Alina got off of her motorcycle. She propped it up. She created a baseball bat out of darkness. Said bat appeared in her right hand. She held it in a position identical to one of a batter at the ready, preparing to swing the bat should it be necessary.
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Private/Closed Convergence Omniversal Heroes
- Thread starter Funny Sans Rat
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Name: Akame, Bakugou, Dipper, Erza, Finn & Jake, Raven, Star
Location: Warzone
Erza's eyes widened slightly when the Soviet commander unleashed the flames of his jets, and as her clothing began to glow in immediate response it appeared momentarily that she had been consumed by them.
"I can handle this one! Aid the others with the Soviet Infantry, leave this one soldier to me!" Erza yelled out as she assured that she could handle him alone. She figured the others usefulness could be better served on the bulk of the army, and her personal pride and confidence in her ability was enough to drive her to want to settle this one on one.
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Name: Kale
Location: Specter's Ship
Kale watched as Specter displayed a monitor before her, which showed Chief, Flynn, Hiro, Hunter and the Robot Masters as they battled another of the robot masters while Specter claimed that they violated the cease fire, which brought her all sorts of questions to her mind that she was quick to inquire about.
"C-cease fire? Was this mentioned to the others? I don't recall you sending a m-message or making an intercom c-call or something?" Kale asked, as she pointed out that odds of that group even having been aware of a "cease fire" seemed doubtful given he had mentioned it to her only as a promise but had not acted on it or brought it to...anyone's attention. His forces or her friends.
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Name: Hiro
Location: Specter's Fortress
"Hi there, hope you don't mind if I drop by. Here, I even brought a present. THUNDER!" Hiro called out, as he held his Keyblade up and began to rain down electric blasts to do damage to Timeman's fortress and if one of them reached him the Robot Master himself.
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Name: Caulifla
Location: Camelot (Castle)
Caulifla blinked a bit at the mention of Cabba, enough to draw her curiosity as she folded her arms over her chest. "Yeah, I know him. The real question here is how do you know who Cabba is? Wait....Cabba mentioned something about Saiyans of another universe when he traveled with Hit and others. Are you one of those other universe Saiyans?" Caulifla asked, as she had began to put two and two together based on Cabba's account of his exploits in that inter-universe tournament
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Name: Azula
Location: Camelot (Forest)
Well, he can keep a cool head in a chaotic situation. A bit too lax for my usual tolerance, but it's better to deal with that than Ty Lee-level enthusiasm.
Given that neither Sam or Negan decided to address the newcomer's question directly, Azula decided to do it herself. Given it seemed all but inevitable that he'd be tagging along with them plus would serve to make her appear more trusting.
"Well, as for where we are. We have yet to iron out the details there. As far as we know, a kingdom of a world different from our own." Azula said to Belowski as she gave her honest answer.
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Name: Yang
Location: Camelot (Caves)
"Well, it seemed we each found these weird shining crystals that, upon touch, warped us here. If I had to give you an honest answer." Yang replied as she addressed Raiden's question.
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Name: Blake & Weiss
Location: Camelot (???)
Blake glanced at the blood-soaked rag that Goblin Slayer handed them, which caused Weiss to wince slightly as the idea that they'd have to cover themselves in the blood of these revolting attackers.
"A-are you serious!? Is there no other way you have the capacity to sneak around without covering yourself with the guts of your enemies?" Weiss replied back, as the idea seemed unappealing to her as Blake glances at the rag before she began strategic patch spots on her body; just enough to get the scent.
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Name: Toph
Location: Goldenwalk City
"Alright, I think I've heard enough here. You two seemed like you aren't willing to help a girl out, so I guess I'll have to go the extra mile here."
Toph's words had been followed up but a strong stance, as she aimed to take their guns from their hands and pull them from their persons. If she had been successful, she'd follow it up with a stomp and make some Earth slabs move around them to pin them in place. These guys seemed to be the bad guys, but more importantly they seemed to deliberately chose words to try and tick Toph off. And when you messed with the Strongest Earth Bender's pride, you were bound to pay.
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Name: Lucario
Location: Goldenwalk City
Lucario heard the newcomer introduce herself as Alina, and given her status as a "lioness" rather than a human in its eyes already it found the company more tolerable than the humans he had to associate with.
When Lucario heard the van comment, it decided to leap into action in the literal sense as the Pokemon moved ontop of the van to confront whatever it was that seemed to land on it.
Location: Warzone
Erza's eyes widened slightly when the Soviet commander unleashed the flames of his jets, and as her clothing began to glow in immediate response it appeared momentarily that she had been consumed by them.
Slash!
Only for Erza to appear, Requipped into her Flame Empress Armor that offered its natural fire resistance as a safeguard, as she dove through the flames to the Soviet Commander's jets and delivered a slash as she aimed to try and slice at one of them.
"I can handle this one! Aid the others with the Soviet Infantry, leave this one soldier to me!" Erza yelled out as she assured that she could handle him alone. She figured the others usefulness could be better served on the bulk of the army, and her personal pride and confidence in her ability was enough to drive her to want to settle this one on one.
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Name: Kale
Location: Specter's Ship
Kale watched as Specter displayed a monitor before her, which showed Chief, Flynn, Hiro, Hunter and the Robot Masters as they battled another of the robot masters while Specter claimed that they violated the cease fire, which brought her all sorts of questions to her mind that she was quick to inquire about.
"C-cease fire? Was this mentioned to the others? I don't recall you sending a m-message or making an intercom c-call or something?" Kale asked, as she pointed out that odds of that group even having been aware of a "cease fire" seemed doubtful given he had mentioned it to her only as a promise but had not acted on it or brought it to...anyone's attention. His forces or her friends.
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Name: Hiro
Location: Specter's Fortress
Now's my chance!
When the hole for the barrier opened up momentarily, Hiro used his pixie dust-powered flight and a strong jump to shoot himself through it as he followed the attacks. Just before it closed, Hiro managed to get himself through as he landed on the other side; he faced Timeman with a slightly smug grin on his face.
"Hi there, hope you don't mind if I drop by. Here, I even brought a present. THUNDER!" Hiro called out, as he held his Keyblade up and began to rain down electric blasts to do damage to Timeman's fortress and if one of them reached him the Robot Master himself.
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Name: Caulifla
Location: Camelot (Castle)
Caulifla blinked a bit at the mention of Cabba, enough to draw her curiosity as she folded her arms over her chest. "Yeah, I know him. The real question here is how do you know who Cabba is? Wait....Cabba mentioned something about Saiyans of another universe when he traveled with Hit and others. Are you one of those other universe Saiyans?" Caulifla asked, as she had began to put two and two together based on Cabba's account of his exploits in that inter-universe tournament
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Name: Azula
Location: Camelot (Forest)
Well, he can keep a cool head in a chaotic situation. A bit too lax for my usual tolerance, but it's better to deal with that than Ty Lee-level enthusiasm.
Given that neither Sam or Negan decided to address the newcomer's question directly, Azula decided to do it herself. Given it seemed all but inevitable that he'd be tagging along with them plus would serve to make her appear more trusting.
"Well, as for where we are. We have yet to iron out the details there. As far as we know, a kingdom of a world different from our own." Azula said to Belowski as she gave her honest answer.
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Name: Yang
Location: Camelot (Caves)
"Well, it seemed we each found these weird shining crystals that, upon touch, warped us here. If I had to give you an honest answer." Yang replied as she addressed Raiden's question.
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Name: Blake & Weiss
Location: Camelot (???)
Blake glanced at the blood-soaked rag that Goblin Slayer handed them, which caused Weiss to wince slightly as the idea that they'd have to cover themselves in the blood of these revolting attackers.
"A-are you serious!? Is there no other way you have the capacity to sneak around without covering yourself with the guts of your enemies?" Weiss replied back, as the idea seemed unappealing to her as Blake glances at the rag before she began strategic patch spots on her body; just enough to get the scent.
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Name: Toph
Location: Goldenwalk City
"Alright, I think I've heard enough here. You two seemed like you aren't willing to help a girl out, so I guess I'll have to go the extra mile here."
Toph's words had been followed up but a strong stance, as she aimed to take their guns from their hands and pull them from their persons. If she had been successful, she'd follow it up with a stomp and make some Earth slabs move around them to pin them in place. These guys seemed to be the bad guys, but more importantly they seemed to deliberately chose words to try and tick Toph off. And when you messed with the Strongest Earth Bender's pride, you were bound to pay.
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Name: Lucario
Location: Goldenwalk City
Lucario heard the newcomer introduce herself as Alina, and given her status as a "lioness" rather than a human in its eyes already it found the company more tolerable than the humans he had to associate with.
When Lucario heard the van comment, it decided to leap into action in the literal sense as the Pokemon moved ontop of the van to confront whatever it was that seemed to land on it.
Goldenwalk Van
“What the hell are you?” Sawyer asked from inside of his symbiotic body. He seemed to have some sort of control over his actions.
“Who cares what it is?” Riot’s voice rang in his head. “Food is food.”
Riot shot a tentacle at Lucario, transforming the tentacle into a large scythe. He swung at the Pokémon, attempting to knock him off the van.
“Well that’s new,” Sawyer muttered.
“What is going on up there?” Thor asked. Rocket crawled out the window and saw Riot facing off with Lucario.
“Not another one of these damn things,” Rocket said before firing at Riot with his gun. Riot dodged before attempting to slice at Rocket with the scythe.
Goldenwalk City
Peter sensed the conflict and ran over, occasionally shooting webs to sling between buildings. He was heading for the robbed building.
Marseille Outskirts
Vader and Bowser stood as Sawyer disappeared before them.
“Where do you suppose we go from here?” Vader asked Bowser. The Koopa King shrugged his shoulders. Suddenly, another portal opened up, and the two were sucked in.
Dimensional Gateway
Kaleb was flying through the endless tunnel of space. “When does this end?” he thought to himself. He sent out Charizard and got on his back. “Fly me to any possible exit you can find!” he told Charizard. The Pokémon nodded before flying through the tunnel of space.
“What the hell are you?” Sawyer asked from inside of his symbiotic body. He seemed to have some sort of control over his actions.
“Who cares what it is?” Riot’s voice rang in his head. “Food is food.”
Riot shot a tentacle at Lucario, transforming the tentacle into a large scythe. He swung at the Pokémon, attempting to knock him off the van.
“Well that’s new,” Sawyer muttered.
“What is going on up there?” Thor asked. Rocket crawled out the window and saw Riot facing off with Lucario.
“Not another one of these damn things,” Rocket said before firing at Riot with his gun. Riot dodged before attempting to slice at Rocket with the scythe.
Goldenwalk City
Peter sensed the conflict and ran over, occasionally shooting webs to sling between buildings. He was heading for the robbed building.
Marseille Outskirts
Vader and Bowser stood as Sawyer disappeared before them.
“Where do you suppose we go from here?” Vader asked Bowser. The Koopa King shrugged his shoulders. Suddenly, another portal opened up, and the two were sucked in.
Dimensional Gateway
Kaleb was flying through the endless tunnel of space. “When does this end?” he thought to himself. He sent out Charizard and got on his back. “Fly me to any possible exit you can find!” he told Charizard. The Pokémon nodded before flying through the tunnel of space.
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Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Belowski
Location: Camelot
With: Team Negan
Belowski tilted his head to what Azula said, almost as to see it from another angle. He then put his hands behind his head, give a chuckle.
“Looks like we are all lost then, haha...ain’t that awesome? Like the universe itself is pulling us together...wicked...”
He then turned his head to another member of the gang, Negan. His eyes ran across his form, lifting a finger to point to him.
“Oh! Who are you and your friend you got in there?”
Despite Venom not having given himself an appearance to Belowski, it was like the boy had a sixth Sense. If he did, it didn’t seem as though he thought much of said power.
Name: Specter
Location: Specter’s Ship
“I spoke with your friends very much present. They heard it from me in the flesh. That would be more than enough to get the message across.” Specter spoke, tapping his fingers on his armchair. “Now your just coming up with excuses for their crimes. Can you not see what’s right in front of you?”
Specter had noticed her massive slant toward the humans with her last comment, ignoring the log in their eyes while focusing on the splinter in his. His eyes looked to a monitor on the right, showing detailed information on Doomslayer’s scan. With the doomslayer immobile, he couldn’t stop the scan. Perfect opportunity to acquire data.
Name: Timeman
Location: Specter Fortress Rooftop
Timeman blinked when he heard a clatter on the hull. Turns out in a cunning move Hiro has latched onto the armor of the ship to avoid the shield flare he had created by being under the shield in the first place! Very creative, risky, but creative.
“You think you can fool time you pathetic welp?” Timeman’s voice came through the intercom on the outside of the ship. “Time Slow!”
He cast time slow right before Hiro unleashed his thunder attack. Timeman had time to charge up this one, being in the safety of a ship. He opened a hatch and lunged to the outside, batting his hand wide across himself, dozens upon dozens of second hand temporal arrows had appeared.
During the time slow, the arrows hacked away at every single bit of lighting that had shocked his way, while in real time all that could be registered was Timeman all of a sudden materializing there and holding out his hand, the lightning all bust vanishing. As the lightning subsided, Timeman gave a huff, looking at Hiro directly in the eyes.
“Your Time has run out. Can you not see you are already outdated? I have had more than enough time to predict your every move you will make down to the nanosecond. My tactics are flawless. You cannot win against perfection.”
Seemingly triggered by a time clock, the defenses on the ship aimed at hiro’s exact position. Similar to the treatment Doomslayer got, the weapons all fired at the key blade wielder. From missiles, railguns, plasma cannons, you name it. It seemed Timeman wasn’t bluffing!
Location: Camelot
With: Team Negan
Belowski tilted his head to what Azula said, almost as to see it from another angle. He then put his hands behind his head, give a chuckle.
“Looks like we are all lost then, haha...ain’t that awesome? Like the universe itself is pulling us together...wicked...”
He then turned his head to another member of the gang, Negan. His eyes ran across his form, lifting a finger to point to him.
“Oh! Who are you and your friend you got in there?”
Despite Venom not having given himself an appearance to Belowski, it was like the boy had a sixth Sense. If he did, it didn’t seem as though he thought much of said power.
Name: Specter
Location: Specter’s Ship
“I spoke with your friends very much present. They heard it from me in the flesh. That would be more than enough to get the message across.” Specter spoke, tapping his fingers on his armchair. “Now your just coming up with excuses for their crimes. Can you not see what’s right in front of you?”
Specter had noticed her massive slant toward the humans with her last comment, ignoring the log in their eyes while focusing on the splinter in his. His eyes looked to a monitor on the right, showing detailed information on Doomslayer’s scan. With the doomslayer immobile, he couldn’t stop the scan. Perfect opportunity to acquire data.
Name: Timeman
Location: Specter Fortress Rooftop
Timeman blinked when he heard a clatter on the hull. Turns out in a cunning move Hiro has latched onto the armor of the ship to avoid the shield flare he had created by being under the shield in the first place! Very creative, risky, but creative.
“You think you can fool time you pathetic welp?” Timeman’s voice came through the intercom on the outside of the ship. “Time Slow!”
He cast time slow right before Hiro unleashed his thunder attack. Timeman had time to charge up this one, being in the safety of a ship. He opened a hatch and lunged to the outside, batting his hand wide across himself, dozens upon dozens of second hand temporal arrows had appeared.
During the time slow, the arrows hacked away at every single bit of lighting that had shocked his way, while in real time all that could be registered was Timeman all of a sudden materializing there and holding out his hand, the lightning all bust vanishing. As the lightning subsided, Timeman gave a huff, looking at Hiro directly in the eyes.
“Your Time has run out. Can you not see you are already outdated? I have had more than enough time to predict your every move you will make down to the nanosecond. My tactics are flawless. You cannot win against perfection.”
Seemingly triggered by a time clock, the defenses on the ship aimed at hiro’s exact position. Similar to the treatment Doomslayer got, the weapons all fired at the key blade wielder. From missiles, railguns, plasma cannons, you name it. It seemed Timeman wasn’t bluffing!
The Milano
Drax shouted back at Gamora. The two had been arguing over how the ship works since Peter and Rocket both vanished. Gamora, of course, was right, but Drax didn’t realize that.
“Ever since Peter and Rocket disappeared we have done nothing but argue!” she had told him. “Shouldn’t we be looking for them?”
When she asked him that last question, he nodded and started searching the ship. After a few minutes he found a shard, just like the one that made Peter disappear.
“Gamora!” he called out. “I found it!”
He picked it up and started running towards her, but it sucked him into a portal. Two seconds later, Drax was gone.
The Halberd
Meta Knight was flying the ship away from Kirby, trying to keep his rival from landing on the ship. Suddenly, he spotted a crystal shard under the ship’s control pad.
He reached down to grab it, but it created a portal and sucked him in.
Big Blue
The Blue Falcon whizzed past all the other vehicles as Captain Falcon took first place. He managed to keep his speed up and cross the finish line.
“We have a winner!”
He stepped out of the vehicle, but he tripped over a strange blue shard in the street. It suddenly created a portal and sucked him into it.
New York City (Heroes Universe)
Sylar had Mohinder pinned to the ceiling and prepared to finish off Petrelli. He was suddenly thrown back by Peter, who then regenerated before turning invisible. Mohinder fell off the ceiling as Sylar lost his concentration. Sylar retaliated by flinging multiple glass shards in all directions. One of them stopped in midair, blood dripping from it. Peter then became visible once more. The shard of glass was protruding from the back of his head.
Suddenly, one of the shards on the ground starting shaking. It was blue, unlike the other shards. It created a portal and sucked Sylar in, leaving Mohinder with the bleeding Peter Petrelli.
Drax shouted back at Gamora. The two had been arguing over how the ship works since Peter and Rocket both vanished. Gamora, of course, was right, but Drax didn’t realize that.
“Ever since Peter and Rocket disappeared we have done nothing but argue!” she had told him. “Shouldn’t we be looking for them?”
When she asked him that last question, he nodded and started searching the ship. After a few minutes he found a shard, just like the one that made Peter disappear.
“Gamora!” he called out. “I found it!”
He picked it up and started running towards her, but it sucked him into a portal. Two seconds later, Drax was gone.
The Halberd
Meta Knight was flying the ship away from Kirby, trying to keep his rival from landing on the ship. Suddenly, he spotted a crystal shard under the ship’s control pad.
He reached down to grab it, but it created a portal and sucked him in.
Big Blue
The Blue Falcon whizzed past all the other vehicles as Captain Falcon took first place. He managed to keep his speed up and cross the finish line.
“We have a winner!”
He stepped out of the vehicle, but he tripped over a strange blue shard in the street. It suddenly created a portal and sucked him into it.
New York City (Heroes Universe)
Sylar had Mohinder pinned to the ceiling and prepared to finish off Petrelli. He was suddenly thrown back by Peter, who then regenerated before turning invisible. Mohinder fell off the ceiling as Sylar lost his concentration. Sylar retaliated by flinging multiple glass shards in all directions. One of them stopped in midair, blood dripping from it. Peter then became visible once more. The shard of glass was protruding from the back of his head.
Suddenly, one of the shards on the ground starting shaking. It was blue, unlike the other shards. It created a portal and sucked Sylar in, leaving Mohinder with the bleeding Peter Petrelli.
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Koji and Alina jumped into action. Alina swung the bat of darkness at the scythe. Koji pulled out his D-Tector. He then Spirit Evolved into Lobomon.
Ali nodded to Erza. She then ran off. She knocked over Soviet soldiers as she looked for someone to assist. Danny kept an eye on Dipper, blasting Soviets that got too close.
Ali nodded to Erza. She then ran off. She knocked over Soviet soldiers as she looked for someone to assist. Danny kept an eye on Dipper, blasting Soviets that got too close.
Pro Hero Dekiru
Previously Battle Legend G.K.
Goku
Camelot (Castle Throne Room)
"Yeah!" Goku replied, a little glad that she had calmed down. "I'm a Saiyan from the 7th Universe. My name's Goku. What's yours?"
Talon and Macy
Camelot Forest
A split second after they had vanished, they appeared back into reality.
Into a new reality.
"What the f#ck?!"
Talon, on instinct, activated his arm blades. But there was nobody there to stab.
"Where the hell are we?!" he exclaimed. "Nova--"
But she wasn't there. It was only the two of them.
Camelot (Castle Throne Room)
"Yeah!" Goku replied, a little glad that she had calmed down. "I'm a Saiyan from the 7th Universe. My name's Goku. What's yours?"
Talon and Macy
Camelot Forest
A split second after they had vanished, they appeared back into reality.
Into a new reality.
"What the f#ck?!"
Talon, on instinct, activated his arm blades. But there was nobody there to stab.
"Where the hell are we?!" he exclaimed. "Nova--"
But she wasn't there. It was only the two of them.
Mokko
Previously Blatant Mokery
Noah
Camelot Front Gates
Noah glanced around his surroundings. He was standing in the middle of a ring of dead grass, a combination of effects from both Joan and Mirror Wall. He was standing in front of a castle run by anthropomorphic animals in knight's armor, he's just fought a weird guy with a sword who'd only said two words, and he was now being arrested by this... whoever this was. Man, Gozaburo had a strange sense of humor. He decided to obey Percival's demand, and set his deck on top of the DMSS before placing the device gently on the ground. The card on the bottom of his deck was summoned, but discretely.
That was only a precaution, in case the creepy animals decided to lock him up and throw away the key. He doubted it, unless this game's bad endings were easily accessible. He stood, trying not to focus on his perfect device being dirtied like this. If worst came to worst, maybe he could try making a getaway, but that seemed most unwise.
He really didn't want to be forced into summoning his strongest card just yet, but if all the enemies in this level were as strong as that one guy, he wouldn't have a choice. These animal people didn't look very strong, but there was the possibility that his father hadn't intended them as enemies.
Minotaur
Forest (W/ Lancer & Susie)
Minotaur raised its arm as Susie swung, and punched the bladed side. This would have torn a normal human's arm into two, but instead of cutting Minotaur's flesh, the axe was sent flying into a nearby stone, piercing it.
"You dare swing your filthy blade at me, unclean one?" Minotaur growled, clearly ticked off from what'd happened. His nostrils flared. "Only the most vile ones would dare oppose Aquila or his allies. I wonder if Nanashi would mind me making it rain blood."
Minotaur appeared to have taken the axe swing as a challenge, preparing to attack Susie.
Star-Lord
Forest
"What the hell!? Get off of me!" Star Lord yelled as a short creature grabbed onto his legs, just before he'd gained any real speed. He increased the strength of his rocket boots, hoping that this thing would be smart enough to let go before they both plummeted and got a mouthful of whatever plants were growing in this weird forest.
Camelot Front Gates
Noah glanced around his surroundings. He was standing in the middle of a ring of dead grass, a combination of effects from both Joan and Mirror Wall. He was standing in front of a castle run by anthropomorphic animals in knight's armor, he's just fought a weird guy with a sword who'd only said two words, and he was now being arrested by this... whoever this was. Man, Gozaburo had a strange sense of humor. He decided to obey Percival's demand, and set his deck on top of the DMSS before placing the device gently on the ground. The card on the bottom of his deck was summoned, but discretely.
That was only a precaution, in case the creepy animals decided to lock him up and throw away the key. He doubted it, unless this game's bad endings were easily accessible. He stood, trying not to focus on his perfect device being dirtied like this. If worst came to worst, maybe he could try making a getaway, but that seemed most unwise.
He really didn't want to be forced into summoning his strongest card just yet, but if all the enemies in this level were as strong as that one guy, he wouldn't have a choice. These animal people didn't look very strong, but there was the possibility that his father hadn't intended them as enemies.
Minotaur
Forest (W/ Lancer & Susie)
Minotaur raised its arm as Susie swung, and punched the bladed side. This would have torn a normal human's arm into two, but instead of cutting Minotaur's flesh, the axe was sent flying into a nearby stone, piercing it.
"You dare swing your filthy blade at me, unclean one?" Minotaur growled, clearly ticked off from what'd happened. His nostrils flared. "Only the most vile ones would dare oppose Aquila or his allies. I wonder if Nanashi would mind me making it rain blood."
Minotaur appeared to have taken the axe swing as a challenge, preparing to attack Susie.
Star-Lord
Forest
"What the hell!? Get off of me!" Star Lord yelled as a short creature grabbed onto his legs, just before he'd gained any real speed. He increased the strength of his rocket boots, hoping that this thing would be smart enough to let go before they both plummeted and got a mouthful of whatever plants were growing in this weird forest.
The Hunter
Specter Fortress Roof
There was a brief moment the shield was down, and the Hunter attempted to fire at it. The clock was ranting on about some shite, how he needed to do something.
And then there was a grand blast, and the world got hazy for a moment.
He was in a medical ward. He had been injured in battle. A stray bullet had hit him in the fight. He coughed for a moment, and then he wondered why he was there- where everyone else had gone. And then he realized, this wasn't that town. No Specter hung in the sky, no Clock boasting about defeating them. Just that damnable war, and a damnable cough. And then it faded as it came.
His half lidded eyes flitted open. He didn't have time for bizarre recollections. The shield had blasted him into a wall, and he could feel it. He pulled himself off the ground, pulling out one of his blood vials. He reached for his saw cleaver- ah, it had been blasted out of his hand from the flare. As he injected the blood, he could feel himself become revitalized- and he had an idea.
Shears managed to hold it open with his giant shears, so why couldn't he with a giant sword?
The holy blade, as it were called, was a rather curious weapon. It was often used as a one handed sword- but, with the click of a button, it would lock itself to it's bulky metal sheath, becoming a large claymore esque weapon. It would be good enough to pierce through, no doubt! But, in the case he needed more power, he had another idea.
The Hunter still had a few pieces of Bolt Paper. They would be useless if not put to use. So, he rubbed it upon the sword's large blade, sparks arcing from it, crackling with electricity.
Two hands on the handle, and he himself ready for another round. And as he thrust the sparking large blade forward, he smiled.
This war machine would fall to his blade, Hiro, the Chief, and Automatons beside him.
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Raiden
Mountainside
"Robots?" Raiden wasn't the biggest fan of AI, though Blade Wolf didn't seem too bad. Considering this Z robot had apparently knocked a teenager unconscious for no reason other than for kicks made him think more of the GW. The crystal part seemed to line up with his piece of "glass". "Well, I guess we should avoid those crystals then. Or seek them out if we want to fix things."
The bird creature returned from the mountain top. Said she found the castle. The skeleton came back and confirmed the same thing. Well, good. They had somewhere to go. Northeast. Unfortunately Raiden wasn't able to manually set Soliton Radar destinations, but he had gotten the general direction of where to go. In the interest of not outrunning the rest of the group, he didn't run- not yet, at the least.
And as the group departed, Snake introduced Raiden to the bird creature. Shantae was the name. Had magic according to Snake. "Well, if I hadn't met a skeleton and heard this from anyone else, I wouldn't believe it. The name's Raiden." He looked her over for a moment. Feathery and blue skinned, though with some vaguely human features. He was a bit confused. "If you don't mind me asking Shantae, what exactly are you?" It may of been a little tactless, but considering he fought monsters and met a skeleton he wanted to get things specific.
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Jetstream Sam
Camelot Forest
Nanashi? Seemed Japanese. Which made sense, him being from Tokyo and all of that. Though his mention of 'demons' piqued Sam's interest, if just for a moment. "Demons? Well, first time meeting a demon in the flesh, but today is a lot of firsts for me. In any case, welcome to our little group." He smiled (Unsurprisingly) Negan approached, talking of kids. Negan had been busy entertaining himself with the sleepy eyed kid before, though clearly his entertainment had waned. Considering what his employer was doing, he couldn't really say he was good with kids either.
"Aside from our sitting business, what of this camp? Should we start collecting firewood?" Sam didn't really know what else to do. Go catch and skin some rabbits? Look for wild greens? And then there was noise from the bushes. Seemed as if Nanashi's demons weren't settling well.
"Nanashi, these demons...were they armed?"
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Sarah
Camelot Forest w/ Team Lora
"Oh, uh, hey, I just realized something." Sarah turned back to the group. "So I picked up Mr. Katana's and Red head's names, Jin and Lora, right?" She thought they were accurate names, though Lora wasn't exactly redheaded. "But uh, I sorta missed your two names. Mr. Mage and Blue...head." Mr Mage was accurate. Though Sarah shamelessly had made up the definition of 'Blue head'. Was a more applicable term "Blunette"? Well, too late now. She was a blue-head no matter what. Hopefully the group wouldn't run into other weirdly colored hair folks. Naturally colored like that. If it was hair dye then she'd assume it bleed out at some point and ruin the illusion of multi-colored hair.
Aside from that, she awaited Mr. Mage and Blue Head's response.
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Kiran
Camelot Castle
Bro wished to dispel something concerning his puppet. He had a name.
"Cal. Nice, nice name." Well, at least he wouldn't sound totally condescending talking about the puppet. People had hobbies, some being designing tools and technology...and others being puppets.
"So, let's see who-" Kiran had to squint at what he saw. They were knights, okay, that made sense. It was a castle, tourists liked that. But they were anthromorphic animals! "...What?"
Okay, he couldn't judge, hobbies, hobbies...He tried to compose himself. "Uh, I mean...Hello!" He wore a big smile as he approached one of the guards. And that's when he spotted something else...suspect...A furry one who looked a little more significant and dressed then the other guards chaining up a kid. Uh, questions for later. "I'm afraid I'm a bit lost, along with my accomplice here- Bro." He gestured to Dirk. "I was hoping that you could tell us where we are."
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Priscilla
"Base", Goldenwalk City
Alina the...Lioness. Oh good. Anthromorphic apex predator. And of course, here came Quint and Jackson. Whose faces showed nothing but confusion at the increasingly ridiculous folks showing up.
"And this is...a person in a suit...?"
"No," Priscilla told Quint. "No, not a suit. A lioness. Person. We'll figure everything out. Let's just get inside before anyone else drops out of the sky and-"
There was another howling vortex, and then a thump on the van.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Lucario took it upon himself to investigate that thump. A person...well, it looked like a person at a glance...was atop the van. But then, she noticed. That thing? That thing was definitely not human. One hundred percent not human. Even worse, apparently the Raccoon had known what it was! It rose one of it's tendrils, it transforming into a scythe, slashing at Lucario. The Raccoon had whipped out a gun of his own, strangely high-tech- blasting into the beastly figure. As much as Priscilla would've loved to look the technology over, she was kind of preoccupied with the monstrous thing?!
"What- What the hell is that?" She took out the pistol that she had tried to defend herself earlier with, firing off a single shot. It didn't seem to do much.
"The gun, Priscilla! Let me have it!" Jackson pretty much demanded it, but Priscilla couldn't argue. Probably knew how to shoot it much better, and take the thing's attacks much better. She put it into his hands, and he almost started shooting at it immediately. Though the pistol was pretty much a peashooter in comparison to Rocket's gun.
"I have no idea what's happening anymore!" Priscilla said, backing away from the scene. She just gave away her only contribution to that issue.
"Glad to know I'm not alone." Quint had told his coworker- he spotted the kid that had replaced the girl with the creatures charging towards the monster on the van, fiddling with some sort of device on his wrist. "Hey, kid, get out of the-" And before he finished shouting to the kid, a suit of armor formed around him, turning him into what was a some sort of robot thing. "Oh. Okay. Yep. Definitely confused."
---x---
Criminal Boss
Goldenwalk Streets
"Mmph!" The boss cried, his mouth silenced. The vigilante spider started going on some sort of police arrest warrant. Some sort of stupid pun. Because he was silenced- arrrrgh it was so frustrating! How did this all go downhill like this? His first mercenary had bailed on him, making him make a whole bunch of calls last minute- there had been whispers of someone expensive, someone who would come calling at the simple thought of bloodshed. They weren't exactly, how would one say, "trustworthy" but he needed someone fast. And as luck would have it? A couple calls got him where he needed to get.
Of course, they were a no show. He didn't care. They didn't get a share, nor whatever else they wanted. What he got for being so cheap in the first place. No wonder that fire person was so inexpensive- she would just leave! God, what a waste of time. He'd be thrown in prison no doubt, companies weren't kind to data-thieves. Ten years at the least, maybe twelve-
"Pathetic." A voice said at the end of the street. "Brought down by some two bit vigilantes? This is what I come to see? You said these people slaughtered your men."
"Mmpf, mmph mmph-" The criminal boss attempted to squeak out his reasons, but he was cut off.
"Do me a favor," The voice spoke. "Shut up."
Down the street, the voice revealed itself. It appeared to be a woman- or at least, seemed to be. Most of her face was covered with a mask fashioned into the shape of a skull. The rest of her body was coated in a somewhat bulky suit- though joints still were exposed in some sort of mesh. She rose what appeared to be a bladed weapon, and aimed for the boss's face-
And slashed the webbing off.
"Better? Now get out of here. Get out!" She gave a kick to his side, him scrambling to his feet. "I don't need my cilent jailed, get out!" The criminal ran off, looking back once in a while. Fading away into the night. Or about to be webbed. One or the other.
The skull faced mercenary stared down Gwen.
"I am the Silver Scythe." The villain spoke. Her weapon seemed to be some sort of...it was sort of hard to under stand. It was long enough to be some sort of stave, a long circular blade on the side, but had a multitude of triggers and buttons near it's base. And as she clicked a button on the base, the blade extended outward, into a...Scythe blade. Name wasn't just for show, it's inner sharpened edge glowing a wicked orange. "And that is all you need to know."
And the Scythe moved towards Gwen, her grasp tight.
---x---
Cecil
Goldenwalk Business District
The Soldier's gun was obviously not gripped tightly. Her rifle was wrestled from her hands almost immediately, to a anguished call of "Hostile! Instigate attack!" However, Cecil wasn't holding a gun. So Toph hadn't actually 'grabbed' that.
She had essentially latched on to his spine, with had been reinforced and replaced with metal joints and cybernetic nerves. It hurt. Fortunately for Cecil, it kept in his body, for the moment. Pieces of earth rose around them, seemingly spurring thanks to the blind girl. Cecil would not accept such foolish machinations, this was simply someone whom needed to learn their place, regardless of what supernatural talents they possessed.
"Little shit!" He cried, something stirring from behind his cloak. It had activated thanks to Cecil willing it with his mind- far more efficient than something he had to carry around. It seemed to be a cannon mounted on a mechanical arm, though it shot out a concentrated beam instead of a...well, cannon ball. "We've got a hostile!"
And almost immediately, those troops turned their heads towards their pinned commander and fellow soldier. Their attention pulled away from the pile of scraps and police officers. Guns prepared, blasting away slabs of earth Toph had tried to pin Cecil and their fellow soldier with.
Well, if nothing else, Toph could say she had an entire army on her back. Which said more about the army than Toph.
Specter Fortress Roof
There was a brief moment the shield was down, and the Hunter attempted to fire at it. The clock was ranting on about some shite, how he needed to do something.
And then there was a grand blast, and the world got hazy for a moment.
He was in a medical ward. He had been injured in battle. A stray bullet had hit him in the fight. He coughed for a moment, and then he wondered why he was there- where everyone else had gone. And then he realized, this wasn't that town. No Specter hung in the sky, no Clock boasting about defeating them. Just that damnable war, and a damnable cough. And then it faded as it came.
His half lidded eyes flitted open. He didn't have time for bizarre recollections. The shield had blasted him into a wall, and he could feel it. He pulled himself off the ground, pulling out one of his blood vials. He reached for his saw cleaver- ah, it had been blasted out of his hand from the flare. As he injected the blood, he could feel himself become revitalized- and he had an idea.
Shears managed to hold it open with his giant shears, so why couldn't he with a giant sword?
The holy blade, as it were called, was a rather curious weapon. It was often used as a one handed sword- but, with the click of a button, it would lock itself to it's bulky metal sheath, becoming a large claymore esque weapon. It would be good enough to pierce through, no doubt! But, in the case he needed more power, he had another idea.
The Hunter still had a few pieces of Bolt Paper. They would be useless if not put to use. So, he rubbed it upon the sword's large blade, sparks arcing from it, crackling with electricity.
Two hands on the handle, and he himself ready for another round. And as he thrust the sparking large blade forward, he smiled.
This war machine would fall to his blade, Hiro, the Chief, and Automatons beside him.
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Raiden
Mountainside
"Robots?" Raiden wasn't the biggest fan of AI, though Blade Wolf didn't seem too bad. Considering this Z robot had apparently knocked a teenager unconscious for no reason other than for kicks made him think more of the GW. The crystal part seemed to line up with his piece of "glass". "Well, I guess we should avoid those crystals then. Or seek them out if we want to fix things."
The bird creature returned from the mountain top. Said she found the castle. The skeleton came back and confirmed the same thing. Well, good. They had somewhere to go. Northeast. Unfortunately Raiden wasn't able to manually set Soliton Radar destinations, but he had gotten the general direction of where to go. In the interest of not outrunning the rest of the group, he didn't run- not yet, at the least.
And as the group departed, Snake introduced Raiden to the bird creature. Shantae was the name. Had magic according to Snake. "Well, if I hadn't met a skeleton and heard this from anyone else, I wouldn't believe it. The name's Raiden." He looked her over for a moment. Feathery and blue skinned, though with some vaguely human features. He was a bit confused. "If you don't mind me asking Shantae, what exactly are you?" It may of been a little tactless, but considering he fought monsters and met a skeleton he wanted to get things specific.
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Jetstream Sam
Camelot Forest
Nanashi? Seemed Japanese. Which made sense, him being from Tokyo and all of that. Though his mention of 'demons' piqued Sam's interest, if just for a moment. "Demons? Well, first time meeting a demon in the flesh, but today is a lot of firsts for me. In any case, welcome to our little group." He smiled (Unsurprisingly) Negan approached, talking of kids. Negan had been busy entertaining himself with the sleepy eyed kid before, though clearly his entertainment had waned. Considering what his employer was doing, he couldn't really say he was good with kids either.
"Aside from our sitting business, what of this camp? Should we start collecting firewood?" Sam didn't really know what else to do. Go catch and skin some rabbits? Look for wild greens? And then there was noise from the bushes. Seemed as if Nanashi's demons weren't settling well.
"Nanashi, these demons...were they armed?"
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Sarah
Camelot Forest w/ Team Lora
"Oh, uh, hey, I just realized something." Sarah turned back to the group. "So I picked up Mr. Katana's and Red head's names, Jin and Lora, right?" She thought they were accurate names, though Lora wasn't exactly redheaded. "But uh, I sorta missed your two names. Mr. Mage and Blue...head." Mr Mage was accurate. Though Sarah shamelessly had made up the definition of 'Blue head'. Was a more applicable term "Blunette"? Well, too late now. She was a blue-head no matter what. Hopefully the group wouldn't run into other weirdly colored hair folks. Naturally colored like that. If it was hair dye then she'd assume it bleed out at some point and ruin the illusion of multi-colored hair.
Aside from that, she awaited Mr. Mage and Blue Head's response.
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Kiran
Camelot Castle
Bro wished to dispel something concerning his puppet. He had a name.
"Cal. Nice, nice name." Well, at least he wouldn't sound totally condescending talking about the puppet. People had hobbies, some being designing tools and technology...and others being puppets.
"So, let's see who-" Kiran had to squint at what he saw. They were knights, okay, that made sense. It was a castle, tourists liked that. But they were anthromorphic animals! "...What?"
Okay, he couldn't judge, hobbies, hobbies...He tried to compose himself. "Uh, I mean...Hello!" He wore a big smile as he approached one of the guards. And that's when he spotted something else...suspect...A furry one who looked a little more significant and dressed then the other guards chaining up a kid. Uh, questions for later. "I'm afraid I'm a bit lost, along with my accomplice here- Bro." He gestured to Dirk. "I was hoping that you could tell us where we are."
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Priscilla
"Base", Goldenwalk City
Alina the...Lioness. Oh good. Anthromorphic apex predator. And of course, here came Quint and Jackson. Whose faces showed nothing but confusion at the increasingly ridiculous folks showing up.
"And this is...a person in a suit...?"
"No," Priscilla told Quint. "No, not a suit. A lioness. Person. We'll figure everything out. Let's just get inside before anyone else drops out of the sky and-"
There was another howling vortex, and then a thump on the van.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Lucario took it upon himself to investigate that thump. A person...well, it looked like a person at a glance...was atop the van. But then, she noticed. That thing? That thing was definitely not human. One hundred percent not human. Even worse, apparently the Raccoon had known what it was! It rose one of it's tendrils, it transforming into a scythe, slashing at Lucario. The Raccoon had whipped out a gun of his own, strangely high-tech- blasting into the beastly figure. As much as Priscilla would've loved to look the technology over, she was kind of preoccupied with the monstrous thing?!
"What- What the hell is that?" She took out the pistol that she had tried to defend herself earlier with, firing off a single shot. It didn't seem to do much.
"The gun, Priscilla! Let me have it!" Jackson pretty much demanded it, but Priscilla couldn't argue. Probably knew how to shoot it much better, and take the thing's attacks much better. She put it into his hands, and he almost started shooting at it immediately. Though the pistol was pretty much a peashooter in comparison to Rocket's gun.
"I have no idea what's happening anymore!" Priscilla said, backing away from the scene. She just gave away her only contribution to that issue.
"Glad to know I'm not alone." Quint had told his coworker- he spotted the kid that had replaced the girl with the creatures charging towards the monster on the van, fiddling with some sort of device on his wrist. "Hey, kid, get out of the-" And before he finished shouting to the kid, a suit of armor formed around him, turning him into what was a some sort of robot thing. "Oh. Okay. Yep. Definitely confused."
---x---
Criminal Boss
Goldenwalk Streets
"Mmph!" The boss cried, his mouth silenced. The vigilante spider started going on some sort of police arrest warrant. Some sort of stupid pun. Because he was silenced- arrrrgh it was so frustrating! How did this all go downhill like this? His first mercenary had bailed on him, making him make a whole bunch of calls last minute- there had been whispers of someone expensive, someone who would come calling at the simple thought of bloodshed. They weren't exactly, how would one say, "trustworthy" but he needed someone fast. And as luck would have it? A couple calls got him where he needed to get.
Of course, they were a no show. He didn't care. They didn't get a share, nor whatever else they wanted. What he got for being so cheap in the first place. No wonder that fire person was so inexpensive- she would just leave! God, what a waste of time. He'd be thrown in prison no doubt, companies weren't kind to data-thieves. Ten years at the least, maybe twelve-
"Pathetic." A voice said at the end of the street. "Brought down by some two bit vigilantes? This is what I come to see? You said these people slaughtered your men."
"Mmpf, mmph mmph-" The criminal boss attempted to squeak out his reasons, but he was cut off.
"Do me a favor," The voice spoke. "Shut up."
Down the street, the voice revealed itself. It appeared to be a woman- or at least, seemed to be. Most of her face was covered with a mask fashioned into the shape of a skull. The rest of her body was coated in a somewhat bulky suit- though joints still were exposed in some sort of mesh. She rose what appeared to be a bladed weapon, and aimed for the boss's face-
And slashed the webbing off.
"Better? Now get out of here. Get out!" She gave a kick to his side, him scrambling to his feet. "I don't need my cilent jailed, get out!" The criminal ran off, looking back once in a while. Fading away into the night. Or about to be webbed. One or the other.
The skull faced mercenary stared down Gwen.
"I am the Silver Scythe." The villain spoke. Her weapon seemed to be some sort of...it was sort of hard to under stand. It was long enough to be some sort of stave, a long circular blade on the side, but had a multitude of triggers and buttons near it's base. And as she clicked a button on the base, the blade extended outward, into a...Scythe blade. Name wasn't just for show, it's inner sharpened edge glowing a wicked orange. "And that is all you need to know."
And the Scythe moved towards Gwen, her grasp tight.
---x---
Cecil
Goldenwalk Business District
The Soldier's gun was obviously not gripped tightly. Her rifle was wrestled from her hands almost immediately, to a anguished call of "Hostile! Instigate attack!" However, Cecil wasn't holding a gun. So Toph hadn't actually 'grabbed' that.
She had essentially latched on to his spine, with had been reinforced and replaced with metal joints and cybernetic nerves. It hurt. Fortunately for Cecil, it kept in his body, for the moment. Pieces of earth rose around them, seemingly spurring thanks to the blind girl. Cecil would not accept such foolish machinations, this was simply someone whom needed to learn their place, regardless of what supernatural talents they possessed.
"Little shit!" He cried, something stirring from behind his cloak. It had activated thanks to Cecil willing it with his mind- far more efficient than something he had to carry around. It seemed to be a cannon mounted on a mechanical arm, though it shot out a concentrated beam instead of a...well, cannon ball. "We've got a hostile!"
And almost immediately, those troops turned their heads towards their pinned commander and fellow soldier. Their attention pulled away from the pile of scraps and police officers. Guns prepared, blasting away slabs of earth Toph had tried to pin Cecil and their fellow soldier with.
Well, if nothing else, Toph could say she had an entire army on her back. Which said more about the army than Toph.
Goldenwalk City
Peter kept shooting webs until he arrived back at the site of the robbery. He climbed to the top of the building and looked down at the ground. He saw Toph attempting to fight off a group of men with guns.
He jumped off of the building, latching onto the side. He shot a web at the ground and landed near the conflict.
“Hey!” he shouted, shooting a web in the direction of Cecil, trying to pull his gun away from him.
Goldenwalk Base
Rocket dodged Riot’s attack before jumping onto the ground beside the van. He fired more shots at the creature, but they had no effect.
Riot blocked Alina’s attack with the scythe before swinging it towards her, attempting to knock her out of his way.
Thor exited the van and threw Stormbreaker in the direction of Riot, knocking him off the van.
Peter kept shooting webs until he arrived back at the site of the robbery. He climbed to the top of the building and looked down at the ground. He saw Toph attempting to fight off a group of men with guns.
He jumped off of the building, latching onto the side. He shot a web at the ground and landed near the conflict.
“Hey!” he shouted, shooting a web in the direction of Cecil, trying to pull his gun away from him.
Goldenwalk Base
Rocket dodged Riot’s attack before jumping onto the ground beside the van. He fired more shots at the creature, but they had no effect.
Riot blocked Alina’s attack with the scythe before swinging it towards her, attempting to knock her out of his way.
Thor exited the van and threw Stormbreaker in the direction of Riot, knocking him off the van.
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Doomslayer
Warship
You know, this ain't too different from that one time when the Demons finally managed to lock me up. These thoughts flew acrossed Flynn's mind as he found his body was still in some kind of lock-down, not too different from that armor-lock the Spartan had done to him earlier that day. It was annoying, really. Inconvenient. Clearly this little robot dude understood the kind of war Flynn could rage, hence his stasis. The Doomslayer wouldn't be surprised if Timeman appeared before him to gloat and provide some obvious villain monologue. His words and actions sure fit the stereotype quota.
But so far, he was not getting this treatment. Instead, he was left with his own thoughts, the hum of the ship, and very distant sounds of gunfire. It was comforting... sort of. This was definitely a lot better than the eternity he'd spent, locked away by the forces of hell. They couldn't kill him, so they found a way to lock him up. And for every second of that, he was awake, in constant torture. He'd finally been allowed rest from that damnation as the UAC broke his seal. How much time passed after that, he didn't know, but when he'd been brought back to the conscious realm, the second demonic invasion on Mars was already almost over.
This? This was much better. Maybe he could get some shut-eye in. Been a while since he'd done that, and every time he did, he would dream of her. Now, usually, some badass protagonist would have a love interest, but she wasn't so. They'd put that part behind them, after stumbling their way into a drunken kiss one night, long before the first demons arrived on Phobos. They'd come to a mutual, unspoken understanding that the kiss was a mistake. They weren't lovers. They were friends. As close as friends could get.
And when they'd received the distress signal from Phobos? They, as in Flynn, Arlene, and the rest of Fox Company diverted their trajectory from Earth to Mars in order to investigate. Flynn had been separated from the others, due to his arguably noble actions in attempting to spare a group of unarmed monks making their way to a monastery, but that gutless bastard Lieutenant Weems still had the monks killed. Innocent people. Of course, they didn't know that these were just normal monks until after the slaughter. Some were just kids, and others were old men. All dead by some asshat who was too scared to risk them being hostile. So when Weems had ordered the hit, Flynn delivered a nice right hook to the guys jaw before Fox Company detained him. It had felt good. Real good. But was it worth it? Eh, probably not. But the events that followed led the man to where he was today.
But when all hell broke loose over the communication channel, Flynn began to panic. Arlene was in trouble, and he'd do whatever it took to save her. So he did. He detained his guards, traveled to the UAC facility on Phobos, and found himself Knee-Deep in the Dead. He'd never been overly religious, but he'd always believed God existed, what with his extensive time studying the Catholic church and its practices in his youth. So when the forces of hell were at his throat, he prayed to the big guy. Maybe that was how he'd managed to make it so far without dying, maybe not, but he'd managed to find Arlene, and together, they'd managed to push back the demonic invasion of Phobos. The rest of Fox Company didn't survive, but they had. No Rest for the Living, though. Deimos too, had found itself swarmed with hell itself, and that infestation made its way to Mars, and anybody who had been there, was gone. So, like any demon-slaying banes of hell sons of b*tches, they killed the demons right back, and the two had found themselves on The Shores of Hell.
Flynn grit his teeth, pulling himself out of his reminiscence. Thinking about Arlene, that... that hurt too much. Even still. It had been an eternity, and he still hadn't managed to recover. No matter how hard he thought he was, there would always be that soft spot for Arlene. She was just... she didn't deserve what she got.
But she got it anyway. So f*ck sleeping. He doubted he could bear waking up to find she was as dead as he left her.
Stone cold.
Master Chief
Ramp
The resulting blast from the warship was definitely of great annoyance to the Spartan. This continued to seem less and less like covenant technology, and more and more... well, alien. He decided to push that strange irony from his mind as he felt himself being flung back down the ramp, his energy shields completely wiped out from the blast, resulting in the telltale warning beeps he would receive from this critical condition.
Tumbling down the ramp, Chief found himself back on the elevator once at a complete stop. His annoyance crept up on him still as he slowly got to his feet. His shields had taken the brunt of the attack, allowing Chief to physically sustain minimal damage. At best, he was winded. At worst, he may have cracked a rib or two. Either way, nothing to put him out-of-commission. If only Cortana were here. She would probably utilize his shields into an EMP, which Chief was certain would knock out those shields longer than an attack could, but without her, John had no way of managing to utilize this type of counter attack, leaving him standing on the elevator without a clue as to what to do. None of his weapons were effective against the shield, and he wasn't some God damned acrobatic superhero like Hiro. Chief could pull some crazy sh*t, but no Spartan he knew could fly. Not without some type of propulsion system, making Chief yearn for a jet pack once again.
Frisk
Waterfall (New Timeline)
The name sounded familiar, yet... It felt weird. The moment Jet had said the name, the air seemed to grow chilly once again, though the shadows didn't lengthen around them. She could vaguely remember something she'd once heard, nearly forgotten, though the name returned the memories.
*You look at Jet.
*It's not nice to talk about somebody who is listening.
It was involuntary. Her words had left her mouth without her consent, and she could understand why. It was him. Much like Chara, the mention of his name was like calling a demon. Like simply opening yourself up for... possession. But after a few moments of nothing Gaster-like happening, it became clear that Gaster either didn't intend to possess anyone, or couldn't. Or some third alternative reason Frisk didn't really feel like delving into the theory of.
However, the group had arrived. The Lab was before them, its white walls stretching up like an empty canvas, 'LAB' simply put on display above a set of sliding double doors, equally as white as the walls.
Frisk stopped at the door, and proceeded to knock.
Following the polite request of entry came the sound of a nasally feminine voice calling something through the door, her voice unintelligible through the door, as it muffled it, not to mention her voice was faint, clearly not very close to the door.
Spider-Gwen
Goldenwalk City
"Feel what." Gwen blinked, turning her head to look at Peter, oblivious to his seemingly more in-tune spider sense, as hers wasn't in the process of buzzing off like an annoying morning alarm clock as it usually did. But Peter's attention had left, diverting itself somewhere else as he took off, leaping into the air and swinging away. Her brow furrowing, Gwen narrowed her eyes. "Ooookay...?"
She glanced at Nathan, opening her mouth to say something, when it was her turn for her attention to be diverted. Something about 'pathetic' and 'vigilantes', turning her frame to see who had decided to resort to such harsh words. But it was then that annoying aforementioned feeling went off in her brain. Whoever this was, they clearly spelled trouble with a capital 'T'. Reacting upon instinct, Gwen leaped, pushing off from the ground, turning herself upside-down mid-air and twirling her body to land perfectly on her feet in a crouched position on the back of the truck, now facing the end of the street where she previously hadn't been looking.
Just in time to watch as the Criminal Boss Gang Leader Bad Guy Dude took off at a frantic sprint, glancing back at the scene a few times. "Hey! That's not cool. Do you know how hard I worked... to..." Gwen's voice trailed off as she looked at the rather intimidating physical appearance of the new villain who'd managed to pop up out of seemingly nowhere. Gwen's spider-sense should have gone off earlier, but nooo, it just had to take its sweet old time. Was this what Peter sensed? Because if so, then his tracking skills were sh*t. He went the totally opposite way.
That was when the woman introduced herself threateningly as 'Silver Scythe' while pressing a button on the bladed weapon she carried, and it somehow managed to transform itself into a scythe to match the name of its owner. 'Course, Gwen had seen stranger things back in Earth-65, and for some reason, she was getting some pretty strong Inheritor vibes off of Scythe, regardless of the fact that Gwen managed to recognize her. "Hey! You're that jerk who cut my corndog in half on Tuesday!" Gwen said accusingly. "You owe me, like, a whole two dollars for that, you jerk."
Negan
Camelot Clearing
Misunderstanding the kids question, Negan frowned, and glanced down at himself. "Name's Negan, but as for my friend? I like to save my little buddy for the ladies. Formal introductions and all. Little buddy as in junk." He paused. "I'm talking about my big ass dick." He was grinning widely at his immature, inappropriate humor, clearly finding great pleasure in jokes related to human anatomy, namely the reproductive organs. But his attention was called away from Belowski as Sam directed a question to the Savior.
"Hell yeah." Negan replied. "Hell to the f*ck yeah we should." He stared at Sam for a few seconds after saying this, still grinning, before continuing. "We should gather any sh*t that's useful. Never know what will come in handy. Maybe some half-assed high kid, or some black goop hiding in your pants." Raising the hand covered in a black leather glove, Negan stroked his beard as Sam asked the question to Nanashi. This time, the Savior said nothing more. He was honestly a bit interested in these demons, and if he could make Nanashi loyal to him, these demons would be one helluva investment.
Miranda Keyes, Fisk, Blakes, Javier
Insurrection Stronghold
The hall ahead was quiet and dark. Four flashlights cut through the empty blackness, illuminating the long tunnel, which made a slight decline down. The tunnel was fairly wide, about ten feet across from left to right, nearly the same height with a circular cylinder shape to the ceiling. This seemed to go on for a fairly long while, and what was left of the UNSC moved on with bated breath. Each step they took seemed to lead them further into colder regions, as the temperature gradually declined with their descent into Insurrection territory. Leaving behind the warmth of the beaches that was the surface of Alpha Corvi II, Miranda kept her head down, eyes narrowed, staring down the sights of her SMG, waiting for any sort of attack. She didn't intend to fire and kill any Insurrection, but if the flood had somehow made their way here? Best to be prepared. Just in case.
However, the darkness and silence was suddenly shattered as two flood lights down the tunnel turned on in full intensity. The flashlights hadn't managed to cut through the darkness enough to see the flood lights, but now that they were on, the unsuspecting team raised their arms to shield their vulnerable eyes as the sounds of many different weapons clicking their safety's off, or slapping a magazine into a slot, echoed along the length of the tunnel. "Hold fire." A gruff commanding voice ordered from behind the flood lights, followed by a few moments of silence, which Miranda decided to take advantage of. "We come in peace." She stated. "Not seeking war."
"Kinda ironic, coming from the officer staring down a gun at me." The voice replied. "Now what the f*ck does the UNSC want to do with a lowly rebel faction hiding in the dark of the facilities they left behind?"
"Help." Miranda replied, her voice remaining gentle, trying to come off as kind and trustworthy, not desiring this entire operation to result in her and her men lying in a pool of their own scarlet blood. "The UNSC is gone."
"We won't help you fight those alien bastards. We saw what they're capable of-" The voice was interrupted by an urgent Miranda, who continued. "Covenant is gone, too. There's a new enemy. Wiped us all out. Earth is gone." She paused to let that sink in, getting no immediate reply.
"They're called, 'The Flood'."
W.D. Gaster
True Lab (Ruined Timeline)
For the past few minutes, the tall figure of Gaster could be found moving about the old lab, getting his hands dirty with some old fashioned science. He'd never exactly expected to ever have to use this old place again, yet here he was, just like old times, minus the much more... lively vibes. There was no more Sans and Papyrus. No more Alphys. Just him. Alone, like he had been for longer than eternity itself. There had been a time when he'd been fully alive, one of the most capable minds to have ever existed. Some might even say his intelligence was unparalleled. He would agree with such claims. But his own creation had resulted in what he was now. The shattering of his existence acrossed time and space itself had created a loop hole. A paradox, if you will. Now existing outside of time, the concept no longer applied to him. He now technically existed before, during, and after his time alive among monsters, just a mere chapter locked away in the vault of memories he stored within his significant mind.
During his time in the void, Gaster had learned everything there was to know about his own universe. One could say he had even become 'omniscient', though upon his discovery of different universe- no, not like alternate dimensions of his own. Completely different realities, where everything was changed. Realities where human-kind thrived in war, realities where animals were stored in capsules and forced to engage in glorified cock-fights, realities where the dead walked again, and so on, so forth. Upon the discovery of this, Gaster had been overwhelmed with the idea of new experiments, new knowledge to consume in his thirsty mind, desperate to learn more and more.
That lead to his involvement in the destruction of so many beings. But it also led to the creation of entire universes. One universe, which he was particularly fond of, was one where he'd taken his own dimension, and flipped the story around. His own dimension was referred to as 'Undertale' from different places where 'Undertale' was simply a game. These places were aware of Gaster, though they could have no idea he was truly there, watching them type away at their computers from the corner of their dark rooms, reading every word they typed down. The world he created was known as 'Deltarune', as it became wide-spread acrossed the dimensions. An entire universe, created by one man.
Even as he worked, Gaster couldn't help but smirk. He held the concept of life, death, and what comes after in the palm of his hand. This was a very large responsibility, and in no way, shape, or form would he allow himself to make mistakes with this power. The power of creation, destruction, and everything inbetween.
As far as anyone was concerned, the previous Royal Scientist was a God, merely observing his creations.
Then there were the... other events. Like him, there were beings who could slip through the fabrics of reality and travel dimensions. Some weren't too large of a concern. See, there are universes, then there are multiverses. A multiverse is a collection of alternate timelines and alternate dimensions of the original universe. These concepts are usually small and localized, trapped within their own little bubble, which Gaster referred to as a 'Hyperverse', though the smaller ones were simply a 'Multiverse'. An example of a 'Hyperverse' would be the Marvel Universe, as he'd come to know them. There were constantly more universes being generated, and it had grown into the largest Hyperverse Gaster had seen to-date.
The real problems were individuals who could slip their way between Hyperverses inside of the much larger verse Gaster referred to as the 'Omniverse', though he had his own theories that there were multiple different Omniverses with all different outcomes. And currently, there were several beings orchestrating terrible tears in the many Hyperverses they traversed. Some of the holes left behind completely collapsed a Universe, wiping it entirely from existence. This was rare, but what was even rarer was when a Multiverse collapsed. No Hyperverses had done so, yet, but the one Multiverse to collapse upon the use of unstable and unchecked 'Gaia Crystals' was one known only as 'Stargate'. Its existence, or rather lack-of, had greatly shocked the scientist. Four individuals still existed outside of the collapsed Multiverse, and if it was possible, they could somehow revive it.
Then there was Z. Gaster had watched as he traveled acrossed the Hyperverses and Multiverses aboard the 'Olympus', believing he was safe from prying eyes that could penetrate dimensions. Unfortunately for him and his cocky grin, Gaster could view him quite clearly, and checked up on his progress once in a while. Recently, Z had managed to manipulate Papyrus into joining his army. Papyrus believed him, of course. He was simply an arrogant, innocent, useless child. For a time after the creation of Sans and Papyrus, Gaster had believed the shorter skeleton to be the 'dud', so-to-speak, while Papyrus was the success. Gaster had to admit how wrong he was. While Papyrus still held great power within, he was nothing compared to his counterpart. Together, though, they were nigh unstoppable.
A beeping alerted Gaster, his head swiveling about to the device containing the time stone he'd swiped from Silver. The diagnostics were complete, and he was getting a high count on photon readings. Definitely interesting. With this, he would not only have full control over the timeline of his universe, but the entire Omniverse as well.
His crooked grin splitting wider, Gaster waved his hand, and the vial containing the time stone removed itself from the device, the top popping off. the time stone slid out, levitating through the air, before winding up in Gaster's palm, directly in the middle of the hole that went clean through his hand. The time stone began to glow as it held itself inside of his hand. Perfect.
But he had so much more work to get to.
Warship
You know, this ain't too different from that one time when the Demons finally managed to lock me up. These thoughts flew acrossed Flynn's mind as he found his body was still in some kind of lock-down, not too different from that armor-lock the Spartan had done to him earlier that day. It was annoying, really. Inconvenient. Clearly this little robot dude understood the kind of war Flynn could rage, hence his stasis. The Doomslayer wouldn't be surprised if Timeman appeared before him to gloat and provide some obvious villain monologue. His words and actions sure fit the stereotype quota.
But so far, he was not getting this treatment. Instead, he was left with his own thoughts, the hum of the ship, and very distant sounds of gunfire. It was comforting... sort of. This was definitely a lot better than the eternity he'd spent, locked away by the forces of hell. They couldn't kill him, so they found a way to lock him up. And for every second of that, he was awake, in constant torture. He'd finally been allowed rest from that damnation as the UAC broke his seal. How much time passed after that, he didn't know, but when he'd been brought back to the conscious realm, the second demonic invasion on Mars was already almost over.
This? This was much better. Maybe he could get some shut-eye in. Been a while since he'd done that, and every time he did, he would dream of her. Now, usually, some badass protagonist would have a love interest, but she wasn't so. They'd put that part behind them, after stumbling their way into a drunken kiss one night, long before the first demons arrived on Phobos. They'd come to a mutual, unspoken understanding that the kiss was a mistake. They weren't lovers. They were friends. As close as friends could get.
And when they'd received the distress signal from Phobos? They, as in Flynn, Arlene, and the rest of Fox Company diverted their trajectory from Earth to Mars in order to investigate. Flynn had been separated from the others, due to his arguably noble actions in attempting to spare a group of unarmed monks making their way to a monastery, but that gutless bastard Lieutenant Weems still had the monks killed. Innocent people. Of course, they didn't know that these were just normal monks until after the slaughter. Some were just kids, and others were old men. All dead by some asshat who was too scared to risk them being hostile. So when Weems had ordered the hit, Flynn delivered a nice right hook to the guys jaw before Fox Company detained him. It had felt good. Real good. But was it worth it? Eh, probably not. But the events that followed led the man to where he was today.
But when all hell broke loose over the communication channel, Flynn began to panic. Arlene was in trouble, and he'd do whatever it took to save her. So he did. He detained his guards, traveled to the UAC facility on Phobos, and found himself Knee-Deep in the Dead. He'd never been overly religious, but he'd always believed God existed, what with his extensive time studying the Catholic church and its practices in his youth. So when the forces of hell were at his throat, he prayed to the big guy. Maybe that was how he'd managed to make it so far without dying, maybe not, but he'd managed to find Arlene, and together, they'd managed to push back the demonic invasion of Phobos. The rest of Fox Company didn't survive, but they had. No Rest for the Living, though. Deimos too, had found itself swarmed with hell itself, and that infestation made its way to Mars, and anybody who had been there, was gone. So, like any demon-slaying banes of hell sons of b*tches, they killed the demons right back, and the two had found themselves on The Shores of Hell.
Flynn grit his teeth, pulling himself out of his reminiscence. Thinking about Arlene, that... that hurt too much. Even still. It had been an eternity, and he still hadn't managed to recover. No matter how hard he thought he was, there would always be that soft spot for Arlene. She was just... she didn't deserve what she got.
But she got it anyway. So f*ck sleeping. He doubted he could bear waking up to find she was as dead as he left her.
Stone cold.
Master Chief
Ramp
The resulting blast from the warship was definitely of great annoyance to the Spartan. This continued to seem less and less like covenant technology, and more and more... well, alien. He decided to push that strange irony from his mind as he felt himself being flung back down the ramp, his energy shields completely wiped out from the blast, resulting in the telltale warning beeps he would receive from this critical condition.
Tumbling down the ramp, Chief found himself back on the elevator once at a complete stop. His annoyance crept up on him still as he slowly got to his feet. His shields had taken the brunt of the attack, allowing Chief to physically sustain minimal damage. At best, he was winded. At worst, he may have cracked a rib or two. Either way, nothing to put him out-of-commission. If only Cortana were here. She would probably utilize his shields into an EMP, which Chief was certain would knock out those shields longer than an attack could, but without her, John had no way of managing to utilize this type of counter attack, leaving him standing on the elevator without a clue as to what to do. None of his weapons were effective against the shield, and he wasn't some God damned acrobatic superhero like Hiro. Chief could pull some crazy sh*t, but no Spartan he knew could fly. Not without some type of propulsion system, making Chief yearn for a jet pack once again.
Frisk
Waterfall (New Timeline)
The name sounded familiar, yet... It felt weird. The moment Jet had said the name, the air seemed to grow chilly once again, though the shadows didn't lengthen around them. She could vaguely remember something she'd once heard, nearly forgotten, though the name returned the memories.
*You look at Jet.
*It's not nice to talk about somebody who is listening.
It was involuntary. Her words had left her mouth without her consent, and she could understand why. It was him. Much like Chara, the mention of his name was like calling a demon. Like simply opening yourself up for... possession. But after a few moments of nothing Gaster-like happening, it became clear that Gaster either didn't intend to possess anyone, or couldn't. Or some third alternative reason Frisk didn't really feel like delving into the theory of.
However, the group had arrived. The Lab was before them, its white walls stretching up like an empty canvas, 'LAB' simply put on display above a set of sliding double doors, equally as white as the walls.
Frisk stopped at the door, and proceeded to knock.
Following the polite request of entry came the sound of a nasally feminine voice calling something through the door, her voice unintelligible through the door, as it muffled it, not to mention her voice was faint, clearly not very close to the door.
Spider-Gwen
Goldenwalk City
"Feel what." Gwen blinked, turning her head to look at Peter, oblivious to his seemingly more in-tune spider sense, as hers wasn't in the process of buzzing off like an annoying morning alarm clock as it usually did. But Peter's attention had left, diverting itself somewhere else as he took off, leaping into the air and swinging away. Her brow furrowing, Gwen narrowed her eyes. "Ooookay...?"
She glanced at Nathan, opening her mouth to say something, when it was her turn for her attention to be diverted. Something about 'pathetic' and 'vigilantes', turning her frame to see who had decided to resort to such harsh words. But it was then that annoying aforementioned feeling went off in her brain. Whoever this was, they clearly spelled trouble with a capital 'T'. Reacting upon instinct, Gwen leaped, pushing off from the ground, turning herself upside-down mid-air and twirling her body to land perfectly on her feet in a crouched position on the back of the truck, now facing the end of the street where she previously hadn't been looking.
Just in time to watch as the Criminal Boss Gang Leader Bad Guy Dude took off at a frantic sprint, glancing back at the scene a few times. "Hey! That's not cool. Do you know how hard I worked... to..." Gwen's voice trailed off as she looked at the rather intimidating physical appearance of the new villain who'd managed to pop up out of seemingly nowhere. Gwen's spider-sense should have gone off earlier, but nooo, it just had to take its sweet old time. Was this what Peter sensed? Because if so, then his tracking skills were sh*t. He went the totally opposite way.
That was when the woman introduced herself threateningly as 'Silver Scythe' while pressing a button on the bladed weapon she carried, and it somehow managed to transform itself into a scythe to match the name of its owner. 'Course, Gwen had seen stranger things back in Earth-65, and for some reason, she was getting some pretty strong Inheritor vibes off of Scythe, regardless of the fact that Gwen managed to recognize her. "Hey! You're that jerk who cut my corndog in half on Tuesday!" Gwen said accusingly. "You owe me, like, a whole two dollars for that, you jerk."
Negan
Camelot Clearing
Misunderstanding the kids question, Negan frowned, and glanced down at himself. "Name's Negan, but as for my friend? I like to save my little buddy for the ladies. Formal introductions and all. Little buddy as in junk." He paused. "I'm talking about my big ass dick." He was grinning widely at his immature, inappropriate humor, clearly finding great pleasure in jokes related to human anatomy, namely the reproductive organs. But his attention was called away from Belowski as Sam directed a question to the Savior.
"Hell yeah." Negan replied. "Hell to the f*ck yeah we should." He stared at Sam for a few seconds after saying this, still grinning, before continuing. "We should gather any sh*t that's useful. Never know what will come in handy. Maybe some half-assed high kid, or some black goop hiding in your pants." Raising the hand covered in a black leather glove, Negan stroked his beard as Sam asked the question to Nanashi. This time, the Savior said nothing more. He was honestly a bit interested in these demons, and if he could make Nanashi loyal to him, these demons would be one helluva investment.
Miranda Keyes, Fisk, Blakes, Javier
Insurrection Stronghold
The hall ahead was quiet and dark. Four flashlights cut through the empty blackness, illuminating the long tunnel, which made a slight decline down. The tunnel was fairly wide, about ten feet across from left to right, nearly the same height with a circular cylinder shape to the ceiling. This seemed to go on for a fairly long while, and what was left of the UNSC moved on with bated breath. Each step they took seemed to lead them further into colder regions, as the temperature gradually declined with their descent into Insurrection territory. Leaving behind the warmth of the beaches that was the surface of Alpha Corvi II, Miranda kept her head down, eyes narrowed, staring down the sights of her SMG, waiting for any sort of attack. She didn't intend to fire and kill any Insurrection, but if the flood had somehow made their way here? Best to be prepared. Just in case.
However, the darkness and silence was suddenly shattered as two flood lights down the tunnel turned on in full intensity. The flashlights hadn't managed to cut through the darkness enough to see the flood lights, but now that they were on, the unsuspecting team raised their arms to shield their vulnerable eyes as the sounds of many different weapons clicking their safety's off, or slapping a magazine into a slot, echoed along the length of the tunnel. "Hold fire." A gruff commanding voice ordered from behind the flood lights, followed by a few moments of silence, which Miranda decided to take advantage of. "We come in peace." She stated. "Not seeking war."
"Kinda ironic, coming from the officer staring down a gun at me." The voice replied. "Now what the f*ck does the UNSC want to do with a lowly rebel faction hiding in the dark of the facilities they left behind?"
"Help." Miranda replied, her voice remaining gentle, trying to come off as kind and trustworthy, not desiring this entire operation to result in her and her men lying in a pool of their own scarlet blood. "The UNSC is gone."
"We won't help you fight those alien bastards. We saw what they're capable of-" The voice was interrupted by an urgent Miranda, who continued. "Covenant is gone, too. There's a new enemy. Wiped us all out. Earth is gone." She paused to let that sink in, getting no immediate reply.
"They're called, 'The Flood'."
W.D. Gaster
True Lab (Ruined Timeline)
For the past few minutes, the tall figure of Gaster could be found moving about the old lab, getting his hands dirty with some old fashioned science. He'd never exactly expected to ever have to use this old place again, yet here he was, just like old times, minus the much more... lively vibes. There was no more Sans and Papyrus. No more Alphys. Just him. Alone, like he had been for longer than eternity itself. There had been a time when he'd been fully alive, one of the most capable minds to have ever existed. Some might even say his intelligence was unparalleled. He would agree with such claims. But his own creation had resulted in what he was now. The shattering of his existence acrossed time and space itself had created a loop hole. A paradox, if you will. Now existing outside of time, the concept no longer applied to him. He now technically existed before, during, and after his time alive among monsters, just a mere chapter locked away in the vault of memories he stored within his significant mind.
During his time in the void, Gaster had learned everything there was to know about his own universe. One could say he had even become 'omniscient', though upon his discovery of different universe- no, not like alternate dimensions of his own. Completely different realities, where everything was changed. Realities where human-kind thrived in war, realities where animals were stored in capsules and forced to engage in glorified cock-fights, realities where the dead walked again, and so on, so forth. Upon the discovery of this, Gaster had been overwhelmed with the idea of new experiments, new knowledge to consume in his thirsty mind, desperate to learn more and more.
That lead to his involvement in the destruction of so many beings. But it also led to the creation of entire universes. One universe, which he was particularly fond of, was one where he'd taken his own dimension, and flipped the story around. His own dimension was referred to as 'Undertale' from different places where 'Undertale' was simply a game. These places were aware of Gaster, though they could have no idea he was truly there, watching them type away at their computers from the corner of their dark rooms, reading every word they typed down. The world he created was known as 'Deltarune', as it became wide-spread acrossed the dimensions. An entire universe, created by one man.
Even as he worked, Gaster couldn't help but smirk. He held the concept of life, death, and what comes after in the palm of his hand. This was a very large responsibility, and in no way, shape, or form would he allow himself to make mistakes with this power. The power of creation, destruction, and everything inbetween.
As far as anyone was concerned, the previous Royal Scientist was a God, merely observing his creations.
Then there were the... other events. Like him, there were beings who could slip through the fabrics of reality and travel dimensions. Some weren't too large of a concern. See, there are universes, then there are multiverses. A multiverse is a collection of alternate timelines and alternate dimensions of the original universe. These concepts are usually small and localized, trapped within their own little bubble, which Gaster referred to as a 'Hyperverse', though the smaller ones were simply a 'Multiverse'. An example of a 'Hyperverse' would be the Marvel Universe, as he'd come to know them. There were constantly more universes being generated, and it had grown into the largest Hyperverse Gaster had seen to-date.
The real problems were individuals who could slip their way between Hyperverses inside of the much larger verse Gaster referred to as the 'Omniverse', though he had his own theories that there were multiple different Omniverses with all different outcomes. And currently, there were several beings orchestrating terrible tears in the many Hyperverses they traversed. Some of the holes left behind completely collapsed a Universe, wiping it entirely from existence. This was rare, but what was even rarer was when a Multiverse collapsed. No Hyperverses had done so, yet, but the one Multiverse to collapse upon the use of unstable and unchecked 'Gaia Crystals' was one known only as 'Stargate'. Its existence, or rather lack-of, had greatly shocked the scientist. Four individuals still existed outside of the collapsed Multiverse, and if it was possible, they could somehow revive it.
Then there was Z. Gaster had watched as he traveled acrossed the Hyperverses and Multiverses aboard the 'Olympus', believing he was safe from prying eyes that could penetrate dimensions. Unfortunately for him and his cocky grin, Gaster could view him quite clearly, and checked up on his progress once in a while. Recently, Z had managed to manipulate Papyrus into joining his army. Papyrus believed him, of course. He was simply an arrogant, innocent, useless child. For a time after the creation of Sans and Papyrus, Gaster had believed the shorter skeleton to be the 'dud', so-to-speak, while Papyrus was the success. Gaster had to admit how wrong he was. While Papyrus still held great power within, he was nothing compared to his counterpart. Together, though, they were nigh unstoppable.
A beeping alerted Gaster, his head swiveling about to the device containing the time stone he'd swiped from Silver. The diagnostics were complete, and he was getting a high count on photon readings. Definitely interesting. With this, he would not only have full control over the timeline of his universe, but the entire Omniverse as well.
His crooked grin splitting wider, Gaster waved his hand, and the vial containing the time stone removed itself from the device, the top popping off. the time stone slid out, levitating through the air, before winding up in Gaster's palm, directly in the middle of the hole that went clean through his hand. The time stone began to glow as it held itself inside of his hand. Perfect.
But he had so much more work to get to.
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Mountainside
As soon as Raiden asked his question about Shantae's race, the girl landed, transforming back into her humanoid form. "Half-genie." Shantae replied with a smile. "Because my father was a human and my mother was a genie, so I've got some genie magic. I'm feeling a bit low after that wish from earlier though, to be honest..."
Tony, meanwhile, was leading the group with a walk as he thought. When I warped... what I saw, it was... I can't help but worry...
"Mr. Stark?" Ruby asked, looking at him.
"Hm?"
"Is something wrong?" Ruby wondered, noticing how down he was.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just... tired." Tony chuckled.
Forest
Robin looked over to Sarah. "Oh, we never did do introductions, did we? I am Robin, and my wife is Lucina, the princess of Ylisse."
"You know that gives you a title as well, right Robin?"
"Grandmaster is fine enough for me. Plus, I'd be a terrible prince."
"Titles really don't matter to me." Lora chuckled. "Sure, I'm a Knight of Torna, but that doesn't change who I am as a person. Same with Jin."
"You do remember we have different titles, correct?"
"Titles don't matter!"
Camelot Castle (Interior)
Serena walked in silence, thinking. Take advantage of...? But Ash would never do that, would he...?
Serena propped her head up suddenly, and looked around at the large halls. "Whoa... this is fancy!"
Camelot Castle (Front Gates)
"Good. Now walk." Sir Percival said, pointing her sword towards Noah's back. That was when the young man approached. He didn't seem to be an elf... thinking about it, none of them were elves. Like Joseph. "More displaced people, I assume. My name is Sir Percival, and this is Camelot Castle. If you will follow me, I can escort you to the throne room for an audience with the king."
Underground (New Timeline)
The words weren't Frisk's own. Blaze understood that instantly, turning towards Frisk. "What... was that?" she asked. If he could partially control one of them through name alone... This guy was beyond even the Ifrit in terms of power. And they had to get the Time Stone back from him? Blaze had a bad feeling...
Silver, meanwhile, was more interested in the lab. "It's certainly more obvious than Von Schlemmer's lab..." he commented.
Fenrir Far East Branch
The thin pad, when lifted, had an effect on Rick Grimes' arm. Where the thin square had been removed, his arm was now a glowing orange.
"Positive." Dr. Sakaki's eyes seemed to sparkle a bit. "That pad... it tests your compatibility with Aragami. And Rick... you're certainly compatible."
Goldenwalk
As Nathan stepped out of the car, some strange mercenary appeared, soaring towards Gwen. Nathan couldn't help but remarked that they looked like someone Shovel Knight would know.
Back on task. Escaping criminal boss. Mercenary.
Nathan began to think. Spider-Man was gone, so were Toph and the old man. X and Y were busy with their cars. It was just him and Gwen. But then again, Gwen was a super-hero...
"Gwen! Can you handle this joker?" Nathan asked, reloading his gun.
Meanwhile, Y had just finished up with her truck. Her audio receptors picked up the voice of Toph, but significantly more aggressive than earlier. We might have more trouble... she thought, blasting her boot jets, leaving the tied-up-with-a-street-post robbers where they were. Surely the police could get them. As she soared up, she saw Spider-Man. "Peter? What's going on?" That's when Spider-Man attacked. Y scanned the area, trying to figure out what was happening. An army? Seemingly a hostile one. Well, if Toph and Peter were fighting them, they were the enemy. And Y was used to fighting enemy armies.
Y crashed into the back lines, her impact splintering the pavement, sending several chunks into the air. "Good day, gentlemen. You don't quite look the healthiest. May I add some iron into your diet?"
Specter's Fortress
"Crap."
Cut Man's eyes opened wide as the shield slammed him into the ground. Cut Man sparked with electricity, fairly injured. Running diagnostics, he made sure no vital systems had been damaged.
Except his left arm.
That's bad.
Cut Man slowly got up, looking around to see what the situation was. The Hunter was alright, Elec had taken similar damage to him but was back on his feet, and Hiro and Master Chief were fighting.
...above him.
He was inside the shield.
Cut Man smiled. Deciding to take a page from Shadow Man's book, Cut Man vanished, dashing off to aid the others from within the shield.
Warzone
"Don't be an idiot." Keda looked at him with an expression of pure, raw disappointment. "If we want to be useful to Erza here and give her a hand, we need an actual plan. A strategy. You created that jungle, right? What can those other pieces of paper do?"
Bershov let out a growl, the slash from Erza destroying one of his powerful jets. Bershov quickly spun around, attempting to use his metal arm with the claw as a giant bludgeoning weapon. As he did, he spun around the minigun, blindly firing a spray of bullets to cut her off from dodging to the side.
As soon as Raiden asked his question about Shantae's race, the girl landed, transforming back into her humanoid form. "Half-genie." Shantae replied with a smile. "Because my father was a human and my mother was a genie, so I've got some genie magic. I'm feeling a bit low after that wish from earlier though, to be honest..."
Tony, meanwhile, was leading the group with a walk as he thought. When I warped... what I saw, it was... I can't help but worry...
"Mr. Stark?" Ruby asked, looking at him.
"Hm?"
"Is something wrong?" Ruby wondered, noticing how down he was.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just... tired." Tony chuckled.
Forest
Robin looked over to Sarah. "Oh, we never did do introductions, did we? I am Robin, and my wife is Lucina, the princess of Ylisse."
"You know that gives you a title as well, right Robin?"
"Grandmaster is fine enough for me. Plus, I'd be a terrible prince."
"Titles really don't matter to me." Lora chuckled. "Sure, I'm a Knight of Torna, but that doesn't change who I am as a person. Same with Jin."
"You do remember we have different titles, correct?"
"Titles don't matter!"
Camelot Castle (Interior)
Serena walked in silence, thinking. Take advantage of...? But Ash would never do that, would he...?
Serena propped her head up suddenly, and looked around at the large halls. "Whoa... this is fancy!"
Camelot Castle (Front Gates)
"Good. Now walk." Sir Percival said, pointing her sword towards Noah's back. That was when the young man approached. He didn't seem to be an elf... thinking about it, none of them were elves. Like Joseph. "More displaced people, I assume. My name is Sir Percival, and this is Camelot Castle. If you will follow me, I can escort you to the throne room for an audience with the king."
Underground (New Timeline)
The words weren't Frisk's own. Blaze understood that instantly, turning towards Frisk. "What... was that?" she asked. If he could partially control one of them through name alone... This guy was beyond even the Ifrit in terms of power. And they had to get the Time Stone back from him? Blaze had a bad feeling...
Silver, meanwhile, was more interested in the lab. "It's certainly more obvious than Von Schlemmer's lab..." he commented.
Fenrir Far East Branch
The thin pad, when lifted, had an effect on Rick Grimes' arm. Where the thin square had been removed, his arm was now a glowing orange.
"Positive." Dr. Sakaki's eyes seemed to sparkle a bit. "That pad... it tests your compatibility with Aragami. And Rick... you're certainly compatible."
Goldenwalk
As Nathan stepped out of the car, some strange mercenary appeared, soaring towards Gwen. Nathan couldn't help but remarked that they looked like someone Shovel Knight would know.
Back on task. Escaping criminal boss. Mercenary.
Nathan began to think. Spider-Man was gone, so were Toph and the old man. X and Y were busy with their cars. It was just him and Gwen. But then again, Gwen was a super-hero...
"Gwen! Can you handle this joker?" Nathan asked, reloading his gun.
Meanwhile, Y had just finished up with her truck. Her audio receptors picked up the voice of Toph, but significantly more aggressive than earlier. We might have more trouble... she thought, blasting her boot jets, leaving the tied-up-with-a-street-post robbers where they were. Surely the police could get them. As she soared up, she saw Spider-Man. "Peter? What's going on?" That's when Spider-Man attacked. Y scanned the area, trying to figure out what was happening. An army? Seemingly a hostile one. Well, if Toph and Peter were fighting them, they were the enemy. And Y was used to fighting enemy armies.
Y crashed into the back lines, her impact splintering the pavement, sending several chunks into the air. "Good day, gentlemen. You don't quite look the healthiest. May I add some iron into your diet?"
Specter's Fortress
"Crap."
Cut Man's eyes opened wide as the shield slammed him into the ground. Cut Man sparked with electricity, fairly injured. Running diagnostics, he made sure no vital systems had been damaged.
Except his left arm.
That's bad.
Cut Man slowly got up, looking around to see what the situation was. The Hunter was alright, Elec had taken similar damage to him but was back on his feet, and Hiro and Master Chief were fighting.
...above him.
He was inside the shield.
Cut Man smiled. Deciding to take a page from Shadow Man's book, Cut Man vanished, dashing off to aid the others from within the shield.
Warzone
"Don't be an idiot." Keda looked at him with an expression of pure, raw disappointment. "If we want to be useful to Erza here and give her a hand, we need an actual plan. A strategy. You created that jungle, right? What can those other pieces of paper do?"
Bershov let out a growl, the slash from Erza destroying one of his powerful jets. Bershov quickly spun around, attempting to use his metal arm with the claw as a giant bludgeoning weapon. As he did, he spun around the minigun, blindly firing a spray of bullets to cut her off from dodging to the side.
Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Belowski
Location: Camelot Forest
With: Team Negan
Instead of being taken aback like any sensible person would, Belowski chuckled, clapping in response to the vulgar response from Negan.
“Haha totally man, I can only think of why a spirit would choose y’a.”
Belowski gave a whoozy smile, walking in no sense of balance towards Negan. Then, he rested his arm on his shoulder and hung from him, lazily looking at the rest of the group. Seems like he would have difficultly with the concept. Not caring to ask permission or to invade personal space
“So like this guy has a rad special power, ahuh. What can you guys do?”
.......
Name: Rex Raptor
Location: Warzone
With: Erza and Keda
“Well excuuuse me.” Rex spited Keda. “Like a caveman would know what a plan is...”
It was only when his cards were brought up did he perk up a bit. He eyed his deck, which was firmly in his duel disk. I doubt Pegasus updated the duel disks so the MONSTERS are physical. I mean, sure a field spell isn’t deadly enough to where it had to be hollow, but monsters? Yeah, talk about a lawsuit. But maybe...a dinosaur just needs to roar to win turf wars...
Rex smirked, looking at Keda with a new reinvigorated expression. “Heh, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m stronger than the rest of your little toy soldiers. So you can go spear a mammoth or somethin’, cause’ I got this.”
Rex waltzed out of cover, readying his duel disk. He came into the sight of both the commander and Erza together. Still wearing the patch of their army, Rex looked up to the pair.
“Alright then, how about we call this fight a draw and be done with it eh? If not...” he grinned, a card in his hand. “It’s Dino feeding time! Come on out! Trakadon!”
He played a monster, and out of nowehere a large dinosaur had materialized. Around five feet tall, the blue dinosaur had razor sharp teeth and talon like claws, like it were a mix of a t-Rex and a Velociraptor. Rex crossed his arms, his green jacket blowing in the wind.
Trakadon
1300 ATK/ 800 DEF
“So what’ll it be eh?”
Location: Camelot Forest
With: Team Negan
Instead of being taken aback like any sensible person would, Belowski chuckled, clapping in response to the vulgar response from Negan.
“Haha totally man, I can only think of why a spirit would choose y’a.”
Belowski gave a whoozy smile, walking in no sense of balance towards Negan. Then, he rested his arm on his shoulder and hung from him, lazily looking at the rest of the group. Seems like he would have difficultly with the concept. Not caring to ask permission or to invade personal space
“So like this guy has a rad special power, ahuh. What can you guys do?”
.......
Name: Rex Raptor
Location: Warzone
With: Erza and Keda
“Well excuuuse me.” Rex spited Keda. “Like a caveman would know what a plan is...”
It was only when his cards were brought up did he perk up a bit. He eyed his deck, which was firmly in his duel disk. I doubt Pegasus updated the duel disks so the MONSTERS are physical. I mean, sure a field spell isn’t deadly enough to where it had to be hollow, but monsters? Yeah, talk about a lawsuit. But maybe...a dinosaur just needs to roar to win turf wars...
Rex smirked, looking at Keda with a new reinvigorated expression. “Heh, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m stronger than the rest of your little toy soldiers. So you can go spear a mammoth or somethin’, cause’ I got this.”
Rex waltzed out of cover, readying his duel disk. He came into the sight of both the commander and Erza together. Still wearing the patch of their army, Rex looked up to the pair.
“Alright then, how about we call this fight a draw and be done with it eh? If not...” he grinned, a card in his hand. “It’s Dino feeding time! Come on out! Trakadon!”
He played a monster, and out of nowehere a large dinosaur had materialized. Around five feet tall, the blue dinosaur had razor sharp teeth and talon like claws, like it were a mix of a t-Rex and a Velociraptor. Rex crossed his arms, his green jacket blowing in the wind.
Trakadon
1300 ATK/ 800 DEF
“So what’ll it be eh?”
Goldenwalk Base
Riot thrashed as he landed on the ground beside the bus.
“I’m going to enjoy killing you,” he said to Thor before swinging the scythe towards the ground. It stuck into the ground and caused silver spikes to appear all around Thor.
“You sure we should be fighting this guy?” Sawyer said to Riot from inside the symbiote body. Riot had control, but Sawyer was still able to speak to him.
Camelot Forest
Drax fell out of the portal, appearing above a canopy of trees. He slammed into multiple trees coming out of the sky before landing in front of a group of people.
“YES!” Drax shouted as he chuckled. “That was awesome!” He looked up and saw multiple people, most of them unfamiliar.
Somewhere else in the forest, Captain Falcon appeared, being shot out of the portal. He used his Raptor Boost to recover from his fall and land on his feet.
He could hear voices in the distance. Seemed to be arguing. He walked in the direction of the voices.
“Titles don’t matter!” one of the voices said. He could now distinguish what they were saying. He walked out of the brush behind them.
“Where the hell am I?” he asked them. If they knew anything, he needed them to tell him.
Riot thrashed as he landed on the ground beside the bus.
“I’m going to enjoy killing you,” he said to Thor before swinging the scythe towards the ground. It stuck into the ground and caused silver spikes to appear all around Thor.
“You sure we should be fighting this guy?” Sawyer said to Riot from inside the symbiote body. Riot had control, but Sawyer was still able to speak to him.
Camelot Forest
Drax fell out of the portal, appearing above a canopy of trees. He slammed into multiple trees coming out of the sky before landing in front of a group of people.
“YES!” Drax shouted as he chuckled. “That was awesome!” He looked up and saw multiple people, most of them unfamiliar.
Somewhere else in the forest, Captain Falcon appeared, being shot out of the portal. He used his Raptor Boost to recover from his fall and land on his feet.
He could hear voices in the distance. Seemed to be arguing. He walked in the direction of the voices.
“Titles don’t matter!” one of the voices said. He could now distinguish what they were saying. He walked out of the brush behind them.
“Where the hell am I?” he asked them. If they knew anything, he needed them to tell him.
Alina blocked the attack with her bat. However, it did not stop the momentum from sending her flying. She got up, then made the baseball bat of darkness disappear. In her hand, a sword made of darkness appeared. She turned to whatever the kid had changed into. "Can you fight?" Alina asked. Lobomon nodded, pulling out one of his Licht Schwert light swords.
Name: Akame, Bakugou, Dipper, Erza, Finn & Jake, Raven, Star
Location: Warzone
Erza quickly responded as she Requipped into her Giant Armor, as she aimed to use the bulky armor to try and block the mini-gun bullets while at the same time she clashed with the claw with her own large lance as she tried to drop her heavy armor's weight on the Soviet to try and drive the commander down to ground level.
Erza's teeth grit at the battle became intense, one bullet grazed her cheek before she got an armored arm to block the others but she was determined not to lose her advantage even with the minor cut alone her cheek.
Then Rex appeared, boastful as ever, as he summoned forth what appeared to be some sort of dinosaur out of thin air. Erza had been more used to strange, large creatures from her own world which made Erza question if Rex had been a mage and if so what magic he had. Either way she shot her ally a glare.
"Rex, I already informed you all I was fine. I can handle this by myself, use your strength to push back the bulk of forces and aid the others. Leave this one to me!" Erza replied, as her pride and desire to honor this one on one fight spoke loud and clear despite Rex's attempts to play the chivalrous hero.
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Name: Kale
Location: Specter's Ship
As Specter's mention of having mentioned the peace treaty or rather "cease fire" to the group Kale only sweat dropped a bit. As the only time she recalled mention of a cease fire was when he mentioned it to her and her alone when they were both in the air. Did Specter count that? Did he really think they heard that call when he addressed her while the bulk of the group had been a fair way's away?
"Um, I-I don't mean to argue here but....you only told me that. H-hiro and F-flynn were in the fortress already, and the others w-were on ground level while we were in the air. T-there's no way they'd have heard that and I think it is unfair to assume they did." Kale explained to Specter as she gave what seemed like a good reasoning for why Specter's view that they knew of the cease fire might be mistaken.
Then Kale saw on the monitor as Timeman unleashed his entire arsenal on him which caused her eyes to widen in horror.
"HIRO!"
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Name: Hiro
Location: Specter's Fortress.
Hiro's eyes widened, his Keyblade shinned through even as Timeman held time to a stop which seemed to work to try and combat the time-altering power; much as it had in the past when Hiro clashed with the Neo-Organization's Dulor. While he couldn't break the stopped flow of time, it allowed him to process what was happening to a limited degree and recover quickly. Though it hardly seemed to matter, as by the time time moved for him the lightning had been dispersed and now weapons had been pointed and fired at him from all directions. On impulse, he held his Keyblade up as he aimed to cast a spell, the one spell that could possibly get him out of this predicament alive.
"Grav...."
However, before he finished his word, he noticed something. The artillery shells, the missiles and everything seemed to freeze in place. Hiro half wondered if Timeman had used his powers again, but found that he could move but everything else was frozen. Before he had time to question that, everything around him went dark. Before he knew it, he no longer had been on the warship that Timeman had control of, but rather stood on a stain-glass floor that seemed to have an image of a beautiful woman with long, and he meant long, blonde hair and a purple dress.
But that proved secondary, as he glanced around he noted he was not alone. No, a figure from his own past seemed to be with him; a girl with short white hair in a similarly white dress who had silver eyes and appeared to have no shoes. The girl had not been a stranger to Hiro, well at least in the sense that he remembered seeing her before; during a battle with one of the Neo-Organization named Aeleus. Like that battle, he found himself warped her by the girl who spoke with him about some cryptic stuff only this time he figured some clarification was in order.
"H-hey! I demand some answers! Who are you? First you show up during the Neo-Organization fight, now here. Why?" Hiro asked, as he understandably wanted to know more about this mysterious girl, who offered a friendly smile to him as she suddenly appeared behind Hiro much tot he latter's shock.
"I wish I could tell you everything, but I am afraid that will have to wait. For now all you need to know is things are growing dire. A great evil threatens all the worlds, one that if not stopped will cause unspeakable catastrophic." The girl explained, which made Hiro raise an eyebrow as he faced her.
"A great evil, well I think between this Specter guy and those Soviets I've seen that on display." Hiro replied back, as the girl kept her eyes locked with his own, her expression friendly though her eyes showed concern.
"Yes, Specter is a threat that cannot be dismissed. But he is far from the only malevolent force at play."
Location: Sacred Shrine (World unknown)
A cloaked figure sat in meditation, his Keyblade drawn and suspended in the air before him as it seemed to shine erratically. A result of some disturbances it felt within the Infinity Rift, the various dimensional "jumps" not having escaped notice. Though it was hard to focus as Kyuseishu's partner in crime seemed to enjoy a rather noisy training session within the same room. Soon enough, the masked Wielder stood up as he grasped his Keyblade and made a motion for Gilgamesh to follow him.
"This should be interesting. If nothing else it beats sitting around this dull place in any event." Gilgamesh chimed in before the pair walked through the portal to follow the dimensional distortion trail back to its strongest source.
Kyuseishu & Gilgamesh arrived not long after from a portal, to what appeared to be some sort of mysterious location. A lair? A fortress? Something else, it had been hard to determine especially given how dark it all appeared. Something rectified to a certain extent as Kyuseishu shinned his Keyblade bright to create a light for himself and Gilgamesh.
"Seems empty, I swear if you brought me here to some abandoned shell I will carve you up." Gilgamesh replied, as Kyuseishu ignored the threat of his ally as he scanned the area and tried to zero in on this powerful but unusual energy his Keyblade seemed to sense.
"If anyone is here, I request an audience. I promise, you will find it worth your time." Kyuseishu, ad unlike Gilgamesh who already considered they were alone he felt....something, lurked within this unknown place. And his open call hoped to flush whoever, or whatever that was.
"Wait! You never answered me, who are you? Why are you doing this?" Hiro asked, as the girl stopped, though her image began to fade as she gave Hiro one last smile.
"The time for answers will come, that is why you must press on. Why you must live, the time for us to meet again will come then. Stay strong, young Keyblade Wielder."
"Gravity!"
Hiro formed a gravity sphere above his Keyblade, one that the various weapons would be pulled and attracted towards, though given they'd explode on contact this had not bettered his situation, so a bold action was needed.
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Name: Caulifla
Location: Camelot (Castle Throne Room)
"Caulifla of Universe 6. And you never addressed my questions, Goku, do you have anything to do with me being here? Where we are or where my friend Kale is?" Caulifla asked, as she shot a side glance at a pair of furry anthropomorphic creatures which had been enough for her to raise a slight eyebrow but little more.
"And who are your friends there. Are they of Universe 7 as well?" Caulifla asked as she jabbed her thumb at the pair who observed her conversation.
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Name: Lucario
Location: Goldenwalk Van
In response Lucario used Bone Rush to produced a large bone-staff made up of his Aura as he used it to block the scythe strike, while others in the van fired upon the bizarre individual who seemed to have two Auras present much like that Negan character earlier.
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Name: Azula
Location: Camelot (Forest)
"I see you are a man of....colorful language." Azula quipped, as in truth Negan's attitude rubbed her the wrong way but she could not make such open disgust at his vulgar language known.
Before she could add on, another figure appeared from out of nowhere. Quite the muscular figure, who seemed to be in celebration over something. The term "meat head" rang in her head but she made no comment but none the less walked up to the newcomer as she cleared her throat to explain.
"We are....individuals who come from various places. We've all been transported to this forest, of a land we do not yet know, for reasons we cannot explain. We were in the middle of debating what to do, maybe getting information from locals or some supplies when you showed up. The name is Azula, who are you exactly?" Azula asked Drax as she decided to be the first to greet and question the new arrival.
Location: Warzone
Erza quickly responded as she Requipped into her Giant Armor, as she aimed to use the bulky armor to try and block the mini-gun bullets while at the same time she clashed with the claw with her own large lance as she tried to drop her heavy armor's weight on the Soviet to try and drive the commander down to ground level.
Erza's teeth grit at the battle became intense, one bullet grazed her cheek before she got an armored arm to block the others but she was determined not to lose her advantage even with the minor cut alone her cheek.
Then Rex appeared, boastful as ever, as he summoned forth what appeared to be some sort of dinosaur out of thin air. Erza had been more used to strange, large creatures from her own world which made Erza question if Rex had been a mage and if so what magic he had. Either way she shot her ally a glare.
"Rex, I already informed you all I was fine. I can handle this by myself, use your strength to push back the bulk of forces and aid the others. Leave this one to me!" Erza replied, as her pride and desire to honor this one on one fight spoke loud and clear despite Rex's attempts to play the chivalrous hero.
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Name: Kale
Location: Specter's Ship
As Specter's mention of having mentioned the peace treaty or rather "cease fire" to the group Kale only sweat dropped a bit. As the only time she recalled mention of a cease fire was when he mentioned it to her and her alone when they were both in the air. Did Specter count that? Did he really think they heard that call when he addressed her while the bulk of the group had been a fair way's away?
"Um, I-I don't mean to argue here but....you only told me that. H-hiro and F-flynn were in the fortress already, and the others w-were on ground level while we were in the air. T-there's no way they'd have heard that and I think it is unfair to assume they did." Kale explained to Specter as she gave what seemed like a good reasoning for why Specter's view that they knew of the cease fire might be mistaken.
Then Kale saw on the monitor as Timeman unleashed his entire arsenal on him which caused her eyes to widen in horror.
"HIRO!"
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Name: Hiro
Location: Specter's Fortress.
Hiro's eyes widened, his Keyblade shinned through even as Timeman held time to a stop which seemed to work to try and combat the time-altering power; much as it had in the past when Hiro clashed with the Neo-Organization's Dulor. While he couldn't break the stopped flow of time, it allowed him to process what was happening to a limited degree and recover quickly. Though it hardly seemed to matter, as by the time time moved for him the lightning had been dispersed and now weapons had been pointed and fired at him from all directions. On impulse, he held his Keyblade up as he aimed to cast a spell, the one spell that could possibly get him out of this predicament alive.
"Grav...."
However, before he finished his word, he noticed something. The artillery shells, the missiles and everything seemed to freeze in place. Hiro half wondered if Timeman had used his powers again, but found that he could move but everything else was frozen. Before he had time to question that, everything around him went dark. Before he knew it, he no longer had been on the warship that Timeman had control of, but rather stood on a stain-glass floor that seemed to have an image of a beautiful woman with long, and he meant long, blonde hair and a purple dress.
But that proved secondary, as he glanced around he noted he was not alone. No, a figure from his own past seemed to be with him; a girl with short white hair in a similarly white dress who had silver eyes and appeared to have no shoes. The girl had not been a stranger to Hiro, well at least in the sense that he remembered seeing her before; during a battle with one of the Neo-Organization named Aeleus. Like that battle, he found himself warped her by the girl who spoke with him about some cryptic stuff only this time he figured some clarification was in order.
"H-hey! I demand some answers! Who are you? First you show up during the Neo-Organization fight, now here. Why?" Hiro asked, as he understandably wanted to know more about this mysterious girl, who offered a friendly smile to him as she suddenly appeared behind Hiro much tot he latter's shock.
"I wish I could tell you everything, but I am afraid that will have to wait. For now all you need to know is things are growing dire. A great evil threatens all the worlds, one that if not stopped will cause unspeakable catastrophic." The girl explained, which made Hiro raise an eyebrow as he faced her.
"A great evil, well I think between this Specter guy and those Soviets I've seen that on display." Hiro replied back, as the girl kept her eyes locked with his own, her expression friendly though her eyes showed concern.
"Yes, Specter is a threat that cannot be dismissed. But he is far from the only malevolent force at play."
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Name: Kyuseishu & Gilgamesh Location: Sacred Shrine (World unknown)
A cloaked figure sat in meditation, his Keyblade drawn and suspended in the air before him as it seemed to shine erratically. A result of some disturbances it felt within the Infinity Rift, the various dimensional "jumps" not having escaped notice. Though it was hard to focus as Kyuseishu's partner in crime seemed to enjoy a rather noisy training session within the same room. Soon enough, the masked Wielder stood up as he grasped his Keyblade and made a motion for Gilgamesh to follow him.
Danger approaches young Keyblade Wielder. Threats you cannot face alone.
"There seem to be a fair number of distortions I sense, appears somebody else found the power to tap into the Infinity Realm and pull beings from it and perhaps beyond. And I aim to find the source of it all...." Kyueishu explained as he opened up a portal with his magical blade which only caused Gilgamesh to grin as he twirled his spear behind his neck before he rested it there.
"This should be interesting. If nothing else it beats sitting around this dull place in any event." Gilgamesh chimed in before the pair walked through the portal to follow the dimensional distortion trail back to its strongest source.
Threats? You don't me that he is coming do you?
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Location: Unknown -----------
Kyuseishu & Gilgamesh arrived not long after from a portal, to what appeared to be some sort of mysterious location. A lair? A fortress? Something else, it had been hard to determine especially given how dark it all appeared. Something rectified to a certain extent as Kyuseishu shinned his Keyblade bright to create a light for himself and Gilgamesh.
"Seems empty, I swear if you brought me here to some abandoned shell I will carve you up." Gilgamesh replied, as Kyuseishu ignored the threat of his ally as he scanned the area and tried to zero in on this powerful but unusual energy his Keyblade seemed to sense.
"If anyone is here, I request an audience. I promise, you will find it worth your time." Kyuseishu, ad unlike Gilgamesh who already considered they were alone he felt....something, lurked within this unknown place. And his open call hoped to flush whoever, or whatever that was.
I worry it may be so, but there is another threat as well. One even I've never felt before that can only add to this dread I fear is to come.
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"Now Hiro, you must continue to fight. Your friends need you, and you must defeat Specter. His evil cannot be allowed to continue, and you and your allies must prepare for what is to come." The girl replied, as she began to walk away but Hiro still had so many questions. He moved after her to try and stop her.-----------
"Wait! You never answered me, who are you? Why are you doing this?" Hiro asked, as the girl stopped, though her image began to fade as she gave Hiro one last smile.
"The time for answers will come, that is why you must press on. Why you must live, the time for us to meet again will come then. Stay strong, young Keyblade Wielder."
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Hiro snapped back to reality, not a moment passed from his trip to the dreamscape as he still had his Keyblade up and the weapons of Timeman's warship fired at him. Naturally, he resumed the spell he had already began to set in motion."Gravity!"
Hiro formed a gravity sphere above his Keyblade, one that the various weapons would be pulled and attracted towards, though given they'd explode on contact this had not bettered his situation, so a bold action was needed.
Woosh!
Hiro tossed the Keyblade through an open gap towards the side of Timeman's warship, and with the Gravity Sphere generated all of the shells and missiles would be attracted towards it away from Hiro.
Boom!
Though such a sudden change of trajectory caused a couple of missles to slam into each other as they exploded and knocked Hiro off the side of the warship with a shockwave. Hiro mitigated this somewhat by flying back and through a gap with his Pixie Dust flight, but the shockwave still knocked him back and stunned him momentarily as he began to free fall. Hiro recovered, but widened as he had no Keyblade and no means to save himself as his dust ran out, so he had to act quickly as he pulled out that familiar grappling hook and fired it as it just managed to find a latch to hook around which halted his fall to a dead stop. Hiro let out a breath of relief, thanking Mabel as the Keyblade struck the side of the warship which aimed to bring Timeman's own weaponry against it as it followed to its location for what promised to be a volatile collision.
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Name: Caulifla
Location: Camelot (Castle Throne Room)
"Caulifla of Universe 6. And you never addressed my questions, Goku, do you have anything to do with me being here? Where we are or where my friend Kale is?" Caulifla asked, as she shot a side glance at a pair of furry anthropomorphic creatures which had been enough for her to raise a slight eyebrow but little more.
"And who are your friends there. Are they of Universe 7 as well?" Caulifla asked as she jabbed her thumb at the pair who observed her conversation.
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Name: Lucario
Location: Goldenwalk Van
In response Lucario used Bone Rush to produced a large bone-staff made up of his Aura as he used it to block the scythe strike, while others in the van fired upon the bizarre individual who seemed to have two Auras present much like that Negan character earlier.
Is there a connection?
Lucario cared little at the moment, so he set the question aside and aimed to parry the scythe blow while he would try to follow up with a blow aimed for "Sawyer's" side as he jumped toward him to try and knock the thing away from the group towards a wall of a nearby building.
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Name: Azula
Location: Camelot (Forest)
"I see you are a man of....colorful language." Azula quipped, as in truth Negan's attitude rubbed her the wrong way but she could not make such open disgust at his vulgar language known.
Before she could add on, another figure appeared from out of nowhere. Quite the muscular figure, who seemed to be in celebration over something. The term "meat head" rang in her head but she made no comment but none the less walked up to the newcomer as she cleared her throat to explain.
"We are....individuals who come from various places. We've all been transported to this forest, of a land we do not yet know, for reasons we cannot explain. We were in the middle of debating what to do, maybe getting information from locals or some supplies when you showed up. The name is Azula, who are you exactly?" Azula asked Drax as she decided to be the first to greet and question the new arrival.
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Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Timeman, Elecman
Location: Specter Fortress Rooftop
Elecman winced, as much as a robot could anyway as he inspected his own damage. With one eye offline and several torn servos across his body, this would make the upcoming mothership a difficult threat, not to mention the one right in front of him. He looked up at Timeman’s vessel, his hands clenching into fists.
Brother. I know you don’t mean to do this. Weather Dr.Wiley reprogrammed you or your doing this in your own will. We need to take you back...to make you see what you’ve become and what you could be...!
With the ship’s shields temporarily offline due to the destructive shield are, Elecman took to opportunity. Taking his hand, he lit it ablaze with electricity, seeing the point defense weapons aim at Hiro’s keyblade.
“Energize!”
He fire off a steam of lightning, shutting down the point defense guns while damaging the ship, leaving an opening for Hiro’s Keyblade to slam into the hull of the ship, actually causing a large scrape into the hull, ripping right through the last miniguns and into the internals! Not only that, but Hunter’s own blade swung right in next to Hiro’s, puncturing even further! At this point the hull of ship began to creak...
*SNAP!*
The entire front section was clipped off by the combination attack, the nose slicing right off it’s body, leaving only the two wings and the center body instead of the front defensive battery. The front left thousands of wires and unknown systems exposed to the elements. The ship had become severely crippled, but not powerless. Timeman staggered on the ship, the front third splitting down.
“Hmph...what an unpleasant dilemma...”
He entered back into the hull of the ship via his port, sliding back into the captain’s chair. After getting to the controls, the ship began to shift into overdrive! Doomslayer’s sphere that kept him imprisoned extended out, a crane like arm aiming down. With a flash of light, a bright blue beam shot from it, aiming to smite Hunter right where he stood, 100% annihilation. It seemed to be using and energy with an identical source to Doomslayer’s!
Meanwhile, several weapons on the sides revved up, one on the aft section powering up. Suddenly, mines had begun to drop from the ship. The charges landed on the battlefield, one landing in the elevator chief stood on, instantly detonating and destroying the entire elevator in one swoop! His flooring was gone. He continued to drop these mines all over the Rooftop
Name: Specter
Location: Specter’s Ship.
“HIRO!!!!”
Specter whipped his head to Kale, a sly smirk spreading across his lips. He had made a sudden and useful discover about Kale. She had an intimate relationship with his ‘Hiro’ character. He could use that and twist it to his own advantage.
“Oh? If that’s the case why don’t you tell them right now. You can stop this any time you want...but if you do...you join my merry band.”
Specter passed an intercom over to Kale, like a contract with a price. He had her, collecting data and seeding the thread. He would get her off the team if he humans. By what needs to be done.
Name: Rex Raptor
Location: Warzone
Rex huffed, putting a hand on his hip. “A thanks could do y’a know...”
She’s not carving this guy into several slices of cake yet, so she MUST she having a tough time. Or tougher anyway. If I beat this guy, I would have proved myself! ...if I even had any power. Maybe intimidating this guy to bow to me by the might of powerful Dino’s, that could be enough. Yeah...yeah!
“Oh Rex, I wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t come along!” Erza swooned. “Now please marry me, we’ll live in Jurassic Park and have fifteen children!”
...what would I name fifteen children anyway?
Rex Junior, Stego, Rex Junior Junior, Ptera-
Rex snapped back into reality, giving a confident smirk up to Erza, despite the fact that to him, he was practically wielding a giant hollow sword.
“Yo commander! General Rex is here to take over your job!”
Location: Specter Fortress Rooftop
Elecman winced, as much as a robot could anyway as he inspected his own damage. With one eye offline and several torn servos across his body, this would make the upcoming mothership a difficult threat, not to mention the one right in front of him. He looked up at Timeman’s vessel, his hands clenching into fists.
Brother. I know you don’t mean to do this. Weather Dr.Wiley reprogrammed you or your doing this in your own will. We need to take you back...to make you see what you’ve become and what you could be...!
With the ship’s shields temporarily offline due to the destructive shield are, Elecman took to opportunity. Taking his hand, he lit it ablaze with electricity, seeing the point defense weapons aim at Hiro’s keyblade.
“Energize!”
He fire off a steam of lightning, shutting down the point defense guns while damaging the ship, leaving an opening for Hiro’s Keyblade to slam into the hull of the ship, actually causing a large scrape into the hull, ripping right through the last miniguns and into the internals! Not only that, but Hunter’s own blade swung right in next to Hiro’s, puncturing even further! At this point the hull of ship began to creak...
*SNAP!*
The entire front section was clipped off by the combination attack, the nose slicing right off it’s body, leaving only the two wings and the center body instead of the front defensive battery. The front left thousands of wires and unknown systems exposed to the elements. The ship had become severely crippled, but not powerless. Timeman staggered on the ship, the front third splitting down.
“Hmph...what an unpleasant dilemma...”
He entered back into the hull of the ship via his port, sliding back into the captain’s chair. After getting to the controls, the ship began to shift into overdrive! Doomslayer’s sphere that kept him imprisoned extended out, a crane like arm aiming down. With a flash of light, a bright blue beam shot from it, aiming to smite Hunter right where he stood, 100% annihilation. It seemed to be using and energy with an identical source to Doomslayer’s!
Meanwhile, several weapons on the sides revved up, one on the aft section powering up. Suddenly, mines had begun to drop from the ship. The charges landed on the battlefield, one landing in the elevator chief stood on, instantly detonating and destroying the entire elevator in one swoop! His flooring was gone. He continued to drop these mines all over the Rooftop
Name: Specter
Location: Specter’s Ship.
“HIRO!!!!”
Specter whipped his head to Kale, a sly smirk spreading across his lips. He had made a sudden and useful discover about Kale. She had an intimate relationship with his ‘Hiro’ character. He could use that and twist it to his own advantage.
“Oh? If that’s the case why don’t you tell them right now. You can stop this any time you want...but if you do...you join my merry band.”
Specter passed an intercom over to Kale, like a contract with a price. He had her, collecting data and seeding the thread. He would get her off the team if he humans. By what needs to be done.
Name: Rex Raptor
Location: Warzone
Rex huffed, putting a hand on his hip. “A thanks could do y’a know...”
She’s not carving this guy into several slices of cake yet, so she MUST she having a tough time. Or tougher anyway. If I beat this guy, I would have proved myself! ...if I even had any power. Maybe intimidating this guy to bow to me by the might of powerful Dino’s, that could be enough. Yeah...yeah!
“Oh Rex, I wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t come along!” Erza swooned. “Now please marry me, we’ll live in Jurassic Park and have fifteen children!”
...what would I name fifteen children anyway?
Rex Junior, Stego, Rex Junior Junior, Ptera-
Rex snapped back into reality, giving a confident smirk up to Erza, despite the fact that to him, he was practically wielding a giant hollow sword.
“Yo commander! General Rex is here to take over your job!”
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Previously turnt3chGodh34d
Sans, Snake
Camelot Forest
Snake blinked, turning his head to look at Shantae, his eyes as narrow as ever. "How exactly does that work?" He asked. "You make a wish and it drains your magic, but you turn into some kinda bird and it doesn't affect you?" Snake had encountered... 'magic' before. Maybe that's not what it was, but he was no stranger to the supernatural. If he could manage to figure out how Shantae's magic worked, then that curiosity would be fixed. He was the kind of guy who asked questions. Not because he was dumb, but because he simply loved to learn. Maybe not always from a book, but it was definitely more quiet than a person, and sometimes quiet was what he enjoyed, or rather, needed.
Sans, meanwhile, found Stark taking the lead, which was perfectly fine with the skeleton. He sure as hell wasn't any kind of leader. He'd already conflicted his own personality multiple times by using his magic. It really wasn't like him to bother with fighting until there was nothing left to fight for.
But... this was admittedly a lot different. The stakes were higher than ever. He couldn't afford to sit things out. Not like this. Admittedly, Sans hadn't taken a lot of time to think about these sorts of things, but now was a good a time as any.
Meanwhile, Ruby seemed concerned over Tony. Sans could see it to. His eyes were distant, small beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. One could assume it was because of the walk they were going on, but Tony seemed fit enough. This wasn't the case. Not to mention Sans could see past the layers. See who Tony really was deep down, but... the skeleton didn't look into it. It wasn't his job to judge these people. He only had to judge those on rare occasions, and from the many timelines he'd experienced, that was namely Frisk.
But he didn't bother pressing on with Ruby's concern over Tony. Guy had his own problems, his own thoughts. If he needed help, Sans could only hope he was smart enough to ask for it.
Artemis
Camelot Castle (Interior)
Artemis let a smirk tug at the corners of her mouth. "Please, make yourself comfortable, child. I really must be on my way, however. I will return to you shortly, but if you need anything, feel free to ask anybody for help. The residents here are friendly, for the most part." The Goddess turned away, walking swiftly back down the hall, her feet padding on the cold stone floors. Her destination happened to be the throne room, where copious amounts of energy were resonating, alongside an even more powerful force just outside. She imagined Sonic would be in the throne room, so she'd seek an audience with him first and foremost. The amount of newcomers arriving was drastically increasing from what the Goddess could tell. Call it a sixth sense, it was just something she could feel.
Bro, O'Neill, Carter, Daniel, Teal'c
Camelot Castle (Exterior)
So this anthropomorphic animal thing wearing armor turned out to be... friendly, Bro assumed. He glanced down at Cal, before back up at 'Sir Percival' regardless of the fact that it was clearly female, and clearly not the actual Sir Percival Bro was familiar with from old stories. He found it best not to question these things. He'd just fought Yu-Gi-Oh monsters. Never really watched the show or played the games himself, but that guy with the cards had that some look to him. Not to mention Dave had watched the show on occasion, but luckily not extensively to the point where he'd ask Bro for Yu-Gi-Oh cards for his birthday or Christmas or something.
But the man had no problem with Lady Sonic Character escorting them to the throne room. At this point, he doubted there'd be a King Arthur. Probably some other Sonic character...
Probably just Sonic himself wearing robes or something. Eh, whatever. Better than that guy with wings and a sword in his chest.
Frisk, Alphys
Alphys' Lab (New Timeline)
Frisk couldn't find an answer for Blaze, so she didn't provide one, and instead, waited for Alphys to open the door as Silver made his comment about the lab. But a few more moments, the door to the lab hissed open, and there stood a short, slightly pudgy yellow dinosaur wearing a white lab coat and a pair of thick glasses on her face, resting on her snout. "O-oh, hey Frisk, I was j-just..." Alphys' voice trailed off as she looked past Frisk to see her company of three. She immediately recognized Blaze and Silver, but rather than fan-girling, her face went grim. "Come on i-inside." She said, turning around and walking back into the lab.
Frisk had not been expecting this behavior. She'd assumed that she'd have to do a lot of explaining, but it was clear that Alphys somehow knew something about the situation that she had yet to reveal. Even after all these timelines, the girl was still learning more about her friends.
Rick Grimes
Fenrir Far East Branch
Compatible. So he was somehow able to now, what, merge with an Aragami or something? The thought was entirely appealing, but it was the only good way he could think of contributing. He could always try and find some leadership role here, as he was just naturally a good leader, but it was never really his style. He never wanted to lead, he just wanted to keep people safe and making the right choices, and sometimes that meant becoming a leader.
"Alright, doc." Rick nodded, rubbing his arm where the pad had touched him self-consciously. "What happens next?"
Spider-Gwen
Goldenwalk
"Handle?" Gwen asked, raising a brow, but not turning to look back at Nathan as she kept her eyes on the 'Silver Scythe'. "Uh... yeah, sure, why not? I mean, this is exactly what I'm great at dealing with. Tall intimidating women with weapons to render my webbing useless and cut me to ribbons. Of course I have this handled. It's not like I'm a terrible free-style fighter or anything like that." She told Nathan sarcastically, holding her position, awaiting the Scythe to make her move first. "I'm totally gonna die. And before the release of Dad Cop 3. Oh my Dad is gonna double kill me..." She muttered.
Master Chief, Doomslayer
Specter's Fortress
John had little time to react as the elevator beneath him was suddenly blown out, and began to fall. Quickly magnetizing the rifle to his back, Chief took off at a sprint as he fell, and leaped as high as he could attempting to make it to the edge of the floor and get a grasp to pull himself up. The edge neared, his hand extended to grasp it...
But he was too late. His fingers brushed the edge of the floor, before his body slammed into the side of the wall, metal scraping metal, leaving John to slightly bounce off the wall, and find himself descending back down the elevator shaft. With nobody to notice him, Chief was on his own for the moment. He would survive the fall, that much was certain. But finding another way back up? He'd need to contact Kale.
After he landed, of course. Messing with his communication device at a time like this was never really one of John's strong suits.
Negan
Camelot Clearing
The kid just kept getting weirder and weirder, and Negan liked that. Anything against the norm was cool, which was probably why the Savior was having such a good time despite losing Lucille. Of course, this was temporary. It was only a matter of time before he'd begin to pine for that bat again, but he was pulled from his thoughts again by a loud, deep 'YES!'. Frowning slightly, Negan turned his head yet again. At this rate, he was gonna get a crick in it, but whatever.
The new arrival was, again, different. Tall and hella buff with palish green skin and red markings covering his shirtless form. He was grinning widely, but that was fading as he stared at the group in confusion.
Understandable, considering Negan had probably the same face when he'd first arrived on the airship. However, before the Savior could address this new face, it was Azula who did. Hell, at this rate, she could be in charge of any 'foreign affairs' for Negan. She was definitely a talker, but he still wanted to figure her out more about her. Not to mention she continued to strike some kind of familiarity with him. Kinda like when you see a celebrity on the streets, but the only movie they did was some lesser known show, where they voice acted and you just happen to recognize them.
Instead of waltzing over to Drax and Azula, as Negan had done with the other new arrivals, he instead paid attention at a distance, staring calmly at Drax, sizing him up. Dude was beefy, that was for sure. And if he took pleasure in falling out of the sky, then clearly he was some sort of masochist, to a degree.
Camelot Forest
Snake blinked, turning his head to look at Shantae, his eyes as narrow as ever. "How exactly does that work?" He asked. "You make a wish and it drains your magic, but you turn into some kinda bird and it doesn't affect you?" Snake had encountered... 'magic' before. Maybe that's not what it was, but he was no stranger to the supernatural. If he could manage to figure out how Shantae's magic worked, then that curiosity would be fixed. He was the kind of guy who asked questions. Not because he was dumb, but because he simply loved to learn. Maybe not always from a book, but it was definitely more quiet than a person, and sometimes quiet was what he enjoyed, or rather, needed.
Sans, meanwhile, found Stark taking the lead, which was perfectly fine with the skeleton. He sure as hell wasn't any kind of leader. He'd already conflicted his own personality multiple times by using his magic. It really wasn't like him to bother with fighting until there was nothing left to fight for.
But... this was admittedly a lot different. The stakes were higher than ever. He couldn't afford to sit things out. Not like this. Admittedly, Sans hadn't taken a lot of time to think about these sorts of things, but now was a good a time as any.
Meanwhile, Ruby seemed concerned over Tony. Sans could see it to. His eyes were distant, small beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. One could assume it was because of the walk they were going on, but Tony seemed fit enough. This wasn't the case. Not to mention Sans could see past the layers. See who Tony really was deep down, but... the skeleton didn't look into it. It wasn't his job to judge these people. He only had to judge those on rare occasions, and from the many timelines he'd experienced, that was namely Frisk.
But he didn't bother pressing on with Ruby's concern over Tony. Guy had his own problems, his own thoughts. If he needed help, Sans could only hope he was smart enough to ask for it.
Artemis
Camelot Castle (Interior)
Artemis let a smirk tug at the corners of her mouth. "Please, make yourself comfortable, child. I really must be on my way, however. I will return to you shortly, but if you need anything, feel free to ask anybody for help. The residents here are friendly, for the most part." The Goddess turned away, walking swiftly back down the hall, her feet padding on the cold stone floors. Her destination happened to be the throne room, where copious amounts of energy were resonating, alongside an even more powerful force just outside. She imagined Sonic would be in the throne room, so she'd seek an audience with him first and foremost. The amount of newcomers arriving was drastically increasing from what the Goddess could tell. Call it a sixth sense, it was just something she could feel.
Bro, O'Neill, Carter, Daniel, Teal'c
Camelot Castle (Exterior)
So this anthropomorphic animal thing wearing armor turned out to be... friendly, Bro assumed. He glanced down at Cal, before back up at 'Sir Percival' regardless of the fact that it was clearly female, and clearly not the actual Sir Percival Bro was familiar with from old stories. He found it best not to question these things. He'd just fought Yu-Gi-Oh monsters. Never really watched the show or played the games himself, but that guy with the cards had that some look to him. Not to mention Dave had watched the show on occasion, but luckily not extensively to the point where he'd ask Bro for Yu-Gi-Oh cards for his birthday or Christmas or something.
But the man had no problem with Lady Sonic Character escorting them to the throne room. At this point, he doubted there'd be a King Arthur. Probably some other Sonic character...
Probably just Sonic himself wearing robes or something. Eh, whatever. Better than that guy with wings and a sword in his chest.
Frisk, Alphys
Alphys' Lab (New Timeline)
Frisk couldn't find an answer for Blaze, so she didn't provide one, and instead, waited for Alphys to open the door as Silver made his comment about the lab. But a few more moments, the door to the lab hissed open, and there stood a short, slightly pudgy yellow dinosaur wearing a white lab coat and a pair of thick glasses on her face, resting on her snout. "O-oh, hey Frisk, I was j-just..." Alphys' voice trailed off as she looked past Frisk to see her company of three. She immediately recognized Blaze and Silver, but rather than fan-girling, her face went grim. "Come on i-inside." She said, turning around and walking back into the lab.
Frisk had not been expecting this behavior. She'd assumed that she'd have to do a lot of explaining, but it was clear that Alphys somehow knew something about the situation that she had yet to reveal. Even after all these timelines, the girl was still learning more about her friends.
Rick Grimes
Fenrir Far East Branch
Compatible. So he was somehow able to now, what, merge with an Aragami or something? The thought was entirely appealing, but it was the only good way he could think of contributing. He could always try and find some leadership role here, as he was just naturally a good leader, but it was never really his style. He never wanted to lead, he just wanted to keep people safe and making the right choices, and sometimes that meant becoming a leader.
"Alright, doc." Rick nodded, rubbing his arm where the pad had touched him self-consciously. "What happens next?"
Spider-Gwen
Goldenwalk
"Handle?" Gwen asked, raising a brow, but not turning to look back at Nathan as she kept her eyes on the 'Silver Scythe'. "Uh... yeah, sure, why not? I mean, this is exactly what I'm great at dealing with. Tall intimidating women with weapons to render my webbing useless and cut me to ribbons. Of course I have this handled. It's not like I'm a terrible free-style fighter or anything like that." She told Nathan sarcastically, holding her position, awaiting the Scythe to make her move first. "I'm totally gonna die. And before the release of Dad Cop 3. Oh my Dad is gonna double kill me..." She muttered.
Master Chief, Doomslayer
Specter's Fortress
John had little time to react as the elevator beneath him was suddenly blown out, and began to fall. Quickly magnetizing the rifle to his back, Chief took off at a sprint as he fell, and leaped as high as he could attempting to make it to the edge of the floor and get a grasp to pull himself up. The edge neared, his hand extended to grasp it...
But he was too late. His fingers brushed the edge of the floor, before his body slammed into the side of the wall, metal scraping metal, leaving John to slightly bounce off the wall, and find himself descending back down the elevator shaft. With nobody to notice him, Chief was on his own for the moment. He would survive the fall, that much was certain. But finding another way back up? He'd need to contact Kale.
After he landed, of course. Messing with his communication device at a time like this was never really one of John's strong suits.
Negan
Camelot Clearing
The kid just kept getting weirder and weirder, and Negan liked that. Anything against the norm was cool, which was probably why the Savior was having such a good time despite losing Lucille. Of course, this was temporary. It was only a matter of time before he'd begin to pine for that bat again, but he was pulled from his thoughts again by a loud, deep 'YES!'. Frowning slightly, Negan turned his head yet again. At this rate, he was gonna get a crick in it, but whatever.
The new arrival was, again, different. Tall and hella buff with palish green skin and red markings covering his shirtless form. He was grinning widely, but that was fading as he stared at the group in confusion.
Understandable, considering Negan had probably the same face when he'd first arrived on the airship. However, before the Savior could address this new face, it was Azula who did. Hell, at this rate, she could be in charge of any 'foreign affairs' for Negan. She was definitely a talker, but he still wanted to figure her out more about her. Not to mention she continued to strike some kind of familiarity with him. Kinda like when you see a celebrity on the streets, but the only movie they did was some lesser known show, where they voice acted and you just happen to recognize them.
Instead of waltzing over to Drax and Azula, as Negan had done with the other new arrivals, he instead paid attention at a distance, staring calmly at Drax, sizing him up. Dude was beefy, that was for sure. And if he took pleasure in falling out of the sky, then clearly he was some sort of masochist, to a degree.
Funny Sans Rat
Previously The Bog Hog
Susie & Lancer
"Come at me you dumbass!" Susie yelled as she dashed towards her axe, tearing it out of the rock. Meanwhile, Lancer jabbed Star-Lord's ankles with spears, trying to get him to crash into the ground.
Eldiocorc
"Well, if you say so. Please, come with me." He lead them through the portal, walking through mossy stone corridors, to a large door. He opened the door, in the room, were multiple super-powered humans, as well as others, including a sentient golden flower, Flowey The Flower. "Take a look, if you find somebody you would like to work with, tell me, and we can get started."
Angel Dust, The Weeb I'm calling Jamie, and the Ghost, who is now called Goofball
One of the remaining mechas dashed at Jamie, hitting him (Her? her for now I guess) and kicked her, she flew through the air, dashing right past Rex's face, mere inches from hitting him. They slid across the ground. They slowly got up, noticing they seemed to be fighting somebody, "You need uh... any help or something? I can shape shift, so, there's that, you like dragons? any fantasy creatures? Look, I know what you're doing is important, but I'm just asking if I can help you." As she was talking, Goofball entered Rex's head (like, his mind) "Hey, I'm aware you've got a crush on that 'Erza' girl, dang, that's a shit name, isn't it? Anyway, you know the person talking to you, they're a girl, why have one 'wife' when you could have two, keep one in the bed and one in the kitchen, aye? Heh, just kidding, unless you'd be interested in that, but, you should try flirting, could work out well, she could become whatever you want, you were tired of a cat-girl or a normal girl, she could become some dinosaur human fusion, since you like dinosaurs, and if you wanna know how I know that? I'm in your head, I can read your thoughts."
Goblin Slayer
"It's easier to cover yourself in blood than it is to find another solution, goblins are able to smell scents much stronger than we can, now, just do it, just rub it on your clothes." He was once again, back to his calm and expressionless self.
Ruby Squad
As much as they twisted and squirmed, they couldn't get free. They suddenly had an idea, they tried to summon their second gem weapon of a knife, they succeeded, as they moved their head to wards their hand, they then stabbed it into the mecha's wrist, attempting to slice it off, it may not have worked, but they managed to get their arm loose, and proceeded to grab the cannon, bending the shaft (Get your head out of the gutters, i don't even know if that's the right word but whatever) towards the closest building, yet, they were unable to bend it far enough, and the blast fired off into a different building, yet, as it collapsed, it knocked down a few more, dust and debris flew towards them.
Undyne
"I honestly have no idea where to go, so, we can just walk around a bit, I guess..." She was honestly lost, so just decided to stick with Papyrus, "So, how have things been going recently?"
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Darkness grew, like vines down a wall. An orange light flickered in the dark, before the walls of the room were covered in flames. a dark figure stood at the edge of the shadows, their shape could not be made out though "Hello, I've been expecting you, now, what would you like to know?"
"Come at me you dumbass!" Susie yelled as she dashed towards her axe, tearing it out of the rock. Meanwhile, Lancer jabbed Star-Lord's ankles with spears, trying to get him to crash into the ground.
Eldiocorc
"Well, if you say so. Please, come with me." He lead them through the portal, walking through mossy stone corridors, to a large door. He opened the door, in the room, were multiple super-powered humans, as well as others, including a sentient golden flower, Flowey The Flower. "Take a look, if you find somebody you would like to work with, tell me, and we can get started."
Angel Dust, The Weeb I'm calling Jamie, and the Ghost, who is now called Goofball
One of the remaining mechas dashed at Jamie, hitting him (Her? her for now I guess) and kicked her, she flew through the air, dashing right past Rex's face, mere inches from hitting him. They slid across the ground. They slowly got up, noticing they seemed to be fighting somebody, "You need uh... any help or something? I can shape shift, so, there's that, you like dragons? any fantasy creatures? Look, I know what you're doing is important, but I'm just asking if I can help you." As she was talking, Goofball entered Rex's head (like, his mind) "Hey, I'm aware you've got a crush on that 'Erza' girl, dang, that's a shit name, isn't it? Anyway, you know the person talking to you, they're a girl, why have one 'wife' when you could have two, keep one in the bed and one in the kitchen, aye? Heh, just kidding, unless you'd be interested in that, but, you should try flirting, could work out well, she could become whatever you want, you were tired of a cat-girl or a normal girl, she could become some dinosaur human fusion, since you like dinosaurs, and if you wanna know how I know that? I'm in your head, I can read your thoughts."
Goblin Slayer
"It's easier to cover yourself in blood than it is to find another solution, goblins are able to smell scents much stronger than we can, now, just do it, just rub it on your clothes." He was once again, back to his calm and expressionless self.
Ruby Squad
As much as they twisted and squirmed, they couldn't get free. They suddenly had an idea, they tried to summon their second gem weapon of a knife, they succeeded, as they moved their head to wards their hand, they then stabbed it into the mecha's wrist, attempting to slice it off, it may not have worked, but they managed to get their arm loose, and proceeded to grab the cannon, bending the shaft (Get your head out of the gutters, i don't even know if that's the right word but whatever) towards the closest building, yet, they were unable to bend it far enough, and the blast fired off into a different building, yet, as it collapsed, it knocked down a few more, dust and debris flew towards them.
Undyne
"I honestly have no idea where to go, so, we can just walk around a bit, I guess..." She was honestly lost, so just decided to stick with Papyrus, "So, how have things been going recently?"
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Darkness grew, like vines down a wall. An orange light flickered in the dark, before the walls of the room were covered in flames. a dark figure stood at the edge of the shadows, their shape could not be made out though "Hello, I've been expecting you, now, what would you like to know?"
The new arrival's interactions with Rex disturbed Variant Fox greatly. Achilles stuck out his tongue. Alicia flew over the battlefield. She was soon joined by Jay Mexicano. Alicia covered Jay while the Miraculous heroine unleashed solar energy blasts on the enemy.
Pro Hero Dekiru
Previously Battle Legend G.K.
Goku
Camelot Throne Room
Goku rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, I just needed a minute to process that. Yeah, my buddy Vegeta fought Cabba in that Tournament, and even showed him a new technique. I got here through some kind of crystal; and to be honest, I don't know where we are... we might not be in the 6th or 7th Universe anymore."
Jet
Underground
When Jet realized Frisk wasn't saying that of her own consent, he froze. He recalled the events of the game....
"scattered across time and space..."
That line of dialogue meant more to him now. He paused as the group kept walking. Trailing behind them, he looked back. The area felt more ominous than it normally did. It was his imagination, but it was like he was seeing the world in a new state of mind.
Gaster was watching them.
Jet swallowed his fear for a moment. Continuing to walk behind the group, he knit his eyebrows and held up his bird finger to the empty space behind him, giving that crazy old skeleton a message.
Jet sighed and put his hand down, continuing to walk with their group of four.
He hoped he wouldn't regret that decision later.
...
When reaching the Lab, Jet heard Silver's remark. He recognized that name.
"Schlemmer... green guy? Orange hair? Accent?"
He found a bad time to reply, as Alphys finally opened the door.
"Holy crap," he thought. "This is actually Undertale."
Finding the strength to say, or at least think the name was something to grin about, but considering the situation, he kept it bottled up. Maybe he could get them to sign his Switch... it was in his backpack. Huh, there was something to do if things got dull.
He seriously doubted that, though.
Normally on patrol of Ninjago City, he'd slack off a little. Manifest a chair, pull out a soda from his backpack (those things were probably shaken by now; usually were), and take his pick from his little black box of cartridges. Sonic Forces? Nah, too weird considering... they were here. Undertale? Same answer. Might as well stick to the games of fictional characters he wasn't associated with, like One's Justice and Pokken. Besides, what were the chances of him running into Izuku Midoriya or Ash Ketchum, right?
...
...Right?
Izuku Midoriya and Ash Ketchum (and others)
Warzone
Pushing further down the lines and separated from their students and allies, Dex and Deku had decided to stick with each other. What the latter had found odd was that they couldn't seem to find Kacchan, either. Then again, they weren't really looking. Fighting back to back, Dex had started bantering with Midoriya.
"This is easier than I initially thought," he remarked, cutting though a gun and sending a soldier flying back with his sword.
Midoriya took the bait. "Yeah, now that you mention it. It's probably our Quirks giving us an advantage."
Backing up his statement, he jumped up.
"SAINT LOUIS SMASH!!!" he yelled, bringing an axe kick down on a soldier. "But I'm worried about our friends." His mind started drifting.
"You're thinking about Uraraka, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Like I said, I'm a little worried."
"You would be. After all, everyone knows you have a thing for her."
"W-WHAT?! No--we're just friends! I mean, not that she would like me bac--"
Dex fired a blast at a soldier about to get the jump on Midoriya. "Feel free to defend yourself verbally, just defend yourself physically while you're at it. And besides, she likes you back."
Deku looked at him. "You can't be serious...!"
"Think about it! She--" He jabbed a soldier in the gut. "--she tenses up whenever you two get too close. Her face gets all red and she tries to hide it. Hell, once, while you guys were coming up with ultimate moves, she opened up a little so a small group, and somebody suggested it was love. She activated her Quirk and started floating on the spot."
"HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT THAT?! YOU WEREN'T EVEN IN CLASS 1A THEN!!!"
He grabbed Midoriya, slashing at a group behind him.
"ASHIDO! Now GET DOWN!" he answered.
A massive blast fired over them.
Another tank aimed at their heads.
"I hope you can stop thinking about your mutual crush long enough to help me take this thing down."
Pinker than the student just mentioned, Deku nodded and concentrated.
"One For All... Full Cowling... SHOOT STYLE!"
The two boys ran circles around the tank getting ready to come in for the kill.
Camelot Throne Room
Goku rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, I just needed a minute to process that. Yeah, my buddy Vegeta fought Cabba in that Tournament, and even showed him a new technique. I got here through some kind of crystal; and to be honest, I don't know where we are... we might not be in the 6th or 7th Universe anymore."
Jet
Underground
When Jet realized Frisk wasn't saying that of her own consent, he froze. He recalled the events of the game....
"scattered across time and space..."
That line of dialogue meant more to him now. He paused as the group kept walking. Trailing behind them, he looked back. The area felt more ominous than it normally did. It was his imagination, but it was like he was seeing the world in a new state of mind.
Gaster was watching them.
Jet swallowed his fear for a moment. Continuing to walk behind the group, he knit his eyebrows and held up his bird finger to the empty space behind him, giving that crazy old skeleton a message.
Jet sighed and put his hand down, continuing to walk with their group of four.
He hoped he wouldn't regret that decision later.
...
When reaching the Lab, Jet heard Silver's remark. He recognized that name.
"Schlemmer... green guy? Orange hair? Accent?"
He found a bad time to reply, as Alphys finally opened the door.
"Holy crap," he thought. "This is actually Undertale."
Finding the strength to say, or at least think the name was something to grin about, but considering the situation, he kept it bottled up. Maybe he could get them to sign his Switch... it was in his backpack. Huh, there was something to do if things got dull.
He seriously doubted that, though.
Normally on patrol of Ninjago City, he'd slack off a little. Manifest a chair, pull out a soda from his backpack (those things were probably shaken by now; usually were), and take his pick from his little black box of cartridges. Sonic Forces? Nah, too weird considering... they were here. Undertale? Same answer. Might as well stick to the games of fictional characters he wasn't associated with, like One's Justice and Pokken. Besides, what were the chances of him running into Izuku Midoriya or Ash Ketchum, right?
...
...Right?
Izuku Midoriya and Ash Ketchum (and others)
Warzone
Pushing further down the lines and separated from their students and allies, Dex and Deku had decided to stick with each other. What the latter had found odd was that they couldn't seem to find Kacchan, either. Then again, they weren't really looking. Fighting back to back, Dex had started bantering with Midoriya.
"This is easier than I initially thought," he remarked, cutting though a gun and sending a soldier flying back with his sword.
Midoriya took the bait. "Yeah, now that you mention it. It's probably our Quirks giving us an advantage."
Backing up his statement, he jumped up.
"SAINT LOUIS SMASH!!!" he yelled, bringing an axe kick down on a soldier. "But I'm worried about our friends." His mind started drifting.
"You're thinking about Uraraka, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Like I said, I'm a little worried."
"You would be. After all, everyone knows you have a thing for her."
"W-WHAT?! No--we're just friends! I mean, not that she would like me bac--"
Dex fired a blast at a soldier about to get the jump on Midoriya. "Feel free to defend yourself verbally, just defend yourself physically while you're at it. And besides, she likes you back."
Deku looked at him. "You can't be serious...!"
"Think about it! She--" He jabbed a soldier in the gut. "--she tenses up whenever you two get too close. Her face gets all red and she tries to hide it. Hell, once, while you guys were coming up with ultimate moves, she opened up a little so a small group, and somebody suggested it was love. She activated her Quirk and started floating on the spot."
"HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT THAT?! YOU WEREN'T EVEN IN CLASS 1A THEN!!!"
He grabbed Midoriya, slashing at a group behind him.
"ASHIDO! Now GET DOWN!" he answered.
A massive blast fired over them.
Another tank aimed at their heads.
"I hope you can stop thinking about your mutual crush long enough to help me take this thing down."
Pinker than the student just mentioned, Deku nodded and concentrated.
"One For All... Full Cowling... SHOOT STYLE!"
The two boys ran circles around the tank getting ready to come in for the kill.
Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Rex Raptor
Location: Warzone
Rex held onto his beanie as a figure had quickly approached the scene. A woman...a girl dressed in black. Somehow resembling a comic book character...or a character from an innapropriate magazine. Rex blinked, not quite register just what he was seeing...that is until a voice spoke to him.
“Hey, I'm aware you've got a crush on that 'Erza' girl, dang, that's a shit name, isn't it?”
“Eh? Huh?” Rex blinked, shocked there was a voice coming from his head...a rather loud and snarky one for his liking. “Hey, that girl just happens to have a great name!”
“Anyway, you know the person talking to you, they're a girl, why have one 'wife' when you could have two, keep one in the bed and one in the kitchen, aye?”
Rex paused for a second, putting a finger on his chin, letting his imagination think of the possibilities. Alas his mind drifted to a floating castle in the sky, where Erza used her magic to keep it flying above the clouds. Cat girl played the harp while Rex mates down on a large thrown like couch, red and royal. Erza later beside him with a golden dish filled with grapes, feeding them one at a time into the open mouth of Rex.
As the imaginary world faded, Rex gave a stupid, hungry grin with just a dab of drool coming from his mouth. Oh yeah. It was all coming together.
“Heh, just kidding, unless you'd be interested in that, but, you should try flirting.”
“Eh? Who do you think I am? A loser, OF COURSE I know how to do that.”
“It could work out well, she could become whatever you want, you were tired of a cat-girl or a normal girl, she could become some dinosaur human fusion, since you like dinosaurs, and if you wanna know how I know that? I'm in your head, I can read your thoughts."
Dinosaurs? Girls? He never heard those two in the same sentence before, but he liked where this was headed. He put his hands together with a blush on his face.
“Hey, not a bad idea! Hey voice in my head, keep the good ideas comin’!”
He cleared his throat, looking over to catgirl with a suave look on his face. “You don’t need to transform, this form is just as perfect as it is~”
Location: Warzone
Rex held onto his beanie as a figure had quickly approached the scene. A woman...a girl dressed in black. Somehow resembling a comic book character...or a character from an innapropriate magazine. Rex blinked, not quite register just what he was seeing...that is until a voice spoke to him.
“Hey, I'm aware you've got a crush on that 'Erza' girl, dang, that's a shit name, isn't it?”
“Eh? Huh?” Rex blinked, shocked there was a voice coming from his head...a rather loud and snarky one for his liking. “Hey, that girl just happens to have a great name!”
“Anyway, you know the person talking to you, they're a girl, why have one 'wife' when you could have two, keep one in the bed and one in the kitchen, aye?”
Rex paused for a second, putting a finger on his chin, letting his imagination think of the possibilities. Alas his mind drifted to a floating castle in the sky, where Erza used her magic to keep it flying above the clouds. Cat girl played the harp while Rex mates down on a large thrown like couch, red and royal. Erza later beside him with a golden dish filled with grapes, feeding them one at a time into the open mouth of Rex.
As the imaginary world faded, Rex gave a stupid, hungry grin with just a dab of drool coming from his mouth. Oh yeah. It was all coming together.
“Heh, just kidding, unless you'd be interested in that, but, you should try flirting.”
“Eh? Who do you think I am? A loser, OF COURSE I know how to do that.”
“It could work out well, she could become whatever you want, you were tired of a cat-girl or a normal girl, she could become some dinosaur human fusion, since you like dinosaurs, and if you wanna know how I know that? I'm in your head, I can read your thoughts."
Dinosaurs? Girls? He never heard those two in the same sentence before, but he liked where this was headed. He put his hands together with a blush on his face.
“Hey, not a bad idea! Hey voice in my head, keep the good ideas comin’!”
He cleared his throat, looking over to catgirl with a suave look on his face. “You don’t need to transform, this form is just as perfect as it is~”
The Hunter
Specter Fortress Rooftop
The machine was crippled- a whole segment being cut off thanks to their efforts. It was quite clear this machine wasn't truly as strong as the clock touted it as. Or perhaps they were far more stronger than the clock anticipated? Either way this machine wasn't going to last much longer. Not if the Hunter had anything to say about it. Reaching into his coat once again, he pulled out one of his remaining canisters of plasma, and planted it in the exposed corridor. There was a sound from above that distracted the Hunter though- An appendage was aiming at him, flashing blue.
And it fired at him.
"Whoa!" The Hunter nearly was hit by it, just nearly rolling away from the powerful beam, and consequently the warship. The laser scorched through the roof, and thankfully not him. "Heh. Nice shot-"
The warship whirred back to life, spewing out some metal bits, and cutting off the Hunter's insult. One such metal bit clicked on to the elevator the Chief was on, and exploded. Ah, so that's what they were. As they scattered on the roof, and the machine clearly having eyes on him, he'd have to get a little creative as to set off that plasma burst. He was too far for an easy shot. The explosives...maybe they could be useful.
Grasping the blade's handle yet again, he used it once again as leverage- or, truth be told, a club- to knock away the explosive devices. Right towards the clock's warship.
"Thanks friend, but I think you'll appreciate these than I ever will!"
-----
Raiden
The Way to Camelot's Castle
The girl transformed from a bird back into...well, a girl. Claimed to be half-genie. He wasn't aware genies could even breed but...well, he supposed they had to come from somewhere. She certainly looked the part of a genie. Exotic colored hair, clothes...And it sort of explained the shape shifting thing. That was a thing genies did...at least in the movies he and Rose had watched.
Snake brought up something interesting. Shantae could grant wishes, though this drained her magic according to her. But shifting from Half-Genie to bird creatures apparently took no magic. Which lead to the question: how she could shift forms without using magic, but granting wishes took magic?
If Raiden had to hazard a guess, granting a wish likely generated actual matter or knowledge, thus requiring magic. However, since transformation is simply changing molecules and body structure. Or maybe that was something science couldn't really answer. Raiden doubted magic could make something like him, nor could science make something like Shantae's transforming abilities.
Shantae probably had a better answer than Raiden did. It was pointless for him to answer it.
"A living skeleton, and now a half-genie...This has certain been a weird day." And that was saying something. All he needed now were talking animals, and then this could very well be a 90s cartoon.
Well, a 90s cartoon plus a robotic ninja, super soldier, and some billionaire entrepreneur. Which made for one strange cartoon.
-----
Jetstream Sam
Forest
And even before his question could be answered, more showed up. Some bald, shirtless man. Covered in markings, pale skinned. Bold approach, but probably wasn't very practical. A quick hit in the gut could easily take him down. The brave weren't always rewarded, after all.
"More people...Looks like our little gang isn't so little anymore." Samuel said, clearly a little confused as to how the little group had grown from three to double that. And not in a substantial amount of time, like, six minutes! Not to mention Nanashi's demons. Clearly they could handle anything the forest had to offer. Unless Nanashi's demons weren't willing to work alongside them.
"New additions aside- these demons. They're your 'friends', or at least 'allies' yes?" Sam was still a little iffy on the concept of demons, mostly because he hadn't actually let Nanashi explain them. "Because we could always use more of them."
-----
Sarah
Forest w/ Team Lora
Sarah got a few things out of the conversation- Mr. Not-a-Wizard was the "Grandmaster" Robin, while the blue-haired girl was princess Lucina. Well, royalty was not something Sarah was expecting- mercenary seemed more like it -but she did sort of look regal. And Robin certainly looked like what Sarah assumed a royal mage would dress as. And also they were husband and wife. Which, uh, she guess made sense.
Jin and Lora took this discussion about titles to bring up their knightship. Of this place called Torna. Not a place Sarah had heard of, but neither was Ylisse, and they had all pretty much established they were all from three separate worlds. Jin pointed out that titles don't really matter. "Yeah, you have a fair point there, titles mean nothing if you don't have anything to back them up." She would've gone more into the discussion if someone hadn't interrupted them.
This guy was probably as bizarre looking as Sarah. Maybe more so. He wore a helmet with thick lenses glasses or goggles, a scarf, and was pretty darn buff. Looked like a pilot a bit. He wished to know where he was.
"Well buddy, uh...you came to the wrong place. We're lost too. But, we are trying to find our way! Figure out where we are. So, feel free to come with us- or, well, if these guys say it is okay. I mean, it is okay if this guy follows us, right? Unless your just here to beat us up, in which case we can do that too."
-----
Kiran
Camelot Castle Gate
King? They were to get audience with the king? He wasn't aware of kings or any sort of monarchy still left in the world, aside from the pointless one in Britain. He just wanted his blade back...
But wait, was this...The way this person spoke implicated they weren't the first "displaced." And the name of the castle- Camelot. He'd heard that before, undoubtedly. Ah, yes, he remembered now- in a story. The story of King Arthur. So...this was some sort theme park? Explained the suits. And the kid. Probably had too much sugar, getting "arrested", and the "Sir Percival" was just a security guard detaining him until his parents showed up. And the king? Well, obviously the park manager.
Didn't explain the displacement business though. Err...freak experimental teleporter accident? No, no...His new explanation had too many holes in it! Maybe- Just maybe- He could stop trying to logistically explain it. Just wait until he was talking to the king. This king hopefully would give him answers. And let him up on the ramparts.
"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting an audience with the king. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything- What I'm trying to say is we will gladly take you up on the offer."
So, how to approach this king- well, from the way this Sir...Lady...Titled person, Percival, spoke, he and Bro weren't the only "displaced". So he was probably anticipating strange faces more than Kiran or Bro had. Not to mention the kid...maybe he was displaced as well? Whatever displaced meant. In any case this meeting was approaching fast. He'd just have to wing it.
As well as he could, at the least...
-----
Priscilla, Jackson, Quint
"Base", Goldenwalk City
Jackson had pumped the entire clip of the pistol into the monster, but it hardly even flinched. In fact, it hadn't even moved from it's position at all until the man with axe toppled him off the van entirely. Thor, was it? It seemed familiar, but now was not the time to recall where a name came from. Pistol was useless, at least as a firing tool...
Well, here came Jackson's favorite and most hated part of the job. Just trying what came to the top of his head and doing it. Couldn't hurt to try. Well...it would hurt. He'd just have to deal with it.
He grabbed the pistol by the gun barrel. If he couldn't use it to shoot, he'd just have to get creative with it. He ran at the creature, and pistol whipped it in the head.
"Oh god, Jackson." Priscilla said, observing his stupid move. Well, he was about to get messed up...Too bad for him, he'd bounce back. Of course, they wanted this thing gone. Hopefully? Someone could launch it into tomorrow- or he'd get sucked up by a vortex. At worst? They'd kill it. Hard.
"Well...he is certainly...bold..." Quint sheepishly said. "He can take it. Probably."
Priscilla looked towards the door. She didn't have anything to defend herself out here, but..."Quint, hold down the fort. I'll be right back. I need to get something."
"Right, make sure Jackson isn't eaten, got it."
Priscilla made a mad dash for the door, nearly smashing it open as she made her way inside. The "lobby" of sorts. A young man, topped with red hair, typed at a computer, though he looked up once Priscilla came in. "Oh hey, I was wondering where you guys were! It was getting late, so I-"
"Gun locker keys. I need them."
"What do you mean, what's goin-"
"JUST GET THEM TO ME GERALD. GET ME THE KEYS."
"I taped them to the side of the locker! I figured that it would be-"
"Of course you would Jerry. Perfect mixture of ingenious and lazy." Priscilla silently thanked his probably dangerous move at the moment. It was very convenient. Tearing the keys off the side of the locker, she quickly got to unlocking it- and revealing a shotgun holstered in it. A partially filled box of shells. She grabbed the two things off the shelf, and quickly got to loading it.
"Oh boy..."
"I- I still don't understand what's happening Priscilla."
"No time to explain Jerry." Priscilla told the confused intern. "I need to go help."
---x---
Silver Scythe
Goldenwalk Streets
"C...corndogs?! THAT WAS YOU?" It had happened not long ago, not even a week. A target had been escaping on foot, after having their vehicle ruined by her work. They had run through a small fair-esque event...The corndog was simply a mistake, an issue she hadn't meant to cause. Yet something irked her. Something deeply. That women who held the corndog...she demanded her two dollars. That wasn't a massive amount. She still had half of her corndog remaining. She could scrounge up two dollars on the ground for gods sake! People dropped quarters all the time! But she had to demand her two dollars. And here she was. Demanding her two dollars yet again.
And that pissed off the Silver Scythe.
"It's two dollars! What is it- I mean- I have no time for your foolish two dollars." She briefly let her facade fall. No, she was a refined mercenary. Not some pathetic child arguing over corndogs and pocket change. "Come prove yourselves, vigilantes. I grow tired of this banter."
The Silver Scythe picked up her pace now. Charging and ready to swing her scythe at the Spider Woman.
---x---
Commander Cecil
Business District
A sect of the soldiers were distracted by some sort of android. The android suggested to put more iron in their diets.
"I do not understand," One soldier spoke. "Our rations have a sufficient amount of iron already."
"I do not believe that was a recommendation for our health." Another replied. "I believe it was a threat. And the army of Zeliyis does not take kindly to threats." The sect rose their weapons at Y. They hardly even waited for a response- opening fire on the female android without a second thought, blasting away. "Do not resist." Which was never going to happen. Because it never quite went that way.
Cecil's shot was interrupted by his cannon being twisted away, firing off into a building. It wasn't Toph's doing, but rather some web attached to some...red suited youth? Just another resistor who deserved to fall. Another arm burst from beneath Cecil's cloak- tipped with a clawed hand. Grasping the webbing attached to his cannon, it gave a righteous tug, trying to pull in Spiderman to an untimely doom upon his claws. "There is no use for bugs in the Zeliyis empire! Or children who do not know their place." Cecil's eyes glaring down Toph on that last sentence, lowering his guard on Spiderman. Clearly he wasn't as much as the threat as the girl who threatened to pull out his spine.
Meanwhile, the other soldier who had been who Toph disarmed was attempting to grab her. She didn't have a gun, no, but she had years of training and similar operations. Grapple and disarm. However, Toph would be a special case- ferrokinesis seemingly generated by herself. The soldier would disarm her by knocking her unconscious. If she continued to prove an issue, she'd simply have to kill her. Not a desirable or productive outcome, though a resolution none the less.
Specter Fortress Rooftop
The machine was crippled- a whole segment being cut off thanks to their efforts. It was quite clear this machine wasn't truly as strong as the clock touted it as. Or perhaps they were far more stronger than the clock anticipated? Either way this machine wasn't going to last much longer. Not if the Hunter had anything to say about it. Reaching into his coat once again, he pulled out one of his remaining canisters of plasma, and planted it in the exposed corridor. There was a sound from above that distracted the Hunter though- An appendage was aiming at him, flashing blue.
And it fired at him.
"Whoa!" The Hunter nearly was hit by it, just nearly rolling away from the powerful beam, and consequently the warship. The laser scorched through the roof, and thankfully not him. "Heh. Nice shot-"
The warship whirred back to life, spewing out some metal bits, and cutting off the Hunter's insult. One such metal bit clicked on to the elevator the Chief was on, and exploded. Ah, so that's what they were. As they scattered on the roof, and the machine clearly having eyes on him, he'd have to get a little creative as to set off that plasma burst. He was too far for an easy shot. The explosives...maybe they could be useful.
Grasping the blade's handle yet again, he used it once again as leverage- or, truth be told, a club- to knock away the explosive devices. Right towards the clock's warship.
"Thanks friend, but I think you'll appreciate these than I ever will!"
-----
Raiden
The Way to Camelot's Castle
The girl transformed from a bird back into...well, a girl. Claimed to be half-genie. He wasn't aware genies could even breed but...well, he supposed they had to come from somewhere. She certainly looked the part of a genie. Exotic colored hair, clothes...And it sort of explained the shape shifting thing. That was a thing genies did...at least in the movies he and Rose had watched.
Snake brought up something interesting. Shantae could grant wishes, though this drained her magic according to her. But shifting from Half-Genie to bird creatures apparently took no magic. Which lead to the question: how she could shift forms without using magic, but granting wishes took magic?
If Raiden had to hazard a guess, granting a wish likely generated actual matter or knowledge, thus requiring magic. However, since transformation is simply changing molecules and body structure. Or maybe that was something science couldn't really answer. Raiden doubted magic could make something like him, nor could science make something like Shantae's transforming abilities.
Shantae probably had a better answer than Raiden did. It was pointless for him to answer it.
"A living skeleton, and now a half-genie...This has certain been a weird day." And that was saying something. All he needed now were talking animals, and then this could very well be a 90s cartoon.
Well, a 90s cartoon plus a robotic ninja, super soldier, and some billionaire entrepreneur. Which made for one strange cartoon.
-----
Jetstream Sam
Forest
And even before his question could be answered, more showed up. Some bald, shirtless man. Covered in markings, pale skinned. Bold approach, but probably wasn't very practical. A quick hit in the gut could easily take him down. The brave weren't always rewarded, after all.
"More people...Looks like our little gang isn't so little anymore." Samuel said, clearly a little confused as to how the little group had grown from three to double that. And not in a substantial amount of time, like, six minutes! Not to mention Nanashi's demons. Clearly they could handle anything the forest had to offer. Unless Nanashi's demons weren't willing to work alongside them.
"New additions aside- these demons. They're your 'friends', or at least 'allies' yes?" Sam was still a little iffy on the concept of demons, mostly because he hadn't actually let Nanashi explain them. "Because we could always use more of them."
-----
Sarah
Forest w/ Team Lora
Sarah got a few things out of the conversation- Mr. Not-a-Wizard was the "Grandmaster" Robin, while the blue-haired girl was princess Lucina. Well, royalty was not something Sarah was expecting- mercenary seemed more like it -but she did sort of look regal. And Robin certainly looked like what Sarah assumed a royal mage would dress as. And also they were husband and wife. Which, uh, she guess made sense.
Jin and Lora took this discussion about titles to bring up their knightship. Of this place called Torna. Not a place Sarah had heard of, but neither was Ylisse, and they had all pretty much established they were all from three separate worlds. Jin pointed out that titles don't really matter. "Yeah, you have a fair point there, titles mean nothing if you don't have anything to back them up." She would've gone more into the discussion if someone hadn't interrupted them.
This guy was probably as bizarre looking as Sarah. Maybe more so. He wore a helmet with thick lenses glasses or goggles, a scarf, and was pretty darn buff. Looked like a pilot a bit. He wished to know where he was.
"Well buddy, uh...you came to the wrong place. We're lost too. But, we are trying to find our way! Figure out where we are. So, feel free to come with us- or, well, if these guys say it is okay. I mean, it is okay if this guy follows us, right? Unless your just here to beat us up, in which case we can do that too."
-----
Kiran
Camelot Castle Gate
King? They were to get audience with the king? He wasn't aware of kings or any sort of monarchy still left in the world, aside from the pointless one in Britain. He just wanted his blade back...
But wait, was this...The way this person spoke implicated they weren't the first "displaced." And the name of the castle- Camelot. He'd heard that before, undoubtedly. Ah, yes, he remembered now- in a story. The story of King Arthur. So...this was some sort theme park? Explained the suits. And the kid. Probably had too much sugar, getting "arrested", and the "Sir Percival" was just a security guard detaining him until his parents showed up. And the king? Well, obviously the park manager.
Didn't explain the displacement business though. Err...freak experimental teleporter accident? No, no...His new explanation had too many holes in it! Maybe- Just maybe- He could stop trying to logistically explain it. Just wait until he was talking to the king. This king hopefully would give him answers. And let him up on the ramparts.
"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting an audience with the king. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything- What I'm trying to say is we will gladly take you up on the offer."
So, how to approach this king- well, from the way this Sir...Lady...Titled person, Percival, spoke, he and Bro weren't the only "displaced". So he was probably anticipating strange faces more than Kiran or Bro had. Not to mention the kid...maybe he was displaced as well? Whatever displaced meant. In any case this meeting was approaching fast. He'd just have to wing it.
As well as he could, at the least...
-----
Priscilla, Jackson, Quint
"Base", Goldenwalk City
Jackson had pumped the entire clip of the pistol into the monster, but it hardly even flinched. In fact, it hadn't even moved from it's position at all until the man with axe toppled him off the van entirely. Thor, was it? It seemed familiar, but now was not the time to recall where a name came from. Pistol was useless, at least as a firing tool...
Well, here came Jackson's favorite and most hated part of the job. Just trying what came to the top of his head and doing it. Couldn't hurt to try. Well...it would hurt. He'd just have to deal with it.
He grabbed the pistol by the gun barrel. If he couldn't use it to shoot, he'd just have to get creative with it. He ran at the creature, and pistol whipped it in the head.
"Oh god, Jackson." Priscilla said, observing his stupid move. Well, he was about to get messed up...Too bad for him, he'd bounce back. Of course, they wanted this thing gone. Hopefully? Someone could launch it into tomorrow- or he'd get sucked up by a vortex. At worst? They'd kill it. Hard.
"Well...he is certainly...bold..." Quint sheepishly said. "He can take it. Probably."
Priscilla looked towards the door. She didn't have anything to defend herself out here, but..."Quint, hold down the fort. I'll be right back. I need to get something."
"Right, make sure Jackson isn't eaten, got it."
Priscilla made a mad dash for the door, nearly smashing it open as she made her way inside. The "lobby" of sorts. A young man, topped with red hair, typed at a computer, though he looked up once Priscilla came in. "Oh hey, I was wondering where you guys were! It was getting late, so I-"
"Gun locker keys. I need them."
"What do you mean, what's goin-"
"JUST GET THEM TO ME GERALD. GET ME THE KEYS."
"I taped them to the side of the locker! I figured that it would be-"
"Of course you would Jerry. Perfect mixture of ingenious and lazy." Priscilla silently thanked his probably dangerous move at the moment. It was very convenient. Tearing the keys off the side of the locker, she quickly got to unlocking it- and revealing a shotgun holstered in it. A partially filled box of shells. She grabbed the two things off the shelf, and quickly got to loading it.
"Oh boy..."
"I- I still don't understand what's happening Priscilla."
"No time to explain Jerry." Priscilla told the confused intern. "I need to go help."
---x---
Silver Scythe
Goldenwalk Streets
"C...corndogs?! THAT WAS YOU?" It had happened not long ago, not even a week. A target had been escaping on foot, after having their vehicle ruined by her work. They had run through a small fair-esque event...The corndog was simply a mistake, an issue she hadn't meant to cause. Yet something irked her. Something deeply. That women who held the corndog...she demanded her two dollars. That wasn't a massive amount. She still had half of her corndog remaining. She could scrounge up two dollars on the ground for gods sake! People dropped quarters all the time! But she had to demand her two dollars. And here she was. Demanding her two dollars yet again.
And that pissed off the Silver Scythe.
"It's two dollars! What is it- I mean- I have no time for your foolish two dollars." She briefly let her facade fall. No, she was a refined mercenary. Not some pathetic child arguing over corndogs and pocket change. "Come prove yourselves, vigilantes. I grow tired of this banter."
The Silver Scythe picked up her pace now. Charging and ready to swing her scythe at the Spider Woman.
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Commander Cecil
Business District
A sect of the soldiers were distracted by some sort of android. The android suggested to put more iron in their diets.
"I do not understand," One soldier spoke. "Our rations have a sufficient amount of iron already."
"I do not believe that was a recommendation for our health." Another replied. "I believe it was a threat. And the army of Zeliyis does not take kindly to threats." The sect rose their weapons at Y. They hardly even waited for a response- opening fire on the female android without a second thought, blasting away. "Do not resist." Which was never going to happen. Because it never quite went that way.
Cecil's shot was interrupted by his cannon being twisted away, firing off into a building. It wasn't Toph's doing, but rather some web attached to some...red suited youth? Just another resistor who deserved to fall. Another arm burst from beneath Cecil's cloak- tipped with a clawed hand. Grasping the webbing attached to his cannon, it gave a righteous tug, trying to pull in Spiderman to an untimely doom upon his claws. "There is no use for bugs in the Zeliyis empire! Or children who do not know their place." Cecil's eyes glaring down Toph on that last sentence, lowering his guard on Spiderman. Clearly he wasn't as much as the threat as the girl who threatened to pull out his spine.
Meanwhile, the other soldier who had been who Toph disarmed was attempting to grab her. She didn't have a gun, no, but she had years of training and similar operations. Grapple and disarm. However, Toph would be a special case- ferrokinesis seemingly generated by herself. The soldier would disarm her by knocking her unconscious. If she continued to prove an issue, she'd simply have to kill her. Not a desirable or productive outcome, though a resolution none the less.
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Warzone
Keda merely winced as Bershov spun his minigun towards the dinosaur, launching a massive, inescapable hail of bullets. At least a hundred bullets were launched in five seconds. "I like your gist, girl." Bershov said, his metal claw winding around to try and hit Erza from behind.
Meanwhile, Keda noticed the newcomer. "Hey, get down!" he hissed. "You don't want to get shot, right? Stay behind cover. I'm working on figuring out a strategy to beat this mechanical man-beast."
Specter's Fortress
Suddenly, slashing sounds could be heard behind Time Man. A large panel fell from the wall behind the command chair. Cut Man's eyes widened as he noticed Time Man. "...oh. Hey there." Cut Man quickly feinted back, launching three Rolling Cutters to cover him. The spinning blades tore through more machinery as they headed right towards Time Man. Though he would have no trouble dodging them, Cut Man could still help out the team more.
Route to Camelot Castle
"W-well, I mean..." Shantae chuckled. "I don't really know the specifics of how it works, but I transform by dancing and I grant wishes by using magical power? It's a genie thing, I guess..."
Camelot Forest
Lora turned towards the newcomer at the same time as Sarah did. "Weird outfit... Is he some kind of Blade?"
"I don't see a core crystal..." Jin pondered.
Lucina and Robin, however, had a MUCH different reaction. "FALCON!" The two dashed over to him.
"It's good to see a familiar face." Lucina said. "How have you been? What happened to send you here?"
"Heh, it's been a while since we last saw you. Next Smash tournament is soon, right?" Robin pondered.
Camelot Castle, Interior
Serena nodded. "Oh, okay! Thank you." Serena then looked around for an empty room. Finding one, she walked inside and put her bag on the floor. She released her Pokemon once more, allowing them to take in the room once more. As she sat down, Serena looked to her hands. "Ash... are you here? If you're not... where are you?"
Camelot Castle, Exterior
Sir Percival nodded. "The King has been speaking with each of the displaced. I advise you to be respectful, however. Caliburn has had enough over these past few days..." Her sword still at Noah's neck, she poked the duelist slightly. "Walk."
Camelot Castle, Throne Room
Sonic chuckled. "Yeah, this is very far away from your 'Universes 6 and 7'. Welcome to Camelot, apparently a point of multiversal convergence. Name's Sonic, I'm the king around this place."
"AND AS HE IS THE KING, YOU WILL BOW TO HIM!"
"Wh- Caliburn?!" Sonic was taken aback by Caliburn's outburst.
"My liege, you are FAR too casual with this! I tolerated it before, but this is where I draw the line! This newcomer warps into your throne room unannounced, and the other newcomer threatens us as the first thing she does! They must show respect, my liege!"
Underground (New Timeline)
Silver and Blaze merely glanced at each other for a moment before following Frisk inside. When Jet seemed to recognize Von Schlemmer's name, Silver turned to him. "Yes, exactly! Wait, how do you know him?"
Fenrir Far East Branch
"I... suppose we bond you to a God Arc." Sakaki said. "If you really want to go through this, I'll clear it with my superiors and get you ready to go. It will take a few hours, though."
Goldenwalk Streets
Nathan groaned. Of course she needed help. "Just great. The leader gets away, then." Nathan dashed to the side, firing pot shots with his plasma blaster towards Silver Scythe.
Goldenwalk Business District
Y sighed, merely standing there. The bullets glanced off her metal frame harmlessly. "Great. Not only do you use ordinary guns, but you can't take a joke either. I'll cut right to the chase, then." Y pounded her fist into the ground, causing a crack to split the main body of the soldiers in half. She blasted forwards, beginning to - non-lethally - gun them down with her plasma gatling handguns.
From the rooftops, a strange man watched the battle. "I hope you don't mind if I do some observation before interfering, Cecil." the man said over a comm via a channel exclusive to himself and Cecil. "I'd like to see how your soldiers do against three meta-humans."
Keda merely winced as Bershov spun his minigun towards the dinosaur, launching a massive, inescapable hail of bullets. At least a hundred bullets were launched in five seconds. "I like your gist, girl." Bershov said, his metal claw winding around to try and hit Erza from behind.
Meanwhile, Keda noticed the newcomer. "Hey, get down!" he hissed. "You don't want to get shot, right? Stay behind cover. I'm working on figuring out a strategy to beat this mechanical man-beast."
Specter's Fortress
Suddenly, slashing sounds could be heard behind Time Man. A large panel fell from the wall behind the command chair. Cut Man's eyes widened as he noticed Time Man. "...oh. Hey there." Cut Man quickly feinted back, launching three Rolling Cutters to cover him. The spinning blades tore through more machinery as they headed right towards Time Man. Though he would have no trouble dodging them, Cut Man could still help out the team more.
Route to Camelot Castle
"W-well, I mean..." Shantae chuckled. "I don't really know the specifics of how it works, but I transform by dancing and I grant wishes by using magical power? It's a genie thing, I guess..."
Camelot Forest
Lora turned towards the newcomer at the same time as Sarah did. "Weird outfit... Is he some kind of Blade?"
"I don't see a core crystal..." Jin pondered.
Lucina and Robin, however, had a MUCH different reaction. "FALCON!" The two dashed over to him.
"It's good to see a familiar face." Lucina said. "How have you been? What happened to send you here?"
"Heh, it's been a while since we last saw you. Next Smash tournament is soon, right?" Robin pondered.
Camelot Castle, Interior
Serena nodded. "Oh, okay! Thank you." Serena then looked around for an empty room. Finding one, she walked inside and put her bag on the floor. She released her Pokemon once more, allowing them to take in the room once more. As she sat down, Serena looked to her hands. "Ash... are you here? If you're not... where are you?"
Camelot Castle, Exterior
Sir Percival nodded. "The King has been speaking with each of the displaced. I advise you to be respectful, however. Caliburn has had enough over these past few days..." Her sword still at Noah's neck, she poked the duelist slightly. "Walk."
Camelot Castle, Throne Room
Sonic chuckled. "Yeah, this is very far away from your 'Universes 6 and 7'. Welcome to Camelot, apparently a point of multiversal convergence. Name's Sonic, I'm the king around this place."
"AND AS HE IS THE KING, YOU WILL BOW TO HIM!"
"Wh- Caliburn?!" Sonic was taken aback by Caliburn's outburst.
"My liege, you are FAR too casual with this! I tolerated it before, but this is where I draw the line! This newcomer warps into your throne room unannounced, and the other newcomer threatens us as the first thing she does! They must show respect, my liege!"
Underground (New Timeline)
Silver and Blaze merely glanced at each other for a moment before following Frisk inside. When Jet seemed to recognize Von Schlemmer's name, Silver turned to him. "Yes, exactly! Wait, how do you know him?"
Fenrir Far East Branch
"I... suppose we bond you to a God Arc." Sakaki said. "If you really want to go through this, I'll clear it with my superiors and get you ready to go. It will take a few hours, though."
Goldenwalk Streets
Nathan groaned. Of course she needed help. "Just great. The leader gets away, then." Nathan dashed to the side, firing pot shots with his plasma blaster towards Silver Scythe.
Goldenwalk Business District
Y sighed, merely standing there. The bullets glanced off her metal frame harmlessly. "Great. Not only do you use ordinary guns, but you can't take a joke either. I'll cut right to the chase, then." Y pounded her fist into the ground, causing a crack to split the main body of the soldiers in half. She blasted forwards, beginning to - non-lethally - gun them down with her plasma gatling handguns.
From the rooftops, a strange man watched the battle. "I hope you don't mind if I do some observation before interfering, Cecil." the man said over a comm via a channel exclusive to himself and Cecil. "I'd like to see how your soldiers do against three meta-humans."
Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Rex Raptor
Location: Warzone
In no time at all, the miniguns tore through the hide of the dinosaur. Trakadon roared in agony before shattering into thousands of fragments. But it did managed to delay until all the bullets heading toward Rex in particular were soaked up. Rex didn’t seem to notice there was a miniguns at all, too busy conversing with catgirl and the voice In his head. He was only snapped back to reality when’s a trakadon was destroyed. A single drop of sweat came down his temple.
“Heh...guess i’ll Have to punish you for insubordination...! If that’s how it’s going to be I’m calling in the Calvery! I special summon Gilasaurus!”
He played the card in in attack position, the figure of a small Raptor appearing in front of him. Smaller than Trakadon
Gilasaurus
1300 ATK / 400 DEF
“And I’m not done yet! That was just a special summon so I can still bring out another destructive Dino from my hand! And I choose my pal Two Headed King Rex!!”
He played the card, a large imposing figure appearing. It’s purple scales outlining it large form. It was larger than Trakadon and as it’s name suggested: it had two heads. It also seemed to have two wings that seemed as functional as a penguin’s. Both it’s heads roared out in might, the strongest monster Rex has summoned yet
Two Headed King Rex
1600 ATK / 1200 DEF
“Now two headed king Rex, show this defector who the true king is!”
Breathing in heavily, Two headed king Rex reared back it’s heads, smoke teeming from their nostrils. Then, the heads flung back down, pillars of flame erupting from him as he roared like the king of the dinosaurs. All the while, Gilasaurus darted at lightning speeds across the battlefield, flanking behind the Russian commander, raising it’s sharp talons before lunging for the small of the target’s back.
Name: Timeman, Elecman
Location: Specter’s Fortress Rooftop
Timeman put one hand behind his back, his free hand striking to the right of him, generating a temporal arrow...well...more similar to a temporal spear. The spear crackled as he approached Cutman.
“Your very appearance is an affront to time. Can’t you see? Your outdated. Obsolete. Allow me to display the power divide between the two of us.”
Timeman broke through the Rolling cutter projectiles heading toward him, one at a time and one after another. Swatting them with long stares with the temporal spear, all the while keeping one hand behind his back. Timeman gave a satisfied nod when they were dealt with.
“Now, let’s not Dottle, I have a deadline to meet. Time Slow!”
As time was greatly slowed, Cutman took the temporal spear, igniting it with bright purple light before sending it toward’s its target. It shot like a bullet, even in slowed time. A bullet would be hard enough to dodge, now added it being in time slow with Timeman’s predictive functions. Odds didn’t look good for Cutman.
As hunter swatted the mine, the extremely heavy and large object didn’t go very far, going a mere six feet in the air before exploding. Given it was better than detonating right on Hunter, but not helpful. The other mines detonated all around them, entire chunks of the Rooftop exploding, removing precious footholds. Elecman cringed, being next to hunter so he didn’t worry about mines falling on him.
“He’s boxing us in. No good, he will ensnare us and kill us like a snake. We need to break this cycle. Hunter, would you mind propelling me with the same force you imparted on that mine??”
That’s when the energy beam generated from Doomslayer’s prison erupted in energy again, the cutting beam zapping down toward Hunter yet again, prioritizing him since Hiro and Chief were all but taken out and Cutman was on the upper deck.
......
Name: Belowski
Location: Warzone
While Negan was distracted, belowski clombed up him. Now the boy dangled upside down from his shoulder, his legs the only part of his body holding him from falling. His coat dropped low due to gravity and his arms went over his head, but he still kept the same carefree expression.
“Like, you guys need to chill out. Maybe we should lay down and look at the clouds for a while. Really helps with the Zen.”
Location: Warzone
In no time at all, the miniguns tore through the hide of the dinosaur. Trakadon roared in agony before shattering into thousands of fragments. But it did managed to delay until all the bullets heading toward Rex in particular were soaked up. Rex didn’t seem to notice there was a miniguns at all, too busy conversing with catgirl and the voice In his head. He was only snapped back to reality when’s a trakadon was destroyed. A single drop of sweat came down his temple.
“Heh...guess i’ll Have to punish you for insubordination...! If that’s how it’s going to be I’m calling in the Calvery! I special summon Gilasaurus!”
He played the card in in attack position, the figure of a small Raptor appearing in front of him. Smaller than Trakadon
Gilasaurus
1300 ATK / 400 DEF
“And I’m not done yet! That was just a special summon so I can still bring out another destructive Dino from my hand! And I choose my pal Two Headed King Rex!!”
He played the card, a large imposing figure appearing. It’s purple scales outlining it large form. It was larger than Trakadon and as it’s name suggested: it had two heads. It also seemed to have two wings that seemed as functional as a penguin’s. Both it’s heads roared out in might, the strongest monster Rex has summoned yet
Two Headed King Rex
1600 ATK / 1200 DEF
“Now two headed king Rex, show this defector who the true king is!”
Breathing in heavily, Two headed king Rex reared back it’s heads, smoke teeming from their nostrils. Then, the heads flung back down, pillars of flame erupting from him as he roared like the king of the dinosaurs. All the while, Gilasaurus darted at lightning speeds across the battlefield, flanking behind the Russian commander, raising it’s sharp talons before lunging for the small of the target’s back.
Name: Timeman, Elecman
Location: Specter’s Fortress Rooftop
Timeman put one hand behind his back, his free hand striking to the right of him, generating a temporal arrow...well...more similar to a temporal spear. The spear crackled as he approached Cutman.
“Your very appearance is an affront to time. Can’t you see? Your outdated. Obsolete. Allow me to display the power divide between the two of us.”
Timeman broke through the Rolling cutter projectiles heading toward him, one at a time and one after another. Swatting them with long stares with the temporal spear, all the while keeping one hand behind his back. Timeman gave a satisfied nod when they were dealt with.
“Now, let’s not Dottle, I have a deadline to meet. Time Slow!”
As time was greatly slowed, Cutman took the temporal spear, igniting it with bright purple light before sending it toward’s its target. It shot like a bullet, even in slowed time. A bullet would be hard enough to dodge, now added it being in time slow with Timeman’s predictive functions. Odds didn’t look good for Cutman.
As hunter swatted the mine, the extremely heavy and large object didn’t go very far, going a mere six feet in the air before exploding. Given it was better than detonating right on Hunter, but not helpful. The other mines detonated all around them, entire chunks of the Rooftop exploding, removing precious footholds. Elecman cringed, being next to hunter so he didn’t worry about mines falling on him.
“He’s boxing us in. No good, he will ensnare us and kill us like a snake. We need to break this cycle. Hunter, would you mind propelling me with the same force you imparted on that mine??”
That’s when the energy beam generated from Doomslayer’s prison erupted in energy again, the cutting beam zapping down toward Hunter yet again, prioritizing him since Hiro and Chief were all but taken out and Cutman was on the upper deck.
......
Name: Belowski
Location: Warzone
While Negan was distracted, belowski clombed up him. Now the boy dangled upside down from his shoulder, his legs the only part of his body holding him from falling. His coat dropped low due to gravity and his arms went over his head, but he still kept the same carefree expression.
“Like, you guys need to chill out. Maybe we should lay down and look at the clouds for a while. Really helps with the Zen.”
Funny Sans Rat
Previously The Bog Hog
Jamie and Goofball
They blushed as Rex complimented them, Well, hopefully this ends before you guys decide to make me a guy again, just, let him have his fun. She noticed that the 'dinosaur' he summoned was gunned down seemed to be destroyed, yet it seemed to shatter into a million pieces, yet he summoned two more. "You're gonna get yourself killed, you're relying on who knows what type of... holograms?" They raised their fist into the air, "Let's show this dork what we're made of! I trust you guys on this!" Her body seemed to change, shifting into that of a wyvern, as well as growing in size, atleast five times taller than rex, yet, it seemed to be made of entirely flesh, as if was a layer above them, they also had no features. as they let out a loud roar, spines grew from the top of their head, leading to their tail. A club seemed to form at the end of their tail. Other features seemed to grow in as well. The flesh that seemed to cover them slowly sunk back, revealing scales. I swear to god, if you guys even think of giving me boobs, I will kill you all. They looked at their chest, and, there they were, dragon boobs. They became a busty dragon, somehow, even though that'd be almost impossible in the real world, but who cares.
They blushed as Rex complimented them, Well, hopefully this ends before you guys decide to make me a guy again, just, let him have his fun. She noticed that the 'dinosaur' he summoned was gunned down seemed to be destroyed, yet it seemed to shatter into a million pieces, yet he summoned two more. "You're gonna get yourself killed, you're relying on who knows what type of... holograms?" They raised their fist into the air, "Let's show this dork what we're made of! I trust you guys on this!" Her body seemed to change, shifting into that of a wyvern, as well as growing in size, atleast five times taller than rex, yet, it seemed to be made of entirely flesh, as if was a layer above them, they also had no features. as they let out a loud roar, spines grew from the top of their head, leading to their tail. A club seemed to form at the end of their tail. Other features seemed to grow in as well. The flesh that seemed to cover them slowly sunk back, revealing scales. I swear to god, if you guys even think of giving me boobs, I will kill you all. They looked at their chest, and, there they were, dragon boobs. They became a busty dragon, somehow, even though that'd be almost impossible in the real world, but who cares.
Marseille Warzone
Three portals opened in the sky. One appeared next to Bowser and Vader and began to suck them in. Seconds later, Bowser and Vader had disappeared into the portal.
Another portal opened near the tank. Kaleb came out of the portal on Charizard’s back. “And right back here again...” he muttered to himself. “Charizard, Fire Blast that tank!”
Charizard obeyed, sending the powerful attack towards the tank.
The third portal opened near Rex and Jamie. Meta Knight flew towards the ground, having come out of the portal.
A group of Soviets surrounded him from all sides.
“Put the sword down!” one shouted in Russian. Meta Knight looked at him, not understanding what he said.
They opened fire from all sides, but Meta Knight spun into a tornado, sending the bullets back at them and killing the soldiers.
He saw the giant holographic beast and attempted to attack its legs to no avail. He noticed that Rex was controlling it and swung his sword towards Rex.
Camelot Forest
Drax stood up. He listened to Azula. “Drax the Destroyer,” he said. “Member of the Guardians of the Galaxy. And who are the rest of you?”
Suddenly, a portal opened up behind them, spitting out Vader and Bowser. Bowser stood up and saw Negan.
Captain Falcon glanced up as two familiar faces greeted him. “Hello Lucina, Robin,” he greeted. “Some blue crystal object was in my racer. It created a portal and sucked me in. What happened to you?”
Goldenwalk Base
Riot felt the pistol hit the back of his head. “Pest!” he shouted, sending the scythe his way in an attempt to knock Jackson backwards. He fired a tendril at Thor, but it was sliced off by Stormbreaker.
Riot cried out in pain. Sawyer tried to regain control of his body despite Riot’s desperate attempts to fight Thor and the others.
“You’re gonna get us both killed if you keep trying to fight these guys!” Sawyer said to Riot. “I can talk it out with them. Just give me control of my own body again, please.”
Riot conceded and went back inside Sawyer. Sawyer appeared where Riot was standing.
“I don’t want a fight,” he said, putting his hands up. “I’m just trying to get home. I have no control over that... thing... you were just fighting. It appears when it wants to.”
Goldenwalk Battle
Peter was pulled towards Cecil, but he jumped over him and released the webbing. “Not gonna be that easy, buddy!” he shouted, firing a web at the clawed hand, trying to enclose the hand in webbing.
‘This guy should be easy to deal with,’ he thought to himself. ‘Since when have men with multiple robot arms ever been a threat to me?’
Three portals opened in the sky. One appeared next to Bowser and Vader and began to suck them in. Seconds later, Bowser and Vader had disappeared into the portal.
Another portal opened near the tank. Kaleb came out of the portal on Charizard’s back. “And right back here again...” he muttered to himself. “Charizard, Fire Blast that tank!”
Charizard obeyed, sending the powerful attack towards the tank.
The third portal opened near Rex and Jamie. Meta Knight flew towards the ground, having come out of the portal.
A group of Soviets surrounded him from all sides.
“Put the sword down!” one shouted in Russian. Meta Knight looked at him, not understanding what he said.
They opened fire from all sides, but Meta Knight spun into a tornado, sending the bullets back at them and killing the soldiers.
He saw the giant holographic beast and attempted to attack its legs to no avail. He noticed that Rex was controlling it and swung his sword towards Rex.
Camelot Forest
Drax stood up. He listened to Azula. “Drax the Destroyer,” he said. “Member of the Guardians of the Galaxy. And who are the rest of you?”
Suddenly, a portal opened up behind them, spitting out Vader and Bowser. Bowser stood up and saw Negan.
Captain Falcon glanced up as two familiar faces greeted him. “Hello Lucina, Robin,” he greeted. “Some blue crystal object was in my racer. It created a portal and sucked me in. What happened to you?”
Goldenwalk Base
Riot felt the pistol hit the back of his head. “Pest!” he shouted, sending the scythe his way in an attempt to knock Jackson backwards. He fired a tendril at Thor, but it was sliced off by Stormbreaker.
Riot cried out in pain. Sawyer tried to regain control of his body despite Riot’s desperate attempts to fight Thor and the others.
“You’re gonna get us both killed if you keep trying to fight these guys!” Sawyer said to Riot. “I can talk it out with them. Just give me control of my own body again, please.”
Riot conceded and went back inside Sawyer. Sawyer appeared where Riot was standing.
“I don’t want a fight,” he said, putting his hands up. “I’m just trying to get home. I have no control over that... thing... you were just fighting. It appears when it wants to.”
Goldenwalk Battle
Peter was pulled towards Cecil, but he jumped over him and released the webbing. “Not gonna be that easy, buddy!” he shouted, firing a web at the clawed hand, trying to enclose the hand in webbing.
‘This guy should be easy to deal with,’ he thought to himself. ‘Since when have men with multiple robot arms ever been a threat to me?’
comic
Previously turnt3chGodh34d
Artemis
Throne Room
The doors to the throne room were thrown open, finally, somebody entered the room without simply appearing within. Of course, it was Artemis, striding towards Sonic. Her gaze flitted over to the others in the room. Newcomers. The power radiating off of them was... interesting. Nothing like that other presence she could still detect. "King." She said loudly. "I have some words to share with you."
What words, exactly? Well, for one, the situation of 'too many newcomers'. If these convergences continued to happen, Camelot would be overpopulated, and if that happened, Serena might even be forced to leave her room. Or worse, share it with a male. The very thought made Artemis shudder. She herself didn't require a room. Gods didn't sleep. They didn't need to, though some had taken it up as some kind of hobby, namely Dionysus. Artemis was never too fond of him anyway.
Another issue she wished to discuss was Joestar. He was quickly becoming more of an annoyance, and if Sonic could keep him off her back for once, then she'd appreciate it. Not that Sonic was any better. Like Joseph, he was male. One of these newcomers was also male, and had an innocent, but oblivious feel about him. There was also the girl he was talking to. She was clearly more powerful than him, and could possibly be a valuable ally to Artemis. She'd consider it. She'd need to get to know her first, of course.
Bro
Camelot Castle
The dude wearing shades seemed to have nothing to say on the matter. He simply held his katana in one hand, and held Cal in the other. He felt relatively fine, but glancing down at his shirt, he found that he'd managed to rip his nice white shirt in the fight. That was just great. It was his church shirt! Well, not that he went to church or anything. It was just a nice shirt, now with a few rips in it, courtesy of those laughable characters he'd faced earlier. Yu-Guy-Whoa? No, Yu-Guy-Oh. Come on, he'd just thought of the name earlier. He knew he was close, at least. So... Yu-Gi-Ho and Sonic appeared to have managed to mesh into one universe. Not what Bro had expected today, but was he surprised? No. He was ironically not surprised. Did I mention Bro's ironic?
Though Bro didn't exactly like the way Lady Camelot Wannabe was treating the kid. It reminded Bro too much of... well, his time with Dave. Some of that, he admittedly regretted. He'd been too hard on his little bro.
"Ow. F*ck, Bro. Come on." Dave bit his lip as he took a step back, dropping his own katana and grasping his arm, where a deep cut was beginning to flow blood from it. Bro narrowed his eyes. "You won't learn if you don't. F*cking. Take it. C'mon. Grab your sword." He ordered, twirling his own katana about as he turned from Dave to walk to the other end of the rooftop of their apartment complex. "Bro. I'm sick of this sh*t." Dave replied. "Can we just... watch some sh*tty movie or something? John told me about this really cool action movie the other night. I think you might like-"
Bro whirled about, quicker than the eye could see, and before Dave could react, he felt a blade against his throat. "We're done when I say we're done. Understood? Grab. Your. Sword."
Dave gulped, then nodded. Bro pulled his blade back as Dave stooped over to pick up his own. "But why do we have to do this?" Dave asked. "I mean, what? Am I gonna have to learn how to block ninja strikes from some secretary over-" Dave was cut off as Bro dashed in with a quick slash. Dave raised his own katana to block the attack, managing success, though his cut arm shook under the pressure. Dave grit his teeth, trying not to let out any sound as he held off Bro's strike.
Bro never had told Dave why they trained. Why Bro had put Dave through so much hardship, but the answer was that Dave needed to be ready. Bro had realized early on what his purpose was. He was one of the guardians of Earth. There were four. Himself, some dog, a dad and a mom. And the kid each one raised would be their reason for existing. Bro lived for Dave. He'd never really shown the kid compassion, but hell... Bro loved the sh*t out of his little brother. And now, here he was, unable to protect Dave because of some dumbass cosmic event.
"Careful with that sword." Bro said simply to 'Sir Percival'.
Negan
Camelot Clearing
"Ah, jeez. F*ck, kid..." Negan muttered as Belowski effortlessly scaled his body, sitting on Negan's shoulders, before falling backward, but keeping his legs over Negan's shoulders to keep himself from falling off completely. This wasn't exactly what he'd expected to happen today, but if he was being honest... He liked it. He'd always imagined having a kid of his own. His kid sitting on his shoulders as Negan played 'airplane' and raced through the local park or something, arms outstretched as his kid laughed and giggled. Negan made a terrible husband and an awful friend, but he'd always thought he could make a good dad, despite his contradictory comment earlier about 'not knowing sh*t about kids'.
It was involuntary. Just the thought of what could be, and what would never be, managed to make Negan tear up again, though this was quickly brushed aside. He couldn't show any weakness to his posse of oddities. Grabbing Belowski's legs to help keep him balanced, Negan couldn't help but grin slightly. Damn it, emotions. Make up your damn ass mind. Playing along with the kid, Negan simply listened to everybody chat, before yet another convergence occurred. Turning his head for the hundredth time that day, Negan looked to see none other than Dark Father and Snappy the Turtle coming out of another portal. "Oh, finally." Negan muttered to himself as he ditched his spot beside Samuel and approached Vader and Bowser, still carrying Belowski. "Good to see you both again." Negan said. "Things have gone to sh*t, which was expected, let's be honest."
Spider-Gwen
Goldenwalk City
"Well, stop growing tired of this banter." Gwen shot back. "I can't eat half a corndog, you know! Little bits of the wood flaked off into the dog, and yeah, so what if i'm picky about my corndogs, but they're cheap! Also, I have no money, so if you could actually spare a dollar or two, that would be amazing." However, the Silver Scythe seemed more interested in fighting now, as she was quick to charge at Gwen, bringing back her scythe for a strike. With a leap, Gwen took off into the air, twirling herself around to fire a few blasts of gunk webbing down on the Scythe as her blade sliced cleanly through the truck, reminiscent of the way James' claws could cut through stuff. "Hey! What's that scythe made of!?" She asked, landing on the street behind the Scythe. "Because I know-" Gwen was cut off as Nathan's attack ensued, firing off rounds of plasma energy toward the Silver Scythe. Deciding to ditch her sentence, Gwen shot two webs up to the parallel buildings, and yanked the strings of webbing, propelling herself skyward.
Rick Grimes
Fenrir Far East Branch
Rick simply nodded in reply. "That can't be too hard." He replied with fake optimism. He had no idea what to expect, and his thoughts wandered back to the potential of his death again, which seemed less likely than before. If he died, so be it. He didn't fear death, but it wasn't like he was suicidal or anything. He... respected death. It was a common theme in his life for the last four years or so, so he was used to it. He knew one day death would find him, just as it had found those around him. He just always hoped he could make a difference and make the world a better place before then. He never wanted to have a pointless death. Who did?
"Take all the time you need. Not like I'm going anywhere." He said to Sakaki, letting out a light chuckle at this. Sakaki was a pleasant guy, one Rick could respect.
Frisk, Alphys
Alphys' Lab (New Timeline)
"B-because he's played your games. Like me." Alphys answered Silver's question for Jet. "I... I a-always kind of thought s-something like this would happen..." She muttered as she led the group into her lab, toward her computer, and began digging through some paper work. "I-I've been preparing. For a convergence event like this. S-someone always told me t-this was possible... I... I can't remember who it was, but I trust... trusted him."
Frisk blinked. She was talking about Gaster, but clearly couldn't remember him. He'd faded too far out of the minds of those he'd once lived with. She couldn't remember the name of her old mentor. 'Shattered across time and space'... He'd fallen into his own creation according to those weird grey monsters. Somehow, Gaster had become some kind of... uber powerful being acrossed the multiverse because of a mistake.
"J-just so you're all aware, I-I'm fairly certain all of us are f-fictional characters." Alphys continued. "I've done the c-calculations, gone through the old notes, s-studied physics, and I'm certain of it. I didn't have a-any actual way to prove my theory- u-until now, that is." Alphys continued to stutter as she pulled out an old, worn notebook from under her mess of work, hurriedly flipping it open to a page. "O-okay... Um..." She began to scan through the pages. "...We n-need to go... to the True Lab..." She glanced at Frisk. "...Uh... Frisk, b-before we go down there... I s-should-"
*You tell Alphys you already know what's down there.
Alphys blinked. "Y-you do?" She stared at Frisk for a moment, before shaking her head. "R-right... yeah..." She began to wring her hands. "Y-you don't... think a-any less of me... do you...?"
Frisk shook her head, before giving Alphys a smile and a thumbs-up.
Chara
Snowdin (Ruined Timeline)
Interesting guy. Chara knew he was from nowhere near her universe. She would have met him before. However, he seemed to think their confrontation had passed, and requested she come with him, though his voice clearly portrayed that he didn't provide an option in the situation, giving it out as more of an order. Whatever. Chara decided to amuse herself. This place was dead anyway, without a Sans to fight. Without hesitation, she followed Elidocorc through what appeared to be a stable portal of sorts. If he was leading her into a trap, she was sure she could handle it.
However, they appeared in some type of castle, from what Chara could assume. The stone corridor was practically dripping with moss. Each step they took echoed down the long corridor. She glanced behind her to find that the tunnel continued to extend behind them. No clear end in sight. Interesting. The long hall was lined with evenly spaced out heavy dark oak doors, and the crocodile led her straight to one, deftly pushing open the door and stepping inside, Chara following.
The room was filled without about a dozen or so beings, ranging from native-american girls to some little ink guy that metaphorically screamed 'cartoony'. Her eyes, however, found their way to a lone golden flower, his 'back' to them. Chara's face split into a malicious grin.
"Hello, Asriel."
Keyes, Blakes, Hughes, Javier, Whitaker
Insurrection Stronghold
"...Why should I believe you?" The voice asked again. Miranda held her ground, staring past the flood lights, attempting to make out any individuals beyond it. "Because there's nowhere left to run. We want to give you a fighting chance. Time to prepare for the Flood, before they inevitably arrive her and consume everything and everyone." There were a few moments of tense silence, before the flood lights shut off, and the tunnel was filled with light as overhead bulbs were turned on. The remainder of the UNSC could finally see who had been behind those flood lights. About twenty or so Insurrection soldiers stood behind a single man, who stood a head above everyone else in the tunnel. Dark dreadlocks flowed over his dark brown shoulders. Miranda recognized him immediately from the Alpha Corvi II reports she'd been previously reading. He was supposed to be dead. Long dead, but here he stood, twenty-five years a ghost. "You're... Whitaker...?" Miranda asked. The man glared back, but gave a small nod. "Yeah. What's it to you?"
"You're supposed to be dead." She stated, curiosity arising in her so as to explain why this man was still alive and well on the planet eye-witness accounts had stated he'd been impaled by an energy sword through the back after the evacuation of the planet. Whitaker shrugged with his eyebrows, before turning around. "Your people didn't bother to look for a body. My people kept me alive, and I'm still kicking today. End of story. I'm more interested in learning about the Flood. So follow me."
It wasn't a request. It was an order. "Let's move." She told the Marines at her side, before walking after Whitaker, the surrounding Insurrection soldiers kept their weapons trained on the UNSC personnel.
Carolina, Church, Utah
Stolen UNSC Cargo Ship
"Show off."
Carolina raised a brow as she turned from the carnage in the hangar bay, jogging for the exit door. "You sound like a broken record, Church. Got a wire loose?" She asked, tossing aside her empty Battle Rifle, and ripping two Plasma Rifles from her thighs, aiming them down the hall as the door opened, encountering no resistance. "I'm just stating the obvious." Church replied, appearing over her shoulder again, giving her a visual shrug. "Yeah, well-" Carolina was cut off as a fist-sized projectile shot into the hall from a branching off corridor, expertly bouncing off of the surfaces in the hall to come flying toward her. "Son of a b*tch!" Church yelled as Carolina leaped backwards, twirling herself about to perform a back flip, and landed on her feet, completely dodging the grenade as it exploded in the door behind them, destroying it. "That's some freelancer level of accuracy." The Alpha AI noted as Carolina sprinted down the hall to the branching off corridor, raising her plasma rifles, before hesitating at the figure down the hall. Spartan armor. White. Kinda like Wyoming, but clearly not him. There was no doubting it, however. "That's because he is a Freelancer." Carolina replied as the other freelancer shouldered his grenade launcher.
"Hey, Carolina. Remember me?"
Vriska, John, Jade, Becquerel
SBURB
The dark indigo sky began to darken drastically, catching Jade's attention. Turning her head from the Alchemiter. She was close to creating an item using the Cruxite Dowel in order to enter the Medium, but the darkening sky pulled her attention from her work, drawing her to the window of the temple she lived in. A tower in the middle of an island, in the middle of nowhere, ocean on all sides. Otherwise called the 'Frog Temple'. She never knew why her Grandpa had actually wanted to come here, but he had. Then he'd died, leaving Jade's dog, her best friend, Becquerel, to raise her. For a dog with space-time manipulation, omnipotency, and being the first guardian of Earth, he'd done a pretty good job at raising her. Sure, he didn't talk, but somehow, he managed to be a great conversation-maker. Jade loved him, and he loved her.
Jade gulped, staring up at the night sky, which was now emblazoned red, a single massive red fireball headed straight for her. A meteor. Her reckoning if she didn't manage to enter the Medium in time.
She had no idea where Becquerel was, but he could handle himself. It was up to Jade to finish this. Turning from the window, she dashed back over the the Alchemiter. Upon grabbing the Cruxite Dowel, a strange green vase-like object, from the side of the Alchemiter and placed it on a pedastal on the device. Immediately, the Alchemiter hummed to life, the Cruxite Dowel vanishing, being replaced with a massive green tree on the platform of the Alchemiter. A green rope fell down from the tree, and on the end was a puppy shaped piñata. Similar to that of what puppy Becquerel must have looked like. Or maybe that was just how all puppies appeared? Regardless, she understand what was to happen. To enter the medium, she'd need to bust this pupiñata. However, before she could properly get to smashing, a green blindfold appeared over her eyes, courtesy of the Alchemiter. This surprised her, making her let out a little squeak, taking a step back, and reaching her hands up to pry at the blindfold. However, it was completely stuck, leaving her blinded, and needing to bust that piñata before that meteor could strike and take her out.
She began to grope about her room, looking for something, before her hands conveniently found the butt of her rifle. This would be good enough to wack that piñata with. She grabbed the rifle, turning it around to hold the barrel, turning her attention to the place she assumed the piñata was at. Her calculations were off, however, as the girl began racing around her room, swinging her rifle wildly, smacking it off of the walls and items within the room, screaming as she went.
Vriska stared at her computer screen. The visual feed was focused on John, as she was acting as his new patron troll after Terezi accidentally killed him once. Terezi was more focused on 'helping' Dave, however, though Vriska could see through those blind red eyes of hers. She was clearly flirting with the human, leading Vriska to experimentally flirt with John on occasion. Now, however, he was clearly being an idiot. Through his screen, John could see that he was helping out Jade by attempting to prototype her kernelsprite. The kernelsprite in question was pulsing a bright green on his screen, floating in the air above a pile of useless garbage, and John's cursor was hovering over a lady doll, about to drag it into the kernelsprite and prototype it. Gritting her fangs, Vriska narrowed her eyes. The idiot had no idea what the f*ck he was doing. Did he think this was all some sort of joke!? The symbol of Scorpius appeared on her forehead as she raised her hand to her temple, accessing her powerful physicic abilities. Focusing on John, she willed him to sleep, which he promptly did. As he dragged the doll to the kernelsprite, his eyes suddenly shut closed, and he fell back on his bed, out cold, leaving the doll to fall to the ground in Jade's hive, rather than uselessly prototype with the kernelsprite. What happened next, however, was something not even Vriska had prepared for. That dumbass dog f*cked up all of her plans and hard work manipulating the humans. All of it, down the drain because of one god-like mutt.
The omnipotent, space-time manipulating guardian of Earth 'mutt', Becquerel, looked up at the rapidly approaching meteor, gazing upon it intently and calmly, before turning his head to look across the island at the Frog Temple. Understanding exactly what was necessary to happen next, a green sphere appeared around him, and he immediately appeared beside the pile of dolls and the kernelsprite. Another sphere of green energy appeared around the dolls, and they disappeared. Their destination? Space. It was out of the way, that was all that was needed, especially in case Becquerel somehow managed to touch one of the dolls and prototype himself after this...
With a quick leap, the dog jumped directly into the kernelsprite. What transpired next would give anybody a seizure, but Becquerel already knew what to expect. The world around him began to feel as though it were being sucked away as visions of bright colors, lights, and pictures began to flash rapidly all about him. Within moments, it was over. Becquerelsprite found himself hovering above the floor.
Wasting no time, the sprite flew out of the window, quickly leaving the island behind, soaring up to the meteor as it neared dangerously close. Immediately following this, Becquerelsprite let out a growl, and out of his new body, fired a massive blast of green energy, making contact with the meteor. The beam of energy continued to grow bigger at a rapid pace, before consuming the continental-sized meteor whole, however, this created an eruption from the energy.
All of the surrounding water and land of the island was obliterated by a wave of green energy that tore the entire planet apart, save for the island. His work wasn't finished, however, as Becquerelsprite disappeared, about to finish his job.
Jade's swinging wound up creating a much bigger problem for her than intended. As the butt of her rifle nearly slammed into the piñata, a sudden burst of green energy erupted within the room, launching her out of the window as the Frog Temple erupted in fire and flames, green in origin. Her fall would be fatal, and she knew it. She was hundreds of feet above ground already, so in a last ditch attempt at doing anything, she raised her rifle, and fired a blast directly in front of her.
As she did this, Becquerelsprite appeared in front of the bullet, slowing down time to a crawl as the bullet neared. The moment it nearly made contact with him, he made it appear directly in front of the piñata. The bullet struck, bursting open the piñata, and with that, everything went black for Jade.
She'd entered the Medium.
Jack Noir, Davesprite, Bro Strider
SBURB
Three lone figures stood on a floating disc of a land. Their battleground. Two versus one, and both sides could understand how difficult this would be. Bro's grip tightened on his katana, Cal's arm resting in his other hand as his prototyped little bro, Daveprite, hovered in the air beside him, his own red sword in-hand, glaring through his red shades at their opponent. Jack. The winged demon before them. Cracking his neck to the side, Bro felt the familiar popping, his teeth were grit, however. He'd already fought Jack once and barely got away. Now, he had Davesprite by his side, and this time, there was no fleeing. This was a fight to the death, but he was positive their combined efforts could get rid of Jack completely.
STRIFE!
ROUND 1!
And just like that, the battle commenced, Jack launching himself at Bro with much greater speed than he'd shown previously. Enough to even match the older Strider, who swung his katana to match the blow, resulting in the sound of metal scraping on metal as Davesprite swooped in with a support strike, but Jack managed to move his blade quickly from Bro's to meet Davesprite's. Bro disappeared from his spot, reappearing on the other side of Jack, Cal no longer in his arms as he held his katana with both hands, and swung down hard at Jack, who whirled about, using his only arm carrying his blade to parry the attack. He was quick enough to take them both on, and strong enough too. Bro had never met a character like this before.
Moving almost too fast for the eye to detect, Bro and Davesprite continued to throw and parry and block blows with Jack, who continued to keep them on their toes. After several minutes of this taking place, Bro managed to land in a hit, slashing Jack along his side as Davesprite slashed Jack along his back, launching their opponent to the other end of the floating disc. Gritting his teeth, Jack got to his feet, gripping his sword, before the ring on his finger began to glow brightly, and Jack fell to a knee, dropping his sword and clutching his chest. The wings on his back suddenly shrank painfully into his back, the tendrils flowing along his sides too, shrank, as well as his Jester hat disappearing.
Bro and Davesprite watched with bated breath, without a clue as to what was happening. That was when Jack started to change. His wings sprouted again, larger than before. His wounds healed themselves. He got back to his feet as two large ears extended out of his head, his mouth elongating into a dog-like snout. Davesprite tensed. Another kernelsprite had been prototyped, and Jack, with the ring, received the prototype as well. Green energy sizzled around Jack for a few moments as he bared his new fangs, picking up his sword.
ROUND 2!
Jack launched himself once again, with even more speed than before. Bro raised his sword once again, taking the blow, noticing Jack's enhanced strength after the prototype. This just got a helluva-
The thought wasn't even able to cross Bro's mind as Jack's right leg came up, catching Bro in his groin. Letting out a shocked and pained grunt at this action, Bro doubled over. Jack dropped his sword, ripping Bro's katana from his hand before the man could even blink, turning the blade around, and shoving it through Bro's chest with a clean slice.
Davesprite hovered back a few inches. All of that had taken place, and he'd barely been able to catch it. He watched as Bro's body fell to the ground, red leaking out of his wound. He wasn't moving. It was clear to Davesprite what had happened. Shaking with rage, he soared at Jack, swinging his blade wildly. Turning his head, Jack saw this coming, and quickly grabbed his own blade again, parrying Davesprite's strikes with ease, before fighting back, quickly overpowering the sprite, slashing him along his body, before delivering a final hit, slashing Davesprite across his chest, launching him back. Immediately following this, Jack shoved his sword through his chest, before raising his arm, a green sphere pulsing with energy appeared around him, and with that, he disappeared.
Davesprite panted heavily as he weakly held his own sh*tty katana in his hands, before letting out a sigh, and placing it in his chest, a part of his accidental prototyping with his original sprite, which had simply been a bird with a sword through its chest, hence Jack's wings and sword, courtesy of Dave. He turned his head back to look at Bro, who was now lying still in a pool of his own blood. The blade had gone through his heart... Davesprites pulse began to quicken, his heart beat faster as he felt emotion wash over him, tears welling in his eyes. His Bro. The guy who'd always told him he was too tough to die...
Jack changed all of that.
Throne Room
The doors to the throne room were thrown open, finally, somebody entered the room without simply appearing within. Of course, it was Artemis, striding towards Sonic. Her gaze flitted over to the others in the room. Newcomers. The power radiating off of them was... interesting. Nothing like that other presence she could still detect. "King." She said loudly. "I have some words to share with you."
What words, exactly? Well, for one, the situation of 'too many newcomers'. If these convergences continued to happen, Camelot would be overpopulated, and if that happened, Serena might even be forced to leave her room. Or worse, share it with a male. The very thought made Artemis shudder. She herself didn't require a room. Gods didn't sleep. They didn't need to, though some had taken it up as some kind of hobby, namely Dionysus. Artemis was never too fond of him anyway.
Another issue she wished to discuss was Joestar. He was quickly becoming more of an annoyance, and if Sonic could keep him off her back for once, then she'd appreciate it. Not that Sonic was any better. Like Joseph, he was male. One of these newcomers was also male, and had an innocent, but oblivious feel about him. There was also the girl he was talking to. She was clearly more powerful than him, and could possibly be a valuable ally to Artemis. She'd consider it. She'd need to get to know her first, of course.
Bro
Camelot Castle
The dude wearing shades seemed to have nothing to say on the matter. He simply held his katana in one hand, and held Cal in the other. He felt relatively fine, but glancing down at his shirt, he found that he'd managed to rip his nice white shirt in the fight. That was just great. It was his church shirt! Well, not that he went to church or anything. It was just a nice shirt, now with a few rips in it, courtesy of those laughable characters he'd faced earlier. Yu-Guy-Whoa? No, Yu-Guy-Oh. Come on, he'd just thought of the name earlier. He knew he was close, at least. So... Yu-Gi-Ho and Sonic appeared to have managed to mesh into one universe. Not what Bro had expected today, but was he surprised? No. He was ironically not surprised. Did I mention Bro's ironic?
Though Bro didn't exactly like the way Lady Camelot Wannabe was treating the kid. It reminded Bro too much of... well, his time with Dave. Some of that, he admittedly regretted. He'd been too hard on his little bro.
"Ow. F*ck, Bro. Come on." Dave bit his lip as he took a step back, dropping his own katana and grasping his arm, where a deep cut was beginning to flow blood from it. Bro narrowed his eyes. "You won't learn if you don't. F*cking. Take it. C'mon. Grab your sword." He ordered, twirling his own katana about as he turned from Dave to walk to the other end of the rooftop of their apartment complex. "Bro. I'm sick of this sh*t." Dave replied. "Can we just... watch some sh*tty movie or something? John told me about this really cool action movie the other night. I think you might like-"
Bro whirled about, quicker than the eye could see, and before Dave could react, he felt a blade against his throat. "We're done when I say we're done. Understood? Grab. Your. Sword."
Dave gulped, then nodded. Bro pulled his blade back as Dave stooped over to pick up his own. "But why do we have to do this?" Dave asked. "I mean, what? Am I gonna have to learn how to block ninja strikes from some secretary over-" Dave was cut off as Bro dashed in with a quick slash. Dave raised his own katana to block the attack, managing success, though his cut arm shook under the pressure. Dave grit his teeth, trying not to let out any sound as he held off Bro's strike.
Bro never had told Dave why they trained. Why Bro had put Dave through so much hardship, but the answer was that Dave needed to be ready. Bro had realized early on what his purpose was. He was one of the guardians of Earth. There were four. Himself, some dog, a dad and a mom. And the kid each one raised would be their reason for existing. Bro lived for Dave. He'd never really shown the kid compassion, but hell... Bro loved the sh*t out of his little brother. And now, here he was, unable to protect Dave because of some dumbass cosmic event.
"Careful with that sword." Bro said simply to 'Sir Percival'.
Negan
Camelot Clearing
"Ah, jeez. F*ck, kid..." Negan muttered as Belowski effortlessly scaled his body, sitting on Negan's shoulders, before falling backward, but keeping his legs over Negan's shoulders to keep himself from falling off completely. This wasn't exactly what he'd expected to happen today, but if he was being honest... He liked it. He'd always imagined having a kid of his own. His kid sitting on his shoulders as Negan played 'airplane' and raced through the local park or something, arms outstretched as his kid laughed and giggled. Negan made a terrible husband and an awful friend, but he'd always thought he could make a good dad, despite his contradictory comment earlier about 'not knowing sh*t about kids'.
It was involuntary. Just the thought of what could be, and what would never be, managed to make Negan tear up again, though this was quickly brushed aside. He couldn't show any weakness to his posse of oddities. Grabbing Belowski's legs to help keep him balanced, Negan couldn't help but grin slightly. Damn it, emotions. Make up your damn ass mind. Playing along with the kid, Negan simply listened to everybody chat, before yet another convergence occurred. Turning his head for the hundredth time that day, Negan looked to see none other than Dark Father and Snappy the Turtle coming out of another portal. "Oh, finally." Negan muttered to himself as he ditched his spot beside Samuel and approached Vader and Bowser, still carrying Belowski. "Good to see you both again." Negan said. "Things have gone to sh*t, which was expected, let's be honest."
Spider-Gwen
Goldenwalk City
"Well, stop growing tired of this banter." Gwen shot back. "I can't eat half a corndog, you know! Little bits of the wood flaked off into the dog, and yeah, so what if i'm picky about my corndogs, but they're cheap! Also, I have no money, so if you could actually spare a dollar or two, that would be amazing." However, the Silver Scythe seemed more interested in fighting now, as she was quick to charge at Gwen, bringing back her scythe for a strike. With a leap, Gwen took off into the air, twirling herself around to fire a few blasts of gunk webbing down on the Scythe as her blade sliced cleanly through the truck, reminiscent of the way James' claws could cut through stuff. "Hey! What's that scythe made of!?" She asked, landing on the street behind the Scythe. "Because I know-" Gwen was cut off as Nathan's attack ensued, firing off rounds of plasma energy toward the Silver Scythe. Deciding to ditch her sentence, Gwen shot two webs up to the parallel buildings, and yanked the strings of webbing, propelling herself skyward.
Rick Grimes
Fenrir Far East Branch
Rick simply nodded in reply. "That can't be too hard." He replied with fake optimism. He had no idea what to expect, and his thoughts wandered back to the potential of his death again, which seemed less likely than before. If he died, so be it. He didn't fear death, but it wasn't like he was suicidal or anything. He... respected death. It was a common theme in his life for the last four years or so, so he was used to it. He knew one day death would find him, just as it had found those around him. He just always hoped he could make a difference and make the world a better place before then. He never wanted to have a pointless death. Who did?
"Take all the time you need. Not like I'm going anywhere." He said to Sakaki, letting out a light chuckle at this. Sakaki was a pleasant guy, one Rick could respect.
Frisk, Alphys
Alphys' Lab (New Timeline)
"B-because he's played your games. Like me." Alphys answered Silver's question for Jet. "I... I a-always kind of thought s-something like this would happen..." She muttered as she led the group into her lab, toward her computer, and began digging through some paper work. "I-I've been preparing. For a convergence event like this. S-someone always told me t-this was possible... I... I can't remember who it was, but I trust... trusted him."
Frisk blinked. She was talking about Gaster, but clearly couldn't remember him. He'd faded too far out of the minds of those he'd once lived with. She couldn't remember the name of her old mentor. 'Shattered across time and space'... He'd fallen into his own creation according to those weird grey monsters. Somehow, Gaster had become some kind of... uber powerful being acrossed the multiverse because of a mistake.
"J-just so you're all aware, I-I'm fairly certain all of us are f-fictional characters." Alphys continued. "I've done the c-calculations, gone through the old notes, s-studied physics, and I'm certain of it. I didn't have a-any actual way to prove my theory- u-until now, that is." Alphys continued to stutter as she pulled out an old, worn notebook from under her mess of work, hurriedly flipping it open to a page. "O-okay... Um..." She began to scan through the pages. "...We n-need to go... to the True Lab..." She glanced at Frisk. "...Uh... Frisk, b-before we go down there... I s-should-"
*You tell Alphys you already know what's down there.
Alphys blinked. "Y-you do?" She stared at Frisk for a moment, before shaking her head. "R-right... yeah..." She began to wring her hands. "Y-you don't... think a-any less of me... do you...?"
Frisk shook her head, before giving Alphys a smile and a thumbs-up.
Chara
Snowdin (Ruined Timeline)
Interesting guy. Chara knew he was from nowhere near her universe. She would have met him before. However, he seemed to think their confrontation had passed, and requested she come with him, though his voice clearly portrayed that he didn't provide an option in the situation, giving it out as more of an order. Whatever. Chara decided to amuse herself. This place was dead anyway, without a Sans to fight. Without hesitation, she followed Elidocorc through what appeared to be a stable portal of sorts. If he was leading her into a trap, she was sure she could handle it.
However, they appeared in some type of castle, from what Chara could assume. The stone corridor was practically dripping with moss. Each step they took echoed down the long corridor. She glanced behind her to find that the tunnel continued to extend behind them. No clear end in sight. Interesting. The long hall was lined with evenly spaced out heavy dark oak doors, and the crocodile led her straight to one, deftly pushing open the door and stepping inside, Chara following.
The room was filled without about a dozen or so beings, ranging from native-american girls to some little ink guy that metaphorically screamed 'cartoony'. Her eyes, however, found their way to a lone golden flower, his 'back' to them. Chara's face split into a malicious grin.
"Hello, Asriel."
Keyes, Blakes, Hughes, Javier, Whitaker
Insurrection Stronghold
"...Why should I believe you?" The voice asked again. Miranda held her ground, staring past the flood lights, attempting to make out any individuals beyond it. "Because there's nowhere left to run. We want to give you a fighting chance. Time to prepare for the Flood, before they inevitably arrive her and consume everything and everyone." There were a few moments of tense silence, before the flood lights shut off, and the tunnel was filled with light as overhead bulbs were turned on. The remainder of the UNSC could finally see who had been behind those flood lights. About twenty or so Insurrection soldiers stood behind a single man, who stood a head above everyone else in the tunnel. Dark dreadlocks flowed over his dark brown shoulders. Miranda recognized him immediately from the Alpha Corvi II reports she'd been previously reading. He was supposed to be dead. Long dead, but here he stood, twenty-five years a ghost. "You're... Whitaker...?" Miranda asked. The man glared back, but gave a small nod. "Yeah. What's it to you?"
"You're supposed to be dead." She stated, curiosity arising in her so as to explain why this man was still alive and well on the planet eye-witness accounts had stated he'd been impaled by an energy sword through the back after the evacuation of the planet. Whitaker shrugged with his eyebrows, before turning around. "Your people didn't bother to look for a body. My people kept me alive, and I'm still kicking today. End of story. I'm more interested in learning about the Flood. So follow me."
It wasn't a request. It was an order. "Let's move." She told the Marines at her side, before walking after Whitaker, the surrounding Insurrection soldiers kept their weapons trained on the UNSC personnel.
Carolina, Church, Utah
Stolen UNSC Cargo Ship
"Show off."
Carolina raised a brow as she turned from the carnage in the hangar bay, jogging for the exit door. "You sound like a broken record, Church. Got a wire loose?" She asked, tossing aside her empty Battle Rifle, and ripping two Plasma Rifles from her thighs, aiming them down the hall as the door opened, encountering no resistance. "I'm just stating the obvious." Church replied, appearing over her shoulder again, giving her a visual shrug. "Yeah, well-" Carolina was cut off as a fist-sized projectile shot into the hall from a branching off corridor, expertly bouncing off of the surfaces in the hall to come flying toward her. "Son of a b*tch!" Church yelled as Carolina leaped backwards, twirling herself about to perform a back flip, and landed on her feet, completely dodging the grenade as it exploded in the door behind them, destroying it. "That's some freelancer level of accuracy." The Alpha AI noted as Carolina sprinted down the hall to the branching off corridor, raising her plasma rifles, before hesitating at the figure down the hall. Spartan armor. White. Kinda like Wyoming, but clearly not him. There was no doubting it, however. "That's because he is a Freelancer." Carolina replied as the other freelancer shouldered his grenade launcher.
"Hey, Carolina. Remember me?"
Vriska, John, Jade, Becquerel
SBURB
The dark indigo sky began to darken drastically, catching Jade's attention. Turning her head from the Alchemiter. She was close to creating an item using the Cruxite Dowel in order to enter the Medium, but the darkening sky pulled her attention from her work, drawing her to the window of the temple she lived in. A tower in the middle of an island, in the middle of nowhere, ocean on all sides. Otherwise called the 'Frog Temple'. She never knew why her Grandpa had actually wanted to come here, but he had. Then he'd died, leaving Jade's dog, her best friend, Becquerel, to raise her. For a dog with space-time manipulation, omnipotency, and being the first guardian of Earth, he'd done a pretty good job at raising her. Sure, he didn't talk, but somehow, he managed to be a great conversation-maker. Jade loved him, and he loved her.
Jade gulped, staring up at the night sky, which was now emblazoned red, a single massive red fireball headed straight for her. A meteor. Her reckoning if she didn't manage to enter the Medium in time.
She had no idea where Becquerel was, but he could handle himself. It was up to Jade to finish this. Turning from the window, she dashed back over the the Alchemiter. Upon grabbing the Cruxite Dowel, a strange green vase-like object, from the side of the Alchemiter and placed it on a pedastal on the device. Immediately, the Alchemiter hummed to life, the Cruxite Dowel vanishing, being replaced with a massive green tree on the platform of the Alchemiter. A green rope fell down from the tree, and on the end was a puppy shaped piñata. Similar to that of what puppy Becquerel must have looked like. Or maybe that was just how all puppies appeared? Regardless, she understand what was to happen. To enter the medium, she'd need to bust this pupiñata. However, before she could properly get to smashing, a green blindfold appeared over her eyes, courtesy of the Alchemiter. This surprised her, making her let out a little squeak, taking a step back, and reaching her hands up to pry at the blindfold. However, it was completely stuck, leaving her blinded, and needing to bust that piñata before that meteor could strike and take her out.
She began to grope about her room, looking for something, before her hands conveniently found the butt of her rifle. This would be good enough to wack that piñata with. She grabbed the rifle, turning it around to hold the barrel, turning her attention to the place she assumed the piñata was at. Her calculations were off, however, as the girl began racing around her room, swinging her rifle wildly, smacking it off of the walls and items within the room, screaming as she went.
Vriska stared at her computer screen. The visual feed was focused on John, as she was acting as his new patron troll after Terezi accidentally killed him once. Terezi was more focused on 'helping' Dave, however, though Vriska could see through those blind red eyes of hers. She was clearly flirting with the human, leading Vriska to experimentally flirt with John on occasion. Now, however, he was clearly being an idiot. Through his screen, John could see that he was helping out Jade by attempting to prototype her kernelsprite. The kernelsprite in question was pulsing a bright green on his screen, floating in the air above a pile of useless garbage, and John's cursor was hovering over a lady doll, about to drag it into the kernelsprite and prototype it. Gritting her fangs, Vriska narrowed her eyes. The idiot had no idea what the f*ck he was doing. Did he think this was all some sort of joke!? The symbol of Scorpius appeared on her forehead as she raised her hand to her temple, accessing her powerful physicic abilities. Focusing on John, she willed him to sleep, which he promptly did. As he dragged the doll to the kernelsprite, his eyes suddenly shut closed, and he fell back on his bed, out cold, leaving the doll to fall to the ground in Jade's hive, rather than uselessly prototype with the kernelsprite. What happened next, however, was something not even Vriska had prepared for. That dumbass dog f*cked up all of her plans and hard work manipulating the humans. All of it, down the drain because of one god-like mutt.
The omnipotent, space-time manipulating guardian of Earth 'mutt', Becquerel, looked up at the rapidly approaching meteor, gazing upon it intently and calmly, before turning his head to look across the island at the Frog Temple. Understanding exactly what was necessary to happen next, a green sphere appeared around him, and he immediately appeared beside the pile of dolls and the kernelsprite. Another sphere of green energy appeared around the dolls, and they disappeared. Their destination? Space. It was out of the way, that was all that was needed, especially in case Becquerel somehow managed to touch one of the dolls and prototype himself after this...
With a quick leap, the dog jumped directly into the kernelsprite. What transpired next would give anybody a seizure, but Becquerel already knew what to expect. The world around him began to feel as though it were being sucked away as visions of bright colors, lights, and pictures began to flash rapidly all about him. Within moments, it was over. Becquerelsprite found himself hovering above the floor.
Wasting no time, the sprite flew out of the window, quickly leaving the island behind, soaring up to the meteor as it neared dangerously close. Immediately following this, Becquerelsprite let out a growl, and out of his new body, fired a massive blast of green energy, making contact with the meteor. The beam of energy continued to grow bigger at a rapid pace, before consuming the continental-sized meteor whole, however, this created an eruption from the energy.
All of the surrounding water and land of the island was obliterated by a wave of green energy that tore the entire planet apart, save for the island. His work wasn't finished, however, as Becquerelsprite disappeared, about to finish his job.
Jade's swinging wound up creating a much bigger problem for her than intended. As the butt of her rifle nearly slammed into the piñata, a sudden burst of green energy erupted within the room, launching her out of the window as the Frog Temple erupted in fire and flames, green in origin. Her fall would be fatal, and she knew it. She was hundreds of feet above ground already, so in a last ditch attempt at doing anything, she raised her rifle, and fired a blast directly in front of her.
As she did this, Becquerelsprite appeared in front of the bullet, slowing down time to a crawl as the bullet neared. The moment it nearly made contact with him, he made it appear directly in front of the piñata. The bullet struck, bursting open the piñata, and with that, everything went black for Jade.
She'd entered the Medium.
Jack Noir, Davesprite, Bro Strider
SBURB
Three lone figures stood on a floating disc of a land. Their battleground. Two versus one, and both sides could understand how difficult this would be. Bro's grip tightened on his katana, Cal's arm resting in his other hand as his prototyped little bro, Daveprite, hovered in the air beside him, his own red sword in-hand, glaring through his red shades at their opponent. Jack. The winged demon before them. Cracking his neck to the side, Bro felt the familiar popping, his teeth were grit, however. He'd already fought Jack once and barely got away. Now, he had Davesprite by his side, and this time, there was no fleeing. This was a fight to the death, but he was positive their combined efforts could get rid of Jack completely.
STRIFE!
ROUND 1!
And just like that, the battle commenced, Jack launching himself at Bro with much greater speed than he'd shown previously. Enough to even match the older Strider, who swung his katana to match the blow, resulting in the sound of metal scraping on metal as Davesprite swooped in with a support strike, but Jack managed to move his blade quickly from Bro's to meet Davesprite's. Bro disappeared from his spot, reappearing on the other side of Jack, Cal no longer in his arms as he held his katana with both hands, and swung down hard at Jack, who whirled about, using his only arm carrying his blade to parry the attack. He was quick enough to take them both on, and strong enough too. Bro had never met a character like this before.
Moving almost too fast for the eye to detect, Bro and Davesprite continued to throw and parry and block blows with Jack, who continued to keep them on their toes. After several minutes of this taking place, Bro managed to land in a hit, slashing Jack along his side as Davesprite slashed Jack along his back, launching their opponent to the other end of the floating disc. Gritting his teeth, Jack got to his feet, gripping his sword, before the ring on his finger began to glow brightly, and Jack fell to a knee, dropping his sword and clutching his chest. The wings on his back suddenly shrank painfully into his back, the tendrils flowing along his sides too, shrank, as well as his Jester hat disappearing.
Bro and Davesprite watched with bated breath, without a clue as to what was happening. That was when Jack started to change. His wings sprouted again, larger than before. His wounds healed themselves. He got back to his feet as two large ears extended out of his head, his mouth elongating into a dog-like snout. Davesprite tensed. Another kernelsprite had been prototyped, and Jack, with the ring, received the prototype as well. Green energy sizzled around Jack for a few moments as he bared his new fangs, picking up his sword.
ROUND 2!
Jack launched himself once again, with even more speed than before. Bro raised his sword once again, taking the blow, noticing Jack's enhanced strength after the prototype. This just got a helluva-
The thought wasn't even able to cross Bro's mind as Jack's right leg came up, catching Bro in his groin. Letting out a shocked and pained grunt at this action, Bro doubled over. Jack dropped his sword, ripping Bro's katana from his hand before the man could even blink, turning the blade around, and shoving it through Bro's chest with a clean slice.
Davesprite hovered back a few inches. All of that had taken place, and he'd barely been able to catch it. He watched as Bro's body fell to the ground, red leaking out of his wound. He wasn't moving. It was clear to Davesprite what had happened. Shaking with rage, he soared at Jack, swinging his blade wildly. Turning his head, Jack saw this coming, and quickly grabbed his own blade again, parrying Davesprite's strikes with ease, before fighting back, quickly overpowering the sprite, slashing him along his body, before delivering a final hit, slashing Davesprite across his chest, launching him back. Immediately following this, Jack shoved his sword through his chest, before raising his arm, a green sphere pulsing with energy appeared around him, and with that, he disappeared.
Davesprite panted heavily as he weakly held his own sh*tty katana in his hands, before letting out a sigh, and placing it in his chest, a part of his accidental prototyping with his original sprite, which had simply been a bird with a sword through its chest, hence Jack's wings and sword, courtesy of Dave. He turned his head back to look at Bro, who was now lying still in a pool of his own blood. The blade had gone through his heart... Davesprites pulse began to quicken, his heart beat faster as he felt emotion wash over him, tears welling in his eyes. His Bro. The guy who'd always told him he was too tough to die...
Jack changed all of that.
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Mokko
Previously Blatant Mokery
Maxwell
Ended Scribble-verse
For a long while, Maxwell had struggled with confusion. Most of this confusion originated from one question, and that question was- why him?
It had been a while since the world itself came crashing down for him. It was a long story, and not one he liked to remember. It’s not like there was much harm in remembering it, though, so he wasn’t sure why it hurt so bad.
He’d been a regular kid with a big family, though he was closest to his twin sister Lily. They’d always been close, since birth as their parents put it, and things had been going well for the family.
That is, until Maxwell and Lily’s twelfth birthday. It’d started like any other birthday. Cake, balloons, all the cliches one could ever hope for. But things took a turn when it was time to open presents.
Maxwell could still remember traces of the overwhelming excitement when he and Lilly had torn through the wrapping paper. Lilly had gotten to her gift first, revealing it to be a simple globe... or so it seemed. She was quite disappointed at first, until mother had explained to her that the globe was actually a teleportation device.
Maxwell’s gift was equally disappointing. At first, it just looked like a simple notebook with a star on it, along with a pencil. He was, at first, okay with the gift. It wasn’t like he hated writing and drawing, but Lily’s gift seemed notably superior. That is, until their father explained the capabilities of the notebook and pencil.
Whatever was written down came to life.
And that wasn’t limited to nouns, either. Adjectives also came true. After that day, one of Maxwell’s favorite activities was to make sentient food items and place googly eyes on them. Yes, he had a lot of fun with that book, but with great power came a growing sense of mischief. Often, people would come to Maxwell so he could solve their problems with his notebook.
At first, Maxwell’s pranks were harmless. He’d give people who requested a pear a green apple, or give their shoes the ‘damp’ adjective. Soon, though, the pressure in having a book that altered reality began to make him... well, he started losing his sense of right and wrong, admittedly.
But then things went too far. He and Lily had been out in the fields one day, when they were approached by an old man. He claimed to be hungry, and asked for some food. Maxwell jumped to the rescue... well, not really. He created and gave the old man an apple, but didn’t tell him that he’d applied the ‘rotten’ adjective. The second the old man bit into the squishy apply, his nostrils flared and his eyes widened in anger.
What happened after that was a blur. As punishment for Maxwell’s prank, the old man pulled from his pocket a wand, and yelled some strange words. He cursed Lily, which Maxwell soon realized. Lily’s feet turned to stone, and the stone slowly began to creep up her body. Maxwell quickly began to panic, applying adjectives like ‘cured’ and ‘uncursed’ to Lily. It didn’t work. The old man muttered something about Starites as he walked away.
Maxwell didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t go to his parents, they’d take the notebook for sure. But he wasn’t about to ditch Lily and let her become a statue, either.
He struggled to find an answer for a while, before coming acoss an old passage in one of his father’s old notebooks.
In all my years of researching treasures and adventuring throughout many lands, I should note that the STARITES are the most powerful item known to man. Starites are virtually useless, technically, until a large quantity are in the same place. If enough gather, it’s proven that they will bring the user great power. Starites seem to appear when someone is very, very happy, though their appearance also stems from the aspect of helping others. More research must be conducted!
-M
Maxwell made up his mind right then and there. If he gathered enough starites, perhaps he could reverse that old man’s magic.
And so he did just that. Maxwell set out. He left home in order to gather starites. Lily gave her brother her teleportation globe- her most cherished possession. Maxwell thanked her, and promised her that he’d save her from the fate that old man had doomed her to.
He arrived in a large city soon, thanks to the power of the globe. The city was full of people who needed help, so Maxwell set out to do good deeds. He helped people get rid of roaches, he helped people inflate kiddie pools, and even stopped a bank heist. He quickly began accumulating starites, and at around ten, he went back to see if he could help Lily.
No. It didn’t work. And Lily was turning to stone more and more by the hour- so Maxwell kept helping people, gathering starite after starite. Only once he found around two hundred did he save Lily.
He’d believed that the stress was over- he didn’t have to save his sister anymore. The deed was done, he’d finished his task and fixed everything. He and his sister weren’t tied down to a life of misery.
...Or so he thought. The moment Lily’s body was restored, and the color of grey faded, Maxwell... passed out.
And when he came to, he was standing in front of an old man, Lily at his side. The old man looked angry, and had a brownish apple in his hand. No... could it be? Was reality toying with Maxwell?
This was his life now, actually. Every time Maxwell finished his task, the world would hit the rewind button and he’d have to start at the beginning.
Well, not the beginning. He had to start at the point at which that old jerk had just bitten into the rotten apple, and there was nothing Maxwell could do about it.
He tried and tried to change the path his life was now doomed to walk, and repeated the same scenarios dozens upon dozens of times. Dark thoughts had began to form in his head- why was he the one who had to do this? Just because of one prank, his life was now... well, ruined, to put it lightly. Reliving the same miserable task again and again really does something to a person.
Why? Why was HE the one who was being punished like this? Surely, there were people out there who would have done far worse to the old man, but instead, a twelve year old with a love of mischief had been caught in the trap.
Maxwell’s patience began to wear thin. Everyone around him was spitting in his face. Suddenly, nobody was able to do their jobs. Firefighters, instead of dousing fires, would wait for a kid with a notebook to save the day. And it was like that everywhere, too. It soon dawned on Maxwell that his task was saving the whole world over and over. And that was a lot of pressure.
And what happens when you put things under a lot of pressure?
They break.
He was the only one who had to suffer like this. Reality itself taunted him by putting the world’s tasks on his shoulders. As Maxwell’s patience decreased, so did his sense of morality. At first, to help a firefighter, he would have extinguished a fire. But after a while, he would simple explode the building, leaving nothing to douse.
And then, finally, Maxwell lost it. After the one hundredth rewind, he decided that he was done with being a pawn, a toy, a slave to the cold reality. He was tired of it. Tired of living the same life again and again.
When he saw the old man yelling again, Maxwell immediately conjured a greatsword and applied ‘poisoned’ to it. Maxwell snatched the sword, before promptly shoving it through the man’s chest. The old man had clearly not been expecting such violence, and fell to the ground, dead.
Lily looked shocked at her brother’s actions, and killing the old man seemed to accelarate the magic. She was a statue in mere seconds.
Maxwell had seen his sister as a statue a hundred times now, so he wasn’t too bothered by it. He knew she wasn’t dead, but she wasn’t exactly in her ideal form. He unzipped his magic backpack, which was capable of holding many items, regardless of weight or size. He placed the statue in his backpack, zipped it up, and proceeded to walk over to the old man’s corpse.
There had to be something that could reverse the man’s magic permanantly. There had to be a way Maxwell and his sister could live a normal life. There had to be a way, and he was going to find it, even if it meant exploration of new universes.
Maxwell proceeded to go on a destruction spree. He broke the limits of the notebook. Instead of being limited to words in the dictionary, he could conjure items from pure imagination. First, he created a ‘mass-descruction cannon’ and proceeded to wipe out city after city, land after land. Slowly, he destroyed the entire planet and more. He continued to blast and explode everything he saw, including other planets. He was in total control, and it felt great. It felt... natural, almost. Maybe it was just excitement stemming from the concept of doing something different for a change.
This universe was finished. Maxwell had turned the tables- reality was HIS slave now. Everything was gone. The sun, the stars, and even the concept of existence itself. It was just him.
Finally, the deed was done. Even if he failed in his mission, things wouldn’t restart back here again. He pulled his notebook out, before slowly writing something down.
‘TEAR BETWEEN UNIVERSES’
Suddenly, a vortex appeared, ready to escort Maxwell to a new universe. This time, things would be different. He’d do things right this time. He’d write his own story.
Before he stepped into the vortex, a voice echoed through his head. It sounded a lot like his father.
‘Your power will be limited in other dimensions. Would you like to proceed anyways?’
...
It was worth it.
He went into the vortex.
...
Noah
Fort Camelot (Front Gate)
Noah swallowed. He was usually good at keeping his cool, but having a sword poking at his back was far from ideal, as one would imagine. Then he remembered- this was a game. A simulation. A weird one, yes, but he was in no real danger. He relaxed a bit, eyeing his device and deck. Those... well, he hoped they’d be treated well. That deck had belonged to him for a while. He’d actually gotten it from his mother, many years ago. Before she’d passed away.
He remembered the day vividly. His mother had taken notice of Noah’s sadness throughout the day, and decided to ask about it.
She’d walked into the young Noah’s room to find him laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“Noah?” she said calmly, approaching him and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I must say, this new behavior is saddening. You’re usually so upbeat and happy.”
Noah blinked. “It’s nothing,” he replied.
“Noah, tell me what’s wrong. Did something happen at school?”
Noah knew he couldn’t hide anything from his mother. She was a police officer, and was a master of interrogation... Noah at his young age hadn’t a clue what that meant, but he did know that he couldn’t keep secrets from her.
“All the other kids at school have those new Duel Monsters decks,” Noah stated. “I don’t understand the game at all. I tried making a deck, but I lost so many times... all the other kids wouldn’t stop laughing at me.”
Noah’s mother frowned. “Duel Monsters, hm?”
“You and dad know how to play that game, don’t you? You have decks. Could you teach me how to play?” Noah quickly sat upright, excited just at the thought. His mother chuckled.
“Of course I will,” she replied.
And she kept her promise. Over the next few days, she explained the game to Noah. Monster cards, spell cards, trap cards, flip effects... and with how smart Noah was, especially for his age, he soon got the hang of it. But his deck was still laughable, and he couldn’t defeat any of the other kids at school.
His mother helped him yet again. She assisted him in constructing a deck of fairy monsters, and taught him to use cards that compliment eachother. He was admittedly embarassed at the thought of dueling with fairies. He’d be a joke.
But that thought changed when his mother handed him a card. A spell- a field spell, to be exact.
“Noah, this card is called ‘Santuary in the Sky,’ and it will protect you in a tight spot,” his mother explained. “When you play it, think of me. I’ll always protect you, Noah. Don’t forget that, alright?”
Noah blinked. “Um... Mom, you know this is a card game, right?”
Noah’s mother laughed. “Alright, kid, you just earned yourself a one way ticket to noogieville.”
Nanashi
Camelot Clearing
“Demons are complex beings,” Nanashi stated in reply to Sam, ignoring the new arrival. Frankly, strangers were appearing so fast that he wasn’t even willing to pretend to be shocked.
“No two demons are exactly alike. They differ in species, appearance, behavior, and tolerance. Some demons are passive, but it’s usually rare to meet a demon who will be kind to you right away. My hometown, Tokyo, is flooded with demons, who are constantly wreaking havoc. It’s my job, as one of Tokyo’s hunters, to exterminate the demons that cause my people trouble.”
He raised his arm, revealing his smartphone. “This is called a smartphone. Hunters use them to summon and fuse demons that agree to work by their side. I myself, have a number of demons I can summon at the press of a button.”
He tapped on his smartphone, and a small creature appeared in Nanashi’s hand. It sort of looked like a large rat with yellow, spiky fur.
“This demon is called ‘Chagrin.’ Like all demons, he has unique capabilites and powers,” Nanashi stated.
Minotaur
Minotaur chuckled lightly as Susie retrieved her axe, and proceeded to slam his fist into the ground below. A small crack in the ground appeared below Susie, before slowly beginning to widen.
Minotaur glared, before standing and preparing to attack again if the fissure wasn’t enough to get rid of Susie.
Star-Lord
“Get OFF you little gremlin!” Star-Lord demanded, his foot into Lancer’s face, kicking at the creature in an attempt to knock it off of his legs. He was starting to swerve and spiral out of control, and realized that if he didn’t get this twerp off of him, he was going to crash.
Ended Scribble-verse
For a long while, Maxwell had struggled with confusion. Most of this confusion originated from one question, and that question was- why him?
It had been a while since the world itself came crashing down for him. It was a long story, and not one he liked to remember. It’s not like there was much harm in remembering it, though, so he wasn’t sure why it hurt so bad.
He’d been a regular kid with a big family, though he was closest to his twin sister Lily. They’d always been close, since birth as their parents put it, and things had been going well for the family.
That is, until Maxwell and Lily’s twelfth birthday. It’d started like any other birthday. Cake, balloons, all the cliches one could ever hope for. But things took a turn when it was time to open presents.
Maxwell could still remember traces of the overwhelming excitement when he and Lilly had torn through the wrapping paper. Lilly had gotten to her gift first, revealing it to be a simple globe... or so it seemed. She was quite disappointed at first, until mother had explained to her that the globe was actually a teleportation device.
Maxwell’s gift was equally disappointing. At first, it just looked like a simple notebook with a star on it, along with a pencil. He was, at first, okay with the gift. It wasn’t like he hated writing and drawing, but Lily’s gift seemed notably superior. That is, until their father explained the capabilities of the notebook and pencil.
Whatever was written down came to life.
And that wasn’t limited to nouns, either. Adjectives also came true. After that day, one of Maxwell’s favorite activities was to make sentient food items and place googly eyes on them. Yes, he had a lot of fun with that book, but with great power came a growing sense of mischief. Often, people would come to Maxwell so he could solve their problems with his notebook.
At first, Maxwell’s pranks were harmless. He’d give people who requested a pear a green apple, or give their shoes the ‘damp’ adjective. Soon, though, the pressure in having a book that altered reality began to make him... well, he started losing his sense of right and wrong, admittedly.
But then things went too far. He and Lily had been out in the fields one day, when they were approached by an old man. He claimed to be hungry, and asked for some food. Maxwell jumped to the rescue... well, not really. He created and gave the old man an apple, but didn’t tell him that he’d applied the ‘rotten’ adjective. The second the old man bit into the squishy apply, his nostrils flared and his eyes widened in anger.
What happened after that was a blur. As punishment for Maxwell’s prank, the old man pulled from his pocket a wand, and yelled some strange words. He cursed Lily, which Maxwell soon realized. Lily’s feet turned to stone, and the stone slowly began to creep up her body. Maxwell quickly began to panic, applying adjectives like ‘cured’ and ‘uncursed’ to Lily. It didn’t work. The old man muttered something about Starites as he walked away.
Maxwell didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t go to his parents, they’d take the notebook for sure. But he wasn’t about to ditch Lily and let her become a statue, either.
He struggled to find an answer for a while, before coming acoss an old passage in one of his father’s old notebooks.
In all my years of researching treasures and adventuring throughout many lands, I should note that the STARITES are the most powerful item known to man. Starites are virtually useless, technically, until a large quantity are in the same place. If enough gather, it’s proven that they will bring the user great power. Starites seem to appear when someone is very, very happy, though their appearance also stems from the aspect of helping others. More research must be conducted!
-M
Maxwell made up his mind right then and there. If he gathered enough starites, perhaps he could reverse that old man’s magic.
And so he did just that. Maxwell set out. He left home in order to gather starites. Lily gave her brother her teleportation globe- her most cherished possession. Maxwell thanked her, and promised her that he’d save her from the fate that old man had doomed her to.
He arrived in a large city soon, thanks to the power of the globe. The city was full of people who needed help, so Maxwell set out to do good deeds. He helped people get rid of roaches, he helped people inflate kiddie pools, and even stopped a bank heist. He quickly began accumulating starites, and at around ten, he went back to see if he could help Lily.
No. It didn’t work. And Lily was turning to stone more and more by the hour- so Maxwell kept helping people, gathering starite after starite. Only once he found around two hundred did he save Lily.
He’d believed that the stress was over- he didn’t have to save his sister anymore. The deed was done, he’d finished his task and fixed everything. He and his sister weren’t tied down to a life of misery.
...Or so he thought. The moment Lily’s body was restored, and the color of grey faded, Maxwell... passed out.
And when he came to, he was standing in front of an old man, Lily at his side. The old man looked angry, and had a brownish apple in his hand. No... could it be? Was reality toying with Maxwell?
This was his life now, actually. Every time Maxwell finished his task, the world would hit the rewind button and he’d have to start at the beginning.
Well, not the beginning. He had to start at the point at which that old jerk had just bitten into the rotten apple, and there was nothing Maxwell could do about it.
He tried and tried to change the path his life was now doomed to walk, and repeated the same scenarios dozens upon dozens of times. Dark thoughts had began to form in his head- why was he the one who had to do this? Just because of one prank, his life was now... well, ruined, to put it lightly. Reliving the same miserable task again and again really does something to a person.
Why? Why was HE the one who was being punished like this? Surely, there were people out there who would have done far worse to the old man, but instead, a twelve year old with a love of mischief had been caught in the trap.
Maxwell’s patience began to wear thin. Everyone around him was spitting in his face. Suddenly, nobody was able to do their jobs. Firefighters, instead of dousing fires, would wait for a kid with a notebook to save the day. And it was like that everywhere, too. It soon dawned on Maxwell that his task was saving the whole world over and over. And that was a lot of pressure.
And what happens when you put things under a lot of pressure?
They break.
He was the only one who had to suffer like this. Reality itself taunted him by putting the world’s tasks on his shoulders. As Maxwell’s patience decreased, so did his sense of morality. At first, to help a firefighter, he would have extinguished a fire. But after a while, he would simple explode the building, leaving nothing to douse.
And then, finally, Maxwell lost it. After the one hundredth rewind, he decided that he was done with being a pawn, a toy, a slave to the cold reality. He was tired of it. Tired of living the same life again and again.
When he saw the old man yelling again, Maxwell immediately conjured a greatsword and applied ‘poisoned’ to it. Maxwell snatched the sword, before promptly shoving it through the man’s chest. The old man had clearly not been expecting such violence, and fell to the ground, dead.
Lily looked shocked at her brother’s actions, and killing the old man seemed to accelarate the magic. She was a statue in mere seconds.
Maxwell had seen his sister as a statue a hundred times now, so he wasn’t too bothered by it. He knew she wasn’t dead, but she wasn’t exactly in her ideal form. He unzipped his magic backpack, which was capable of holding many items, regardless of weight or size. He placed the statue in his backpack, zipped it up, and proceeded to walk over to the old man’s corpse.
There had to be something that could reverse the man’s magic permanantly. There had to be a way Maxwell and his sister could live a normal life. There had to be a way, and he was going to find it, even if it meant exploration of new universes.
Maxwell proceeded to go on a destruction spree. He broke the limits of the notebook. Instead of being limited to words in the dictionary, he could conjure items from pure imagination. First, he created a ‘mass-descruction cannon’ and proceeded to wipe out city after city, land after land. Slowly, he destroyed the entire planet and more. He continued to blast and explode everything he saw, including other planets. He was in total control, and it felt great. It felt... natural, almost. Maybe it was just excitement stemming from the concept of doing something different for a change.
This universe was finished. Maxwell had turned the tables- reality was HIS slave now. Everything was gone. The sun, the stars, and even the concept of existence itself. It was just him.
Finally, the deed was done. Even if he failed in his mission, things wouldn’t restart back here again. He pulled his notebook out, before slowly writing something down.
‘TEAR BETWEEN UNIVERSES’
Suddenly, a vortex appeared, ready to escort Maxwell to a new universe. This time, things would be different. He’d do things right this time. He’d write his own story.
Before he stepped into the vortex, a voice echoed through his head. It sounded a lot like his father.
‘Your power will be limited in other dimensions. Would you like to proceed anyways?’
...
It was worth it.
He went into the vortex.
...
Noah
Fort Camelot (Front Gate)
Noah swallowed. He was usually good at keeping his cool, but having a sword poking at his back was far from ideal, as one would imagine. Then he remembered- this was a game. A simulation. A weird one, yes, but he was in no real danger. He relaxed a bit, eyeing his device and deck. Those... well, he hoped they’d be treated well. That deck had belonged to him for a while. He’d actually gotten it from his mother, many years ago. Before she’d passed away.
He remembered the day vividly. His mother had taken notice of Noah’s sadness throughout the day, and decided to ask about it.
She’d walked into the young Noah’s room to find him laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“Noah?” she said calmly, approaching him and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I must say, this new behavior is saddening. You’re usually so upbeat and happy.”
Noah blinked. “It’s nothing,” he replied.
“Noah, tell me what’s wrong. Did something happen at school?”
Noah knew he couldn’t hide anything from his mother. She was a police officer, and was a master of interrogation... Noah at his young age hadn’t a clue what that meant, but he did know that he couldn’t keep secrets from her.
“All the other kids at school have those new Duel Monsters decks,” Noah stated. “I don’t understand the game at all. I tried making a deck, but I lost so many times... all the other kids wouldn’t stop laughing at me.”
Noah’s mother frowned. “Duel Monsters, hm?”
“You and dad know how to play that game, don’t you? You have decks. Could you teach me how to play?” Noah quickly sat upright, excited just at the thought. His mother chuckled.
“Of course I will,” she replied.
And she kept her promise. Over the next few days, she explained the game to Noah. Monster cards, spell cards, trap cards, flip effects... and with how smart Noah was, especially for his age, he soon got the hang of it. But his deck was still laughable, and he couldn’t defeat any of the other kids at school.
His mother helped him yet again. She assisted him in constructing a deck of fairy monsters, and taught him to use cards that compliment eachother. He was admittedly embarassed at the thought of dueling with fairies. He’d be a joke.
But that thought changed when his mother handed him a card. A spell- a field spell, to be exact.
“Noah, this card is called ‘Santuary in the Sky,’ and it will protect you in a tight spot,” his mother explained. “When you play it, think of me. I’ll always protect you, Noah. Don’t forget that, alright?”
Noah blinked. “Um... Mom, you know this is a card game, right?”
Noah’s mother laughed. “Alright, kid, you just earned yourself a one way ticket to noogieville.”
Nanashi
Camelot Clearing
“Demons are complex beings,” Nanashi stated in reply to Sam, ignoring the new arrival. Frankly, strangers were appearing so fast that he wasn’t even willing to pretend to be shocked.
“No two demons are exactly alike. They differ in species, appearance, behavior, and tolerance. Some demons are passive, but it’s usually rare to meet a demon who will be kind to you right away. My hometown, Tokyo, is flooded with demons, who are constantly wreaking havoc. It’s my job, as one of Tokyo’s hunters, to exterminate the demons that cause my people trouble.”
He raised his arm, revealing his smartphone. “This is called a smartphone. Hunters use them to summon and fuse demons that agree to work by their side. I myself, have a number of demons I can summon at the press of a button.”
He tapped on his smartphone, and a small creature appeared in Nanashi’s hand. It sort of looked like a large rat with yellow, spiky fur.
“This demon is called ‘Chagrin.’ Like all demons, he has unique capabilites and powers,” Nanashi stated.
Minotaur
Minotaur chuckled lightly as Susie retrieved her axe, and proceeded to slam his fist into the ground below. A small crack in the ground appeared below Susie, before slowly beginning to widen.
Minotaur glared, before standing and preparing to attack again if the fissure wasn’t enough to get rid of Susie.
Star-Lord
“Get OFF you little gremlin!” Star-Lord demanded, his foot into Lancer’s face, kicking at the creature in an attempt to knock it off of his legs. He was starting to swerve and spiral out of control, and realized that if he didn’t get this twerp off of him, he was going to crash.
Name: Akame, Bakugou, Dipper, Erza, Finn & Jake, Raven, Star
Location: Warzone
Erza shifted into her Clear Heart Clothing as she just avoided the hook Bershov shot at her, Erza aimed to use it as a path as she charged forward at the cable that connected the hook back to him. Her Clear Heart Clothing had among her highest raw attack & cutting power at the cost of defense, as she aimed to deliver a power strike to try and slice the base of his suit.
Naturally, she scowled. Seems her words fell on deaf ears when it came to the dinosaur conjurer who now not only continued to get involved in this but also seemed to be troubling another of the newer allies. All a pain, but Erza focused on Bershov...
Clang!
Akame backed up, her fit skit along the blood-soaked ground of fallen Soviet infantry as her recent attempt at a kill strike had been blocked by one Infantry Solider; as Akame glanced ahead her crimson eyes frowned as they took note of what appeared to be some sort of plasma blade that had held off Murasame, an Imperial Arms, which was no small feat. He had not been along, as another figured with his own plasma blade emerged as they seemed to be a melee pair among the infantry.
Akame noted that they wore heavy body armor which meant she could not skate by on a casual cut. Akame readied herself as she clashed with the pair as Murasame and their plasma blades traded blows.
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"Damn nerd, don't you dare try to get ahead of me!" Bakugou cursed, as quickly he prepared to blast towards and ahead of where Deku had shot towards, only for what appeared to be a mecha unit that crashed in front of him.
"Out of my war you piece of junk!" Bakugou yelled out as he charged at the mecha, only for it to shine blinding lights from the front shoulders which momentarily stunned him before a loud "smack" was head as the mecha punched Bakugou which knocked him across the ground with a violent thud. Right next to Finn & Jake, as Bakugou scowled at the pair without even having turned to face them.
"If either you or your mutt try to help me I'll kill you understand?" Bakugou asked with his usual temperament.
"Uh, look dude we've got our own problems." Jake countered, as indeed a second mecha had appeared in front of Jake & Finn as the two had been sandwiched together.
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Which left the other tanks momentarily freed as they began to open fire on the field; from Deku to Bowser and the new arrivals to the werewolf they aimed to rain round after round after round as they desperate tried to cut down the enemy forces and blast them to hell.
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Dipper himself was panicked out of his mind, as he scanned through the journal's pages but found nothing of use here, and his reading had been interrupted as a Soviet solider let out a cry and aimed his rifle at Dipper who dove behind a rock for cover.
Name: Hiro
Location: Specter's Fortress
Woosh!
Hiro recalled the Keyblade as Total Eclipse appeared back on his hands, before he glanced as a section of the ship's haul broke apart and began to fall away while Timeman seemed to move the warship even higher up.
Hiro groaned, as he noted Master Chief seemed to be free falling. And decided to act as he'd call on a familiar friend as he held his Keyblade up once more.
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Name: Kale
Location: Specter's Ship
Seeing Hiro, along with Hunter, Chief and even Flynn in a battle for their lives had caused Kale's heart to sink and her body to shake in place. Once more, she was in a situation where people she cared about had been in trouble and she was unable to do a thing to help them. Kale had not even heard Specter's words as she tuned everything out while she looked on with a horror-filled expression. All her friends, people kind to her in this time of confusion and fear in another world, their lives were at stake and yet here she stood unable to help. Only reliant on Specter's possible will but she lost her voice. Pathetic, that's what she was.
"N-no....stop this....stop this....stop this..."
Kale mumbled to herself, as her body began to tense up. The air around her began to warm up. Air was pushed to the side as something began to build up within Kale; this slight aura, greater than any shown before as her teeth clinched and her hands balled into fists. A spark shot out from her body as some internal power began to leak out. One tied to her duress and emotional instability, but whether this was a leak that could be patched up or if the flood gates seemed ready to open was hard to tell.
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Name: Caulifla
Location: Camelot (Castle)
"What technique? That Super Saiyan thingy?" Caulifla asked, with her interest well noted as she seemed curious about the technique Cabba had picked up on. Before she heard King Sonic and his rather rude attendant make their presence known as Caulifla shot a glare at the latter.
"Listen buddy I don't care if he is king of the universe I don't bow to anyone you got it?" Caulifla said with firm resolve as she made her point emphatically clear.
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Name: Yang
Location: Camelot (Outskirts/Mountainside)
"Yeah, "tired" my behind. Something is bugging you. Why you don't feel like sharing is the real issue, I don't think just telling us is gonna cause any problems." Yang said, as she had kept close to Ruby and Tony and had picked up on her sister's question. Indeed, Yang could sense something was
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Name: Toph
Location: Goldenwalk
Toph smirked as she felt the first step of one of the soldiers charge for her, her seismic sense picked up the action and already allowed her a seamless counter before he got close; as in a swift motion she twisted her right foot which would look to isolate the ground just around the soldier as she aimed to pull the ground of the spot he would step on next and try to stretch his legs apart for splits.
If successful, Toph would stomp the ground and shoot a slab from the ground aimed for his back, her aim would be to smack the soldier and extend the slab right towards Cecil.
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Name: Lucario
Location: Goldenwalk
Lucario cut between Riot and Thor as he channeled up some of his aura and fired a powerful Aura Sphere aimed right for the symbiote. Lucario had no love loss for Thor or the humans, but this creature and its two Auras had disturbed the Aura Pokemon and he made it a vow to dispose of this abomination then and there.
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Name: Blake & Weiss
Location: ???
Weiss let out a groan, but given a look from Blake she let out a sigh and reluctantly began to rub the blood on her dress. She just managed to hold back the urge to puke, but worked to mask her scent making a mental note to pay this guy back dearly for this if the opportunity ever arose.
"Well, we need to be mindful of other threats beyond Goblins. Who knows what else we'll find here. Bottom line is we need answers of where we are." Blake said to the group as she finished applying the blood as did Weiss. Her faced paled and all.
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Name: Kyuseishu & Gilgamesh
Location: ???
"Well, this guy has style and knows how to make an entrance. I think you should take notes, so that you might escape being such a boring stiff." Gilgamesh replied with a tease, as Kyuseishu remained focus on the new voice who seemed to curiously hint that he knew who they were. In a flash, Kyuseishu's Keyblade shinned bright which produced this powerful light on his side of the room which clashed with the mysterious owner's darkness....though it did not intrude to obscure his hidden figure within the shadows. To add to it, he formed a light construct of an elevated throne seat for himself as to better get on eye level with the mysterious figure.
For Gilgamesh, he made a children's stool. Which caused the weapon collector to kick it violently to the side as he scowled at Kyuseishu whose mask-covered face stared intently as the flame-illuminated shadows ahead of him.
"I've never been a fan of the dark, apologies for adding some light to the room. I take it you are the one behind these dimensional disturbances? I suppose the questions of most significance would be who are you and how you are familiar with us?" Kyuseishu asked as they seemed basic enough questions to begin with.
Location: Warzone
Erza shifted into her Clear Heart Clothing as she just avoided the hook Bershov shot at her, Erza aimed to use it as a path as she charged forward at the cable that connected the hook back to him. Her Clear Heart Clothing had among her highest raw attack & cutting power at the cost of defense, as she aimed to deliver a power strike to try and slice the base of his suit.
Naturally, she scowled. Seems her words fell on deaf ears when it came to the dinosaur conjurer who now not only continued to get involved in this but also seemed to be troubling another of the newer allies. All a pain, but Erza focused on Bershov...
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Across the battlefield the Soviet front lines had been severed, and it appeared they were on their last legs. But as a wounded animal backed into a corner fought its hardest. So too did the Soviet forces that remained as they made one last push with their best units left to play.Clang!
Akame backed up, her fit skit along the blood-soaked ground of fallen Soviet infantry as her recent attempt at a kill strike had been blocked by one Infantry Solider; as Akame glanced ahead her crimson eyes frowned as they took note of what appeared to be some sort of plasma blade that had held off Murasame, an Imperial Arms, which was no small feat. He had not been along, as another figured with his own plasma blade emerged as they seemed to be a melee pair among the infantry.
Akame noted that they wore heavy body armor which meant she could not skate by on a casual cut. Akame readied herself as she clashed with the pair as Murasame and their plasma blades traded blows.
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"Bah....I won't let these Capitalist Pigs make a mockery of us!"
A soviet soldier, having been in a crashed turret gunner with blood that dripped down the side of his face, managed to stay alive as he glanced ahead of his immediate legion. What he saw was Raven & Star working in tandem to drive the legion back who had been caught flat footed. The Soviet soldier grit hit teeth, as he escaped the driver's seat and moved over to the turret. "Bah....I won't let these Capitalist Pigs make a mockery of us!"
Crack!
And with his pure brute strength, ripped the gatling gun from the stand it had been attached to as he walked over and began to open fire on Star & Raven. Quickly Raven formed a barrier of her own dark magic as the two hid themselves behind it, as the Soviet's bold charge seemed to inspire the rest of the damaged legion as they fired in suit to pressure Star who herself fired Narwhal blasts back but they were now the wins pinned back.
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"Damn nerd, don't you dare try to get ahead of me!" Bakugou cursed, as quickly he prepared to blast towards and ahead of where Deku had shot towards, only for what appeared to be a mecha unit that crashed in front of him.
"Out of my war you piece of junk!" Bakugou yelled out as he charged at the mecha, only for it to shine blinding lights from the front shoulders which momentarily stunned him before a loud "smack" was head as the mecha punched Bakugou which knocked him across the ground with a violent thud. Right next to Finn & Jake, as Bakugou scowled at the pair without even having turned to face them.
"If either you or your mutt try to help me I'll kill you understand?" Bakugou asked with his usual temperament.
"Uh, look dude we've got our own problems." Jake countered, as indeed a second mecha had appeared in front of Jake & Finn as the two had been sandwiched together.
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"Die infidel!"
A certain magic pony that had been on a tear among their tank lines was in for a rude encounter, as a mecha unit charged at her and fired several shoulder missiles her direction as clearly the solider aimed to remove the threat that depleated their thank lines.
Which left the other tanks momentarily freed as they began to open fire on the field; from Deku to Bowser and the new arrivals to the werewolf they aimed to rain round after round after round as they desperate tried to cut down the enemy forces and blast them to hell.
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Dipper himself was panicked out of his mind, as he scanned through the journal's pages but found nothing of use here, and his reading had been interrupted as a Soviet solider let out a cry and aimed his rifle at Dipper who dove behind a rock for cover.
-----------Name: Hiro
Location: Specter's Fortress
Woosh!
Hiro groaned, as he noted Master Chief seemed to be free falling. And decided to act as he'd call on a familiar friend as he held his Keyblade up once more.
"Summon!"
Hiro called fourth Hercules' Pegasus, and a quick command has the winged horse fly down to where Chief had been falling as the aim was to try and catch the Spartan before he'd splatter on the ground. Hiro himself used his Pixie Dust and began to fly over to where Timeman and Cutman had been locked in battle as he aimed to fire support fire in the form of literal fireballs.
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Name: Kale
Location: Specter's Ship
Seeing Hiro, along with Hunter, Chief and even Flynn in a battle for their lives had caused Kale's heart to sink and her body to shake in place. Once more, she was in a situation where people she cared about had been in trouble and she was unable to do a thing to help them. Kale had not even heard Specter's words as she tuned everything out while she looked on with a horror-filled expression. All her friends, people kind to her in this time of confusion and fear in another world, their lives were at stake and yet here she stood unable to help. Only reliant on Specter's possible will but she lost her voice. Pathetic, that's what she was.
Just pathetic, weak small....
"N-no....stop this....stop this....stop this..."
Kale mumbled to herself, as her body began to tense up. The air around her began to warm up. Air was pushed to the side as something began to build up within Kale; this slight aura, greater than any shown before as her teeth clinched and her hands balled into fists. A spark shot out from her body as some internal power began to leak out. One tied to her duress and emotional instability, but whether this was a leak that could be patched up or if the flood gates seemed ready to open was hard to tell.
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Name: Caulifla
Location: Camelot (Castle)
"What technique? That Super Saiyan thingy?" Caulifla asked, with her interest well noted as she seemed curious about the technique Cabba had picked up on. Before she heard King Sonic and his rather rude attendant make their presence known as Caulifla shot a glare at the latter.
"Listen buddy I don't care if he is king of the universe I don't bow to anyone you got it?" Caulifla said with firm resolve as she made her point emphatically clear.
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Name: Yang
Location: Camelot (Outskirts/Mountainside)
"Yeah, "tired" my behind. Something is bugging you. Why you don't feel like sharing is the real issue, I don't think just telling us is gonna cause any problems." Yang said, as she had kept close to Ruby and Tony and had picked up on her sister's question. Indeed, Yang could sense something was
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Name: Toph
Location: Goldenwalk
Toph smirked as she felt the first step of one of the soldiers charge for her, her seismic sense picked up the action and already allowed her a seamless counter before he got close; as in a swift motion she twisted her right foot which would look to isolate the ground just around the soldier as she aimed to pull the ground of the spot he would step on next and try to stretch his legs apart for splits.
If successful, Toph would stomp the ground and shoot a slab from the ground aimed for his back, her aim would be to smack the soldier and extend the slab right towards Cecil.
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Name: Lucario
Location: Goldenwalk
Lucario cut between Riot and Thor as he channeled up some of his aura and fired a powerful Aura Sphere aimed right for the symbiote. Lucario had no love loss for Thor or the humans, but this creature and its two Auras had disturbed the Aura Pokemon and he made it a vow to dispose of this abomination then and there.
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Name: Blake & Weiss
Location: ???
Weiss let out a groan, but given a look from Blake she let out a sigh and reluctantly began to rub the blood on her dress. She just managed to hold back the urge to puke, but worked to mask her scent making a mental note to pay this guy back dearly for this if the opportunity ever arose.
"Well, we need to be mindful of other threats beyond Goblins. Who knows what else we'll find here. Bottom line is we need answers of where we are." Blake said to the group as she finished applying the blood as did Weiss. Her faced paled and all.
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Name: Kyuseishu & Gilgamesh
Location: ???
"Well, this guy has style and knows how to make an entrance. I think you should take notes, so that you might escape being such a boring stiff." Gilgamesh replied with a tease, as Kyuseishu remained focus on the new voice who seemed to curiously hint that he knew who they were. In a flash, Kyuseishu's Keyblade shinned bright which produced this powerful light on his side of the room which clashed with the mysterious owner's darkness....though it did not intrude to obscure his hidden figure within the shadows. To add to it, he formed a light construct of an elevated throne seat for himself as to better get on eye level with the mysterious figure.
For Gilgamesh, he made a children's stool. Which caused the weapon collector to kick it violently to the side as he scowled at Kyuseishu whose mask-covered face stared intently as the flame-illuminated shadows ahead of him.
"I've never been a fan of the dark, apologies for adding some light to the room. I take it you are the one behind these dimensional disturbances? I suppose the questions of most significance would be who are you and how you are familiar with us?" Kyuseishu asked as they seemed basic enough questions to begin with.
Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Specter
Location: Specter’s Ship
*WRRRRR!!!!!!*
The alarm sounded as energy levels began to increase in the room. Usually the alarm sounded when a warhead had damaged the hull nearby, leaving energy emissions. But it became abundantly clear this was not the case. Energy radiated from Kale, something similar to Specter’s energy himself. The reading were higher than that of the data collected from both Hiro and Doomslayer!
“This power...!” Specter marveled. “Calm down Kale, you’ve got a decision to make. You can save them with just a flick of a switch.”
Unsure of what else to say other than the truth, he signaled to two drones on the edge of the room. They whirred to life and had begun to collect reading of the energy at work here. Specter himself tapped a few buttons on his chair, but still holding his position and ground to Kale, to whom he thought could still be reasoned with
Location: Specter’s Ship
*WRRRRR!!!!!!*
The alarm sounded as energy levels began to increase in the room. Usually the alarm sounded when a warhead had damaged the hull nearby, leaving energy emissions. But it became abundantly clear this was not the case. Energy radiated from Kale, something similar to Specter’s energy himself. The reading were higher than that of the data collected from both Hiro and Doomslayer!
“This power...!” Specter marveled. “Calm down Kale, you’ve got a decision to make. You can save them with just a flick of a switch.”
Unsure of what else to say other than the truth, he signaled to two drones on the edge of the room. They whirred to life and had begun to collect reading of the energy at work here. Specter himself tapped a few buttons on his chair, but still holding his position and ground to Kale, to whom he thought could still be reasoned with
Battlefield
"Don't these guys know when to quit." Variant Fox said. He then switched to his Accuracy Variant, Target. He fired a railgun. He fired shot after shot at the enemy. Danny fired an ectoplasmic energy blast at the guy who had aimed a gun at Dipper. Ali aimed a sonic howl at some of the Soviets that were firing at Shayna.
"Don't these guys know when to quit." Variant Fox said. He then switched to his Accuracy Variant, Target. He fired a railgun. He fired shot after shot at the enemy. Danny fired an ectoplasmic energy blast at the guy who had aimed a gun at Dipper. Ali aimed a sonic howl at some of the Soviets that were firing at Shayna.
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Doomslayer
Containment Sphere
Was that what this was? Fate? A recycling theme? Flynn wasn't entirely positive on the concept, though it was entirely plausible. Trapped once because he was too much of a hassle, only to break out much later, and kill those who locked him up. This was a similar story, here. He'd end up breaking out of this sphere, and when he did, he'd take out that clock clown and his monkey boyfriend. But how was he to get out?
...
Flynn was coming up with nothing, though he could see things now. Still trapped within the bubble, it was out in the open. Was possible one of the others could attempt to shatter the bubble, or pull the Slayer out, but as he watched, this seemed unlikely. They were all preoccupied. Getting Flynn out would merely be an inconvenience.
So he decided to take matters into his own hands. For the first time since entering containment, he began to struggle. He could feel himself wiggle against the invisible energy constraints. After a few tries of wriggling about, he could start to make out some width of wiggle room he had. A few hair-width in all directions. Perfect. Summoning his inner strength, he began to try and move, and found that he could slowly began bending his appendages, but even as he grit his teeth to will himself faster, he could only feel more resistance on his body. After a few more minutes, he gave up on this. Whatever this field was, it was pretty damn powerful.
And that's when a new idea struck the Slayer. An awful idea. Awful for him, at the very least. He hated himself for even conjuring up the thought, but it was necessary. He needed out of this bubble. It had taken some alone time for Flynn to sort things out, but he was beginning to realize something. The others weren't slowing him down. Well, in a sense they were, but really, he wanted to help them. It had been so long since he'd had companions, and having them again... Just hadn't settled in.
Closing his eyes, Flynn delved deep inside of his psyche, trying to pull out some long buried memories and images. Something that could really awaken that burning, boiling torment of hell in his gut.
And after a few moments, he found it.
It had been the day she'd died. Earth was under attack, and they were doing their best to fend the demonic invasion, but their position was quickly getting overwhelmed. They'd thought they'd seen a lot of Demons back on Mars and its moons. Oh, how wrong they were. The legions of demons that came through swarmed through every defense it encountered, leaving Fly and Arlene as the last obstacle for the demons. Civilians were still trying to evacuate the cities, and the demons were closing in. Fly knew they couldn't save them all, but like hell he wasn't gonna try. Pumping his combat shotgun, he'd run head-first at the demons, weaving around different colors of hell fire, ducking under Baron swipes, continually pumping his shotgun, merging lead with the demons' very bodies.
It was his foolishness that had done it. Arlene and Fly always had each others backs, but due to him taking off, he'd left her undefended. As this thought crossed his mind, he quickly turned around in time to watch as a Baron ripped her body in half, spraying the ground with her blood and innards.
That was when he'd first tapped into that rage. That inner demon of his own. May as well fight fire with fire, right? Everything had gone red, not out of anger, but out of blood, as he tossed his weapon aside and proceeded to Rip and Tear through every demon he could get his hands on.
He didn't have time to mourn her. He left her body there to rot as he continued his campaign against hell, growing more and more distant with his humanity each passing day. Now, here, he was offered the chance of it again, and if a couple of cartoonish freaks thought they'd take this from him, they had no idea how wrong they were.
Fueled with his burning desire and determination at doing for the others what he never could for her, and with the memory of her lifeless torso lying on the ground burned fresh into his mind once again, he felt it. The familiar rush of surging adrenaline, his veins felt like molten lead as his blood pumped faster, his body shaking. The power surge he felt was immense, and due to his Praetor suit being able to harness this energy, and utilize it with argent energy, he wasted no time, as he didn't have a lot of that.
Almost as though he weren't even restrained, Flynn brought his armored hands to the edge of the bubble, and began to violently and roughly pierce his finger through it. Even with his greatly enhanced strength, this was still a chore, but after a second or two wasted, he had his hands through, and he proceeded to throw both of his arms opposite each other, ripping the sphere in half, effectively cutting off whatever beam it was firing.
This lead Flynn to begin falling, but he was ready.
8 seconds. He'd wasted his rage, but at least he was out. He wouldn't be quite as combat efficient, but it wasn't like he'd just sit it out and claim he was pooped.. He whipped out his Super Shotgun, firing the grappling hook at the ship upon his fall, and getting a hold of it, before pressing the second trigger. The weapon violently reeled in the Slayer, launching him onto its deck.
Landing on his back, the Doomslayer rolled, spinning about before leaping up onto his feet, and raising his Super Shotgun, aiming at the first target he found, which just so happened to be your not-so friendly neighborhood clock-ass. Flynn could only hope none of his allies would obliviously wander into the path of this blast. 16 pellets, all designed to tear through body armor, he fired.
Doubting this would put a complete stop to Timeman, Flynn went ahead and mentally prepared his next course of action.
Master Chief
Specter's Fortress
With his plasma rifle, or whatever it was, magnetized to his back, John was simply free-falling his way down, before taking note that he'd been shaded by something descending with him. A quick glance over his shoulder told him what it was. A winged, frosty white horse soaring its way down to him. Now, these were supposed to be mythical creatures of legend, and John was familiar with them. He could recall the AI Déjà teaching them lessons involving wolves, Greek empires, and Gods. It had all been fascinating fiction and non-fiction, but as the day continued to lengthen on, the definition of 'fiction' seemed to become a looser and looser concept.
If it wasn't loose already.
Pegasus was unable to reach the Chief first, as the ground was already too close. Chief prepped his legs for the landing as best as he could. Spartans could easily survive falls from that height, but it wasn't uncommon for one to get a few broken bones on impact.
WHAM!
His boots slammed into the metal ground, all of his weight immediately being pushed back so as to stop him from bending himself backward. For just a moment, the Spartan 'sat' in the air, almost appearing as though he were doing a squat, before standing back up to his full height as Pegasus landed on the platform beside him, panting.
John looked up to find he was, obviously, quite a ways down. He'd need to find a way back up, and he wasn't exactly sure of the Pegasus could hold his weight, despite it continually nudging his hand to get his attention.
Sgt. Johnson
New Mombasa Airport
Avery's eyes shot open as he leaned forward in his seat, his heart beating at a rapid pace. He'd fallen asleep, somehow, in the cockpit. He was still at the airport. Johnson stared out of the window for a few moments, before letting out a sigh and rubbing his eyes. He was finally beginning to get used to his current situation. It had been overwhelming originally, but now, it was annoying and inconvenient. He was still surprised that the Flood had managed to take over Earth as quickly as it had. The UNSC and the Covenant had been powerless to stop them, and with that, the universe seemingly collapsed in on itself. Nothing felt like it mattered, bringing Avery to begin questioning why he was surviving at all in the first place. What was the point.
To get to Chicago.
The thought flitted across Johnson's mind, and he closed his eyes. Even though that was his goal, it didn't seem really worth achieving anymore. The Flood had everything, and he had nothing but his wits and his roughneck spirit. But even though the odds were against him, here he still was, aboard a Pelican. He could still leave for Chicago.
Feeling inspired once again, Johnson quickly attempted to activate the Pelican.
...
It didn't work.
Gritting his teeth, Johnson came to the realization that the damn thing probably wasn't fueled up. He let out a sigh as his feeling of inspiration slowly crept away. Now he needed to find gas for it. Just when things were looking up for him. He knew he shouldn't have gotten optimistic. He'd jinxed his luck.
Keyes, Blakes, Fisk, Javier, Whitaker
Insurrection Stronghold
Whitaker led the group down the corridor, eventually reaching an end, which came in the form of a high security blast door, which hissed open upon approach. "How'd it all fall?" Whitaker asked as they walked, coming out of the corridor and entering a facility that felt just about too constricted with its thin white halls and yellow overhead lights.
"Happened outta nowhere. The Covenant broke out into civil war, and some of them joined us." Miranda explained. "Then the Flood, they just came out of nowhere and took over, consuming everyone and everything they came across, dead or alive." The Commander shuddered slightly. "Small group of us fought out way to a Condor. Us four were the only ones who made it out."
Whitaker gave a simple nod at this, giving no reply as he led the team through winding white halls, occasionally passing an Insurrection soldier here and there.
Carolina, Church, Utah
Stolen UNSC Cargo Ship
"C'mon. You really don't remember me?" The Freelancer let out a chuckle as he shifted on his feet, staring at Carolina. "Not a lot of living Freelancers to pick from, so I'll let you handle the guesswork."
"Wait, you're that guy who got the domed energy shield stuck around his head and almost suffocated, right?" Carolina asked, cocking her head to this side. This clearly seemed to tick off the agent, as he took a step forward. "Hey, listen, I did cool stuff too, y'know. I mean, c'mon. Is that seriously what I'm gonna be known by?"
"Pretty much." Carolina replied, raising her Plasma Rifles once again. "I'd change it to 'remembered by', though." Utah shrugged the grenade launcher from its resting position on his shoulder. "That was a lame ass threat and you know it. So you're just gonna fight me? No questions? 'Oh, hey, Utah, haven't seen you in a while. How's life been since I destroyed Project Freelancer'?" Agent Utah put on a mock voice for the end of his sentence, trying to get under Carolina's skin. "The answer is awful, Carolina. My life has been awful since you brought down the program."
"Clearly. So why are you assisting the Insurrection?" Carolina asked, keeping her rifles trained on Utah, waiting for the precise moment to strike. "It benefited me the most." Utah answered. "I mean, the UNSC aren't all that great on its personnel, but these guys? We take what the UNSC has to offer, and then some. It's a lot better this way, trust me."
"I don't trust anyone." Carolina replied coldly, before opening fire with her plasma rifles as she took off at a run toward Utah, who quickly dropped to a knee, getting under the hail of plasma fire, blasting another grenade at Carolina, who quickly changed her course, running toward the wall. Activating the magnetic enhancements in her boots, Carolina leaped onto the wall and raced along it, continuing to rain hell on Utah, who'd turned and dived past an archway to find cover, jamming another grenade into his launcher. "Didn't have to go this way, Carolina!" He called. "Hope you know that!"
Karkat, Vriska, Terezi, Eridan, Feferi, Sollux, Aradia, Equius, Nepeta, Kanaya, Tavros, Gamzee
SGRUB
"Karkat."
The Alternian troll furrowed his brow as he turned from his computer to look at the blind troll standing in the doorway to his quarters. "Ugh. What?" He asked her blandly, silently willing her to leave. The blind troll only smiled back at him, her red eyes hidden behind her red sunglasses, but even with her disability, she always gave off the impression that she could just see. Smirking, Terezi leaned to the side on her weapon. The Dragon Cane. The top had the design of a red dragon's head, and the cane could be split in two to act as two bladed weapons. Despite being blind, she always seemed to land a hit with the weapon.
"We're here." She simply told Karkat. "Grab your things. We're finally leaving." At these words, Karkat exited his stupor, eyes widening. "Wait, really?" He asked, Terezi giving him a nod in reply. Karkat, however, remained skeptical. "Are you trolling me?"
Terezi's ever-present grin widened, showing off her fangs. "Nope. Come see for yourself."
With that, she turned and left, allowing Karkat to quickly rush about his quarter, grabbing what little personal belongings he'd obtained during this wild adventure, before following Terezi out.
In the central 'lobby', as the others called it, Karkat regrouped with his friends. Well, most of them. Terezi, Vriska, Feferi, Eridan, Kanaya, Aradia, and Nepeta were all there, but they seemed to be missing Equius, Tavros, Gamzee and Sollux. Karkat made sure to not make eye contact with anybody, for fear it would arouse conversation, which he preferred to avoid. Sadly for him, conversation found the troll in the form of Nepeta excitedly turning to him. "Karkitty!" She greeted, her high pitched voice making Karkat cringe. "What." He replied irritably. "It's really happening!" She immediately began to chat away with the unresponsive Karkat.
"When we 'fur'st got here, I thought it was im'paws'ible to win, but now we're here! It's really happening! It's 'fur' real!" As she finished that, she began to purr excitedly. Regardless of his current treatment of her, Karkat had a soft spot for Nepeta. Everyone did. She was just the kind of troll you couldn't continue to hate, no matter how hard Karkat tried. Her constant use of cat puns and purring attributed to her given zodiac sign, as well as her lusus, which happened to be an oversized cat, according to Karkat's memory. The girl was obsessed with cats, roleplaying, and shipping.
And with Nepeta's excitement, Feferi's was close behind. It was hard to choose which one was more positively annoying, though Karkat would have to say Nepeta, considering Feferi knew how to relax, whereas Nepeta did not. "Oh! I know!" Feferi piped in. "All the enemies, and then the Black King!" She shuddered. "I'm surprised we made it at all."
Vriska turned to Feferi, giving a cocky grin. "I mean, why wouldn't we make it? You guys had me." Eridan chuckled at this, casting Vriska a glare. "We still would have managed without you. Just because you landed the last blow doesn't somehow make you superior to us." Vriska raised a brow, turning to face him, crossing her arms, one of which was robotic. "Really? I didn't see you contributing a whole lot. You what... shot his wing?"
At this, Eridan began to go violet in the face, but Feferi was quick to move in. "Eridan, calm down. You know she's just trying to mess with you." She offered. This entire interaction was something Karkat couldn't give two shits about. He was beginning to grow impatient waiting on those last four trolls, though his patience held, considering one of them was Gamzee, his Moirail. Another term for Moirail would be 'best friend', though Karkat had no idea what that meant.
Feferi and Eridan were both sea-dwelling trolls, and the top of the Alternian hierarchy when it came to blood. Each troll in their twelve-troll group had a different color of blood. Karkat's was candy red, a mutation of the color lime, and considered the lowest held blood color. His ancestors were the lowest members of society, and even when certain ones, like 'The Sufferer' stood up for the little guy, he just wound up dead in some pointless war. Terezi, who stood beside him, listening to the bickering with a grin, had teal blood. That was considered a higher class in society, as well as providing her with some pretty powerful psychic abilities. When it came to high bloods and low bloods, one of the key differences was psychic abilities and strength. The lower the blood, the stronger their psychic powers were. The higher the blood, the stronger they were physically, while also being still pretty damn powerful with psychic shit.
Karkat had no attributes to assist him, being a 'mutant'. He wasn't strong, and he wasn't psychic. He was just Karkat, and Karkat pissed Karkat off.
Nepeta had olive blood, middle class in society, but still held in relatively high regard. Not a lot actually were born with psychic powers, but some grew up to become pretty famous actors. Like Troll Will Smith. Everyone likes Troll Will Smith. Even Karkat likes Troll Will Smith.
Troll Will Smith everybody.
Vriska had the pleasure of having cerulean blood, one of the most psychically powerful bloods. Her lack of arm, and unmentioned missing eye, was due to some crap with Eridan, Terezi and Vriska that Karkat frankly didn't care about. All he knew was Vriska one day had a robotic arm and a mechanical eye, courtesy of Equius' handyman expertise. She'd always been a sort of creep, though that was probably due to her abusive lusus, who just so happened to be a 20 foot spider, which attributed to Vriska's love of anything spider-related.
Feferi and Eridan, as previously mentioned, were sea dwellers, and had the most royal of blood. Eridan's was Violet, meaning he was sort of the 'protector of the sea', and the first troll of the Fuchsia bloods, which is where Feferi came in. Fuchsia bloods weren't top barkbeasts for no reason, either. They were extremely powerful. Karkat had seen this first hand when Feferi had effortlessly dragged a 50 foot dead whale up the beach as a part of her 'mourning routine'. That had been a freaky day. Alongside this, they were pretty adept psychically too, completely on par with Cerulean blood.
The two other trolls to go without saying a word in this pointless argument were Kanaya and Aradia. Kanaya, because she didn't want to bother, and would only intervene if things got physical, and Aradia, who was an emotionless robot. Karkat had few people around he actually liked and cared about. Well, three, actually. Terezi, whom he couldn't help but feel attracted to, which repulsed him, his best invertebrother, Gamzee, and Kanaya, who'd always managed to be there for him. If not for Gamzee, Kanaya for sure would have been his Moirail. Or adoptive mother. He definitely held her very dear, though he'd never admit it aloud to her or anyone.
Aradia... Karkat honestly couldn't remember what she was like when she was alive and NOT a robot. He was pretty sure he didn't like her though. But who she was now? Cold, heartless and badass. Karkat didn't have a relationship with her prior, and he didn't now, so they never spoke anyway. He'd get too creeped out by her blank stare, anyway. As for how she was the 'real' Aradia was anyone's guess. Equius had simply built her a new body, and everybody just went along with it.
Kanaya's blood was of the color jade, which is actually a rather rare color, and were trolls tasked with tending the mother grub, who birthed all trolls into existence. So instead of a lusus, Kanaya had the mother grub, which definitely showed in her motherly personality. Aradia originally had Burgundy blood, which had its own powerful and unique psychic powers, but now her blood was indigo, the same as Equius'. Karkat assumed this was because Equius had a thing for Aradia, and was ashamed because she was a low blood. The pathetic whelp.
Finally, Equius and Gamzee appeared, arriving in the lobby to join the others. Equius was gritting his teeth, though a few were notably missing. Everything bout Equius was broken. His teeth, his horns, his shades... his personality. Despite not being the highest of high bloods, Equius was pretty damn strong, having punched punches back at the Black King in that final fight. His body appeared slimy, as well as his hair. Well, his hair was technically slimy, as it was always greasy, and his skin was always drenched in sweat. He just sweat a lot. It was annoying. In order to prevent ruining clothes, he usually just wore a tanktop and shorts to allow himself to sweat as freely as possible. Gamzee was the highest blood color for land dwellers. Purple. Though, according to history, purple bloods were extremely violent, and cult-like, and very powerful. Gamzee hardly ever displayed these qualities, though he had completely ripped off the Black King's second head in a fit of rage, which had surprised everyone, considering the Black King towered over them by a few hundred feet. Needless to say, he was massive.
Gamzee was usually a pretty chill troll, however.
Gamzee and Karkat had always been really good pals for as long as the troll could remember, and honestly, that still surprised him to this day. The highest blood on land, Moirails with the lowest blood possible. Gamzee didn't seem to mind, though. Actually, he hardly cared about anything, though this was probably due to his constant state of being high.
"What's up, my invertebrother." Gamzee lazily greeted Karkat as he approached. "Stupid shit, like always." Karkat replied with a glance at Vriska, Feferi, and Eridan. Gamzee simply grinned in reply, giving his clown face paint an ominous vibe, though it went undetected by Karkat. "Yeah. Sounds like fun. I'm running out of my shit though, so I might be forced off my high, dude."
"Really?" Karkat asked, frowning. "Maybe we'll find more when we get back home."
"I need a towel." Came the voice of Equius as he approached Nepeta. His voice always sounded strained, like he was constantly holding in a shit, which is usually funny at first, but gets old really fast. Nepeta simply smiled at Equius, before pulling one out from her oversized coat. "Got one right here!" She handed the towel over, which Equius promptly used to wipe his body of his layer of sweat, which would return within the minute, no doubt. "Thank you." Equius gave Nepeta a curt nod.
"Okay, where the fuck is Sollux and Tavros?" Vriska growled, turning from Eridan, who was still violet in the face. "Probably slacking off, like always." Eridan replied through grit teeth, which Vriska shrugged to. "Well, that's something we can agree on." The moment she said that, however, Sollux and Tavros both appeared, entering the lobby, Sollux walking sluggishly, Tavros wheeling in behind on his signature wheelchair. "Where were you?" Kanaya asked, midly annoyed with their delay. Sollux raised a brow through his 3d styled shades (one lens blue, one lens red), and scoffed. "You all left Tavroth at the bottom of the thtairth again." Some spit came out of his mouth as he said this, trying to speak through his fangs, which provided his lisp. A very, very heavy lisp. Or 'lithp', as Sollux would word it. "Tho I did the rethponthible thing and helped him."
"Not before making fun of me first..." Tavros muttered, turning Sollux's attention to him. "What?" He asked. "Nothing..." Tavros replied, averting everyone's gaze. Sollux was the jackass of the group. That much was obvious. He was also one of the biggest loose canons in the group, what with his laser eyes. One eye would glow red and fire red blasts, the other would glow blue and fire blue blasts, and stopping this was best done with his shades, much like a popular comic book character on Alternia knows as 'Troll Cyclops'.
Troll Cyclops everybody.
Sollux was considered a middle class blood, as his was golden, giving him his psionic powers, though this was considered a mutation of gold blood, it was fairly common. Alongside his two color scheme, he purposely wore mismatching colored shoes, which was a great annoyance to Karkat, though he didn't voice his opinion on it. Sollux was perfectly capable of fighting, but if you challenged him, you'd have to deal with his moirail, Aradia, who would kick. Your. Ass.
Just saying.
Tavros, on the other hand, was a rather timid guy, but when given the chance, he tried to look, sound, and act like a cool guy, though this usually never worked in his favor. His naturally low self-esteem wasn't helped at all by the fact that he was paraplegic, and could only get around via a wheelchair. When fighting, Tavros was clearly pretty confident, but when standing up for people and himself? He would get shy and awkward.
Dude seriously couldn't stand up for himself if his life depended on it. His blood was bronze, which was fairly low in the social class, just behind Gold, and ahead of Burgundy, which were all ahead of Candy Red. Tavros' psychic abilities allows him to control and manipulate animals, which he can do with ease, but he's always pretty responsible with this ability.
"Alright. We're all here." Vriska grinned, rubbing her hands together as Karkat rolled his eyes. He just wanted to get this over with. He wanted to go home. He wanted to finally beat this game.
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The twelve trolls stood on a platform in space, surrounded by asteroids. They also happened to be accompanied by the legions of Aradiabots that Aradia could control. There had to be thousands all around them, watching eerily as the trolls stood on a chunk of earth, the top flat, creating a platform. In front of them was a massive plus-shaped object, shaped similarly to a hive, and purple in color. SGRUB. This was it. At the base of the logo, there was a doorknob, just waiting to be turned and opened. The end of the game. Everybody could feel excitement washing over them, Karkat included.
It had been months of this life, and now, it was finally coming to a close. Their game session was ending in victory. Karkat was the one to begin approaching SGRUB as the other trolls stood back, watching with excitement. Nobody told him to stop. Nobody called him back. Nobody rushed past him.
Karkat felt important in this moment. Like everything had built up to this very moment, and in a sense, it had. Taking a few more steps forward, Karkat found himself at the door. He brought his hand up to grasp the handle. To finally win. To beat SGRUB.
When all hell broke loose.
Karkat was blasted back by a green sphere as it appeared, and out of the sphere came a blade slashing SGRUB in half, destroying the game. Destroying their session. The green sphere disappeared, in its place floated the demon himself. Wings outstretched, sword in hand, ears flattened against his head as he bared his fangs, Jack Noir glared at the trolls before him, about to strike.
Aradia acted quickly, processing the threat as quickly as she could, quickly waving her arms, creating a blue vortex on the plot of earth, before using her psychic powers to launch the other eleven trolls into the air, before simultaneously launching them through the portal and away to safety as all of her bots launched themselves at Jack.
With a growl, Jack took off into the air with a powerful gust of his wings, and went crazy, moving faster than the bots could process, effortlessly slashing each one apart, leaving twisted torn metal and indigo blood to fling about for several moments as Jack annihilated the Aradiabot army, none of the bots standing a chance.
As quickly as it had started, it was over, leaving Jack floating above the ruined SGRUB, surrounded by the dozens of destroyed Aradiabots. This was clearly a new universe, as he didn't recognize those kids. That meant there was another Black Queen to murder. Baring his teeth again, Jack disappeared inside of a green sphere.
W.D. Gaster
[REDACTED]
Much had happened during his time away, that much was obvious. Gaster strode along the vast emptiness of the void, several screens floating around him as he moved. The first displayed a red-headed woman in armor barking an order at a kid. The second screen depicted a young girl gazing about a fanciful room in amazement. The third showed a woman in a white costume leaping into the air.
Everything going on, Gaster was aware of. In this little crossroads for the information the omniverse held. He turned his head to gaze at one of the panels through his slit of a right eye. The screen clearly displayed Papyrus walking down a corridor with Undyne aboard the Olympus II. The Z fool continued to believe he was outside of the scientist's capabilities, believing he was invisible to outside forces. Perhaps if he'd been more observant, he would have discovered the shadow Gaster left on board after his earlier visit, but with papyrus on board, that created a direct link. None of this concerned W.D. anyway, as he turned from the screen to look at another, displaying Sans walking alongside his companions, eyes closed, a jolly bounce to his step. As intelligent and cunning as he was, Sans had no idea what was to come, and Gaster intended to keep it that way.
However, something was quick to catch his eye. Looking to another panel, Gaster frowned as he looked at the form of Chara standing in front of Flowey, Elidocorc at her side. Hmph. She'd entered the fray. Her corrupt determination would make things very... very... interesting...
Am I interrupting?
On the contrary, you're just on time.
I see. For what, may I ask?
For the pieces of the puzzle to begin aligning and assembling themselves.
You know a puzzle is done manually, yes?
It was an expression. I'm nearing the completion of my goals.
Ah. I see you have four SOUL fragments.
Three, technically. The child's SOUL is a fortunate addition.
Well, you've just got everything figured out, don't you?
Of course. I'm always two steps ahead.
I'd be wary of Zeliyis. He's on the move.
Is he now? Hm.
Z's planning his assault as well.
I'm aware. What are you attempting to suggest I do?
Kill him. Simple. You've done it before.
I was fortunate before. Unless I can lure him into the void, or Underground, I won't be killing anyone else.
Your limitations sadden me.
I don't need your pity.
Alas, you're words ring true. I'll leave you to your brooding, then.
Very well. Return soon, if you will. I wouldn't want you to miss what comes next.
...
Containment Sphere
Was that what this was? Fate? A recycling theme? Flynn wasn't entirely positive on the concept, though it was entirely plausible. Trapped once because he was too much of a hassle, only to break out much later, and kill those who locked him up. This was a similar story, here. He'd end up breaking out of this sphere, and when he did, he'd take out that clock clown and his monkey boyfriend. But how was he to get out?
...
Flynn was coming up with nothing, though he could see things now. Still trapped within the bubble, it was out in the open. Was possible one of the others could attempt to shatter the bubble, or pull the Slayer out, but as he watched, this seemed unlikely. They were all preoccupied. Getting Flynn out would merely be an inconvenience.
So he decided to take matters into his own hands. For the first time since entering containment, he began to struggle. He could feel himself wiggle against the invisible energy constraints. After a few tries of wriggling about, he could start to make out some width of wiggle room he had. A few hair-width in all directions. Perfect. Summoning his inner strength, he began to try and move, and found that he could slowly began bending his appendages, but even as he grit his teeth to will himself faster, he could only feel more resistance on his body. After a few more minutes, he gave up on this. Whatever this field was, it was pretty damn powerful.
And that's when a new idea struck the Slayer. An awful idea. Awful for him, at the very least. He hated himself for even conjuring up the thought, but it was necessary. He needed out of this bubble. It had taken some alone time for Flynn to sort things out, but he was beginning to realize something. The others weren't slowing him down. Well, in a sense they were, but really, he wanted to help them. It had been so long since he'd had companions, and having them again... Just hadn't settled in.
Closing his eyes, Flynn delved deep inside of his psyche, trying to pull out some long buried memories and images. Something that could really awaken that burning, boiling torment of hell in his gut.
And after a few moments, he found it.
It had been the day she'd died. Earth was under attack, and they were doing their best to fend the demonic invasion, but their position was quickly getting overwhelmed. They'd thought they'd seen a lot of Demons back on Mars and its moons. Oh, how wrong they were. The legions of demons that came through swarmed through every defense it encountered, leaving Fly and Arlene as the last obstacle for the demons. Civilians were still trying to evacuate the cities, and the demons were closing in. Fly knew they couldn't save them all, but like hell he wasn't gonna try. Pumping his combat shotgun, he'd run head-first at the demons, weaving around different colors of hell fire, ducking under Baron swipes, continually pumping his shotgun, merging lead with the demons' very bodies.
It was his foolishness that had done it. Arlene and Fly always had each others backs, but due to him taking off, he'd left her undefended. As this thought crossed his mind, he quickly turned around in time to watch as a Baron ripped her body in half, spraying the ground with her blood and innards.
That was when he'd first tapped into that rage. That inner demon of his own. May as well fight fire with fire, right? Everything had gone red, not out of anger, but out of blood, as he tossed his weapon aside and proceeded to Rip and Tear through every demon he could get his hands on.
He didn't have time to mourn her. He left her body there to rot as he continued his campaign against hell, growing more and more distant with his humanity each passing day. Now, here, he was offered the chance of it again, and if a couple of cartoonish freaks thought they'd take this from him, they had no idea how wrong they were.
Fueled with his burning desire and determination at doing for the others what he never could for her, and with the memory of her lifeless torso lying on the ground burned fresh into his mind once again, he felt it. The familiar rush of surging adrenaline, his veins felt like molten lead as his blood pumped faster, his body shaking. The power surge he felt was immense, and due to his Praetor suit being able to harness this energy, and utilize it with argent energy, he wasted no time, as he didn't have a lot of that.
Almost as though he weren't even restrained, Flynn brought his armored hands to the edge of the bubble, and began to violently and roughly pierce his finger through it. Even with his greatly enhanced strength, this was still a chore, but after a second or two wasted, he had his hands through, and he proceeded to throw both of his arms opposite each other, ripping the sphere in half, effectively cutting off whatever beam it was firing.
This lead Flynn to begin falling, but he was ready.
8 seconds. He'd wasted his rage, but at least he was out. He wouldn't be quite as combat efficient, but it wasn't like he'd just sit it out and claim he was pooped.. He whipped out his Super Shotgun, firing the grappling hook at the ship upon his fall, and getting a hold of it, before pressing the second trigger. The weapon violently reeled in the Slayer, launching him onto its deck.
Landing on his back, the Doomslayer rolled, spinning about before leaping up onto his feet, and raising his Super Shotgun, aiming at the first target he found, which just so happened to be your not-so friendly neighborhood clock-ass. Flynn could only hope none of his allies would obliviously wander into the path of this blast. 16 pellets, all designed to tear through body armor, he fired.
Doubting this would put a complete stop to Timeman, Flynn went ahead and mentally prepared his next course of action.
Master Chief
Specter's Fortress
With his plasma rifle, or whatever it was, magnetized to his back, John was simply free-falling his way down, before taking note that he'd been shaded by something descending with him. A quick glance over his shoulder told him what it was. A winged, frosty white horse soaring its way down to him. Now, these were supposed to be mythical creatures of legend, and John was familiar with them. He could recall the AI Déjà teaching them lessons involving wolves, Greek empires, and Gods. It had all been fascinating fiction and non-fiction, but as the day continued to lengthen on, the definition of 'fiction' seemed to become a looser and looser concept.
If it wasn't loose already.
Pegasus was unable to reach the Chief first, as the ground was already too close. Chief prepped his legs for the landing as best as he could. Spartans could easily survive falls from that height, but it wasn't uncommon for one to get a few broken bones on impact.
WHAM!
His boots slammed into the metal ground, all of his weight immediately being pushed back so as to stop him from bending himself backward. For just a moment, the Spartan 'sat' in the air, almost appearing as though he were doing a squat, before standing back up to his full height as Pegasus landed on the platform beside him, panting.
John looked up to find he was, obviously, quite a ways down. He'd need to find a way back up, and he wasn't exactly sure of the Pegasus could hold his weight, despite it continually nudging his hand to get his attention.
Sgt. Johnson
New Mombasa Airport
Avery's eyes shot open as he leaned forward in his seat, his heart beating at a rapid pace. He'd fallen asleep, somehow, in the cockpit. He was still at the airport. Johnson stared out of the window for a few moments, before letting out a sigh and rubbing his eyes. He was finally beginning to get used to his current situation. It had been overwhelming originally, but now, it was annoying and inconvenient. He was still surprised that the Flood had managed to take over Earth as quickly as it had. The UNSC and the Covenant had been powerless to stop them, and with that, the universe seemingly collapsed in on itself. Nothing felt like it mattered, bringing Avery to begin questioning why he was surviving at all in the first place. What was the point.
To get to Chicago.
The thought flitted across Johnson's mind, and he closed his eyes. Even though that was his goal, it didn't seem really worth achieving anymore. The Flood had everything, and he had nothing but his wits and his roughneck spirit. But even though the odds were against him, here he still was, aboard a Pelican. He could still leave for Chicago.
Feeling inspired once again, Johnson quickly attempted to activate the Pelican.
...
It didn't work.
Gritting his teeth, Johnson came to the realization that the damn thing probably wasn't fueled up. He let out a sigh as his feeling of inspiration slowly crept away. Now he needed to find gas for it. Just when things were looking up for him. He knew he shouldn't have gotten optimistic. He'd jinxed his luck.
Keyes, Blakes, Fisk, Javier, Whitaker
Insurrection Stronghold
Whitaker led the group down the corridor, eventually reaching an end, which came in the form of a high security blast door, which hissed open upon approach. "How'd it all fall?" Whitaker asked as they walked, coming out of the corridor and entering a facility that felt just about too constricted with its thin white halls and yellow overhead lights.
"Happened outta nowhere. The Covenant broke out into civil war, and some of them joined us." Miranda explained. "Then the Flood, they just came out of nowhere and took over, consuming everyone and everything they came across, dead or alive." The Commander shuddered slightly. "Small group of us fought out way to a Condor. Us four were the only ones who made it out."
Whitaker gave a simple nod at this, giving no reply as he led the team through winding white halls, occasionally passing an Insurrection soldier here and there.
Carolina, Church, Utah
Stolen UNSC Cargo Ship
"C'mon. You really don't remember me?" The Freelancer let out a chuckle as he shifted on his feet, staring at Carolina. "Not a lot of living Freelancers to pick from, so I'll let you handle the guesswork."
"Wait, you're that guy who got the domed energy shield stuck around his head and almost suffocated, right?" Carolina asked, cocking her head to this side. This clearly seemed to tick off the agent, as he took a step forward. "Hey, listen, I did cool stuff too, y'know. I mean, c'mon. Is that seriously what I'm gonna be known by?"
"Pretty much." Carolina replied, raising her Plasma Rifles once again. "I'd change it to 'remembered by', though." Utah shrugged the grenade launcher from its resting position on his shoulder. "That was a lame ass threat and you know it. So you're just gonna fight me? No questions? 'Oh, hey, Utah, haven't seen you in a while. How's life been since I destroyed Project Freelancer'?" Agent Utah put on a mock voice for the end of his sentence, trying to get under Carolina's skin. "The answer is awful, Carolina. My life has been awful since you brought down the program."
"Clearly. So why are you assisting the Insurrection?" Carolina asked, keeping her rifles trained on Utah, waiting for the precise moment to strike. "It benefited me the most." Utah answered. "I mean, the UNSC aren't all that great on its personnel, but these guys? We take what the UNSC has to offer, and then some. It's a lot better this way, trust me."
"I don't trust anyone." Carolina replied coldly, before opening fire with her plasma rifles as she took off at a run toward Utah, who quickly dropped to a knee, getting under the hail of plasma fire, blasting another grenade at Carolina, who quickly changed her course, running toward the wall. Activating the magnetic enhancements in her boots, Carolina leaped onto the wall and raced along it, continuing to rain hell on Utah, who'd turned and dived past an archway to find cover, jamming another grenade into his launcher. "Didn't have to go this way, Carolina!" He called. "Hope you know that!"
Karkat, Vriska, Terezi, Eridan, Feferi, Sollux, Aradia, Equius, Nepeta, Kanaya, Tavros, Gamzee
SGRUB
"Karkat."
The Alternian troll furrowed his brow as he turned from his computer to look at the blind troll standing in the doorway to his quarters. "Ugh. What?" He asked her blandly, silently willing her to leave. The blind troll only smiled back at him, her red eyes hidden behind her red sunglasses, but even with her disability, she always gave off the impression that she could just see. Smirking, Terezi leaned to the side on her weapon. The Dragon Cane. The top had the design of a red dragon's head, and the cane could be split in two to act as two bladed weapons. Despite being blind, she always seemed to land a hit with the weapon.
"We're here." She simply told Karkat. "Grab your things. We're finally leaving." At these words, Karkat exited his stupor, eyes widening. "Wait, really?" He asked, Terezi giving him a nod in reply. Karkat, however, remained skeptical. "Are you trolling me?"
Terezi's ever-present grin widened, showing off her fangs. "Nope. Come see for yourself."
With that, she turned and left, allowing Karkat to quickly rush about his quarter, grabbing what little personal belongings he'd obtained during this wild adventure, before following Terezi out.
In the central 'lobby', as the others called it, Karkat regrouped with his friends. Well, most of them. Terezi, Vriska, Feferi, Eridan, Kanaya, Aradia, and Nepeta were all there, but they seemed to be missing Equius, Tavros, Gamzee and Sollux. Karkat made sure to not make eye contact with anybody, for fear it would arouse conversation, which he preferred to avoid. Sadly for him, conversation found the troll in the form of Nepeta excitedly turning to him. "Karkitty!" She greeted, her high pitched voice making Karkat cringe. "What." He replied irritably. "It's really happening!" She immediately began to chat away with the unresponsive Karkat.
"When we 'fur'st got here, I thought it was im'paws'ible to win, but now we're here! It's really happening! It's 'fur' real!" As she finished that, she began to purr excitedly. Regardless of his current treatment of her, Karkat had a soft spot for Nepeta. Everyone did. She was just the kind of troll you couldn't continue to hate, no matter how hard Karkat tried. Her constant use of cat puns and purring attributed to her given zodiac sign, as well as her lusus, which happened to be an oversized cat, according to Karkat's memory. The girl was obsessed with cats, roleplaying, and shipping.
And with Nepeta's excitement, Feferi's was close behind. It was hard to choose which one was more positively annoying, though Karkat would have to say Nepeta, considering Feferi knew how to relax, whereas Nepeta did not. "Oh! I know!" Feferi piped in. "All the enemies, and then the Black King!" She shuddered. "I'm surprised we made it at all."
Vriska turned to Feferi, giving a cocky grin. "I mean, why wouldn't we make it? You guys had me." Eridan chuckled at this, casting Vriska a glare. "We still would have managed without you. Just because you landed the last blow doesn't somehow make you superior to us." Vriska raised a brow, turning to face him, crossing her arms, one of which was robotic. "Really? I didn't see you contributing a whole lot. You what... shot his wing?"
At this, Eridan began to go violet in the face, but Feferi was quick to move in. "Eridan, calm down. You know she's just trying to mess with you." She offered. This entire interaction was something Karkat couldn't give two shits about. He was beginning to grow impatient waiting on those last four trolls, though his patience held, considering one of them was Gamzee, his Moirail. Another term for Moirail would be 'best friend', though Karkat had no idea what that meant.
Feferi and Eridan were both sea-dwelling trolls, and the top of the Alternian hierarchy when it came to blood. Each troll in their twelve-troll group had a different color of blood. Karkat's was candy red, a mutation of the color lime, and considered the lowest held blood color. His ancestors were the lowest members of society, and even when certain ones, like 'The Sufferer' stood up for the little guy, he just wound up dead in some pointless war. Terezi, who stood beside him, listening to the bickering with a grin, had teal blood. That was considered a higher class in society, as well as providing her with some pretty powerful psychic abilities. When it came to high bloods and low bloods, one of the key differences was psychic abilities and strength. The lower the blood, the stronger their psychic powers were. The higher the blood, the stronger they were physically, while also being still pretty damn powerful with psychic shit.
Karkat had no attributes to assist him, being a 'mutant'. He wasn't strong, and he wasn't psychic. He was just Karkat, and Karkat pissed Karkat off.
Nepeta had olive blood, middle class in society, but still held in relatively high regard. Not a lot actually were born with psychic powers, but some grew up to become pretty famous actors. Like Troll Will Smith. Everyone likes Troll Will Smith. Even Karkat likes Troll Will Smith.
Troll Will Smith everybody.
Vriska had the pleasure of having cerulean blood, one of the most psychically powerful bloods. Her lack of arm, and unmentioned missing eye, was due to some crap with Eridan, Terezi and Vriska that Karkat frankly didn't care about. All he knew was Vriska one day had a robotic arm and a mechanical eye, courtesy of Equius' handyman expertise. She'd always been a sort of creep, though that was probably due to her abusive lusus, who just so happened to be a 20 foot spider, which attributed to Vriska's love of anything spider-related.
Feferi and Eridan, as previously mentioned, were sea dwellers, and had the most royal of blood. Eridan's was Violet, meaning he was sort of the 'protector of the sea', and the first troll of the Fuchsia bloods, which is where Feferi came in. Fuchsia bloods weren't top barkbeasts for no reason, either. They were extremely powerful. Karkat had seen this first hand when Feferi had effortlessly dragged a 50 foot dead whale up the beach as a part of her 'mourning routine'. That had been a freaky day. Alongside this, they were pretty adept psychically too, completely on par with Cerulean blood.
The two other trolls to go without saying a word in this pointless argument were Kanaya and Aradia. Kanaya, because she didn't want to bother, and would only intervene if things got physical, and Aradia, who was an emotionless robot. Karkat had few people around he actually liked and cared about. Well, three, actually. Terezi, whom he couldn't help but feel attracted to, which repulsed him, his best invertebrother, Gamzee, and Kanaya, who'd always managed to be there for him. If not for Gamzee, Kanaya for sure would have been his Moirail. Or adoptive mother. He definitely held her very dear, though he'd never admit it aloud to her or anyone.
Aradia... Karkat honestly couldn't remember what she was like when she was alive and NOT a robot. He was pretty sure he didn't like her though. But who she was now? Cold, heartless and badass. Karkat didn't have a relationship with her prior, and he didn't now, so they never spoke anyway. He'd get too creeped out by her blank stare, anyway. As for how she was the 'real' Aradia was anyone's guess. Equius had simply built her a new body, and everybody just went along with it.
Kanaya's blood was of the color jade, which is actually a rather rare color, and were trolls tasked with tending the mother grub, who birthed all trolls into existence. So instead of a lusus, Kanaya had the mother grub, which definitely showed in her motherly personality. Aradia originally had Burgundy blood, which had its own powerful and unique psychic powers, but now her blood was indigo, the same as Equius'. Karkat assumed this was because Equius had a thing for Aradia, and was ashamed because she was a low blood. The pathetic whelp.
Finally, Equius and Gamzee appeared, arriving in the lobby to join the others. Equius was gritting his teeth, though a few were notably missing. Everything bout Equius was broken. His teeth, his horns, his shades... his personality. Despite not being the highest of high bloods, Equius was pretty damn strong, having punched punches back at the Black King in that final fight. His body appeared slimy, as well as his hair. Well, his hair was technically slimy, as it was always greasy, and his skin was always drenched in sweat. He just sweat a lot. It was annoying. In order to prevent ruining clothes, he usually just wore a tanktop and shorts to allow himself to sweat as freely as possible. Gamzee was the highest blood color for land dwellers. Purple. Though, according to history, purple bloods were extremely violent, and cult-like, and very powerful. Gamzee hardly ever displayed these qualities, though he had completely ripped off the Black King's second head in a fit of rage, which had surprised everyone, considering the Black King towered over them by a few hundred feet. Needless to say, he was massive.
Gamzee was usually a pretty chill troll, however.
Gamzee and Karkat had always been really good pals for as long as the troll could remember, and honestly, that still surprised him to this day. The highest blood on land, Moirails with the lowest blood possible. Gamzee didn't seem to mind, though. Actually, he hardly cared about anything, though this was probably due to his constant state of being high.
"What's up, my invertebrother." Gamzee lazily greeted Karkat as he approached. "Stupid shit, like always." Karkat replied with a glance at Vriska, Feferi, and Eridan. Gamzee simply grinned in reply, giving his clown face paint an ominous vibe, though it went undetected by Karkat. "Yeah. Sounds like fun. I'm running out of my shit though, so I might be forced off my high, dude."
"Really?" Karkat asked, frowning. "Maybe we'll find more when we get back home."
"I need a towel." Came the voice of Equius as he approached Nepeta. His voice always sounded strained, like he was constantly holding in a shit, which is usually funny at first, but gets old really fast. Nepeta simply smiled at Equius, before pulling one out from her oversized coat. "Got one right here!" She handed the towel over, which Equius promptly used to wipe his body of his layer of sweat, which would return within the minute, no doubt. "Thank you." Equius gave Nepeta a curt nod.
"Okay, where the fuck is Sollux and Tavros?" Vriska growled, turning from Eridan, who was still violet in the face. "Probably slacking off, like always." Eridan replied through grit teeth, which Vriska shrugged to. "Well, that's something we can agree on." The moment she said that, however, Sollux and Tavros both appeared, entering the lobby, Sollux walking sluggishly, Tavros wheeling in behind on his signature wheelchair. "Where were you?" Kanaya asked, midly annoyed with their delay. Sollux raised a brow through his 3d styled shades (one lens blue, one lens red), and scoffed. "You all left Tavroth at the bottom of the thtairth again." Some spit came out of his mouth as he said this, trying to speak through his fangs, which provided his lisp. A very, very heavy lisp. Or 'lithp', as Sollux would word it. "Tho I did the rethponthible thing and helped him."
"Not before making fun of me first..." Tavros muttered, turning Sollux's attention to him. "What?" He asked. "Nothing..." Tavros replied, averting everyone's gaze. Sollux was the jackass of the group. That much was obvious. He was also one of the biggest loose canons in the group, what with his laser eyes. One eye would glow red and fire red blasts, the other would glow blue and fire blue blasts, and stopping this was best done with his shades, much like a popular comic book character on Alternia knows as 'Troll Cyclops'.
Troll Cyclops everybody.
Sollux was considered a middle class blood, as his was golden, giving him his psionic powers, though this was considered a mutation of gold blood, it was fairly common. Alongside his two color scheme, he purposely wore mismatching colored shoes, which was a great annoyance to Karkat, though he didn't voice his opinion on it. Sollux was perfectly capable of fighting, but if you challenged him, you'd have to deal with his moirail, Aradia, who would kick. Your. Ass.
Just saying.
Tavros, on the other hand, was a rather timid guy, but when given the chance, he tried to look, sound, and act like a cool guy, though this usually never worked in his favor. His naturally low self-esteem wasn't helped at all by the fact that he was paraplegic, and could only get around via a wheelchair. When fighting, Tavros was clearly pretty confident, but when standing up for people and himself? He would get shy and awkward.
Dude seriously couldn't stand up for himself if his life depended on it. His blood was bronze, which was fairly low in the social class, just behind Gold, and ahead of Burgundy, which were all ahead of Candy Red. Tavros' psychic abilities allows him to control and manipulate animals, which he can do with ease, but he's always pretty responsible with this ability.
"Alright. We're all here." Vriska grinned, rubbing her hands together as Karkat rolled his eyes. He just wanted to get this over with. He wanted to go home. He wanted to finally beat this game.
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The twelve trolls stood on a platform in space, surrounded by asteroids. They also happened to be accompanied by the legions of Aradiabots that Aradia could control. There had to be thousands all around them, watching eerily as the trolls stood on a chunk of earth, the top flat, creating a platform. In front of them was a massive plus-shaped object, shaped similarly to a hive, and purple in color. SGRUB. This was it. At the base of the logo, there was a doorknob, just waiting to be turned and opened. The end of the game. Everybody could feel excitement washing over them, Karkat included.
It had been months of this life, and now, it was finally coming to a close. Their game session was ending in victory. Karkat was the one to begin approaching SGRUB as the other trolls stood back, watching with excitement. Nobody told him to stop. Nobody called him back. Nobody rushed past him.
Karkat felt important in this moment. Like everything had built up to this very moment, and in a sense, it had. Taking a few more steps forward, Karkat found himself at the door. He brought his hand up to grasp the handle. To finally win. To beat SGRUB.
When all hell broke loose.
Karkat was blasted back by a green sphere as it appeared, and out of the sphere came a blade slashing SGRUB in half, destroying the game. Destroying their session. The green sphere disappeared, in its place floated the demon himself. Wings outstretched, sword in hand, ears flattened against his head as he bared his fangs, Jack Noir glared at the trolls before him, about to strike.
Aradia acted quickly, processing the threat as quickly as she could, quickly waving her arms, creating a blue vortex on the plot of earth, before using her psychic powers to launch the other eleven trolls into the air, before simultaneously launching them through the portal and away to safety as all of her bots launched themselves at Jack.
With a growl, Jack took off into the air with a powerful gust of his wings, and went crazy, moving faster than the bots could process, effortlessly slashing each one apart, leaving twisted torn metal and indigo blood to fling about for several moments as Jack annihilated the Aradiabot army, none of the bots standing a chance.
As quickly as it had started, it was over, leaving Jack floating above the ruined SGRUB, surrounded by the dozens of destroyed Aradiabots. This was clearly a new universe, as he didn't recognize those kids. That meant there was another Black Queen to murder. Baring his teeth again, Jack disappeared inside of a green sphere.
W.D. Gaster
[REDACTED]
Much had happened during his time away, that much was obvious. Gaster strode along the vast emptiness of the void, several screens floating around him as he moved. The first displayed a red-headed woman in armor barking an order at a kid. The second screen depicted a young girl gazing about a fanciful room in amazement. The third showed a woman in a white costume leaping into the air.
Everything going on, Gaster was aware of. In this little crossroads for the information the omniverse held. He turned his head to gaze at one of the panels through his slit of a right eye. The screen clearly displayed Papyrus walking down a corridor with Undyne aboard the Olympus II. The Z fool continued to believe he was outside of the scientist's capabilities, believing he was invisible to outside forces. Perhaps if he'd been more observant, he would have discovered the shadow Gaster left on board after his earlier visit, but with papyrus on board, that created a direct link. None of this concerned W.D. anyway, as he turned from the screen to look at another, displaying Sans walking alongside his companions, eyes closed, a jolly bounce to his step. As intelligent and cunning as he was, Sans had no idea what was to come, and Gaster intended to keep it that way.
However, something was quick to catch his eye. Looking to another panel, Gaster frowned as he looked at the form of Chara standing in front of Flowey, Elidocorc at her side. Hmph. She'd entered the fray. Her corrupt determination would make things very... very... interesting...
Am I interrupting?
On the contrary, you're just on time.
I see. For what, may I ask?
For the pieces of the puzzle to begin aligning and assembling themselves.
You know a puzzle is done manually, yes?
It was an expression. I'm nearing the completion of my goals.
Ah. I see you have four SOUL fragments.
Three, technically. The child's SOUL is a fortunate addition.
Well, you've just got everything figured out, don't you?
Of course. I'm always two steps ahead.
I'd be wary of Zeliyis. He's on the move.
Is he now? Hm.
Z's planning his assault as well.
I'm aware. What are you attempting to suggest I do?
Kill him. Simple. You've done it before.
I was fortunate before. Unless I can lure him into the void, or Underground, I won't be killing anyone else.
Your limitations sadden me.
I don't need your pity.
Alas, you're words ring true. I'll leave you to your brooding, then.
Very well. Return soon, if you will. I wouldn't want you to miss what comes next.
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Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Timeman, Elecman
Location: Specter Fortress Rooftop
Elecman spotted his allies all converging in on the Battlecruiser with his one remaining optic. Taking a moment to focus, he tightened his fist, bringing it up to match the angle that would meet Timeman. With a flicker of electricity, Timeman’s resolve had shown.
“Energize!”
Lightning poured through his fist, coursing through the air up towards Timeman. The strong bolt tore across the sky, alongside fireballs from Hiro, Cutman’s Rolling Cutters, And Doomslayer’s shotgun round. Timeman has begun to calculate the odds. The experimental technology failed to contain the soldier. This variable is unacceptable. The entire carefully calculation is in jeopardy, a butterfly effect of possible outcomes will now only muddle this encounter. Guaranteed victory is now off the table. I would never fight unless the outcome is entirely assured. Hmph. It looks as if a reconyance with the Ape is neccisary.
“Time slow!”
His temporal spear had disappeared in turn for a get away maneuver. He had slowed time greatly, hopping down from the battlecruiser. When time unfroze a bombardment of weapons from the entire team had been unleashed Not on timeman, but on the Battlecruiser itself. The hull lit ablaze with direct fireballs, it’s hull ripping open from the rolling cutters. A shotgun burst penetrated through the now exposed interior. And with the interior now open to attack, Elecman’s lignting zapped the internal structure, effectively short circuiting more than half of the Ship’s vital systems. The Battlecruiser was going down.
One of the engines burst into flames as the remaining engine struggled to keep it in the air, albeit failing. The ship carrying the crew headed right toward the shield door blocking the fight from progressing toward Specter’s Ship. They were going to smash right into it!
Timeman, now on foot looked at the chaos above. He needed to compete his getaway, but his timeslow would need time to recharge. He instead pressed his hand on the shield door, a small window opening to enter Specter’s ship. He snuck through it, hoping the flaming ship would cover up his stealthy exit. He hurriedly ran up the ramp in full retreat.
.........
Name: Belowski
Location: Warzone
Still hanging upside down, belwoski made sounds similar to ‘Whooo!’ When he was carried along by Negan towards the two new entries into the zone. Belowski’s figure dangled left and right during the walk, Belowski couldn’t help but be in awe.
“Haha! Man this is totally better than bein’ Underground! Sure It was a chill place to kick it, but seeing the stuff I’m seeing and comin’ to a kingdom? Man, can’t beat that! Say, what are you guys doin’ here?” He asked The team
Location: Specter Fortress Rooftop
Elecman spotted his allies all converging in on the Battlecruiser with his one remaining optic. Taking a moment to focus, he tightened his fist, bringing it up to match the angle that would meet Timeman. With a flicker of electricity, Timeman’s resolve had shown.
“Energize!”
Lightning poured through his fist, coursing through the air up towards Timeman. The strong bolt tore across the sky, alongside fireballs from Hiro, Cutman’s Rolling Cutters, And Doomslayer’s shotgun round. Timeman has begun to calculate the odds. The experimental technology failed to contain the soldier. This variable is unacceptable. The entire carefully calculation is in jeopardy, a butterfly effect of possible outcomes will now only muddle this encounter. Guaranteed victory is now off the table. I would never fight unless the outcome is entirely assured. Hmph. It looks as if a reconyance with the Ape is neccisary.
“Time slow!”
His temporal spear had disappeared in turn for a get away maneuver. He had slowed time greatly, hopping down from the battlecruiser. When time unfroze a bombardment of weapons from the entire team had been unleashed Not on timeman, but on the Battlecruiser itself. The hull lit ablaze with direct fireballs, it’s hull ripping open from the rolling cutters. A shotgun burst penetrated through the now exposed interior. And with the interior now open to attack, Elecman’s lignting zapped the internal structure, effectively short circuiting more than half of the Ship’s vital systems. The Battlecruiser was going down.
One of the engines burst into flames as the remaining engine struggled to keep it in the air, albeit failing. The ship carrying the crew headed right toward the shield door blocking the fight from progressing toward Specter’s Ship. They were going to smash right into it!
Timeman, now on foot looked at the chaos above. He needed to compete his getaway, but his timeslow would need time to recharge. He instead pressed his hand on the shield door, a small window opening to enter Specter’s ship. He snuck through it, hoping the flaming ship would cover up his stealthy exit. He hurriedly ran up the ramp in full retreat.
.........
Name: Belowski
Location: Warzone
Still hanging upside down, belwoski made sounds similar to ‘Whooo!’ When he was carried along by Negan towards the two new entries into the zone. Belowski’s figure dangled left and right during the walk, Belowski couldn’t help but be in awe.
“Haha! Man this is totally better than bein’ Underground! Sure It was a chill place to kick it, but seeing the stuff I’m seeing and comin’ to a kingdom? Man, can’t beat that! Say, what are you guys doin’ here?” He asked The team
The ground was soaked with blood and littered with half-eaten mangled bodies as she relentlessly attacked any soldier foolish enough to cross her path. Her fur was matted with blood from the soldiers as well as her own blood due to being shot at. She could feel the many bullets that were embedded throughout her body, but she ignored the pain, focused on killing and nothing more.
However, the sound of a strange howl caught the werewolf's attention as she searched for the source of the howl, her orange eyes landing on the strangest looking wolf she had ever seen in her years. Seeing this weird wolf creature made her feel confused and unsure of what to do as she stared. Perhaps this wolf was attempting to steal her food source and dominate this area.
She would not allow this.
The werewolf let out a threatening growl as she steadily made her way towards the alien wolf, teeth bared and hackles raised, showing that she was ready for a fight.
However, the sound of a strange howl caught the werewolf's attention as she searched for the source of the howl, her orange eyes landing on the strangest looking wolf she had ever seen in her years. Seeing this weird wolf creature made her feel confused and unsure of what to do as she stared. Perhaps this wolf was attempting to steal her food source and dominate this area.
She would not allow this.
The werewolf let out a threatening growl as she steadily made her way towards the alien wolf, teeth bared and hackles raised, showing that she was ready for a fight.
Ali at first was a bit confused about the werewolf's reaction. That is, before she remembered her current form's appearance. She took a step back. She growled back, implying it wouldn't be wise to mess with her.
Pro Hero Dekiru
Previously Battle Legend G.K.
Jet
The Lab
Jet smirked at Silver's statement. "Don't worry about it. Just tell Sonic, Shadow, and the rest of your crew that he has a fan in another universe for me, okay?" He winked at the psychic hedgehog, before proceeding to look ahead, eventually finding the elevator in the wall with his eyes.
"That's our ticket, right?" he asked Frisk and Alphys, pointing at the door.
Midoriya and Dex
Warzone
The two students flipped and dodged the blasts of the tank.
"Get inside, I'll distract it!" yelled Midoriya, still a little red-faced from their discussion earlier. Now he was really concerned about Uraraka...
Dex nodded, getting an idea. He transformed into a bolt of lightning, slamming into the metal of the tank. He conducted himself through it, reaching the inside of the tank.
"What the fu--" The surprised drivers inside were quickly taken care of by Dex, who climbed into the cockpit. He placed his hands on the controls, aiming the gun at the soldiers. Turning their own weapons against them. Dex liked where this was going.
He turned the thing around, driving it back towards the enemy forces.
"Hell yeah!" he exclaimed, firing the cannon
The Lab
Jet smirked at Silver's statement. "Don't worry about it. Just tell Sonic, Shadow, and the rest of your crew that he has a fan in another universe for me, okay?" He winked at the psychic hedgehog, before proceeding to look ahead, eventually finding the elevator in the wall with his eyes.
"That's our ticket, right?" he asked Frisk and Alphys, pointing at the door.
Midoriya and Dex
Warzone
The two students flipped and dodged the blasts of the tank.
"Get inside, I'll distract it!" yelled Midoriya, still a little red-faced from their discussion earlier. Now he was really concerned about Uraraka...
Dex nodded, getting an idea. He transformed into a bolt of lightning, slamming into the metal of the tank. He conducted himself through it, reaching the inside of the tank.
"What the fu--" The surprised drivers inside were quickly taken care of by Dex, who climbed into the cockpit. He placed his hands on the controls, aiming the gun at the soldiers. Turning their own weapons against them. Dex liked where this was going.
He turned the thing around, driving it back towards the enemy forces.
"Hell yeah!" he exclaimed, firing the cannon
Specter's Fortress
The temporal spear smashed into Cut Man's shoulder, but his posture meant it was only a glancing blow. This came at the cost of losing his footing, however. That's when Doomslayer and Elec Man's attacks came. Cut Man was BARELY out of the range, but this sequence of events had taken about ten seconds. The time slow wore off. Cut Man caught himself with his hands, flipping into the air. As he did, he tossed some Rolling Cutters at the floor, opening a hole to deeper within the fortress. When the ship began to explode, Cut Man dropped down the hole. Taking out two Rolling Cutters, he began quickly slashing his way through the ship itself, dropping down at the floor beneath the ship. "Yo, big green armor guy! C'mon!"
Warzone
Bershov quickly spun the minigun around once more, riddling the entire area around the raptor. Meanwhile, his left shoulder created a small plasma shield, rendering the flames useless. The back of his shoulder opened up, and a stream of missiles fired out towards the other dino. "Get the hell out of our battle, dino-boy!" That's when the wyvern appeared. "Damn infidels! Tanks, fire on my position!"
"And look what happens when we attack without any idea of what we're doing!" Keda growled to Rex before bringing himself right up next to the car he was using as cover. The entire field around them was suddenly pelted with shots of plasma from the tanks. Keda's car was disintegrated, forcing the huntsman to break into a run. He tackled Rex to the ground, bringing them both inside a newly-created crater.
Bershov then growled as the hips of his metallic attachments were slashed at. He responded by throwing a powerful kick up towards Erza.
Elsewhere, outside of Marseilles...
"We're taking heavy losses, head scientist. Bershov is fighting himself!" a man said to a man wearing a large white coat. "We need the superweapons."
"You mean the ones we recently procured? It'd be a shame if we lost them, but..." The head scientist thought. "Very will, corporal. I will deploy them." The head scientist quickly pulled up a computer, typing away. Several prompts were put through.
Galleom - Online
Duon - Online
Target Destination - Marseilles, France
Deploy? Y/N
Y
Superweapons deployed
Camelot Forest
"The same type of crystal pulled us away. The others had the exact same event happen to them." Robin said, gesturing over towards the group.
"Captain Falcon, these are Lora, Jin and Sarah. Friends, this is Captain Douglas Jay Falcon." Lucina introduced the four to each other.
Route to Camelot Castle
"..." Tony thought for a few seconds. "...I suppose I could. Alright..." Tony turned around towards the group. "When I touched that crystal, I... saw things. Visions of other worlds. I saw some large beast, like a living continent, gunned down by millions of blasts of light. I saw two boys, one a spirit, die to some sort of dog warrior. I saw a dark being sending armies out to destroy the world, killing billions of people. I saw monsters destroying almost all vestiges of humanity, and crushing hope with their mere presence. I saw an entire universe wiped out with an energy wave. I saw hell itself opened wide upon the earth. And I saw... my own world."
"Your own world?" Ruby tipped her head in confusion.
"And I watched as my best friend turned to dust."
Ruby and Shantae were silent.
Camelot Castle, Throne Room
Caliburn merely growled in rage. Sonic picked him up, putting him back in his scabbard. "Take a nap, cranky old man." Sonic chuckled. "Guess you don't know much about courtesy, huh Artemis? What is it?"
Camelot Castle, Exterior
"I know how to use a blade." Sir Percival stated. "And if needed, I will use it. But this vagrant has given me no reason to as of yet." Sir Percival signaled to the guards with the hand not on her sword, and the gate opened. She led the group inside the vibrant and diverse town. It was mostly grey, yellow and brown in color, being a medieval town, but the citizens were all upbeat and happy. Though there were some Mobians, like Sir Percival and the guards from earlier, most of the citizens seemed to be elves.
Fenrir Far East Branch
Dr. Sakaki nodded. "We'll get you ready soon."
Soma looked over to Rick. "Fair warning, though? Bonding with a God Arc? It's gonna hurt like hell."
"The First Unit has returned to base."
"Finally." Soma stopped leaning against the wall, walking out. "I'll see you two later. Have to catch up with Leader."
A few hours later...
"Rick Grimes. American. Late 40s. Recently recovered from serious injuries at our medical facility. Infected with some sort of disease, purged by Aragami medical tech. High compatibility." Dr. Sakaki listed off the attributes he had recorded about Rick, leaving the "from another world" thing off the record. Paylor was inside of a glass-windowed control room above a large metal room. Inside the room was a shirtless Rick and a large red machine - the God Arc fusion press.
"Proceed." Branch Director Johannes Schicksal ordered.
Dr. Sakaki made a court nod. "Rick, please place your right hand within the hole in the machine."
Alphys' Lab (New Timeline)
What Alphys was saying was shocking to Silver and Blaze... but it did sound like exactly the type of crackpot theories von Schlemmer would come up with. They decided to just go with the flow.
Silver gave a small nod to Jet. "Uh... sure. I'll let them know next time I go to their timeline."
The temporal spear smashed into Cut Man's shoulder, but his posture meant it was only a glancing blow. This came at the cost of losing his footing, however. That's when Doomslayer and Elec Man's attacks came. Cut Man was BARELY out of the range, but this sequence of events had taken about ten seconds. The time slow wore off. Cut Man caught himself with his hands, flipping into the air. As he did, he tossed some Rolling Cutters at the floor, opening a hole to deeper within the fortress. When the ship began to explode, Cut Man dropped down the hole. Taking out two Rolling Cutters, he began quickly slashing his way through the ship itself, dropping down at the floor beneath the ship. "Yo, big green armor guy! C'mon!"
Warzone
Bershov quickly spun the minigun around once more, riddling the entire area around the raptor. Meanwhile, his left shoulder created a small plasma shield, rendering the flames useless. The back of his shoulder opened up, and a stream of missiles fired out towards the other dino. "Get the hell out of our battle, dino-boy!" That's when the wyvern appeared. "Damn infidels! Tanks, fire on my position!"
"And look what happens when we attack without any idea of what we're doing!" Keda growled to Rex before bringing himself right up next to the car he was using as cover. The entire field around them was suddenly pelted with shots of plasma from the tanks. Keda's car was disintegrated, forcing the huntsman to break into a run. He tackled Rex to the ground, bringing them both inside a newly-created crater.
Bershov then growled as the hips of his metallic attachments were slashed at. He responded by throwing a powerful kick up towards Erza.
Elsewhere, outside of Marseilles...
"We're taking heavy losses, head scientist. Bershov is fighting himself!" a man said to a man wearing a large white coat. "We need the superweapons."
"You mean the ones we recently procured? It'd be a shame if we lost them, but..." The head scientist thought. "Very will, corporal. I will deploy them." The head scientist quickly pulled up a computer, typing away. Several prompts were put through.
Galleom - Online
Duon - Online
Target Destination - Marseilles, France
Deploy? Y/N
Y
Superweapons deployed
Camelot Forest
"The same type of crystal pulled us away. The others had the exact same event happen to them." Robin said, gesturing over towards the group.
"Captain Falcon, these are Lora, Jin and Sarah. Friends, this is Captain Douglas Jay Falcon." Lucina introduced the four to each other.
Route to Camelot Castle
"..." Tony thought for a few seconds. "...I suppose I could. Alright..." Tony turned around towards the group. "When I touched that crystal, I... saw things. Visions of other worlds. I saw some large beast, like a living continent, gunned down by millions of blasts of light. I saw two boys, one a spirit, die to some sort of dog warrior. I saw a dark being sending armies out to destroy the world, killing billions of people. I saw monsters destroying almost all vestiges of humanity, and crushing hope with their mere presence. I saw an entire universe wiped out with an energy wave. I saw hell itself opened wide upon the earth. And I saw... my own world."
"Your own world?" Ruby tipped her head in confusion.
"And I watched as my best friend turned to dust."
Ruby and Shantae were silent.
Camelot Castle, Throne Room
Caliburn merely growled in rage. Sonic picked him up, putting him back in his scabbard. "Take a nap, cranky old man." Sonic chuckled. "Guess you don't know much about courtesy, huh Artemis? What is it?"
Camelot Castle, Exterior
"I know how to use a blade." Sir Percival stated. "And if needed, I will use it. But this vagrant has given me no reason to as of yet." Sir Percival signaled to the guards with the hand not on her sword, and the gate opened. She led the group inside the vibrant and diverse town. It was mostly grey, yellow and brown in color, being a medieval town, but the citizens were all upbeat and happy. Though there were some Mobians, like Sir Percival and the guards from earlier, most of the citizens seemed to be elves.
Fenrir Far East Branch
Dr. Sakaki nodded. "We'll get you ready soon."
Soma looked over to Rick. "Fair warning, though? Bonding with a God Arc? It's gonna hurt like hell."
"The First Unit has returned to base."
"Finally." Soma stopped leaning against the wall, walking out. "I'll see you two later. Have to catch up with Leader."
A few hours later...
"Rick Grimes. American. Late 40s. Recently recovered from serious injuries at our medical facility. Infected with some sort of disease, purged by Aragami medical tech. High compatibility." Dr. Sakaki listed off the attributes he had recorded about Rick, leaving the "from another world" thing off the record. Paylor was inside of a glass-windowed control room above a large metal room. Inside the room was a shirtless Rick and a large red machine - the God Arc fusion press.
"Proceed." Branch Director Johannes Schicksal ordered.
Dr. Sakaki made a court nod. "Rick, please place your right hand within the hole in the machine."
Alphys' Lab (New Timeline)
What Alphys was saying was shocking to Silver and Blaze... but it did sound like exactly the type of crackpot theories von Schlemmer would come up with. They decided to just go with the flow.
Silver gave a small nod to Jet. "Uh... sure. I'll let them know next time I go to their timeline."
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Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Rex Raptor
Location: Warzone
Out of all the sights he’d seen today, none could prepare him for the sight of a Dragon...which had a rather *Large* chest area. Rather that was intentional via the transformation didn’t matter, Rex was confused none the less, locked in a perplexed gaze. Come again???
He was snapped out of his trance when the sudden ringing of a miniguns shattered Gilasaurus into thousands of holographic shards. He whipped his head around to bershov, who put up a plasma shield against the fire attack. Huh...he’s really falling for the whole hologram thing. Ha! He must be scared stupid! While this also shows off my power and might to Erza. Bless you Pegasus...
He was ready to play another card when all of a sudden he was tackled to the ground. Tumbling into the rubble of a crater. Two headed king Rex stopped it’s pillar of flame and looked back to where Rex used to be. It ran back towards the location of the duel disk, where it was summoned from. Tank shells of plasma began to tittle the area. The king Rex, stomped over next to the crater, aside rubble from a destroyed building. The entire battlefield had been washed over by plasma aside their little outhold it seemed. Rex grit is teeth and shoved Keda off of him, turning around to face him.
“This is the third time you’ve tackled me today!! What’s wrong with you?! God cavemen are so clingy...” Rex huffed, oblivious to how close he came to death. “Go play with your mammoth or something, I got work to do.”
He climbed out of the crater, looking at a nearby tank. He waved at the pilot and motioned toward the patch on his shoulder.
“Hey! Remember me? Rex from accounting! Our commander and chief apparently disobeyed orders from the head honcho himself, and has been out her on his own agenda. Crazy corrupt right? He was trying to off be from telling anyone else and ordered you to cover up the mess by shelling me and everywhere around me! Now that your here, we need to bring in Bershov to be court Martialed. Tell the others. We shouldn’t act on the disgrace of a superior.”
Playing his chips on the table, he took a big risk. If it succeeded it could be a game changer....and one less tank shell in his face. Which would be just lovely. But he knew one more thing: Bershov was intimidated by the dinosaurs enough to put up his barriers. If he scared him more, he could get him to yield. Eyeing his latest card, he gave a smirk, turning his back to the tank.
“Thought you could get me down so easy? Heh. Go! Oxygeddon!”
Rex played the monster from his hand, a violent whirlwind forming into the appearance of a large pterodactyl, Cyan green and having a body as sturdy as gas.
Oxygeddon
1800 ATK / 800 DEF
“Oxygeddon! Attack with tempest talons!”
Oxygeddon roared as a tornado like gust erupted from it’s talons. The gusts whirled towards Bershov, Two headed king Rex charged up from the debris of the building. It lowered both of it’s heads two show the two sets of horns lining them. Two headed king Rex was going to ram The Russian officer
Location: Warzone
Out of all the sights he’d seen today, none could prepare him for the sight of a Dragon...which had a rather *Large* chest area. Rather that was intentional via the transformation didn’t matter, Rex was confused none the less, locked in a perplexed gaze. Come again???
He was snapped out of his trance when the sudden ringing of a miniguns shattered Gilasaurus into thousands of holographic shards. He whipped his head around to bershov, who put up a plasma shield against the fire attack. Huh...he’s really falling for the whole hologram thing. Ha! He must be scared stupid! While this also shows off my power and might to Erza. Bless you Pegasus...
He was ready to play another card when all of a sudden he was tackled to the ground. Tumbling into the rubble of a crater. Two headed king Rex stopped it’s pillar of flame and looked back to where Rex used to be. It ran back towards the location of the duel disk, where it was summoned from. Tank shells of plasma began to tittle the area. The king Rex, stomped over next to the crater, aside rubble from a destroyed building. The entire battlefield had been washed over by plasma aside their little outhold it seemed. Rex grit is teeth and shoved Keda off of him, turning around to face him.
“This is the third time you’ve tackled me today!! What’s wrong with you?! God cavemen are so clingy...” Rex huffed, oblivious to how close he came to death. “Go play with your mammoth or something, I got work to do.”
He climbed out of the crater, looking at a nearby tank. He waved at the pilot and motioned toward the patch on his shoulder.
“Hey! Remember me? Rex from accounting! Our commander and chief apparently disobeyed orders from the head honcho himself, and has been out her on his own agenda. Crazy corrupt right? He was trying to off be from telling anyone else and ordered you to cover up the mess by shelling me and everywhere around me! Now that your here, we need to bring in Bershov to be court Martialed. Tell the others. We shouldn’t act on the disgrace of a superior.”
Playing his chips on the table, he took a big risk. If it succeeded it could be a game changer....and one less tank shell in his face. Which would be just lovely. But he knew one more thing: Bershov was intimidated by the dinosaurs enough to put up his barriers. If he scared him more, he could get him to yield. Eyeing his latest card, he gave a smirk, turning his back to the tank.
“Thought you could get me down so easy? Heh. Go! Oxygeddon!”
Rex played the monster from his hand, a violent whirlwind forming into the appearance of a large pterodactyl, Cyan green and having a body as sturdy as gas.
Oxygeddon
1800 ATK / 800 DEF
“Oxygeddon! Attack with tempest talons!”
Oxygeddon roared as a tornado like gust erupted from it’s talons. The gusts whirled towards Bershov, Two headed king Rex charged up from the debris of the building. It lowered both of it’s heads two show the two sets of horns lining them. Two headed king Rex was going to ram The Russian officer
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Pro Hero Dekiru
Previously Battle Legend G.K.
Dex, Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Ash, Soul, Young Link
Warzone
Dex grunted as the tank he had hijacked was taking heavy fire.
"Dammit, gotta bail..."
He tried the same trick from earlier and programmed it to self-destruct.
Then, Dex phased through the metal wall once more, emerging on the other side, back into the bedlam.
"RUN DEKU!" he yelled, booking it away from the tank.
Midoriya heard his call and followed him, jumping and hitting the ground as the thing blew up.
The two first-years high fived, laughing as the ground started to rumble.
They were knocked further onto the ground, their eyes wide.
"What the hell?!" they both exclaimed, trying hard to stand.
A massive object wheeled from the adjacent street, probably the size of three stories tall.
The rolling weapon paused, the first thing it seeing being the de facto duo.
Heroes or not, they had a villain.
"What in God's name is up with today," Dex muttered, raising his sword.
Midoriya had no answer.
Across the battlefield, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and some of the others noticed the towering new enemies rolling in, some metaphorically, and some literally. Uraraka was the first to spot some friendly faces among those around the robots.
"Iida! Todoroki! I see Deku!"
The two stood against an enemy they didn't know was named Duon, its cannons aiming at them.
"You up for another round?" Dex asked his classmate, putting more of what little energy he had left into his sword.
Sighing, Deku nodded. He put on his respirator; dust was getting everywhere. He started muttering, but only the last two words he said could be heard.
"...SHOOT STYLE!"
Arcing with electricity, they charged Duon, screaming and swinging.
Warzone
Dex grunted as the tank he had hijacked was taking heavy fire.
"Dammit, gotta bail..."
He tried the same trick from earlier and programmed it to self-destruct.
Then, Dex phased through the metal wall once more, emerging on the other side, back into the bedlam.
"RUN DEKU!" he yelled, booking it away from the tank.
Midoriya heard his call and followed him, jumping and hitting the ground as the thing blew up.
The two first-years high fived, laughing as the ground started to rumble.
They were knocked further onto the ground, their eyes wide.
"What the hell?!" they both exclaimed, trying hard to stand.
A massive object wheeled from the adjacent street, probably the size of three stories tall.
The rolling weapon paused, the first thing it seeing being the de facto duo.
Heroes or not, they had a villain.
"What in God's name is up with today," Dex muttered, raising his sword.
Midoriya had no answer.
Across the battlefield, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and some of the others noticed the towering new enemies rolling in, some metaphorically, and some literally. Uraraka was the first to spot some friendly faces among those around the robots.
"Iida! Todoroki! I see Deku!"
The two stood against an enemy they didn't know was named Duon, its cannons aiming at them.
"You up for another round?" Dex asked his classmate, putting more of what little energy he had left into his sword.
Sighing, Deku nodded. He put on his respirator; dust was getting everywhere. He started muttering, but only the last two words he said could be heard.
"...SHOOT STYLE!"
Arcing with electricity, they charged Duon, screaming and swinging.