You cared about Vi the same way you used to care about your wrinkly, cancer-ridden old grandma:
She was always doomed. You were just skirting around that fact.
She died two minutes ago and it hurt. Doesn't hurt as much the second time.

No, what matters about her now is where she'll end up.
Keep pushing. Don't let one more soul into G0D's hands.

>>1114439
This!

"Friend of a friend... We met in awkward way. I never got the chance to really put my defenses up around her... She could have killed me at any time. Instead she Sacrifices herself..."
FUCK! WHY?!?
Yes you care! Maybe you didn't before but goddamnit that was one of the very few GOOD people in existence! But she just had to go and prove it in death! Why?!?
...
Of course, you know why.
It's because she was around you.

(1/9) OMNI 2025/10/02(Thu)20:55 No. 1114681 ID: a6de65
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>Maybe it doesnt matter in the face of greater powers and infinately more vast things, but that doesnt mean you shouldnt care.

It has always been easier to reject your humanity. To believe you were always something wrong with the world is much easier to cope with than to believe you have always been a human with faults. That your life is something that you decide, instead of being decided for you. Because only the monsters in life get to decide. They lay out the invisible circumstances of everyone's lives. They get to shape the world. Not the ones that deserve it. Not the ones that live it.

The tenuous nature of yourself, in truth, is that you are fucked up. Yet, being fucked up doesn't make you less of a person.

In your mind, you tell yourself you didn't care, or only cared for a moment. Yet, it's a half truth. If you didn't, then her sacrifice didn't matter. If you did, then that's another good person gone. It's a paradoxical nature of care. Schrodinger's dog trapped between impossible geometries.

"No." You lie. "Friend of a friend... We met in an awkward way. Never got the chance to really put my defenses up around her..."

Haze simply nods. "I see... That was very noble of her." She grabs onto the emblem of Zir around her neck. "And yet, such an act is wasted on you."

"I know." You know.

(2/9) OMNI 2025/10/02(Thu)20:57 No. 1114682 ID: a6de65
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Haze bows her head and recites, "Great Zir, allow me your grace to enact your will and cleanse this evil from the domain of worlds."

You know you should run away. Attack her again and mean it this time. Disarm her. Yet, you still cannot find the will to move your feet, only grip your knife and summon your secondary weapon. The one you use just for her. Your sword breaker.

You know what she will do. You will feel more alive for it. And you will also deserve it. Like every other time she has hurt you.

A robotic voice responds.

[HAZIEL, ARCHANGEL 0F JUSTICE, REC0GNIZED]

[PRAYER ACCEPTED]

(3/9) OMNI 2025/10/02(Thu)20:59 No. 1114683 ID: a6de65
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The emblem reforms in her hands, casting light into the room.

Then ingests it.

(4/9) OMNI 2025/10/02(Thu)20:59 No. 1114684 ID: a6de65
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Haze dips the longsword in her hand, cuts the air to test the weight before properly gripping it with both hands. It's a different weapon to the saber she used last.

She exhales, "Don't worry, Demon. Just stay still." Her halo shrinks and retreats as she takes a step. "I will make you clean."

Haze lunges.

(5/9) OMNI 2025/10/02(Thu)21:00 No. 1114685 ID: a6de65
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[-1 STAMINA]
[-1 STAMINA]

You are nearly segmented. It stings, the divine metal still eating away at you long after its left. Your body moved on its own to lessen the impact, absorbing only shallow cuts that you feel as you breathe.

The pain reorients you, brings you back to life.

(6/9) OMNI 2025/10/02(Thu)21:03 No. 1114686 ID: a6de65
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>Care

When Haze moves to slash again, you use your secondary to parry the blade at the weakest point of her momentum. Sparks fly.

Right. You can't let Vi's sacrifice go to waste. There's still another angel skulking around here that you'll have to take care of. Fighting one with no experience would be hell for Eiko on her own.

No giving in. You drum into yourself. Don't let another one die. Take responsibility this time. Grasp the minuscule bits of life that have fallen into your hands.

Fight for it.

You zero in on the stretch of your neck.

The sting along your chest.

You wait for Haze to extend then sidestep at the last second. You slide your sword breaker along the blade and catch it in the notch. Flick your wrist. Imbalance her arms. Riposte and pierce the shoulder. Hear her hiss. Feel her move to lessen the damage. Her harness catches on the edge and rips.

Haze's hands twist, the blade half circles, backward, nearly slashing your face. You deflect once more.

Haze doesn't make the same mistake again. Her movements are practiced. Efficient. Each deflected slash is quickly maneuvered into a new one with the smallest angling of her wrists. Left. Right. Horizontal. Vertical. You feel yourself start to tire. She thrusts and your arm nearly gives.

There's another quick thrust you deflect.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Haze's blade glows as her hands swirl the longsword in the air.

(7/9) OMNI 2025/10/02(Thu)21:07 No. 1114688 ID: a6de65
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When it c\uts, this time, it hits something within you.
Options: \
>A)Taunt \
>B)Aim \
>C) Fl \ e e
>D)Disarm \
>E)Draw Spell \

[Connection Severe\d]

(8/9) OMNI 2025/10/02(Thu)21:08 No. 1114689 ID: a6de65
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It is a few minutes in the past.

You are now Eiko.

(9/9) OMNI 2025/10/02(Thu)21:09 No. 1114690 ID: a6de65
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You are doing your best with the circumstances laid out to you. It just so happens that those circumstances led to a hostage situation. All good plans that end up in disaster are just plans that can be adapted, right?

You are maybe, capital S, Screwed.

How in the black sesame sweet fuckin' mochi are you going to get out of this?

[STAMINA: 14/18]
[AMMO: 5/6]
[INVENTORY: Magic Ring, (1) Gun]

Notice the alignment of everyone here? Draw the middle two closer to you by focusing on the back two with your threats and gun. Then once they’re closer to you in a nice pyramid shape, you’ve set them all up.

A very familiar shape.

They’ll be set up like bowing pins!

Toss your hostage and score a strike, knocking them all down in one go!

Maybe you can bluff with the ring. flash it at them and do whatever looks the most like charging up a magic beam attack.

You have a gun and you have targets, apparently bullets directly to the forehead.

If you have a hostage, shouldn't you use it to make them back off?

I think, all of the above.
Back up so they bunch closer.
Activate glowy ring elements and implynyoure about to invert your hostages central nervous system
Flash the ring as you threaten the hostage to draw the eye away from the other hand readying to raise your gun.
Throw hostage into largest group.
Shoot any still standing.
Stomp down on the ones left over.

All presuming youre stronger than them sufficiently to pull it off.

(1/3) OMNI 2025/10/10(Fri)20:36 No. 1114937 ID: a6de65
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>Toss your hostage and score a strike, knocking them all down in one go!
>Maybe you can bluff with the ring.
>bullets directly to the forehead.
>all of the above.

Your head thumps in pain. Where'd all these thoughts come from so suddenly? Is your brain working extra hard to get out of this? Your eye twitches as you try to acclimate to the sudden rush of ideas.

>If you have a hostage, shouldn't you use it to make them back off?

It's been working out so far, they backed off after you grabbed this guy and chokeheld him unconscious. He was just within arms reach after you took down the first creep that tried to kabedon you. The reeking smell of tobacco from his maw-- so close to your face-- ran the last line of your patience.

You honestly didn't expect all of them to follow. The damn perverts followed the first pair of guys shirking their duty, just to catch a look.

You adjust your hold on the one you managed to knock out. He's complete deadweight you have to hold up with half your body since you aren't fully transformed. It's hard to play off. You're ankle aches from twisting it in the previous grapple, causing you to lean on your right.

>Bluff w/ Ring

The magic ring is currently tucked in your breast pocket. As much as you'd like to precure charge beam at these chuckleheads, you'd need all your hands available. And you doubt they're going to find it much of a threat based off of appearance. Besides, you're wary of using the ring, since you don't know what it does. Vex warned you that once you put it on, it will activate.

(And maybe a small part of you is afraid of how it calls out to you)

>Draw Them Closer

You point your gun at the ones off to the side, yelling with the roughest voice you can manage, "YOU WANT SOME? HAH? HAAH?"

Internally, you feel embarrassed at yourself for playing gangster. Akito was always better at playing the part. That's why he got as far as he did. You can feel strong. Act strong. But to convince people you are...

The others seem to sense your hesitation, their eyes glancing at one another as they lurk closer. Your face colors.

(2/3) OMNI 2025/10/10(Fri)20:37 No. 1114939 ID: a6de65
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You take a deep breath, your heart racing as you try to find the right angle while keeping your eyes on all of them. In the flash of a baseball pitch and all the awkward strength you can muster, you toss the hostage into the approaching pins.

[-1 STAMINA]

AAAAAAAAH! Only half a score!

The three that get rolled are down for the count. The rest look taken by surprise and you use that moment to try and shoot the last guy with a gun.

>Aim for Forehead
>Shoot any still standing.

When you aim for the head, the lethality now real, you hesitate. You didn't get a good look at the group until now. Unlike the first guy, who was always a creep, the last three are familiar. All younger than you and no better than teens. People you've exchanged conversations with on car rides back from clean up duty. However brief they were, they weren't bad.

Two are brothers. The eldest joined so he can keep an eye on his younger.

The one you aim for has the gun. The eldest. Mori. You feel your finger twitch but not pull. You know he'll use his gun. You can see it in his eyes. They don't even recognize you. Don't hesitate. Do it! DO IT!

Your hand lowers as you aim for the leg instead, a less lethal shot as you pull the trigger. He howls, you flinch. Blood pools through his jeans at the thigh.

(3/3) OMNI 2025/10/10(Fri)20:40 No. 1114941 ID: a6de65
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The youngest brother, Jun, charges at you, enraged, his bat pitches high in a swing ready to knock your head off your shoulders.

You twist your body ready to dodge and feel your ankle warn you. A sudden shiver runs down your spine. Can you do this? You can. You should. There's no reason not to. You knew this would happen. You have to.

You have to.

You have (1) action and (1) free action.

Actions:
>A) Attack (1) Guard
>B) Dodge (1) Attack
>C) _____

Free Actions:
>A) Put Ring On (It calls out to y[Y]o[O]u[U])
>B) Transform
>C) Talk


[STAMINA: 13/18]
[AMMO: 4/6]
[INVENTORY: Magic Ring, (1) Gun]

Transform as you dodge/fall on your back. Kick him in the chin!

>>1114944
Yeah! Go for the face!

(1/2) OMNI 2025/10/12(Sun)13:54 No. 1114996 ID: a6de65
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You dodge out of the way, the bat singing past your ear. Feel your nerves steel. Your thoughts center into the fight. Tamp down the hesitation.

By will, your body transforms, muscles growing and bones twisting to accommodate the extension of anatomy. It's smooth, just aches. Unlike when you were a pup and felt the growing pains each time you'd shift. Now it just feels like you're extending yourself, stretching out your limbs after cramping them into the shape of something weaker smaller. Your clothes stretch and tear in certain places, the fabric not made to take the strain. A pang of regret hits you, but you can repair it later.

You tower over them, heads apart in height, with the tallest at hands reach. As a wolf, you were always taller than your brother, whether he was shifted or not. It always felt weird... You didn't like standing out. Didn't like embracing that part of yourself.

(2/2) OMNI 2025/10/12(Sun)13:57 No. 1114997 ID: a6de65
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Jun steps back, bat lowering with his ears. They all stare. Stunned.

A rage within wells up. You take that moment to kick Jun in the head, right under the chin, knocking him off his feet with your newfound strength. He falls to the floor like deadweight and the bat clatters along the ground. Your ankle hurts less despite the hit. Mori yells.

[-1 STAMINA]

When you look back at the two remaining, they back off even farther, as much as they can, anyway. Mori shoots at you, the bullet piercing your ribs in a jerk of hot white that you barely register.

[-1 STAMINA]

You growl. It hurts, but it does little to stop you in this form. Even the pain starts to numb itself over your growing anger. If only they just rolled over, instead of making this hard for you.

"E-Eiko, sir, what--Why?" Mori stutters.

He says more, but you don't hear it. Instead, you hear Vex's voice in the back of your head.

Can you kill another one like your brother?

>Assert Dominance (Decide how)
>Crush Them

[STAMINA: 11/18]

They're all pathetic. Mindless, obedient pups. You don't care if they live or die.
But can you live with the idea that you'd be putting some other little sister in the same position of hatred that you went through... and then flew off where they could never reach you? Could you live with turning another woman into a monster?

Assert Dominance: Order them to stop shooting. If they continue, rip the balls off their fallen comrade. Threaten to stuff them into whoever's dumb enough to attack next. The next one to attack you gets the pills and his arm ripped off. The next one after that gets that arm speared through his ass and has his ears torn to shreds. And so on. Do not stop insisting they can simply walk away and tend the wounded.

>>1114999
Agreed, fully.

Express the tenuous hold you have on your temper.
Low voiced growl of a statement.
The kind of rumble you feel as much as hear.

Grab the downed one and lift with contemptuous ease, snarl and stare. See if you can get him to bare his throat.

Break things over shredding if you have to.
The goal is to convey the perception of the absolute lack of effort that would be needed to rend them to shreds.

If you can stun them to pause things, grab hold of the tempo of the conflict.
Slow, powerful and threatening movement.
Embody an avalanche of hurt just waiting to fall exclusively on the first person to draw your ire.

controlled rage can be intimidating. Calmly and gently pick Jun up, hold him in your arms. You're going to deliver a monologue about how important family is and how you need to avenge your brother, with Jun as a sort of example and also a shield so Mori doesn't shoot you again.

doesn't matter how true it is, its a believable motivation that the others can get behind, or at least get out of your way.

Use your new big form as intimidation tactic. They all are already backing off, just push it a little bit more until they run with tails between their legs.

>>1115001
Yeah this is good

(1/4) OMNI 2025/10/19(Sun)09:35 No. 1115289 ID: a6de65
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>Could you live with turning another woman into a monster?

The thought of inflicting your grief on another person makes you sick to your stomach. The last few years of your life have rendered you into a completely different person, the grief changing you down to the very molecule. To do that to someone else, willingly, would be too much. It's already hard enough to try to live another day.

But they don't have to know that.

>Controlled Rage
>Intimidate

You pocket your gun, the small weapon useless with your paws, then pick Jun up off the floor by the scruff of his neck. There's an ease now when you lift, the weight equal to the other one you threw, yet barely a plastic bag of groceries in your strengthened grip. The other two watch you warily. Fear palpable. You consider your tactic, then pick the bat up with your other hand.

>Slow, powerful and threatening movement.
>Embody an avalanche of hurt just waiting to fall exclusively on the first person to draw your ire.

You look them both in the eye as you hold Jun up and practically wiggle him like a toy. "You see this?"

Mori postures, still wanting a fight, though he moves his gun down to avoid hitting Jun. The other grips onto their pipe hard enough you can hear it creak.

(2/4) OMNI 2025/10/19(Sun)09:39 No. 1115291 ID: a6de65
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You growl, low, as if they're merely inconveniencing you. "You asked me why. My family's why." You grip the bat tighter in your claw, the wood starting to bend as you speak, "Growing up, there had to be someone there for you. Someone in your corner. Your mom, your dad, a sibling, a cousin. Someone close by you could talk to and understood you. That you could rely on. Imagine that person."

You let your monologue sit, then continue, "Now, imagine that person being taken away forever. Just gone. Can you imagine that loss? That emptiness? Who do you talk to? Can everyone else even understand how much they mattered?" You refuse to tear up. You can feel it in the corner of your eyes.

"How would you feel, learning the people that did it just celebrated? Took away your chance to mourn, because all you could think about is how happily they're dancing on their fucking grave."

The bat starts to splinter.

"I lost my brother, one of the only people I cared about, because of Julien's fucking around. I'm here to pay him back for it."

CRUUNCHH

The wood shatters as you crush it in inwards, chips scattering across the floor. The two flinch.

(3/4) OMNI 2025/10/19(Sun)09:40 No. 1115292 ID: a6de65
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Your rage feels tempered now. A hammer to hot metal. Even if your words aren't true, you just have to channel the right emotion.

"I'm going to do everything it takes to pay that bastard back. If it means making a deal with the devil, I'd do it." You shake your paw casually to get rid of the splinters. "If it means tearing this place down brick by brick with a spoon, I'll do it. If it means crushing everyone in my way, I'll do it."

Then, you use that same hand to grasp Jun's throat, wrapping around with ease. A weak pulse throbs against your fingers. Shit... You feel powerful. For a moment, you forget everything else, and you think about why you haven't done this sooner. Why you waited this long trying to do things the long way, the boring way, instead of just tearing everyone apart.

You can feel it in your hands. Jun's esophagus would be bend like cardboard. If they ran at you, it would be too late. You just have to flex. Grip.

You let those thoughts play in their eyes. Too easy. And it wont end just with him. There's other limbs you can crush that won't kill. Things to tear instead of break. You could ruin him. And you could ruin them. All on a whim. On your limited mercy.

The two tremble at the implications...

You speak, low and slow, so they taste every threat, "Do you want to find out what that loss feels like?"

The two gulp. They lower in submission and shake their heads quickly, unable to speak, only obey. You exhale, then smile, trying to match Vex's maniacal look.

"Tend to who matters. Get out of my way."

They bow-- then scramble away from you-- tail between their legs. You toss Jun into Mori's arms before walking away.

(4/4) OMNI 2025/10/19(Sun)09:43 No. 1115293 ID: a6de65
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Even as you get out of sight, you try not to run. You don't want them to hear that you're rushing. Nor sense the tears still threatening to well up. The bullet in your ribs also makes itself known, adding a sting every time you twist. Still manageable.

There's also... complicated feelings that knot in your chest. It's easy to take your anger out on those within reach.. especially deserved.. but you enjoyed that too much.

BOOOOM!

As you turn the corner, a sudden explosion nearly knocks you off your feet. A cloud of purple smoke bellows out right by base. What looks like scatterings of purple fire dance at the roots.

You break off in a run.

In the distance, you vaguely spot two figures obscured by the smoke. One lays prone on the ground. One seems to be up and limping. You can't make out any features. It smells like burning.

You feel yourself start to panic.

Did they do it? Without you?

Which one do you approach?

Oh, they totally did it. Go for the limping figure, they’re gonna be able to communicate (hopefully) if their eardrums aren’t blown.

Pin the one limping down, find out who they are. If either of them is Julien, take the shot immediately. No torture, no monologue, not while you're at arm's length from being mauled by gang reinforcements. Fire a bullet into his brain at range, then stomp his head until it splatters open.

>>1115293
Apprehend the limping one, determine what to do with them once you know who they are.

Grab the limping figure. Depending on who it is that can turn into supporting them or tearing them apart.

Oh, and if that's not an enemy then you're probably gonna want to confirm the kill on the other one.

>>1115295

This

(1/4) OMNI 2025/10/29(Wed)20:04 No. 1115845 ID: 43c2d7
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You move to approach the limping figure, whether or not they're an enemy, they'll at least be conscious enough to communicate.

The smoke is heavy in the air when you enter. Clogs your nose with its frenetic scent. Obscures your vision. The haze around your eyes makes you hesitate. How did this happen?

You step forward, careful, as the figure in the smoke starts to shape itself. Not Vi. Not Vex. They're leaner. There's a burnt sleeve and an uneven posture.

Wait..... That tacky outfit.....

(2/4) OMNI 2025/10/29(Wed)20:07 No. 1115846 ID: 43c2d7
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You lunge to grab. You claw, cutting the smoke around you as you feel yourself on the tinge of a frenzy, but only catching air. He sensed you too quick.

His eyes flare in the smoke as he obscures himself deeper in. Your vision's going red.

"Eager to help me out, pup? I'd watch those claws."

A voice you've heard just around the corner. Just out of reach. Plaguing your mind. Mocking. Condescending. Irritating.

You lunge again at his direction. Too pissed to respond. So close. So fucking close. You just need to grab.

(3/4) OMNI 2025/10/29(Wed)20:10 No. 1115847 ID: 43c2d7
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Julien judo kicks-- right where the bullet hit-- almost knocking you down. FUCK. You gasp at the pain as it stuns you, body doubling over. You wrap an arm around your abdomen protectively, but it does little to help the CRITICAL hit.

[-2 STAMINA]

You huff. The smoke suffocates. Every bullet fragment feels like it grinds against the torn flesh in your body. You can't move or breathe.

"You think I'm gonna go down that easy? Hah! You're no scary bitch like that other one." He coughs. "I don't need arms to handle you. I've got something higher on my side."

(4/4) OMNI 2025/10/29(Wed)20:12 No. 1115848 ID: 43c2d7
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He steps back again, deeper into the smoke, keeping himself obscured as he chuckles, "But maybe I'm mistaken. You were just reaching out to help your ol' Boss. Ain't that right?"

The Boss pauses, as if waiting for your answer, then growls, "Sorry Boss, I got a little too eager.. Well, I can forgive that. Just help me back inside. Stick your hand out. We can forget anything ever happened."

Fuck. FUCK. FUCK! SHIT! HE'S RIGHT HERE!

DAMNIT! DAMNIT! THINK!

The smoke won't give you a clear shot.

You're slower in this form too. And it'll hurt more if you go small.

You growl, low and threatening. "You."

"Don't make a mistake now, girl." He drawls.



[STAMINA: 7/18]
[INVENTORY: A gun. The Ring. The Ring. The Ring.]

Put on the ring.

Gun first, then... if that doesn't work, the Ring.

If you have to.

He's quick, but he's not faster than a bullet right? shoot the fucker

Something spooked him. He ran.
His pride is dead, and he knows it.
Walk away. Let the bully come to you.
In fact... time for a bluff. Let's see how much of an impression Vex left on him.

Talk into the ring. "Vex, the lamb is in the pit. I'm setting up the beacon, get ready to pounce." Rub the ring a few times with a grin all over your face.

The smoke doubles as cover as well for you, too.
Lower yourself, outstretch that hand. Say something sappy like "really? Everything? You would do that for me? After all this?"
Let him think you're kneeling. Let him think he can just grab your offered hand and jam a knife or a bullet between your ribs.

Of course, you won't be kneeling though. Correct your stance. Bend those knees close to the ground. Coil the spring that is your body. When he responds, be it just before he takes the offered hand, or when he starts his shitty one liner reply, Pounce. Charge. Shoulder check him into oblivion and then finish the job when he's down. With a body like that you can only get speed through a single, powerful movement. Make it count

You have to kill fast and bullets too slow.

At this point, there's no sense in holding back. Whatever the ring does, time to pop it and see.