The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen(And others)

"POOOOWWWWEEEEEEERRRR!....sorry"

*Adriel straightens to his full height... now taller than he once was around nine feet tall, the glow surrounding him is on the verge of being painful to look at. and when he talks, it has a strange, resonating quality, like someone standing behind you is echoing his words directly into your ear* 

"This... You have made me a living saint, xeno. I can feel the emperors light."

Cyra: *Looking upon cyra, even for Amo, hell even for Lir is now a dicey prospect. When someone says the word "Perfect" Cyra is what they are describing, she has just enough muscle in all the right places, nothing is too much, nor too little, her flowing jet black hair seems to have a life of its own, waving as if in a gentle breeze, even in the still air.*

OOC. we had a musician like that.... there is a myth that he always had a fan attached to a frame he wears and its making his hair blow back even when standing still indoors...
IC:
*beside Ariel, stands the golden familiar fox, shining its golden light*
*the lights and smoke begins to subside above the moat. Meanwhile, Lir is currently a bit taller than she was before, and under her armour, she is the epitome of a non-slutty-female warrior, rippling with muscles of inhuman strength, hidden under a layer of soft tissue. Her armour has turned into a distinct non-chaosy design of full plate, still of rust-red colour and drake themed, but with much more of a curvy and angle-y design instead of the random jagged edges and mishappen shapes from before. Her axe also looks like it could cut a titan in half.... looks anyway.... uhm..... i never really described her, did i.... okay.... Ponytailed back-length hair of the fiery red design... now positively looking like it is on fire, the way it seems to burn within, along with her eyes that have irises as red as the fires of hell itself...*
Amo: ...and to think you doubted my word.... ill accept the apology whenever....
*amo is remarkably unchanged from before...*
Amo: now then, i suggest we leave before.... *a roar so loud and angry that it blots out the astronomican can be heard, felt, and generally perceived*..... *sigh*...before that happens....

OOC. okay, ive gotta sleep now... work tomorrow...today and all that....
ill be back in.... 7-8ish hours....

Adriel: "It appears I misjudged you... eldar." *The blood adorning his armour has gone, leaving a cloud of floating golden dust. He looks at lir, notes her changes, then turns to his side, and sees Cyra, before his own transformation, he would have been at her whim at the first glance, even now, it takes will for him to turn his head away*

Amo: yes, yes. Im sure your newly found raging boner is just about ready to rip through your powerpants, but perhaps you should hold it until we leave the realm of the blood god we just heard being really angry? Still, nice bod, assistant.

Cyra: "I was wrong before... this... is true perfection."

Adriel: "I have to agree, we're still not strong enough."

Amo: *as he starts walking away from the moat* obviously. Still pissy about being ripped from the bosom of slaanesh....*looks at ariel* and the imperium....?

Lir: ...I feel.... powerful......

Adriel: "The emperor continues to be my liege, eldar. You convinced my that I can better serve him here."


Cyra: "you overestimate my loyalty."

Amo: Wow, so much for faith in leadership....

OOC hey bitches

OOC: Yay.

The fiend has stopped still, seeming to be glaring at the floor

*amo encounters him on their way*
Amo: Oh, there you are... havent seen you since the whole chaos and mayhem of a battle... .....are you going to attack the ground now?

he clenches his fists

Amo: .....what is it?

his whole body begins to tremble and shake

Amo: .........did i get a defective fiend?

he starts to glow, and is suddenly engulfed in a flash of daemonic light

Amo: *shielding his eyes* ....aaaand, he blew up.... im gonna have to have a talk with that warpsmith...

once it dies down the fiend is gone...in its place, a strange...astartes sized humanoid figure, in some kind of heavy, daemonic segmented armour, several long metalic tendrils protruding from its back, claw like blades extending from his wrists, along with daemonic, digi-grade clawed legs

Amo: ....now that was unexpected........

he stands up slowly, rubbing his head

Amo: .....anyone in there?

"Yes...yes...ow"

Amo: what?

"that hurt"

Amo: onviously. It was probably your first time switching forms since created.... Hm... Was it... Yes... Probably... I did not expect it to reach so far.... I must be better than i exprcted... Feeling any stronger in the soul department?

"Somewhat...." He's looking down at his body, inspecting it

Amo: ...hm.... Could be worse... A lot worse, actually...

"Likely..."

Amo: well, at any rate, congrats... Should be at least on the level of a greater demon now... Uhm... Yeah, you still dont have a name....

"...I'm not very creative"

Amo: obviously... ...fine, we can fix that issue later....

"Right"

Amo: now then, where is that horn-fetishist silver blob?

"I do not know"

Amo: oh joy.... and where did the rest of those buffoons go off to while at it.....

*shrug*

Amo: .........you are starting to annoy me..... seriously.... get some will, you idiot... go and read a book... or cook some demons for fun... whatever! You are like an empty book, except more annoying because you shouldnt be!

"....*sigh* you are very grating"

Amo: youre not the first who told me that, probably not the last one either....

"I guessed"

Amo: The point still stands though.... and exceptional thing, with an exce4ptionally dull personality...

"...I'm a killing machine, not a damn poet"

Amo: Good4 Thats something! Have you looked at Lir? She is a demon of the war god, who likes nothing more than to be in the maelstorm of battle. She is also a crazy freak who thinks blood is the answer to anything from breakfast to creating art, but at least she has something going for her.

"Right."

Amo: *facepalm sigh* ...exactly... i feel like my words are lost on you...

"hmph" he clenches his fist, inspecting his new arm

Amo: So, how does it feel to stand?

"I assume you mean in the bipedal stance....odd"