forum Soup Cult (Chowder and Stew welcom)

Started November 04, 2021 by @Otto_OtterOverlord

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Pandora: hands shaking from rage Закрой свой грязный рот.

(The murder muffin is pissed if you can’t tell)

(yes i could XD)

Ivanovsky: Pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one with a lighter produced from seemingly nowehere, then puts both away with a flick of his wrist; he takes a long pull off the cigarette and stares Pandora down Или что? Ты попытаешься снова меня застрелить?

(chicken, comedic relief ASAP-)

(nvm-)

Naomi: I…got…shot? she doesn't even notice she's glowing red This better not be fatal, because I DO NOT WANT TO SWITCH BODIES AGAIN and now she's talking to herself. where is Styx when you need them?

Ivanovsky: looks dismissively at Naomi Eh. Chances are you'll live. Maybe not for very long, but. . . I doubt anybody would miss you so not much of a loss. He takes another drag from his cigarette

Pandora: shoves the gun back in its holster, clenching her fists and glaring at Ivanovsky

(she’s definitely not thinking about just fucking starting a fistfight nope and yes I’m aware of her lack of brain cells)

(Ivanovsky caught a bullet in midair XD we all know she has no braincells now)

Ivanovsky: Tilts his head at Pandora Что? Ты собираешься ударить меня сейчас? Жалкое существо. Ты можешь причинить мне не больше вреда, чем муха слону.

Pandora: Попробуй меня.

Naomi: she flips him off and glances towards the spot next to her Perra estúpida, todo esto es tu culpa. Debería haberte matado cuando tuve la oportunidad.

Ivanovsky: Shrugs, taking a short pull from his cigarette; with, once again, no visible movemnt, he's in front of Pandora Я даже не буду заморачиваться. Вы не стоите времени.

Ōn’nyosh: Growls irritably. Fuck this. Reaches into his satchel and pulls out a strange glass ball. He then casually drops it and it shatters, the entire area being consumed in very thick fog. Shut the fuck up or speak Common, you fucking assholes! Otherwise, this fog never leaves!

Ivanovsky: Only bothers with a single glance at Ōn'nyosh Fuck you. Good-bye. He waves a hand and a wall of kinetic force slams the lizard through several brick walls

Naomi: she merely raises an eyebrow at Ōn’nyosh ¿Puedes, quizás callarte? she watches as the lizard is slammed through brick walls and looks toward the Russian dude Me gusta este chico.

Ōn’nyosh: Just lays there afterward, in pain and stunned. The fog still remains.