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Plot RP: Played for a fool ((NOT OPEN.))

psychotic-jester-of-trickery:

Marx felt like he was somewhere familiar, somewhere a lot like home..  He tried to keep quiet about it though, he would rather not play along with the crown.  He didn’t intend to make this any easier for it, if anything he was going to make it harder.  The thought of his home planet being taken over, let alone by someone or something that wasn’t him, irked him greatly.  He mentally spoke up once more, this time more determined.  “You really think you can win, don’t you?!  Keh, you’re nothin’ more than a piece of junk with an attitude!”  By now, he had shoved away his emotions that had been causing him problems staying focused before, all that was left was anger and determination.

Marx’s eyes focused their attention on Magolor, simply staring for a short moment before his claws were raised in aggression, and a low growl escaped his throat.  The growl transitioned into a quiet cackle, and his wings began folding in close to his body, and the faintest of faint glows was visible, slowly becoming more apparent. Marx didn’t want to see Magolor get hurt, that was probably worse than seeing all of Popstar be taken over to him.  He struggled, fighting to resist foreign influence over his body, trying to make it stop moving for even a minute was all he needed.  If he could just keep his body from attacking Magolor…

“No, no no no..  no.  This isn’t happening..  This…  Can’t happen..  No.”  Marx thought to himself, doing everything in his power to fight back.  It hardly had a physical influence, the only noticeable change was the frown on his body’s face, and the lack of a menacing expression.  It appeared more as if he were upset now, but that’s about all Marx could do.  Other than that, he could only watch in fear, praying that Magolor would be able to get out of this unharmed, hoping that something would go wrong in the attack, that his body wouldn’t be able to launch a single arrow.

A dark aura started to form around Magolor, he was ready to attack back. Wait, no, he couldn’t. Even if the crown was possessing him, Magolor couldn’t possibly risk hurting his best friend. The dark aura around Magolor dispersed, and he waited for the Crown to unleash an attack on him.

He noticed Marx’s upset expression, even though he was possessed he was still able to change his expression. Truly amazing, it was. Not even Magolor could do that when he was possessed. Even still, Magolor stood there and prepared to try and defend himself from any attack the Crown threw at him. While that was going on, the Lor continued it’s descent toward the ground.

(Source: ask-magolor)

Plot RP: Played for a fool ((NOT OPEN.))

psychotic-jester-of-trickery:

Marx couldn’t really fight back anymore.  He wanted to, but he wasn’t getting anywhere, and his stubborn motivation was quickly dying back.  He wanted to scream, he felt anger welling up inside him, but he could do nothing about what was happening.  To him, that was the worst feeling in the world.  He couldn’t do this much longer.

He was just about ready to give up.

His body turned to face the blast magolor shot rather quickly, and tried to shield it’s face with it’s claws.  The blast was blocked from the crown just barely, but it damaged his hands.  Growling quietly and lowly, he brought his claws down in front of his head, examining them to make sure that they weren’t completely broken or something.  They weren’t destroyed, but the claws themselves were certainly less stable.

Marx mentally spoke up, thinking very quietly.

“… Go ahead and try.  Just try.  ‘s Not like you’re gonna get anywhere anyways…”

Marx knew that fighting back wasn’t going to help him anymore.  He knew he was probably done for.  But his anger fueled him just enough.. just enough that he didn’t give up.

Magolor watched the monitor closely as the Lor approached his destination. He then sprinted back to the room that contained Crowned Marx. Pop Star came into view from the Lor’s monitor, but the Crown didn’t know that.

Where are we now, pest? Can you tell me?! The Crown’s voice spoke up, as if he expected Marx to repeat these words to Magolor. It doesn’t matter where you take me, everything will be mine!

Magolor focused attention on the faded pupil of the crown that still sat on Marx’s head, gripping it tightly. The pupil had focused it’s attention on Magolor as well. “Do your worst, Crown.” Magolor growled, intending to hold off the Crown until they at least land.

If that’s what you want.. The Crown tightened it’s grip on Marx’s head. Then I will gladly comply..!

(Source: ask-magolor)

((OMG I’m so sorry

for me leaving for a really long time and not telling anyone.

in the middle of a plot RP.

Wow ok

I’m sorry guys.

I just have really bad writer’s block right now.

I’ll try to reply to that RP soon.

But marx-mun’s computer is a little broken at the moment. morelikealotbroken

So even if I do , it’s still slow going for now.

I’m sure.. we’ll be more active soon. Just wanted to apologize and stuff for being so inactive.

Spread the word though? I’m not exactly dead, I just wanted everyone to know n’ all.))

Plot RP: Played for a fool ((NOT OPEN.))

psychotic-jester-of-trickery:

Marx’s mind was racing, he had no idea how to handle this situation.  Sure, he’d been in some tight spots, but nothing like this.. never anything like this..  He couldn’t force a sound to escape his vocal cords, he couldn’t do much more to his body but make it shiver just a little, and that certainly wasn’t helping him at all!

“… Keh..  Get the fuck off my head..  Get OUT of my head.. Before I have to make you, you good for nothing, stupid little crown..”  Marx’s thoughts were weak, he could hardly think clearly, he was putting all of his energy into trying to fight back against the master crown.  He was feeling rather woozy, he had been having a hard enough time thinking BEFORE this happened.

The laser kept on charging, at this point it was nearly at the peak of it’s charge, shining rather bright at where the back of his throat would be.  His pupils shrunk as soon as Magolor made contact with the crown, and he raised up a clawed hand to try to swat Magolor away.  This was just enough to distract him from his attack, and the light began to slowly dull down as the concentrated energy began to disperse, tiny bit by tiny bit.

I’m afraid prying me from your head will not be that easy. The crown responded. Your body is mine now, it won’t be long until your own independant thought rots away.

The crown then turned his attention to Magolor. That fool! The crown cried. What does he think he’s accomplishing? Then again, the more impulsive his actions the easier it will be to get him out of my way..

Magolor retreated as fast as he could, but his reaction was still slightly delayed. The claw of Crowned Marx just barely grazed the side of his cheek, luckily it didn’t break through his skin. What can I do now?? Magolor thought to himself. I can’t beat him on my own, and I don’t want to accidently hurt Marx.. I don’t want him to gain control of Halcandra, but I can’t just.. or maybe.. Magolor shot another blast of dark energy at the Crown, hoping to stun him so it’d give him enough time to try something else.

Magolor quickly flew into the main room of the Lor, he looked up at the monitor and typed in the commands hesitantly. If no one there can help me.. I’m afraid we’re all doomed. His shaky hands made it hard to type, but he was able to type what he had to. Magolor slammed his finger down on another button and the commands were executed immediatly. The Lor rocketed into an interdimensional portal, the Crown perked up at this.

Going somewhere new, are we? The crown’s voice continued to echo throughout Marx’s head. Wherever it is, it will still be mine! I will own everything, everything in the universe!

(Source: ask-magolor)

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