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OPEN!
Nebula twisted the knob, opening the door to see that the bathroom would be filled with...
Prostitutes?
There were a dozen women, all scantily clothed and most of them flat-chested with the odd busty bimbo as they were shaken up by the sounds of rapid gunfire outside as most of them screamed when the door opened, expecting death behind the person who opened it...
Ir the police. It was a place of illegal business.
The bathroom smelled like sex and drugs as they would have been getting busy in the place with each other, as two of them could be seen... fornicating as the god opened the door.
"Kyaaa!~" The women screamed.
"Ahn~!" One of the prostitutes instead moaned as she was lost in a world of ecstasy.
"You guys, it's the feds!" Another of the hookers alerted her fellow thots, which stopped the lesbian intercourse from taking place.
Nebula was speechless as a trail of blood could be seen coming from his left nostril as he then realized it before snorting it back up.
"Uh... Oh-" He caught himself.
SNORT!
"Ahem. Gris, this is the thot, in her natural habitat." Nebula motioned as the assassin widened his eyes as his cheeks reddened for a bit before he would have shaken off the initial embarrassment of seeing the situation taking place.
"I am aware, believe me. But I must inquire, I presumed their habitat was the streets? And it smells obnoxiously pungent in here...!" He stated as he snorted back up his double nose bleed with fervor and slight nostril irritation as he looked at each one of the prostitutes, who looked at him with some offense.
"Not here. The streets cold, yo." AL opted. No wonder they all flocked into one establishment in the frigid country.
"Wait. Cops don't talk like that..." One of the other prostitutes picked up. "They're rival gang members!" She pointed with her elongated nail polished fingernail as the other prostitutes gasped.
"No, they're horny customers! Hey big boys, I'll take care of you real good~" Another blurted.
"Wouldn't they be dead? I think they're perverted spirits! Begone, horny hallows!" A green-haired flat one yelled with a mini charm she pulled out of her...
We'll skip that detail.
"No, you dumb bitches. They're obviously interns that need some breaking in if you catchy drift. Come closer, won't you?" Yet another prostitute battered her eyes at the trio.
"I can't tell if they're pulling at straws or actually daft." AL contemplated as looked at them, looking past the R-18 scenes that took place because he was not currently horny.
Last time he was, it was how he almost got-
"Author, I will come up there." AL monotoned.
Duly noted.
"Anyway, we're not any of those things. What are you whores doing here, anyway? Besides fucking and hiding. I'd assume that's the usual for you monetary cumsluts." Gris asked as he had returned to his serious composure.
"So you ARE the police!" Another hooker was accused in an accusing tone. Gris twitched an eyebrow as AL sighed.
"No, we're not twelve." Nebula deadpanned. They were technically working with them though.
"Then you're the tax collectors! Vinnie told me they wouldn't come until tomorrow!" The same woman guessed once more.
"Vinnie is-" AL was stopped by an arm of the assassin.
"Don't encourage them to open the hen houses they call mouths." Growled the hired killer.
Gris took a deep breath as the stupidity of the floozies to keep guessing instead of letting them explain themselves was getting to him.
"Do I look like a tax collector to you, lady!" Gris shouted, causing them to reel back in shock at the spike of volume from his voice.
"... If you're collecting blood money, then you kind of fit the bill." She unintentionally punned the assassin, which got Nebula to snort.
"Heh. Nice." Nebula complimented, which got the hooker to wink at him.
"DON'T ENTERTAIN THEIR TOMFOOLERY!" Gris scolded him.
"Our names aren't Tom, you jackass." Another garden tool clarified to Gris in a matter-of-fact tone.
Gris now had a vein on his head as he would be reaching his limit with these women. One more stupid comment, and he would go off the rails, the whole block knowing their position if they didn't know already from the rapid gunfire.
AL saw the lid about to come off of Gris and tried to avoid being near the bubbling bombshell as he began shushing the ladies.
"Alright ladies, can we please settle down? Your talking has disgruntled our friend with many problems." AL alluded as he looked at them. "And we don't need to add another one because you all can't shut up." He said bluntly.
"Hey, that's sexist! I am a proud feminist and I-"
Gris broke.
"THAT'S IT!" The assassin yelled, cutting the woman off.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THE UTTER RETARDATION THAT I HAVE HAD TO LISTEN TO! FIRST OFF, YOU CAN'T BE A BRAINDEAD, FEMINIST AND A HOOKER! PICK A FUCKING DISABILITY. SECONDLY, EVER SINCE THIS ASSHAT OPENED THE DOOR, I'VE HEARD NOTHING BUT NONSTOP SMOOTH-BRAINED NONSENSE, SO DO ME A FAVOR AND SHUT THE FUCK UP SINCE EVERYONE IN THIS DAMN BATHROOM HAS THE COLLECTIVE IQ OF 9! THIRDLY, I WANT ALL OF YOU HARLOTS TO GET ON UP THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND BACK ONTO THE STREETS WHERE YOU BELONG IN 10 SECONDS BEFORE I DEMONSTRATE SOME FUCKING GENDER EQUALITY! AND BY THAT, I MEAN KILLING THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU WITH THIS! "
CRACKLE!
BZZT!
ゴゴゴゴ!!!
Hollered the raging assassin as he opened his hand and generated some white electricity in his palm that crackled.
The women were now undeniably frightened stiff when Gris snapped, but downright shrieked when they saw the ball of glowing electricity.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
FLEE!!
Was the collective sound of the women as they scrambled, quickly grabbing their clothes, fearing for their lives they ran out of the bathroom, put on their coats, and ran outside.
Gris calmed down as he sighed, deactivating the orb as he put down his hand.
"Gris the G.O.A.T." Nebula said.
"Hm?" The assassin would turn around.
"I always knew you were a murderer, but I didn't know you were a fellow thotslayer. The godly peer admitted as he nodded in respect.
"Please. I can't be insane and a cuck. I've fucked enough women to differentiate, and those types usually think and fuck with the same body part." Gris explained as AL questioned the comparison.
"Which is?" The fire user rose his brow.
"Their assholes." The hitman clarified.
"Ew. Accurate, but disgusting." AL grimly nodded.
"But you're not a virgin? Woah, okay. With that shoujo look and indifference to women, I thought you were, or worse, an angry incel." AL admitted, moving on.
"And I thought what Nebula said at the café confirmed your virgin ways." He continued.
"Oh, please. I promise you, sexual experience and let alone contact with the opposite gender is not something you should be worried about." Waved off the hired killer.
"Girls dig the shoujo look. It's made for them, hence the manga and anime serialization category." Nebula explained.
"How many times will you bring that stupid nickname up? Let it die already, fuck sake." Snarled the silver-haired martial artist
"Wait. How many women have you screwed?" The pyro warrior questioned.
"Oh. One." Gris told the dark-skinned comrade, a confident smirk.
"Really. What a letdown-"
"Thousand." Gris finished.
"Excusé moi?" AL's jaw dropped.
"I said what I said. It's up to you to acknowledge the facts." The assassin cooly shrugged.
"How do I know you're not lying?" The pyro warrior questioned.
"How do I know you don't have s-"
"S H U T." AL seethed, as a satisfied Gris nodded.
He begrudgingly decided that the assassin was telling the truth.
"Damnit, he's a master key," AL grumbled.
"Now that's been revealed, let's move on. We got four more floors." Nebula said, hiding pride for his fellow CPU.
"Finally. The plot thickens." Gris referenced as they walked out of the bathroom and then up the stairs.
"And I didn't say I wasn't a virgin, because a voice in the back of my head was telling me that Nebula would have spit all of his cocoa on me despite the amusement I'd gain and I'd have to change."The assassin stated.
"Fair point, because it's probably true." AL guessed as it did sound like something the adventurer would do as they walked up.
"Oh, shut up you two." Nebula rolled his eyes. "But anyway, you guys wonder how this place even exists in a place like Lowee?" The blue CPU asked.
"Hm." AL hummed.
"Probably because it's the place that most people least expect the red light district to thrive in, that it flourishes in cruel irony." Gris gave a plausible answer.
"... Dark, but fair." Nebula nodded his head awkwardly.
"But what about all those guns they had? And I've never seen those ones in Lowee..." AL brought up.
"Probably smuggled from the black market. The only reason I can think of them being so old is being preference, since wooden stocks once sealed basically don't suffer from winter conditions or they're broke and are trying to be cost-effective because all the cool futuristic guns are a hefty cost." Gris closed his eyes in speculation.
"Well, it's only obvious the assassin who uses guns knows a thing or two about them. Gun nut, aren't we?" Nebula raised a brow.
"Surreal memer, aren't we?" Gris opened his eyes in annoyance.
"Dang right I am." Nebula smiled in contentment.
They then walked up the rest of the stairs to the next floor.
ICE BARRAGE!
When they had reached the first floor they were greeted by a barrage of ice spells.
"Move!" Nebula yelled as the trio scattered, right before a giant ice spike hit the spot that would have frozen them solid if they stayed.
The trio went further into the room and found themselves what would have been a giant ice rink.
The walls were ice blue as there was a giant ice rink in the center of the room with some smaller ice rinks for less experienced ice skaters, with the ice mages on each of the rinks as well as some floor areas that they were on.
SLIDE!
AL slid onto the ice rink by accident and was now sliding on the ice, rapidly moving his legs in surprise as he moved.
"Oh shit!" AL yelled as he lost all traction for a second as he slid on the ice, passing by a bandit mage.
BOOST!!!
MELT!
He then used his foot and boosted back with it as the fire melted the ice underneath it.
He did so to approach a nearby mage as he then used a move in tandem.
"Right back at 'cha! Scorching Schneider! "
STOMP!
JUMP!
ICE BOLT-!
KICK!!!
The fire user yelled as he stomped his other foot on the ice, moving into the air, narrowly missing another ice bolt before kicking the battlemage with his flames, sending them to the window.
CRACK!..
"WAUGH!" The mage cried out as she was kicked into a window that cracked.
TWIST!
ENGULF!
ICE BLAST!
AL then turned around to manifest his flame armor just in time to tank an ice blast.
SIZZLE!
But the attack evaporated as soon as it hit AL in a pathetic cloud of mist. Must have been a huge blow to the morale of that mage.
CHUCK!
ABLAZE!
AL retaliated by throwing a fireball of his own at the mage, which caused him to be knocked to the ground, engulfed in flames.
"AHH!"
SPLASH!
"Ah.." He sighed.
He was lucky enough to melt the ice he was standing on and out himself.
CLOCK!
"OOF!"
But then receive a sliding hook from Nebula as he was using the gravity to float slightly above the ice, not to touch it and the mage had popped right into his hitbox.
BOOST!
REPULSE!
REPULSE!
REPULSE!
THUD!
CRASH!
CRACK!
He then used his Repulsion to blast some bandit mages into the walls and windows as AL blasted away to fight some other mages.
ICE BOLT!
HALT...!
RETURN!
Nebula then used his Baro Barrier as he saw an ice bolt head towards him. He took the attack, stopping its movement before increasing the Repulsion on his barrier to send it back to the mage.
FROZEN!
The bandit mage was caught off guard as she was frozen stiff from her attack as she had a surprised look on her face as she stood there.
ICE SPELL!
DODGE!
ATTRACTION!
Nebula used Attraction to pull enemies towards him with his hand as he clenched his fist in their direction after dodging their spells, yanking them towards him as he cocked his arm back, before decking them just as they were near enough, using the opposing force of his fist and his Attraction to knock them unconscious with double the damage from two opposing forces.
LEFT HOOK!!!
CRASH!
One mage was flung into a wall.
ICICLE!
WEAVE!
ATTRACTION!
UPPERCUT!!!
SMASH!
Another mage was hit into the ceiling, their head sticking through the roof, just before reaching the foundation for the next floor.
ICE BOLT!
MISS!
ATTRACTION!
STRAIGHT!!!
KICK!!!
"UAGH!"
And one was knocked right towards Gris, who was more than happy to flying kick them in the spine.
SHATTER!!!
LAND!
The unconscious body was kicked through the window as they fell one storey and landed in the snow, onto of a dead body, surprisingly not being dead themselves.
VANISH!
ICE BOLT!
PHASE!
ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
VANISH!
ICE SPIKE!
PHASE!
ELBOW!
VANISH!
ICE SPELL!
PHASE!
CHOP!
SHATTER!
SHATTER!
SHATTER!
Gris slid on the ice as he used his speed aura became an untraceable target. He vanished and phased as he delivered fearsome blows to the mages, making them fly through windows like message bricks as he worked efficiently.
VANISH!!!
REAPPEAR!!!
SMASH!!!
CHARGE!!!
GRAB!!!
ELECTROCUTE!!!
Gris then disappeared again as he soom reappeared by a small ice rink, smashing the ground with his enhanced fist before throwing an electrical orb within and pulling a nearby mage into the water, electrocuting her without remorse, all within a second.
"DBSOAPETLFSLWBEOD!" The mage gurgle before being dispatched.
"Talk about a ladykiller!" AL yelled in irony.
GRAB!
THROW!
FREEZE!
"Crud!-"
SLAM!
The assassin then threw the body to a window to be disposed of, until it was grabbed by AL, and used as a counter to an ice spell, effectively crashing into the bandit mage who cast it as a frozen ally.
SMOKESCREEN!
ICE BOLT!
The two were taken out of the battle as AL knocked out the last mage with one of his moves. He blew a smokescreen into their view, right before they fired their spell, making them blind from the smoke.
"A smokescreen?!" The mage yelled, surprised.
"Overheated Assault!"
STREAK!
FLARE!
FLARE!
FLARE!
FLARE!
FLARE!
SPLASH!...
AL immediately used his Overheated Assault, which effectively knocked out the mage as they were thrown into the water from the attack, knocking them out and keeping them alive, somewhat.
And the room was cleared relatively easily. It almost seemed as if the theme posed little to no difficulty for our Gary Stus-
"That's all of them."
DISPERSE!!!
AURA!...
LAND!
Nebula scanned around as he floated to the stairwell that was at the opposite side of the room as they moved on as AL deactivated his armor, Gris turned off his aura, and Nebula descended back to the floor.
The trio then climbed up to the second floor,and was met with something...
Funky. Maybe on a Friday night, may not.
DUB!
WUB!
DUB! DUB! WUBWUBWUB!
The walls were colored dark yellow, as it was one big party stage. The floor had all types of different colors flashing as bopping rave music played on the bombastic two meter tall speakers that were to the front and the back of the room.
Strobe and concert lights were present on the ceiling as there were bandit goons, but instead of wearing their normal clothes, they were wearing dark streetwear, as they danced to the beat.
There was also a DJ in the right by the corner, who had the parka on, except his version was a black with a green wolf insignia on the back as he sat on his chair, mixing the beats. Smoke machines were apparent as well as they went off before stopping for a short time before going again.
"You have got to be kidding me." Gris deadpanned as he realized what this was.
It was a battle disco.
"I'm afraid not, boys!"
SCRATCH!
The DJ recognized their appearance as he mixed the holographic scratch board, stopping the track.
"The boss left us a mission! To halt your progress and stop you with precision! Best you turn back and know your place or it's gonna get ugly like your grandma's face!" The DJ would rap as he scratched the board as he rapped.
"Leave my grandma out of this, man!" Nebula shouted in offense. "She's dead and in ashes, have some respeck!" He shook his fist.
"Trash!" AL yelled at the DJ.
"Go get a real job!" Gris yelled in a mocking tone.
"Dont be hatin' because your style is wack, cuz' I'm gonna have to make your three face fax. I guess for the trio, it's the hard way! For your loose mouth tendencies, you gotta pay! Welcome to Club Calamity where you're gonna get hazed now listen to the track and prepare to get dazed!" The DJ finished scratching and rapping before spinning the board, resetting the track as he picked a song to begin the battle.
"Club Calamity? Now, this just sounds like a name for a JPRG filler bar, oh wait-" Nebula was cut off.
The track began as a popular hit in Gamindustri as the dancers approached the trio to the beat of the song. It started up as the dancers would move in synchronization.
"So are we all gonna dance or what-"
"Count me out." Gris spat. "I'm not going to waste my time on people who are more than likely going to breakdance than break my bones. It would just be a waste of energy." He stated his reason.
"Oh come on. We have to beat them to get to the next floor. What do you say, Neb?" AL asked.
"Sit this one out, AL. I feel my dancing. You're getting rusty, so let me deal with this." The CPU grinned.
"... Y'know what, whatever. Break a leg, bro." The friend bid good luck.
"You mean the stanky leg? Sure." Nebula referenced.
STEP!
ドドドド!!!
Nebula stepped forward as he went up to confront one of the dancers.
TWIRL!
PUNCH!
TWIRL!
SWEEP KICK!
HOP!
He crisscrossed his legs before twirling and going for a punch that was graceful as the dancer twirled aa well from the fist into a stopping sweep kick that Nebula hoped to avoid.
KICK!
PUSH!
BACKFLIP!
SPLIT!
Nebula then tried to kick the dancer, but they pushed their hand to get out the way as he missed the kick. They then got up and did a backflip into a split before standing back up, getting cheers from their fellow dancers.
"Woo!"
"Yeah!"
"That's what I'm talking about!"
"It's lit!" One of them cheered in an auto tune voice.
HIP HOP AIRHORNS!
"Even if its a waste of time, this is actually pretty entertaining." Gris admitted as seeing Nebula being made a fool of lifted his spirits a bit.
"This music isn't half bad!" AL complimented as he bopped his head. "Is this that new Parappa Da Rappa?" AL asked the DJ.
"Bet your ass it is, dawg!" The DJ responded as the smoke machine wemt off again.
LEAP!-
JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB!!!
BREAKDANCE!!!
"Stay still!" Nebula yelled as he went for a punch after leaping towards the dancer, but they just breakdances, dodging his punches as he grabbed thin air to their dancing skills.
KICK!
SLIDE!
The dancer used the opportunity to kick at the god, with him cross guarding at the last second as he slid back on the dance floor.
"Look at them legs, girl!"
"Such style!"
"Amazing!"
Nebula put down his arms as he would try a different tactic, other than basic attacks. He used gravity the next time he attacked to attract the dancer towards him.
AXEL KICK!
SLI-
He then somersaulted into an axel kick, which the dancer went to slide out of as they moved their body accordingly.
ATTRACT!
GRAVITATE!!!
CONNECT!
But then the dancer felt their body being pulled back towards him as her face was soon yanked into Nebula's foot which hit her square on the forehead as she was sent onto the floor.
The dancer was knocked to the ground as she was knocked out cold by the powerful kick.
SPLIT!
MEME DANCE!
Nebula after he had landed the knockout landed in a split before hitting the Default Dance.
The music would stop as the DJ would change the then as the fellow dancers would become angry at Nebula.
"Hey, what the heck!"
"He cheated!"
"That dance move wasn't even that good!"
"Boo!"
"Go boo yourselves. If you can't move your body then leave the party!" Nebula said as he twirled on a single foot before stopping himself as he put the other foot down and pointed at the dancers.
"Who's next!" He taunted/pointed as he pointed dramatically.
HIP HOP AIRHORNS!
"He's certainly enjoying himself," Gris noted as the beat changed to a more serious upbeat anime outro remix.
"You should have seen him at house parties. He'd be the reason the police was called if you got him on any type of rhythm game like Move Move Evolution." AL recalled.
"MME fever? I'll have to see that for myself." The hitman smirked as they continued to watch the spectacle.
"Show 'em what you got, folks!"
WUB WUB DUB DUB WUB DUB DUB WUB!
The DJ hyped up as he mixed the scratchboard before starting the track.
"And I'm enjoying these tracks! I feel almost bad that this guy's going to jail when we're through with this place!" AL let out as he started to dance on the spot as he would be feeling the funky flow. The DJ raised a brow as he hears the word jail.
"Let's get him, guys!'' The leftmost dancer directed after dragging their friend to a safe place.
They began to dance as they approached the CPU on stage.
DANCE!
DANCE!
DANCE!
DANCE!
Nebula, being the memer that he was, happened to have good taste to know the song and starting dancing as well. He was grooving as well as the remaining 5 dancers were dancing in a circle as they circled around the dance floor.
TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP!
KICK!!!
The first dancer went forward as they proceeded to emulate some tap dancing, with every 15 taps a fast kick would come rushing at Nebula.
BLOCK!
TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP!
Nebula blocked the kick with his forearm as he continued to groove.
SWEEP KICK!
JUMP!
The god jumped and raised his left foot before tapping it with his right foot, dodging the attack as his feet rested back on the ground.
TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP!
The dancer sneered as he tapped his feet 60 times as he phisped his next attack.
"Ca-"
TAP!
"Tap-"
TAP!
KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK!
"Strophe!" The dancer yelled in between taps before kicking at Nebula many times, his feet seeming like blurs.
BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK!BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK! BLOCK!
The blue CPU grinnee as he blocked and deflect the kicks as they came.
ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!-
The dancer realized that his kicks were not going through so he switched for all or nothing with one final roundhouse...
GRAB!
"Talk to the hand!~"
REPULSION!
Only for it to be grabbed as Nebula stuck out his hand and blasted him with Repulsion as he sang.
CRASH!
HIP HOP AIRHORNS!
The dancer was quickly repulsed into a railing as he was knocked out as the pole bent.
"They beat Tappin' Tommy!" A dancer cried out in shock.
"Time to get serious!"
BREAKDANCE!
Another asserted as a man and a woman approached Nebula as the male performed a hanglide breakdance before getting back up, as a way of intimidation.
STYLISH!
"Let the show go on!" Nebula said as a 'STYLISH!' appeared above his head after he got up.
"Hey, it came back!" Nebula smiled in familiarity.
"That's new." Gris nodded as AL shook his head as he twisted on a heel, vibing to the music.
"It's not." AL clarified as he stopped dancing and looked at who Nebula was dancing next.
The track changed as it became some funky video game retro as the DJ made another comment.
"Time for a retro track!" The DJ announced as he started the song.
The dancing duo would do the robot, moving in sync as they moved to the beat of the song.
They even switch positions in their robotic fashion as the beat diversified into distortion, which would make for some cool moves.
But then the fight commenced as every time they stopped moving, the both of them louted out, causing Nebula to quickly weave as they struck.
JAB! STRAIGHT!
WEAVE! DODGE!
"Whoa there!" Nebula yelped as he dodged, barely.
CHOP! CLOTHESLINE!
SIDESTEP! DUCK!
"Whoa, now!"
KICK! SNAP KICK!
JUMP! CROUCH!
"Hey!" Nebula sang, getting back into the grove.
SIDE KICK! SWEEPKICK!
PHASE! HOP!
"Hey now!~" Nebula sang vibrantly, vibing with the music once more as he was now getting used to the pattern.
HOOK..! JAB..! HIGH KICK..! SWEEPKICK! AXEL KICK..! KICK..! ELBOW..! CHOP..! SPIN KICK...! SIDE KICK!
But that wouldn't last for long as the duo changed up their game plan as they attacked robotically, attacking then pausing for a brief moment before continuing instead of dancing before attacking.
BLOCK!- BLOCK!- BLOCK! JUMP! BLOCK..! REDIRECT!..GUARD...! DEFLECT! JUMP...! KNEE..!!!
Nebula had almost been caught off guard the first times but adapted as he blocked and soon redirected and dodged the moves with his metal madness.
He challenged the last attack, throwing off the male dancer as Nebula rushed in the same style he was going.
SIDE KICK...!
"Oof!" The male dancer held his stomach.
He went for a powerful side kick, winding the fellow as he would be taken out of the fight for a bit.
KICK..! PUNCH..! CHOP..! HOOK..! UPPERCUT..! SLEDGEHAMMER..! ROUNDHOUSE..! STRAIGHT..! PALM..! HIGH KICK..!
DODGE..! PUNCH..! WEAVE..! HOOK..! BACKSTEP..! SIDESTEP..! DUCK..! STRAIGHT..! HIGH FIVE..! STEP ASIDE..!
The female dancer however increased the intensity even more as the short pauses became even shorter to try and throw off Nebula. But he was in too deep to be thrown off now.
GRAB!
"Ah!" She gasped.
SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN!!!
Nebula stepped aside and grabbed the leg of the female dancer before starting to spin her around like a hammer throw.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" The dancer girl shrieked as she was swung right into the male dancer who had just managed to recover from that gut blow.
"Ugh. Huh?"
CRASH!
"Wilhelm scream.mp3"
PILE!
The male dancer squinted at his friend being flung right at him as the two of them were pushed into the other two unconscious dancers, making a small pile.
"That's the spot!" Nebula yelled as he then spin in one foot rapidly after they piled, then fell into a windmill, before moving to a headspin and bouncing off of his head into a freeze with his hands on the ground and his feet in the air as he leaned to the side.
"Bitchin'!" Nebula cheered for himself as he stopped his freeze and performed a single earthworm back to his standing position.
HIP HOP AIRHORNS!
"Damn..." AL, even Gris albeit under his breath, would comment as they say how Nebula had flexed on his opponents. The sole dancer wasn't a very intimidating one, but they knew since she went last, that meant he was hiding something.
"You defeated all the others. Guess I'm the only one left." She noted, walking to Nebula. "You got some good moves, stud." She complimented.
"Thanks. But show me 'ya moves!" Nebula cut to the chase as she closed her eyes.
"Let's not waste any more time." The woman said as she turned to the DJ.
"DJ, stop the beat!"
SCRATCH!
"Play that track." She motioned as she moonwalked back, her hands in her pocket as her eyes locked with Nebula's.
MOONWALK!
"You got it, miss." The DJ nodded as he fiddled around with the equipment before mixing and starting the track as some more hip hop air horns would play.
"The dance of destiny bragging rights begins!" The DJ announced.
HIP HOP AIRHORNS!
The track changed to a video game trap remix as the girl would go first. She opened her eyes after the track started before she would gesture the 'come hither' motion.
STRIDE!
STRIDE!
STRIDE!
STRIDE!
Nebula obliged as he took long diagonal strides with the exaggerated swagger of a black teen as he approached.
Nebula then proceeded to circle around the girl as he did many stoop kicks, to make an intimidating air as she danced in the spot.
She then kicked towards her back, narrowly missing Nebula as he had actually gotten a small scratch on his face as she high kicked instead.
KICK!
GRAZE!
Nebula instinctively slid back after he was damaged.
DASH!
SWEEP!
KNEE LOCK!
SWEEP!
DOUBLE SWEEP!
THUD!
HANDSTAND!
PUSH!
He then approached her again, with instead going for a sweep into a knee lock, dodging the original sweep kick the girll had in mind, but was caught by a second sweep which knocked his arm off the ground as she went into a handstand and pushed off the ground, barely missing a stomp into right where Nebula was, if he hadn't rolled.
"Yikes!" Nebula dodged, yelping in surprise.
STOMP!!!
GLITCH!
HOP!
HOP!
HOP!
DROP!
KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK!
WEAVE! WEAVE! WEAVE! WEAVE! WEAVE! WEAVE! WEAVE!
She stomped so hard that the glowing squares would glitch out for a bit as Nebula got back up as he then hopped from side to side approaching her, and dropped to try some footwork as he fell and used his arms to support himself as he threw rapid kicks, but the female dancer slithered side to side, dodging all of his kicks.
CLUTCH!
CLUTCH!
KICK-OFF!
TWIST!
The female dancer grabbed Nebula's feet before kicking off the dance floor and dropping him right at the beat drop.
"Oop-!"
SLAM!
The others stood emotionless as they saw Nebula take a rather disgraceful slam as he was most likely fine from that. His vibe wasn't, however.
TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP!
DROP!
SWEEP KICK!
The girl then let go of his foot before tap dancing and falling to the ground with a sweep, kicking Nebula away.
"Ack!"
SKID!
Nebula guttered as he was kicked across the dance floor and to the other two warriors who stood outside on a lower level.
"Took a nasty fall, didn't you Nebula?" Gris mocked as Nebula would get up and would shake himself up.
"At least I can dance." Nebula shot back as Gris crossed his arms and turn his head.
"Like I would look like such a fool in front of others. Being felled by a normal woman with no powers, no less." He retorted as AL turned to him.
"Still can't dance." He poked.
"So? I'm not the one making a fool of myself up there." Gris reminded as he looked towards Nebula's opponent. The girl would breakdance on the spot before mimicking the point that Nebula made to her friends.
"That girl seems like she's toying with you, just like how you're toying with her. I would raise the stakes if I were you." Gris advised offhandedly.
"Well if it's from someone like you then I guess I can stop having fun. Ah, the good times are gonna end.'' Nebula said as he walked back to the center of the dance floor with the same exaggerated swagger as he then decided to get serious.
"You've been playing me for a fool, haven't you?" Nebula raised a brow.
''I have no idea what you're talking about?" The female dancer tried to sound innocent, but her expression that looked as it was holding in a laugh said it all.
"Well, I got some news for you, cutie patootie. So have I."
PHASE!
Nebula revealed right before he phaseed.
REAPPEAR!
"?!" The girl became surprised at his sudden speed.
BREAKDANCE!
KICK!
PHASE!
He was doing the shuffle as he stood beside her.
BREAKDANCE!
KICK!
PHASE!
She tried to hit him again, only for him to disappear once more.
REAPPEAR!
Nebula was now doing the Macarena, with a trolling look in his eyes as he stared at the girl.
''Having fun? I'm not moving too fast, am I?"
KICK!
PHASE!
REAPPEAR!
Nebula said with a shrug as he waited for her to attack again, which of course she would, only to hit thin air.
"Howdy." Nebula greeted as he was now doing the Running Man, as he got on the girl's nerves as she couldn't touch him anymore, after just making a fool of him a few seconds ago.
"Stay still!" She grunted.
STRIKE!
PHASE!
REAPPEAR!
"Mad because you're not love tapping me? Didn't know I was that special to you." Nebula asked with a wiggle of his brows as he jumped in the air and stepped on the ground with his toes before switching to the opposite side mid air as the girl yelled at him.
"Just shut up!" She said with some red on her face. Damn troll.
"Well, as I said-"
BURST!
The CPU lead on as he flared his KI, the room turning orange as he was enveloped in his aura.
"If you can't move your body-"
FOOTWORK!
KICK!-
VANISH!
REAPPEAR!
Nebula started as the danger girl growled as she tried to hit him with a stylish footwork kick.
"Then LEAVE THE PARTY!"
TRIP!
"Uwah!" The girl shouted in shock as she fell back.
GRAB!
Nebula finished as he tripped the girl with a sweep kick before grabbing her from the back and looking her dead in the eyes.
'I couldn't even see him move...!' She said as she just suddenly fell to her point of view.
She was then be grabbed and saved from falling as Nebula grabbed and looked her in the eyes.
"Agh! Huh, what?! When did you..." She asked question after question, but he only looked deep into her eyes, making her lose train of thought as she became lost in the pseudo protagonist's gaze.
She even started to close her eyes, and set herself up for a kiss like this was some reality TV show with no direction.
Almost like this fanfic-
"You lost. I won.''
CHOP!
"!..."
SLOUCH!
THUD!
HIP HOP AIRHORNS!
He noted softly, leaning in to her as her eyes closed completely as her lips were coming towards him, before he pulled her back up, only to chop her on thr back of her neck, making her go unconscious as her eyes widened.
"And that's all, folks!"
SHATTER!
GRAB!
FALL!
The DJ said as he then took an emergency hammer before shattering the glass behind him and grabbing all of the dancers before falling out of the window.
"What the fuck?!" AL reeled in shock as he sae the DJ basically saw suicide.
"That was unexpected," Gris commented as he walked to the broken window. His eyes darted as he saw that no one was there.
"He's gone!" The fire user relayed as he would see footsteps that led back out of the space the bar and casino were located.
"There's a saying for things like that, Gris. 'Unless specifically stated otherwise, everything is normal in Gamindustri.' " Nebula reminded with a finger pointed up.
"Fair point. Logic died some time ago." AL remembered as he walked to the stairwell of the second floor.
The sound of music could still be heard as Gris looked at the broken window one last time before following the duo as they climbed up the stairs again and ascended to the third floor.
"I wonder what we'll see next when we get to the fourth floor?" Gris said as he looked ahead.
"Maybe we'll have to play cards or participate in a shot drinking game. I wouldn't be surprised if we literally had to play some Lowee themed video game to advance." Nebula speculated.
"Only one way to find out. AL told the others as they emerged to the second to last floor.
This time, the walls were deep orange as the room was more like a game room than anything else.
There was be a big 75-inch flat-screen television, that was hooked up to the back of the wall with the Loweean console simply known as the LoWii would be hooked up to the TV.
The room also had bean cushions that were placed around the television, being purple, black, green, and white with the lattermost having someone sitting in the chair, as there were 4 active controllers.
There was also a small single twin bed in the corner as there appeared to be some clothes that were scattered on the bed and floor. The room would be well lit as there was a single game that was on the television.
Maryo Kart.
"So you hid up here this whole time?" Gris asked menacingly as he walked and looked to see who he had to beat to a bloody pulp.
"?!"
But he was shocked once again when it was a little boy. He had hazel brown spiky hair that went up and wore a white puffer jacket. He also had on some orange goggles that were where his hairline would have been, maybe because it wasn't up to par.
Who knows?
He was fitted in some grey jeans with some white and brown snow boots as he was selecting a difficulty via the CC. He was so intrigued with the game that he only now noticed that others had gone into his room.
"Huh?" The kid that looked no older than 12 turned to look at the strangers who would be in his room with a saddened gaze. His eyes were coffee brown as they looked at the three. He then saw the blood on Gris as he would be frightened and surprised.
"GAH!" The boy fell off of his beanbag in fear as he scrambled to the corner of the room.
"Please don't hurt me!" He begged as he shielded himself with his arms as he shivered.
"...This kid is pathetic." Gris observed as he looked at the shivering boy.
"He doesn't look like an enemy to me." AL cupped his chin as he sensed the child in the corner, tears forming from the fright he was experiencing. His power was below the goons, so it was safe to assume he was a regular child, but...
It also seemed as if he was hiding something within.
"Looks can be deceiving." Gris opted, as he too sensed something within him.
"Someone who runs in a corner and cries can't know their ass from their elbow in fighting. And he doesn't feel evil from what I'm sensing with my KI." Nebula added his queries as he looked at the child.
...
"Well if he isn't going to fight, then can we at least shut him up. His crying is pissing me off." Gris gained a scowl as he looked for the entrance to the next floor. But appeared to be no visible way to get up there.
Nebula then walked towards the child, who curled into a ball when he saw that the god was coming closer to him.
"No...!" The child denied as he tried to get as far away from the strangers as possible, the soundtrack of Maryo Kart really clashing against the mood of the situation.
Nebula had a hard time approaching the child as he retreated whenever he advanced.
He then decided to let AL help Gris find a way to the final floor while he tried to find out what was wrong with the boy, as it may also benefit them in the process.
Or at the very least, stop his incessant breakdown.
"Hey, kid." Nebula greeted as he stood there.
"...Don't hurt me..." He told the CPU, sniffling a bit as he wiped his eyes.
"Well, I'm not gonna." The god clarified as he would focus on the words the child would say.
"You're lying!" He snapped as he continued to cry. "They all lie to me! They say they won't hurt me, but I keep ending up hurt!" He explained as he sobbed.
"Who lied to you?" The god raised a brow he awaited a response.
"All of those people down there. The tough guys, the weird ladies, the mages, and the dancers... They beat me up and the women do weird things to me that I don't like." He explained.
"They... Do what?" Nebula reeled as AL turned around when the kid had mentioned 'weird things'.
"They touch me in weird places and say really creepy things to me like 'Puberty's the best time to pick 'em'." He cringed.
"The guys down below beat me up for no reason when I'm minding my own business, even when I didn't do anything to them and they smell like alcohol." Described the child as he teared up.
"The dancers make fun of my clothes and spin me around, making me queasy as they shout and post me on the InterNep for views." Sniffled the kid, remembering the fame they got for making him suffer for internet clout.
"And the ice mages use me as target practice, freezing me over and over again and only stop when I can't even move anymore, like some disposable dummy...!" He broke down before he started to cry again.
"Uh... Wow... Talk about childhood trauma..." Nebula responded, realizing that this place was more sinister than it seemed. He was exploited for views?!
Heresy.
"And how long have you been here for?" Nebula asked the child.
"As long as I can remember. My parents... I never knew them, and my uncle won't budge whenever I ask him, he only laughs at me before telling me to shut up... Big jerk." The boy continued as AL turned to him.
"Who is your uncle?" Nebula questioned as he stayed his distance, giving the boy the space he needed as he regained his composure.
"He's the man... The man up there...!" The boy pointed upwards as he implied that the bandit boss was his uncle.
"Wait... You're his nephew? " Gris took in, as he too would stop looking once that bombshell was dropped.
"Mhm... A-And he's the worst out of all of them. He always gets me things... Before he breaks them in front of m-me after I play with them for a bit... He even bought me a dog once... I named him... Danny..." He started.
"Danny was... He was the only friend I had in this place... He growled at anyone who tried to hurt me, and always followed me around like a good boy." A smile crept onto the child's face.
"He was a good dog. But he was clumsy, and got beat up a lot for it, just like me..." The child relayed his dog's backstory, comparing it to himself with some ability to relate between them.
"And where is Danny now?" AL asked.
"..." The child became silent.
"Please don't tell me Danny went the same way he did in the show." Nebula pleaded.
He clenched his fists as he held back a sob.
"Oh no." The CPU put his head down, his face becoming down.
Gris suddenly felt a pang of sympathy, and wondered where the puppy he saved was.
His sympathy then became actual intrigue as he wondered what actually happened to the dog.
"And just because he accidentally knocked over uncle's coffee mug by accident, h-he Sniff... H-HE...! Sob! " The boy became stuck on the result as he was thinking back to the bad memory.
"What did he do?" Nebula asked as he took a step forward. He then crouched down to meet the boy's level as he struggled to tell him.
"H-He...! HE PUT HIM IN A FURNACE!'' The boy yelled before bursting into tears as he lay on the floor, looking under his bed to see the dog bowl with the name Danny on the front, which only worsened his state of being.
"UWAAAAAAH!" Tears rained as the child couldn't take it anymore.
"He got burnt for that? What an asshole." AL shook his head as he stood there. Animal cruelty was never the answer.
Gris then looked away as he didn't want to think too much about the boy's story, as he too had a very faint soft spot for dogs, and looked around for a way up, lest he punches a hole in the kid's room and make one himself out of anger.
"Tch." The assassin said as he moved somewhere else in the room as he looked.
"And you miss him now, huh?" Nebula asked as the boy nodded as he cried.
"Is there anything else that you like?" The CPU asked the boy as he eased up on the crying a bit. He shakily pointed to the TV as he started calming down at the sight of it.
It might rot your brain, but it eased the pain.
Wow, that's dark-
"M-Maryo Kart." He motioned as the upbeat music would still be playing.
"Maryo Kart, eh?..." Nebula sniggered as he looked at the screen. "I like some racing games every now and then. Wanna go a few laps?" The adventurer asked as he outstretched his hand.
The child looked at him as he would slowly outstretched his hand. He stopped midway as he would ask something of Nebula.
"H-How do I know you won't lie to me like the rest of them..?" He asked after he wiped his puffy eyes with his other hand, beginning to retract it.
"Because," Nebula paused as he looked to Maryo Kart, then back to the boy. "As a child, trauma victim, and a fellow gamer, I cannot leave you to suffer alone. Now let's play some games, kiddo." The CPU justified as he waited for a response.
...
...
...
GRAB!
The boy grabbed his hand as he was pulled up.
"Naisu. Now, what's your name, squirt?" Nebula asked for a name.
"I-It's D-Domio. Domio Gefrierschrank." Domio told Nebula as he nodded, sniffling a bit.
"OK, Domio. We're gonna cheer you up. Now sit on the bean bag. AL, you come to play too." Nebula invited.
"Alright... You sure we have the time, though?" AL obliged as he sat down on the purple beanbag.
"Yeah. The building's only 5 floors high, and we have him cornered. I can sense him up there, so no sweat. On the contrary, we can lure him if we play some games here." Explained the CPU.
"I guess that could work." The dark-skinned warrior mused as he picked up a controller.
Nebula plopped down on the green beanbag, as Domio sat on the white one.
"There's room for one more." Nebula said as he looked at Gris.
"Not a chance," Gris responded as he continued looking. "I only have one concern and it does not entail playing any games, let alone one that is aimed at domestic abuse victims such as him." Pointed the hitman as he harshly berated the activity.
"Just play the game, you asshole. Who knows? It might be a way for us to reach the final floor?" The CPU theorized.
"Lowee adventure games have that kind of shtick. Maybe it applies in this situation?" AL gave an option.
Gris stood there for a bit as he folded his arms and thought.
Up to now, he had no way of finding a definite way up, and it wasn't like a magical doorway appeared if he played, even if that was what his fellow CPU was implying.
But he needed something to clear his head before he searched again, so a game wouldn't hurt. And Nebula might be right, which miffed him more than made him satisfied in that particular.
"Fine. How much CC?" Gris asked.
"150." The three revealed, with Domio stuttering a bit at the intimidating aura of Gris, especially being bloody from murdering others.
"..." Gris said nothing as he sat on the black beanbag, and would pick up a controller, right before everyone else did.
"Now let's play." Nebula prepped himself as he nodded at a nervous Domio to pick a cup as the 4 began to play the party game.
"VRRR..!"
"Ice Coffin!"
Ram yelled as she froze the Killachine within a giant ice spike.
FLASH-FROZEN!
SHATTER!
"VRRR...!"
The Killachine tanked the attack but remained optimal l as it was released from the ice.
BURN!
"Demonic Inferno!" IF motioned as she would attack the robot, only for her attacks to seem ineffective to the opponent.
The robot was only knocked back as it still came towards the party, now locked on IF.
"Slash Wave!"
WAVE!!!
CONNECT!
"VRRR..!"
Purple Sister yelled out as the wave of energy from her sword went towards the robot, who would tank the attack once more as it connected.
The Killachine only groaned every time an attack hit it, its armor still in good condition as it remained unaffected by the attacks it sustained. It really was starting to become demoralizing.
JUMP!
ZOOM!
KICK!
"VRRR..!"
"Justice Kick!" Nisa cried out as she went to attack the robot next. Her leg struck the machine, but once again, the Killachine was unaffected.
"Ice Coffin!"
FLASH-FROZEN!
SHATTER!
"VRRR...!"
Rom went next as she too would use her Ice Coffin skill on the Killachine, but was about as successful as Ram in damaging the hulking robot.
Compa was making sure that the group wouldn't be running out of SP as she was running across the battlefield, giving put SP Chargers after they fired off 2 or 3 SP Skills, and keep them at their best. But even the occasional satb form her menacing syringe did seemingly nothing to the war robot.
But even so, it wouldn't matter as the Killachine was effectively the wall that stood tall as it was unmoved by their attempts.
"La Delphinus!"
"Mirage Dance!"
"Ice Coffin!"
"Dark X-Blade Slash!"
FLARE!
BURN!
SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE!!!
FLASH FROZEN!
SHATTER!
SLASH! SLICE! SLASH! SLICE! SLASH!!!
The Killachine was bombarded with attacks and still boasted invulnerability as it only mildly shook from the recoil of the moves rather than the damage parameters.
"VRRR...!!!"
The Killachine got ready to go on the offensive as it had waited long enough.
ZOOM!
It went for the last person that struck it, that being Nisa, as she realized as the death robot flew towards her.
SWING!
ROLL!
CRASH!
The heroine noticed what the machine was trying to do when it raised its mace in the air and rolled out of the way as it brought down its weapon.
JUMP!
SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE!
LAND!
The Killachine was now locked onto Nisa as it floated towards her. That was until it was slashed at by IF, who leaped into the air and spun like a top as she sliced at the robot.
SWING!
The Killachine then switched its lock on to IF as it sliced its axe diagonally at the Guild Agent.
SLAM!
CLANG!
IF cross guarded with her Qatars as she would be knocked back by the blow as she slid next to the Planeptunian CPU Candidate.
SKID!...
"Whoa!" The brunette yelled from the force of the impact.
SLICE!
SLASH!
SLICE!
SLASH!
SLICE!
SLASH!
Purple Sister flew towards the Killachine with her sword as she repeated swung at the enemy, making it stagger as she dashed into it at full speed.
HYPER SLASH!!!
Her attacks threw the robot off course as it then recalibrated its lock onto Purple Sister as it used its Hyper Slash at her.
GUARD BREAK!
WOOSH!!!
Nepgear luckily had the reaction time to block, but her guard was broken as a result, saving her a big injury but would be knocked away by the machine as she would tumble in the air.
"Kyaaaa!" Purple Sister screamed as she was knocked away.
"Gear!" IF shouted in concern as she saw the CPU Candidate be knocked away for a bit before stopping her tumble.
"Ge-Ge!" Compa shouted equally as concerned alongside IF as she saw her friend be thrown off.
"Over here, you robotic menace!" Nisa called as she sprung back into action as Ram and Rom attacked as well.
"Let's help them out!" Ram encouraged as she and Rom performed the double SP Skill once more.
FLASH-FROZEN!
ZOOM!
"Ice Coffin!" The two shouted as the robot was frozen once more.
"Justice KICK!" The heroine roared out as she shot her leg forward with emotion as it zoomed towards the Killachine.
SHATTER!
SLICE!!!
Nisa then jumped over the frozen Killachine as she grabbed the disc and sliced the enemy just as it was shattered from the ice.
''VRRR..!"
FLOAT...!
The Killachine was knocked around by Nisa's attack combined with Rom and Ram's, but would only groan as it reset its position, unharmed.
"It's hard as a rock! Or, well, steel!" Nisa pointed out as the attack had done nothing, with shocked eyes.
"Goodness! It's hard to tell if our attacks are even damaging it!" Nepgear commented as she would be panting. They had been fighting the Killachine for the past 20 minutes, and nothing that signified damage on the otherworldly robot had come up yet.
"The robot is really strong...!"
ゴゴゴゴ...
Rom observed as she looked at it, floated there... MENACINGLY.
"VRRRYYY...!" It made a metallic sound effect, akin to a certain vampire.
"Why won't it blow up already?!" Ram heatedly asked, irritated at its defense. Her eyes narrowed as she snarled at the robot.
"Dang. This is getting us nowhere." IF concluded she looked at the idle machine. "We gotta pull back for now, and see if Mina has any advice." The Guild Agent planned as she weighed her options.
They couldn't scratch this thing, they were absent powerful members albeit her pride stung admitting it, and they would eventually start to grow tired at some point if this continued.
"We're leaving? No way! We can beat this dummy!" Ram vehemently protested, adamant in their ability.
"I'm not too sure about that, Ram..." Rom opposed her sister.
"Huh?" The pink CPU Candidate turned to her.
"Miss Mina might know something about this.." She opted to her sister.
"But it's just some robot!" Ram argued.
"We don't have time to argue about that!" IF told the kids. "We gotta go, now!" She would motion.
"Uh, Iffy? Are you sure we can run away from a flying robot?" Compa asked her best friend. Underling overheard their conversation and heckled accordingly.
"What's this? You girls are running away? Go ahead. I'd love to see you flee in terror!" She laughed as she heard their plan to retreat. "Not like it matters, because you'll be smashed into goo any which way!" She laughed with a smirk on her face.
"What's this!? Don't slight us with your cocky smile! Superheroines don't flee, they-!" Nisa defiantly stood up to Underling as a tick mark could be seen from her face.
"Ignore her! If she's letting us go, then we're gonna take advantage of that. Now come on everyone, hurry!" The Guild Agent cut off as Nisa huffed.
"Ooooooh! don't think this is the end! Next time, I'll definitely beat you!" Nisa vowed as they fles the battle the Killachine stationery as it was floating, waiting for the next battle.
FLEE!
"VRRR...!!!"
"Heh. What a bunch of wusses." Underling chuckled as she saw their fleeting forms.
The four males were playing Maryo Kart as they were engrossed with the game. Domio cheered up as they played, as he finally had someone to play the game with him, or better yet, 3 others.
They were on the final lap of the last track, and the 4 were vying for the gold like never before.
DRIFT!
BOOST!
ITEM BOX!
SELECT!!!
"I'm a trap star!" AL yelled as he got the Super Star, and began to pull up the placements, going from 8th to 5th as his character, Player 2, was zooming across the track.
ITEM BOX!
SELECT!!!
"Not if I have anything to say about it! Go Bullet Bob, GO!" Gris yelled as his character, Princess Frogchair as she became a giant angry black bullet.
"You'll never catch me! I'm fast as fucc boiiiiiiii!" Nebula laughed as he was cruising in 1st place, nearing the finish line.
Too bad he was crusin' for a brusin' because Domio had sent an item that was dreaded since its conception.
The Blue Shell.
ITEM BOX!
SELECT!!!
"OH, FUCK-!" Nebula hollered as he saw the imminent heat-seeking shell for those in first as he desperately tried to reverse to get Domio who was in 2nd.
REVERSE!
But the shell of hatred was all too fast as he snuck up from behind, pulled roving into his racer, BowWow as he was caught in a massive blue explosion.
BOOM!!!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" He cried with despair as he was blown up right before he reached Domio, who zoomed past him as he was now in 2nd-
Scratch that, 3rd.
He began to accelerate before being hit by a Red Shell by Player 2.
ITEM BOX!
SELECT!
CRACK!
"AL, what the heck!" Nebula looked at him.
"You were caught lacking, now face the sh- SHIT!" AL swore as Gris outed him as well with an obscenely accurate Green Shell as he rammed into him with three of them circling him.
TOSS!!!
SMACK!
"Very sloppy, you two. Only someone as crafty as I could win this round- OH YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Gris yelled as Domio had used a Banana Peel and caused him to spin out as he lost his precious speed advantage.
FINISH!!!
The game had given the win to Domio, who won the entire game due to him being the highest placement throughout the tracks as he had won the cup.
"Y-Yes!" Domio cheered. "I did it!" He celebrated as he raised his fist into the air.
"I can't believe I was thwarted by a child." Gris sulked as he looked at his 2nd place placement.
"Well, you came 2nd. I got 3rd because of you, so shut the hell up." AL pointed at the assassin, who had a knowing look plastered on his face.
"At least your placements have medal colors. I got 5th, thanks to the man- Or should I say boy of the hour." The CPU had a troll face he stated the happenings, the angry cries of Gris and AL would have kept his spirits high in a game such as Maryo Kart.
He then changed his gaze to Domio, who was in a significantly better mood than he was when he first met them.
"Someone's feeling better." Nebula would point out as Domio would hear him.
"Y-Yeah..! Playing these games with others sure makes me h-happy!" Domio told the god as he felt feeling joy, ever since when lost Danny.
Fuck, he really should have named him something else-
Man, dogs in [COPYRIGHT] can't get a break, can they-
"Either that or butthurt." Nebula looked towards Gris who flipped him off.
"M-My uncle's always too busy to play, and no one else wants to. T-Thanks for spending some time to play." The boy bowed as he was grateful.
"It's cool. That game was fun." AL brought up as he put down the controller before slouching on his beanbag. "You're pretty good." He complimented as he looked away from the TV.
"T-Thanks," Domio said as he looked at the trio.
"I got a question though, Domio." Nebula became slightly more serious as he looked at the boy.
"What...?" Domio listened to the question, his happy demeanor faltering a bit.
"Do you know where your uncle is?" The god asked as Domio went to tell him.
"O-Oh. He's upstairs." Domio would say as he looked up. "Like I said before." He added.
"More precisely, have you ever been up there before?" AL questioned the kid.
"Not really... I-I only went up there once. It's nicer than all the other floors, but it's really cold." Domio gave some info as he shivered at the time when he went upstairs.
''Really? Do you remember how you got up there?" Nebula raised a brow as the boy would think as he cupped his chin.
"M-My uncle uses magic to get up there, and I only got up there when I forgot my controller up there and he let me go," Domio explained as Gris put down his controller.
"So it IS magic." Gris deduced. 'Great. No wonder there wasn't any obvious way to get up there.' The assassin through as he looked up.
"What if we just busted through the roof." AL offered as he looked up.
"W-Wait! You can't do that! there's a special ice barrier that all the ice mages put there. If you touch that roof, you'll get flash-frozen!" Domio hurriedly explained as he looked up and the roof would shine an artic blue for a moment.
"Barrier, huh. Well then..." AL said as he got up. He then walked to the center of the room.
"What's your plan, AL?" Nebula asked as Domio and Gris looked at the fire user in mild interest.
"Domio, stand back," AL warned as he looked up. "And you'll see soon enough, Nebula."
"O-Okay."
GRAVITY!
Domio obliged as he would move from his bean bag and get back to his corner. Nebula then put an extra barrier of gravity around him as he stood there, nervously.
ENGULF!
AL then manifested his flame armor as he stood there.
"AH!" Domio reacted. "I-Is he alright?!" The boy queried as he observed AL in fright and concern.
"He's fine." Nebula reassured. "Now watch." Nebula said as he had an idea of what AL was about to do.
CLENCH!
FLARE!
AL then clenched his fist so it would burn brighter as a secondary flame was lit ablaze.
LEAP!!!
He crouched before shooting up, rushing to the ceiling as he would yell out.
SMASH!
RIPPLE!
"Vulcan Knuckle!" AL roared as he would uppercut the roof, the magic barrier rippling as his fist connected.
FREEZE...!
FREEZE...!
Ice soon started to spread to AL's arm as he continued to press on the roof.
BOOST!!!
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
AL quickly used his legs and boosted as he pushed against the ceiling, the room beginning to shake as the barrier rippled more violently as it resisted AL's attempt to forcefully break it.
"Grrr!" AL seethed as he pushed against the ceiling.
"M-Make the shaking stop!" Domio pleaded as he held his head in fear.
AL then use his free hand to boost as well as the ice climbed down his arm, and was approaching his shoulder as he continued to push.
BOOST!!!
FREEZE...! FREEZE...! FREEZE...!
The flame user didn't retreat, as he only pushed harder in response as the rippling became constant as he shoved his fist further.
RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE!!!
FREEZE!
HEATWAVE!
The building itself shook as AL continued pushing harder as he would then have his entire arm covered in ice. His flame armor kept his attack going, but he could feel the numbing of his fingers as he continued to push. The room glowed a bright yellow as the flames made the area unbearably hot.
"I-It's getting really hot!" Domio pointed out the obvious as he began to sweat.
"Hurry up, AL!" Nebula told his friend as he began to sweat as well, as winter clothes and heat did NOT mix well.
...
...
...
CRACK!...
"...!" Gris observed the ceiling while sweating when he noticed a small magic crack that appeared on the ceiling.
Nebula, Domio, and AL were be surprised as they saw the crack in the ceiling as the fire warrior then saw the small opportunity he needed to burst through the barrier.
"There!"
FREEZE!!!
He shouted as he would feel the ice reaching his neck. It managed to travel at an accelerated pace to preserve its existence by neutralizing the opposing force in a gambit.
Very expressive for a barrier.
"Vulcan Knuckle: Overdrive!!!"
BOOM!
SHATTER!
AL then yelled out the enhanced version of his move as he used it to exploit the crack and blow the ceiling away completely.
SHATTER!-
RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE!...
The barrier shattered simultaneously with the ice that had built up on AL's body, causing the building to vibrate as the ceiling lost its blue sheen which protected it. The room lost power for a brief moment before returning to normal as the shaking stopped.
"W-W-W-WHOA!" Domio yelled as he would be shaken AND stirred, but kept in one place thanks to the gravity barrier around him.
AL landed as he then looked up to see that the barrier had been destroyed as little snowflakes would come down as a result.
"Snowflakes?" Nebula looked above.
"Who cares." Gris dismissed as he looked up. He then jumped and kicked the ceiling, making a large chunk fly to the actual roof of the building as some swears were heard.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO THE HELL- RAAAAAGH! " The familiar voice of the bandit leader could be heard as he cussed.
"That's him?" Nebula asked as he removed the barrier from Domio.
"Y-Yup. P-Please doesn't l-let him hurt me..." Domio stuttered with fear as he would stand behind Nebula as he peeked at the hole that Gris made.
LAND!
"Hmph." Gris hummed as he landed.
"He won't. He's too busy having an episode from his floor being destroyed by his pursuers."
DISPERSE!
AL said as he dispersed his flame armor.
"We have an assassin, a fighter, and a flame user." Nebula said as he looked through the hole. "He's cornered and he knows it. You have nothing to be afraid of, Domio." Nebula explained as he looked through the hole.
"Now let's go.''
VANISH!
The god said as he put his hand on Domio's shoulder before vanishing with the boy.
VANISH!
BOOST!
Gris did the same as AL simply flew up the hole and landed on the final floor, where the bandit leader was located.
The 4 reappeared as they were on the final floor as the boss was standing there. The room itself was well furnished with some bookshelves and a nice view of the city and the Basilicom.
The city would be lit up as it made the room more lux as a beautiful view was in sight as most of Lowee was visible from the building.
There were many expensive things up there including the office desk and chair that he was standing in front of, and a bowling trophy that had the word 'STRIKE!' on it, reminiscent of LoWii Sports.
REAPPEAR!
REAPPEAR!
REAPPEAR!
LAND!
The room would be colder, proving Domio right as they felt a wave of cold wash over them, canceling out the sweat they felt beforehand.
"YOU!" The boss yelled in anguish as he pointed at Gris.
"Me." Gris mocked with a snigger.
"And YOU!" He pointed at Domio as he cowered.
"YOU UTTER PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! HOW COULD YOU LET THEM REACH HERE! I'M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU WHEN I'M DONE MURDERING THESE MEDDLESOME MOOKS, YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT!" The boss threatened as he gripped his knife.
"Mooks?! Shut the hell up, you fucking manlet." AL spat with a grimace.
"FUCK OFF, YOU BEDHEAD BITCH! THAT BIG ASS MOUTH BETTER STAY SHUT BEFORE I SLAP THE TASTE OUTTA IT, YOU WALKING LAMPOST" The boss hollered, angry at his height being made fun off.
"..." AL became silent as his gaze turned violent.
"That's pretty mean." Nebula pointed out.
"Oh, shut up, you look like you come from Meme Country." The boss rolled his eyes.
"OK, that's definitely racist." Nebula deadpanned as AL still had on a livid gaze.
"Let them reach here?" Gris questioned as he looked at the boy suspiciously.
"I-I'm sorry! B-But they played games with me! And you never actually told me what to do! You just told me to stay put before punching me across the face!" Domio struggled to defend himself.
"AND WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK WHO PLAYS GAMES WITH YOU! A FUCKING UNICORN COULD PLAY SUPER SMASH SIBLINGS WITH YOU AND I'D STILL KICK YOUR FUCKING TEETH IN! ALL YOU EVER DO IS FUCK EVERYTHING UP! IF I HAD KNOWN YOU WOULD HAVE DONE THIS I WOULD HAVE PUT YOU IN THE DIRT RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR FATHER!" The bandit boss yelled as he snapped at Domio, revealing a tidbit about his past.
"W-What?!" Domio reeled as he would hear his uncle mention his dad.
"HE DID THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING! ROLLED RIGHT FUCKING OVER TO HER WHEN HE SOLD ME OUT JUST BECAUSE YOUR MOTHER WAS A BASILICOM GUARD! DAMN PUSHOVER! I MADE SURE THEY NEVER FOUND HIS BODY ONCE HE GOT OUT ON BAIL FOR SIMPING OVER YOUR MOTHER, WHO WAS FLATTER THAN THE DAMN WALL, MIND YOU! AND I HAD THE BOYS SPIKE HER DRINK IN A BAR BEFORE HAVING THEIR FUN WITH HER AND PUTTING HER OUT OF HER MISERY! BUT THAT'S ENOUGH BACKSTORY FOR A TWAT LIKE YOU! " The bandit leader screamed as the warriors were surprised with varied expressions of shock on their faces.
Domio now had tears in his eyes as he had just found out that his uncle had basically indirectly murdered his father, his own brother, and wife-in-law, with the latter being drugged, gang raped, and probably assaulted before being killed.
Man, that's dark.
"What. The. FUCK." AL cursed with some major disgust on his face as he looked at the bandit leader with intolerance. "He's a racist AND a piece of shit. That's it, I'm gonna fold him." He decided.
"That got real dark, real fast. " Nebula admitted as he cringed at what the man had said.
"Figures that scum does what scum does. Make you feel disgusted. And that's coming from me, so you know it's fucked up. Not that I mind, since we know what's going to happen to him next." Gris said as he was disturbed by part of the gang leader's evaluation before calming himself.
"Y-YOU BASTARD! Y-You killed mom and dad?!" Domio yelled in frustration and grief as he had all the fears and anxiety of being near his uncle being replaced by anger.
First, he made his life a living hell by making him live here.
Then, after basically traumatizing him over several years through various types of abuse, he was given his first friend to only take him away, and now he had casually told him that he was the cause of both of his parents' death.
"Yeah! I even got the exact location of their tombstones. I piss on your dad's grave for being a narc every Monday since it was the day he died. Damn snitch. And we burned your mom's body and dumped her ashes in the ocean after shitting on them, so there isn't a grave. Nosy bitch... What's with the look, you're gonna do something about it?" Domio's uncle raised a condescending brow as he saw his nephew shake with rage for the first time in a long while.
The boy had gone from frightened to furious as he screamed and run towards the man as he yelled.
"I'll FUCKING KILL YOU!" He harshly swore as he ran towards his uncle with a face of rage as the tears flowed.
Nebula, AL, and Gris were caught off guard by the expletive that left his mouth as he neared the object of his fury. His hand even glowed an ethereal white as he winded back his fist, ready to make him pay.
"Grr..!" His uncle growled as the boy neared him.
"FUCK OFF!"
BIFF!
He yelled back as he slammed the side of his fist into Domio's face, sending him into the bookshelf as his glow faded.
"Urk!" The boy guttered as he was sent flying.
"Domio!"
CRASH!
Nebula called out as the boy crashed into the bookshelf.
The boy was sent into the bookshelf that fell on him as he crashed. The books collapsed over him as the bandit boss sneered.
"What a damn wimp. The one time he lashes out, he's knocked out." He spat as he took his knife and flipped it around. "Now, who wants to die first?!" He asked the trio as Gris stepped forward.
The trio would jump into action, but as they were about to, Domio struggled as he got up.
"N-No..." The boy stammered, feeling the pain. "Y-You have to p-pay..." He stammered as he pushed the bookshelf on his back, struggling. His face now had a nasty bruise with some scratches.
The bandit boss scrunched his face in rage as he walked towards the child.
"And why don't you SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
KICK!
"Uah!"
The boss yelled he kicked Domio into the wall, causing some spider cracks to form as the child ejected some spit and blood from the impact.
BOOM!
CRACK!
"JUST STAY DOWN! EVERY CHARACTER TRAIT YOU POSSESS PISSES ME OFF! YOUR INCESSANT WHINING! YOUR ANNOYING STUTTERING! YOUR UGLY FACE! YOUR LAME PUBERTY VOICE! I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, YOU LITTLE SHITSTAIN! THE FACT THAT YOU'RE RELATED TO ME MAKES ME WANT TO PROJECTILE VOMIT INTO THAT REVOLTING FACE OF YOURS! YOUR LIFE IS MEANINGLESS! YOU SHOULD JUST KILL YOURSELF!"
KICK!
The bandit leader ranted and rave as he walked up and started to kick the daylights out of Domio.
KICK!
KICK!!
KICK!!
KICK!!!
"AHHHHHH!" Domio cried in pain as his uncle kicked him repeatedly, which caused Nebula to ball up his fists as he began to get angry at the scene that was playing in front of him.
"P-P-P-Please-" Domio's words were ignored.
KICK!
"PTOO! S-STOP, PLEASE!" Screamed the child as a tooth was kicked from his mouth as his uncle continued.
"I'LL NEVER STOP! I'M GOING TO KEEP USING YOUR FACE LIKE A FUCKING SOCCER BALL UNTIL YOU FINALLY CROAK! SINCE YOU'RE TOO BRAIN-DAMAGED TO DO ANYTHING ELSE LIKE A GOOD PIECE OF FUCKING TRASH, I FIGURE THAT YOUR DYING BREATH SHOULD AT LEAST BE PUT TO SOME GOOD USE! NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SUFFER SOME MORE, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BASTAAAARD!!!"
STOMP!
"OW!" Shrieked the boy, unable to stop his perpetual agony.
The mob boss yelled right before stomping on the child's head as a nasty cut was sustained.
Gris even became internally concerned for the child as he was a victim, but he too was beginning to feel some sense of anger from witnessing this scene.
"W-WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH!" Sobbed the nephew.
"I ALREADY TOLD YOU WHY! IT'S BECAUSE YOU SUCK! IT'S LIKE YOU INHERITED BOTH OF YOUR PARENTS' WORST TRAITS AND YOU WENT FROM A CRIPPLED PRE-EJACULATE SPERM CELL THAT ESCAPED A BROKEN DRY ROTTED CONDOM TO A PROBLEM CHILD THAT YOUR MOTHER SHOULD'VE PROBABLY FUCKING SWALLOWED IF THE DAMN BITCH HAD A PERCENTILE OF THE BRAINS THAT SHE GAVE YOUR FATHER!" Fumed the bandit leader as waterworks continued to flow.
"THAT'S SO MEEEEEAN!" Outcried the child, as the insults were getting to him as he was losing the resolve to even conversate.
But AL...
AL was livid.
He knew what it was like to live without his parents, as he lived with his grandfather because his parents died due to an unknown cause.
And the one family member that was supposed to be taking care of Domio was letting abuse come his way, if not being a direct conduit for said abuse as well as the reason for his parent's death.
AL's flame on his chest began to burn brighter as his pupils began to emulate the reaction as well.
KICK!!!
KICK!!!
KICK!!!
KICK!!!
KICK!!!
KICK!!!
KICK!!!
KICK!!!
"I SHOULD HAVE JUST KILLED YOUR PATHETIC, WHINY, BITCH-FACED, ANNOYING, WASTE-OF-TIME, DISAPPOINTING, UNRELIABLE, WRETCHED, DEPLORABLE, ABHORRENT, HORRENDOUS, APPALLING, NAUSEATING, REVOLTING, HORRIBLE, ATROCIOUS, LOUSY, DESPICABLE, FOUL, IGNOMINIOUS, REPUGNANT, NASTY, DISGRACEFUL ASS YEARS AGO! BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I HAD TO HAVE A 'CONSCIOUS!' WELL, THAT'S IT! NO MORE! FUCK CHILD PROTECTIVE SERVICES, ANY FORM OF BLASTED GOODWILL, OR ANY OTHER SAVING GRACE THAT LET YOU LIVE UP TO THIS POINT!"
GLOW!
ゴゴゴゴ!!!
The boss decided as he stopped kicking the life out of Domio as he took his dagger before it glowed a dangerous blue.
"YOU'RE GETTING ICED, YOU FUCKING EYESORE! THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, I HOPE YOU'RE BURNING IN THE BOILER ROOM OF HELL!"
SWING!
The bandit leader punned as he brought down the dagger onto Domio's shaking and battered body.
A/N:
Heya there, reader!
If you're seeing this, this is a rewrite of the chapter, just to correct some repetition, fix some spelling errors, and improve the spelling quality, especially in the earlier chapters.
So remember, italics and bold is going for gold.
A cliffhanger once again! Also, it being rather dark for Neptunia... Writing the latter half chapter was kind of conflicting with the general mood of the story so far in my opinion, but then I remember people like Xero, Gris, and Vhestora exist so...
And with what's to come...
Stow your fears and critically review is all I can tell you... Cuz it'll most likely get dark like that from time to time.
But darkness can't last forever in the presence of darkness and light, so don't fret for too much.
But if you don't like the dark vibe, the next chapter will be the climax of the mini-arc. So look out for that.
I also made sure to wrap up the Killachine fight with the main cast so that all the characters could be back in Lowee, or at least heading back to witness said epic climax.
Also, Underling finally getting a W. Albeit retroactively and in canon, but when you suck that much, a win's a win.
Now, onto some comments.
Guest - Yes, her thoughts are those of justice. Only things of beauty are attracted to the Corpse. And Nisa might be the heart. Hey, if Nisa ever became a CPU, Justice Heart (Yes, I'm trademarking it, but only this comment-) would be the way to go.
CalmSuperior2002 - I knew someone would translate that. Good job for actually putting time in to decipher it. Look out for more like that if you're up for it, yo.
Leyknar - The JOESTAR FAMILY'S Secret Technique!
AmeythystPone - Oh boy. I've got my work cut out for me. Let's begin with the Chapter 13 review.
If I ever got around to making a Conquest Alt for Nepgear, all in all, it's either Nepgear gets redeemed at some point with human cacs like AL and Domio, or she gets murked by Gris for coming around with Gehaburn or worse yet Xero with his OP Antagonist self once he sees there's only one nation left with Vhestora, basically making Nepgear Future Gohan and the two VPUs Androids 17 and 18.
Or maybe even a third conclusion. It's really up for speculation the more you think about it, plus with all the world-building that's bound to happen as the fic goes on.
Yep, that would be the most likely conclusion. And for higher tier beings it would be more likely a matter of 'The greatest trick the devil pulled was making the world believe that he didn't exist.' But that's easier to do, and the fact that things like Histoire digging up the ancient Hyperdimension scriptures would give the cast an idea of their existence, and Mini Histy and especially Croire in later installments kind of defeat the argument. So it works for this story, but they'd probably know at least SOMETHING by the time Re;Birth 3/ Victory Generation starts. Oh boy, Croire would probably ADORE the chaos the VPUs cause.
Well, about the scaling... I agree with you somewhat as they feel rather puny than what their feats entail, but I'll play devil's advocate anyway. That one feat they show is discredited by the text at the bottom signifying that the events were just a hyperbole of sorts when Purple Heart and Iris Heart turned into spaceships and blew up the planet. We can't take her unsure nature of the legitimacy of the animation, because when the narrator states something, or in this case the game, it is usually factual, even in a 4th wall-breaking franchise like Neptunia.
Then there's Dimensional Slice. Now, I would be a massive hypocrite to assume that the description of the attack is false while the narrator's statement about the sequence I stated above is true. But I am willing to agree that in NEXT Form, Neptune can slice concepts, which normally should make her anywhere around Complex Multiversal in terms of attack potency.
Then with Noire's Diagonal Balde Dance, it would probably scale around Neptune's attack in terms of power instead of the effect itself. And Uzume's Sharing Field... Well, it IS Uzume, the counterpart of the strongest antagonist of the series so...
And the Sharing Field creating a sub-dimension or pocket dimension or mini-universe or what have you, so I guess Orange Heart is universal...? And the Day Dreaming thing is blatant reality-warping so I guess Uzume's a reality warper.
I concur, it's way more hax than feats that makes Neptunia a formidable verse. But about your second statement, that's the core concept of power scaling, which is basically categorizing everything so that there's always a definite factor in deciding a fight. But the part with circumstances changing outcomes is also very apparent and another reason why power scaling exists, since we always want a definite winner, circumstances to one's power such as transformations, debuffs, effects, and personality always change the theoretical outcome.
Chapter 14 comment. Sorry about the would with clothes. I think it might be a clutch word of mine. I'll work to suit. And Kars being OOC?.. I mean, he is a sadistic super-powered threat in his own verse who wanted to rid humans for being weak and loved the occasional skirmish as well as being the strongest.
But I could be wrong. I'll be digging deeper into his character as the story goes on. And as I said, he has too much potential to be a cameo. He was the reason for explaining magic from a civilian and outsider perspective, so he has merit to the plot. And also, all those fight scenes can get repetitive at some point to write as well as read, so I understand your complaint and write some slower scenes at some point.
Chapter 15 comment. ULF Kars? Yeah, I can see him defeated. Novel Kars? They all either get D4C'd with the cheese paradox, or ZA HANDO'd, or Made in Heaven'd. KC or KQ in Kars' possession could easily finesse the cast. And even Nep and the others come back, the unholy amount of hax Novel Kars has spells nothing but defeat for them.
Chapter 16 comment. True, it IS an old gun. And the reason they exist is probably that games like Battlefield, Warzone, and Call of Duty have Gamindustrian counterparts like Gunfield, Fightzone, or Ring of Duty. And the Gamindustrimen guns... Well, Gris explained that they might be poor, and they pretty much are, because they used their resources to spread out and they got raided while trying to get some back from robbing people like Nebula and the others in the first place.
Chapter 17. Ok, so the power scaling. I wanted to pull a Part 4 and decrease the scale a bit, so characters like AL could play catch up while focusing on the jokes a bit more. And paired with the fact that it's Lowee... Yeah. Also, I explained in the story. And the story takes place in our equivalent of 2012 so that's your answer.
Yeah, Talking about how powers work in a non-combat setting can really spice up the world-building process like if a fridge broke down, blast an ice spell in the thing so that your frozen goods don't melt, or use a fire spell to light a campfire or chimney fire. The bullets were a nice thought in my head too but magic will be thoroughly explained as the story progresses.
Also, don't tell Blanc about that. Like, don't. Actually, maybe do tell her, They'd probably want a fight if they're bored.
That's all for now!
Arrivederci.
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