Fight:Ymheshphilun And Letha Have A Boss Fight (silly)

So we went nuts. So what? It's hilarious.

The RP

Letha was counting the jewelry that she managed to pilfer from a nearby shop, the gems that cover it amethyst of course. Though her mask was still in place, she was indeed grinning at her success, though it was known only to her. Tapping the area of her mask where her chin is located beneath, she wonders aloud, leaning back against the fountain, "I wonder just how much more I shall need for the wedding...." Quite unaware of what might soon happen, she had no idea that her fortune might soon run out.

Ramsi would come to the fountain. Her face was hidden, walking a little bit more and then coming to a hault. She would rise her head up slowly, eyes pitch black. Like a zombie-child. She would just stare at the woman, she made hushful noises to herself and someone else... She would just gaze in a dark way at the woman. Not wanting to hurt the woman behind the mask at all. She pointed a digit towards her randomly. She would turn to look around, still pointing at Letha, not knowing what to do.

There was a slight noise from back down the road. It was like the whispering of long-dead leaves, brushing against the ice-cold bones of a man buried by an avalanche. Two pits of darkness, blacker than the night itself, were somehow visible, deep in shadow and close to nine feet off the ground. The owner of those pure black orbs stayed hidden, but a stray gleam of starlight reflected ominously off of something that looked like exoskeleton. The twinkle illuminated--just for an instant--rippling rows of -legs-, and a lot of them. Midnight black, just like the rest of whatever sickening creature they belonged to.

Letha quirks a brow at the noise, emerald irises narrowing at the strange child once fixated upon. The purloined jewels are quickly pocketed, the thief coming to a stand as Ramsi is acknowledged more fully, "Begone from here." It's then, with the help of the starlight, that she saw the glimmer of exoskeleton. It was almost familiar in a way, from a similar creature of adventures past that neither bug nor child present knew of. A gloved hand curls into a fist, before relaxing, a not so subtle shrug given. Whether it was to her situation, or perhaps something more, the shrug gives way to one of two of her precious daggers, the sheaths for both likely concealed beneath the sleeves of her dress. Despite the silver within the blades, her trustworthy dagger is gripped tightly, a small cringe given as she feels the heat of the poisonous metal within through her gloves. Ready, however, she's no longer concerned with the girl, but rather the big baddie that lurked in the shadows.

Ramsi growled slightly at the woman's rude tone. "Ye can't tell meh what to do. That's verrry unkind of ye. What ye scarrred orrr somethin'? Think I'mma tell?" She would ignore the noise. She was grumpy, but mixed with that dark stuff, she wasn't very pleased at all with anything. She would walk a little further to the woman, she would smile fakely with that dead-like visage. She would examine the dagger. "What do ye think yerrr doin', missy?"

Ymheshphilun eased forward at the conclusion of Ramsi's words, moving the rest of his grotesquely oversized body into view. Much larger than Rumble was, more streamlined, and infinitely more evil, The Dark One With The Unpronounceable Name towered above the thief, staring emotionlessly at her. There was a crushed-looking crow sitting on one of it's obsidian claws, and it looked haughtily at everything.

Letha sidesteps away from Ramsi, "Get away, girlie. You and this bug of your's needs to leave. I'm attending to official jewel counting business here." Smirking at her words, the girl's presence is heeded, but not so much so as Ymheshphilun's. She knew that dagger wouldn't hold up against that thing, even if she brought out its twin. Tactics running through her mind, if the evil buggie did indeed strike, she realized she'd really only have one choice. This very choice is frowned at, but, nothing more is said, the thief as cautious as ever.

Ramsi would make a irritated face. "I don't have to! Ye not the boss of meh orrr this worrrld." She would mumble some nasty words under her breath. She never done that before. She wouldn't leave, she would just stand behind the bug. Staring at the lady still with gritted teeth.

(Ramsi had to leave here. We're assuming that she just mostly stayed out of the way.)

Ymheshphilun moved in front of Ramsi, shielding her from potential harm. He leaned forward, claws snapping ominously, antennae (recently healed rofl pwn ftw "What the muffin is -wrong- with you?!" sorry.) *Parentheses Guy is a noob.* (am not!!1) *...* Shut up, both of you! You interrupted the story! *Sorry.* (ya liek srry) *...* ANYways. Ym's recently healed antennae vibrated ominously. He slid further forward, inching closer, trying to get within range.

Letha's narrator just blinks repeatedly, while Letha backs up. With her back to a tree now, the lycan narrows her eyes, the girl no longer in view. She sees no reason to speak to such a creature, whether it's because she's entirely frightened of it, or if it's due to the fact that she's uncertain as to whether or not it's language is similar to Rumbles. Whatever the case may be, she's left to simply stare at the bug with those glaring eyes.

Ymheshphilun shifted his elongated body, cutting off any exits. He had her right where he wanted her. His claws spread wide, opening, preparing for any sudden movements, readying. The crow took flight, flying lazy circles over the scene. Ym inched ever closer, always pulsating those multitudinous legs, always staring into her eyes with his own, never blinking, never wavering in his gaze.

Letha was definitely cornered, and she knew it. Despite this, she slips around the tree, putting the foliage between her and the bug. What did it want? It's evil emanated from it like beams from the sun and she could sense every bit of it. It had to want something. For the life of her, she hoped it was something simple like with Rumble. Maybe, it was just irritated? Not really evil?

Ymheshphilun blasted around the tree with astonishing speed, curving back around to face her again. This time, not trusting raw fear to do his immobilizing, he sprayed a substance like spiderweb from the top five pairs of his legs, hopefully binding her to the sturdy wood. Oh, he wanted something. But it would take a little longer to find out exactly what it was.

Letha attempted to use her agility to dive out of the way, but a thought process within her mind kept her from fleeing to safety. Just as intended, she's quite pinned to the tree, her thin form struggling to get free. The dagger, to the girl's dismay, was dropped to the ground near her feet.

Ymheshphilun was unsure for a moment how to proceed from here. He decided that the most effective way to cease struggling was to paralyze her, and this he attempted, firing a small dart from one his wrists dipped in a venom that numbed rapidly. After this, whether it succeeded or not, he'd approach further, to within inches of Letha's face. (o boi, here we go!1) *I thought we were going to be quiet--oops.* Would you please go away?! "Yeah! Leave the poor author alone." You too, Taikahn. "Aww." With that bit of comic relief over, Ym would attempt to plunge said antennae into Letha's ears, driving them down, down, deeper and deeper, until he would touch her brain. Alternating waves of pain and numbness would course through her body should this succeed, then a huge, ancient, single-minded -presence- would be felt inside her head. A single alien thought would blaze across her mind: ~Give me the answer!~

Letha cried out as the poison-tipped pin hit her, sinking into her skin to do what it was made for. As the numbness began, her head lolled to the side in a failed, slow attempt to get away from the bug, allowing for the antennae to seek its destination. Tears brim the thief's eyes as she struggles, but it was folly of course, the big bad bug having her right where he wanted her. "I don't know what you're talking about!", she screamed in her mind. There was a flash in her thoughts, not put there by her, but the beast that lay dormant within her for now. The image was that of a moon, one side white and pure, the other just as black as the baddie in front of her. Dual pieces of a whole. So strange it was, but she fought it; fought the urge to turn. It exhausted her so, and likely would only make things worse.

Ymheshphilun pushed harder, mentally. His black, nearly soulless persona swelled, and he tried to push her own mind, dormant beast or not, into a corner. He was biologically designed for this sort of thing, and it was how he raised his undead servants. He asked again: ~I demand from you my purpose! What is it I am meant to accomplish? Give me the answer!~

Letha growled lowly, like a forgotten mongrel, shaking her head still, attempting to rid herself of the antennae that plagued her. Within her mind, however, as the centipede urged on, the lycan could no longer fight it. (Yay! Letha-chu! Attack! Tee hee! xD Use Bite!) The beast within snaps back, imaginary fangs gnashing at the prying bug's own mind, chaos filling the poor girl's thoughts, "The purpose you seek does not lie here! Take your searching elsewhere and leave me!" Your typical lycanthrope transformation occurs while this exchange of thoughts persists. Though, for Letha, it was entirely new. Now, instead of her usual wolf form, her body begins to grow somewhat, her frail form finally achieving that feral form she'd seen most often with Rhocielle, and even Zaros and Vlek'tu. As her form shifts, the spiderweb-like bindings that keep her held to the tree stretch and a few even snap, loosing her changing body just a little.

Letha totally just evolved.

Ymheshphilun would have laughed, had he been capable. The beast that attacked his mind was barely felt, and suddenly he attempted something he hadn't before. Using his mind to push an image in front of her eyes, he displayed a barren, rocky wasteland, with the bug facing her on one side, and herself in beast form or whatever form it was that attacked him mentally on the other. A mental showdown, staged in the competitor's minds, using their mental images of themselves. As for the physical--her bonds were loosening, but the numbing poison was still in effect. He ignored the transformation.

Ymheshphilun cues the low-quality cheesy RPG battle mode music.

Letha's mental image was every bit of ticked off as what Lloyd would be should he make his presence known and happen to stumble upon this. The anthro beast stood upon it's two legs, snarling at the centipede as it made the scenery around them. *Letha! Quick Attack! Now! Then Double Team!* At the narrator's command, Letha is sent into a frenzied run towards the bug, teeth bared, her mouth lined with a rabid froth. Mid run, her body seems to flicker and fade into twin wolves; one white, one black. The two flank Ym, each one leaps to clamp their jaws around a separate leg of the bug.

Letha is totally listening to the themesong of Pokemon to help the mood. xD

Ymheshphilun mentally summoned up an undead orc, plunging a claw into the ground as she--they--split, and reanimating the thing just barely in the nick of time. The huge zombie turned, and swung a fist at the black wolf, while Ym spat poison at the white one and slashed at her with a claw. This time, the poison was meant to suffocate the wolf, hopefully neutralizing half the threat. *Ymheshphilun! Raise Dead! Then use Poison!*

Letha's narrator's jaw drops at the zombie and even cringes a little. Zombies terrify her completely! Aside from that, tactics run rampant through her mind as she feverishly stares at a list of moves for her wolf(s) to use! Once the right ones are found, more commands are given, "Serenity! Use Rollout to get away!" *cue the rap song of the same name* The white wolf attempts a summersault, stearing out of the way of the poison, though manages to go headlong into the slashing claw of the buggie. An echoless howl is given as Letha's writer witness the claw slice into the wolf's side. To the black one now, she yells, "Discord! Fury Swipes!" The dark beast jumps back onto it's hind legs, away from the punch, attempting now to swipe it's claws at the undead orc's face.

Ymheshphilun's narrator cheers that Serenity has been captured. Scanning the move list, he commands, "Ymhesfi-whatever! Entangle!" Webbing sprayed from the Chilopod's legs again at the ivory-colored lycan, aiming to tie her up. "Other dude of no real significance! Use Relentlessness to Defend, then Attack with a Zombie Throttle!" The undead's face was nearly torn off by the claws, but it didn't care. It marched forward, expression twisted with hate, arms outstretched, aimed for Discord's neck.

Ymheshphilun told Letha, "ooc: Now -this- is a battle. All Hollow battles should be this blatantly hilarious."

Letha's writer reaches out, as if she could actually go through the computer screen and grab the webbing before it hits the white canine, "Serenity!" *Insert the "Noooooo!" that Dark Vader did at the end of the third (or last! However you want to look at it!) Star Wars. You know, the long dramatic thing.* With Serenity caught in the web, the image fades, leaving the true werewolf partially defeated. Inwardly weeping, the girl behind the Letha composes herself and Discord's name is called, "Use quick attack to get out of the way and then use sand attack to blind him!" The smelly, rotting corpse lumbers towards the wolf, but being quicker than it, it manages to get out of the way, using first it's back legs, then it's front to kick dust and dirt at the zombie's face in hopes of distracting it.

Letha told Ymheshphilun, "ooc: I think it's so awesome that you should post it on the Wiki! xD"

Ymheshphilun's narrator wonders why his vision just went all pixelly. Oh well. "O.D.O.N.R.S.! Use... uh..." The guy behind Ym searches frantically for a command to counter sand-in-the-face. Sadly, there isn't one. A little bar above the zombie's head diminishes slightly, and a little symbol appears next to it, saying "Blinded!" An overdubbed voice states this fact as well. The zombie darkens, as if a spotlight had been taken off of it, signifiying it's unusability for this turn. "Yim--Yimmey--you know what, forget it. Phil! Use Charging Assault!" Ym powered forward at top speed, aiming to smash into Discord like a train wreck.

Ymheshphilun told Letha, "ooc: What would this fall under? Fight? RP? Comedy?"

Letha's narrator blinks at Ym's narrator's silliness. Taken aback by the large amount of randomness within the battle, she doesn't manage to get Discord to react in time. The blasted beast seemed to have taken upon itself to mark her territory on the zombie, revelling in her success. To Letha's player's dismay, the epitome of wolfen chaos is collide with and sent flying, likely down for the count.

Letha told Ymheshphilun, "ooc: D: I dunno. It's like..Fromedy.."

(Apparently it's an RP. Thanks, Cyll!) (Eh, let's go with Fight/Silly. ;) --Cyllarus 18:30, 23 February 2010 (UTC))

Ymheshphilun's author grins. "And -that- is why you never mess with the Professor of Lol-ing. Phil! Finish them with a Fractalbeam!" There was a pause as Ym stared confusedly back at his narrator. ~Fractalbeam...?~ The narrator checked the move list. "Drat, it's not here. I thought I had bought it at the training center." All this randomness had probably given Serenity time to come back into play. What happens now?!

Serenity did indeed have enough time to come back! "Serenity! Now while he's distracted! Use take-down and hyperfang to break through his shell!" As Discord recooperates, Serenity takes off like a bat out of...a batcave!..and leaps through the air with the greatest of ease! Like a fallen star, Serenity tumbles through the air, her target: the upper portion of the baddie's body, attempting to pin it to the ground. If she were successful, the wolf would then try to rip an antenna from the strange creature's head.

Ymheshphilun's narrator was far too engrossed in mourning his inability to buy Fractalbeam to notice Serenity until far too late. Ym got pinned, and his antennae were indeed pulled away. Not that this affected reality like the Matrix or anything. It just affected the little sprites of them and stuff. *nodnod* (lol mnd gams) *Your spelling is getting worse.* "Phil! Use Melee Combo!" The Defense Phase having already been missed, Ym's author went right to the Attack Phase. The giant centipede bit and slashed with his claws. The venom he meant to inject with his mandibles was one that instantly sets blood aflame. Literally.

Letha's player cackles at the lack of the Fractalbeam. It's actually a lot like the laugh of Mandark from Dexter's Laboratory. Weird. >.> What a spaz. Once that was done with, and she realizes her wolf's immenant doom, the chick behind the wolf frantically goes through her move notes and exclaims, "Holy swiss cheese, Batman!" Well, she's definitely at a loss and defeat is definite. The claws hit their mark on the poor wolf image and her blood ignites, the wolf ultimately going 'poof' and turning to dust. So sad. The victory fanfare from Final Fantasy signals Letha's loss, though it's scary, yet amazingly cool remix thanks to Ym's uber evilness!

Ymheshphilun did have a scary, yet amazingly cool remix due to his ebilness and stuff like that. When the battle ended, and all the was left was Ym staring at what was left of Letha's mind (most of it had been swept into that corner) (not that one, the other one) (yeah, that one) he realized that she was right, she didn't have his purpose. That's alright--he probably needed to see to Ramsi anyways. Having successfully used "Mental Suppression" on Letha, he disconnected and glided away without even a goodbye. She'd wake up in about ten minutes or so and wonder just what the muffin happened. The webs would be loose enough to shake off by then.

Letha is sooooo exhausted that her form reverts back to it's humanoid state! She's definitely going to have a headache after this. All slumped over and what not now as she's, likely, unconscious and stuff, her player is shaking a fist at the nasty bug.