Fou's Snippet Book

"So, let me get this straight," I asked the truth look-a-like in front of me. Grin plastered wide across his stupid face. "You're going to send me to the veritable death world that is worm… And I can only ask for one thing?" He nodded. "As long as it's not stupid like the gamer system or something along those lines, and just so you are aware, people glaze the hell outta JJK! Inverted spear of Heaven and the Soul Split Katana could easily beat Heian Era Sukuna."

The ROB almost started ranting about his idea to copy them both and feed them into an LMG, before shutting up and staring me down with no eyes. "So, I could ask to be character?" I gotta check my options here. "Indeed, Gojo Satoru… Goku, which by the way, you would have to do all the training for both… Naruto, again training, to use his body and shit." Well, that just made shit tough.

"What if, I knew the character inside and out, everything about them?" It was a fair question if you asked me. "Oh? Well, I suppose I could bend the rules… just a little, as a treat." Okay so… what could I-

"I get the sense you know what you want?" So you see, that's where the trouble began. "I do." That smile. "I want to be my D&D Warlock character, with all his items and, at max level, Alaster Leistung." That dammed smile.

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"So anyway, mister squirrel, that can't talk, and I have taken hostage as my new friend, We're going to go spend an hour or so in the Forrest!" Despite the young man's exotic looks, he had a manic grin in his eye as the squirrel still in his hand repeatedly continued to try and escape.

If one were to look at him from afar, they might be puzzled. He had spiky, red hair with black roots alongside orange eyes. And looked remarkably like a character called Stark from an Anime.

"True Poly Morph Ancient Gold Dragon here I come!" He cried as ran further into the forrest.

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"Doesn't matter your aim, just shoot. You see one lying on the ground? Shoot the little bitch twice more to be sure. We give them no chances to be clever or lucky, understand?" Ah, now's here the dilemma I have to ask myself, do I step in and fuck shit up? Or do I let shit play out? Letting it play out could be interesting, poking little holes here and there, or I could try-

And I OOP- Taytay is already going after his balls! Now, how should I play this? Shit poster? Charming? Idiotically dense? Or could I try the Gil treatment? *Whoosh* Now isn't that just a nice bit of heat~ Been here a whole week and didn't think to act like a Lizzard.

Right, Lung. Pact weapon summoned, sitting in cool position, light, camera and - ACTION!

"You know? You seem like a mongrel flailing around because it can't find its mother's teat." Maybe a bit too much Gil, but having a deep baritone voice is so much fun! I could probably do commercials.

"You dare!?" His head whipped to me, great, I got his stupid fucking attention. "I am the Dragon of Kyushu, Lung! I rule this city!" Posturing, great. I also get to introduce myself… Hmmm… I could? "I hear you, Dragon of Kyushu, Lung! But what is a single mongrel to the King of Dragons, Bahamut!" Stand and flourish my Ascendant Dragon's Wrath Greataxe.

"King of Dragons!? THERE IS NO ONE ABOVE I!" And that, sounds like a Challenge. "Hmph! You flail around, fending off bugs like cattle! Let us see how you do when you are what you act." bash the butt of my weapon on the ground for show, and a little component pouch fuckery.

And he doesn't make the fucking Wis throw! "Mooo!" Fucking dumbass went against me when I had 8 hours rest, bitch. "Is this all you have to say for yourself, Lung? Unable to use your power to change back?" Taunting is quite fun, and having his men cower in fear isn't as nice as I thought.

"Hollow~" Steal a page from Gojo and flavour my Eldritch blast to look purple, let it build and have his cronies run. "Purple." And purposefully destroy the road next to it, the loud sound and shock should knock him out.

3… 2… 1… Dismiss Pact Axe, and…

"You may come out now, Children." Don't even gotta look at her to feel cool while wearing a scowl. Truly a moment of all time during my debut! *Thud, Thud* You know, I might just freak out and want to pet the giant mutated dogs.

Turning around, I get treated to the sight of the Undersiders, minus Taylor, but I could still hear her skitter around over there.

"You really saved us a lot of trouble," Despite the helmet, I hear him clearly. Deep masculine voice that should've been muffled by what was basically a motorcycle helmet, god I love being an AGD. "*Snort* He is lung, the false Dragon of Kyushu, so as I have decreed. You and your Ilk should leave, unless you wish for me to capture you as well?" They all stood on edge, especially little old Tats, not much you can get off me when you're no-sold, huh?

"Right…" Headbreaker's kid spoke up; Alec, Hijack, Regent, Jean-Paul Vasil… You know, it would probably be good PR if I just straight up fucked over Heartbreaker. "Leaving so soon, Skitter? I would assume you wanted to greet the kids Lung spoke of?" That's right, just keep up the mask, fuck over the time-line, we are doing this.

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Taylor froze, halfway to the fire escape. The deep baritone voice just contributed to the scare factor. He had dealt with Lung with No issue, insulting him and acting like a greedy king. And now he was calling on her.

Slowly she turned as she stood, mechanically walking over as the people she wanted to 'save' all got back on their giant monster dogs and dashed off. Fire licked at the corners of Bahamut's mouth, and she finally had a chance to truly take him in.

7 feet of slim swimmer muscle, not bulging like a body builder but still clearly defined. He wore black pants that flapped with the small breeze, his long clearly 3-4 foot tail swishing idly as his slitted pupils, cat like really, stared her down like a cat that caught a particularly interesting mouse.

"Uh, Um." Mentally, she was freaking out, trying to shunt everything she could into her swarm to ease the burden on her as he crossed his arms. His finger nails were more like claws, golden scales covered his arms and a portion of his torso. Long jagged horns adorned his head, curling inward, his eye shined with warm amusement.

"Take however long you need, I understand my appearance can be considered rather… Ephemeral." And wasn't that an understatement, honestly, if he was her age Emma would most definitely- She slapped herself, causing confusion to overcome the man's face, highlighting the scales on his neck that stopped on the edge of his jaw and just under his eyes on the cheek bone.

"Uh, nothing to worry about. Nope, nothing at all." The sound of an engine gunning roared across the open night sky, growing louder as the rider grew closer. His head tilted, long orange hair with black roots flowing in the wind with a lusciousness she wished she could have with her hair.

"The master of Armaments is on his way, if someone from the Protectorate guild shows their face and finds two ne'er-do-wells fighting, they are not inclined to let either walk away." His baritone voice snapped Taylor out from her pondering.

"Come, Skittering one, we should pay lip service to the guild master." The way he spoke reminded her of Myrddin, causing her to cringe back. With a wave of his hand, Lung had turned back to normal. And that's when she finally had it click, he had turned the man into a COW.

Flames licked the sides of his mouth as he exhaled, and then he was crouching next to the downed Dragon, poking at him with a clawed finger. Long since the fight started had lung's men fled, leaving their weapons on the ground as they ran.

Soon at the end of the street arrived Armsmaster, the bike he was riding slowing to a stop approximately 20 ft away. Clearly on edge, his Halberd was always within reach of an Arm. "You gonna fight me?" He questioned as he stepped off the bike, the suspension kicking in and raising it up higher.

"Welcome to the field of battle, Master of Armaments, I am Bahamut." She watched from the rooftop as he gave a small nod. "Right." He continued to stand at the ready, just waiting for the ball to drop. Probably because he assumed, due to Bahamut's more eastern features-

"No, I'm not one of the False Dragon's subordinates. The King of Dragons would never stoop so low as to server another." He said it with such confidence and bravado that she just… couldn't believe him. "You're telling the truth," Armsmaster said. His shoulders easing up as he walked forward.

"Skitter, did you inject him with any venom?" Before she could react, Bahamut was back to looking at her, Armsmaster joining him. She quickly ducked under the small about of cover she had as she barely unleashed a quiet "No."

"Do forgive Skitter, it is both of our debut's" Bahamut shrugged as armsmaster nodded, sticking the tip of his weapon into the False dragon's shoulder. "You're both new faces, that makes sense."

"And do understand, that she hasn't decided on a name, I just called her Skitter because of how I heard her moving around." Bahamut waved nonchalantly. Getting a nod from the other man, All Taylor wanted to do at the moment was skitter into a hole and die.

"Understood. Have either of you thought of joining the Protectorate?" He seemed to make idle conversation as he started welding him under a steel cage on the sidewalk. "Ah, good guild master, you are already aware of my stance!" Bahamut spoke with pride, a deep laugh bubbling from his chest as he started walking off.

"I'm afraid I have to go find this one's young explosion mage!" Armsmaster tensed at that, obvious drawing on experience of interacting with Myrddin. "He has another cape on his team that specializes in something to do with explosions? You could work with us, make the entire process easier on you and us."

Armsmaster offered, now ignoring Taylor, who started to slowly slink off. "A threat like them shouldn't be ignored, Master of Arms. I'm afraid she'll disable the entire swordcoast's lights out." Bahamut's back changed, scaly wings growing to an impressive 13ft long wingspan.

"I wish you luck, Guild Master, when I've captured the explosive mage I shall drop them off outside your room." With a gust of wind, Alaster Leistung, otherwise now known as Bahamut, flew off into the night sky.