(5/5) OMNI 2026/03/12(Thu)04:47 No. 1123359 ID: ca56f7
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=== FOOLISH GAMBIT ===
Goal: Survive encounter with the Angel.
Challenge: Failed.

Curse Inflicted: Disorientation.


Images pulse around her. Visual noise that dances along the yells and gunfire. Outlines and shadows envelop her eyes, an animation keyed frame by frame along its smears. Indecipherable, until it comes all at once.

She hears what must be crashing from above. Jagged objects rain down and pelt her. There's yelling. Loud, loud, yelling.

You're fine. Eiko thinks.

She looks down at the ring.

She's fine, right? Everything's fine. She did it. Eiko did it.

Center yourself. Hold on to who you are. That spear tried to do something to you. Don't let that bastard god win.

Rolling rolling rolling away and into the nearest source of life suck it dry

You might have to take off the ring briefly to be able to see who's nearby you can drain some health from.

As he says, center yourself, then briefly remove the ring. Not fully, just enough for a flicker of perception...
If that doesnt work...
Focusing exercise.
Close eyes. Listen to your other senses one at a time. All at once is a cacophony, one at a time is easier to parse
Start with scent, its strongest.

Oh by the way you are not fine, you are dying. You must heal.

Use whatever little energy that you have to show the middle finger to the angle.

There is no greater power than existing out of spite.

(1/8) OMNI 2026/03/22(Sun)03:18 No. 1123728 ID: a6de65
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>Center yourself. Hold on to who you are.
>Close eyes.

Eiko closes her eyes to cut off all the overwhelming visions. Nausea stirs in her throat, but she swallows it down, and tries to focus. Focuses on YOUR whispers. As any loyal acolyte would in times of need.

Her name is Eiko Takahashi. She is breathing. She is 23 years old. She turns 24 in a few months. She is breathing. She likes tea scented candles, because they remind her of the times when her family would all be together; drinking in a temporary peace. She is breathing. She is fine.

>Oh by the way you are not fine, you are dying. You must heal.

FUCK!!!

Yeah... She will.

>Don't let that bastard god win.
>There is no greater power than existing out of spite.

Eiko's hand grasps onto that spite-- that anger-- that has brought her from dying to life and back again, and hits her fist against the ground where it's solid, just to know where it is, then throws up the bird in every direction.

She's not going to die. Damn it. She's not. Fuck that. FUCK THAT!

FUCK THAT!!

SHE IS EIKO MOTHERFUCKING TAKAHASHI AND SHE HAS CLAWED HER WAY THROUGH DEATH ONCE! TWICE! SHE'LL DO IT AGAIN!

(2/8) OMNI 2026/03/22(Sun)03:20 No. 1123729 ID: a6de65
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>Listen to your other senses one at a time...
>Start with scent, its strongest.

Eiko sniffs the air, ignoring the way her hand is struggling to staunch her throat. There are blurs of movement around her. More centered. Less confusing. Life Sense seems to still be active.

>Find a life... Suck it dry...

Her face scrunches as she tries to parse through everything. There's something distinct that lingers among them. It's different from the brighter scent of life.

They smell like soil.

(3/8) OMNI 2026/03/22(Sun)03:22 No. 1123730 ID: a6de65
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Eiko sniffs and sniffs as the scents coalesce into hazy figures. Get closer.

There's... a familiar scent. She thinks at first that it is bright. It must be. It feels bright. Tastes bright. But...

It reminds her of a candle. Gentle and warm...

(4/8) OMNI 2026/03/22(Sun)03:28 No. 1123731 ID: a6de65
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>Briefly remove ring...

Eiko's heart pounds against her sternum, threatening to explode, as her fingers clasp onto the silver of the God Caller.

She removes it, quickly, despite her fears of powerlessness. Temporarily. Just to see who it is before she grabs. Just to make sure that who's there isn't who she thinks it is. That she's hit her head too many times to tell.

[CONNECTION SEVERED]

(5/8) OMNI 2026/03/22(Sun)03:28 No. 1123732 ID: a6de65
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........

(6/8) OMNI 2026/03/22(Sun)03:29 No. 1123733 ID: a6de65
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It is moments in the past....

(7/8) OMNI 2026/03/22(Sun)03:30 No. 1123734 ID: a6de65
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Tng.

"Looks like he's gonna' die out there."

"Mm."

"We're not helping?"

(8/8) OMNI 2026/03/22(Sun)03:35 No. 1123736 ID: a6de65
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A slender wolf-dog takes a drag of her cig, expression unimpressed behind her glasses. "Be my guest. I'm not fighting a ghost."

Kenji pauses, then shrugs, and goes back to watching the carnage. Watches the idiots down there all laid back on their haunches while the Boss gets smoked. It's oddly poetic.

"Guess it was 'bout damn time for his heels to get bit... Took longer than I'd expect. And by Takahashi in new duds no less." He laughs. "You think his bones got so mad in that pit that he climbed right out? Would've taken two years... Or, maybe it was the cash put in that bust of a cleanin' company that did him in?"

A palpable tension weighs in the dark room. The sparse pack leaders all watching and gathered in a sense of delayed inertia. Someone will have to move first. Or not at all.

"Careful." Maggie says as she flicks the ash off her cig. "You're talking too much shit."

Kenji looks out towards the sullen faces of their remaining group. All faces he's known since his induction into the Bites. A fourth of what it used to be. Now haggard from stress with no honor to comfort it. Just temporary bouts of violence and pleasure and various states of denial about whether they should keep kidding themselves. Some have even confided in him that they're gonna' work for that tie-neck, so they can have a purpose again.

Kenji's gaze returns to Maggie. "My bad. Had too much to smoke today." He lies. "Can't deny we're gonna' fall apart at this rate."

"There'll be another. "

"The upstart?"

"She's not built for it. We're better off with someone else that isn't me or you."

Maggie, of course, does not want the responsibility, nor does she envy its power. A leader would have too many nipping at her heels. And apparently an angry ghost too. She likes her position as it is, doling out orders to smaller packs and collecting a little extra for herself.

Yes. The pack will survive. As it always does. No one wants to follow an old maid like her... Or a bonehead like Kenji, who would end up turning everyone into juvenile drug dealers slinging green.

As they ponder the future, the ceiling above them rattles and pounds.

Everyone ignores it. They fear what's happening above more than below.

----

This city's verse can be affected. YOU may decide a course for its FATE (and inhabitants) in as much detail as desired.

What FATE will it meet?
>A) Something Hopeful
>B) Something Tragic
>C) Something Funny
>D) ____


Note: This FATE will not apply directly to characters that have interacted with Vex.

Go for the funny option.

D) Rules and Consequences, as always - just not theirs.

The whole building collapses into a hacked angelic Portal to another world.

If they truly are wolves, they can build an empire somewhere else.

If they're just dogs looking to puff up their chests, they'll be 'material' for someone else's story.

>>1123809
As much as the funny option callscto my soul, i think this fits best.
I dont expect everone would choose the portal. I expect some who do will be a surprise to others and themselves.
Breaking the old and rebuilding anew in freedom seems like the best thumb in the eye of zir that any could dream of.

>>1123813
Oooooh I like this

>>1123809
that is cool, but if that's not possible then what about this?

The fate of the Bites was not immediately felt by the city at large, their territory split up amongst the other gangs. Yet the leadership of those other gangs saw what had happened; reliance on outside power that became fetters, dismissal of the rank and file that made them turn away in time of crisis. this became a lesson the other gangs would take to heart, building bonds between their members and the neighborhoods they controlled. In its way, Akito's dream would live on through the city

(1/4) OMNI 2026/04/02(Thu)01:33 No. 1124193 ID: a6de65
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... And so FATE decides... What will become of the Wolf Bites?

(2/4) OMNI 2026/04/02(Thu)01:33 No. 1124194 ID: a6de65
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BOOOM

(4/4) OMNI 2026/04/02(Thu)01:35 No. 1124196 ID: a6de65
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They 'sploded.

The End.

((real update coming shortly. happy april fools))

(1/6) OMNI 2026/04/02(Thu)04:07 No. 1124232 ID: a6de65
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>Something Funny
>Actions & Consequences

Sometime in the future, perhaps in minutes, hours, or days, something will shift. A dimensional rift may open, swallowing the base of the Wolf Bites to bring to some vast unknown. There will be panic. Chaos will ensue. Steak and Pepper will froth over the new territory.

But after the fire will emerge a new leader, forged in the golden wok of strife.

Great leader Xin Jing Peng will take the city by the stomach with culinary prowess. Then, by the heart. Their rule will be fair and ironclad. Their delivery vehicles upgraded into motorcycles for every penguin under their command to ride for the greater dash of protection. The very citizens of Salt will be pavloved into hunger and happiness every time they hear the familiar revving approach.

Meanwhile, the gangs of Steak and Pepper will take note of what has occurred. Their paths will be different. Lessons were learnt. They won't be eager to repeat the mistakes of someone that failed so spectacularly. They will grow more suspicious of bright wings and bird songs. Building bonds that were always there in the seeds and grow where they would have least expected.

For the most part, everything stays, but it still changes.

(2/6) OMNI 2026/04/02(Thu)04:08 No. 1124233 ID: a6de65
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... It is still somewhere in the past...

(3/6) OMNI 2026/04/02(Thu)04:09 No. 1124234 ID: a6de65
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You are Vex once again.

You are.... being kept busy. Yeah. That's it.

(4/6) OMNI 2026/04/02(Thu)04:13 No. 1124236 ID: a6de65
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[cw: mild eroguro/graphic wounds]

Haze's lips are frustratingly soft.

Her fingers are tangled in your hair, the tips digging into your scalp hard enough to ache. She uses her grip to jerk your head at any haphazard angle, both to get a better shot at your mouth and to stop you from biting. It's a precaution she's learned from your serendipitous encounters.

Knowledge goes both ways like that. She can tell when your regen starts to slow by the seconds to save energy. When the fine line crosses from lovebites to chunks. For survival, of course. Eating helps you heal. And you like the sounds she makes too much to bite her tongue off.

Your left hand's gripped on the frayed leather of her harness, so you can jerk her around in retribution.

Your right hand, meanwhile, strains, veins popping underneath the skin. Your hunting knife's pierced through the divet of her other hand from when she caught your stab. Spent hemoglobin runs down from her palm to elbow in messy lines.

The two of you have been struggling against each others' grip; sweating, wounded, riding back and forth in waves for what feels like hours. There's a painful familiarity to it. The only things missing are a few broken bones or fractured ribs.

You're showing an admirable amount of restraint.

Vex: Literally eat her lips

(5/6) OMNI 2026/04/02(Thu)04:17 No. 1124238 ID: a6de65
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Haze pulls away, spit trailing with her, expression scrunched.

"You taste like ash. It's disgusting." she says.

"All for you, Angel." you reply. "Why don't you come down for seconds?"

Haze huffs, her fingers in your hair clenching into a fist.

In response, you regrip her harness until you find the fabric of her shirt, then swiftly pull it off her body.

"Eh!"

She tries to slam your head onto the floor. You expect this. To counterbalance, you rock your hips with the motion as she straddles you. This gets another noise out of her. A groan. Then a hiss. Her icy glare follows.

She's always cute like this. You think. Scrambling to save face.

(6/6) OMNI 2026/04/02(Thu)04:19 No. 1124239 ID: a6de65
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"Can you die quietly?" Haze asks.

Goosebumps crawl along her bruised skin as the cold air hits. She looks better like this, something closer to real. As an archangel, she isn't allowed to have scars or blemishes. A divine mistake you like to correct.

Teethmarks dot along her shoulder, framing where your blade had first stabbed her. The shallow wound still pulses, wet, and leaking a bit every time Haze tenses the muscles. You briefly consider shoving your fingers into it. Haze's pain receptors have dulled from years of abusing healing potions and repeat confessionals, but she would still feel that.

It'll be a tight fit.

The noise she'd make would be as good as any choir.

"No thanks."

Haze, is of course, expecting you both to fuck. You normally would agree, if the uncomfortable tightness in your pants had its say, but you're on a strict deadline. You think. You're not really sure where Eiko is at on the plan. If there even is a plan anymore.

Hmm... Should you be worried? You feel like you should. Been a while since you have--

Haze grinds hard against your lap, right on the shaft, and sparks start flying in your vision. Right. Shit. Anyway...

Haze is not easy. No matter who tops. She'll carve into you her demands, sometimes for hours, then cry about it right after. Not a good cry either. Her breakdowns are one of the only things you find irritating about Haze. Not when she chops you apart or stabs you repeatedly. No. Haze is afraid of feeling good and what it means coming from you. Ashamed of it. So ashamed that she'll spiral into a sobbing pitiful mess of prayer that slaps any attempts at comfort away. As if her enjoyment of sinking her sword into you is any better than her dick. As if her guilt after will matter....

But that doesn't stop her from doing it. She'll even get off on it if you spin it just right.

That's the thing about Haze, she only has shame when she can be forgiven for it. Despite all the divine brainwashing, she wants to eat your sin and throw it up right after. And you let her. You feed her. Despite all the broken limbs and irritations. Because a part of her breaks with every encounter. Pieces of her pride and her faith and that once cold exterior that you chip away at like a fine art sculptor.

Eventually, as it all adds up, G0D will just have to sit and watch as one of heaven's elite is willingly flayed apart. The thought of it already makes you drunk with glee. It's all a race to see who finishes who first.

.... Well. Your fastest way out now would be to give her a handy or the ol' 2 finger special, then dip, but a college-hook-up move like that would piss her off. As much as you would enjoy pissing her off, there would be no games next time. She'd decapitate you on sight. You'd know, because she did do that and used your head right after. That was fun. Buuut a fresh body means you lose your goods and a fresh head means your memories get all jumbled around.

All around, random inventory cards are strewn about, dropped from your pockets at some point during the scuffle. Your spell deck's still within reach in your pocket, though the spells are a complete mystery, since you've been spraying and praying the whole fight.

What to do?

[STAMINA: 7/25]

...How long has it been since your sister died?

Tempt her into helping Eiko. Tempt her with your own compromises.

Wait, if she's expecting a good go-around, then wouldn't denying it make her even more frustrated, subconsciously?

Then, when she's upset, turn the tusslefuck back on with a quick turn being on top, avoiding directly going after the obvious pain-pleasure triggers. Don't use much stamina, make her work for it. Once that's done, make her feel guilty for not finishing the job.

THEN go hard.

>>1124242

A little bit elaborate, but a fun way to do it.

>>1124242
yeah fuck with her expectations

Small correction for the last post: [STAMINA: 10/24]

(1/2) OMNI 2026/04/11(Sat)06:01 No. 1125079 ID: a6de65
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>Wouldn't denying it make her even more frustrated, subconsciously?

Guess there's no where to run from that. Haze presses into you with purposeful force, her thighs clenching hard enough around you to keep you pinned in place. It's hot feeling how strong she is. They have to be training her like a machine from how defined her muscles are.

And at least she's letting off steam from the way you're already fucking through your clothes. Can't even tell what bodily fluid is what at this point.

>... How long has it been since your sister died?

You. You don't know if she died. You don't know if any of your many faceless siblings have. Been too long to really tell or care, with how your life's gone. You'd hope they're all alive and well, as insincere as that sounds, with no glimpse of where you came from since.

What were you to them, if not another fuck up in their lives that finally made themself scarce?

"... Demon?"

Haze's voice tugs at you.

"Where did you go?"

The hairs along your neck raises. You can't have this. Not her concern. You didn't ask for that.

You try to twist the knife. Haze swears-- her hand nearly splitting-- before she pulls away and smacks your wrist to the side. It's all you need to shift your weight to throw her down to the floor, pinned underneath you with your knife scraping the tile.

Her face flushes, need reigniting as she pushes against you. Her grip slackens. All pink and cyan.

>Tempt her into helping Eiko

A part of you feels.. oddly uncomfortable with using Eiko as another source of manipulation. You hit that part with a shovel and quickly bury that too.

"You like saving people, don't you? Cutting out all the corruption and saving the soul underneath?"

Her expression twists, clearly searching your angle. Her frustration and arousal momentarily clouded in confusion.

"Yes?"

There's someone down there I'm trying to help. She needs it. She could be hurt or dying because of me. She will be hurt because of me. She doesn't deserve that.

Don't you want to save her from me? Make this quick, make sure she's safe, and you can cut me out of her. You'll save her from me, unlike that good person from before. You can pat yourself on the back this time and feel all the godly approval you've been wanting so badly for.

The words are there, but they are lead on your tongue... Haze will have to know it's a trick or warped dirtytalk. She has to. Why else would you say something like that if it wasn't? As if you've ever asked her for help in a genuine way.

No... You can't do it.

(2/2) OMNI 2026/04/11(Sat)06:05 No. 1125081 ID: a6de65
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[cw: knifeplay]

>Turn it back on her
>Fuck with her expectations

You trace your fingers along her neck, keeping it light, not grabbing like you usually would. Her neck subtly shifts away from the touch, her stare still clouded in confusion.

"That's too bad." you finally say back.

Anger flickers again. Good. You're in control.

You draw your knife back slow, so Haze knows to follow its movement. You raise it a fraction above the skin of her stomach, then trace it downward until it hovers over the button of her pants.

The tip just barely grazes the metal.

You hold it there. The threat makes her sweat. Haze lets go of your head to cling onto the front of your shirt, now set with the expectation that its begun.

Options:
>Damage Clothes
>Stab
>Bite
>Edge
>Talk

[STAMINA: 8/24]

[Damaging clothing wont cost STAMINA]

>Stab
Multiply her movements. If she pulls you in, use your weight to bury the knife in her. If she pushes you away, stomp her stomach and kick her across the floor. If she throws you aside, turn your momentum into a whirlwind and slice across her whole body. Let her know the price of being in charge - and that price is pain.

Don't forget to bring a towel

tease herdrag the blade along so its just before breaking the skin. The moment she makes a sound, then you slide it in.

>>1125084
This

(1/3) OMNI 2026/04/18(Sat)05:15 No. 1125552 ID: 9cd6c3
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[cw: knifeplay, erotic violence, probably eroguro]

>Don't forget to bring a towel

Welp. You don't know where your towel card went. You'll have to hope it's somewhere on the floor here.

>Tease her

You circle your wrist and drag the flat of the blade across her bare stomach, watching as the tension fills her. Not cutting yet. That would spoil the release.

Haze's thigh muscles twitch, anticipation stirring into reflex as the edge of your blade shaves through micro-hairs along her skin. Her guard along your waist stays tight. Ready to throw you around if she wanted. It's as you drag the knife down further that you press it flat onto her bulge.

Sweat drips down Haze's neck. Pupils dilated. You drink this in, feel the buzz of power you're holding over her with ferality. It is moments like this that you remember that power feels good.

You turn the blade, just so, and watch the sharp inhalation and rise of her chest. Her cock twitches in needy excitement.

"You want this?"

Haze's gaze snaps to you. She stays silent. Speaking it aloud means something different to her. Something shameful.

You wait.

Eventually, Haze grinds slow along your knife. It's a response, but not the one you want to hear.

So you wait.

Then start to saw.

Your movements are careful, precise, as the fibers fray and part under your edge, until a 2 inch slit forms. Cuts right down to her damp, translucent panties.

Haze is breathing hard now, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her legs around you nearly bruise as she resists squirming.

"You want this?" you repeat.

It's as your knife presses in, so close to breaking skin, that you coldly pull back.

That's when Haze finally squeaks, a high and weak sound. "Yes"

You grin at her, fangs bared in a triumph that she returns with a glare as you stick your knife in and slice down, gutting the fabric entirely as her cock springs out.

(2/3) OMNI 2026/04/18(Sat)05:16 No. 1125554 ID: 9cd6c3
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This time, when you press your blade on Haze's bare cock, she freezes. There's a flicker of primal fear that seizes her more than the threat of pain.

You can't resist a hearty chuckle as you move your knife along, from shaft to tip, as it leaks precome. There's no blood. No cuts. Haze's patience starts to run thinner and thinner as you shave away at it. You do this again, let your blade get wet, until you can practically glide it along. Edging her until her hips start to twitch and grind for proper friction, fear melting into arousal.

"A-Are you going to keep doing this?"

"Doing what?" you play dumb.

Haze huffs and her good hand grabs-- pulls you-- by the waistband of your pants. Suddenly, everything feels hot and suffocating as she palms at you shamelessly. You nearly shapeshift away your traitorous dick to spare yourself. But. It feels good. Your head warms and empties itself. A gasp escapes. Then gripping heat.

Haze yanks your pants down with enough force that the shock nearly has you spilling out right there.

"You fucking-"

"Are you going to cum already?" Haze taunts.

You see red. You press your blade down to punish her, but she shifts her hips, her leg guard jerking you to the side then forward.

(3/3) OMNI 2026/04/18(Sat)05:17 No. 1125555 ID: 9cd6c3
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>Stab

You react as you fall forward, using her momentum to sink your blade straight into her guts. Your other hand lands on the floor beside her head to keep yourself upright.

Haze gasps, then moans, pain and pleasure mixing. Her hands travel up so she can rake her nails down the back of your neck. It stings. Blood wells under her fingertips. Everything tingles and sparks, down from your head to your fingers and dick.

You take this as encouragement as you thrust even deeper. Can nearly feel the way her muscles tighten and clamp down on your blade as warm blood spills out and coats your hand. Haze hisses through her teeth. Her nails dig deeper into your skin.

You lean closer, dicks pressing together.

"Do you feel redeemed?" you mock. You know the prayer. The holy tenants. The reason why pain is akin to cleanliness.

Haze shudders, head tilting back. Warmth spills out underneath you. Arousal and malice rises in your chest.

"Do you like it when god sees you like this?"

"I'll kill you." she says weakly. You know that she means it.

Your limbs remain entangled. Faces centimeters apart. Just one more push. She'll be done.

>Frot
>Bite
>Taunt
>____

Taunt, then bite, and then taunt some more.

Eiko is in danger.

Pull the knife up and open up her guts. Open your inventory, grab a grenade, stuff it inside her, and end this.

No @#$%ing around.

>>1125561
Agreed, put your money where your mouth is.