>>1122685

Also, add "Oh, what long spear you wield."

Being seductive just plays into his superiority complex with eiko and vi being lowly beasts.
Thatd have little effect.
Hit what he cares about.

Brainstorming taunts:

"I guess zir decided you have to fight like youre having a seizure too, huh?"

"Zir foresaw THIS performance and he sent you anyway. Dude has a sense of humour. The choir must be pissing thrmselves laughing."

"Now now. Zir is the god of serenity, not frothing impotent rage. Hed be soooo disappointed in you."

"Hey listen! His Zirness is singing a new verse just for you! *sad trombone noises*"

Just a few quick options.
Whatever we pick, target his object of devotion and his inadequecy in serving them.
There, he is vulnerable as in his mind he is the heroic crusader, not a target of mockery.

(1/4) OMNI 2026/03/04(Wed)05:00 No. 1122971 ID: ca56f7
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>Take Guns

"Reload." Eiko says and makes a gimme gesture as they dance around. "And stay out of hurting range, you're supposed to be safe."

Vi looks at her in a way that has her teeth grit. She grunts an affirmative and dips Eiko, body shielding her as her paw shifts to press the guns into her open hands. Eiko stares, eyes drifting to Vi's muzzle.

Nope. No. Not the time.

Vi flinches. Eiko panics and roughly shoves Vi aside, quickly transferring some life into her as she gets out of stabbing range.

[-2 STAMINA]

As she turns her attention back to the angel's frenzy, a stab left in their wake, she notes them suddenly pulling back. Their wings retreat inward.

"Greatest apologies for my behavior, Archangel." They speak to the air.

(2/4) OMNI 2026/03/04(Wed)05:09 No. 1122973 ID: ca56f7
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Eiko looks around but sees no one. She readies the pistols in both hands. It's not something she's tried before (in fear of the recoil) but the angel's distracted.

Damn does it feel good when she starts to fire.

Metal tears through the angel's carapace, white clothes staining an even darker green as they screech. Their halo swiftly moves down to shield them again.

Eiko stops and keeps her distance as she mentally counts her bullets. 4 bullets left on her right. Her left gun jammed in the fire. Eiko curses and discards it.

"We can do this!" Eiko yells. "Flank!"

The pack-- now realizing that the angel will likely come for them next-- shift forward, moving to surrounding them both in a tighter circle. The angel breathes hard, stance still, their shoulders shuddering as they recover. Eiko can make out the light around them start to dim.

Victory lies just another hair away.

>Taunt

As any younger sibling does, she taps into the fine art of rage-baiting.

"Oh! What a big spear you have! Are you sure you know how to use it?" Eiko calls out. "Or are you overcompensating?"

The angel stays still, but she can feel their heavy venomous gaze.

"Zir must have a real sense of humor, sending out someone like you to embarrass yourself. No way it didn't see this coming." Eiko moves to circle them, looking for an opening. "The choir must be pissing themselves laughing, cause' it looks like these lowly beasts are kicking your ass."

Someone snorts. One laughs. The angel's head twitches. Eiko points, bullets raining down that are quickly shielded. Her ears fold back in irritation. 3 bullets left.

"Pain is necessary for redemption." The angel recites to themself. "It is the body being made clean. It is what we must overcome. Repent--"

"What the fuck kind of nonsense are you talking about now?" Eiko quickly shifts back.

"Prevail. Redeem. I feel this pain because I must." They ready their spear again. "Zir has deemed it."

"Hey! Hey! How's this next verse from Zir?" Eiko blows a loud raspberry. More start to laugh.

"Repent."

Eiko fires and clips their wing, but they show no reaction.

Their halo shield suddenly rushes forward--

(3/4) OMNI 2026/03/04(Wed)05:10 No. 1122974 ID: ca56f7
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-- And bashes Eiko straight on, knocking her off balance. Gunshots ring in the air.

The shield flies away as Eiko lands hard on her back. She tries to bounce back onto her feet.

The spear lunges forward.

(4/4) OMNI 2026/03/04(Wed)05:24 No. 1122976 ID: ca56f7
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Eiko's hand burns as she catches the spear before it can pierce, surprised at herself. The point ghosts at her throat, fur standing on ends. What surprise she feels is quickly replaced by scorching pain.

She shoots at the angel's spear arm as they run it forward. The bullet hits their helmet and ricochets, their grip going weak as Eiko tries to pull it away.

"Prevail." Their weight shifts, stepping forward, the spear inching down with renewed vigor.

Blood seeps from Eiko's hand as it starts to shake. She wont be able to disarm them with one hand on the spear. She has two bullets left.

Can she risk them enduring two more bullets? Can she risk disarming them from the ground? Or, can she risk holding them in place long enough for the pack to act?

Options:
>A) Fire
>B) Disarm
>C) Endure

>>1122976
This is it.
C, with both hands. Throw the gun to Vi if you have a general idea of where she is.

C) both hands, if you can shift it to the side just enough that he goes past your head and plunges it into the ground then he's finished.

>>1122978
Yeah! This!

As you hold the spear with both of your hands, use your tail to throw the gun at Vi. Or try to hold the spear with your teeth and throw the gun with your free hand.

They all have it.
C.
Gun to vi.
Both hands.
Hold the bastard in place.

Hopefully the pack will start shooting too because as much as you are held in place, so is he.

(1/5) OMNI 2026/03/12(Thu)04:39 No. 1123354 ID: ca56f7
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>Endure

Eiko grunts, holding on for dear life as she tosses the gun in Vi's vague direction. Her right hand fumbles to clutch the shaft of the spear just before the point. Heat seeps through her palm as it threatens to burn. Her eyes water from the pain still burning her left.

"SHOOT!!" she yells at the top of her aching lungs.

Gunfire lights the air as their target now remains at a standstill. The angel's halo can only sweep so fast before green streaks the air once more. Ragged coughs follow from the now struggling divinity.

Eiko's hands shake. Damn her if she lets go now.

The force behind the spear starts to weaken. Deeper shadows envelop the angel as their body is torn apart. Their once bright wings rise high as a flag in the sky.

Eiko's hands jerk at the spear, now inseparable, and prepares to toss it aside. Or aim for the ground beside her.

"Redeem me." They whisper.

The Angel of Redemption's wings beat down, a force of gust and gale, for one last time.

(2/5) OMNI 2026/03/12(Thu)04:40 No. 1123355 ID: ca56f7
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Eiko's arms are outmatched.

The spear enters.

Sharpness. Piercing. Burning.

[-2 STAMINA]

Eiko's mind goes blank.

(3/5) OMNI 2026/03/12(Thu)04:44 No. 1123356 ID: ca56f7
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There are no thoughts except self preservation.

Eiko rips herself away, body tumbling hard against the scarred ground, terrified of another blow that does not come.

Pain scatters throughout her body. Yells at her to go. The epicenter stems at her neck and leaves her breathless.

(4/5) OMNI 2026/03/12(Thu)04:46 No. 1123358 ID: ca56f7
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She doesn't know how far she goes. Just. Away. Until her body rights itself along the dirt and doesn't scream at her to keep going.

Howls and yells and screeches form a cacophonous symphony all around...

They can handle it... That's what the pack is for...

Eiko heaves and clutches the tender burnt flesh of her neck. Blood lazily seeps along the edges that went uncauterized. It does not spray.

She won't bleed out. She can breathe. She can barely feel her other hand. But it's fine.

She's fine.

It's fine.

(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.