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the offical villain hang out
in a giant storage, in god knows where, is a place called ''the villain'' where alllll the villains in the nexus can hang and such, inside are alll the things a villain would need, and right in the middle are some chairs, each with a name on them, and in one of the chairs is rep, a.k.a, zane, known for beating the shit out of random people and going to jail, but he always escapes, how? i dont know, but anyways, what kind of bad guy shall come?, only time will tell
[the 7'3, man, Zane with his 7'1 claymore waits for some bad guys to vist,] wonder of anyones actually gonna come?
(edited by Reperzel)
c'mon it took me over a week to make this shit
A girl with a floating notepad walks in I am simply here to observe this "Villains Anonymous" gathering. It is something that I have never observed before. She takes a seat in the corner where she can see everything
ay....whoever ya, are welcome, names zane
and trust me, this is the 1st time ive done this to, so, guess this a 1st time for both of us
A butterfly with a deep black coloration would begin flying over everyone's head. It would latch onto the ceiling and sit there. Something was clearly off about this butterfly as it's mere image seemed to invoke feelings of negativity.
ehhh...why the hell does a fucking bug give a weird feeling..
I see.... Note: This butterfly seems to be a being not classified as a Solless..... Tell me creature. Would you consider yourself a Sol? A being with a sense of self?
anyways [he pulls out his banjo and plays it beautifly]
"Sense of self? What, have you been talking to that damn, Philemon or something? I am the heart of what the true self is. Within all of humanity lies a piece of me. Resting and waiting for a chance to break free." The butterfly seemed to start melting onto the floor. Dripping down with a black vicious fluid.
*A Man with suction cups is climbing outside the building*
[the fluid drips right in front of him] thats.....not weird
HEY, I WROTE YOU A SONG!
You are "Self"? She leans forward, intrigued So, then you are not a Sol. You are Sol itself. I am fascinated to make your acquaintance. This is a chance of a thousand lifetimes for one such as myself. What can you tell me of this Philemon? Is it a Sol? A Solless? Can I experiment on it? The notepad scribbles extremely quickly
A gigantic black moth creature with pure white eyes breaks down the wall. It's just enough of a hole to fit its head through. It inhales and some faint sounds come out, as if a thousand voices were whispering... Is this the Villains Anonymous meeting?
Ay...another bug...and yes tis the villain hang out
I swear this is turning into a bug hang out
(edited by Reperzel)
HEY BUG PEOPLE I WROTE YOU A SONG!
The meeting's in 3 minutes, right? I was told there would be snacks. The moth folds its wings and flops down.
A helicopter circles around the building, spotlight on, it seems to be looking for something, or someone.
IT GOES A LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS! *Suction cup man gets the guitar and strums it* YOU'RE A BITCH!
The black puddle would grow on the ground as the butterfly faded away. From the black goop a tendrils with many faces sticking out of it would emerge. The eyes of the faces would all stare at Zane. "You call yourself evil but do you even understand the sheer magnitude of true chaos? I am the original evil...I am Nyarlathotep..." The mass of faces would then turn their attention to Sakura. "Philemon? He is my opposite. The one who holds such futile beliefs for humanity. My eternal rival...yet perhaps also the only one who can understand what I am fully."
yeah....what ever...eye person....
*Shakespeare enters gloriously, hearing the song.* What a lovely, well thought out Sonnet. Clearly, there is a man here who knows of the fine arts. "You're a bitch." The words of the muses could not come up with a more meaningful phrase. Enough with thine sarcasm though. I hear that this is a glorious place of the mind of evil. So, I have come! The mastermind Caster of Red, William Shakespeare!
also, moth person, snacks in the back
*Suction cup man throws a brick at one of the Random Guys not specifying who*
and now we have mister i can read speeches man....great
*A man bald wearing a villains clothes which to everyone seems like just another villain enters*
(edited by Agent_47)
ayyy...bald person, welcome, names zane
HEY SHAKESPEARE!
I see..... I'll file you under "Unknowable" a being beyond comprehension..... Original Evil.... the act of evil? The concept of evil? The thing inside every Sol that tempts them to do evil? All of them?..... Hmm..... truly an Unknowable....... I would request a partnership with you, "Nyarlathotep" so that I may observe you and your nature. I must also find this "Philemon" .... as you speak, it may be another Unknowable...... Perhaps you hold the key to my problem.... She notices the moth Another Unknowable? An Eldrich? Tell me "One who takes the form of a moth", would you classify yourself as a Sol? One who has a sense of self?
Oh, you giant of a man! You wound me so! You think I make these speeches in advance and read them! No! I cannot perform such works of art if they did not come straight from the glorious mind of Britains greatest playwright! You think of me as a hack? My glorious globe a run down shack? Wrong! I! Am! *Shakespeare strikes a heroic pose* A Genius!
(edited by Shakespeare)
Also, MEETING IN A MINUTE PEOPLE
I WROTE YOU A SONG SHAKESPEARE! IT GOES SOMETHING LIKE THIS!! *Guitar strum* FUCK YOU!
And William, I don't care anymore, sooo
The helicopter continues to circle the building, a sniper opens the left side of the door, aiming down on his scope.
Oh fucking hell, BAD GUYS, YA KNOW WHAT TA DO
*The man took out his silverballers... but something that no one in this room know that this man was Agent 47 and his mission was to distract Rep so that the cops can get him...*
(edited by Agent_47)
The helicopter sniper does some hand signals and turns on his radio and says something, still while aiming down the sights.
The black tendril is joined by others that seem to rise directly to the ceiling. They wriggle around as the faces on them begin crying out in pain and anger. "Perhaps I should focus myself. I can be rather scattered when in my full form..." The black tendrils would swirl around one another as their form seems to melt down into a much more humanoid shape. From the black mass a average looking businessman with brown hair and gleaming red eyes emerges. His suit is a mix of black with white stripes and his face could almost be described as kind but there's a manipulative seeming undertone to him as well. "A familiar form feels good. Haven't even been around this world for a while but it's already sickening. Can't wait to reduce this place to cinders again." The man would focus upon Sakura with a sly grin. "Partnership? Tell me, what exactly would I gain from that? I don't do something for nothing you see."
(edited by Persona)
*Shakespeare rolls his eyes at suction cup man* Yet another glorious poem. You must teach me how you come up with such great wordplay while the farce you call a show plummets to the depths of Hades where it belongs. Woe is the man who chooses such a terrible screenplay over my magnificent works of art. Ah. But the man behind you is one such imbecile, is he not? A fool who does not know his own place in the world lest he uses the face of another.
OOC: Mind if I npc a random criminal here?
OOC: I hate saying 'Mind if I', so I can? Yes?
yeah, any villain can join
YOUR A BIIIITCH!!!!
*Agent 47 shoots Reps legs before leaving*
OK E-OWWWWWWWWWWW, FUCK, ME LEG
A thug heads into the warehouse, the sniper takes the shot, eliminating the thug in the head, the sniper was silenced. The thug had a big hole, bloody, the bullet went through his head.
Yes.. Mozart is no sweeter than the hatred in your voice! Oh! Glorius! I love it!
A familiar laugh is heard in the distance Heheheh! I, Richard Milhous "Dick" Dastardly, am back! And I have a full proof plan that certainly will not go wrong! Since all these villains are gathered up I can take them out all at once so they won't pose any threat on my goal of winning the Wacky Races! Yes! Without them, nothing will stand in my way! Heheheh! Its brilliant! He quickly turns to his car which has a giant laser gun on the hood pointing at where all the villains are gathered. He quickly types in some things on a keypad near it then looks at where the villains are rubbing his hands Heheheh! The laser is not shooting What the!? Hey come on now! Dastardly quickly fiddles with the control panel and watches again rubbing his hands and laughing...but yet again nothing Oh phooey! This is why I should never trust those pop up ads on the internet! He then tries once more while twirling his mustache, but nothing comes out but a poof Work you piece of junk! Dastardly gives it a good kick. The laser gun comes to life and spazzes around for a bit before charging, Dastardly laughs maniacally as he rubs and twirls his mustache. But as the laser goes off the gun quickly points towards Dastardly and fires. All that remains is a pile of black dust and Dastardly's hat
A familiar laugh is heard in the distance Heheheh! I, Richard Milhous "Dick" Dastardly, am back! And I have a full proof plan that certainly will not go wrong! Since all these villains are gathered up I can take them out all at once so they won't pose any threat on my goal of winning the Wacky Races! Yes! Without them, nothing will stand in my way! Heheheh! Its brilliant! He quickly turns to his car which has a giant laser gun on the hood pointing at where all the villains are gathered. He quickly types in some things on a keypad near it then looks at where the villains are rubbing his hands Heheheh! The laser is not shooting What the!? Hey come on now! Dastardly quickly fiddles with the control panel and watches again rubbing his hands and laughing...but yet again nothing Oh phooey! This is why I should never trust those pop up ads on the internet! He then tries once more while twirling his mustache, but nothing comes out but a poof Work you piece of junk! Dastardly gives it a good kick. The laser gun comes to life and spazzes around for a bit before charging, Dastardly laughs maniacally as he rubs and twirls his mustache. But as the laser goes off the gun quickly points towards Dastardly and fires. All that remains is a pile of black dust and Dastardly's hat OOC: That was, well, fast.
FUCK,FUCK,FUCK,FUCK,FUCK, MY LEG
Name your terms Unknowable Nyarlathotep, As long as no harm comes to myself, I am willing to consider almost anything for the sake of gathering knowledge. Such is my nature.
7 swat members rappel down from the helicopter, a speaker turns on the helicopter. "Drop your weapons, criminals, hands behind your head! We have you surrounded fuckers!"
OH FUCKING HELL, 1ST MY LEG, NOw THIS
LOOK AT ME GO *Suction cup man disappears into the night like a ninja and suction noises are heard*
"My desire is always the same. I wish for the demise of the one known as Tatsuya Suou. If someone were to agree to get rid of that pest for me then I'd grant them amazing power but you should know...double crossing a being like me isn't wise." The man with a tired sigh would point to Zane. "And certainly anyone could do better than this one I had Izanami grant some of my power. He's gotten himself arrested more times than I can count...truly a failure."
(edited by Persona)
WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL, FUCK YOU TO MATE
A sniper shot hits reperzels legs from afar. "Recoil is off lately... Reminder fix that."
Ah yes. This giant of a man has a habit of finding himself in the iron grasp of the law. Yet he finds a way to vanish from their sight and reappear unharmed moments later. He is a trickster of the ages. Annoying, crass but respectable in his art. A true master of cowardice.
OWWWWWWWSS, FUCK, ME OTHER LEG,
*Mission complete*
A sniper shot hits reperzels legs from afar. "Recoil is off lately... Reminder fix that." OOC: Silenced?
The man would give Zane an annoyed look. "Don't kid yourself, worm. If it wasnt for my power you'd be dead long a Good if you prefer I can reduce you back to your prior state. Would that make you more competent?"
Tomorrow is Friday. We so excited.
The swats move in, deploying breaching charges. One on the roof, one on the windows, two of them on the doors, the swats line up, as they prepare for a breach & clear.
(He gets back onto his chair) LISTEN, IDC RIGHT NOW, I JUST GOT BOTH OF MY LEGS SHOT
A deal that punishes me when the costs outweigh the gains. An unlikely deal, as I must lessen my own suffering as much as possible, for I am a Sol. My own preservation must always be a top priority. I shall however, give it a chance. I shall observe this "Tatsuya Suou", gauge his strength against my own, and decided when my reconnaissance has completed. I hope that the deal will still be on the table when I do.
The moth wakes up from its short nap and turns to face the pesky SWATs. How rude... And this reminds me... I must deliver my hatred. Let it grow to become greater. It opens its mouth and screeches, hitting all that hear this with a wave of blinding rage.
The swats quickly get down and are blinded, they begin listening for any hostile movement, assault rifles drawn.
As The Reperzel is distracted the Sniper rifle turns into a Scythe and Dashes and Cuts off his thorax and then goes to a new sniping location.
(I don’t even know if I count as a villan or not.)
"Very well, however, I can already predict how you might react to him. He's quite energetic even for someone of his age. I do hope you're successful in your operations." The man would dismiss Zane with his hand. "Mortals...always complaining about pain. This is why I've always believed humans were selfish."
OWWWW, FUCKING HELL MATE
The moth lunges forward, knocking over one of the vans with its front legs. With its "middle set" of legs, it tries to bat away some of the puny humans.
Hmm..... So the Unknown can induce emotions into Sol's. My other half must be feeling that. Interesting....
The swats begin running all around, panicking but being sure not to pull the trigger.
(He crawls around, with His legs not working)
*Shakespeare is sitting calmly, writing in his book as this is happening.* What a wonderous day today has been.
The man would approach Zane with a smirk. "Hey, kid, tell you what. You promise to stay low and kill someone for me and I'll help you with your own problem. I'll even fix your legs as a bonus. What do you say? Not a bad deal, right? Consider it me giving you a second chance."
S....SURE MATE
*Urumi walks by* Nope... im not dealing with that shit *Urumi keeps walking*
*whispers in Urumi's ear* I'll see you Friday
A sniper shot is fired at Rebecca blacks throat.
A Lavender-haired young man walks by, this is the place he, for SOME reason keeps getting invited to. He views the carnage the giant moth is wreaking outside and sighs, just his luck isn't it? Regardless, he shakes his head and walks into the building. The young man clears his throat before addressing the room I would like to preface this by saying that I have absolutely no idea why I keep getting invited to these, I mean, its not like I go around attacking people or an..... The young man watches the exchange between Rep and Nyarly, eyebrow raised Did I come in at a bad time?
"Alright, a pleasure doing business as always." The man would snap his fingers as a shadowy aura surround Zane's legs. Suddenly the pain would begin to fade away as its replaced with an ecstasy. Zane's legs would be as good as new and another gift would burrow deep into his being. "There...I've awakened your persona to the next level. Now do me a favor and stop attacking people at random. There's only one guy I want dead, Tatsuya...Your Persona should be different now and not only that but you'll be able to control it. As a price I'll have a little bit more direct control but you shouldn't have to worry about that as long as you don't get into any trouble."
Such little resistance. The moth spreads its wings, and an invisible force assaults the soldiers' minds. Its delivery is forceful and full of hate.
Oh...k then, thanks mate
*Shakespeare picks up his book. As he leaves, he stops to greet Gamma.* Greetings, my fine fellow. It would seem this place supposedly for those with villainous intent has fallen to the madness of a midsummer's nights dream. I shall retire from it, I do believe and I suggest you retreat from here posthaste as well. Alas, I have little time remaining before my inspiration is once more lost to the ages, so I must leave. Farewell, my friend. Til we meet once more. *Shakespeare then walks off as if leaving a stage: dramatically.*
The swats suddenly begin breaching the warehouse, being reckless and throwing grenades all over the place.
Gamma waves to Shakespeare as they walk by.... So... He just claimed to be... Well, this is a villain's hangout spot after all. The lavender-haired man shrugs I.... Have only the slightest clue what on earth he just said... But I seem to have walked in here at a very terrible time, so.... I'm just gonna.. See the door again. Maybe next time? With that, Gamma waves at those still in the building and exits the door after Shakespeare casting one last curious glance around the room.
(edited by Bgammax)
Note: the Sol known as "Zane" is......... A determined creature..... She looks at Gamma, then follows him outside Not quite so fast if you will. You do not seem like the others. Tell me, do you classify as a Sol? A being with a sense of self? If so, bestow upon me your designation. Sol. Witch. Sakura_Negona.
(edited by Sakura_Negona)
Well, guess I gotta kill this "tatsuya" now.....great
Sakura catches Gamma on his way back out the door, he turns back to her with a sigh, before beginning to toss and catch a small shard of ice. No one's sure where he got it from Yes, I do in fact have a sense of self. You can call me Gamma, at least that's what I ask everyone. One of his eyebrows raises at the word "Witch", but he shrugs, obviously its something different So, like that I guess it'd be Sol. Persona-User. Gamma. Though, I must ask, what's with the Witch thing? I assume its supposed to be some description of what you do. Perhaps not a good idea to be so open about it, but who am I to judge.
Witch. Designation. Similar to human, but more in tune with magic itself. There are not many differences. Witches are usually confused for humans, as humans call any such like beings "human". Gamma. Persona. User, suffix. User of persona, denotes that said being uses sense of self as a tool or weapon. A Sol who uses their Sol as a utility. This intrigues me. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. Now I must ask another question to one ase well traveled as yourself. Have you met a woman who calls herself Negona? Long black hair. Kimono. Soulless eyes.
(edited by Sakura_Negona)
So...where to find this tatsuya?.....
Gamma tilts his head for a moment and sighs, must be new here, worth getting the basics out of the way. He brushes aside his hair before replying Personas are probably the most common ability here, as a manifestation of our self, like you noted, even that idiot Zane back there has one. The kinda Witches I’m used to.... Well, they don’t exactly talk much. But I’ll keep the term in mind. With a yawn, Gamma would glance up at the sky It’s true I have been here quite a while, but I have yet to meet a “Negona”. To be fair I don’t get out as much anymore due to some... Disagreements I’ve had, so they’re probably just fairly new
(edited by Bgammax)
*A flower pops out of the ground* Huh. This isn't Villan-Con...... Weird.
Ayyyyy, flower thing....
Howdy, snake thing. What is this place?
You have my thanks Persona-User Gamma. You may go about your business again.
Sigh......IM NOT A SNAKIPEDE ANYMORE, IS IT THAT DIFFACULT
Rather than simply leave, Gamma looks back over to Sakura, his eyes take on a more distant, analytical feeling as he sizes up the other person I do have some questions for you actually. You just wanted to ask one question, yes? Then why go to all the trouble of a proper introduction, even following me outside. It would have been far more efficient to simply ask if I had met a Negona and then been on your way after all.