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Published: 2016-02-28 02:10:58 +0000 UTC; Views: 2011; Favourites: 28; Downloads: 0
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Thought about doing a an outertale Mist but then I saw reaper tale...an I was like, that has more promising fun to it.(even though...it is technically only for Sans) This was fun to draw.That and it gives me a reason to Make an evil Mistral...besides UFMist. This one basically kills people to take their souls. He speaks more in growls and grunts. He's more animal like. He can speak but...doesn't for some reason.
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Undertale (c) Toby fox
Reapertale is by...well I don't know because when I looked it up and I saw multiple blogs. So if you see this and you own the au. please tell me.
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In Reapertale each person represents something. Sans= Death Tori=Life Papyrus
Cen would represent Vengeful Death. Cause why not?Β
Paps has mercy
Sans is straight death
and Cen deals with karma and revenge
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Ah, Yeah. I looked on the blog and I was like. Okay, I like the look of this but where is the info. xD
Yeah I can see that...
I guess if Mist is going to be a reaper...
Maybe Wrongful Death.
Kills anything he comes across, especially if they have done nothing wrong. Children are a common target. *Shrugs*
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Ok.
the four scythes make sense now. So many sharp objects swinging around its hard NOT to die around him. Nice design.
with Cen it think I will do the scale and sword for karma and a scythe on his back for vengeful kills.
scale equals judgementΒ
sword equals justice/karmaΒ
scythe equals vengeance/payback
the sword is named karma and the scythe is named payback
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Thanks.
Hmmm, Yeah that seems like a good design for him.
Nice and well designed.
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*Sees another Mistral*"Oh, hi..."*glances around*"I shouldn't stay long here... Bye!!"*waves at Mistral*
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*He just growls at you as you run away.*
(But yeah. I'm on a roll. xD)
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((I don't know too much about Reapertale...))
*trips*"Huh? What'd I trip over...?"
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((From my understanding it revolves around Sans is the Reaper and Toriel is the Goddess of life. xD That is it. I just wanted to make Mist into an evil reaper. xD))
*Looking down there was a thick piece of 'cloth?' from his hood. That tightened up and tripped you. Growling starts becoming louder and a scythe starts to crash down on you.*
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"Uh-oh, not a Mistral I'm used to... noted..."
*Dralka dodges the scythe and untangles her foot; standing on her toes so she can dodge fast
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*Several Other scythes came flying over at her as he stalked slowly closer.*
((Okay this is a thing now. xD Every Conversation we have ends in an Rp.
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*Dralka's instincts are blaring at her to not be touched by his blades, or him; she gracefully dodges around the scythes, she backs up to keep her distance
((Huh... I think you're right.))
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*No matter he running he still seemes to come at her. Like a Spider to Prey he slices around her. Hoping to keep her in one place.*
((Yeah I think I am too. xD ))
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*Dralka manages to keep herself from being trapped and makes a mad dash for a nearby cliff, listening very carefully so she knows when to dodge
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*He doesn't relent in fact he picks up speed as you near the cliff.
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*Dralka dives off the cliff and opens her wings; she is now flying and is more agile
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*He just growls and watches angrily as his prey gets away. Looks like he has to find a new fly.*
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*Dralka stays out of his range, but follows him in curiosity
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*In her watch, Mistral seems to be a killing machine. He stalks and kills anyone in his sight. He harvests souls to feed on without remorse.
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"Do you only kill? Or do you have other hobbies?"
*Dralka is still out of his range and being careful about her location in the sky
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*He glance up at her from his last victem.
"K-kill...."
*He sharpened his blades with the other.
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*Dralka is actually surprised she got any words out of him
"Hm... Ya' sure?"
*She seems to be carefully watching his blades and is checking her distance away from him
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*As he was sharpening his scythes, he purrs slightly as he was slightly amused by the sparked coming off of them. Maybe it felt good to do this, to him at least.
"Sharp...."
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"Yes, very sharp... How do you keep them so sharp?"
*It seems like Dralka has nothing better to do than to try and talk with this Mistral...
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*He blinked at her for a moment as he thought. He stretched the scythes as far as he could and made the same sharpening motion.
"'C-come closer....I...I show you..."
*His voice was in a higher key in a childish tone.
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"... will you try to sharpen them on me?"
*Dralka is being cautious, and stays outside of his range
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"S-Sharp Sharp...C-Come close. C-Can't sharpen on flesh..."
*He slide the scythes against each other as if beckoning.*
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*Dralka tenses, but does come closer
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*Although he didn't cut her he did wrap her up in the strong skill like leather of the hood, Dragging her close.
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*Dralka's wings strain against the fabric and she seems ready to summon her blades at any moment
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*He got her face close to his. He raised a rapier that was attached to his hand and poked her forehead*
"Don't run...."
*He growled soon after.*
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"... Ok..."
*Dralka is still very tense, but no longer is trying to escape; she is watching Mistral's actions closely though
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*He keeps hold of her. As he sharpens his blades using the other. they create Sparks.
"Shaaaaarp..."
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*Dralka is watching his motions with more than caution now, she is unbothered by the sparks and is learning how he sharpens his weapons
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*He seems to enjoy the feel of the sharpening of the scythes. As if they were parts of him that was being messaged. He begins to purr.
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*Dralka is mentally stuck between asking him to release her and saying he is cute; for now she settles with tensing further but with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth
((Seriously, deadly reaper is not killing and is purring? Cute!!))
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*Once he was done sharpening his Blades. He puts one to her neck. In a childish voice he asked in a growl.*
"Sharp?"
((Yep. He's more animal like then the other Mistrals. xD))
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*Dralka goes extremely still
"Yep, looks very sharp... I also have blades, but I doubt you want me to tear through the cloth to show them to you..."
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*He removes the Blade but not with out silting her throat with a paper thin cut. He growls in annoyance.
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"You gunna let me go so I can show you?"
*Dralka is mostly ignoring the cut
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*He drops her hard on the ground. Looking at her with a Blank expression.
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*Dralka backs away a bit before calling out her blades
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*The Reaper looked at her blades in curiosity. He hit the Blades with his scythes in a curious poking action.
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*The blade sparks and Dralka watches Mistral cautiously as she flicks one of them open to show him that it can do that
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*He seemed more curious than anything as He rubbed and poked at the blades with his scythes like as if they were hands.
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*Dralka huffs and watches him mess around
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*After Tapping for a bit he pointed at The Blades with one of his Scythes.
"Sharp?"
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"Yeah, they are quite sharp."
*Dralka turns enough to cut at a tree, it slices most of the way through and then suddenly twists slightly sideways; Dralka had to stop it
"Shoot... the tree's gunna fall..."
*Dralka shifts over and untwists the blade after making sure neither she nor Mistral will be crushed
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