280 Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty – Death by Fashion Sense (1/2)
Wayfair was in a foul mood.
She wasn't affected by the overarching chaotic magic they were using to warp minds and wills, of course. Nor was she susceptible to their charms, illusions, and glamours, having natural True Seeing and looking right through all that stuff... which naturally made it to the MUD for targeting purposes. She had lived among the Fey, who tended to use glamour to cover up their lack of will to do maintenance or innovate new designs, and who lacked their own drive.
She absolutely loathed what she was seeing here. The lack of style and balance, the assault on the aesthetic senses... she could tell what they were trying to do, and it was so off-kilter and offensive, and they were so bad at it, that she was filled with a rather over-the-top urge to Burn It All.
On the other hand, that thing where the Luvvers want you to stand there and gape at their awesomeness and style as they cut you down? She was absolutely taking full advantage of it with her 50 Charisma shining out there with its unreal, supernatural grandeur. Way too beautiful, way too stylish, leading with bright silver death, and leaving with explosions of blood and gore, she Killed Them All.
Especially the hentai demons that were making such a mockery of her origins.
I turned off my Halo Crown so they could appreciate her all the more. After all, she was literally everything they wanted to be, except she wasn't a slave to ANYONE, and her scorn for them was blazing out the stars in her eyes.
She tore apart their attempts to make great Charm Patterns with clipped advice on which way to run, and we zipped all over the place disrupting all the mad designs they were trying to whip up. Her good horse Sama brought her in looking like a star-fallen demon, brought her away in a light-and-death show that just had them gaping after her, wanting more, more, more. She shut down their musicians, finding their carpish and erratic wailing an affront to Chaotic music and their fingering dreadful, generally fixed by silver bolts to the face. They danced and swirled, and she curled her lip and shot out their legs. If they flexed and posed, she was personally affronted that they could even think of comparing with her, and filled their chests and faces with fatally disfiguring bolts.
Of course, she snickered and blew final kisses to all the Dancers I was running through, mocking them for not knowing a real battle-dancer like she did. She crippled a lot of the Luvvers just so they could experience being trampled uncaringly to death by their own, showing them that having friends and allies in mutual respect was a much wiser life choice. She mocked them in sound and verse they couldn't help but crane their ears to hear, and they died in rapture listening to her.
She came, and they trembled with longing for her. She delivered unto them her blessing, and they trembled no more.
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Their most lethal forms of attack nullified out the gate, the Luvvers didn't last as long as either of their predecessors, much to their dismay. There were some instances where performance teams worked together with marvelous synchronicity, and as soon as it was displayed, they were primary targets and got dead really quick, poor them.
The rain stopped, the vivic flames burned, the thunder went quiet, and we didn't have to put up with the idiots anymore.
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”So... jRaztl next,” Briggs said thoughtfully, as we spent our two hours of down time in alternate forms of meditative release. With teeth!
”The lord of ambition, watching everything and sure he has the perfect plan to thwart us.” I grinned into his hairy chest. ”I'm sure he'll enjoy the show that he's put on for us.”
”So, a directed attack at the Obelisk, and tons of Casters to stop. Much more focused then these last few ones.” He rubbed my back with a huge hand, and I laid there and let his Source stream past with a zillion tickles on my Null, while he enjoyed the rock that wouldn't budge. Our Vajras were much more active, of course, revolving against one another constantly, more intimate then skin.
Superhuman sex was meant to be enjoyed at ALL the levels...
”The Brothers will be doing much less outright carnage and more Caster-snuffing. I doubt the Casters will appreciate the sincerity on their behalf, but I'm given to understand that just about all adherents of jRaztl get mutations to use spell-likes, so there's no stopping all of the magic.”
”Man, they are not going to like the Forsaken,” he mused cheerfully. ”I think we'll return the favor.” His flat nose bulged with a big exhalation. ”That means the final push immediately following...”
”Yeah.” I pushed up and looked down at him, leaning on those steely pecs, meeting those violet eyes that were so much smarter than that craggy face would indicate. ”You cool with that?”
”It's what we're here for, right?” His deep baritone descended to the floor, somehow keeping all its clarity. ”It's just that I didn't expect it so fast...”
”All games end once you're too high-level. Well, it's time to show them that this isn't a game.” I gave him a slug, which kind of bounced, kinda didn't. Yum. ”Games aren't games when there are consequences for playing them. They stuck out their toes, thinking they'd get some jollies. In doing so, they opened the door for a whole lotta whoop-ass to come in on them.” I cracked my knuckles. ”Little frogs in their little well, thinking they are something special. Time to enlighten them.”
”Can't help wishing it was someone else,” he said, self-mockingly. ”We just made ourselves too damn good, didn't we?”
”Powah Gamahs fo-evah,” I told him, and snuggled up again, as he clasped a steel-bending big hand on my back.