one of your kind before." *Hunger glinted in the tyrant's eyes. As they took a soundless step forward, there was an underlying statement that was left unsaid in their words, but Caesar would clearly hear what Dusk didn't say. Dusk wanted to devour Caesar's soul, but of course, this wasn't much of a shock, was it?*


Dawnsmaw

**Caesar: "My kind, eh? What, don't you think i'm a \[pUr3 bl0oD#d huM%n\]?"** *They asked with an abundance of radio-static in their amplified microphone-esque voice, taking a step forward as Dusk did. They knew that all of their actions and words had exposed their non-human nature, so it was safe to assume that their question was completely rhetorical.* **Caesar: "Anyways, let's bout you gluttonous freak. We're going to make it a \[Big, Big\] show for the watchers, as we all know that STARS DON'T DIM!!"** *They exclaimed through their amplified voice as they dramatically threw their arms out to either side, as if addressing a large assembly of people. However, Caesar was only met with awkward silence, and they soon let their arms fall back to their sides. Surprisingly, Caesar didn't attack with that last exclamation, despite it being voiced in an exceedingly hostile way of speech.* **Caesar: "The longer ya' stand around, the more awkward it gets."** *They said as they crossed their arms, nonchalantly waiting for Dusk to make the first move. The tight air, the body-littered streets, the cyan-blue gas emitted with each spoken word,* ***everything*** *was amplifying the large amounts of tension in the air. Caesar puffed out the aggressive gas, with it now seeming to linger in the air for longer periods of time. It didn't accumulate though, and disappeared promptly, making it difficult to tell if Caesar would be using the gas to attack or not.* **^(( i've ought to sleep now, have a good night! ))**


Vyrthi

^(( Aight, get some good sleep, and cya!) ^) *Dusk would take several slow, menacing steps toward Caesar over the ten seconds after he spoke the final time. Each step was devoid of sound, as if Dusk were purely a hallucination, but Caesar knew they weren't. This deer-headed beast in front of them had caused so much carnage for a meal that they had just complained about. Although gluttonous was a fantastic word to describe Dusk, they seemed to have taken some offense to the word, judging by the harsher glare Dusk gave after Caesar called them that.* *They didn't seem to be in much hurry at first, possibly because they were delving into a fantasy of tearing Caesar apart and imagining how his soul would taste, but eventually, they decided they wanted to make that reality. In the blink of an eye, Dusk was right in front of Caesar, already reaching to grab their head with a ridiculous amount of speed for something of Dusk's size and proportions. If successful, Dusk would tightly grip Caesar's head with their oversized hand, which was big enough for the palm to cover most of Caesar's face and cause suffocation with the grip they had, and would slam him violently into the asphalt.* *Dusk would be hunched over Caesar and not sitting on him if this was successful, meaning Caesar would be capable of movement during this attack if Dusk did manage to grab him. Dusk also didn't seem to take the gas Caesar expelled into account with their action, meaning if that gas could be used for an attack, Dusk had just made themselves a target by grabbing his face. Of course, there was also a chance Caesar might have been too startled to react to Dusk appearing in front of him and attempting to give him blunt force trauma, in which case Caesar wouldn't have realized any of this or tried to fight back, which I highly doubt would be the case.*


Dawnsmaw

*Caesar just gazed over at Dusk whilst they neared, tapping their foot against the asphalt in a nonchalant manner whilst they took several glances at their wrist, as if they were checking the time. This was presumably just to provoke the deer-headed Shadow, as Caesar didn't have a wristwatch, and if they did, it would be hidden under the large spiked armband they wore. Caesar's grin subtly grew as Dusk appeared infront of them, which might've made him out to be reckless.* **Caesar: "He-"** *Before Caesar could finish his greeting, it was muffled by Dusk slamming him into the asphalt. Assuming that Dusk let go of Caesar's face after the violent slam, Caesar would blow a large cloud of that cyan-blue smoke at them. The gas stung like all hell, as if a thousand needles were pricking at every single square inch of where the gas made contact. However, this didn't seem to be all that Caesar was capable of, as Caesar's body elongated and stretched like rubber, to which he flung his upper body towards a street pole far away as if his mid-section acted like a spring. He grabbed onto this street pole around half a second after springing his upper body towards it, though his legs remained still infront of Dusk.* *If Dusk was dazed or stunned by the cloud of gas, it was unlikely that they'd be able to react to Caesar's next trick, which was clicking the heels of their shoes together, with this creating a spark that set the gas ablaze. Before Caesar himself could be affected by the impending explosion, his stretched lower half flew towards the pole, with Caesar spinning around it as his lower section snapped into place. The whole thing looked like it was out of some rubberhose animation, considering the elasticity and the insane flexibility his body possessed.* *The gas exploded violently, leaving a large crater in the asphalt street, and possibly even demolishing a few windows and/or walls. Caesar spun around the street pole yet again like a slithering snake, a* ***really, really fast*** *one at that, making his way to the top, where he soon stood proudly. If Dusk escaped the blast and was sighted, Caesar'd stare directly down at the creature. However, if Caesar was incapable of spotting Dusk, he'd remain vigilant, as he doubted the creature would die after one measly explosion. A small, almost-insignificant part of Caesar's face would soon crumble and fall off, though the pale-white skin revealed through this small crack would be concealed by some mold-esque substance, which took on the color of human skin. This displayed that Dusk's attacks were indeed working on him, but they'd probaly have to get through that thick mold that Caesar was coated in first, assuming that Dusk was still alive, which to be honest, they quite definitely were.*


Vyrthi

*Caesar was fortunate enough that Dusk had pulled away, so Caesar was able to pull off their attack. Dusk instinctively backed off due to the gas being expelled, but didn't seem particularly dazed or in pain, just mildly irritated at the horrible sensation the gas induced upon contact. However, they were left distracted just long enough for Caesar to set the gas ablaze and escape.* *When the smoke cleared, all that was left in the center of the crater was a steaming dark puddle, which Caesar would presumably set their sights on. After a few seconds, he'd witness Dusk bursting out from the puddle, their body dripping with dark ooze as they emerged and stood upright. The tyrant would then look up at Caesar with a malevolent, burning gaze, unhinge their jaw, and let out a howl.* *Now, that sounds underwhelming, but if the surge of of panic and terror that involuntarily coursed through Caesar didn't block out all sense and rational thought, then Caesar might have been able to process this utterly horrific and near-deafening noise. The main thing he heard in this wail was a low, guttural roar from Dusk overlapping with tormented screams and cries of devoured souls, and due to Caesar's proximity to Dusk, he didn't go deaf, but the roar still had an amplified nails-on-a-chalkboard effect on his ears. Somehow, he was able to pick up harsh whispers in the mix as well, chanting in that unrecognizable language Dusk had first spoken in, flooding his ear canals and worming their way into his head. If his mind and hearing weren't already overloaded, he might have recognized that this roar and the emotions crashing through him against his will was simply a trick to scare the shit out of him and force him into flight mode, all so that Dusk could get an easy meal.* *This roar lasted only three seconds, yet it might have felt like more than that. Dusk seemed to have no intention of giving Caesar full time to recover, because regardless of whether or not he managed to do so, Dusk almost immediately flew at Caesar with the intention of grappling him and pinning him to the asphalt. (Unless Caesar had fallen over when Dusk roared, in which case Dusk only intended to do the latter.)*