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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 12, 2022 13:34:28 GMT -5
Prologue – In The Minutia And The Nuance There's A Cloud Heavy Above The sun has set behind the Seattle skyline. Bit by bit, the lights turn on in the towers of glass and concrete, creating beacons against the dark. One in particular seems to shine brighter than most, though if you asked anyone seeing it to tell you exactly why, they would find themselves unable to answer.How the fuck does a 34 storey office building feel creepy?Standing at Harbor Ave Vista Point, Bloodied Fox looks out across Elliott Bay with binoculars. He lowers them, frowning as he continues to stare at his destination.Because you know who's in it. Also, 34 storeys? That's the same height as the Nakatomi Plaza!Brandon Harding sits on a railing beside his husband, grinning at his observation as he finishes the last bite of a McGriddle. Fox gives him a mildly despairing look.Seriously? We're about to walk into a building full of bleeding edge future tech owned by your psychotic half-brother and fight your other, painfully obnoxious, half-brother, and your key thought is how many Die Hard references we can make?Brendan shrugs, balling up the wrapper for the shouldn't be delicious but really is fast food treat and tossing it expertly into a nearby trashcan.Laugh or cry, hon, laugh or cry. After all, you know we're walking into a trap, right?Well obviously. It's just up to us to be smarter than they're expecting. Speaking of which...Fox pulls out his phone, tapping a message and sending. He waits a few moments, before two WhatsApp notification pingss indicate he's gotten replies.They're ready.And Dr Zen makes three.Brendan hops down from the railing.You?Fox puts his phone away.As I'll ever be. Let's do this shit. The lobby of Dread Wolf Industries currently could best be described as looking like a military checkpoint. Security guards arranged behind barricades study the front doors fiercely, tasers at the ready. At the back of the room, a decidedly displeased looking Misha Constantine leans against the reception desk, glowering at the backs of heads. Behind the desk, Johnny Five idly spins around on an office chair.Mishy, I thought you wanted this fight to be one on one? I get why I'm here, but what's with all the rent-a-bacon?Misha doesn't even bother looking at him as he replies.Dread Wolf wants them here. He seems to think Fox will be bringing an army with him. Presumably thinks he's watched Lord of the Rings too many times.Eh, I figure he's more of an Avengers: Endgame guy.Johnny stops spinning long enough to look at Misha steadily.You think he'll come alone?No. Fox isn't quite that stupid. As noble as he insists he is, he'll bring some assistance. His husband, perhaps a few of the other fools who orbit him. But when it comes down to it, he'll challenge me alone. Johnny nods, then looks at Misha uneasily.And then you want me to jump him for the two on one?Misha turns his head sharply, giving Johnny a death glare.No! Fox is mine and mine alone!Johnny raises his hands in surrender, Misha turning his head back away after a long moment.You have your task, Johnny. Stick to that.Okay.A pause, then:You really think that will be tonight too?Misha allows himself a small smile.Oh I'm counting on it...
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 13, 2022 14:09:58 GMT -5
Part One - Alright You Motherfuckers... Johnny stared hard at the phone screen, his face scrunched up in deep concentration. He takes a deep breath, and carefully taps 5 keys. There's a moment of silence and anticipation, then his face lights up in a grin.Booyah! Got it in three!He looks over at Misha expectantly. Misha returns the look nonplussed. Johnny inclines his eyebrows. Misha sighs.Four.Ha!Johnny spins round in the office chair, arms raised in victory.I am the Wordle king!!!His jubilation cuts off at the moment the lights do. The lobby plunges into darkness. The security guards immediately begin to bark orders, taking up positions as the dim green glow of the emergency lighting kicks in. Johnny looks around startled, but Misha seems unsurprised. In fact, he's smiling.He's coming.He turns to Johnny.Get going.Grimfaced, Johnny nods and rushes off towards the stairwell as Misha returns his focus to the front doors.Alright you vulpine asshole, let's see what you've got up your slee...He doesn't get to finish the sentence. The glass entryway and wall explodes inwards, knocking the security forces off their feet. There's a moment where the only sound is glass tinkling to the stone floor, and then there is the sound of an engine. Faint at first, it grows rapidly in volume. The guards are just managing to regain their feet when it reaches a crescendo. They don't get time to brace themselves before none other than The Car That Should Not Be roars, metaphorically and literally, into the lobby, tentacles flailing wildly as it spins and circles the room. Security men are sent flying, or grabbed and used to bludgeon their comrades. Tasers fire off ineffectively, prongs not making it past the abominable automobile's shielding. In a matter of moments, not a single guard remains standing. The Car comes to a stop, tentacles retracting and passenger entry orifices opening, Bloodied Fox and Brendan Harding stepping out.Yippie kay yay, motherfuckers!Brendan, they're unconscious.Damn it!You do know how to make an entrance; I'll give you that.Fox looks towards the sound of the voice to see Misha standing in an elevator at the back of the lobby. He rushes towards him, the door starting to close as he does so. Misha simply smiles and gives him the finger as he doesn't quite make it in time. Fox snarls and slams a fist on the metal as the elevator whisks his opponent away, before stepping back to watch and see which floor Misha stops at. Meanwhile, Brendan speaks to The Car.See you on the roof after we signal for extraction, okay?The Car gives two beeps of its horn (which sounds eerily like the anguished screams of the damned) in affirmation, then reverses back out of the lobby. Brendan heads over to his husband, pausing only to superkick one particularly stubborn guard who has staggered back to his feet.Sure you don't want me to come with you?No, it's okay hon. I need to take care of Misha myself, and you've got your own thing to handle.Brendan nods as Fox looks up again, seeing that the elevator has stopped on floor 14. He heads to the other elevator, but Brendan reaches out and grabs his arm. Fox turns to see what's up, and Brendan kisses him, then leans his forehead to Fox's. Love you. Come back alive.Always do. Love you too. Always will.Reluctantly, Bloodied breaks the embrace, stepping into the elevator, taking a deep breath, and pressing the button. He takes one last look at Brendan as the door closes, and winks. The security systems and main power supply of the headquarters of Dread Wolf Industries are both controlled from a room on a basement sublevel. For obvious reasons, this fact is not publicised. Indeed, someone would have had to have spent some time in the building and doing some careful investigation to figure it out.
Which was exactly what Brendan Harding had done.
For such a small place to control something so large, it could only be staffed by technicians. The lack of trained security personnel would only be an issue if someone infiltrated the sublevel in secret, say via a sewage outtake pipe into Elliott Bay, and took the technicians by surprise and tied them up.
Which was exactly what The Esoteric Order Of Driving had done.
H.R. Car-Wolf, halfbreed child of a sexy werewolf and an eldritch car, was looking over a display of the flashing lights on an outline of the building, endeavouring to look like he knew what he was doing. Armbishi, said sexy werewolf, was looking over the restrained technicians, admiring the rather fanciful ropework holding them captive.I told you those shibari lessons were a good investment UwU!Dr Dilbert East, resident biomechanic, rolled his eyes.Handcuffs would have sufficed just as well.But all the ones I have are neoprene or have safety catch releases!Through this conversation, Bob The Immortal (Because He Is A Book), eldritch enchantment specialist and sentient hardback, fluttered about, managing to look more agitated than normal.I don't like this. At all.Look Bob, I know you don't like being this close to Canada, but we owe Bloodied Fox and Brendan Harding a great debt for their help over our time in the XHF and CAR.It's not that!Dilbert looks at him sceptically.Alright, it's a bit that, but not mostly! There is something very wrong with this place! Can't you feel it?Feel what?The nigh-on overwhelming amount of magical energy thrumming through the very walls! This building seems to be some kind of focal point for raw unmitigated mystical energy.That's because it's built to strict specifications on an intersection of ley lines.All heads (and Bob's front cover) snap towards the figure of Dread Wolf, standing beside Dilbert. There's no time for anyone to wonder how he got into room without any of them noticing, for he raises the sword in his right hand and swings with deadly precision and force. There's a moment of silence.
Then Dr Dilbert East's head topples from his body.
The body stays standing, fountaining blood for a few long seconds before crumpling to the ground. Armbishi begins to scream in panic. Dread Wolf talks two steps forward and swings for him, only failing to decapitate the lupine himbo due to Bob flinging himself into Armbishi and bowling him over. The scream stops abruptly as Armbishi's head hits the wall, knocking him unconscious. There is no silence however, as H.R. Car-Wolf roars in fury as he charges Dread Wolf.MURDERER!!! FIEND!!!Dread Wolf pivots, raising the sword again, but H.R. launches into him with the Turbo Boost Like Ma Ma shoulder tackle, knocking him back and sending the sword flying into the wall. Dread Wolf recovers quickly, ducking underneath the Sting In The Tail kick and tail whip combo and throwing a flurry of jabs into Car-Wolf's midsection. H.R. doubles over, allowing Dread Wolf to DDT him into the concrete. Dazed, the young abomination tries to pull himself back up, reaching his knees before his assailant grabs both wrists and begins to knee him in the face. Unceasingly, bone hits flesh, ichor spilling freely as the defenceless H.R. is struck again and again. His large frame begins to slump, but Dread Wolf does not stop, until...Stop!!! Please!!!Dread Wolf pauses, still holding the wrists, looking over as Bob unsteadily flutters back into the air. I... I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt Hans or Armbishi anymore.A cruel smile crosses Dread Wolf's face and he lets the wrists go. The now unconcious Car-Wolf slumps to the floor, a faint ~splat~ heard as he faceplants into the ever-growing pool of blood pumping from Dr East's headless corpse.So Bob The Immortal has a heart after all. Just as I'd hoped.What?Oh come along, did you think I arranged that little faux-trial with the exploding robot kangaroos just for amusement?Bob looks at him as blankly as a floating book can. Dread Wolf blinks.Did... did you not figure that out? They literally had 'Property of Dread Wolf Industries' stamped on them!Wait, you're saying you did that?Dread Wolf pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation.And I thought Ryan Cullen was an idiot. Yes. I needed you here. I was hoping the kangaroos would lure you, but clearly I overestimated your intelligence. So I took a more circuitous route. I stoked Mr Constantine's resentment of Bloodied Fox to a fever pitch, knowing that your friend would not back down from him. When things reached a suitable point, I suggested this place as a venue for their final battle, knowing that someone as canny as Fox would expect a trap and so call upon his allies. Namely his godson and his fellow cultists.You organised all this just to ensnare us?! But why?!Oh, nothing too onerous. I just want you to help me become a God.
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 15, 2022 19:40:24 GMT -5
Part 2 – Please Remain Calm; The End Has Arrived Brendan had made it about five steps off the elevator and onto floor 21 when the normal lighting returned. That was not a good sign. The EOD were supposed to keep the building powered down until The Car had extracted them from the roof, at which point they were to retreat back through the sewer outlet they'd infiltrated through. The power coming back on meant either Armbishi had started randomly pressing buttons, or that someone had retaken the control room for them. If that was the case...
Brendan shook his head to dismiss the thought as he began to hurry down the corridor. Hans would be capable of handling most anything thrown at him, and Bob and Dilbert were smart enough to suggest tactical withdrawal if he couldn't. They would be okay. Peter would be okay. Everything was going to be okay.
He managed to keep that idea at the front of his mind right up until he opened The Harlequin's cell with the security pass he'd stolen, only to find it empty.
He stepped into the room, looking around as if hoping that the otherwordly being who was apparently his biological father would emerge from behind one of the bits of unfathomable machinery in the room. No dice. If he wasn't here, there were really only two possibilities why: either he'd managed to escape while the power was down, or...Guess Daddy went to the corner store for smokes, huh?Brendan closed his eyes, mouthed an expletive, and turned around just in time to take a discus bionic elbow. Staggering back at the force of the blow, he steadied himself and looked at exactly who he'd hoped not to meet.
Necrophage.
Nephilim.
Desolation.
Brendan gave a smile that he didn't feel in the slightest.Ah, Nathaniel and Puppy Eater. So nice to meet you finally. Become psychos for hire since quitting NPW, hmmm?If the former XHF Tag Team champions felt slighted at being addressed so, they didn't show it. Necrophage simply grinned to reveal bloodstained teeth, as Nephilim gave a slight shrug.What can I say? Job market's a motherfucker these days.The duo began to slowly circle Brendan, who turned to keep them both in view as best he could.At least you're not blaming cancel culture.Nephilim gave an amused snort.Nah, we leave that shit for other NPW alumni.True, true. Your deal's more getting beaten by a stuffed toy.That one pressed the button. Nephilim's faux-friendly demeanour dropped and he launched himself at Brendan. Brendan ducked the clothesline attempt, but was blindsided by a punch from Necrophage. That stunned him long enough to Nephilim to lock in a full nelson, then lift and slam him to the hard floor. Necrophage was then on top of him, hands around his throat. He leaned his face in close, hissing out words.Think I developed a taste for corgi. I hear you got a plump little one at home. Bet he'd make a nice mea...Brendan headbutted him with a roar, knocking him off. He pivoted, trying to sweep Nephilim's leg, but the kick was jumped over. Nephilim moved back, assessing as Brendan regained his feet.Give it up Harding. You were doomed from the start.Gonna call bullshit on that.Brendan threw a superkick, only for Nephilim to dip beneath and rise to lock him in a leg capture position.You sure?Nephilim launched him overhead in a capture suplex. Landing with a loud thud, Brendan writhed in pain, while Necrophage got back up, blood drooling from his nose.Why do you think Dread Wolf was so happy to arrange for you to be in JROK? Pay for your accommodation and transport? He got to keep you in view and isolate you from Peter at the same time.Brendan wearily pulled himself back up, glowering.Bullshit.He launched forward, missing with the first punch but then catching Nephilim with a back elbow. Necrophage swung for him, only to eat a series of european uppercuts. Nephilim grabbed for a full nelson once more, but Brendan shoved him back and then hit him flush with a pele kick. Necrophage had just cleared the cobwebs when Brendan kipped up and hooked him with his legs, hitting a hurricanrana that drove his head into the floor hard enough to knock him out. He turned to look at the recovering Nephilim. I'd have to be stupid to believe anything you say.Have it your way, but what about Roza?What?Think about it. Dread Wolf sends a corporate espionage specialist, a fucking killer, to be your back up? Good way to have someone in place if he needs to grab you or decides you're no more use alive.Fuck you!Brendan swings for him, but Nephilim dodges aside before rocking him with a flurry of jabs.Eloquent counter-argument, but answer me this: why'd she get reassigned away from you? She was doing her job, after all. You were getting along well. Too well, even.Brendan glared, but said nothing.Killing a stranger's easy; someone you hate even easier. But someone you like? Care about? A guy you fucking helped propose to his future husband? You'd have to be a monster to do that, and whatever she told herself, Roza wasn't a monster. So she gets sent away. She was surplus to requirements anyway. Dread Wolf realised he could manipulate you just as well with Peter, that dipshit Constantine, and spooky deadbeat dad. And what do you know! Here you are, just in time for the endgame.Brendan looked at him for a long moment, then shrugged.I guess you're right. One thing about endgames though: you can get some seriously OP weapons.Brendan springs forward faster than Nephilim could have anticipated, leaving him no time to dodge before he is hit with the Thanix Cannon! The combination shoulder tackle and headbutt connects with brutal force, but before the other man can fall, Brendan grabs him around the midsection and hoists him up, only to drive him back down with the Tech Armour Detonation! Perhaps that might have been enough, but Brendan takes no chances. With an angry cry, he pulls Nephilim back up, going behind him and giving an inverted suplex lift, bringing him down headfirst with the Zen Driver! Panting at the exertion of such a high impact combination, he surveys the scene.Didn't even need a cannonball. Suck it, Charles.His mission thwarted, Brendan turns and exits the room. He needed to get to Peter, figure out what to do next. He hadn't gone two steps before a large hand gripped his windpipe. Air supply cut, nerves screaming, he sank to his knees. Vision fading, he struggled and raised his head to look at his assailant.
The blazing red eyes of Tarvos Duv were the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness.
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 17, 2022 13:12:23 GMT -5
Part 3 – You Feel Like You're Gonna Have A Bad Time How does it feel? To be seen as you really are?
Fox sighed. The fourteenth floor had been pitch black when he'd arrived, lacking even the dim glow of the emergency lighting. Using his phone's torch app, he'd begun exploring the seemingly barren open plan office setting. That was frustrating enough. Then the PA system had crackled to life, and he realised he was going to be subjected to Misha Constantine promo.I suppose I shouldn't be surprised everyone bought your bullshit. After all, you were just telling them what they wanted to hear. That they were inherently decent, that hard work and dedication would pay off. The usual crap.
It was like being bludgeoned to death by an angsty tumblr account.
Fox had just passed through what he could best describe as a 'gateway' of open plan office walls and was assessing a wide expanse of darkness when there was a loud mechanical ~clunk~ and a spotlight turned on, revealing in the centre a wrestling ring in which stood the owner of the taunting voice.Now I break you, and in the process break them as well.Are we actually going to wrestle, or did you just invite me to edgelord open mic night?Very droll. I'm just waiting on you to get in the ring.Misha moved back to the ropes, arms wide and palms up to show Fox he'd be allowed into the squared circle unopposed. Eyes fixed on Constantine, Fox carefully approached the ring, pulling off his t-shirt as he did so. He wasn't sure if it was nerves or the unusual venue, but his foosteps seemed to echo louder as he reached the ring apron and slid in under the bottom rope. He'd half expected to be stomped on before he got back to his feet, but Misha didn't advance, simply smiling as they faced off.Well then, shall we?Yep.They both nodded. There was a moment of stillness and silence, then as if some unseen switch had been flipped, they rushed at each other, rifling in forearm shots point blank. The heavier Fox's strikes managed to push Misha back enough for there to be space to throw a roundhouse kick. Misha ducked beneath, planting a hand and throwing a capoeira scorpion kick that Fox blocked with a forearm. He returned fire with his spinning back roundhouse the MDK, only for Misha to go underneath again, this time responding with a martelo de negativa kick that Fox barely pulled his head back in time to avoid. Flowing from one move to another, Misha swept the leg, Fox falling back to dodge and then kipping right back up, throwing an axe kick that the self-proclaimed Self-Made God whirled aside from. Misha stood back up, the two looking at each other again. Not bad for a token.Shut the fuck up and fight!Fox rushed forward, blowing straight through a Misha forearm to grab him and hit a belly to belly suplex. Fox didn't give him even a moment to absorb the painful throw before grabbing Misha by the hair and beginning to hit Kawada kicks. He hit two painful short kicks to the bridge of the nose before Misha pulled out his supporting leg to put him flat on the mat. Misha then rolled up Fox's prone form, elbowing him in the face to stun him before standing up and immediately hitting a standing corkscrew moonsault. Misha was then right back on his feet, grabbing first one wrist and then going for the other, clearly looking to trap Fox for headstomps. Before he could secure the full wrist control however, Fox kipped up again, hitting a hurricanrana. Getting to his feet, Fox runs the ropes and goes for a penalty kick, but Misha goes prone to avoid. Fox manages to stop his momentum and drops as well, grappling for control of the arm to attempt to lock in the Lament Configuration, only for Misha to squirm away. Fox grins ferally at the obvious desperation Misha showed in escaping. He holds up his fingers in small gap.This close, fucker.Misha snarled and charged, only to be met with a dropkick. Fox followed with a question mark kick, but Misha ducked, running the ropes and going for a handspring back elbow. Fox jinxed his head away from the elbow and grabbed a waistlock, throwing Misha back with a german suplex. Effortlessly however, Misha flips back and lands on his feet, grabbing the turning Fox's arm and irish whipping him into the corner with all the force he could muster. He then charged in for the Undyne's Spear spin kick, connecting and stunning Fox. Misha then began to unload with machine gun chops, firing off a dozen or so blows to the sternum before Fox shoved his way clear. Undaunted, Misha hopped up to the top rope, launching himself at the dazed Fox...
Only to be met with a cutter.
Fox panted as he dragged Misha back to his feet.And that... is called a hustle... But you're no fucking sweetheart.Fox wrapped Misha's own arm around his neck, setting up the B4 exploder, but Misha manage to wriggle loose, slapping Fox and darting to the outside to recuperate. Eyes burning in anger at the slap, Fox ran the ropes, flipping over in tope con hilo. Misha darted aside at the last moment, but Fox landed on his feet. Misha began to laugh. What's so damn funny?Misha grinned and shushed with with a finger. Fox was about to tell him exactly where he could stick that finger when he heard it. Well, less heard and more felt reverberate up from beneath his feet.
~CRACK!!!~
In the instant before it happened, Fox realised why his footsteps had sounded so different and why Misha had gone to this exact position. He tried to dive forward, but was too late to escape as the glass floor broke and he plunged down into the darkness below...
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 20, 2022 11:05:52 GMT -5
Part 4 – With Blood They Wash In The Money ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap!It is an often ignored but universally accepted fact that a theft cannot be considered successful until the thief actually gets away with what they stole.ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap!The good news was that this meant Johnny was halfway towards success. He had managed to reach the appropriately monikered floor 5 and acquire what Misha had asked him to get. Now he just needed to get away with it.The bad news was that meant getting away from the 6 guys chasing him...ohcrapohcr...~BANG~
The 6 guys with guns, to be precise.
Johnny managed to duck under the shot and sharp turned to the right, dashing through office space, vaulting over desks that his pursuers simply smashed through. Not sure if he was gaining or losing ground, Johnny chanced a glance over his shoulder. Unfortunately he did so at the exact worst moment; his foot catching on an errant power cord to send him tumbling. He rolled through, managing to not go sprawling, but found himself facing a dead end. The sound of guns cocking behind him as he slowly turned emphasised the 'dead' part.Hi guys. I don't suppose we can talk about this?The guards' facial expressions and raised firearms said no.Fuck... Johnny took a deep breath and braced himself for the end. Just as he was regretting not setting money aside specifically to hire Dance With The Dead to play at his funeral, a large figure bullrushed the leftmost guard. The others turned their heads towards the surprise interference, and Johnny seized the opening. He dived forward and tackled one of the guards, wrenching his gun from him and smacking him around the head with it to knock him out. Before the guard next to him could draw a bead on him, Johnny flung the gun full force into his groin. Understandably doubled over in agony, the man was defenceless as Johnny uppercut him as hard as he could, sending him flying. A pair of arms tried to grab him from behind, only for Johnny to toss him over with a judo throw, punt kicking the guard in the head as he did so. Now with space, Johnny turned just in time to see his saviour with chokeslamming a guard onto the other two that lay sprawled before them. Silence descended.Um, thanks.Now with a moment to process, Johnny looked at the new arrival. She, as Johnny felt safe presuming, towered over him, clearly somewhere north of 6 feet tall. Powerfully built, she was looking Johnny over herself, a small smile as she appraised him.No problem. Looked like you could use some help.Yeah, a bit. So, do you work here or something?She chuckled.Just for the night.She gestured with her head to the hard case on her back.Client gave me a shopping list for when all hell broke loose here. Guessing from the chase scene you were doing something similar.Kinda.Johnny looked about.So, I gotta... ah... get going. I guess I'll see you around or something...His face lit up as what struck him as a good idea flickered through his brain.Unless you wanna tag along? I can pay you.The tall woman looked him over again, amused.Fuck it, could be fun.Grinning, Johnny offered her his hand, which she shook. The duo headed off, stepping over the unconscious guards.So, what do I call you? I'm Johnny.Since I'm on the clock, let's go with professional name. Call me Queenpin.
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 20, 2022 17:42:10 GMT -5
Part 5 – You Feel Your Sins Crawling On Your Back There was a groan as Bloodied Fox stirred on the concrete amidst shattered glass. It took a moment for him to remember why he was here, but the pain as he planted a hand onto sharp splinters, driving them into his palm, and the lightening agony of probably broken ribs with each breath stirred the memory. That triggered a question in his mind, which conveniently was answered by approaching footsteps.Christ, you really are pathetically easy to manipulate. A little goading and you do exactly what I hoped.Fox managed to draw himself up to his hands and knees, only for Misha Constantine to kick him hard in the ribs, sending him back down with an agonized yell.Did you honestly think you could just walk in here and defeat me? That it would be that simple?Hacking, Fox rolled onto his side and spat out a gobbet of bloodied phlegm, before grinning at Misha with crimson teeth.I didn't see why not. You've lost the X*Crown on the first defence twice now.Misha froze. He looked down at Fox with an expression of furious disbelief. With an agonized chuckle, Fox managed to rise to his knees.I mean, for a guy who calls himself a self-made god, you sure do lose a lot. You lost your first X*Crown to MYOJIN, who I beat if you recall. You lost your second to fucking El Rey of all people, because you were too busy being mad at Esmeralda von Krauss for making obvious bullshit up. You lost your world title to a tag specialist, then failed to win tag titles from the second worst US President in history, largely because you treated your loyal and talented tag partner like dog shit for the sake of your ego.Misha's eyes were starting to twitch, his hands clenching and unclenching in spasm.Now you've started pissing everything away in the name of... what exactly? Being mad at me for not being an insufferable tantrum throwing infant like you? I mean, what was the fucking end game here, Misha? What is any of this supposed to achieve. You get me here and we fight and then what? There's no title to win, no trophy, no number one contendership. You beat me, by whatever nebulous criteria passes for a victory in this, and it proves what? Does what? Misha's voice came out hoarse, as though strangled by rage.You couldn't understand.Bullshit! For once in your life be honest with yourself! Is it because you think it'll finally make you happy? News flash, Misha! You'll never be happy, because you're a miserable piece of shit! Misha snapped. Screaming in rage, he launched himself at Fox, bundling him over. He straddled the Englishman, beginning to fire home lefts and rights with fists the Fox quickly realised were wrapped in barbed wire.FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU, YOU SMUG INSUFFERABLE PRICK!!! YOU DARE TRY TO TELL ME WHAT I THINK?!?!?!Fox began to laugh through broken teeth. Misha punched harder. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I SUFFERED!!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE!!! YOU TELL THEM THEY'RE NOT MONSTERS SO THEY CAN CARRY ON PRETENDING!!!The laughter faltered and stopped. Misha let his bloodied fists drop, screwing his eyes shut as angry tears began to fall.I spent my whole life being told I was broken and wrong. Now I have the chance to make it right; to shove it all in their faces and shove it down their throats until they choke on it. But how can I, when you're in the way, lying to tell them that they did nothing wrong?Misha reached down, grabbing the limp Fox's head and pulling it up towards him.You think being gay somehow makes you special. That licking their boots and pandering to them makes you a noble paragon bridging two worlds. You're not special, Fox. You're just another plucky underdog babyface. Sucking cock and taking it up the ass doesn't make you original.And hating everyone... means you are?I'm not special for being trans. I'm special for being that damn good.But all anyone remembers... is you throwing tantrums... and taking your shit childhood out on everyone else.Fuck you, you privileged cunt.Fox somehow found the energy to shake his head.Never said I wasn't... Just smart enough to know the past matters less than what I do with now...Misha gave him a look of contemptuous pity.Well what you're doing now is bleeding.True... but then there's also this.Where he found the energy, Misha didn't know. Maybe he'd been playing possum. Maybe he was just so angry pain stopped mattering. Fox pivoted underneath him, capturing his arm with his legs and catching his head in a cravate. As Misha's oxygen was cut and his shoulder joint screamed, Fox spoke in a voice of eerie serenity.I am sorry for the child you were, Misha, but I don't think they'd feel any less contempt than I do for the man you became.Misha said nothing. Fox had half-expected him to give his last breath to hurl insults. But all that came were the sounds of struggle. Fox's hold was tenacious though, and Misha faded. He didn't tap, or cry out; he simply faded into unconsciousness. It occurred to Fox that it would be easy now. No-one would blame him. Hell, they'd probably secretly laud him for it. All he had to do was keep the hold on, and Misha would go down deep enough that he'd never come back.
But he'd know. He'd know.
Fox let the hold go.
He lay there beside the barely-breathing Misha for a few moments, then he slowly set to the agonizing task of standing back up again. He needed to get to the roof and meet Brendan. They could get out of here and put this madness behind them. Focus on something productive instead of this hate. As he made it to upright, he tried to remember when it was Rumble sign ups closed.I applaud your restraint, and thank you for your help.Fox turned and found himself face to face with Dread Wolf. Before he could say anything, there was a lance of horrifying pain in his chest; worse than anything he'd ever felt before, yet somehow familiar. Almost like...
He looked down to see the hilt of the sword that had gone straight through him, piercing his heart. He looked back up into Dread Wolf's impassive face.This is poor reward for the assistance you've given me by weakening my dear brother, I know. Sadly I can't have you running around as a loose end. You're both driven and competent enough to actually be a problem, especially since I need your husband for the ritual as well. Don't worry, I'll be sending him to join you in the near future.Fox tried to say something, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was blood.You played your part beautifully, you know. Stoking Misha's hatred was easy enough, but you rose to it admirably. You kept him occupied while I arranged everything, then when the time was right you delivered Brendan and your friend in the EOD to me.Dread Wolf pulled the blade free, and Fox collapsed like a puppet with his strings cut.Give my regards to whoever you're headed to on the other side. Up or down, I'll be seeing them soon enough. Thou shalt have no other gods before me and such...Fox tried to reach out and grab at Wolf as he took hold of the unconscious Misha and began to drag him away, but he no longer had the strength for his limbs. His head soon went too, sagging to the floor as his vision darkened. Desperately, he struggled for breath, fighting even as his heartbeat slowed...
And then stopped.
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 21, 2022 13:26:49 GMT -5
Part 6 – The Pulse Returns The Prodigal Sons White.
Everything was white and the white was everything. It surrounded and enveloped and consumed him.
He couldn't speak.
He couldn't move.
He simply was, with in the all encompassing white.
Then there was a voice. Well this is quite the mess. Then there was another voice. That is one hell of a fucking understatement.Must you be so vulgar? It makes me feel better, so yes.That is not a particularly convincing argument, but I shall let it slide for now. We have much bigger fish to fry. 'Frying' is my side's speciality, traditionally speaking.True, but traditions change. Besides, neither of us has a set claim to him. He shouldn't be here yet. Yes, hence “fucking understatement”. Bloody Harlequin and bloody Discordian Court! Can't you just take him? I don't think he'd mind.You know that's not how it works. Well I'm not taking him. He's no saint, but he's not one of ours unless you're enforcing Leviticus and Paul again.Goodness no! But I can't exactly sneak him in. You know They notice. Alright, alright... Wait, I've got it!Why do I have the feeling I'm not going to like this? Because you're an absolute prig half the time. The situation is already messy due to who's involved, so how about we just sort of... shove him back?You know we're not supposed to do that! Yes, but we can't take him either! Besides, it's not like we'll need a miracle or anything. There's so much going on we can nudge something to explain it....Oh alright. I suppose they do say They work in mysterious ways. What did you have in mind? Well... Fox sat bolt upright, gasping for air. He found it came into his lungs quite easily. Trying to square that with the last thing he remembered, he ran a hand over his chest. He did not find the gaping wound he was expecting. There wasn't even a scar. Blinking, he looked around and realised there were two faces peering down at him: one he recognised and one he did not.Told you it would work!The grinning Johnny Five addressed that to the woman standing opposite, before focusing on Fox.Hey man. No hard feelings about the Junior Heavyweight title thing, yeah?Sorry, give me a moment here. I'm processing a near death experience.Oh it was a full on death experience. You'd stopped breathing and had no pulse when we found you....Okay. So I'm breathing now because...Goo.Goo?Magic space goo....Ahuh.The woman rolled her eyes.Remember that bacta gel that Betsy Granger used on Adam Sanders after he got stabbed? DWI managed to get a sample and was working on synthesising it. I was hired to steal the prototype while you and Constantine were distracting everyone. Someone...She gave Johnny a pointed look....guilt tripped me into using it on you when we stumbled onto your warm corpse while looking for your opponent. At least we know it works, so there's that.Right. Well, I'm probably going to have a breakdown over this later, but for now I'm functioning. Thank you Johnny, and thank you...?Queenpin.Queenpin?You go around calling yourself Bloodied Fox. You aren't exactly in a position to judge names.Fair.Fox stood up, feeling a disturbing lack of any aches or pains.We need to get after Dread Wolf. He's taken Misha, as well as Brendan and the EOD.Oh I know. I've been following #XHFHouseOfWolves on twitter and keeping up with what's been going on. Misha sent me to grab something from the labs too, but I couldn't get it to him in time.Dread Wolf needs him alive for whatever this ritual he's planning, so there's still time. We just need to figure out where he is.Oh that's simple!It is?Well yeah! This guy's a full bore super villain, and if my extensive MCU watching has taught me anything it's that the villain's plan will always come down to a giant sky beam. Since a sky beam needs sky, he's gonna be on the roof.Fox blinked. He looked at Queenpin, who shrugged.Fuck it, I haven't got any better ideas. Lead the way...
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 23, 2022 9:26:35 GMT -5
Part 7 – The Trigger Warm, Anticipating The roof of Dread Wolf Industry headquarters was abuzz with activity. Technicians checked cables and control panels. To one side stood members of The Discordian Court: Samael calmly observing all that was happening as Glimmergrin tittered quietly to himself and the unmoving Tarvos Duv stood over the kneeling and restrained forms of H.R. Car-Wolf and Armbishi. On the other idled Necrophage and Nephilim. In the centre of all this, suspended in cruciform pose, were The Harlequin, and flanking him, Misha Constantine and Brendan Harding. On the floor surrounding them were daubed sigils and symbols, themselves but component pieces of some larger design that hurt the eyes to witness.It's done.Bob the Immortal floated down, having apparently gone up high to observe the work in it's totality. Upon being addressed, Dread Wolf stepped out through a cluster of technicians who were consulting with him and joined the sentient tome.Excellent.I kept up my end of the bargain. Now release them.But I'm not the one holding them.Bob rotated, looking over at the Discordian Court. Glimmergrin waved. He turned back to Dread Wolf.But... you gave your word!I said I wouldn't hurt them, and I will not. I've simply handed them to those gentlemen over there. Apparently they're very eager to do some vivisecting. They think it'll be very educational. Besides, there is something that should concern you more.What?I said I wouldn't harm them. I never said I wouldn't harm you.Dread Wolf dashed forward before Bob could react, bringing a lighter up to those ancient pages.NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!H.R.'s anguished cry mixed with Bob's agonized screams as he went up in flames, his hardbook form engulfed and swiftly collapsing into ashes. Dread Wolf smiled, face lit up eeriely in the murderous glow.My child, there is still time to stop this. You still have a choice.The Harlequin's voice was serenely calm as he addressed his son. Dread Wolf turned from the last Bob's remains floating to the ground, his smile unchanged.You say that as though this isn't something I've chosen to do, father.True, but it is a poor choice.You'll forgive me if I don't consider your opinion unbiased.Perhaps, but we both know that I see all the paths fate has to offer. None of them beyond what you intend to do next end well for you.Damn fate, and damn you. When this is over there will be no fate but what I choose.You truly believe that I control fate?Oh no father, I am under no illusions you are anything but a puppet. What you don't understand is that my plan involves far more than just you or my lesser siblings.Dread Wolf turned away, heedless as he strode through the pile of ashes that had once been Bob. The Harlequin sighed.I am sorry, my children.Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it doesn't.Misha, for once, shut the fuck up.Any further discussion was curtailed as Dread Wolf, now standing in what from above seemed to be a focal point of the design, signalled to the technicians. Levers were thrown and dials turned. Energy flowed into conduit and the design began to glow, first red then gold. All three men hanging were consumed by light, golden tendrils beginning to reach down from them towards the design. Brendan and Misha seemed discomforted by what was happening to them, but clearly it was worse for The Harlequin. The light consumed him, quite literally, encasing his whole form as he let forth an unearthly wail. As the light sped along the design and flowed into Dread Wolf, The Harlequin's body simply ceased to be. The space it filled was empty, his face dropping to the ground and shattering. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The light faded, and all was silent. Nice light show, but I've had worse.Misha's bravado simply made Dread Wolf laugh.Oh brother, I have no desire to see you perish just yet. All I did was take our father's power, including your and Brendan's share. Only once what comes next is complete, once you have witnessed me achieve in actuality what you merely proclaimed in metaphor, will you both be allowed to die.No-one else is dying today.All heads turned as through the roof access door walked Bloodied Fox, followed by Johnny Five and Queenpin.Peter!Uncle Bloodied!Foxy! UwU!Dread Wolf looked the new arrivals with incredulous fury.Impossible! I killed you!Well clearly you suck at murder. Now back down and let everyone go before I show you how it's really done.With the speed of anger, Dread Wolf turned to the technicians.Initiate stage two! Now!!!The design began to burn bright, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. The light thrust itself into the sky, seeming to tear a hole in it with thunderous sound that reverberated through the soul. A torrent of light poured down, hammering into Dread Wolf, pushing him to the ground. He screamed as it entered him. In but a few seconds it was over. Once more all was quiet.
Slowly, carefully, Fox approached Dread Wolf's unmoving form. He reached out a foot and poked him with his toe. Nothing. Fox looked over to the technicians. What the fuck was that?The first step to divinity.Dread Wolf was up. Fox turned to face him just in time to take a palm strike to the chest that sent him flying backwards. Johnny and Queenpin charged in, only for Johnny to be hit with a backfist that sent him skidding right to the edge of the roof, while Queenpin as grabbed and effortlessly lifted high, then chokeslammed down so hard the ground cracked.Claiming my birthright was simply the facilitation of my true plan. I needed his strength to absorb greater amounts of energy.Dread Wolf walked over to the stirring Fox, grabbing him by the shoulder and wrenching him up.There are an infinite number of alternative universes that the portal technology we have here can reach. We just opened a gateway to the inception of one and I consumed its energy. Now that we have proof of concept, I can drain the mulitverse dry and become a god to rule over this one.I think not.Dread Wolf twitched in annoyance as he was interrupted once again. He tossed Fox down and turned. Whatever he had anticipated seeing, it was not the severed head of Dr Dilbert East mounted on a robotic endoskeleton.Do none of you people stay dead?Death is irrelevant when one is a master of re-animation. In the 30 seconds before brain death occurred, I was able to bite down and crack open a false tooth containing my patented fluorescent green liquid to ensure my survival. Then I simply waited until you left, then I signalled for aid.And who exactly do you imagine will come to your aid?Mine? Not many. But Mr Fox over there is quite the popular fellow...Before Dread Wolf can retort, there is heard the furious beating of tiny wings as The Car That Should Not Be crests the side of the building and lands. Its portal opens and it begins to disgorge a veritable horde of familiar faces: chunky lothario luchador Big Bone and his tiny blue sidekick Mono Despiadado; the hulking ursine form of wrestling bear Triple B; JROK's own Roza Pavlichenko; and multiple giant blobs of writhing ectoplasm that could only be shoggoths. To complete the set, a small furry form darted over to Fox, yapping happily and nuzzling him.Sir Borkington? It's not safe here!The corgi simply wagged his tail, apparently decided that his 'pop pop' needed his help.I never thought I'd be the one to say this, but it looks like you're outnumbered.Dread Wolf turned from the cavalry to see that Misha and Brendan were both now free of their restraints. The headless corpse of Dr Dilbert East that was now giving him the middle finger explained how. Re-animated bodies function separately from their heads. Handy, that. Dread Wolf turned in a circle, looking at the forces now arrayed against him. He stopped as he faced Fox, who simply grinned.Alright, you motherfucker...
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 23, 2022 16:49:51 GMT -5
Part 8 - ...Let's Get This Party Started! There was a moment of stillness, then chaos erupted. Dread Wolf launched himself at Fox, who just barely dodged under a blow that he was fairly sure would have taken his head clean off. Before Wolf could pursue Fox, the shoggoths threw themselves at him, swallowing him for the time being with their protoplasmic mass. The fists punching through them suggested that would not be a long term solution.
Brendan meanwhile had gone straight at the two members of Desolation, the sides even this time as Roza joined him. The two sides went straight to exchanging strikes, as Sir Borkington rushed over and nipped at heels with gusto.
On the other side of the roof, The Discordian Court watched the situation devolve. Deciding that their presence was no longer necessary or desirable, Samael wafted his censer and carved a rift in space and time, as Glimmergrin and Tarvos Duv hauled H.R. Car-Wolf and Armbishi up. Their planned escape was stalled, however, as Triple B padded in between them and the portal, roaring in rage. Distracted, Samael didn't see Big Bone launch Mono Despiadado at him in his patented Monkey Bone manuever. The screeching demonic monkey barrelled into the elderly looking man, sending him stumbling through the rift. As Glimmergrin abandoned Armbishi to try and capture Mono Despiadado, the restrained Car-Wolf managed to trip him, knocking him into Triple B's grip. Subsequently, the bear launched him through the portal as well with a beary-to-belly suplex. Before he could do anything else, however, Triple B found himself toe to toe with Tarvos Duv; the bull and the bear exchanging vicious blows with all their considerable might.
Fox meanwhile had made it to the control area, where he found a whole group of unconscious technicians and an annoyed looking Misha trying to work a control panel.Please tell me you've got some way to depower him.From here, no. There might be another way, if Johnny...If I found this thingy?A grinning Johnny stuck his head round the bank of machinery, waving something that could best be described as an especially spiky sonic screwdriver.Exactly! Good work.Glowing at the rare compliment, Johnny joined them, handing over the device. Misha looked it over.So this is what he had you looking for?Yeah. Mishy figured either Cullen or Wolf had had some kind of direct energy transfer device made in case this whole portal method turned out to be a bigger lie than the cake.As Fox chuckled at the game reference, the fight between Desolation and the reunited Brendan and Roza was heating up. Managing to shove Brendan back, Necrophage and Nephilim went for Desolation Test, their version of Total Elimination on Roza, only for her to duck. Necrophage went careening over her, while Nephilim was caught by Brendan and lifted into a Zen Driver, knocking him out cold. Necrophage clung grimly to the side of the roof, only to look up and see Sir Borkington look down at him.Nice doggy...Sir Borkington gave him the most malicious canine grin possible. Guessing his fate, Necrophage began to chuckle.Well, I gotta appreciate the irony...Sure enough, Sir Borkington bit Necrophage's hand, forcing him to release his grip. Laughing maniacally, he plunged down into the darkness and his doom.
Across the roof, Triple B was finally gaining the upper hand over Tarvos Duv, the black bear beating down the black bull. Gripping the bovine head with both massive paws, Triple B wrenched hard with a bellow. In a shower of gore, he ripped Duv's head from his neck, holding it aloft and roaring in triumph as dark blood sprayed him. Big Bone meanwhile untied the captives.Thank you, noble and curvaceous hero! However can I repay you?Well, I am sure we can trabajando algo...Having finished looking over the device, Misha nodded.Alright, this should work. I'll need to get close to him though.Are you kidding me? That guy could punch through a truck!Yes, but if we don't stop him now, he'll just keep eating universes until he could punch through the sun.Going right up to him is a death sentence!Well, given you said I'd never be happy it's not like I have a great deal to live for. Fox looked at Misha, then looked away guiltily.It's not like you weren't saying what everyone else was thinking, Fox. I know I'm bitter and broken, so let me do something good for once, yeah? Think of it as cleaning up after myself.Grimfaced, Fox nodded. Misha looked at Johnny, who seemed on the verge of tears. He held out his hand to Misha, who took it in his grip before pulling him in for a hug.I'm sorry I wasn't much of a friend, Johnny. Look after Liz, and tell her... tell her she was right.Misha placed his forehead against Johnny's, then stepped round the bank of machinery.
Having figured out that punching was far less effective than rending, Dread Wolf had begun clawing apart the shoggoths. Lumps of gooey sentience lay splattered around him as he finally finished the last of them off. He barely had a moment to wipe stray ectoplasmic mass from his shoulder before Misha charged in at him. In a blur of movement, he had his arm up and thrust it forward. Fingers cut through flesh like butter. He smiled into Misha's shocked face.Now what exactly did you think you were achieving by doing that?The shock fell from Misha's face, and somehow through the agony of his half-brother's arm clean through him, was replaced by a smile. He motioned down with his head. Dread Wolf looked down to see some kind of device had been shoved up underneath his ribcage. He looked back up, eyes wide.No!Misha nodded. Desperately, as golden light began pouring out of him, Dread Wolf tried to shake Misha off his arm. Even as he ragdolled in horrific pain though, Misha held the device tight with one hand, the other gaining purchase by ramming his thumb through Dread Wolf's eye socket. Flailing wildly, Dread Wolf stumbled backwards, everyone else there staring in horror at the gory tableau. Somehow, the pair did not pitch over the side of the roof. Rather, as though pulled by a magnet, Wolf's backsteps took them to the still open portal of The Discordian Court. Teetering on the edge, Misha used the last of his strength to headbutt Dread Wolf full in the face, the joined duo falling through the eldritch gateway, which closed behind them.
The rest was silence.
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 25, 2022 17:58:36 GMT -5
Epilogue – I Set A Fire Just To See What It Kills The flashing red and blue lights of emergency services sirens reflected off the ruined glass front of Dread Wolf Industries headquarters. A coroner's tent covered what could be presumed to be where Necrophage dscovered it was not the fall that kills you but the sudden stop at the end. Police led Nephilim and various DWI employees away for questioning, while also dealing with an irate Donzig demanding to know why he wasn't allowed in to make a cameo. Amidst all this, the survivors make their way out. Roza was supporting a battered Brendan. Queenpin comforted a clearly distraught Johnny. H.R. Car-Wolf was carefully carrying a pile of ashes in his large clawed hands. Armbishi and Big Bone were in deep discussion, the werewolf riding on Triple B's back. Dr Dilbert East's head was trying to direct his decapitated corpse, only to find it increasingly wilful. Trailing behind them, Sir Borkington in his arms, was Bloodied Fox. Somehow seeming alone amidst a crowd, he stared ahead solemnly with a hollow gaze.
The sunlight shines and sparkles on the glass front of what was Dread Wolf Industries headquarters. The signage is all being changed. In the CEO office high above, Queenpin stands before a desk, smiling the smile of someone handsomely paid for a job well done. Behind the desk sits a face fans of CAR will find familiar. They would not be surprised when the new signs read Brie Mason Industries (Not Affiliated With The Freemasons).
In the stylish and sensual boudoir of Big Bone, we voyeuristically witness post-coital relaxation. In his super king sized bed, Big Bone smokes a joint. Not one to bogart, he passes it to his left to Armbishi, who enjoys a drag before offering it to his left. A still slightly confused looking Triple B declines.
In the respectful quiet of the graveyard, Johnny and his sister Liz stand before freshly dug earth. They have arms around each other's shoulders for comfort as they view a tombstone.
In the sulphurous darkness of the City of Dis, the Discordian Court is assembled. Samael, Glimmergrin, Carrion, and the newly restored Tarvos Duv, as well as other infernal servants, stand before an elevated throne. Risen from it, ranting animatedly in some infernal tongue, is a powerful looking beast beyond all human description save that he is clearly angry. It seems safe to assume the cause of his anger is the failure of his minions to gain anything from their alliance with Dread Wolf. Just as he seems to be reaching an apex for his enragement, he stops short. He looks down to see his own heart in the golden armoured hand of another, punched clean through his chest. The piercing arm withdraws, and the Discordian King collapses to his knees. This reveals a figure in ornate armour behind him, masked and helmeted. With his free hand, the figure reaches into the flesh at the back of the King's neck and grips hard. With a wrench, he pulls back, taking the King's spine and head. The headless corpse falls and is kicked unceremoniously down the steps leading to the throne. The head is casually tossed after it. The figure in the golden armour steps across and seats himself on the throne, looking down at the subjects of his victim.
As one, they kneel before him. Watching in satisfaction, he removes his helmet. Taking a bite into the still beating demonic heart, Misha Constantine smiles as he surveys his new empire. The Self-Made God-Emperor has his throne.
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