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Otto Apocalypse @ Revelation [2025]

The former Schicksal Overseer has been given a new lease on life, as some know very well at this point. The Imaginary Tree has pulled at their contract to force him into a new life, and he has hide-nor-hair of a clue what it wants from him. As shown by the Lantern Rite, Otto Apocalypse is still up to his usual tricks and has seemed to come around for a... simple vacation? Yeah right, you must be thinking, Otto Apocalypse just enjoying his summer with not a thought for greater evil? You're absolutely correct, and you can't prove he's anything but a model citizen. Try. He welcomes the challenge.

Otto Apocalypse will not be joining the lore cast but will be open to sending and receiving asks, so please feel free to interrogate or simply learn about the man. Surely you must also be here for a simple vacation, yes?

[Outfit, every day] Otto Apocalypse will be in a familiar face with his lime-green eyes and long, blonde hair tied neatly in a loose bun. Later, he might tie it in a ponytail if he's doing heavy lifting or sweaty work. And... is that another suit? Okay, fine, it's up to him to walk around town in a bright suit, but it seems like he's more active during the nightlife if you see him at all. But he does appear wherever, so who knows?

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The way the common areas are filled with people is not as incredible as the time it takes to pilfer a scientist's bag with a rather deft hand, the older scientist leaving before the first rush of people that he ends up... pretty much squeezing information out of. From one group of this Space Station to another it seems like the faint time where nobody was around draws out the suspense of the new arrivals. The new arrivals have been a part of the shift just before, and from the bags under their eyes, they are all too eager to sit down and dig into their lunches.

While Otto stood out like a sour thumb without his overcoat matching the synergetic and uniform scientist attire, he was too much of a sore thumb for anyone to care. Perhaps they thought of him as some new blood or even a senior member, or worse a shareholder—he knew the bureaucracy of places like this, he ran labs just like this, and they all kept their heads down. But they weren't his workers, and so they talked. And they talked, a lot.

His questions are answered with at first a form of skepticism before their inhibitions are lowered by not only the lack of energy and their perceived weighting of options, but also the ticking clock. After all, lunches grow colder and their rest gets shorter as time grows bolder, and it's simply rumors he's after. They don't bat too much of an eye as he has all the time in the world.

The rumors start spinning along with the room stirs up into its crescendo. The rumors carry jeers and sneers for the outlandish prospects of The Swarm, disgust and the need to combust as they think about an infestation (~~some commenting while scratching their skin instinctively~~), and some qualms from the group who sip their teas in a fettered calm. While he's not particularly mindful to fake his interest in their personal matters, they do stay on topic for the most part and a true description of the events is given.

A missing janitor, a set of beeting wings overheard, the sighting of minor insects before the person gets dragged off to medical, and an abandoned lab below their feet. All rumors except the missing person, to them at least. And all he has in response for them is the equivalent of go on. "Interesting. Can you tell me more?"

All broken away as a supervisor storms in, mind you. Huffing and pointing out that they're late, scientists and researchers skittering to their feet or out of the room. All except him, and a woman who also is not dressed according to the space stations seemingly mandatory (~~or is it?~~) uniform.

She speaks first in a pleasant tone, not too familiar yet one that could be described as distance. Familiar? He just knows she's deep into the situation as well with her questioning, so he offers the same level of courtesy back. His outer coat was off so his black blazer had him stand out as he gave a small bow to her—both in courtesy and the fact he had to look down anyways from where he stood.

A good look at her face has him stunned, but a good look at his draws no pinch of her brow. No drawing of sword or any calls of thunder. Another multiverse trick, he'd curse internally for the rest of his days. He acts as cool as he can.

"I actually was a part of it, just a tad. It didn't take much coaxing for them to start talking amongst themselves. A lively set of employees, they are." He would have pulled a disciplinary meeting had this been Sckshiel, but alas. "I had heard of the Swarm before this, but never that they were still well and alive. Well, as alive as rumors may seem. I take it they are of special interest to one such as yourself? You haven't left yet, I mean." He inquires.

He twirls the key card in his hand as he does so, noticeable in his hand as his side.

‧₊ ✧ the infinite self ;

OTTO & DR. MEI. — COMMISSION : ABUNDANCE.

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Request: `[1d43]` Roll: `[34]` Result: `34` Reason: `Otto & Su`

Sexual connotations below 'Read More', be warned. Pestering and no consent asked. Figment of imagination.

He was not well versed in the way of the Previous Era's heroes, he lies, except for the thorn in his side from a past they both could never measure too. An amalgamation of sensations and personas can wash himself in blues, in purples, in reds, and so many more. No matter the thoughts he truly succumbed with or the reality he ends up in because of them, he does not see through the eyes of all who share his visage.

But the building blocks are there and there is always a glimmer of truth in the shadows that make up a man's existence, especially one such as Otto Apocalypse. In the memories and weaving what the grey-haired man could get from the interloper, it's a wonder this hasn't happened before.

Whatever the law of this "universe" happened to reach this point the fissures don't lie when, while watching over this section, a familiar face would roll up and with a haughty expression he'd have upon his face, the blonde would sit next to the dour stranger. Not a care in his frame as his smile is all too inviting, a tease for the scientist to join him perhaps, you won't get any younger. He's easy to ignore, if you don't mind his pestering, even as he grabs the scientist's hand to hold.

Well, he would be if he didn't nip at the man's hands, gaining back any attention he might have lost with Su scanning the crowd. He would have been easy to ignore if he didn't thread his hands in Su's, and an attempt to kiss his lips ends up with more of a kiss to the corner of Bodhi's mouth. The colors and fissures in reality made this puppet of a man, and even as he is sure to fade like all—he's far too unfamiliar to the light that had a wife and child and hhhhhhh—

.

.

... In a command room not far away, but not actually so, Otto Apocalypse was given a cold chill, and he ended up sneezing quietly into a handkerchief. Bianka sure is taking a good while, he muses as he folds it up to tuck it away.

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— vomiting in [ Paragraph 3 ], please skip entirely if you need it.

He could not fathom the onslaught of sensations once he had gotten from the cold blues of the slums into the color of supposed revelry, not until he had realized just what his body was expunging. His body did not ache like it should under the pulsing and amalgam aether that threatens to tear apart his skull. From the blue calms that ebb with a power that wants his body to answer for its intrusion, it had been his only warning. The orange and yellow lights, mixed in with the rainbows emitting from signboards, was his final lesson to how outmatched he was from the start.

He couldn't tell what was wrong once his dress shoes had landed amongst the concrete, a filth almost immaculately around the alley he wondered if the city was just on top of it or it's fabricated to look such ways. His body felt lighter than it had when the final fight with the tree, the embodiment of life and the start and end of all, and still he found himself leaning against the alley wall to empty...

What did he even empty? His form had been consumed as recompense for his meddling, so the heaving air and saliva that comes up with the waves of sickness are a tell that he was somewhat whole. While he could not validate or even go back to review what had happened to his person upon its trajectory towards a new future. What he could review in happening, currently, was his rattling diaphragm and his gloved hand cupping his mouth to stop his coughing.

He shouldn't feel discomfort in death, he shouldn't be able to smell the synthetic sugar from a stall twenty paces before him, and the bricks below his hand as he walks through the alley shouldn't seem so rough. Hell shouldn't have people with smiles and crowds walking past him like he's just another soul in their crowd, nor should a sigh board dance merrily past him with a jingle that reminds him of show tunes. The unfamiliar scripts and babble of dialects he could not understand was one thing, but not the sound of heels and the clicking of reality in and out of focus with their intensity. Actually, the steps are light yet frantic, and shouldn't rack his vision so horribly, yet—

He is pulled up from where he was slumping, oh he was slumping over, by a voice that wants to crash his world into the ground. Swirls of purple, yellow, and green slowly ebb away as he focuses on a visage of mostly white, a pristine angel amongst the grimey backdrop of this Vegas ripoff. A double vision of her does her little justice as white hair falls familiar across her back and her blue eyes are too soulful to be anything but a memory.

If this place can recreate his body, surely it could recreate a false memory. A poor stranger is most likely getting imposed upon by a memory. He's killed for less, but he's not about to pull a weapon he's unsure he had—especially while dizzy and lost, above all else.

"I am unwell, I seemed to have traveled too far and too quickly. I apologize for what you saw, if you saw anything." His voice tried to sound as diplomatic as he could, but the crack from earlier has dried his throat out. He clears his throat. "I am actually still not doing so well, I seem to be ailing but in my eyes... you could say my vision is swimming and not all there at the moment. I couldn't hear you before, but I assure you I shan't ignore you again."

He needed help, or anything he could get while he feels like he'll be split in two.

⋆✦₊‧ — EIN TRAUM.

Otto & Kallen.

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He is not one to be beside himself with many emotions at any given time, at least not in this new life he had been granted upon this flowing dream. Until recently the stresses of life that he had past experienced—the pull of paperwork, the frustration of taxes, the weight of the world, and any mix of emotion the sporadic cast of his life threw at him—had simply been how to procure funding. While studying the area it seemed like any of the currency that he came across, and he came across this flat blue currency a lot underfoot, was that there seemed to be no way to automatically assume the currency was tracked. As a business owner he can recognize they are on some sort of private property, and one that acts as its own casino, so he was not taking this money at face value but...

Well, he can say the fuming emotions of figuring out who he was trapped with while studying this world at his own pace had truly been unfortunate for him. He should have left after that, but the misfortune continues to spin with a practiced hand as he's found while he's talking to the common folk. He had figured out this world was indeed a dream that you can only enter in one way, as far as the people coming in know, but Otto had not entered that way. He looks up at a familiar face, stone-walling everything within (if he had anything left) from anyone who knowingly looks upon him. And he is large, widely plastered across the square.

So there must be another—

And he should have turned down the men who came with just as sweaty hands as last time, them fiddling with their glasses and hands hardened from manual labor. By the time he finds himself back where he was last time, he notices it was altogether more appealing to look at. They seem to have finally set-up shop and the rougher hands would explain who did the work.

By the time he's reading the script he's been in the booth for long enough to determine: he's deep in thought of something else. But they don't rush him to begin. They need him for something, or else they'd go for someone more desperate and with lower rates. Through the headset he was given he can hear the

The commercial flashes across his vision. When he speaks, his tone is customer friendly and charming. An internal laugh. "Desperation. You know nothing of it, you're already home in the arms of something new, something fresh. A new home, a new apartment, a new job. It's still you, and yet you'll never be the same. Pulling yourself into a new era, with us. Souljoy."

That's where it should have ended, but nonetheless he had to add a jab in. "A family, a house, you can count on."

Of course he knows the Family would flag that as a mockery of them if they had any sensitivities, but that's for the sweaty shareholder to deal with. Just cut it out if it can't get past the censors. If it does, who cares.

Before he goes, he is asked about his credits, and for a moment he wants to turn them down. Any trace of him, much less his face, could draw unwanted attention. They already have his photo, he knows they do. This shareholder may be desperate but he's not stupid, and he found him in a crowd he didn't want to be found in. Otto did not care.

"Sure, credit me however you like. Just know, I don't appreciate the suddenness of it all, director."

And not a few days later, sure enough, his face in the booth and his name were credited after the ad ran. It was brief, but still has other things to do.

Crack Open a Nice Cold War With the Boys

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If he said he saw the glance in his direction, he would be lying to say no. He's following the shadow puppet carefully with his eyes and while it's locked in combat with the one who sends a heavily-coded glance his way, he does not register the look visibly. If he doesn't turn his head, smile because of an idea that crests his nerves to act, and simply goes—he can claim plausible deniability. After all, who would complain—

OTTO APOCALYPSE 10/10HP rolls 4 energy [Roll: 2 + 2]

-2 energy! OTTO uses Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 4SP

—about a shield, strong and proper at all times before and settling warmly across all the cold, mauve and royal colored air. The stark contrast is good enough to reason that everyone is safe from retaliation, even himself. Again, he thinks. Let's do this again.

-1 energy! OTTO uses Normal Attack: Heavenly Rain [Roll: 19] on SHADOW OF ARGENTI 78.5/200HP [Pyro] for -5HP.

Imprisonment Roll Failed! [Roll: 7]

Passive Hydro Application Success! [Roll: 1] Vaporize Triggered! [-5 ×1.5] on SHADOW OF ARGENTI 71/200HP!

Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana passive Success! [Roll: 1]

-0 energy! OTTO uses Normal Attack: Heavenly Rain [Roll: 24] on SHADOW OF ARGENTI 71/200HP [None] for -3HP!

Imprisonment Roll Failed! [Roll: 5]

Passive Hydro Application Success! [Roll: 1]

Two shots are fired from his gun and from there, he can see the air eat at the Golden energy of the first bullet while the second goes strong. Water cascading and jetting to properly hit the man's armor, sizzling and frying the air again and hitting a weak part of the armor where it sinks. A previous hit from one of his allies most likely weakened it, so he'll be sure to aim there again...

The time around him slows again as he readies his shot to first twice again. That weakness in armor is struck and it staggers the man back as he steadies his feet, the first shots golden aura getting eaten by the air and it's twin in blue crashing and exploding inside the armor. The staggering shatter of water is much more consistent than the energy that entomed his foe before—then again, it seems that golden energy is expended in everything he does.

COUNTER! SHADOW OF ARGENTI 68/200HP [Hydro] counters with Normal Attack: Piety [Roll: 7] on OTTO APOCALYPSE 10/10HP 4/4SP.

[Ushi Intervenes! Roll: 1]

Ushi: 5/5HP takes -2HP! [Adds +1 to Superhuman Stacks from 3 to 4]

He cuts off that thought as he readies another shot, the pounding of feet drumming his way as he steadies his aim to hit center mass—only for a rather silly reliable bullvin creature jumps between them. The swing of a blood red halberd slamming into the lattice style backpack it carries, rattling the thing and sending it flying back down. That had to hurt, he thinks as the bull takes the hit he was supposed to suffer.

He lowers his gun, bravado gone in the face of a tiny bull and almost shooting the thing. He tucks his weapon away, job well enough done.

OTTO APOCALYPSE 10/10HP 4/4SP forfeits 1 Energy!

@jxrmngxndr @wantedoni

The Drum of Life

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From the strike that attempted to break his previous shield, he is already ready when his feet stop him from careening backwards further. His dress shoes click on the floor, as his steps are noticeable when he comes back—their foe retreating.

"Something so ready before, suddenly not doing anything?" Otto was the one to reply first, his suit dusted down by his hands to ground himself. "I think it's time we thwart any plans it has scheming. Don't get hurt now."

OTTO APOCALYPSE 10/10HP rolls 4 energy [Roll: 2 + 2]

-2 energy! OTTO uses Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 4SP

It was just like always, a hand sweeping a light from burning the air with its molten and weaving light as his teammates are enveloped in its light. Almost golden and physical in the discus form, the shield gives off a golden sheen that infuses itself back into hand after. Leftover energy collecting between his fingers.

-1 energy! OTTO uses Normal Attack: Heavenly Rain [Roll: 15] on SHADOW OF ARGENTI 124/200HP [Pyro] for -3.5HP.

Imprisonment Roll Failed! [Roll: 3]

Passive Hydro Application Failed! [Roll: 2]

Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana passive Success! [Roll: 1]

-0 energy! OTTO uses Normal Attack: Heavenly Rain [Roll: 14] on SHADOW OF ARGENTI 121.5/200HP [Pyro] for -3HP (-1.5HP ×1.5)

Imprisonment Roll Success! [Roll: 1]

Passive Hydro Application Success! [Roll: 1] Vaporize Triggered!

SHADOW OF ARGENTI 118.5/200HP is Imprisoned and cannot act or counterattack.

From under that shield he raises his gun again to pull the trigger twice in rapid succession, but he lets out another two shots when the puppet of a man did not seem to react as fast as before. For a second, it was as if time slowed down—adrenaline.

The first two shots lost their properties before they could hit the armor of the man and the puppet raised his free and gauntlet covered hand to cover his face. The two bare bones shots hit his shoulder and hit his exposed lower abdomen. While no blood was truly visible—a tally for the signs of spatial tampering—he does know it must have hurt.

The second row of shots was much more effective, like rain in spring after the rime of winter bringing to life something beautiful—Otto can visibly see space shatter around their foe. Without having lifted his head the faux human was trapped covering its face as the power not dissimilar to the Imaginary Trees glow rotates an unmatched power circling the Knight. Yellow swatches of rumbling matter give a harsh shadow to make anything not pointed in his direction black, shading heavy from how dense it was. Truly, light would suffer a dip going through that space, slowed and truly trapped for who knows how long. The fourth and final hit pops with a shattering of water and the smoke that is given off reminds him of when water hits the surface of a boat, the sun frying the deck and so too was the water. The armor let out a hiss, it's metal surface taking the brunt of it while the man was still paralyzed.

-1 energy! OTTO uses Normal Attack: Heavenly Rain [Roll: 12] on SHADOW OF ARGENTI 1/200HP [Imprisonment] for -1.5HP.

Imprisonment Roll Success! [Roll: 1]

Passive Hydro Application Failed! [Roll: 2]

SHADOW OF ARGENTI 117/200HP is Imprisoned and cannot act or counterattack.

"I suggest you all get going. Who knows how long this will hold for us." With that, Otto let out his final round of shots, six bullets expunged and the barrel giving a click. A final pop of more matter, but nothing crazy happened after answering his statement as the man simply stood where he was.

Would it be greedy to say he wished the water filled bullet had come out the last time? Perhaps. But it's his mind, and it was only human to want to... reach the end, you see.

OTTO APOCALYPSE 10/10HP 4/4SP ends his turn!

@jxrmngxndr @wantedoni

The Drum of Life

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He would have left this lackluster show to their foreign teammates, a strange smile tugging at his lips as the indomitable Kaslana stands there dawdling, but he does take notice of something out of the ordinary. While Mr. Arataki is fierce with his broadsword and is gearing up to go forth, it takes just a split second to realize it wasn't time to slack or play. A halberd turns to reflect light, and maybe it's his nerves or maybe it's reality, but he doesn't take any chances.

OTTO APOCALYPSE 10/10HP  rolls 3 energy [Roll: 2 + 1]

-2 energy! OTTO uses Elemental Skill:  Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 4SP

Out of their comfortable order, he casts his shields upon his allies and anyone low on them gains a new light.

-1 energy! OTTO uses Normal Attack: Heavenly Rain [Roll: 5] on SHADOW OF ARGENTI 189/200HP [Cryo] for -1.5HP. 

Imprisonment Roll Failed! [Roll: 5]

Passive Hydro Application Failed! [Roll: 3]

Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana passive Success! [Roll: 1] -0 energy! OTTO uses Normal Attack: Heavenly Rain [Roll: 8] on SHADOW OF ARGENTI 183.5/200HP [Cryo] for -1.5HP, -2HP from Royal Masque.  Imprisonment Roll Failed! [Roll: 5] Passive Hydro Application Succeeded [Roll: 1]  SHADOW OF ARGENTI 180/200HP is Frozen and cannot act or counterattack.   OTTO APOCALYPSE 10/10HP 4/4SP ends his turn! 

For the worst part of it all, his foresight tells him, he decides to pull the trigger. The moment he stepped out of line it was like a ghost scared him—him, of all people. He could see the coalescing of ice upon the tip of his weapon, something gifted before by Kevin when he was an active party member, and the fizzling of his shield powering a major shot through the man's chest. It hit and for a second there was a sort of traction between the bullet and the chest plate, but it soon dissipated with a grand spark.

A splash of water but no shattering of reality is given when the puppet of a man is coming at him and Otto can feel the expert precision, halberd ready to perhaps pierce him where his stomach lays. From that split second of his second shot striking the armor, it was almost like a movie plays out as frost eats his frame. Silver and gold embroidered armor is now a chilling reflection of light, and hair as red as blood stuck mid-air from his attempt to take off. Halberd a threat no more.

For a second he could almost feel something akin to fear—adrenaline, yes, that was a given to push through pain and extended fights like this—but for a second, he saw a flash of something akin to him getting pierced. It was a faint feeling, neither memory or reality in phantom. Perhaps not even foresight. Paranoia?

Nonetheless, this is what paranoia gets you. He turns to the oni whose turn he stole. "Sorry for the inconvenience. He was all yours and here I go... butting in."

@wantedoni

The Drum of Life

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A familiar face, red hair, and the halberd to match only causes him a momentary pause as he remembers: this is not a space you can trust. While he and the man didn't have anything personal between them, it was still almost like fate that... he looked the man up and down again (mechanical breathing, eyes straight and focused but on nothing) to determine it's akin to a puppet.

He had been taken by his memories of this man he just couldn't fathom to go first. Truthfully seeing if his allies are one to jump in without much persuasion—and at least one of them is, musical and all with his swift steps. And from those hits came summons not unlike how a Beast would call weaker allies to protect itself. Any noises made from it were from battle, a true voiceless puppet. By the time he cared to grace the others with his attention, he was already called out for loafing around by the one bearing arms before him.

He is not sheepish as he responds with a, "Quite awake, Ms. Arlecchino." His tone was not as soothing as he wanted it to be.

Otto Apocalypse 10/10HP rolls 5 energy [Roll: 2 + 3]

-2 energy! OTTO uses Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 2SP

His energy, flowing so fluidly like a molten core, is obviously a rapid overflow from his inaction, and it's quite useful. He can cast his usual spell upon his allies as he feels something... solid about it this time. Instead of a solid light, the shield almost resembled a discus from a form he remembers in his past. It's golden ring and black internal lining making him hum in dissatisfaction but clear recognition.

-3 energy! OTTO uses Elemental Burst: Unequaled, Unrivaled on “THE SHIELD” 30/40HP [Pyro] for -5HP (3+[2]) damage!

“THE SHIELD” 25/40HP [Pyro] does not counterattack!

He reaches into his pocket with his hand gracing the offensively colored pistol from before, using all the energy his has to transform it in his pocket. And from there, he pulls a weapon of energy from his pocket and with a solid pop, a line of light and sizzling reality breaks up the surface of the shield. But it did not crack, even as the energy burned its rose-gold and matte surface.

"Quite awake, besides the music and sounds of war, how could I dare to leave you all without support?"

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The Drum of Life

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HOWLING CASKET 30/100HP uses Lupotoxin Synthesis on All Targets [Rolls: 13, 11, 20, 14] -2HP Itto 2/7P, -2HP Arlecchino 9/10HP, -4HP Kevin 0/3SP 8/13HP, -2HP Otto 1/3SP. All targets are afflicted with Terror Grip.

While he felt this crawling before while across from a familiar man with white hair, this was something he felt as other. Back then World Serpent was a threat to all he held in high esteem and threatened his plan, even his time upon the plain he walked to a lesser extent, but the threat was the man himself—trapping him with his stubbornness. This was artificial, he assessed, after having to take the previous slashes his shield had taken. He should not feel fear, not so some mutt.

OTTO APOCALYPSE 10/10HP rolls 4 energy [Roll: 2 + 3]

-2 energy! OTTO uses Elemental Skill:  Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 3SP

For now he keeps the man, the two who had drawn the beasts ire previously, and himself safe with another shield. And from his pocket, he draws the weapon he has to hold back a sigh when bringing out.

-3 energy! OTTO uses Elemental Burst: Unequaled, Unrivaled on HOWLING CASKET 27.5/100 HP [Cryo] for -5HP [3+(2)]! 

-5HP to HOWLING CASKET 22.5/100 HP! 

OTTO is no longer Terrified.

More than anything, he pools as much power as he can as into the body of the gun, and with the energy in going into the shell—it shifts. Familiar, molten golden like lava, and it extends itself into a familiar and sleek shape. From its barrel a shot that could pierce the sky with burning light hits the enemy, and it pierced the hide of this accursed beast that thought itself scary. Hopefully, as it sparks and shutters from the damage it sustains, it learns to properly heel.

Counter! HOWLING CASKET 22.5/100 HP [Cryo] uses Normal Attack: Bionic Claws [Roll: 2] on KEVIN: 8/13HP 3/3SP [TAUNT]. Miss! 

And it's deformities caused by that damage and all the hits before warping its steps and perhaps even messing with some of its motor functions, because the swipe it sends at Kevin is nearly pathetic if it didn't graze the sire with simple air. Truly it almost looked pitiful.

@balemouns @wantedoni

Fire-lit, Half Silhouette And Half Myth

#GHAbyssApril2025 — Team 7

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Otto Apocalypse 10/10HP rolls 4 energy [Roll: 2 + 2]

[2 energy] Otto 10/10HP uses Elemental Skill:  Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 3SP

While the final moments of the creature's time amongst the moving was underway, he was already copying a motion he had done quite a lot this time they've all spent together. By the time the energy was ready and the waves of cold and sounds of crashing had stilled, his hair and ears were able to settle and he had cast his familiar glow upon his allies. While he wasn't exactly the most welcoming or inoffensive of person, he wasn't an ungrateful gift receiver.

Right when Kevin was ready to step down from his bagged treat, Otto knew this was a chance to pepper the mutt with something—anything. The others would surely break the ice, as they had broken through shields and mechanical hides with their cleaver swords and pointed spear. If he wanted to do anything, he'd have to take his remaining energy and...

[1 energy] Otto 10/10HP uses Heavenly Rain on HOWLING CASKET 43.5/100HP [roll: 16, hit!] -3.5HP (+2 from shield), HOWLING CASKET 40/100HP + Hydro aura (roll: 1). Imprisonment fails (roll: 5) and additional hit fails (roll: 2)

HOWLING CASKET is frozen and cannot counterattack.

Even with the offensive and campy design, the shots fired from the muzzle start with a beam of light and next with a regular bullet, sometimes drowning in a wave of water before it just evaporates from the high velocity spin. But not this time. The energy of light pierced the hide like before with not a pop of sound, but the second bullet led to a trail of water like a string—or it was simply quite that high powered—and the bullet exploded. It wasn't some grand fireworks that shattered the stage but it burrowed a small part of itself in the ice before cracking, popping, and spewing water on both sides of the frozen hide.

Something happened, not that he cared more than something was giving in.

[1 energy] Otto 10/10HP uses Heavenly Rain on HOWLING CASKET 40/100HP [roll: 17, hit!] -1.5HP HOWLING CASKET 38.5/100HP + no additional hydro aura (roll: 2). Imprisonment fails (roll: 5) and additional hit fails (roll: 2)

HOWLING CASKET is frozen and cannot counterattack.

More peppered shots until he had to reload, and by then, he had taken enough time and energy. Whatever bullets he needs coming from the burning he gets when retaliation is at hand, and he cares not to comment on the weapons new... colors, as he tucks it away again.

Fire-lit, Half Silhouette And Half Myth

#GHAbyssApril2025 — Team 7

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Sableclaw Wolftrooper B 43/45HP uses Massacre on Otto 10/10HP 3/3SP

[Roll: 18] -2SP, Otto 10/10HP 1/3SP

[Ushi roll: 2, he does not take the hit]

All enemies gain 1 stack of Bloodlust

With so many swipes by these mutts, it's a surprise to anyone who should see them that they were so lucky. These dogs hadn't attacked him or the man, screaming his name every few seconds as Itto, too roughly—so at least they were still standing even as the larger hands and claws grazed his shield.

Howling Casket has now entered Moon Rage state.

Otto counters with Heavenly Rain [Roll: 5] [1.5 + 2 = -3.5HP], Sableclaw Wolftrooper B 39.5/45HP

The machine canine lets out a beastly, foreign howl as Otto pulls out his gun to have a few rounds into the canine chest. The first shot was bright and heavy, shaking the frame of the canine with force but not knocking him over. His second seemed to have left a trail of water, but halfway it ran out and a simple bullet pierced the enemies hide.

Such a strange chance, he looks at his weapon again to check it over. Its form had changed like his allies' weapons, and Itto's new headgear, and it was round and bulbous. Of course it still had a barrel but the almost plastic orange casing with green and purple lines screamed offensive to all sight and perceptions of color. He tucks the offensive weapon away again, a scowl on his face.

To anyone else, his next phrase might sound like a jest. The thought of the man gleefully swapping targets to hit their own offense was quite the thought. One he almost had to stop a chuckle for, even if his voice still sounds mirthful. "Oh no, please do my good man. After all our dear Kevin here seems quite the glutton for punishment."

And while it was true that he could see the man was preparing for something, he would not say he could fathom what. This form was a little surprise upon first glance, he truly had missed quite a feat for Kevin to have pulled out all the stops, but then he remembered who would have pushed the man to this limit. The trio of girls he could think of were not quite the pushovers, as he had predicted. No, known. Any remaining leftover surprise led to indifference, knowing he'd rather see the back of this man than his face while like this.

Otto Apocalypse 10/10HP rolls 4 energy [Roll: 2 + 2]

While his body does coalesce with energy and the trigger finger he was neglecting itched, he does not want to push these creatures any further into whatever rage they seem to get into. Like the werewolves of yore their hides are sturdy and they are driven by pain and blood, and while he's sure their dearest Kevin could handle it, he wasn't about to test how much this meat shield had in it.

2 energy! OTTO uses Elemental Skill:  Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

With a wave of his hand he does like before and lets the energy sharpen and radiate across his allies. He could feel a minor retaliation of his soul, but other than that, his spirits are neutral.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 3SP

"But you know..." His hands itch a tad more, a tuft of white hair before him as well as one of the offensive looking canine creature.

But if he could raise his spirits, he would feel better about all of this. He reaches into his jacket and from the shape, it's terrible shape is still heavy there from where he banished it. Does he really want to use it again? Not really, even if its utility seems... effective, eventually.

"Nevermind." He takes his hand from his pocket. "Our dearest Kevin and Arlecchino have a plan, I shouldn't try anything hasty."

OTTO forfeited the rest of his energy! [-2 Energy]

He tucks the offending weapon back, and simply awaits their foes next action.

@wantedoni @jxrmngxndr @balemouns

Fire-lit, Half Silhouette And Half Myth

#GHAbyssApril2025 — Team 7

[imaginarynoumenon]

Just the thought of facing those canines that seemed to manifest out of thin air gave him a rightful scare, positively he would be shaking in his boots at their mighty jaws and ferocious claws... had they not found the flight of stairs necessary to move on. Of course during the first scuffle they had fought for survival like trapped mice, but their benevolent captors environment had deemed something sufficient to allow them their release. Of course, it was going downwards and that meant further into wherever they are instead of away, but it will have to do.

Nonetheless, no matter how many possible threats or ifs they ponder, it was their only way out. Of course, Otto had found himself in front—no other reason than he was the first to take himself forward, mind you—the cold eyes staring into his back from wherever he landed himself. Oh well.

The door leading back up shut after the final member entered the stairwell and the final step had him spying the floor before any other. He almost wanted to wonder about the karma they had befallen upon.

"It looks like we stepped out of one kennel to another." The canine and bipedal creatures almost all come to life before him, like either they reanimated from the dead or they started up from a source code. "I fear this enemy is also one I do not know well, so..."

It's in his hand that energy coalescing builds again, and like before he is casting to the team his shield of golden light. For some reason, it's shaped much more pronounced and refined, the light thicker where it might even be described as ethereal.

Otto Apocalypse 10/10HP rolls 4 energy [Roll: 2 + 2]

2 energy! Otto uses Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies. All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 2SP Otto forfeits remaining energy.

Anything else would be too much, so he takes back the energy he has left to leave it to burn. As it burns he could swear that after his previous cast his tongue caught the hint of tea. Not just tea, but a medicinal herb bitter in taste. But that's absurd. These muts didn't look like they could properly brew nor hold conversation, and his small posse were more inclined for survival than a tea party. Clearing his throat, he decides to ignore it for now.

Fire-lit, Half Silhouette And Half Myth

#GHAbyssApril2025 — Team 7

[imaginarynoumenon]

From the ashes, they say, as he pulls out his weapon again as the final waves of his allies go through the room. The foes do indeed look like they are on tether hooks as they spark and skitter, still following their programs to the end.

Recon Log Mek (Pneuma) misses Otto Apocalypse 5/10HP with Time Bomb [Roll: 6]

Otto counters with Heavenly Rain [Roll: 5] -1.5HP, Recon Log Mek (Pneuma) 1.5/19HP.

— Recon Log Mek (Pneuma) inflicted with Imprisonment [Roll:1]!

Nimble Harvester Mek (Ousia) misses Otto with Dirt Throw [Roll: 1]

Otto counters with Heavenly Rain [Roll: 16] -1.5HP, Nimble Harvester Mek (Ousia) 1/15HP

— Imprisonment Failed [Roll: 5]!

While the little bullvin creature tried its best to intercept the attacks, unaware of who Otto was but an ally, he was not a man to rely upon the help of others should he help it. The ticking bomb is annoying and here it comes, easy to duck under and dart forward as he pelts out shots to see its hide shutter on impact. There was almost a phantasmal crack in the air and it seems to deactivate, a magma glow of molten yellow swirling the air around it.

The mechanical wheel also got its own deserving pelts for attempting to throw... dirt? He hadn't registered the floor as a cool solid structure, but it sure didn't give off the property of earth. Nevertheless, he has to move on.

OTTO APOCALYPSE: 5/10HP rolls 5 energy [Roll: 3 + 2]

2 energy! OTTO: 5/10 uses Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 2SP

From that bit of trouble he was given for even trying to assist these... individuals, he can already feel a temptation for retaliation. Until further notice he'll have to reign check that thought, he cared little for anything else as his arm swings with power again and the temporary shields are up again.

3 Energy! OTTO: 5/10HP 2/2SP performs Elemental Burst: Unequaled, Unrivaled [-4HP (3 + 1)] -4HP on AREA ALERT MEK (OUSIA) 4/18HP.

AREA ALERT MEK (OUSIA) 0/18HP is Defeated!

The rest of his energy, growing from something that cores at his being, coalesce through his next shot in response to his draw for a finale. His next shot is a fine fire, it is a shot straight through the hull of the mechanical beast to shatter its core...

RECON LOG MEK (PNEUMA) 1.5/19HP ON MISS Special Attack: Time Bomb [Roll: 20, Critical Hit! -3HP] -3 HP to OTTO: 5/10HP.

... he was too complacent as he realized the static had grown again, from the ticking bomb that was discharging behind him. The loss of his shield makes him click his tongue as he realizes he's not as humble as he once was. That, or he wasn't at his peak at least. Until he leaves this place, he'll take this with scrutiny.

I Feel A Funeral, In Our Time Here.

#GHAbyssApril2025 — Otto Apocalypse, Kevin Kaslana, Arataki Itto, and Arlecchino

[imaginarynoumenon]

OTTO: 10/10HP rolls 3 energy [Roll 1 + 2 ]!

2 Energy! OTTO: 10/10HP uses Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 2SP.

Surely this situation could be salvaged, he thinks as he watches the show turn in favor of their mechanical foes. The puppets are moving well when the man with horns and lack of shirt throws his companion around, but from there it seems like the only reason they're still standing is because of him. Watching the foes turn their metaphorical nose away from Kevin to the gentlewoman who spared them courtesy was... a bitterly hilarious situation.

He raises his hand again to reinstate their minor form of defense, but for now, it seems they are quite worse for wear. A small bit of benevolence fills his crooked soul, and the thought of an extra deactivated mek sounds riveting. He raises his pistol as well...

1 Energy! OTTO: 10/10HP 2/2SP uses Normal Attack: Heavenly Rain [Roll: 8, -1HP] on AREA ALERT MEK (OUSIA) 9/18HP 0.5/2SP.

Shield Broken! 0/2SP to AREA ALERT MEK (OUSIA) 8.5/18HP.

Imprisonment Failed [Roll: 5]!

... to pelt his foe with minor bullets, two shots enough to break the crystalline aura around the pesky machine that had caused this situation. Its shatter across the strange atmosphere they found themselves truly like music, even as it whirled to look at him.

COUNTER! AREA ALERT MEK (OUSIA) 8.5/18HP counters with Normal Attack: Cryo Projectile [Roll: 20, Critical Hit! -2HP, Cryo Swirl Activated! ×1.5] -3HP on OTTO: 9/10HP.

COUNTER! AREA ALERT MEK (OUSIA) 8.5/18HP counters with Normal Attack: Cryo Projectile [Roll: 13, -1HP, Cryo Swirl Buff Activated! ×1.5] -1.5HP on OTTO: 7.5/10HP.

RECON LOG MEK (PNEUMA) 4.5/19HP ON MISS Special Attack: Time Bomb [Roll: 16, -1.6HP] activated!

He would have moved had a shock not found its way up his spin, the crackling along with the hisses it imposed into the air had him shocked. The electric trinket, he realizes with a short cold sweat heading down his spin, it caught me! And it had seized his muscles long enough to put him in danger, where he is at ground zero upon the blast.

Chunks of ice and a cloud of steam from where the mass of frost was evaporated by how hot the electricity ran, he was sent flying back with a twist of his body. He had enough grace to tuck his arms to his side as he uses his legs, his shoes, to slow his slide across the ground. From his hand, his pistol was nowhere to be seen, but the heaviness of his previously empty pocket was telling. It had magically returned to him?

He stood up after the steam from his skin started to cool, the differing temperatures saturating the air with the smell of burning linen. "Altruism be damned next time."

I Feel A Funeral, In Our Time Here.

#GHAbyssApril2025 — Otto Apocalypse, Kevin Kaslana, Arataki Itto, and Arlecchino

[imaginarynoumenon]

He watches his new comrades from a vantage perspective behind them all, an angle he can keep them in view should they be bullvin or homosapien or mechanical, and he is quite apt to put on his natural pleasantries as Arlecchino deems to fill them in. Being so close to Him does burn a malicious little hole in his heart being so supportive, but a mistake would be to bring up the angry red past they share and is threatening to boil. It would be rude to involve such busy individuals, after all, with the man with no shirt already chucking himself into the fray.

"Otto Apocalypse." He offers graciously. "Thank you in kind for the information." Their coming, was left unsaid as the duo of red and blue are off to initiate their own forms of punishment amongst the enemies.

Slow to action would be one way to put how long he takes to ponder how far he can extend his seemingly phenomenal, yet amateur, skills in mastering energy, when it came time for their own retribution. They were indeed scattered as a team so the sound of flying projectiles after heavy mechanical thunks in his own direction does little to stir him from wondering further. How far could he push this?

[Enemy Phase] RECON LOG MEK (PNEUMA) 18/19HP performs Special Attack: Time Bomb [Roll: 1, -0HP, Miss] on OTTO: 10/10HP 2/2SP.

He can feel the energy coalescing between his fingers once again and he steps forward with it to draw something from inside his coat. He takes off so the clunky little bomb that detonates exposed electricity where he once stood, but none of it touching his heels as from his coat he pulls a standard pistol. He had felt it in his pocket upon his downward spiral, but didn't dare bring attention to it with someone so weary at his side.

He points it at the mechanical foe that clicks to its feet...

[Enemy Phase] COUNTER! OTTO: 10/10HP 2/2SP counters with Normal Attack: Heavenly Rain [Roll: 10, -2.5 (-1.5 + -1) HP] -2.5HP on RECON LOG MEK (PNEUMA) 15.5/19HP.

Imprisonment Failed! [Roll: 5]

... and he fires shots imbued with that energy into the mech, it rattles with the damage hitting it's form. Whatever form of pain it can feel seemed to kick in, driving it off as it pounces away from him.

OTTO: 10/10HP 2/2SP rolls 5 energy [Roll 3 + 2 ]!

RECON LOG MEK (PNEUMA) 15.5/19HP [ON MISS] Special Attack: Time Bomb [Roll: 3, -0HP, Miss] activated!

From behind him the shocker that had been detonated started spitting electricity again, intensely this time in its final seconds of power. For whoever was next to him when it was shot he spares little mind as he pushes himself away just enough to not need to worry about it. He pulls up his weapon and feels everything from before joining together, the energy burning its way up his arms again, like it had into his bullets before.

Right now, he has half a mind to look back into His eyes as he squeezes the trigger, but that would be too obvious.

3 Energy! OTTO: 10/10HP 2/2SP performs Elemental Burst: Unequaled, Unrivaled [Roll: 9, -4HP (3 + 1)] -4HP on DEEPWATER ASSAULT MEK (PNEUMA) 3.5/16HP.

COUNTER! DEEPWATER ASSAULT MEK (PNEUMA) 3.5/16HP performs Normal Attack: Wind Torpedo [Roll: 13, -2HP] -2HP to OTTO: 10/10HP 0/2SP.

Trilaksana SP depleted 0/2SP!

The shot was yellow and red hot at the edges as it pierced the hull of a particularly aggressive mek, heavily damaged from his temporary allies, but did not take it offline. While it did shutter from the damage, it still shot out torpedoes that homed In on him from their close proximity. While it did blow him back and the crystal of his shield shatters, he is as unharmed as before he started this mess.

He looks at his free hand, outstretched again as the final bits of energy retreat up his arm and out...

2 Energy! OTTO: 10/10HP uses Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies.

All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 2SP.

... and he thinks himself generous enough, even with the chaos leaving them a tad worse for wear. From here, he doesn't dare give a look at the white-haired man as a certain member of their party in particular took the brunt of that assault.

He would have laughed, but his face holds firm. "I would suggest we regroup, but we are not out of this pot yet."

@wantedoni

I Feel A Funeral, In Our Time Here.

#GHAbyssApril2025 — Otto Apocalypse, Kevin Kaslana, Arataki Itto, and Arlecchino

[imaginarynoumenon]

The spinning and roaring of a wind unfelt and unassuming reaches his ears as the descent not only happens in terms of their minor band of rogues—but also the multiple tells this would go smoothly. Three strangers were too good to ask for, and he was truly blessed with two of them, but of course his dice of life had to roll snake eyes. Without a shred of a soul in his eyes, nothing unusual there, Kevin Kaslana was his tagalong as mechanical beasts whirled to life with clicks and twunks.

His hand does not reach for any weapon, sure of his hand being scrutinized as he feels a swell of the power of energy. Pure energy burns his skin as it weaves a black unlike ink itself up his arm, heating everything from his palm and its tendrils with a golden light to his elbows, he knows this tell. With enough manifestation, he casts his hand outward towards the line of allies he is currently assisting...

Otto Apocalypse 10/10HP rolls 4 energy [Roll: 2 + 2]

With allies like these, he muses, who needs enough enemies to kill oneself ? Of course without them his trip to and from the depths is without a set of balances and checks for survival. While he's sure the so-called Sire would prove adequate in terms of prowess, he is not so naive to think of his escape unharmed assured.

While he's not sure of the other two per his estrangement to their personal circumstances, he's sure enough the one standing tall and with her back straight would not hesitate. Hesitate how? He is unsure and keeps his tongue taut as he awaits the preferred circumstance.

The other he is sure he can read quite easily with his curled features and open eyes. Even with the sharpness of his features through his horns and nails to add to his stature of I am threatening, there was something soulful about him. A sort of spirited nature that would answer you back with earnestness as you rob them blind of house and home. Perhaps a rather crude take, he wasn't going to assume he was anything but useful for now.

With his final assessment—

2 energy! Otto uses Elemental Skill: Innate Obsession: Trilaksana on his allies. All allies provided with Heavenly Mirror 2SP.

—and from the cracks spews the collating energy to form a prism not unlike Cor Lapis before their person with an attempt at a clean design. A crude first attempt, but at least he's sure it's stuck. Unlike the attempts before today. The rest of the energy fading from his skin like it burned in an invisible fire, converting into heat as he can't beeear to pull his weapon.

"I have no qualms about joining you in this fight, but I'll be handling your health it seems." He doesn't wish to particularly call out anyone, should they answer back and start a fight, so he addresses them all. "These foes, I am not familiar with, so pardon my weariness."

Forfeits 2 energy!

@jxrmngxndr @wantedoni @balemouns

I Feel A Funeral, In Our Time Here.

#GHAbyssApril2025 — Otto Apocalypse, Kevin Kaslana, Arataki Itto, and Arlecchino