DEVIL CONTEST
hello it is me YS Voya
Here is a bird devil contest for all of you. The deadline for this contest shall be Tuesday, April the 4th! If you have submissions you can put them in the ksbd tumblr, submit them to ksbdabbadon@gmail.com, or simply post them on this comic page.
May you reach concordance!
THE FACE is PALE – its simple face is charming in the way of a jumping spider – many large, shining eyes, and a hunched, spring-loaded posture that makes it look smaller than it is. It looks oddly harmless as far as pale devils go. One may even call it ‘cute’, if they preferred the grotesque or the insectoid. It seems to follow orders so perfectly, there’s no reason to assume its untrustworthy. It has no mouth for a silver tongue, but it doesn’t need it. With the pale devil’s status and silence, many disregard its presence or its agency. If it indicates it is here to deliver a package or guard something, why would they suspect otherwise? And besides, many will gladly fill someone’s silence with an interpretation they prefer.
Many also forget that the silent can still listen. The pale devil may be simple, and may have its own challenges communicating with the others, but it has likely overheard its share of secrets.
Also, the thought of a pale devil being the charmer of this team is amusing, isn’t it?
I seem to recall one Umwilla Scram Bluetar, the Stray. A winged (he can only glide) green devil who unthinkingly mutters poetry when concentrating, but barely responds when spoken to. He is the Acrobat, a former circus performer, and a thief who specializes in the taking of small pets and infants, which he often devours.
Just trying to get clarification…. so we’re drawing, or writing devils…. for I’m presuming use in the upcoming story arc…. ja? for the rescord, yes I am running with too much blood in my caffeine system.
There was also a pale devil, named Four Eighteen Nine Seven Thirty-Two Six Five by an efficient if uncreative magister. The Bruiser. It carries several weapons, but prefers to break limbs and necks with its own hands, of which it has many, as it enjoys the sound of bones cracking. Incredibly strong, good at following orders, but perhaps a little too cruel to be truly efficient.
I offer a potential memory of THE ACROBAT
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Red Bruiser, green mastermind, gold face, blue acrobat and blue mechanic
The mastermind was, of course, a gold devil. His name was Pha Mha, I believe. He dreamed only of wealth, though his tastes where simple. He worked as a fortuneteller, slyly pumping his customers for information and secrets about the Glittering Vault as he read their palms, learning as much from what they omitted as from what they told him. Over the course of a decade, he had put together more knowledge of the Vault then any outsider before him (besides perhaps Cio). All he needed was the team, though his unpleasant and cruel nature made that difficult.
OMG ITS BIRBS.
… is YS Voya full of owls, too?
More importantly, Jura Malfas San-Abstinyke is a golden devil legate who would aid our heroes, Artfully speaking their way around and through many a wall of hell-forged “law”.
Their masterful exploitation of privileges and others’ petty secrets may lead our heroes to all that they desire and fear, and the very-unsettling fears which loom above and lurk below.
Mezei Zammu Piv-Han Genoloth is a guard in the Vault. Possessing a gregarious charm unusual for a red, Mezei is quick to make friends and plays herself up as a “gentle giant”. In truth, she is bored of such work and leaps at the chance to be the Face. She rarely takes anything seriously or prepares, preferring to rely on her quick tongue and winning personality.
This blue insists on being called His Holiness, though her true name is considerably longer. Obsessed with all things religious, she wears assorted holy symbols and garments from a dozen different priesthoods, most of which she stole. She is unable to read, and so can’t quote actual holy texts, but she sees nothing wrong with making up her own and attributing them to existing religious books.
She is the Mechanic. She uses her long and spindly fingernails as lockpicks, and has a lot of experience with traps from her many years of robbing ancient temples. Not a particularly subtle thief, she always carries some manner of explosive to circumvent any puzzle or lock that proves too complex.
The pale devil Al-ber-atona-vik-ata-mash-ano-kores-getov-akad-aba-voloz-eba-tanin-o-koloris does not go by its name. For obvious reasons.
Al the Breaker, however, is a natural feature of the criminal underground. You put a device in front of Al, and Al disassembles it. It may take Al a while, but anything more complicated than a door’s hours are numbered once Al sits down in front of it and starts methodically working through its nigh-Liefeldian number of pouches, pockets, and bandoleers for the best tool to reduce it to its component simple machines.
When Al is handed a tool it does not already have, it will follow the gift-giver around for approximately one day, and accept direction from them as to what it should and should not be breaking.
If left unmonitored, of course, it will start disassembling things in its line of sight after fifteen minutes have passed.
If someone attempts to take its tools, it will risk breaking any number of the tools it has on hand in order to murder the offender.
Al is an incredibly useful machinist to have on a heist. It is, however, a serious difficulty getting it out of any place it has helped you break into. As a result, a tenuous diplomatic structure has emerged among the fraternity of criminal lords aware of Al’s existence, whereby Al is left behind as recompense for whatever its skills were used to steal/break/kill. “Sure, I took your crap, but hey! free Al for your next heist!”
Oh, I like this one.
Oscar, tha lackruth! I know tha was mixed up in this muddlesome farce, but none can say certainwise that tha was there for tha silver tongue, tha tricksome mind, or tha brawnful thews! Which was it then?
Birds are giants indeed, for they eat all the worms!
Birds WERE giants. Now they have found their size as they have found their voices. They are descendants of the mighty dinosaurs, rulers of the world, conquerable only by a Planet Killer. Show respect.
BIRDS, YOU SAY?!?!?!
I believe I met the Bruiser. It was a Pale, stout thing. Tall as three men, if you count the great millipede of a neck it had. Granted, the neck could slink back into the shoulders. Had a plump little gourd on its back. Carried a great big sash of steel rods at its hips, and a kept a few tassels of blue hair in a locket. Kept sniffing that hair, too. The arms were all noodley-useless, but oh, that neck could’ve cracked an angel in half with a good twist! And the pincers! Could make a bobbet worm jealous! Only accepted payment in exotic powders, though.
Let’s see here… Two masterminds were needed: A gold insider, and a green to exploit the secrets.
A blue imp was the acrobat, small size has it’s advantages besides!
The Bruiser was a big, ugly, big, violent, big and quietly loyal white devil. His chief quality was his bigness.
Another white devil served as the mechanic. Annoyingly chatty, even when silence was necessary, but highly competent.
And our face was, of course, A red devil. Used the stereotypes regarding his rank to his advantage.
A devil that pretends its a devil. Thing is, it knows that its only pretending.
VOID! VOID Void! void! void …
I think you should turn the colors on their head. Your descriptions of the roles have very obvious picks (Gold as Mastermind for example) but I think you should mix it up.
My suggestion only pertains to what colors should be which roles.
The Mastermind is a White Devil
The Face is a Green Devil
The Bruiser is a Blue Devil
The Mechanic is a Gold Devil
The Acrobat is a Red Devil
I know that my master, the red devil HUNGERER, was skillful enough to unpick locks with his long tongue. He had escaped from captivity many times in pursuit of his dream to devour the universe. We served him later, when we helped to maintain the great iron jaws he used to pulp meat in his infirmity. He was sybaritic and terrible, but we learned much from the marks of his teeth. Perhaps he was there – if there was something good to eat?
No black devils?
The team needs some more muscle.
I say a big, tough, red bruiser.
The Bruiser: A red devil with arms reminiscent of a gorilla, Papa Oscar Keeloweko is shorter than average for his peers due to a stooped posture. His favored method of problem resolution involves stabbing with a massive spear, a method that mixes poorly with impulsive curiosity.
The Face: A lanky blue who’s face is all but trapped in a grin that upsets the young and the chaste, Juliett is the wife of Papa Oscar, and the one who talks enough for both of them. She could talk enough for an entire party, but after some careful negotiating she was content to compromise.
The Mastermind: A white devil, as tragic irony would have it, who had been green when the plan was devised. It is a custodian to numerous scroll cases containing written copies of the plan, maps, schedules, and in one a rather peculiar blunderbuss. Tends to gravitate toward the Acrobat for linguistic reasons.
The Mechanic: Flibert E. Gibbert is a red devil who wears a poorly abuse longcoat that conceals a plethora of devil-crafted trinkets, such as the Pick Pocket and the Last Minute Solution. Each such item, from the most dangerous artifact to the most trivial bauble, has a story of adventure behind it Flibert would be glad to share with anyone who’ll cover his tab.
The Acrobat: She’s a blue devil who’s name was given in a language of hand gestures, much to her chagrin. Roughly translated, it becomes One Hundred and Thirty Two Filthy Lies. As the name has an angelic tone to it, what with beginning with a number, she has decided she’ll raise her status by besting a challenge a true angel could not.
Gollum Oprah Odysseys Shakespeare Elrond
Goes by Goose
Named by someone from Allison’s Earth, somewhere, somehow. It’s a rather embarrassing story so she’s not likely to recount it. Green Devil, Mechanic, has slender fingers and a mind for watching things explode. Searched for many years for the origins of her names, and is particularly fond of Oprah, as Goose is envious of the power she wields.
Considers herself a poet, despite not one of her “poems” being longer than a cheesy catchphrase, deadpanned. Always. Has a trove of inside jokes shared only with herself, and she’ll kill any who don’t laugh at them.
She once had wings, but one was cut off after a particularly nasty encounter with an angel, and she cut the other off herself shortly after. She emulates flying with a series of grappling hooks, which she uses to both get around like spiderman and slice through her enemies, or the enemies of those who earn her trust. You see, Goose isn’t one for money. If you can show her a good time and manage to do everything right in her strangely specific rules, she’ll keep around. Only if she can let a few things explode though, and have a chance to show off her “Opraw” power.
Captain Rahchi (Other names unknown)
Pale Devil, Mastermind
Completely mute, Rahchi cannot say a thing. He did however, learn to write. He carries a chalkboard around his neck and writes on it and scraps his nails on it when he wants attention. Wears a tiny, frayed tuxedo, with a bowtie. Is probably taking this the most serious out of anyone. Loves miniature soldier panorama toy sets. Doesn’t look at people unless they call him CAPTAIN Rahchi. Has a tragic backstory that could be a comic all on its own, filled with adventure, pirates that sail on land, death of the love interest(s) by magic swords, and talking tea sets. If only he could talk…