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I mean, just about every ability can be categorized under an ability that's already on the wiki. But what did you have in mind by something "more original"?
(They say the priests of Vex are "unhinged", and what happens when I give the world "unhinged"? I'm kicked out to the curb. /j)
(Kind of saw it coming and thought "actually, it would be funny if bro got killed by a party member this early in the RP." But eh, the guards work. lol)
"Suppose that means you're removing that ban on throwing people into the pit." He said, referring to Neltharion. He kept a strange sense of humor despite clearly being in pain.
He then looked straight, seemingly at a wall, being rather shocked. All of the sudden, his tone became serious.
"You...
(NAW, NOT MAHORAGA.)
"Come on...show me..." He said silently feeling the aura around them, being ready to use Death on Dan or whatever was coming if it became necessary.
"Ah, and not even a scratch on the beauty!" He said, referring to the shield. Though it was rather vague if he was talking about the shield, Neltharion, or the receptionist. "I told you already...I can ensure a speedy demise. Really want to get in my way?"
He began laughing hysterically. "Is that a threat? I can singlehandedly carry this entire party down slow enough to avoid the pressure. You could cancel the lift entirely and we have nothing to lose."
With a purely unsettling smile, he prepared a blast of mana in his hand. "But you..." He shot...
After a few seconds of not being seen (simply keeping himself stagnant in the air below where he was thrown with telekinesis), he teleported back onto solid ground.
"And you should try it next!" He said happily.
He turned his head towards Neltharion, in a tone as if he was trying to console...
"Just because I smile doesn't mean everything I say is a joke." He said. "She's as eager to take my life as anyone else here if I'm not mistaken. I'm simply asking if she can get a fair shot. The anticipation's killing her more than the dungeon, you know that as well as I do."
No harm in...
"Legal enough to me." He said contently.
"Excuse me." He called over to the receptionist. "She can kill me now, right?"
(Sorry for the double post, didn't see Reaper's post)
"Uh huhhhh...." He said, sarcastically acting as if he was listening.
"Listen, if anyone wants to not wait for the lift and still not die, feel free to talk to me." He said, wondering how determined this group was to actually start quickly.
Erlik took a second to fix his hair and coat after the wind had pushed it back. He walked closer to the lifted gate examining the chasm for himself.
"Please, no need." He stood by the edge of the whole and turned around to face the group, smiling, quite pleased with himself. "Anyone want to...
(My bad too since I prolly shoulda checked before immediately choosing violence.)
"Be careful. Prayers aren't always answered how you want them." He said, smiling. Though it was clear in his tone that he took this statement more seriously than any of his other ones. He turned his head the other...
"A wise decision." As they made it down to the gate, he began walking.
"You wouldn't be the first one to try and kill me...not even today." Violence alone wasn't enough to scare him...but definitely enough to get him excited. "Maybe you'll be the first with the heart to actually go through...
"Ooo...might want to keep your distance from guys like me. I'd hate for you to be guilty by association."
"Please, I'm empty-handed..." He said, opening his coat, showing that he wasn't bearing any weapons...for the moment. "Slitting your throat is a rude assumption to put on me. Not that I'm...
He opened his mouth and widened his eyes as if he just got a brilliant new idea. "We should send you to get intel next!" He said to Blythe. "A crew of 7 isn't bad at all."
He teleported behind Demi, thinking an attack was coming...must've been mistaken. Though without any further action, this would likely be seen as Erlik simply irritating Demi. Seeing as this wasn't a real attack, he turned to the one who snapped her fingers, making eye contact with her when she...
"Death deters you that much too? I see this lot isn't very courageous...Only to be expected though, the first red flag of any leader is a lack of initiative." He was ready to fight at any time, even if Demi didn't let him make it out of the building. He had to be ready for anything. "Well, pick...
He turned his head back to Neltharion quickly. His face looked more confused or fascinated than anything else. "You actually care for their lives?" He chuckled under his breath. "I can't say the same for myself, but I say we agree to disagree and see who ends up dead." He went back to looking...
He smiled upon seeing the weapon. "And you're going to preach at me now?" He looked in the other direction, though kept Neltharion in his peripheral vision so he'd be ready to act in case she tried to pull something. "Every dive is just another case of kill or be killed. Anyone who lacks that...
At first, he thought that he might've had regrets about his journey, maybe a family that was worried about him. But when he denied the opportunity to write a will...and his voice when he said it...Erlik began to stifle a laugh. "What's wrong? No one back home to cry to?" He began wheezing...
(In every RP, I generally have the goal of either trying to get everyone to love my character or everyone to hate my character. I hope my decision is clear, lol.)
"What better way to test everyone's skill..." A black coat seemed to manifest onto his appearance. He lazily put his arms behind his head. "I don't intend to carry any of you through this dungeon, and I'm sure you all feel the same towards me. Seeing as I already don't expect much of any of you...
"Perhaps your mental faculties aren't all available at the moment..." He replied. "But as long as we have a few who can function, that's enough for me to work with."
"To not bore you with my list of talents, simply know that I brandish the power of Vex. Long-range, short range, whether through weapons or magic, I can ensure a speedy demise."
(Going into work)
"As long as I don't have to carry your weight in battle, it's all the same to me." He said, seeming confident in Neltharion's abilities despite never having seen her in action.
"What exactly is your obsession with this woman? You've made these few minutes feel like an eternity with your...
"There we go, at least you're wise."
"Not as ambitious as I took you for...fine by me. I just hope you don't find all of your allies to be indispensable...just in case..."
"I'm saying...Starlight isn't just another dungeon. If you have a reason to believe you can survive it, I'd like to know what makes you all so exceptional. Forgive me for not exactly being up to date on this homework."
Erlik grunted...must've been something he did when he wasn't himself. Or perhaps he wasn't himself right now...
"It's more complicated than you realize." He said in a calmer tone. "My larger concern is the capability of this party." He said looking around at the others. "A task like this...
A man stood on the outside of the building, looking up and down at his phone constantly, appearing confused...he wanted to be sure he had the location right.
He walked in with unkempt brown hair with a few white streaks. He had a white button-up and black pants. He kept walking further into...