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Private/Closed Convergence Omniversal Heroes

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Pipotrons: J, Meta, Crack, G.
Location: Specter’s Ship.



On a deck that had been stationed nearby the bridge, the location had several monitors displayed across the room, each one showing the enemy’s movements and real time where abouts thanks to the cameras all over the ship. The expansive room had four large figures looking upon these monitors.

The floating, Porous Pipotron Meta floated in a eeiry fashion towards one of the monitors. His Chameleon like eyes darting in two different directions, analyzing the situation closely.

“Looks like the girl went crazy, Gari.” Meta oogled. “Going ballistic in the Cafetria, Gari.”

Krack, his long arm span and toothy grin began to cackle at the notion, adjusting his eye piece to peer at Doomslayer.

“Keke Keke! That human is gonna be less that dust after this!”

Krack had to admit, he was tempted to spawn in some more fun for the little human with his eye piece, but decided seeing him get pummeled by a girl seemed much more entertaining. Pipotron G simply pounded his chest and roared in agreement to Krack. G seemed heavily Gorrila like in appearance, silvery with black lines running down his mettalic fur.

“You should be less concerned about his defeat than our own survival...”

Out of the shadows, Pipotron J appeared. He seemed ever so stern. The other pipotrons turned to him, his precense dominating their attention.

“Who’s to say she’ll stop once he is dealt with?” J Continued. “She has only come aboard today, and isn’t officially with us. We should be prepared for the contingency that she will use this power against us. Not for emergency, but for necessity.”

“Keke Keke I’m on it!”

Krack’s optic focused on a Kale, scanning her up and down through the camera. The camera acting as a conduit for his optic’s scanning pathways.





Name: Doug Duem, Numemon
Location: Digital City Training Grounds


“...you know Bud, how about you try a more straightforward weapon? Like um...oh! This!”

Doug picked up a sword, handing it Numemon in place of the nunchucks, or ‘suicide sticks’. Numemon hesitantly grabbed it, surprisingly handling it’s weight with only small difficulty. Shifting the weight around, Numemon brought the sword up to the rock in question with the cartoony target in it. He brought the sword Tip up to it, lightly booping the the nose of the Vegiemon target.

“Not like that!” Doug facepalmed. “Here...let me show you.”

Doug himself picked up a sword from the pile, going over to the target himself. He got a running start, sprinting up to the boulder. He then leaped up into the air dramatically and slashed down on The boulder, a thick slice appearing right down the center of the Vegiemon painted target.

“Oooooooh!~” Numemon watched eagerly.

Doug, seeing Numemon impressed with his technique, saw a window of opportunity to inspire him. Sparks appeared in his eyes, a newfound determination to keep going. He grinned, hacking away at the boulder with different other strokes.

“Yeah! Likes this! Like that! Soon enough you’ll be able to do this too! Take that!”

Numemon, kicking back and relaxing, was content with Doug doing all the training for him. Propping up his ‘arms’ on two nearby rocks and laying down, the green slug gave a loud yawn.

“Your doin’ great boss. Keep doing what your doin’...”

Doug stopped what he was doing after he heard that. He looked at what he was doing. How did he get suckered into swapping places with Numemon?? He whipped around, turning a tinge of red.

“Your the digimon, not me!”

Numemon sloshed back to attention in a hurry, his trick to keep Doug doing all the work failing. Doug came over to Numemon, adjusting the sword in His slimy appendage. The tamer nodded, pointing at the rock face.

“Go on Numemon, cut ‘em down the middle!”

“Alright alright I’m gonna do somethin’...”

Numemon hoisted the sword Over him, bobbing toward the rocky target once more. He flung into a spin, the sword hacking into the boulder, cutting a good two feet into it. Numemon gave a gasp, his snail like eyes turning around 180° to face Doug.

“Did you see that!?”

“Good going Numemon!” Doug cheered. “You’ll be fighting like a pro in no time!”

Numemon, struggling to dislodge the sword, pulled with all his might. Finally the sword came loose from the boulder. Out of the boulder, a shimmering light appeared. Doug eyed the new, apparent light that had shown in from it. On instinct, he held out is D-Transfer and the tools and weapons were all stashed away inside of it, including Numemon’s sword.

“Careful Numemon!” Doug gestures towards him.

Doug cautious inched forward. He peered inside of the boulder. There seemed to be a hollow space inside of it with a glowing crystal floating in place.

“This...is one of the crystals that Leader Cecelia was talking about...we need to give it to her immediately!”

He reached forwards the crystal, Numemon peering in and nudging the back of his tamer. As soon as he made contact with the Crystal, he and Numemon were surrounded in light.

“Wha- what the?!”

“Please! I’m too beautiful to die!!” Numemon cried out
 
The Hunter
Specter's Ship Exterior


The Hunter soon found himself saved...well, in a way. He had been saved in the same way a gut punch could help a choking person. The Chief grappled onto his body, launching the two back into the ship. The Hunter ungracefully tumbled onto the floor, his hat miraculously still clinging to his head.

He groaned as he picked himself off the floor. “Chief...the hell are you doing? First you kick Shears off- now you come get me- The feck’s goin’ on?! Are you with us or not?” He had the one-handed blade out at this point, and aiming it at the Chief’s back. He knew the Chief would be no easy target, especially with all the little buggers outside, but if he could get a few decent blows in...he could overcome the traitorous Chief.

He wasn’t exactly sure why the Chief would betray them like that. Clearly he was willing to help until a few minutes before, firing at the owl. So what changed in him? Did he snap? Go mad from stress? He seemed to handle things well enough until now. And one didn’t become a chief from cracking under pressure. Was he trying to flee, and cut his losses, allying with the monkey? Didn’t seem like a very chief like thing.

And what happened to the Slayer? The entirety of the ship was rumbling- as if something was tumbling through layers and layers of metal. What was going on anymore? Between the Owl, storm, and chief’s betrayal, shite was feckin’ madness, madness! At least the hunt didn’t bombard him with a million different threats made of technology far better than he was used to. Just another type of madness. But at least he could feel a peace at times there…

Here it was just a feckin’ series of flashing lights and near death experiences one after another. No sight of a Lantern of salvation, no blood vials to restore him once he drained his reserves- which would be sooner than later. His ammo was draining, his blunderbuss was a pile of garbage on an abandoned battlefield, and now one of his few allies he was able to make was goin’ mad.

Yeah, things could’ve been better.

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Raiden
Camelot Castle Interior


Raiden would admit, he hadn’t visited many castles. In the flesh, that is. But this one was a fairly nice one. Shining chandeliers, adorned with crimson candles. Tapestries and works of fine art. Occasional varnished tables, adorned with their own decorations and goods.

Still, Raiden couldn’t shake that bad feeling. He was looking around now. But no one Raiden recognized was among the halls. Paranoid. That’s all he was.

But why? Why was he paranoid? He hadn’t been in the forest. Even when he had the roadbump with the monsters.

He, once again, pushed down that paranoia. They were talking about the Merlina again. Now he was, somewhat, interested. Gawain referred to the Scabbard as a weapon. The other fellows there were talking about it having some sort of “Gold” origin, but Raiden had been piqued by the reference to a weapon.

“I’m curious, how is the Scabbard a weapon? A scabbard just holds a sword. Is it magical? I would assume so, because weapons can be strong, but not hold a Kingdom in stasis.”

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Kiran
Camelot Castle Throne Room


"Ah!" King Sonic would answer his questions. Err, provided he had answers. So he'd keep his wild multiversal theories away for now. "It would be an honor Sonic!" Wait, would this count as public? It was a private court, but he seemingly invited any and all people in...so was it a public affair or not? Gah, he couldn't waste anymore time!...And Bro was talking. Of course. Something about Sonic not wanting to break his winning streak, all that stuff...Of course, Kiran didn’t have such times to ponder that. His golden opportunity for questions was here! He had to do it, before anyone else would get in and start introducing themselves...

"Well, I'm just going to ask a few of them...first of which is, what happened to King Arthur? There's Sir Percival here of the round table, and she did mention him, but clearly you've superseded him. I'm just curious what happened to him, as King Arthur is a bit of a legend where I come from. Well, literally a legend. I don't think he really existed- uh, let me move on to the next question." He cut himself off. Didn't need to go on a long winded rant on the existence of King Arthur. "Second, I'm just curious how long people coming out of nowhere- from all sorts of eras and worlds -has been going on. Clearly for a bit, but exactly how long?" His second question was more brief. He wanted to start putting his theories into timeframes, see when this all originated- any origin point would benefit him a lot in creating his theory. And what could, potentially be causing it.

"And my last question...well it's less a question and more a request. I was curious if I could go up on the Castle's ramparts. You see, I must’ve fallen from the sky when I got here...I broke a little bit on my helmet...and dropped something waaaay up on the ramparts. It's a big sword. It looks weird, and is honestly more club than sword, but it's pretty important I get it back. So I'd really appreciate it if I’d be allowed up there. Or if someone can just toss it down. It’s sturdy enough to handle the fall." The grey blade, as Kiran called it, was incredibly important to Kiran. Mostly because losing it would be a death warrant. Thing wasn't cheap to make...First he'd have Priscilla on him, then Aisha, and then his father. He didn't want that headache. He just wanted his sword back.

Especially since he knew where it was.

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Priscilla, Jackson, Quint, Jerry, and Aisha
HeroSquad Base


The desk rumbled as Lucario smashed his hands into it. Clearly unhappy at his apparent video game status. “W-Well, I mean…! They aren’t just games! Their important...uh...friendship, stopping people who misuse Pokemon for bad things...And besides, no ones mocking you. Because Lucario, you have to understand- Pokemon don’t exist here, except as a franchise. No one’s making fun of you or any of your...uh...issues.” He lost the word for the last sentence. Issues? Life? Pligh- Plight. He could’ve used plights. “Point is, it’s cool to meet you here- because, y’know, you shouldn’t.

Buuuut that doesn’t help the city’s police force getting decimated, or how we stop this whole multiverse issue. What do we do?” Jackson said, pointing out the rather unimportant nature of the argument.

Priscilla spoke up to answer him. “I think it’s pretty clear. We need to go out there and stop them. Then worry about our reality collapsing.”

“But we hardly know who ‘them’ are! Are we gonna charge in without thinking?” Quint was an optimist, but he wasn’t exactly up for fighting an unknown force with clear force behind them.

“No, of course not. We have to at least see what we are up against. Then we charge.”

“Look, I want to stop them too...but we only have me, Jackson, and you. And you don’t even have powers! And mine are...well, not very powerful.”

“Eh, not so fast. We also have these guys. Who all held their own against that monster, mind you. In fact, far better than all of us.” Jackson spoke, gesturing towards the axe wielding Thor, and gun toting Rocket. The dangerously fast Lucario, and more than met the eye Koji. “I assume you all want to go back where you came from, yes? Scratch our backs by helping us out, and we’ll scratch yours any way we can. At least, I assume that’s what we’re all about, right Aisha?” Jackson smugly smiled in the woman’s direction. He had a slight distaste for her- perhaps an entitlement, or perhaps some sort of childish rebellion. In any case, she was put on the spot.

“W-well yes, but- okay, okay. Fine. We can do that.” Aisha would’ve loved to put her head down and forget this was happening, or just do something she wanted to do her entire life before all of reality collapsed...theoretically...But she couldn’t turn a blind eye on Sarah and Kiran. They were good kids.

"Then great! All we need is your guys help." Jackson requested, turning to the four. "You help us stop these jokers, and everyone's happy, right? I mean, you don't got anything else to do, right?"

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Eileen the Crow
Central Yharnam


Various places? Was that an answer? Too vague for Eileen’s liking.

“That doesn’t answer my question. The city is sealed until the hunt concludes. And I’d figured I’d notice folks like you…” Behind her mask, she squinted. “Hmmm.” They seemed capable, and strapping young individuals. But could they deal with the hunt? They’d go mad by day break...whenever day did break.

“Aye, I can’t let you go out there alone. If you need shelter, there is a temple. Oedon Temple, I heard, is safe from the beasts. Stay there until the Hunt concludes.”...They weren’t even looking at her. “Oi, are you are listening? This is important! This isn’t some game or fun activity, the hunt...it’s dangerous out there!” Dear lord, this was more troublesome than she thought!

She was a hunter of hunters, not a mother of children...

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Silver Scythe
Goldenwalk Streets


Ah, this...was charming. She wanted to go out for corndogs. And get to know the Scythe.

“That’s a kind gesture, no doubt...But I’m afraid I wasn’t supposed to be here.” She grimaced. “This suit I’m wearing is...restricted stuff. I need to...put it back.” It was a pretty easy to see through lie. Though she wasn’t wrong. It needed to be put back. She was glad the helmet didn’t have a built in communicator, otherwise Bolt would be giving her an earache of a lifetime about now.

“Besides, it’s late. Anything interesting is no doubt closed by now. I could meet you tomorrow, perhaps. I’m rather free, you’ll find.”

She looked towards the skyline, a News helicopter was circling the business district, a few blocks down. So something had been going down? Well, perhaps they simply wanted to see the robbery. After all, they had been pursued by a gaggle of curious heroes.

The eyes behind her helm widened as a bright blue beam carved through the helicopter, near instantly ripping it apart and sending it into a free fall. “What the hell!?” That was nothing that the Scythe expected! Something clearly was up. And whatever it was that was up, she did not want to be associated with it.

“I...I really think I should go.” The Scythe also didn’t want to see what made such a powerful, quick blast. If that was the spider woman’s prerogative, then all power to her, but she was definitely not getting taken in for questioning when the police came sniffing about. How pathetic, forced to withdraw without acknowledging the first person who took time to actually talk to her...whilst she was attempting to murder her, no less! She didn't even know her name!

But she couldn't stay here, because questioning would be bad. Because then her sister would actually kill her.

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Commander Cecil
Goldenwalk Business District


This child’s tongue…! Did she not know who she was talking to? Did she know not she was a guest? “Your an insolent little thing, aren’t you?” Cecil hissed. “General Elidocorc brought you, and as he is my superior I will not question that. However, you’ll find young lady that this is my mission. And General Elidocorc did not need to bring you. He brought you as an act of kindness.”

He got down on his knees, his mismatched eyes meeting the glaring red eyes of Chara. This girl was a disturbing one, but he feared her far less than Zeliyis’s wrath. “You’ll find the Zeliyis empire has no need for children who believe themselves to be the biggest throne in the room. If you have an objection to General Scorpio’s plans, you’ll find some respect will take you far.” His words were spoken quite harshly, laced with venom. He was quite upset with Chara, though quickly pulled away, his scowl remaining. He pulled himself up, turning back to Scorpio.

“As for the scorpions, I must thank you General Scorpio. Now, my soldiers await their commander. We shall be victorious this night!” Cecil took his leave, towards the crowd of soldiers. Some grasped a Railgun- with mechanical support, similar to Cecil’s arms -in the case of any issue.

“Soldiers! Today, we are blessed not by one- but two horsemen of Zeliyis! This is our time to rise, and show our glorious leaders why we are of the elite! So come, allow us to take this city and this world!” There was a hum in the distance- a helicopter was observing the small army. Likely a news channel, looking to get a premium shot. Cecil glared at it, pointing his finger towards the offending chopper. One of the railguns rose, and fired a bright blue beam of light- which soared with scary accuracy, colliding with the helicopter. In a tangle of molten metal and fire, it fell out of the air. Cecil grinned.

He continued without taking note of it. If they hadn’t feared them already, they would now. “Now, we are very lucky today. General Scorpio has allowed us to utilize his new mechanical forces- Plastic Mecha Scorpions. If any sort of manipulator comes at you, and begins to disable your metallic weapon...sic them with a scorpion. Otherwise, as we’ve just demonstrated, the railgun is a versatile, accurate, and powerful weapon. Do not waste it’s ammo on civilians.” Perhaps he was being a bit hypocritical, considering the chopper’s descent. “And remember- resistance is to be punished, not existence. If they get in your way, you may push them away. But if they begin to think themselves heroes? Fire away.”

He smiled, before scowling again. Those imbeciles had run off into the sewers. They’d prove an issue...Hmm. Cecil had trust in his men they were capable. Though there were a few odd folks who showed up toward the end. An old man with claws, a anthropomorphic lion...The railguns and scorpions would help discard these fools. He could easily dispose of the fools. The ferrokinesis girl would prove themselves a minor issue, but not any significant one. His smile returned as he set his eyes on his soldiers.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- we are to split into seven divisions, six for the crystals and one for the gate. Each of our divisions is to have a railgun and scorpion, and the six crystal retrievers shall have a proper containment device. As for you staying for the gate, it shall be set up on THIS-” He turned to look at the building. Windows were smashed out, wreckage scattered the lobby, a small fire stirred behind glass. Cecil knew they didn’t do that. “Err, THIS building!” He gestured to a similar, less destroyed, office building across the road. They couldn’t head for the absolute biggest building in the city. Too obvious, and likely riddled with people who would resist to the last breath. This building was large enough, spanning far into the sky. “Any objections?...No? Very well, let us split. You there…”

Before long, seven groups had formed, each armed with a scorpion, one with the gate...and six armed with a railgun. Small roadbump, but Cecil was just as capable as a railgun. “I shall be joining you, railgun...less...group.”

“Yes sir.” One of the soldiers in it saluted. And so they were formed.

“...Any more objections…?” Cecil glanced back at the horsemen, the flower, and the child. If she was wise, she’d have none. His business did not concern her. And Elidocorc would keep her in line, no doubt.

What could she do, anyways?

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Grima
Ultra Space


“A singular creature is never a reason to be underestimated.” Grima’s vessel took it’s strides outside, into this...Ultra Space. The air was nigh electric with energy. Crystalline platforms lined the skyline...if one could call it that. It was more of an endless night sky. There was no human life for miles, or perhaps even light-years... Hmm, Grima could get used to that. But, human life was also a pestilence ridden, immoral, hypocritical, rotten branch. One that no one would miss once it was burned and destroyed.

Humans created him. Humans shunned him. Humans called him a monster, yet called upon him time and time again, only to die time and time again...Could they never be satisfied? Grima assumed not. The destruction he would bring would finally satisfy them in one way- because, when they were all dead, no satisfaction was necessary.

And that android that had brought him here...he was plagued too. While perhaps he and Z should’ve shared a kinship, Z simply saw him as a tool no doubt. But, just as the Grimleal had, as long as he served a use, there was no reason to blindly destroy them. No, Z was creating a larger army than he’d ever imagine…And once Grima got things going, he’d need no more assistance. Perhaps he was being a tad hypocritical himself, using Z as an ends to a mean, but it was mutual benefit at the moment. Whatever was needed, he'd obey. Besides, humanity would get it's justified end soon enough. At his or Z's hands.

“Though I don’t imagine it’s resistance will take it far.” Grima clenched his fist. The body he possessed was not as impressive as his draconic form. Still, his magic far surpassed that of any human could hope to obtain. Unless this creature had a Falchion, they’d find it hard to pierce his skin. “Let’s make this quick. I doubt it could crush itself under its own hubris. Most simple minded beings cannot. I find no joy in something so...pitiable.”

If Grima had to give one thing to humans, they did know how to destroy one another with their “superior minds”. And that, in of itself, was amusing to the Fell Dragon.
 
"I'll take your word for it about the hunt. Something tells me you know more about the beasts than any of us might." Jay Mexicano said. Happy quietly remained on Alicia's shoulder. Alicia spoke up. "Alright. All who were warped here, come with me to find this temple. If anyone decides to be stubborn about it, I'll drag you there myself."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Koji said. He turned to the others. The talking raccoon, the man with the axe, and Lucario, who was apparently part of a video game franchise here. "What about you guys?"
 
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Lance opened his eyes suddenly. "Wait, what the-"
Last thing the Paladin remembered, he had been with Stark and the others in Z's laboratory. Then some big fight had happened, and...
Well, he wasn't sure what had happened next.
"LANCE!"
Lance turned to the side to see Keith. "Oh! Keith! Good to finally see someone I recognize again. Not that I care whether I found you or not-"
"Hey, you two!"
The two Paladins suddenly moved their hands to their sides, summoning their Bayards. As the two drew their weapons, they saw what looked like two human soldiers walking towards them. "Who are you?" Keith asked, holding his sword out as Lance took aim.
The soldiers quickly put their hands in the air. "Waitwaitwait, we're here to help!" one of them, the blonde one, said.
"The name's Havia Winchell!" the brown-haired one said. "My pal's Qwenthur Barbotage. We're here to help you out."
Lance looked towards Keith, who slowly lowered his Bayard. "I guess we have met a lot of people recently..."
The two sighed as Lance's gun was lowered as well. "So I guess we should get down to business." Qwenthur said. "I'm with the Inter-Dimensional Police Force."
"Isn't that the group that airship was owned by?" Lance asked.
"Yeah." Havia said. "We managed to pull you out of your own dimensional warps - your Lions with you - and bring you here."
True to form, the duo looked behind them to see the Black and Red Lions. "Huh. That's convenient."
"Why?" Keith asked. "Why us specifically?"
"We need your help." Qwenthur said. "It's a mission only your Lions can accomplish. Without it, Zeliyis becomes unstoppable."

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Sequin Land, Risky's Ship
Risky growled. "You know, you're really testing my patience, missy. My partner here is more important than anything you've ever accomplished."
Watch your left.
"Wait, wh-"
Suddenly, as the man had said, another visitor warped in. Some sort of... strange grey troll girl? Risky had to sigh as she appeared stunned with joy. "And now we have ANOTHER intruder to deal with!" The Tinketbats moved to lock down Vriska as well with their swords and blasters.
Ms. Contessa. I believe we should have a nice, long chat. But stop antagonizing Ms. Boots.
Risky was just confused at this point. All these people warping in - which he apparently KNEW ABOUT - and now he wanted to talk with one of them?!
You as well, Risky.
"Sure." Risky sighed. "If you think it's better in the long run, I'll play along-"
*pop*
That's when Rottytops finally managed to knock her head off her body. As it landed on the ground, her body fell apart, before a new one appeared under her head. "Aw, yeah! Rottytops is free, baby~!"
"Pick her up again, and this time grab the head."
"WAIT NO-"
The claw lifted Rottytops in the air, holding onto the sides of her head. Rottytops let out a yelp as she was stuck in the air.

The Contessa's interactions with Vriska will likely prove interesting. I suppose the same could be said for Rottytops. Neither of them can come close to Vriska, however.
Risky Boots' ambition will overtake her, same as it has done before. But this time, it is different. She works for another not as a partner, but as a subordinate. Her previous plots have been great, but never has she had resources like he has before... There must be more to her service than it first appears.


True Lab
Blaze merely chuckled. She snapped her fingers. The flames swallowed by the Hellhound had yet to vanish... so she flared them up, blazing the Hellhound's insides. She wasn't sure if this would hurt it or not, but it should at least stun it. Right?
Silver, seeing the downed cyclops with no defenders, rushed over to it. "I'm finishing this!" he said, grabbing a bent pipe from the side. He moved over, about to strike it.
But then he saw it.
It was... helpless. Almost a wounded animal. Pitiful, even.
Was this really the foe he had to fight? This wasn't a mindless creature like the Ibli. This thing lived, with its own thoughts.
And it was in pain.
So... finish it quickly. End the pain.
But Silver couldn't even do that.
Merely think it, and you can do anything.
Silver sighed. Let's hope you're right, Master... Silver dropped the pipe to the side, moving down on his knees, and clasping the Cyclops' head in his hands.
Psychic energy surged through it. Silver attempted to map out what the problem was. Brain damage, it seemed like.
Using his training with Gold and Chronos to his advantage, he focused, slowly straightening the head of the Cyclops. The damage Blaze and Jet had dealt to it was pushed back, the head restored to its original shape and functionality.
But that took a lot out of Silver, who let out a sigh before slumping over.
"Please don't try to kill me..."

*ACT
*Repair
*You attempt to fix the Cyclops' head. It takes a lot out of you, but you're able to do it.

*MERCY
*Spare

Gaster has made a mistake to disregard Silver the Hedgehog so quickly. With his experiences and powers... he is a fearsome foe to reckon with. Furthermore, his... unique circumstances have removed his future from my sight. His history with Nega Robotnik, the Ifrit and more have forged him into a powerful warrior.
Blaze the Cat and Jet, however, are merely companions with little impact. They may have changed this battle slightly, but the hedgehog and the child are the key individuals to keep an eye on.


Alleyway
Hope quickly flew into the seat, growing back to full size before dropping the still-miniature technology and files into the back of the truck - specifically, one of the special compartments designed for holding miniature objects. She quickly slammed the door closed. "Drive, dad!"
Porcupine slowly walked out of the window, aiming one of his hands out. As he did, only one of the quills raised up...
He only needed one missile.
The miniature projectile was blasted towards the car.

Fenrir Far East Branch
"I'm afraid that is the smallest the God Arcs come in at the moment." Tsubaki said. "Your God Arc is currently in development, so get used to using the mockup. I don't think you'll be hindered by it as much as you think you will."

Camelot Castle, Throne Room
"First, King Arthur got turned evil, so I had to take him down." Sonic began to answer Kiran's questions. "Second, I think Joseph was the first, so... a few days? Third, yeah, sure."
Then Bro made his snide remark.
"Beaten?" Sonic chuckled, a twitch appearing on his face. "I'm the fastest thing alive, buddy. I don't think you-"
Suddenly, a magical circle appeared underneath the puppet.
"Foul creature." Merlina said, her staff held out. "Remove it from this chamber at once!"
"Lady Merlina?" Percival looked up, as Sonic turned in confusion.
"Wait, why? It's just a puppet." Sonic said.
"It is far more than just a puppet." Merlina stated. "It is a source of corruption. Just like the Scabbard of Excalibur."
Sonic and Percival looked at each other, dead serious. "Yeah, not taking any chances." Sonic said. "Get that thing out of here."

Merlina is an odd one. A unique character in a less unique setting, and quite the stand-out from her role. Depending on what she chooses to do with her later knowledge, she could make things complicated...
King Sonic, meanwhile, is a fearsome foe to be reckoned with no matter who fights him. Especially with that sword. I can see why Z plans to remove him from the equation as soon as possible.
The others have little weight.


Camelot Castle, Serena's Room
"I'd love that!" Serena said. "But... you might not exactly like it..."

Serena. Her presence would be meaningless without Ash Ketchum.

Camelot Castle Interior
Sir Gawain chuckled. "You're going to have to! For the duration of the time you're in Camelot, the King will provide you with a place in the refugee camp made for travelers like yourselves."
Ruby squealed.
"Staying in a castle like THIS...?! YANG! THIS IS A FAIRY TALE COME TRUE!" Ruby hugged Yang tightly.
"Well, that's convenient." Tony chuckled.
"This is much bigger than Sequin Palace..." Shantae remarked, looking around. "So, the King. Where is he?"
"The throne room is just upstairs." Gawain said.

Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long are disposable. Unique, perhaps, but weak. If only Zeliyis had pulled her from later. Those Silver Eyes of her are quite interesting.
The Knights of the Round Table are merely pawns to be discarded.
Shantae is no stranger to dimensional travel. That makes her a possible threat. If needed, she will be dealt with.
Tony Stark is easily the most dangerous one among the group. I would not be surprised if when He destroys every hero, Stark would be the last one standing. He tends to beat the odds like that.
...hm. Strange that I cannot tell what is in store for him.


Goldenwalk Business District
Scorpio stopped his walk.
Chara's insolence... She could get away with it in her own world, perhaps. But Cecil spoke the truth in his defense. He liked him. "Thank you, Commander Cecil." Scorpio said, his tail flicking and smashing a hole in the concrete beneath him.
His tail clanking, he turned around, standing over Chara with his arms crossed. "I am the strategist here. I am the GENERAL here. And I am the one who knows about you, Chara DREEMURR." Scorpio said. "He comes with me. You have your own task to accomplish."
Scorpio stood back and watched as Cecil handled the orders, letting out a chuckle as he reselected the building. "Good work, Commander." Scorpio said. "I can see I made the right choice, placing you in charge here."

Scorpio. The most dangerous of Zeliyis' commanders by far in intellect alone. If he knew of what plans were in motion... I don't think he would want to deal with such an annoyance interfering with things. Fortunately, he shall be dealt with for us.
Cecil. Essentially a lesser Scorpio. He is weaker, less intelligent, and holds a lesser position. What Scorpio sees in him, I doubt I will ever understand.
Elidocorc. A nuisance.
As for Zeliyis' other commander... well, she is irrelevant for the moment.


The Wilds, The Cliff
"Scaling down the cliff directly is a death sentence." Keda said. "You may be able to fly, but the jerk and I can't. We'll have to take the long way my tribe uses."
Calling Alpha to his side, Keda moved into a run, dashing away from the cliff. After a few minutes, he found the slope the hunters used. Slowing down, he began to walk down the hill - he didn't want to trip and fall all that distance. He assumed Rex and Erza would watch his back.
Upon reaching the bottom after about ten minutes of walking, he looked around to try and scout things out. In the distance, he saw the tree where he and Alpha had met.
Looking up, he tried to gauge the sun. ...it was going down.
"We won't reach the cave before nightfall." Keda realized.

Erza Scarlet is certainly the most interesting among this trio. Her powers make her a very capable fighter. Interesting, to be sure, but not among the best of Zeliyis' selected.
Rex Raptor is a bumbling fool with an ego the size of the moon. He hasn't yet realized the extent of his deck's current powers, to his own misfortune. Zeliyis made a strange move, changing the abilities of the cards. Nothing in his deck is that unique or special compared to others from his world, however.
As for Keda? His survival chances in the Battle of Marseilles were low... but he does have a way of surviving the impossible.
That luck will run out soon.


Ultra Space
"Eh, I guess." Malos chuckled. "Necrozma, Necrozma! Come out wherever you are~!"
"Must you be so childish about our task?" Dracula asked, striding past them both.
"Hey, you gotta have fun with life!" Malos smiled, his Monado over his shoulder. "Now how are we going to find this thing...?"
"A simple matter." A voice said from the back of the group. Malos turned to see a woman, about five and a half feet tall, with a large black cloak over a dark grey suit and a black mask over long brown hair. The hair was soon covered up by a hood. "Leave the location of Necrozma to me."
Plague dropped down to a knee, and slowly, colored mist wisped around her. The coiling smog soon formed into creatures flying around her. Eventually, the creatures launched off into Ultra Space, soaring off at incredible speeds.
"So, once we find this creature, what is the plan?" Zan Partizanne asked of Malos, Dracula and Plague - the ones within Z's inner circle.
"The magic users will move in first." Plague said. "Batter it down with powerful attacks. Once it attempts to use its own strongest attack, Malos will use a technique known as Monado Jail to halt its attack. From there, the non-magic fighters like myself will move in to finish it off. Those not involved directly in the battle will maintain the perimeter to lock it in."

Z has gathered quite the cast of characters. Those in his inner circle are ones he can empathize with - his choices with them are obvious.
Malos, the Aegis, has only one goal in life - the extermination of humanity. Amalthus attempting to Awaken an Aegis was the worst possible scenario for Alrest. Despite having his core crystal broken in the past by his fellow Aegis, Mythra, it is complete. Z's multiversal knowledge works wonders.
Count Vlad "Dracula" Tepes died waging a war against humanity for their sins. Some could argue he was justified in doing so. A pity the Count has not realized he could reunite with his love, Lisa, through the use of Z's crystals. It would prevent so much tragedy...
Plague is the closest thing Z has to a friend, save for his love Risky Boots. Plague and Z have always had a strange connection. Plague is the only one who has ever been able to surprise Z, and Z has supplied Plague with a variety of technology before. Despite this, Z had no problem revealing Plague's operation to Maple in exchange for... something I will not talk about. Their friendship is an odd one indeed.
Watching Grima join the inner circle will certainly be fun.


Warzone

Suddenly, Michael saw several figures rising... before hooks shot out of the sky from some strange being. The mech pilot blasted away with a hydraulic-press-powered leap, avoiding the strikes. Great, as SOON as they vanish, THIS happens! As soon as he landed, Michael charged forwards, prepared to blast away at whoever this person was.
Before he could, however, his sight flooded with white and yellow energy.
Michael and his suit vanished from the Warzone, completely unnoticed.

...
This is unexpected.
 

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Doomslayer
Specter's Ship

He was pulled off his feet, and flung about like a toy. A toy. The Slayer grit his teeth. He'd seen people go 'too far gone', but this added on a whole level of its own. She was beyond 'too far'. It was almost as though she'd become a completely different person, even resorting to taunting him. He had to act fast, or risk her tossing him about resulting in his leg getting ripped from its socket. That was something he couldn't afford.

Flynn slammed into the floor for a third time, trying to get past his disorientation as he whipped out his UAC Standard Pistol, quickly aiming down at Kale. This wouldn't kill her- hell, it might not even hurt her, but if it provided a distraction? Then so be it. He didn't want to hurt her, but she was leaving him with very little options. Before he could fire, however, he was slung again, slamming back into the floor. He flexed his leg in an attempt to keep it firmly connected to his socket as she slung him for a fifth time, quickly aiming his weapon at her, and firing three shots in quick succession at her face.

Kale's face scrunched up as she closed her eyes, the bolts slugging nearly harmlessly into her face, though their light and impact provided an amiable distraction that Flynn needed, as she let go. His leg fell to the ground, and the marine quickly got to his feet, taking a few steps back before Kale refocused her attention on him. "Damnit, Kale. What's gotten into you?" He asked roughly. "Stand the fuck down."

Logan
Goldenwalk Sewers

Logan had been hearing the whirring, but didn't think much of it. He'd handled mechanical things before, and he wasn't exactly a stranger to the idea of robots. There was a possibility the android- Y -was dead but some sort of backup generator was still running. Or, maybe the android was simply still 'alive', and just temporarily deactivated from the shot.
Either way, it didn't really help their situation much. In order to get the others back on track, he spoke;

"It is." Logan told Toph before Alina spoke. He threw his voice back to her, not turning around as he continued to lead them through the sewer system. "She's a robot. A shot to the head won't kill them if their core is somewhere else- like the chest, which is still activated. All she needs is someone to repair her- and I doubt any of us can solve that, so let's keep moving. We're getting close."
And they were. The draft was getting stronger, the smell of fresher air becoming more noticeable.

He hated sewers.

Master Chief
Clockwerk Battle

And now... he was home. John found himself outside of the MJOLNIR armor once again, standing at attention. He felt shorter, slimmer... Looking ahead, he could see Senior Chief Petty Officer Franklin Mendez addressing the Spartans. He was talking about sacrifices... about change... about their next mission. John instantly recognized this speech. This had been the day their usual lives had ended. The day the Spartans had undergone the augmentation procedures that had taken so many of their lives, and made others physically or mentally incapable. Even with this insight, John kept at attention, though glancing to his left. There stood Fhajad, small beads of sweat clinging to his dark-skinned forehead.

He'd been good friends with John before the augmentation. After that- Fhajad had been reduced to a wheelchair, his legs inoperable, and his body suffering a constant fit of uncontrollable spasms. Now, here he stood. Proud. Young. Eager. John felt a ping of guilt. This was easily the most devastating mission the Spartans had ever undergone. It had wiped out almost half their ranks. He returned his attention to CPO Mendez. The main inspiration for John to achieve his rank of Master Chief. His main inspiration in life. Mendez had taught John everything he knew, but after Mendez had left to train the next generation of Spartans, John had never seen him again. It hurt, seeing him again. Seeing all these faces again, and knowing that the majority would perish. Either soon, or in the next 20 or so years.

But like the other scenes, this one changed. He was still standing at attention, but now before another familiar face. He could feel his armor around him again, and his HUD had reappeared. Captain Jacob Keyes stood before him, facing the other way. "Good to see you, Master Chief. Things aren't going well." The Captain stated, turning around to face the Spartan. John looked past him, out of the blast shields of the Pillar of Autumn, and saw Halo. The same one he'd destroyed only days prior to this experience. The distant specks of Covenant ships approaching reflected the light of the star in this system. Chief was confused and disoriented. His conscious mind was going through events in his life, but some events seemed to not belong. Like the sea of Flood he'd seen earlier... that was completely new. And the Covenant ships appearing above Marseille... that hadn't happened.

It was clear to the Spartan that he was either dreaming a very lucid dream, or hallucinating these events, which came close to the dream theory. Beyond that... he wasn't sure. But as he pulled himself from his thoughts, he found that the scene had changed once again. He was standing in a poorly lit room, save for a single Covenant platform in front of him, which displayed a small blue figure. The light provided by Cortana barely illuminated the large room he was in, but it seemed to consist almost entirely of Flood biomass. Looking down, he saw he had a BR55 Battle Rifle in his hands. Checking his HUD, he could see that he was dangerously low on ammunition, and his only secondary weapon was a depleted Covenant Energy Sword.

The Master Chief took a few cautious steps toward Cortana, before calling softly out; "Cortana." His rough voice penetrating the silence. The AI did nothing as she simply stood there, staring back at him. He felt more concern than he'd had previously arise in him. Something was seriously wrong here... She should be glad to see him. Or at the least scold him for infiltrating... He froze. What had he infiltrated? Where was he? He had so many questions, but no answers. However, another being revealed itself to him. Not through being, but through voice.

"BROKEN, THE CLOCK IS. OPEN TO POSSIBILITY." The voice boomed in his mind. John- with a sense of arising panic -felt that he couldn't move. He was frozen in place as the Gravemind he'd previously met spoke to him. What he said was new, however. This whole situation was new, and he was desperate for information. He had no idea what actions he had to take, and while he was good at improvising, the inability to move had him a little spooked. "A LINE, SEVERED, YET YOU ARE HOPELESS TO HALT THE COMING FLOOD THAT WILL CONSUME SPACE AND TIME."

"NOW I WILL ACT, AND YOU ARE HELPLESS TO STOP THE COMING TIDE."

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The Spartan turned his head to see the Hunter's attack, and was quick to turn about. For the Spartan, things moved much more slowly than they did for the Hunter, and he was able to grab the Hunter's outstretched arm with his left hand, yank the blade out from his right, then whirl about, flinging the Hunter away. Even if the Hunter had managed to land the attack, the blade would have been stopped by the energy shielding- and if it broke through the shielding, the armor would have deflected it.

But then, the Spartan froze, his body going rigid, and he remained like-so for apparently no reason. He was simply frozen in place, unable to move, though it was clear he was trying, with sudden jerky movements and twitches that didn't get him very far.
Something had him captured- somehow.

Spider-Gwen
Goldenwalk Streets

Gwen smiled, though it was hidden by her mask, which she quickly realized. For a split second, she debated removing the mask. Not like she lived in this place, anyway. She really had nothing to hide. So with that thought, she pulled the mask off by her face, and tucked it away into a pocket. She gave the Scythe a friendly smile, brushing some messy blonde hair out of her face. "Tomorrow sounds great. It's about time I made a friend here. Those HeroSquad people still haven't warmed up to me. Oh, also, my name's-" Gwen was cut off, however, by the Scythe crying; "What the hell!?"

Gwen followed the Scythe's gaze, back behind her, to a distant hunk of flaming metal in the sky, quickly dropping out of it. Gwen's brow furrowed as she watched the chopper disappear behind a building, obscured from view. Then, the Scythe wanted to flee. This didn't really faze Gwen a whole lot. It was understandable. A perfectly natural reaction- but the Ghost Spider couldn't let something like this go uninvestigated, regardless if the HeroSquad peeps were already there or not.

Gwen turned back to the Scythe, taking a few steps back in preparation to take off into the air and get to the crime scene. "We'll like... meet at Tony's Caffeine. You know that coffee shop around the block? The one with all the public computers? We'll meet there for coffee tomorrow morning at like- 9 am, if you like." With that, the Spider-Woman leaped into the air, turning about in the air, and firing a string of webbing to the corner of a tall building quite a ways away. With that, Gwen began to swing through Goldenwalk, trying to get to the scene as fast as she could, and slapping her leg mid-air as she remembered she forgot to exchange numbers with Scythe- let alone names.

Eh, whatever. They could at Tony's Caffeine tomorrow. If they had the chance, at the very least.

Chara Dreemurr
Goldenwalk Business District

Such condescension. Chara's smile merely widened as Cecil berated her. Then, he addressed his army- not before having a distant news chopper destroyed. Chara tilted her head in curiosity at the weapon used. A 'railgun', as Cecil referred to it. It seemed fairly powerful- though not anything like a single bullet of Determination could do. Regardless, it was impressive for humans.

Then he turned back to her, his voice still condescending. He seemed to believe his words had put her in her place- beneath them. The "child" simply let out a chuckle as Cecil finished his words. Then, Scorpio decided to enact himself on her. He referred to her by name, revealing he knew who she was. This was an interesting development, but not unexpected. Really, it was humoring. But he insisted Asriel remain with him, and Chara's smile lessened ever so slightly.

"No." She repeated after Scorpio seemed to think he'd made his point clear. Well- he had, but it mattered very little to Chara. "Asriel. Remains. With me. I hope you understand that. Of course, if you wish to conflict when you have a job to do- well. I suppose you can take it up with Zeliyis when he questions your prolongevity of the situation. I wasn't accepted among your ranks by Elidocorc here because of mercy. I was selected because of what I can do. Now- I'm going to deal with this sewage problem you're all so worked up about. Asriel comes with me. If you have an objection- keep it to yourself. I'm not working for you. I'm working with you, and if you'd like to keep my services in your favor, then you won't have a problem with Asriel remaining with me."

As she spoke, her voice continued on in its smooth, slow way. A way that some people might even say was intimidating, or fear-inducing. Either way, Chara had proven her point. She had made her stance clear, and if they still had a problem with that?
Well...

Who could stop her?

Vriska
Risky's Ship

She hadn't had too much time to assess the situation, unfortunately, as some little guys with pitch black skin, little red clothing, and large yellow eyes moved in to surround her. She thought quickly, looking towards the obvious captain of the ship, Risky. "Ahoy!" She called. "My name is Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, captain of the Petticoat Seagrift." She announced. That really wasn't the name of the ship she'd built with Terezi- as they hadn't named it. But Vriska knew pirates named their ships, and this was clearly a pirate ship. It had to be! What else could it possible be!?

"I be a fellow Buccaneer. Blow me down, I was expectin' a warmer welcome!" She continued, quickly beginning to get more into her pirate-self, happy to use this lingo again. While she used the lingo, she didn't give the accompanying stereotypical pirate voice with it, and spoke with her personal tone. However- there was one problem. Her outfit did NOT appear to be the attire of a pirate. Bright orange and colorful. She'd need to deactivate her God Tier and revert to her normal clothing. Hell with it, she'd do it now. Suddenly, the costume phased away, being replaced by a much more punk look for the Troll. She wore a pair of worn shoes, equally worn denim jeans with holes in the knees, a black shirt with the symbol of Scorpio emblazoned in the color cerulean on the center, and covering her shirt was an open dark-grey vest. She adjusted her glasses, gave Risky a casual grin, and folded her arms.

Ant Man, Hank Pym
New York Alleyway

"Drive, dad!"

Hank didn't do so immediately, however. The alleyway exit was too thin for the van to make it through unscathed. He got his right hand ready to activate the shrinking mechanism of the van before flooring it, slamming the gas pedal down, and the van revved loudly as it took off, and Hank activated the shrink.

However, just as they were shrinking, there was a flash of blue, followed by darkness. The van rattled along, but it seemed everything outside of it had just... vanished. "What the hell...?" Hank muttered, looking through each of the windows and seeing only an inky blackness. The van continued to rattle, and it felt like it was moving, despite Hank having lifted his foot off the gas. He tested the brakes, and found that they did nothing in their situation.

"Okay. Uh... nobody freak out, but... I think we just died." Scott said.

Rick Grimes
Fenrir Far East Branch

"Right." Rick replied simply, looking the model God Arc over. Why the hell did they have to be so big? Whatever. He'd find a way to work comfortably with it. The man shouldered the mock weapon, and stroked his graying beard thoughtfully with his free hand. The rules of this place were so foreign, yet... He was getting used to them. Maybe he had just become keen to adapt. He'd been forced to adapt quickly when he'd woken up in the world of the walkers. He had to adapt again during the days at the prison... when they'd been captured by the cannibals... during the war against Negan... when they'd began to finally rebuild... and now, here he was.

"What do you want me to do?" Rick asked, looking back at Tsubaki, lowering his right arm, but keeping the fake God Arc resting on his shoulder as he awaited her response.

Bro
Throne Room

Bro opened his mouth for another snarky comment to intentionally provoke the hedgehog, as Bro found it quite enjoyable to provoke others, until Merlina began talking shit on his puppet. This time, it was Bro who felt provoked. "Hey, man. Lil' Cal is awesome. Don't shit-talk, he's done nothing wrong." The guy frowned, his orange eyes narrowing behind his kamina shades. His grip on Lil' Cal's arm tightened, and he cast a glance down at the puppet, who's head was lopsided as he stared blankly at the corner of the room. "You got a fear of puppets or something?" He asked Merlina, looking away from Lil' Cal.

Artemis
Serena's Room

"Nonsense, dear." Artemis replied with the dismissal wave of her hand. "I've been incapable of very much exploration despite my status. Anything would be better than my home. Here, or any other world, I'm free of my usual responsibilities. I know, that must seem selfish- but once you've served man for a thousand years, repeating the same routine, it gets quite dull."

Gordon Freeman
Combine Citadel

It had been a hopeless move, but the Free Man was out of options. He'd gotten in the pod in the hopes he could ascend up to Dr. Breen, save Alyx and Eli, kill his old administrator, blow the Citadel, and get the hell out. Things went fairly smoothly at first. He'd made it into the Combine Citadel with ease, as the Combine were distracted with human resistance at their doorstep, allowing Gordon the perfect opportunity to slip in undetected.

It didn't remain that way, however, as he'd soon encountered Combine resistance, and had to fight his way through the Citadel, ascending level after level. The mission got tougher and tougher as he went, but it was all coming to a close. He was ascending the rail inside a pod. He'd be just outside of Breen's office...

He hadn't been wrong, but it hadn't been his wisest move. He came up out of a cylindrical tunnel, still inside the pod, to find two Combine Elite's standing guard at the top in a small room with a single doorway, which led into an extended hall. The Combine didn't act surprised, and instead, stared at him. It took him a moment to realize he'd ascended directly into a stasis field, and as that thought crossed his mind, the stasis field proceeded to blast the weapons he carried- save for his Gravity Gun and his Crowbar -with blasts of alien electricity, which disentigrated the weapons on-contact. Then, the Gravity Gun left him, the stasis field using its ability of magnetic manipulation to make the weapon hover away from him, and right into the hands of one of the Combine Elite's, who calmly took it.

Then, a familiar face entered the room. Judith Mossman. The traitor. Gordon grit his teeth, realizing how hopeless his situation was. He'd been outplayed directly into Breen's hands. This had been a trap. Judith gave Gordon a look of pity, and guilt flashed across her face. She clearly hadn't been expecting him to be captured...

"I'll take him from here." Mossman told the Combine holding the Gravity Gun, who gave a simple nod, before turning, and walking out of the room and into the hall. Gordon struggled against the pod, and found that it had been magnetically sealed by the stasis field. Those things were really getting on his nerves by this point. "Don't struggle." Mossman advised as she walked up to him inside the pod. "It's no use. Until you're where he wants you... there's nothing you can do."
She meant 'he' as in Breen, Gordon understood that much.

Judith Mossman couldn't look Gordon Freeman in the eyes as she turned, and began leading the pod- which was being magnetically pulled toward her -while saying; "I'm sorry."
Gordon let out a sigh. Trapped and helpless. All he had was a crowbar and his mind- but despite his MIT education, he could think of no successful circumstances out of this. The only thing that came close was... somehow everything went to shit. Maybe the resistance could provide another distraction... No. They wouldn't be able to. There were too many Combine Striders around the Citadel. The Resistance would be crushed if they launched an invasion into the Citadel.

So Gordon kept his mouth shut, and instead, thought about what was coming next. What did Breen have in store for the Free Man? As he began to think about this, he could hear Breen's condescending voice echoing down the hall. The pod followed Mossman, who followed the Combine Elite carrying the Gravity Gun, who was approaching an open doorway. Two high-security blast shields sat on either side of the doorway, ready to be sealed and prevent attackers from getting into Breen's office.

"-I have studied 36 zones beyond our own. Carbon stars with ancient satellites colonized by sentient fungi. Gas giants, inhabited by vast meteorological intelligences." Gordon could begin to make out Breen's words as the trio neared the office. "Worlds... stretched thin across the membranes where the dimensions... intersect..." The Combine Elite stopped outside of Breen's office, taking a post in front of one of the blast doors as Judith walked past him, leading Gordon into the office.
It was quite spacious, but mostly empty. Every surface was of a dark metal, but there sat a large wooden desk near the center of the room, on a platform. Red carpets lined the low ramps going up the platform to his desk. Behind his desk sat a comfy black chair, and a large monitor that he could use to communicate through any Combine-controlled screen across the planet.

Breen struggled with his words for a second. "Impossible to describe with our limited vocabulary." Gordon could now see Breen in the room, standing at the edge of the short platform, which only extended about a foot above the rest of the ground. Inside of another pod, hanging from a mechanical arm in the room, placed in front of Breen, was Eli, trapped inside. He was glaring at Breen with malice. "What I've seen is also beyond words, Breen." He stated. "Genocide. Indescribable evil." Eli's gaze then shifted from Breen to Mossman, who entered the room and stood beside Breen's desk, then his eyes flitted over to Gordon, and his eyes widened in shock, the realization that the resistance had lost with the capture of Gordon crossing his mind. "Good... God..."

There was a hole in the ceiling, white light emanating from it. From the hole was the mechanical arm holding Eli's pod, and another extended from it to grab Gordon's pod, and pull it next to Eli's. "Well, if it isn't Gordon Freeman at last." A smile broke out over Breen's wrinkled face, though it wasn't exactly friendly. He turned his gaze from Gordon to the Combine Elite, who'd followed Gordon's pod. He still held the Gravity Gun. "What's this?" He looked down at the weapon, then waved his hand dismissively. "Put it over there." He ordered, gesturing to his desk, before returning his attention to Gordon.

Breen walked calmly to stand in front of Gordon's tube, and smirked. "You... have my gratitude, Doctor." He stated. "First you lead me straight to the doorstep of my oldest friend," He gestured toward Eli. "Then you deliver yourself... If I'd known you were gonna come straight up to my office, I wouldn't have bothered hunting you in the first place!" Breen chuckled at this, clasping his hands together. "Having both of you in my keeping ensures I can dictate the terms of any bargain I care to make with the Combine." At this, Breen started to laugh, holding his temple as he did so. Judith pursed her lips, before taking a step forward. "Doctor Breen." She said. He ignored her as his chuckles died down. "Wallace." Judith pressed, and Breen removed his fingers from his temple in annoyance. "Yes, Judith. What is it?"

"The bargain we should be making is for Eli's life so we can continue his research." Breen rolled his eyes at her words, before turning to face her. "Thanks to you, we have everything we need in that regard." He placed his hands on Mossman's shoulders, who looked a bit uncomfortable as she gulped. Eli continued to glare daggers at the back of Breen's head. "You're more than qualified to finish his research yourself." He then looked at Eli. "What neither you nor I can do is convince that senseless... rabble in the streets to give up their senseless struggle. Yet, Eli refuses to speak the words that would save them all."

"Save them?" Eli growled. "For what?" Breen frowned, his fist clenching, before he took a step away toward his desk, and pressed a button. "Eli, if you won't do the right thing for the good of all people..." He paused as the mechanical arms moved to separate Gordon and Eli, making room for another pod that was pulled into the semi-circle by a third mechanical arm. "Maybe you'll do it for one of them." Breen smirked as Eli turned his head to look at the newcomer, who was struggling inside of her pod helplessly. Gordon looked to her too, and his gut clenched.

It was Alyx.
 
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Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: The Contessa
Location: Risky’s Ship.

Ms. Contessa. I believe we should have a nice, long chat. But stop antagonizing Ms. Boots.

“Long chat? Hmph. I don’t even know who you are much less what you would offer me.” The spider warden spoke up front. “But I am listening. Despite your...choice of company.”

At that moment, a troll like figure had emerged in a similar fashion to how the Contessa did to this world. She gave the small little createn an raise of her brow.

“All these little things coming from the woodwork! The surprises never cease.”

C and the other soldiers kept their defensive parimeter near The Contessa, despite her showing little to no fear. The appearance of a troll didn’t exactly help the bumpiness factor of the men either, as they seemed more willing to pull the trigger than ever.



Name: Specter, Timeman.
Location: Think Tank HQ

Specter saw the rapid shift in kale, turning from a nervous girl into a full on ogre of rage. Specter was shocked at her animalistic state when she grabbed hold of Doomslayer, flinging him around like a doll, making craters in the armor.

“...This power...! Where was she hiding all of that?” He turned to the trio. “You knew of this...you know of other multiversal affairs...What is it that your after? If you wanted something you would have taken it without my permission.”

He begged the question, still keeping an eye on Kale’s ‘situation’. The ship rose higher and higher, reaching now above the clouds. It seemed the ship was going closer and ever closer to space. As it was going there, a object in the distance grew bigger and bigger. What it was seemed unknown for now. But whatever it was...the ship was making a straight shot toward it.


Name: Rex Raptor
Location: The Wilds


“Hey just who are you callin’ jerk?!” Rex growled. “At least I don’t make cave paintings!”


Rex had to admit, the thought crossed his mind to have Erza ferry them both up to the top, one at a time. Him of course getting the first ride with her. One questions remains: how are we gonna dump this caveman and get some alone time? we could rewrite history and bring the Dinos back to rule the earth again!! The dinosaur king and his warrior queen. Heh, i can see it now. But it won’t come to reality if this rock eater is with us!

Falling back to Erza, he cupped his hand to whisper to her. “Yo, listen. How about we drop him off back where his people are, and we can go on our merry way? This is his stop after all.”
 
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Pro Hero Dekiru

Previously Battle Legend G.K.
Talon and Macy
Camelot Throne Room


Talon's ears perked up. Macy turned.
"Hey, what's up?" she asked.
"If the King's tired now, he's about to be even more," he noted, loud enough for the room to hear him.
"You don't mean..."
"Yeah," Talon replied, turning back. "More people are coming. I can hear them; they're downstairs."

Jet
True Lab


The wolf noticed his allies spared, one of them helped.

*The wolf is resistant to fight.

Jet approached. "We're just trying to help out each other. We don't want to hurt you."
The wolf hesitantly stepped forward.
"Please," Jet said. "Help us. You don't have to be Scrapbook's weapon. You can be my--our ally."

*The wolf ponders this. It sits, letting its guard down completely.
*You smile.

X MERCY
>*SPARE

*YOU WON!!!
*You earned 0 XP and 0 GOLD.

Jet grinned, scratching the wolf behind the ear. He faced the purple wall. He looked towards the sky, knowing that Gaster was watching his every action.
He glared at the Royal Scientist, placing his hand on the floor.
Jet readied his sword, as his left eye ignited like a particular someone in this universe.
The crystalized flames of his elemental power shot across the left side of his face, lighting up the room. The ninja-in-training gripped his trusty weapon reversed, with energy now swirling around him.
Sighing, Jet started slowly moving into a spin.
Using his arm, he began to break into a Sonic-like breakdance, spinning faster as a larger amount of of energy pooled around him.
"Just watch me," he muttered, too quietly for anybody who wasn't all-knowing to hear. "I'm gonna break through you. Through everybody and everything in my way."
He raised his volume, making sure everybody could hear him. Including Frisk and You-Know-Who.
Jet found the perfect thing to say.
"Fast, faster, yet faster. The power keep growing; my strength grows deeper! YOUR VICTORY READINGS ARE NEGATIVE!!! I'M GONNA SHOW YOU JUST HOW VERY, VERY INTERESTING I CAN GET!!!"
The energy moved faster, as Jet's sword shimmered and danced around him like a ribbon in a windstorm.
"SO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS!!!"

"NINJAGO!!!"

Jet burst into Spinjitzu, the tornado's width centering around his midsection like a top. Crystals spiraled around him, and the energy finalized and almost appeared to be cut, almost like a diamond. In less than a split second, he had slammed into the purple wall.
Voices whispered into his head.
"Don't even try."
"Like you could break this wall with your power."

"Shut up," he thought, spinning faster.
"I'm not gonna be your damn guinea pig in your stupid little experiments," he exclaimed, increasing his power output. "I'll do whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want! YOU GOT THAT?!?!"
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Pipotrons
Location: Specter Ship: Pipotron holding


Pipotron Meta’s ever twitching eyes located a flashing light in one of the rectangles on the ship map. The flashing light intrigued him, as Meta floated eerily towards Pipotron Crack.

“What is that light, Gari?”

Crack whipped his neck around to Meta, and then to the flashing light that he pointed out. The toothy gremlin like Crack cackled audibly.

“Kekeke! Looks like some stragglers made it back aboard!”

Crack flew over to the monitor in question, his hands rapidly typing against it in some garbled code. It gave him the camera eye’s view of exactly who was there. He was met with Chief, Hunter, and a leaping Cutman that had just barley reached the inside of the ship from their run in with Clockwerk.

“Keke Keke! Only three remain! I’m gonna bring in so many forces to their location and crush them!”

Crack’s optic began to glow, but before he could do anything, Pipotron J, the leader of their outfit, looked up with his glowing eyes from the back of the room.

“Crack. You have a patient to attend to. Get to it.”

“Bleh! Really?” Crack sighed, his optic fading in color. “It would have been so fun to watch them squirm...!”

“Something tells me you won’t need to wait long...”

Crack hobbled slowly out of the Pipotron holding and into a small, octagonal room connected to it. Inside there was Elecman, held by electrical dampening devices and restraints, pinning his arms to the ceiling and legs to the ground. Crack giggled gleefully.

“Well then! Doctor Crack in the House! Kekeke!”

“Wha- what are you?!” Elecman growled, struggling to get free. “Let me go! I am the property of Doctor Light! If you don’t let me free, then-“

“Then what, yellow boy?” Crack tilted his head condescendingly. “Your gonna struggle slightly more? Keke...don’t worry.”

One of Crack’s lanky arms reaches out and grasps a small rotating saw blade, and the other grabbing a scalpel with three unknown extensions.

“Live Dissections are always my favorite job!!”
 
Name: Hiro, Kale & Keyblade Trinity Squadron
Location: Specter's Ship/Clockwerk


Hiro's eyes widened as one lone missile seemed to turn 360 and charge for him as opposed to rain down with the others, one that managed to somehow avoid all the other missiles and Hiro's lightning as it aimed true for him. Hiro quickly worked to fly back to gain distance but as the missile made a sharp turn after him he realized it had to be a homing missile as he had no way to avoid it.

Well, conventionally...

Instead Hiro would work to plant himself gently on one of the descending missiles that had yet to strike where Clockwerk used to be as the homing missile aimed towards him. Hiro would gather wind as he waited and waited till the missile would be too close to avoid a collision, then he shot himself from the other missile away from them both as the two missiles crashed into each other.

Kaboom!
A large explosion sent a shockwave that slammed into Hiro; as he avoided the blast but failed to escape that as it knocked him off flight as he began to free fall. Hiro groaned, his magic usage pushed his limits and his body suffered from general fatigue; a toll taken from this battle on top everything else he had endured today.

Still, as he tilted up and saw Clockwerk descend to Specter's ship in an effort to get at the others he grit his teeth. He managed to catch himself in the air as he righted himself before he glanced at the mechanical bird with his teeth grit; he clutched his chest as he began to channel magic again which caused a voice to raise concern.

Hiro, this is too much. You will leave your body in ruin if you continue to push yourself....

I don't care, I won't let that thing hurt anyone else. I will never lose anyone again, I'll make sure of it...

Hiro, you can't let this guilt over what happened eat at you...

Shut up! If you are not gonna help me then stay out of me way and let me fight!

With his resolve clear, Hiro shot at high speeds up to Clockwerk as he charged with driven focus and a frantic pace as Total Eclipse began to shine as he focused what magic he had not used for the wind-guest boost around the weapon as he closed in on Clockwerk. With pure fury, in spite of some blood that trickled down his chin as a result of this, he aimed to slam his magic-fueled Keyblade into one of the gaps that had been generated and try to deliver a mighty magic slash.

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Kale wiped her eyes from the shots that Doomslayer fired upon her, the Berserker found this to be more annoying than anything as she glared at her "friend" with her teeth grit as she heard Doomslayer ask what had gotten into her.

"What's with me? What's with me!? HOW DARE YOU!? After that slaughter you ask what's gotten into me!? I will make you pay!" Kale roared out, as it seemed she referenced that incident earlier where Doomslayer "slayed" the innocent monkey employees though had been unaware of it being just a hologram. The roar itself rattled the hall before she charged ahead as her aim seemed to be to try and drive her shoulder into the demon slayer's chest.

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"We simply make one observation about what this girl is doing and now you presume us to be a fault over it? I am hurt...." The leader of the Trinity Squad replied as Specter tossed a pair of accusations at them.

"Well, we hoped to talk business with you one this...issue here, is resolved. All will become clear then. All we can say for now is we have never met this girl and have no clue what this power is." The second of the trio explained while the hooded figures had their attention on the simian genius.

"Our point here is that this girl is dangerous, not just to the intruders but to your ship as well. If something isn't done, if she can't be controlled then action will have to be taken before her fury becomes a risk to us." The third of the trio spoke, this one more feminine but with the same tone as the others as they expressed their concern and seemed eager to jump in to deal with her as they sensed that Kale was a danger to everyone not just an enemy.

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Name: Kyuseishu & Gilgamesh
Location: Warzone


"Oh how fun..." Gilgamesh mused as he produced a spear when he saw Michael and his mecha charge the pair. A bold strategy, but Gilgamesh admired such confidence and seemed eager to meet his challenge.

Then he vanished. Much to Gilgamesh's confusion and disappointment.

"Forget about him, we have more pressing matters. You will lead the Forsaken into the city and secure a stronghold within it. The tallest building you can find, once you do that we can proceed as scheduled." Kyuseishu said with a firm tone as Gilgamesh let out a sigh while the scanned the legion of white monstrous creatures as he rested the spear behind his neck.

"And what do you aim to do? Not like you to miss out on such fun oh I am sorry "urgent business" as you'd say." Gilgamesh asked as Kyuseishu produced what appeared to be a light disc under his feet as he began to levitate while his eyes focused on the sky above city.

"I figured you of all people would understand that much. I must make preparations to set up a link. Now go on, and if you encounter resistance subdue by any means necessary do I make myself clear?" Kyuseishu as Gilgamesh simply gave a mocking salute but he understood well enough as he began to lead the Forsaken army to the city while Kyuseishu took to the sky to begin personal preparations.

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Name: Yang
Location: Camelot


"Well, what are we waiting around here for them?" Yang asked, a smile on her face as she hugged Ruby back gently as it felt oh so nice so have this moment of embrace with her sister after all they had been through. However she was eager to meet this king in question and given he was just upstairs she was eager to get the party moving.

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Name: Erza, Dipper, Finn & Jake, Star & Raven
Location: The Wilds


"We'll discuss this later. Though abandoning a comrade like this is the easiest way to make me consider dumping you off more than anything. Be mindful of that." Erza replied, as Rex's casual comment to ditch Keda rubbed the mage the wrong way as loyalty and bonds to comrades had been a virtue she held close to heart so her scowl showed that Rex's attempt to sway her fell through for the moment as she moved after Keda & Alpha.

Upon arrival, she saw the sun was setting as it appeared that they'd be unable to make it to their destination before nightfall. Erza glanced at Keda as she thought the situation over.

"We need to set up camp somewhere nearby. It's better we rest and journey against at daybreak."

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Dipper's eyes lit up at the mention of searching the place for information or clues about where they were. In truth he was naturally on edge but he figured if there was ever an opportunity.

"W-well, I could search with you. Figure having two eyes on it would be better than one?" Dipper offered to Twilight as Star glanced at the Tundra ahead of them.

"Um, maybe we should try and set up camp to. Starting to get dark." Star said as she wanted to bring everyone's attention to that fact.

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Name: Toph & Lucario
Location: Goldenwalk City

"Well then um....anyone got a way to maybe revive her or something?" Toph asked the group as while she had been a master metal bender anything that had to do with high tech software and what not was lost on her. And if there was a chance that Y could be rebooted or something then they had to take it.

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Lucario growled a bit as the fool who compared his life to a game rambled on a weak justification. Which nonsense, he was but a literal play thing to the people of this world? The Aura Pokemon was insulted!

But the Fighting type disregard that, as his focus was made to the offer laid out before him. Much as this group rubbed him the wrong way, he had to concede that to return home was most ideal and really if they could follow through on their word he had no better alternative. With a sigh, the Aura Pokemon gave a nod.

"If you can get me back home, I will lend you my services. For the time being."

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Name: Akame & Bakugou
Location: Yharnam


As the two along with the werewolf walked to the sound of Deku's cry, they soon came across a curious sight. A woman who was in the mask as she seemed to try to get attention to no avail. Something Bakugou aimed to correct as he walked up to the woman as he seemed on edge; something the woman might think was an attribute to the nightmare world but really just his usual temperament.

"You! Do you live in this dump, where are we!?" Bakugou yelled out as Akame let out a sigh while she followed. This guy was gonna be an issue the entire time wasn't he?

"Apologies. What he meant to say was we are a bit lost and need some clarity on where we are and help if you can provide it." Akame replied, as she cast a death glare at Bakugou which caused him to scowl...and drop a single sweat, but he'd never admit it as Akame took charge. In truth Akame was not too keen on trusting people, and in a context like this she had been reminded of her ventures with Danger Beasts in the Assassination training with her sister. In such an environment, it was better not to put faith in anyone but for this moment she had to be the leader and not just a weapon as information might be difference between death or returning home.

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Name: Ogremon
Location: Tokyo, Japan (Tamers)


What!? You've got to be kidding me I can't wear this!

Oh come on Ogremon, I had it custom designed just so it would fit you. I think it will help.

I am a warrior! I can't go around wearing this sissy thing!

But what if it rains? This can help you avoid catching a cold. Plus it helps keep you warm and the boots mean you don't worry about slipping.

I'll say this once I will never wear this thing you hear me!
As the rain pored, the site of a large green skinned individual walking alone in a yellow raincoat might have drawn some eyebrows if anyone had been walking along the sidewalk. Thankfully Ogremon seemed to be alone at the moment as the Digimon walked with club in hand with purpose as he desired to find a fitting site and he had one in mind though it required a trip to the park.

Though, his journey was cut off but a figure in a cloak. Which caused the warrior Pokemon to raise an eyebrow before he scowled.

"Out of my way, if you know what is good for you." Ogremon warned as he aimed to make but one warning, but the figure seemed to brush this off as he reached for something in his pocket.

"Sorry, but there is a crisis coming. One that requires your aid..." The figure explained as Ogremon scoffed even as he pulled out a small crystal.

"And I care why? None of my business, and I am not in any hero mood. Not today. Now then I won't repeat myself again. Move." Ogremon said as he slammed his club onto the ground as if to use the show of force as the figure responded by simply tossing the crystal at Ogremon's feet. Before he knew what happened a bright light flashed and soon enough Ogremon vanished as the figure let out a sigh.

"Why did I know he'd be difficult?"
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Name: Ogremon
Location: Catgirl Universe


Ogremon blinked a bit as before he realized what happened as he landed on a plane and found himself with a group of individuals he had never met before. It took only a moment for the raincoat covered Digimon to raise his club as he glared at them.

"Who are you!? Do you have any idea who you are dealing with!? You and that cloaked guy are gonna pay now tell me where I am!?" Ogremon yelled out to Catgirl and company not that he had been familiar with any names.

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Name: Katsu
Location: Dream Land (Castle Dedede)


"Ugh....is this really necessary? I'd rather just take on these....puff balls head on."

"W-well considering our last "direct" confrontation had them shoot us down I'm open to this alternative."

"Yeah besides we're after the core. Not war, and this way we can really pull one over them. It will be great!"

"L-let's not get ahead of ourselves...."

"Oh don't be a downer Nick."

"Okay guys we're almost there."​

Along the main trail that lead to Castle Dedede, star attorney Phoenix Wright and his assistant Maya had the arms of Keyblade Wielder Katsu draped over their shoulders as he lied limp and "defeated" as it appeared the pair were bringing him along to the castle. In truth, the trio had been part of a party that traveled to this world with the intent to find information on this factory in development. A group that consisted of himself, the law-firm pair, the half-genie Shantae, the adventurer Shovel Knight and the eldest of the Bomberman Bros White Bomberman. An alliance made to combat the Forsaken that tried to branch out influence within the Infinity Realm through these factories of unknown utility, though before they could make ground a pair of Waddle Dee snipped their ship down and among the wreckage one that had a bandanna led a group of them to take the ship's core which effectively left them stranded.

Katsu wanted and was oh so eager to charge the castle, but it was decided that taking on an entire kingdom at their castle head on was to put a frank an absurd idea. So they opted with this plan....to present Katsu & his Keyblade Leviathan as if they had been willing to give in to whoever was in charge. Unknown to the man named King Dedede, White Bomberman hung back out of view just within his throwing range while Shantae and Shovel Knight aimed to sneak around the back. As they approached, a pair of Waddle Dee guards curiously eyed the trio as they approached with spears in hand. Naturally, this caused a bit of sweat to roll down Phoenix's cheek while Katsu continued to pretend to be knocked out as Maya cleared her throat before she got in character.

"We come here to humbly declare our surrender and apologize fro violating your airspace. We bring you this individual and his all powerful magic key as a token to the great King Dedede!" Maya called out, as both Waddle Dee glanced at each other while Phoenix held up Leviathan and soon enough one of them dashed back to the castle. Within a couple minutes, the doors opened to the palace as out walked the large Penguin king flanked by that Waddle Dee with the bandana on his head along with a few other Waddle Dees that went to grab Katsu's "prone" body and held it over their heads as they brought him inside. The Bandana Dee grabbed the Leviathan and inspected it curiously and to Maya's internal comments "adorably" while King Dedede had a hefty laugh as he snatched it out of Bandana Dee's hands to inspect it for himself; his impressive hammy hung over his free shoulder as he gave a pair of curious slashes.

"Bah, this thing is suppose to be a weapon? Well I guess if I ever misplay one of my keys this might work as a replacement. Either way I'll never say no to free things." King Dedede replied as Bandana Dee glanced at the pair before he tugged on King Dedede's robe as it appeared he sensed something off about the pair and all this least to him.

"Oh come now do you really think they'd be able to pull one over on me? I am King Dedede, I could sniff out a ruse a mile away!" King Dedede replied with boastful confidence.

"INCOMING!"
Phoenix & Maya dived back as a lone bomb appeared out of nowhere and landed and smacked King Dedede on his crown. Bandana Dee jumped back as Dedede shook his head before he glanced at the bomb now in front of him as his eyes shot open just as the Keyblade he held vanished from his hand.

Boom!
The explosion knocked King Dedede on the roof of his castle and before Bandana Dee could respond several Waddle Dees flew from inside the castle as soon Katsu appeared with a sly grin on his face.

"Okay that was more satisfying then I expected. Let's see what you got puff ball." Katsu challenged as Bandana Dee pulled out a spear and the two clashed with each other. Other Waddle Dee came to back up their commander, but then a series of bombs blasted them away which was further complicated by an elephant that rammed into the rear wall of the castle as Shantae (who shifted back to her half-genie form) and Shovel Knight began their simultaneous attack which divided up the Waddle Dee forces and kept them busy while Phoenix & Maya snuck inside the castle with the goal to find the generator and try to escape quickly. As Bandana Dee & Katsu traded blows with each other he caught site of something that fell with fury as he jumped back just in time to avoid King Dedede's hammer slamming down on the floor which caused the ground to split which was accompanied by a low rumble.

Given his glare and red face, it appeared that King Dedede was quite furious to put it kindly.

"How dare you make a fool of me!" King Dedede yelled out, though before Bandana Dee could attack again a bomb from White Bomberman forced him back.

"Funny, I figured with that outfit you did that to yourself already." Katsu replied with only a touch of smugness as Dedede charged and he and Katsu engaged in a clash.

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Name: Fumiko "Fumi"
Location: Arendelle (Elsa's Castle)


As a snow storm raged on, a series of darkened figures with bright yellow eyes shuffled through the thick snow. A legion of horrific beings, known through the worlds as the Heartless, journeyed up the mountains on the borders of Arendelle as they eyed this ice castle that had been a recent addition to the landscape. A product of a distraught heiress in Elsa, who brought about an unending winter to the land; least that is what Fumi had been informed upon her arrival.

Fumi, a young Keyblade Wielder, along with her large party which she nicknamed the Kingdom Club: Which comprised of Donald Duck's three nephews Huey Duey & Louie along with Goofy's son Max. They had arrived on Fumi's quest to find a way back into the Infinity Rift to get to Hiro & Katsu on top of finding those in worlds to join in a coalition to combat the rise of the new Heartless Empire; under the command of the Empress of Evil Maleficent, who had rejuvenated herself with the boost of the cursed artifact the Heart of Sin.

Now she feels reinvigorated, and desires to gain control of all worlds through the power of Kingdom Hearts itself. But that is a story for another time....

For now, the immediate future focused on the threat at hand. Fumi's group managed to get to Elsa's castle thanks in part to a group led by Elsa's sister Anna who came to speak with her sister along with mountain man Kristoff & his trusted reindeer Sven and one of Elsa's creations in Olaf. The two parties teamed up, and they managed to get into the castle where Anna spoke with Elsa but before much else could happen Maleficent sent one of her dark generals in the Heartless Knight along with a legion to invade the castle. Maleficent saw potential in Elsa's incredible power, and hoped to mold that and take her as an apprentice....whether she'd be willing to come at first or not.

Now a stand needed to be made, and while they were heavily outnumbered Fumi inspired them to press on. For she had faith in their abilities, and a plan to combat the Heartless horde....

As the black knight with the nightmare black aura advanced, a pair of enlarged snowmen monsters appeared. Elsa's guards, as they bashed some of the initial Heartless to slice them to bits and push the horde back. Though the Heartless Knight was unphased, as it crackled disturbingly before it pulled an elongated black blade from its spine and charged the creatures.

Swoosh! Slash!
Two clean slashes had been all that was needed to dispose of the snow monsters as they were reduced to snow mounds as the dark general pointed his sword forward; an unspoken command to advance as the Heartless eagerlly followed suit. Though their advance was halted as they gazed upon a curious sight.

From the windows of the castle, several paths of ice extended out and formed trails along the sky over the troops. Along these paths, several bombs rolled them; as Anna & Huey worked on preparing and unloading the explosives that rolled along their paths Elsa generated and dropped over the dark forces.

Boom!
Which led to several explosions among the legion. The Heartless Knight saw this as it prepared some dark magic and worked to try and blast at one of the ice paths to destroy it. But out of the blew a fireball appeared to intercept the strike, as it glanced over and focused on a curious item on one of the paths. Fumi, who skated along it herself and prepared her own Keyblade Pain of Solitude as she had a grin on her face and fired a couple more fireballs at the Heartless Knight; who responded in kind.

"EEEEEEEKKK!"
With an unnatural screech, it jumped through the air as it produced an aura around the sword and slashed at the fireballs; the dark aura blocked the fire at the sword strikes snuffed them out as the aura faded before it landed on the path in front of Fumi. The two charged and engaged in a duel trading blows. As the rest of the Heartless dealt with the bombs, some managed to escape and charge the castle....only to be greeting by a charging reindeer as Sven carried Kristoff & Max on its back while they charged the Heartless; placing Max in position to cut at the ones who advanced as they tried to force them back to the range of the explosives. They were supported by this ice plane that appeared overheard as Dewey had been flying it while Louie would drop some self-made firecrackers and more explosives down to blast the the other Heartless as the battle lines had been drawn.
 
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Catgirl's universe

Ali and Catgirl reacted quickly, preparing to defend themselves. Ali prepped the Multitrix, while Catgirl pulled a Catarang out of her utility belt. Okimi and Gao, however, recognized the figure. "We know nothing of this 'cloaked figure' you speak of." Okimi said. "And as for where you are, I've come to understand we're in 'Gotham City'."
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Clockwerk
Location: Specter’s Ship Freefall

Clockwerk Zoomed across the sky, beading in on Chief, Cutman, and Hunter’s location. He was ready to hypnotize them and then slice them into ribbons with his talons. That is...before Hiro delivered a powerful blow to his aft section. This seemed to instantly shut off his engine and the internals were crippled inwardly. Clockwerk was sent into a spiral, spinning right along his projected course, crashing into the doorway that the trio had stood between.

CRASH!!!!

Clockwerk’s body rammed right into the ship, several walls coming down smoke rose up high as a fire shad arisen from all the electrical lines and coils that Clockwerk rammed himself into. Everything on the floor seemed shrouded in the smoke, Clockwerk’s fate unknown. Several seconds passed...before a pair of bright shining lights lit up: Clockwerk’s menacing eyes.

With a quick and heavy beat of his wings, Clockwerk blew a large portion of the smoke out the gaping hole in the ship, revealing the behemoth owl. It had seemed Hiro had caused more damage than anticipated. Upon the crash, the dislodged internals crashed against each other, and broke off a lot more than expected. His engine that replaced his tail had completely broken off. Not only that, but his chest armors were hanging on by small beams of metal, and his lower jaw seemed unhinged and more monster looking in appearance.

His giant metal feathers, now covered in flaming fuel gave Clockwerk a hellish feel to his presence, his piercing yellow eyes cementing the fact that he wasn’t out. His claws stood him up on the floor, the metal owl glaring at the group.

“I—I-IM-I-Immortal!” The glitching owl boomed. “F7. F4. Alt...I am...Feet together...”

Clockwerk screeched as he smashed his way through the hall, shredding through the hallway with his flaming metal wings. Sprinting and working his way at the same time, the tight fitting owl pulverized any object in his path. A Canopek rounded the corner, aiming it’s weapons at the trio...until Clockwerk’s talons ripper through it’s body in one fell swoop! The same talons that raced towards the trio, from meters to room to feet! He was gaining ground fast, the mad genius mechanical monstrosity.


Name: Specter
Location: Specter’s Command Center HQ

Specter thought quietly about what the robed men and women had said, looking to the live feed of Kale, as her attacks against Doomslayer caused vibrations that cracked the glass of the camera’s optic. Specter closed his eyes, before turning around opening them at the keyblade weilders.

“I’m a civilized simian, so I shall make a deal. If you help contain this problem, then I will hear out your proposal with the upmost attention and Earnest.”

They were right about one thing: this had to stop, and fast. He wasn’t sure how long this could last before she tore open the entire deck, let alone his ship.



Name: Rex Raptor
Location: Cliff

Rex was dealt the most critical blow he had received throughout this entire venture: a Decapatating blow to his ego. He grabbed both sides of his head in shock. Nooooo! This is not how it was supposed to happen! At this rate, any chance of having a perfect fantasy marriage with a castle and children will be extinct! She’ll never love me! That’s it! Buckle down Raptor! Show her your stuff! Show her the determination of a dinosaur!

“Then let’s help our comrade get home! To his people! They need him! FOR THE TEAMMMM!!!”

With that stroke of newfound determination, Rex sprinted ahead of the bunch, and in front of Keda. The energy seeking to come from nowhere, snow and dust puffed up behind him almost comically, as he overcompensated for what erza said of him. He had to hold in his desire to roar like a T-Rex, something that usually isn’t a problem for most.

Name: Doug Duem & Numemon
Location: Catgirl’s Dimension.


In a bright flash of light, Doug and Numemon had fallen from the sky, landing down on something green and fleshy. Doug rubbed his head, trying to compose himself while Numemon practically splatted down on the ground, reforming himself like Jello.

“Agh...my head...” Doug moaned. “Numemon! Buddy are you alright?”

“Yup! I had this big hulking thing lighten the fall!”

“Hulking thing...?”

Doug looked up, and was taken aback at the sight of Ogremon, who held a raincoat of some kind. Numemon was planted right on his head. Doug grew stiff, knowing numemon was now match for it.

“...Numemon...! Get down from there...!” Doug hissed. “This Guy is champion level!”

“I dunno, he looks friendly to me!”

Numemon’s eyestalks bent down toward Ogremon’s eyes, taking ‘face to face’ far to literally.

“Yo, bigger Numemon, how did you get so tall?!”
 
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Pro Hero Dekiru

Previously Battle Legend G.K.
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There's just something so elegant about it; the calm before the storm.
At least one, pure second of peace.
Where nothing happens.
Where nothing occurs.
Where all of your worries begin to drown out, almost more so than usual.
Then, just as your body sinks into the normality of it all...
As you recline and relax, moving through your lives with no sense of danger...
As the tranquility begins to wrap its warm, loving tendrils around your soul...

All hell breaks loose.

Alarms rang in from above, loud enough for a deaf man to sense.
Minor vibrations stirred in the floor from the sheer power of the blasts.
Guards, employees, janitors, and the like stood--some panicked; some knew exactly what had to be done.
Teams of armed men charged down the halls, the barriers around it pure white and hear unbreakable.

Down another hallway, something was crawling through the vents above.

Something the world had seen before.

It dropped, landing in the midst of the chaos.
Calls rang out from the crowd of men and women dashing for their lives in the bedlam.

"OPEN FIRE!!! SUBDUE HIM OR DOWN HIM!!! I DON'T CARE WHICH!!! WE CAN'T LET HIM ESCAPE!!!"

A volley of bullets fired upon the monster in chains, who was gone before they could pull the trigger.

From up above, a warden and specialists argued upon the matter.
"How the hell did he get out?!" yelled the warden, furious, worried, and anxious all at the same time.
"We don't know," replied one. "We have reason to believe it was an inside job. For a split second, everything went off. The cameras, the handcuffs, the turrets, et cetera. Somehow, he knew it was all going to happen."

The figure was in the vents yet again, crawling to the depths of the massive facility.

"Damn," grunted the warden. "I want almost every gun we have on this guy; everything on the other guy stays where it is. Anything on him?"
Commands were punched into a computer. "That's a negative, sir; everything on him is all good. He's right where he should be."
The warden grunted. "A...gu..o's a serial killer. On NO circumstances does he leave Tartarus!"
"YES SIR!!!"

Unfortunately, their prisoner had made it to the vault.
"Amateurs," he muttered, fondling with his straitjacket. It fell at his feet, revealing a black sleeve-less suit.
Opening the chests, he robbed the other prisoners of their belongings and weapons that could be of use to him, after locating his own.

"Sir, we have him!!!"
"Where the hell is he?!"
"He..."
"Spit it out, Hyrotima!"
"He made it to the vault."
"...Son of a bitch. Get all of our guys down there NOW!!!"

"Idiots, the lot of them," muttered the man, now dressed in black and red. A light bulletproof vest lined his skinny torso, and his boots were back on. From outside, he could hear voices.
"C...Z...E ...KA...U...O!!! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!!
The man grunted, tying something to his head. He pulled something out of another box; a large sword. The prisoner was decorated with knives; in his boots, and on the sides and insides of his vest. A large set of pants with many pockets held folding knives and throwing knives, each of them honed to a deadly edge. An eye-mask was wrapped around his face.
On his back was a large katana; bulky and made incredibly well. It would serve as a fine substitute.
The door was opened as bullets rained down upon him.
The man turned, leaping through the air to avoid fire.
As he got close, men drew knives and batons in an attempt to subdue him.

Big mistake.

The once-captive swung his sword, taking off the head of the first guard. He fell to the floor, his corpse fresh.
His comrades, either idiotic or courageous, hefted their weapons and charged their escapee.
The man flung one of his many knives, impaling one in the heart. Blood oozed out of the fresh wound, as he fell to the floor, dead in an instant.
This was no man.
He was a monster.
Fighting against his "heroic" opposition, each and every one of the guards took some of his wrath; his anger.
One of them was cut I'm multiple places before his bloodied arm was sliced off. He bled to death, a did many before him.
Far before five minutes had passed, knives, swords, and the man's own uniform were splattered with blood.
Sadistically, the man slowly licked the red liquid off of his face, somehow causing some of the guards to freeze in place.
Before one guard could draw a pistol, his fingers were all one, and three knives, taken from his allies, were imbedded in his chest.
The thick, red substance flew across the room like an incredibly dark waterpark; it was a bloodbath to say the least.

From in the control room, men and women watched in horror as the men were brutally massacred.
Some almost got sick; some did get sick. Some couldn't even bare to watch.
The ones that ran were allowed to live; but that was only a few; a handful of smart men and cowards fled the scene, escaping the looming death that was behind them.
Before long, only one guard on the scene was left alive, and took a shot at the beast from a distance. He turned, his eye mask partially dark red from the chaos that ensued.
"D-damn you... Akaguro..."
That was a name he had not heard in years.
The man known as the Hero Killer laughed, donning a red scarf that was dyed by insane means. It was dyed a deeper red from what had just followed.
"You're all fools."
He licked another spot of blood from his face, freezing the guard who had dared to fire a round at him. Swiftly, he was dead, kicked in the neck by the serial killer's spike-tipped boots.
Chizome Akaguro walked away from the blood-stained walls, with a look colder than nitrogen.


"My name is Stain."
 
Goldenwalk Sewers

Peter heard Toph’s question. “Well, if we can find a way to meet up with the others again, Mr. Stark might be able to fix her,” he said.

As for the light, he could see it, too. “We must be getting close.”

Goldenwalk Base

Rocket hadn’t been paying much attention to the conversation up until he was addressed.

He and Thor had been asked for help defeating some evil villain. He didn’t listen too much, he dealt with stuff like this all the time.

“Yeah, we could definitely help,” he said. “Thor, you in?”

“Yeah, I think we should help them,” he replied. “Because that’s what heroes do.” He picked up Stormbreaker. “So when do we go?”

Camelot Forest

Bowser hadn’t paid much attention until Azula mentioned Negan’s name.

She said to Nanashi how Negan had left him here with them. He knew that Negan’s intentions were to help the group, but he could see that Azula was trying to go in a different direction. One way or another, Bowser could tell that Negan was right about her.

-

Kaleb was flung onto the floor, having been shot out of a portal. Two portals opened up next to him, spitting out Sawyer and Meta Knight.

“Son of a bitch,” Sawyer muttered. He stood up, rubbing his head, but what he saw surprised him.

“Is this what my home has come to?” Kaleb said. He was back in his universe, except everything was in chaos. They appeared to have landed in the Kanto region.

People were running around. Houses were burning. The distant sounds of gunshots and explosions could be heard.

Meta Knight stood up. Like Sawyer, he had been wondering where they were.

Kaleb heard the sounds of a fight from behind them. He turned around to see a familiar face fighting soldiers from a different region.

“Anthony!” he shouted. He charged in and punched the soldier with his metal arm, knocking him out. “Where are the others?”

“There are no others anymore!” he said to his friend before stabbing the other soldier with his glaive. “You disappeared, and when Hoenn got nuked by Sinnoh, the war continued. Everyone but us is dead.”

“What?” Kaleb said. His friends... gone? How could it be?

“Yep,” Anthony said back. “JC, Luke, Killian, Jason, everyone else, all gone. It’s just me and you left!”

“We need to stop this war,” he said. “And I need to find a way to reverse my disappearance so that none of this ever happened.”

He turned to Sawyer and Meta Knight.

“Will you help me?” he asked. “I need to save my home. And my friends.”

Meta Knight pondered for a moment, before nodding. It was a noble cause.

Sawyer, on the other hand, took longer to decide. “I’ll help, but after we’re done here, I’m gonna need a way home myself,” he said. “So I’ll help, if you help me get home afterwards.”

Kaleb smiled. “Alright then,” he said. “Let’s get to work.”
 
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Previously turnt3chGodh34d
Frisk, Alphys, Gaster
True Lab

Alphys bit her bottom lip, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead as she continued to hear the sounds of conflict through the metal wall. "T-think, Alphys... think..." She muttered. She had a lot of useful tools down here available to her, some moreso than others. She could use something to try and get through the wall- but what then? What if the others had fallen to Him? She knew the doctor was out there... she'd do better to remain hidden.

But that was something she couldn't do. She'd always played the coward, and in this situation, she knew she actually had the power to do something. Her hands began to tremble at the prospect of provoking Gaster, but... She turned from the wall, and quickly ran deeper into the True Lab. As she went, Endogeny appeared off to her left, wagging its tail rapidly, a bit of drool coming from the hole in the center of its face. "N-not now!" She called, speeding past him. The Amalgamate dog's body drooped at the rejection of attention.

She could remember... some time after He disappeared- He appeared to her several weeks later. The tools and blueprints he gave her were a fail-safe. Doctor Gaster had given her the tools necessary to potentially weaken or harm himself. That was the last time Gaster had seemed kind to her. After, he'd asked a lot of her. He'd... changed Guess that's what happens when you are given seemingly limitless creative control over an entire universe- or a multiverse. He'd had her continue his experiments, resulting in the creation of the Amalgamates, and...
Alphys gulped, rounding a corner and entering a room to her left, the wall sliding open to reveal it had been hidden.

She could no longer stand aside and let Him control her.

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"Morose child."

Jet's attack slammed into the purple wall- and did nothing. But just as soon as he'd attacked, a skeletal, disembodied hand appeared, grasping his throat and squeezing tightly with impossible strength as it hoisted him from the ground, speeding into the far wall. Before Jet could collide with the wall, however, the hand let go, flashed the color yellow, and a bullet-hell of yellow projectiles immediately began to launch themselves at him as he was on his collision course with the wall.

From the purple wall, Gaster seemed to meld out of it, taking slow, deliberate steps forward, his twisted grin ever-present. Jet had failed to provoke him- but considering Maxwell's distractions had failed, Gaster decided to step in. These characters were quite inconvenient, and an idea fluttered in his mind. Maxwell's creatures mattered not. With a simple glance at the creatures mounting their defense of their new pals, black tendrils erupted from the ground- too fast for the eye to detect. The tendrils shot up underneath the creatures, impaling them through, and killing each of them. The Tiger, the Hellhound, the Wolf, the Cyclops- all poofed out of existence.

Now, for the more important obstacles. Silver easily was the largest. Blaze- not so much. Jet? No. He was even weaker than Blaze, and she wasn't exceptionally impressive. The purple wall remained behind Gaster, who looked toward Silver. "I do need to thank you for this device. This... 'Time Stone', as you refer to it." Gaster said, raising his left arm to reveal the Time Stone embedded into the middle of his hand. "Though the name lacks any sense of uniqueness. But now- I will kill the rest of you. Your very existence in this timeline is a mistake. One that I intend to rectify. My experiment doesn't require any of you- not any longer. Consider your contracts expired."
As he spoke, two beast-like skulls appeared on either side of him, glowing with purple energy. They shared the facial scars of Gaster, and the sound of energy quickly charging could be heard.
"No objections? Excellent. This marks the end of your intrusion on my world."

The Blasters fired beams of purple energy, and had slammed into the back walls in only a fraction of a second upon firing. Anything in their path had been swallowed by the energy.
However, due to the nature of this universe, the attacks weren't pulverizing, and instead, simply dealt a massive amount of damage.

You're wasting your time.
I'll make more.
You misunderstand the use of the Time Stone.
Oh? Enlighten me.
Enlighten? No. That sucks the fun out of this.
Well, then I'll figure out a way to make my own time.
What you need to be doing is completing your SOUL.
That can wait.
Can it?
Yes.
I beg to differ. I believe you're scared.
Hardly.
Scared to kill the only things you truly care about.
...
Your time is limited, doctor.
I suggest you get your act together.
To do what is necessary.


Doomslayer
Specter's Ship

She appeared to have misplaced the Slayer's intent. His motive. Had she forgotten so quickly his true nature? He was a killer by blood. For her to be upset over that was like angering yourself when a Dog barks. It's a natural thing in both cases. Flynn wasn't allowed an immediate reply, however, as Kale launched herself at him again. This time, however, he was prepared.
Kale's elbow slammed into his chest, and he'd expected it to halt her in her tracks. His rage had been activated- but there was something different... He wasn't a tank against her, even in this mode. She still launched him into the far wall, creating a Doomslayer-sized dent in the wall. It hurt far less than it had earlier. Kind of like a punch he'd sustained from one of his pals trying to stop him from attacking his commanding officer.

Doomslayer was on his feet again, teeth grit. "Make me pay for what?" He growled. "A few holographic monkeys you had no connection to? Did that asshole ruin your head with lies?" Kale moved in for another attack, but with his Berserk activated, he had grown faster- fast enough to leap to the side and effectively dodge her attack. "There are natural casualties to all conflicts. If you have a problem with that- leave." He growled. "I'm a soldier. It's my job to kill the enemy. Little bitch made himself our enemy. Are you our enemy now, too, Kale?"
He pulled out his Super Shotgun as Kale charged in with another punch. He shot the grappling hook to the ceiling, the hook slamming through the metal, and tugging him up- out of the way in the nick of time.

Flynn landed behind Kale, and rounded to his feet again. His berserk was depleted. He'd wasted it again. "Get a hold of yourself, Kale." He ordered. "You're not a killer- and I know you don't want to stoop down to my level." As he spoke, he took a few steps back, readying his grappling hook once again. If only he had an Invulnerability Booster to activate...
But there wasn't the luxury of invincibility to him at the moment. He'd either get through to Kale or he wouldn't. Either way, Flynn had his plans underway.
 

Mokko

Previously Blatant Mokery
Maxwell
Maxwell was unfamiliar with these strange new rules- what was with those buttons that kept hovering over him?

He glared at the girl. What was her problem? Was she trying to manipulate him so he wouldn’t kill her? He wouldn’t doubt it, but something about her statements seemed genuine.

Not that he cared. She wouldn’t last much longer, surely...

*You tell the strange girl that she cannot save herself.
*You promise her that her death will have meaning.

Maxwell cupped his hands together. Once again, metal began to tear itself from the ceiling, ground, and walls, slowly taking shape due to Maxwell’s power. It wasn’t long before a golem-like metal creature had appeared in front of Maxwell, its hulking arms creaking as they rose to crush Frisk.

The cobra slithered nearby, curling up in a corner as the golem creaked. It was a dangerous entity for sure- and one Maxwell had created so effortly. The powers of the notebook Maxwell wielded were no doubt impressive, but the adjectives were clearly far more dangerous than the nouns.

Maxwell stared blankly a Frisk as his golem acted, swinging its arm in her direction. Its aim was off, but Frisk still had to leap back to avoid getting slammed into.

Maxwell blinked. She wasn’t fighting back at all. This was gonna be easier than he thought… so why didn’t he feel happy? Maybe it was because she was acting so much like his sister…

*As the stranger dodges, you demand she stops acting like Lily.

Nanashi
Nanashi shrugged at Azula’s statement. She wasn’t wrong- it was quite annoying that he’d been left there to keep watch. Still, it wasn’t all bad. He had time to get back...

“I’m not too bothered,” he replied. “It’s not as if Negan has my eternal loyalty or anything. However, he does seem like he can get things done- and if he manages to find out a way for me to return to my home, well… it works out for me. If he doesn’t… well, I’ll just have to seek out answers in that castle myself, I suppose.”

Suparna let out a ‘squack’ noise. “Who is this ‘Negan,’ Nanashi?!” she demanded. “I-I’m no secondary underling! I shan’t be! I can’t be!”

Nanashi glanced at the bird-like demon. “It’s not permanent. We’ll be home before we get too involved with that man… I have a feeling something’s not right with him anyways.”

“De-light-fuuul! I’ll see you soon, Nanashi!”

Suparna vanished, appearing as a mist of light, before returning to her respective place on the smartphone’s demon roster.

Noah
Noah glared at this ‘Belowski’ character. He wasn’t in the mood to be toyed with, and there were two possibilities here; one, he was being toyed with. Two… Gozaburo had designed a few characters while under the influence of a few glasses of wine. He could practically see the laziness in Belowski’s eyes.

“Just speak up about the situation already, you childish…”

Noah trailed off. “Hang on. I know what this is about. You’re working for that fool, Percival, aren’t you? Are you here to escort me to my trial? Inform me that my day of assassination nears? Or are you simply here to free me?”
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Belowski
Location: Camelot Dungeon


Belowski Blinked at the words that came from Noah. He seemed incredibly on edge for a guy his size. He was curious as to why a kid like him were in prison, or be worried about ‘assassination.’ Belowski didn’t seem to be insulted by these accusations by Noah, in fact, the Obelisk Blue shifted his weight onto the bars, propping his head on them.

“Percival? Ooooh you mean the topping that goes on pizza! Yeah man my tumbly Be makin’ the grumblies too.” Belowski smiled his half away Smile. “Nah man I’m not here for anythin’. I go where the winds take me. ‘Cause wherever I go, somethin’s bound to happen, y’a know?”

Belowski gave a chuckle, sliding his sandals across the grainy floor of the dungeon while his posture got ever lower.

“The universe sorts that stuff out. Looks like the universe is takin’ you for a ride huh?”
 

Pro Hero Dekiru

Previously Battle Legend G.K.
UA Students, Soul, Ash, Link
Central Yharnam

Young link looked over to Midoriya.
Back in the city known as Marsielle, he had deduced that Midoriya was right-handed. His punches. His attacks. He kicked with his right foot. Yet, his arm was straightened as if it had a splint on it, and he waved to his allies with his left hand.
He walked over. "How's your arm?"
Midoriya looked. "Huh? Oh, it's fine. It's been broken before."
Link said nothing. He turned towards Dex.
"Come over here for a moment."
Dex obeyed, curious.
"Hand him the sword; only for a minute or two."
Confused, Dex did as he was told.
"Draw the blade," Link told Midoriya. "Trust me."
Midoriya, not sure what to say, did as Link asked. He sounded like he knew what he was doing.
Using his teeth, Deku pulled the scabbard off of the sword. The full majesty of the Great Fairy's Sword was introduced to the group. Soul admired the craftsmanship of the blade, rubbing his chin. Dex looked at his new sword in disbelief, while Uraraka just cooed over the beauty of the design, as well as the patterns etched into the blade.
Immediately, Midoriya's pain was soothed. He gawked as he regained control over his arm.
Smiling, Link explained. "The Great Fairy's Sword restores five percent of your health every second, or one percent every fifth of a second by use of intense magic. However, the magic can be nullified when close to dark forces."
Soon, Midoriya had full control over his arm. "This is incredible! It feels better than ever!!!"
He handed the sword back to Link, who in turn gave it back to Dex. "Use it well," he told him.
Dex, now educated in his sword's abilities, nodded with absolute seriousness.
He looked over to Bakugou and Akame, who were...
Deku started to get nervous, as Uraraka stepped back a bit.
"Who's this?" Midoriya asked, keeping a straight face.

Jet
True Lab


Still grinding away at the wall, Jet's Spinjitzu was suddenly halted to a stop.
"What the he--"
In an instant, a skeletal disembodied hand was wrapped firmly around his neck.
Jet clawed for air, as he was hoisted up and pushed back.
Before his eyes, Gaster appeared before him.
Jet couldn't even react to the Royal Scientist's appearance as he was let go, and a range of bullets appeared before him.
At the last second, Jet encased himself in a solid crystal cocoon, slamming into the wall and under fire.
When the dust had cleared, Jet was on the floor, coughing.
His hand wrapped protectively around his throat, Jet coughed out, regaining his strength.
"Maybe if I..." he thought, coming up with an idea.

*ITEM

A list of all the items in Jet's backpack and in his pockets appeared.

>*Chocolate Bar

*You scarf down one of your many Chocolate Bars. Crispy rice and creamy milk chocolate fill your mouth, reminding you about all the times you had one, and the memories that came with it.
*You are reminded of your friends. Of the Ninja. Of all the time you spent together, and the battle you fought with them, side by side.
*As a student.
*As an equal.
*Or at least, close enough.
*Laughing together.
*Are you going to let that end here?
*I didn't think so.
*Your HP was maxed out.
*Kick his ass.
*Or at least, try your hardest.

"I do need to thank you for this device. This... 'Time Stone', as you refer to it."
Jet looked up, welding his sword together. "Though the name lacks any sense of uniqueness. But now- I will kill the rest of you. Your very existence in this timeline is a mistake. One that I intend to rectify. My experiment doesn't require any of you- not any longer. Consider your contracts expired."
As the madman spoke, two Gaster Blasters appeared before Blaze and Silver. The animals were gone. Dust was scattered across the floor.
"No objections? Excellent. This marks the end of your intrusion on my world."
"No," Jet muttered, as the Blasters fired upon Blaze and Silver.
Too encompassed by adrenaline to notice anything around him, Jet's sword was finished. He could hear another textbox, but paid no attention to it. His eyes were closed, shielding himself from the light.
*A small red bracelet decorated with a gunmetal pad warps into the universe, landing near your feet.
Jet drew his sword.
"I'm still alive, damn it," he muttered, his blade lighting up with Elemental Power, as well as his SOUL.


*Your stamina has reached the absolute. As such, your powers are at their current peak.

"Let's see what we can do here," he thought, placing his hand on the floor.
Spiking form his blade, eleven figures started to form around Gaster, floating around him. They were all obviously caricatures of people; but only people that Jet knew.
Each of them was made of crystal, though they appeared different.
The first was made of an orange crystal; It had no shape, but it was almost if it had hair; short hair curled around the "head". It wielded a cannon that could fire crystals like bullets. It seemed to be "eyeing" Gaster, though it didn't have a face.
The second was a deep navy blue, seeming to have sharp, spiky hair. It held two staves that had wicked blades on the ends. The being looked like it was ready to assault him like an animal.
The third was a bright silver, and appeared to be female; it appeared to have long hair that swept down behind the back and over the shoulders. It held two kunai throwing knives. The expression on the crystal's face looked like it didn't want to hurt him, but would.
The fourth and fifth also appeared to be female in stature; the fourth was a bright pink, with what appeared to be a pony tail, as did the fifth, which was purple. However, their body sizes, shapes, and weapons were different.
The fourth held a crossbow that fired crystal arrows back to back. It looked energetic, like it was prepared to pin Gaster down.
The purple one held a glowing khopesh, and looked experienced.
The sixth was green, and had no weapons. It looked like it had handsome hair that swept across and down the scalp. Its body language seemed to suggest that among the group, it was the most capable.
The seventh was red and seemed to have standing curly hair like fire. It wielded a large katana, and pointed it at Gaster like it was born to fight, which in fact, it was.
The eighth was a glimmering royal blue, and looked as if it had curling, frantic hair, as if it was struck by lightning. Body language suggested that it was underestimating the Doctor. If it was alive, it probably would have cracked a joke.
The ninth was a murky aqua color, and appeared as if it was female like the fourth and fifth. The shape of its head seemed to have hair that flowed like water, up to a ponytail at the upper back of the head. It held a spear and pointed it at Gaster. It seemed to be calm and collected, while analyzing the most efficient way to take him down.
The tenth was a deep black, and held a scythe. It's shape looked as if it had shaggy hair, a headband, and muscles, and appeared to want to tackle Gaster to the floor with pure brute strength.
The eleventh was pure white, and held two shurikens. It had an army haircut, and moved squarely, as if it was a robot. However, it seemed to be cold as ice when looking at its body language, like it could move in for the kill in less than a second.
None of the designs really mattered, however; what mattered was that they hovered around the Royal Scientist, their weapons drawn and ready to let hell loose.

*This probably won't do much; but it's worth a shot.

"You don't need to tell me that," Jet thought.
He closed his left eye, seeing through the faces of his creations.
Chains erupted from the floor, attempting to wrap around Gaster and put him in place.
With a push of his hand, the eleven figures then took action, seconds after they were made.
The orange, pink, silver, and white figures attacked from a distance, firing sharp crystals at rapid speeds.
The other nine rushed in, one after the other, each ready to deliver sharp blows, one after the other.
And behind them all?
Jet himself had made a move, rushing in as the last fighter among the statues taking a stand against Gaster, surrounded by hovering crystals that orbited him and would impale anything that got close.
If this didn't work, only one other thing might be able to.

And he wasn't even close to unlocking that yet...
 

Funny Sans Rat

Previously The Bog Hog
Eldiocorc
Cecil was very brave, or an idiot, it could be either of those, yet, he didn't want conflict between them at the moment. Chara seemed to do whatever she wanted, he wouldn't say anything, unless things went wrong, yet, he could handle the situation, if he needed backup, he would ask, "Sounds like a plan, now, stay out of my way, and Chara decides what she does." He walked off, towards a group of soldiers "What do we need to get the portal up? Whatever it is, get it, and quick." He was... more stern than normal, he would've been nicer, yet he didn't really even want to be here, he heard of the human with metal-warping powers, sometimes it payed off to not use technology, Scorpio had the right idea though, using plastic and similar materials. It really came down to personal opinion, he could upgrade his weapons, yet, what was the point in making this less fun? And, if things did get problematic, he did have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Jamie

He got up, rubbing the back of his neck "Damn it, how many more times is this going to happen?" He then saw the group walking off "DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" He stumbled towards the group, eventually sprinting forward, tripping. After that happened, they got up, walking, but slower, as to avoid tripping again. "So, what now? Do we just walk around?"

Goblin Slayer
He sheathed his sword, yet, the book seemed 'odd' as, it was able to summon a sword? Was this incantation magic? He wasn't sure, but it was something. After the group was done talking, he just began walking, no acknowledgement of the conversation, just, walking. He needed to find a way home, there had to be something to do, maybe there was a nearby town? He was still on edge, goblins could be anywhere, and he had to be ready, keeping an eye out for anything that a person casually looking around would miss.
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d
Frisk, Alphys, Gaster
True Lab

Frisk frowned at the behemoth of a Golem. This wasnt' like the other creatures- who'd been willed into existence and become sentient. Sentient enough for them to develop personalities, and reject their master's wishes. This one, however, was by his own design. It had no emotion. No free will. It was entirely Maxwell's by design. The red shield appeared again. She wouldn't fight it. That was her final decision. She would only fight if she knew her world was at stake- like in her earlier conflict with Gaster. He'd completely destroyed her- given her no time to even respawn. If it wasn't for whatever Silver did with that Time Stone...

She felt a shiver run down her spine. Had her consciousness taken over an alternate Frisk? Had she unintentionally murdered the consciousness of an alternate version of herself? Maybe she was thinking too much into it- regardless, it was a scary thought.
Then Maxwell demanded she stop acting like... Lily? Frisk brought her shield up in defense as the Golem threw a heavy fist again. It slammed into the shield, which surprisingly held under the weight, proving the durability of determination.
But Frisk herself wouldn't be able to hold that position forever, and took another leap back as the Golem swung a third time. It was sluggish and dumb, so dodging its strikes wasn't exactly a very difficult thing to pull off.

*You tell Maxwell you won't fight.
*You tell him he shouldn't either.
*There's always another way.
*A better way.
*A way where nobody has to get hurt.
*You tell Maxwell you will help him.
*But only if he stops fighting.

And at that moment, after a fourth dodge, she glanced through the hole in the wall, past the purple barrier, to see Him. Her eyes widened. He was back already? The others would be destroyed by him- especially if he wasn't after an item this time. She looked frantically back to Maxwell as the Golem lumbered toward her. She was running out of room to leap back.

*You inform Maxwell that if he doesn't stop...
*The Man will kill him, too.

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Alphys lumbered back past Endogeny, carrying a handful of items, including a pack strapped to her back. The Amalgamate got excited as she approached, then drooped again as she hurried past him. Soon enough, Alphys arrived at the wall, and laid down the items. Alongside the pack, there were four in total. All different, and all useful. The first item was kind of like a gun. It could send vibrations out that could rearrange the molecules in its directed path. The weapon had settings to configure how far it could affect things, and the diameter of what i could affect past the nozzle. She liked to call this weapon; 'Flash Gun'. She'd been inspired after watching a few season of the Flash.

The second weapon was much larger, but not quite as long. It required a lot of energy to use, and if she didn't have a direct energy source, it could use a human or a monster's SOUL to power it. The weapon could create powerful barriers around the holder in order to prevent many attacks. This was a new weapon, and she hadn't really thought of any clever names from it, beside the generic title of 'Barrier Gun'.

The third item was actually just a package of Instant Ramen. That might be useful. Finally, the fourth item- the pack on her back -was the one given to her by Doctor Gaster. It honestly reminded her of a Ghostbuster Backpack, what with its blocky design, and the gun that came attached with it. While the gun didn't appear to shoot anything out of it, she'd tested it before, and found that it released negative particles at an alarming rate, and could negate both magic and dark energy- much like the energy Doctor Gaster had warned her he'd obtained upon falling into the CORE.

Gulping, Alphys grabbed the first item, biting her bottom lip as she tinkered with the settings, and pointed it at the wall. Sweat beaded up on her forehead, and her legs trembled. She was not ready for this confrontation in any way whatsoever, but she couldn't stand by any longer. Frisk was in danger, and so were those sonic characters and that... other... guy...

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Gaster didn't seem perturbed by the presence of these crystalline duplicates created by Jet. He was exerting his energy far too fast for him to possibly comprehend just how bad his decision of attack had been. As the attacks took place, Gaster simply disappeared. The chains wrapped around air, proving useless. Before his disappearance was even realized, the eleven figures uselessly attacked the spot Gaster had been moments prior. Suddenly, several tendrils began to fire down from the ceiling as Gaster appeared on the other side of the room, three hands floating about him. His quarrel wasn't with Jet- not yet. The child was a fool to think he stood a chance. No. Gaster's sights remained on Silver. Once the hedgehog was out of the equation, the rest would be a breeze.

But as Gaster appeared there, his fourth hand appeared atop Jet's head, grasping a full handful of hair, and yanking upward- hard. The black tendrils continued to drip from the ceiling, hardening as the fell, and piercing through anything they came into contact with, before disappearing into the ground, and repeating this cycle. The purple wall also began to slowly move in, reducing the space they were in by a centimeter a second. It would only take about 10 minutes for the group to be crushed within.

To assure they had no escape, the rest of the walls, the ceiling, and the floor all turned to the same dark shade of purple, and too- began to shrink. Time was short, now. Actions were limited. It was only a matter of time before everyone would be crushed- or simply killed by the Doctor. And their only hope of nullifying his powers lay with a nervous monster on the other side of a thick metal wall.

Miranda, Whitaker
UNSC Halberd-Class Destroyer "Horizon" - Bridge

"Like I said. Prime condition."

Miranda looked about the bridge of the Halberd-Class Destroyer Whitaker had flown her up to. Several hours had passed since their initial interaction, and during that time, the Insurrection forces on Alpha Corvi II had pulled together all the ships they could muster into a fleet of four lonesome ships. This particular destroyer, the Horizon, was good as new. Completely fit for combat. The Insurrection had obviously stolen this vessel- but it appeared that they'd never used it. At least not for combat.

"None of us really know how to... well, command." Whitaker stated, folding his arms. "But if things are as bad as you say they are... we'd need someone like you at our helm when things go to shit." Miranda glanced back at Whitaker, giving him a nod as she moved around the bridge, inspecting it thoroughly, finding herself genuinely impressed. She knew her father- Captain Jacob Keyes -had been the commanding oficer aboard another Halberd-Class Destroyer known as the 'Iroquois'. That ship had gone down in history for the tactics her father had pulled. Now, she had no idea of its fate. She didn't really want to know, either.

Miranda approached the front of the bridge, gazing out upon the stars. This was where she belonged. On the bridge of a ship, commandeering it. Like her father before her. With a sense of pride building, the Commander turned back to Whitaker. "Get me your best pilots. Your sharpest minds, and station them as the head crewmen aboard the other ships- and five for me and my personal crew. Make sure all forces are off Alpha Corvi II before we leave the system. We don't want to leave anyone behind for the Flood to consume."

Whitaker gave her a simple nod, and turned, before stopping. "You... still haven't told us where we're going." He stated. Miranda gazed out at the stars for another moment, before turning her head slightly. "Reach." She stated.

Fisk, Blakes, Javier
UNSC Halberd-Class Destroyer "Horizon" - Hangar Bay

The three UNSC Marines had gathered in the Hangar Bay as a second Pelican docked in the small area. Halberd-Class Destroyers were impressive ships- but they didn't have much room. Most of the space on ships like these were saved for equipment, engineering, and a much thicker hull than your average ship. The reinforced hull was impressive. Two full meters of Titanium-A armor. Key locations, like the bridge, engines, and communications systems were even more heavily enforced, the Titanium-A replaced with Vanadium steel.

A single Insurgent soldier approached the trio, who cast a glare at him. Despite current conflicts, it was difficult for the UNSC personnel to even consider treating the Innie's like fellow soldiers. There was too much history there.

"Excuse me..." The soldier said timidly. Javier and Blakes clenched their jaws, but Fisk was the one to speak. "What is it?" He asked, trying to be as formal as he could.
"Is Earth..." The Insurgent hesitated. "Is it really gone?"

The UNSC Marines exchanged glances, before Fisk returned his attention to the Insurgent. "Yeah." He stated grimly, and the Innie closed his eyes, bowing his head. "Th-thank you..." He muttered, turned around, and walked away. "What was his deal?" Javier frowned. "Shut it, PFC." Fisk replied. "He probably had family there."

"With all due respect, sir, I lost my entire family on Earth, and you didn't see my get all emotional over it." Javier folded his arms, staring back at Fisk, who let out a sigh. "It ain't as simple as that. We've been taught to stow our fears. These guys are just normal people with guns. You can't possibly expect them to maintain your level of emotional maturity."

Javier's gaze diverted from Fisk's. "...Yeah, I guess you're right." He replied, albeit hesitantly.
"All hands on deck. This is Commander Keyes speaking." A voice boomed out over the ship's intercom system. "We have a long ride to Reach. I suggest you prepare yourselves for cryo sleep."
The intercom shut off, and Blakes raised an eyebrow. "Reach, eh?" Javier gave a nod. "Looks like it. Guess we really wanna get killed fast. That place is bound to be crawling with Flood."

Johnson, Carolina, Church
UNSC Pelican

"No." Carolina stated. "We're not going to Chicago. Travel to the closest military checkpoint you can. We need to find some kind of ship to get off this rock." Johnson grit his teeth. "Who said anything about 'we'?"
"Fine then. I'll go. Just stop the Pelican, and I'll walk to my destination." Carolina gave a shrug. "We're not going to Chicago because you want to see your childhood house one last time or some shit."
"Damnit. I've met a lot of stubborn women- but you're really startin' to take the cake on this one." Johnson replied. "Fine. No Chicago. Closest place I can think of picking up a pressurized vessel to operate in space would be further along toward Saudi Arabia- and that's nearly a thousand miles from... wherever we are.

Carolina pursed her lips, before giving a nod. "Take us there. It's better than nothing. Closer than Chicago, too-"
"Don't bother opening fresh wounds, lady." Johnson interrupted. "You already won."
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Pipotrons Meta, Crack, J, G.
Location: Specter’s Ship, Pipotron Holding


Pipotron Meta, now taking the place of Crack as the latter preformed his surgery, watched in horror and Clockwerk smashed into the ship. His eyes bugged out far more than they ready had, both eyes for once focused on the same area.

“He...rammed into the ship, Gari!”

J, who was still sternly standing far in the corner, glared at the camera, as that was his resting expression.

“Interesting. Perhaps these guests are truly worth our attention.”

“Gruhhhh!” Pipotron G roared in agreement, her determined expression speaking more than words.

The cameras had all been destroyed in the zone, a thick bar of red showinga cross the decks of the ship that were damaged by his impact. All cameras that is except one heavily damaged camera, dangling by mere wires. Near the elevator. It caught a fuzzy image of Clockwerk, clawing his way through the hall, the thick red bar of damage of decks steadily growing with every step.

“Wh-what does he think he’s doing, Gari?!”

“Anything he can.” J stated firmly. “If he can secure any more assets, that alone would further our multi-dimension technological adaptation efforts substantially.”

“But does he really need to trash our flagship while he does it, Gari...”

A saw blade starting was all that was heard from the other room, enough for G to look back over in bewilderment. J looked at her from the corner of his eye.

“We will discover what makes them tick soon. If there is one thing Krak does, it’s get results.”
 
The walk was quiet up until they reached their destination, taking notice of several others who were unfortunate enough to be sent here. Among them was a woman, clad in strange attire while adorning a bird-like mask on her face, making her look like a humanoid bird. It would have been a strange sight for the werewolf to behold, but she had grown used to that by now.

The scent of this woman filled her nostrils, raising her hackles in reaction from it. Eileen's scent felt familiar to the werewolf, but in a dangerous way as past memories of being ruthlessly hunted down back home made her defensive as she let out a threatening growl.

She knew nothing of this strange woman, but the werewolf hated any and all hunters with a passion. The thought to kill her lingered in her mind as Shaynuh glared at Eileen, flexing her claws and baring her large canine teeth.

The werewolf let out a howl of rage that rang throughout the dark night, emanating like a siren disturbing what silence there was.

AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRRRWWWHHHHOOOOOOOOO
 
The Mansion - Reality Between Realities
The two mages struggled, using their magic to force the large Gaia Crystal back together. As it seemed to stabilize, both siblings let out a breath of relief.
"That was... a struggle. The hell is happening?" Quill wondered. "It's worse than the past incidents."
"Whatever it is, now that we've made sure everything isn't about to splinter and fracture into pieces, we should get the readout on the situation." Maple said. "Can you keep an eye on the crystal? I'm going to try contacting our friends."
"Got it." Quill said, a rune circle appearing around the crystal. "Let's hope they can get here soon."
As Maple strode through the house, she entered a room with several mementos from her previous travels. The Dead Bird Studio posters of the movies she, Nathan, Shantae and Shovel Knight had been forced to make. A hat from the Dark World beside a Blue Crystal from Shang Tu, and of course a picture of her and her companions from the Plague Incident.
But in the center of the room sat a lone Communication Crystal.

Hat Kid's Spaceship
Hat Kid was sleeping alone in her bed when a glow woke her from her sleep. As the lights of the ship turned on, Hat Kid walked over to the crystal, pulling her hat on. Upon touching it, she saw a faint image of Maple, as if she was on the other side of the crystal.
"Hat Kid! It's good that I can reach you. I need you to come to the mansion, something big is happening."
Hat Kid quickly nodded, grabbing her umbrella from the table.
With a nod, Maple surged magic into her crystal, and a rune circle warped Hat Kid away.

Terrain of Magical Expertise, Telluria City
Alpha walked through the urban environment of Telluria City with a smile, fondly watching as the various players went about a business. Suddenly a notification appeared, giving an update on one of his items. Alpha quickly opened his inventory to find the Communication Crystal activated. He glanced around before dashing into a nearby alleyway, taking it out.
"Maple? Is something up?" he asked, holding the crystal.
"Yeah - something bigger than Plague." Maple replied.
"Bigger than Plague? She was mixing and matching eight different universes. What's happening this time?" Alpha asked.
"I'll explain once you're here. Are you ready to go?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." Alpha said.
A rune circle appeared around Alpha, warping him away. In the real world, Michael fell asleep as his consciousness traveled dimensions.

The Surface, Toriel's House
The lone crystal on Kris' desk began to glow. The silent child touched it, seeing Maple on the other side.
"We've got a problem, and I need you here." Maple said. "Are you able to come?"
Knowing that his weapons would appear whenever he traveled worlds, Kris nodded.
"Then let's go."
Kris vanished, leaving only the slice of pie he had been eating.

Lilac's Treehouse
Carol and Milla had left for the night, leaving Sash Lilac alone in her treehouse. As she browsed through a few movies, trying to decide what to watch, a faint glowing appeared in the corner of her vision.
The half-water dragon turned to the Communication Crystal. Maple was trying to reach her.
"Maple?" Lilac asked, placing her hand on the crystal.
"Big problems. Can you join us?" Maple asked.
"One second!" Lilac quickly dashed away, grabbing a pencil and piece of paper. She quickly scribbled down a note to Carol and Milla to explain her absence before she returned to the crystal. "Okay, I'm ready to go."
Like the others, a rune circle appeared around Lilac and warped her away.

The Mansion - Reality Between Realities
As Lilac joined the group, Alpha waved her over. It had been a while since the group of them had assembled. Kris leaned against the wall while Hat Kid poked around at the treasures in the room.
"So, who else is coming?" Alpha asked. "Are we getting the full gang?"
"Hopefully." Maple said. "I tried reaching Nathan first, but I didn't get a response. Same with Shantae and Shovel Knight. What could they be up to- Hornet, there's little time to explain. I need to bring you here now. Can you leave immediately?"
"No response..." Alpha wondered. "Shovel Knight I could see leaving it behind, but Shantae and Nathan? Something must be up with them..."
"Alright." Maple replied to Hornet's comments. She surged energy into the crystal again, and the Hornet suddenly appeared with the group. "That's everyone I can reach..."
"So what's the plan?" Alpha asked, the group coming together.
"The Gaia Crystal is being torn apart by internal forces." Maple stated. The group reacted with shock - they all knew what that meant.
"Wait, so the multiverse is breaking?!" Lilac exclaimed.
"I don't know what's happening, but Quill and I have barely managed to keep it stable..." Maple said. "We're going to have to make a jump to an alternate multiverse. We need to try and find one of the multiverse guardians of a different world like the Mansion."
"Search for Katsu."
"Wh-" Maple's eyes opened wide. That sounded like her father... that confirmed it. She really had seen him back during the final fight against Plague.
"Hey, did anyone else hear that?" Alpha asked.
"We all did." Hornet responded. "This... Katsu. Perhaps he's one of these other-multiverse guardians?"
"Let's hope." Maple said. "Seems like Dad's left me a sort of magical trail. Let's hope he's right..."
A rune circle appeared around the group before they all vanished, warping away.

Dreamland, Castle Dedede
"Alright, now let's see if we can't-"
Maple's eyes opened wide as the group arrived in the middle of what looked like a castle but resembled a battlefield. In the center was a teenager with a large key-like sword and-
"IS THAT KING DEDEDE?!" Alpha was amazed. "THIS IS DREAMLAND! WE'RE IN THE KIRBY SERIES!"
Kris quickly dashed forwards. Even if he could nerd out about the situation like Alpha, they had more pressing concerns.
Kris raised his shield, deftly blocking several incoming spears from the Waddle Dees that foresaw them as new enemies. He raised his sword to the sky before sending a slash out towards them. They dodged, but they dropped their weapons in the process.
Hat Kid, meanwhile, noticed Shantae and Shovel Knight. She ran towards them, thinking they were the versions from her world.
Maple, meanwhile, began to charge a spell. A rune circle appeared around her, embers appearing in the air above the circle.

Specter's Ship

As Cut Man ran towards the Hunter and Master Chief, he slowed down upon noticing the halted mobility of the Chief. "Uh... what?"
That's when the Caponek rounded the corner... and then Clockwerk.
"The hell?!" Cut Man exclaimed. His mechanical brain quickly analyzed his options. His best one, for the moment, was to try and focus on defense. He dashed towards the Chief, attempting to use the Spartan's extremely strong armor to shield him from Clockwerk.

"Scott, if we were dead, we wouldn't be talking to each other." Hope reasoned. "Does this look like Quantum Realm shifting to you, dad?"
Suddenly, the blackness began to vanish, making way to a room with chairs, tables and the like smashed apart and thrown about. As Hope took in her surroundings...
She saw a large, buff woman beating up a man in armor.
"What the...?"

Goldenwalk Business District
"Then you misunderstand our terms."
Scorpio glared down at the impudent child. "You may work with us, but you work UNDER me. I am the second-highest in command, second only to Zeliyis himself. This team composition is done for the sake of efficiency and practicality. You WILL defer to me. Asriel comes with me. It's one less person in the way of your work, yes?"

Sequin Land, Risky's Ship
Risky... had no clue how to respond to that. "I'm not sure what you're playing at, girl." Risky said.
None of that matters for the moment. Ms. Boots, please allow the Contessa access to your cabin so we may talk in private.
"If you're sure?"
I am.
Risky sighed. With a wave, the Tinkerbats backed off. "Keep an eye on the others. Ms. Long Legs and I have to talk business."

Fenrir Far East Branch
"Begin training sequence RA-5." Tsubaki ordered.
Suddenly, the room around Rick shifted and changed, turning into a vast, destroyed landscape. The outside world.
Light footsteps stomped towards Rick Grimes, an Ogretail charging towards him from behind.

Camelot Castle, Throne Room
"I am not scared of puppets. I am scared of the dark presence that I hear within it." Merlina said. "Whispering. Manipulating. It's like the Scabbard... but far more subtle."

Camelot Castle, Serena's Room
"I, uh... I mean that we do a lot of fighting there. Light-hearted, fun sport, but still fighting. And there's... a lot of men." Serena said, voicing her worries.

The Wilds, The Plains
"There's no good shelter around here." Keda said. "The best place to sleep would likely be against the wall of the cliff..."

Catgirl Universe
"Gotham?"
A light voice asked from the side, as a woman walked over. She wore a crimson-and-white japanese-like robe, and had long brown hair. She also carried an elegant staff. "I've never heard of a place like that before... Or seen people like you, as a matter of fact."

True Lab
"NO!"
As the tendril shot up, Silver surrounded the cyclops with psychic energy, throwing it up. The tendril stabbed into the cyclops all the same - but non-fatally.
Silver, meanwhile, felt the edge of reality breaking into his psychic hold.
-misunderstand the use of the Time Stone-
"AGH!" Silver gripped the side of his head. What... what just...?
"SILVER!"
Silver glanced to the side, watching a large beam coming towards him. He was barely able to move out of the way of the blast, but it scratched against his quills, burning him heavily. Silver dropped out of his flight in pain, falling onto the ground.
"Silver, hey!" Blaze ran over to him, grabbing his sides. "Are you okay?!"
Silver moaned, the tips of his quills fuming a small thread of smoke. "I'm... I'm fine."
"And I'm angry."
As Silver pinched his quills, psychic energy surrounded him as he flew up. He faced down Gaster, his eyes glowing.
"You have no right to play with space, time and LIFE like this!" Silver said, growling as Jay launched his attack. Objects from all around the room lifted into the air as Silver readied to cover his new friend. "AND I WON'T LET YOU CONTINUE!" He launched his full assault, bashing away the tentacles, and sending a wave of objects flying at Gaster.
And for those who could see it, his SOUL appeared, glowing orange.

*You're filled with BRAVERY.
 
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Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
The Contessa
Location: Risky’s Ship

Contessa gave a sly smile in response to the disembodied voice’s words. Upon what he said, the Contessa turned to her crew of selected soldiers.

“Men. Guard the parimeter. I have a business transaction to attend to.”

C looked a bit panicked. “U-Um. Excuse me, Madam Contessa. I can not guarantee they won’t turn on us as soon as you-“

“C. It sounds awfully like your questioning my decisions. I might have to question if I should revoke my saving of your life.”

C gulped, standing back straight to attention. A bead of sweat going down his cheek. Contessa has a somewhat amused look on her face, her lip curling in satisfaction.

“Good boy.”

As she said that, she let herself in to Risky’s cabin, not even being invited by Risky to come in yet. Her legs clicked against the wood of the ship. It was rustic, but she could make do. Story of her life.

“Alright, I am present. Now what is it you were to discuss with me?”
 

comic

Previously turnt3chGodh34d
Chara
Goldenwalk Business District

"Wrong. You misunderstand my terms." The girl stared at Scorpio as he insisted Asriel remain with him. She glanced down at the flower, before turning and walking away. He'd tried reasoning with her- showing a sign of weakness. He'd attempted negotiations, showing her truly knew that he knew he couldn't stop her. not really. That's what she could tell through that layer of thick ego. "The only person in my way is you, Scorpio. I don't work under you nor Zeliyis. I'm merely helping you." And as she spoke, the ground beneath her started to slowly crack, rays of red light shining through, before she came to a stop. "Whatever plans you had for Asriel- forget about them." She ordered, turning her head to smile coldly at Scorpio. "I have good use for Asriel. If you have a problem with that- you lose my allegiance, and I kill you all." She stated, then continued before anybody could reply. "No problems? Perfect. It's been great doing business with you..." Her eyes flashed red as the cracks widened. "Partner."

And suddenly, she'd vanished with Asriel in her arms, presumably to search for her targets. Red light had shot up from the cracks, veiling Chara, and when they'd disappeared just as quickly as they'd shot up- she was gone. It could be assumed she knew what she was doing, however. She had her information, her partner, and her blood lust.

Logan
Goldenwalk Sewers

The old man glanced at Toph, blinking. "No idea." He stated, providing no help whatsoever in the issue of rebooting Y. But suddenly, there was a shift in the air. Not a physical shift, or a change in density, but some kind of... supernatural change. The temperature felt like it had dropped, but not by much. One of the biggest notable differences was the light ahead. It was a faint, distant light. A bright yellow glow- but that had changed. It had darkened into a deep shade of red, and the hairs on Logan's arms stood on end.

"Stop." He ordered, his voice a whisper, but loud enough to alert the others as he held out his left arm instinctively in front of Toph in a defensive manner, frowning as he looked ahead. After a second, he sniffed the air. Nothing seemed different... but something was clearly wrong. His first assumption- their enemies had found them. "Toph. Do you sense anything?" Logan asked, instinctively popping the claws out of his right hand, glaring ahead at the distant red glare in the tunnel. They were in no shape to deal with a powerful enemy. Tight space, holed up in some sewers, and a few people behind him. They were grouped too closely. An explosion could wipe them out. He'd faced similar situations in the many wars he'd experienced- but those were against people with guns. Whatever had shot that hole through Y could be here to finish the job- and then some.

Vriska
Risky's Ship

The troll blinked as the Pirate Captain seemed to wave aside Vriska's words. What a bitch. Whatever- Vriska had dealt with worse. Her cool and collected demeanor made the little guys around her relax, and she watched as the Contessa and Risky left to talk. "Guess I arrived at a bad time. Thanks, Doc." The troll sighed. This place was doing her no good anymore. Perhaps she'd go and find her own ship. Captain and rule the seas of whatever this land was.

She attempted to revert back into her God Tier to fly away, but her clothing didn't change- and her powers didn't return. Vriska's eyes widened as she grit her teeth and tried again, to no avail. "Are you fucking serious?" She muttered, turning from the ship to look out over the ocean, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. She was stuck on this ship, it seemed. For some reason or another, her God Tier wasn't working. Maybe she should have just stayed in it...

Vriska approached the bowsprit, and sat down at the head of the ship, her legs dangling over. Immediately, she pulled her phone out from her pocket, and started to pester John.

arachnidsGrip [AG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB]

AG: John.
AG: You there?

EB: oh, hey!
EB: how's it going?
EB: did you talk to that weird cue ball guy?

AG: Yeah.
AG: He sent me to a pir8 ship........ somewhere.

EB: a pirate ship?
EB: that sounds cool.

AG: Sorta.
AG: I just got hardcore ignored.

AG: Kinda pissed me off.
EB: do you know why he sent you there?
AG: No idea.
AG: Dude just kept talking and talking.
AG: I think he just likes the sound of his own voice.

EB: lol, probably.
AG: Anyway.......
AG: If you want to talk a8out it, we can.

EB: uh... it?
AG: You know.......
AG: IT.

EB: ?
EB: oh!
EB: ohhh!
EB: right. IT.

AG: Yeah. ;;;; )
EB: i mean, yeah...
EB: i'd really like to talk about that.

AG: Okay, 8ut first.
AG: Are you in a safe place? Somewhere you can just hunker down or some shit?

EB: way ahead of you.
AG: Good jo8, John.
AG: I taught you well.

EB: lol, yeah.

Rick Grimes
Fenrir Far East Branch

Rick's eyes widened as the entire room shifted. He hadn't expected something like this at all. It was in the realm of science fiction... He'd been expecting an experience similar to that of the training he'd undergone in the Police Academy years ago, back in Kings County, Georgia. This was already proving to be far different.
And just as he began to adjust himself in this new environment of dirt and charred earth. It was like a desert that had just recently experienced a harsh, cruel war. That was when he heard heavy footsteps thudding on loose dirt. The way they hit made it clear the creature was fast, but also bipedal with the constant 'thud thud thud thud' of feet on the earth.

Rick quickly spun, and his eyes widened yet again. Dr. Sakaki had shown him several different examples of Aragami, all equally unsettling, but this one was new. It was hunched over like some kind of dinosaur with thick black skin, running on two legs. It had a large head, and seemingly no arms. Its tail and head were covered in thick metal, with thick, woolly, pale yellow fur growing from its back. The Ogretail's open mouth made it appear as though it were grinning maliciously with two tusks protruding from its jaw as it glared at Rick with beady yellow eyes.

He instinctively took a few steps back upon seeing the creature, but if over four years in a post-apocalyptic world had taught Rick anything, it was to always be ready for anything. The ex-cop quickly brought his fake God Arc up to block an attack from the Ogretail as he grit his teeth.

Bro
Throne Room

Bro raised a brow, then raised his arm, bringing Lil' Cal with it, making Cal level with his eyes. He then leaned it, pressing his ear to Lil' Cal, and took a second, before pulling away. "Yeah. I don't hear anything. I'm beginning to think King Subsonic and you are using this as a ruse to prevent me from destroying him in a race, so... I'm gonna just leave." The man stated, shouldering his katana, and turning around, before stopping and turning back to Sonic and Merlina. "Oh! Hey, um... Weird question, but could anyone point out where this Artemis chick is?"

Artemis
Serena's Room

Artemis let out a pleasant chuckle. "I'm sorry for a failed first impression. Contrary to popular belief, I don't hate men." The Goddess stated. "I know I might seem it, but I usually have little to no quarrels with men. The greatest friend I've ever had was male." At this point, Artemis took a seat on the bed beside Serena. "I just dislike their superior representation. Great women have faded into history, their successes and their stories either stolen or over shadowed by men. There are other reasons, too... but I will refrain from discussing those. You're a little young."
 
The Hunter
Specter’s Ship


The Hunter was met with no response. So he had gone quite mad.

“Let me put you out of this madness, then fr-” The Hunter hadn’t gotten the chance to finish his sentence, as the chief whipped around. One hand on his arm, the other ripping away his sword. In a quick, swift motion, the Hunter was flung across the room. Nearly effortlessly.

He was dazed, but undeterred. There was a good opening as the chief froze up again, and the Hunter...Did not have his blade. Was halfway across the room. The Hunter scrambled on all fours, like a baby for it’s bottle, to get back to it. And, soon enough, he did. And as he looked up…

“Ah, Shears, you made it!” He jovially said, blade in hand. “Uh, though there’s a small problem, something is definitely wrong with the chief.” Even though Cut-man could likely find that solution himself, as the Chief was acting rather odd. Had he gone mad, in the end? Or…

The owl. Bloody thing must’ve gotten into the Chief’s head. Maybe it had put something of a veil on the hunter- made him look like a enemy to the soldier. Certainly would explain the Chief’s jittery motions.

...Or was that the ship rumbling?

It was definitely rumbling though he couldn’t quite tell why. And unfortunately, they had another problem. Down the hallway, seemed like another mechanical beast had been sent for them. It let out a screech as it rounded the corner, and the Hunter felt his body tense too. But the rumbling was getting awfully close…

As the Canopek barreled down the hall, the Chief continued to hold still. Like he was frozen…”Uh, Shears? You and me can take on one of them, right…? I don’t think the chief’s gonna be much help…” Though, luckily for the three, they didn’t have to fight it.

A huge ball of flaming debris smashed through the hall, the Canopek’s body being ripped apart under it. It screeched as it rapidly approached them. Now was probably a good time to run...

And, while the Chief had tried to kill him before, he didn’t deserve to go out like this. By a rogue piece of machinery ripping him to shreds. After all, if the owl were responsible, he really did not deserve such a fate.

“Shears, I think it’s time we about take our leave!” The Hunter flung his blade to a safe spot- the elevator down the hall, with a clang. He would need both of his hands. Shears had the idea- getting behind the chief. “Yeah, you grab em’ and I’ll help too!”

The large hunk of metal on his back would seem nearly useless in this situation, yet he grappled it in both of his hands, it’s side towards the automaton and Chief. He charged forward with it, catapulting all three into the elevator, the Hunter being flung over the two and toward a wall, which he hit with a thud. The one-handed blade dutifully sat next to the Hunter, and the trio. He grabbed it, flinging it at a button labelled "160". The light lit up, the blade deep in the button.

The metal “blade” fell to the floor with a loud clang, as the elevator began going upwards. “Heh! See you round, friend.” He bitterly “told” the wreck of the canopek, as it screeched by below. The lights seemed to dim in the elevator, but otherwise they were fine. Chief was on the floor, but not about to kill them. So that was rather good. The Hunter himself slid onto the floor, and picked himself up, dusting off his jacket, affixing his hat. Was gettin’ a bit loose.

As he grabbed the blade and pulled it out of the button, he spoke again. “Alright, so now we find mister Hiro, the slayer, Bolt, missus Kale, and also make sure the chief’s not trying to kill us anymore, ground that owl, and we will be able to tussle with that bloody monkey!” The Hunter clearly realized the absolute list that was. His face grimmed a few moments after saying that. “So, chief, ya ain’t tryin’ to kill us anymore, yeah?”

If he could swipe one thing off the list, that’d be fine.
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Eileen the Crow
Central Yharnam


Finally, the spiky haired kid came over. Seemed a little peeved off though. Called Yharnam a dump. A more level headed young woman came over as well, apologizing for the other’s brashness.

“Eh, he’s not wrong. This place is awful.” Eileen said with a shrug. “Though that’s more to do with the plague than the city. This is Yharnam, city of the hunt. It’s not very safe for you young ones though. Especially not those who aren’t native.” She supposed these people didn’t know much- which wasn’t exactly good for them.

“Now, as I was saying, it’s not safe. Beasts prowl the streets at night, as do angry mobs. If you aren’t a hunter, it’s not rather safe out here. Good thing is, there is shelter. According to another Hunter I met, Oedon Chapel is a safe space- I’d go there if I were you.” Hmm...They probably wouldn’t know where Oedon Chapel was. She hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“If you go to the chapel, just keep your head down and the night will be over soon. Though I must ask, are you ill? Tis’ the only thing that would bring a strange lot like you in I presume. I’ve heard Yharnam has a cure for all ails, and I assume that might be the only thing this bloody city’s got going for it.” Eileen continued, still unclear where they came from.

“Oh, I haven’t told you my name, have I? I am the hunter of mad hunters, Eileen the Crow. I’ve got a mark as it stands, but if I can guide a few of you to safety first, I have no qualms.”

It was then a blood curdling howl sounded out. Eileen’s head quickly turned to the source- a large wolf creature. “Aye, seems one found us first. Stand back now- this can get a bit messy.” She unsheathed an odd looking sword, alongside a blunderbuss- every good hunter carried one. “Come on now you beast- This old woman’s got a few tricks up her sleeves.”
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Raiden
Camelot Castle Sanctum


So they had their own refugee camp set up? Clearly this had been going on a while. Still, an entire refugee camp no doubt was rather impressive in the dark ages- though clearly this wasn’t normal dark ages. Given the animals and elves. Offshoot Arthurian legend.

If it was normal dark ages, they’d probably be ready to have been hung for witchcraft or the sort. After all, most technological advances or scientific understandings were often written off as heresy back then.

They were nearly at the throne room now. Just up a flight of stairs. Raiden didn’t have much more to say. He’d just introduce himself to the king. He wouldn’t imagine it to be very eventful, as they weren’t the first or last visitors this guy got.

Raiden thought he heard a familiar voice in the distance, but it was likely his weird paranoia again.
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Kiran
Camelot Castle Throne Room


“Thank you for answering the questions, good king! I greatly appreciate it!”

Evil King, a few days, and yes he could. Good, good! That went surprisingly well. Or, at the least, had gone well. Bro’s puppet, sitting upon the ground, was surrounded by an enchanted circle...Kiran assumed it was an enchanted circle, at the least. Wasn’t very acquainted with magic.

The king’s advisor did not like that puppet. Called it a “Source of corruption” like the...scabbard of Excalibur? Now didn’t know much about how the world here worked, and honestly that sounded like a whole other story in of itself...But the puppet...Cal, if he recalled, was a source of corruption...Kiran would not be surprised. Bro attempted to deflect, back off of the conversation.

“I dunno Bro...that thing gave me bad vibes. And, um, filled my head with violent thoughts.” Kiran was being honest. Nothing about Cal seemed like good news. And he meant nothing. What did Bro even see in it? Some sort of friend? Kiran could understand getting attached to something, but that thing was creepy. “Err, maybe just keep it outside the castle for now?...and out of anyone’s sight?”

He was about ready to take his leave. After all, the grey blade had to be obtained. But Kiran also felt like this wasn’t going to end well. As the closest to Bro, maybe he could talk him down- Nope, that was a stupid idea. He had known Bro for a half hour at best. The guy wasn’t going to listen to him.

And he probably wasn’t going to listen to the King or his advisor either.

He was about to pardon himself, wanted to know about Artemis. Well that...didn’t sound good. Considering who Artemis was and Bro’s interests...oh boy. Something told him that he’d be having to reel him in.

And, to make matters more complicated, someone else had invited themselves in. A strange man, armored in some sort of body suit. His hand grasped around some sort of...high tech sheath?

“Now isn’t this an interesting situation.” The newcomer spoke.
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Jetstream Sam
Camelot Castle Throne Room


Sam looked around the room. A curious cast of characters, though he’d say less curious than Negan’s “little” group. A fellow swordsman donning a pair of sharp sunglasses, a milquetoast looking lad, a determined looking elf, and...a blue, spiky creature, that due to resemblance to many of the guards, Sam assumed was the king. His gaze also briefly went over that of Cal’s, though he simply shrugged it off as a weird looking toy.

“Pardon me, but I assume your the King, yes?” He gestured to Sonic, “Call me Jetstream Sam. But I’m afraid I’m not actually here to meet you, specifically. I’m sure you have more visitors coming. And I’m fairly sure someone I know will be among them. So, I’ll wait here. I don’t wish to intrude more than I already have.” Sam grinned, in a almost mocking way. He didn’t approach anymore than he already did, evidently still waiting.

Kiran didn’t like the rub of this guy...Probably was going to start trouble, sooner or later. And Kiran really hoped later. But, Kiran was also Kiran, so...it was probably going to be sooner. At least he didn’t have any quarrel with them.

Yet.

He was about ready to get out of the room, honestly. Between the puppet, increasing tensions, and now this guy...
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Sarah and the Flamebringer
Mountainside Cave

"...Aran? I am not sure. She only told me the first of her name." The Flamebringer told Robin and Lucina. She wasn't totally familiar with the newcomer.

"...Who's asking?" Another voice sounded out from the back of the cave. Another armored individual, clad in orange, futuristic equipment. The armor lacked a left hand- a cannon in it's place. Clearly from an age far past everyone else in the room. She took one look at the two who were asking. "Wait a second...Robin and Lucina right? You were at the last Smash tournament. And Captain Falcon, too. Good to see you." While Robin and Lucina were newcomers, Falcon had been in the Tournament from the very first.

And Sarah just looked back and forth between the groups. "So you know her too? Geez, you guys are real lucky. All I know here is Flamebringer. And I mean, this is the first time I met her while she wasn't guarding some criminals and about to fight." The Flamebringer only shrugged in response. Sarah wasn't wrong.
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Priscilla, Jackson, Quint, Gerald, Aisha
HeroSquad Base


“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Jackson said with a grin. Everyone was rearing and ready to help, even the grumpy Lucario who was still rather upset at his status. Oh well, grumpy dogs be damned, help was help. “We can leave in just a minute. Just give me a sec to discuss with my teammates here-”

He turned to Priscilla and Quint. “So, I assume that just Quint will be going with us- you as operator.”

“I’m not going to sit back and play operator when our city along with two incredibly close people to me could possibly be on the line. I’m going out there.” Priscilla seemed motivated, too motivated to back down.

“I understand that Priscilla, but you don’t have any powers. If something bad’s out there, and I mean real bad like that monster…It sliced through me like warm butter. And you don’t patch up like I do.”

“I have the older Thunderhead model and the shotgun. I helped design the stuff, I can use it.”

“I was going to assume I would get the shotgun...But yeah, whatever. If you can hold your weight with it. But now who’s our operator?” He asked

Quint rubbed his chin for a moment, his eyes falling on his boss. “...Aisha could work. Jerry holds down base here.”

“Yeah, I don’t trust Jerry as an operator…” Priscilla admitted. The guy was better at paperwork and taping the keys to the gunlocker to the gunlocker.

“Alrighty then, Aisha, your with us!” Jackson said with glee, obviously happy at a small victory over Aisha. She was cornered, between the multiversal visitors and the other two basically being on his side.

Aisha, who had been hearing the conversation the entire time. “I thought I was the boss around here…” Still, seemed like a solid plan. She’d attempt to talk down Priscilla, but clearly she understood the risks. “Sure, I’ll be your Operator. Just look at the cameras, keep things in check…” It probably wasn’t that simple, but she’d figure it out.

“Alright then guys! Let’s start moving out- Jerry, where was the police force hit?” Jackson had now, for better or worse, became a commander. Of sorts.

“They were hiiiiit…” Jerry said, squinting at his monitor. “Business Quarter. Were going to investigate a robbery when they got hit.”

“Ah, damn it. We were just there too.” Priscilla told the group. “I guess it was good we got out of there. Or bad.”

“Well, we are going there. So get what you need Priscilla, everyone else, let’s go.”

Priscilla pardoned herself into the backroom. The old Thunderhead armor wasn’t as...intuitive as her new design. And it definitely did not fit well. Sarah was a lot bulkier. Still, better than nothing. She grabbed the helmet, the gauntlets (Which were more for protection than electrical output without a proper energy source) and a shoulder guard. That would help with the recoil from the shotgun.

“Alright,” She told herself. “Let’s do this.”
---x---
The Silver Scythe (And the Disposable Criminal Boss)
Goldenwalk Streets


Tony’s Caffeine? Yeah...yeah. That would work. She could sneak out.

Without her suit of course, that was besides the point.

“Y-yes! Of course, I will- I will see you there.” The Scythe nodded to Gwen, before turning. Though she did look over her shoulder one last time. “But, stay safe out there.” No names yet. Tony’s Caffeine, place to meet. Of course.

She obviously wasn’t about to fork over everything about her life. But tomorrow, she’d finally make a friend that was outside of their circle...Hopefully.

And meanwhile, in the complete opposite direction, the boss sat fuming. Though less “Sat” and more “being held against the wall by a extremely powerful individual”.

“Goddamn it, goddamn you, goddamn stupid assassin! I thought she was the best, the best! It was open and close- but I had to be chased! What do you want? Money? Some sort of reward for my capture? You’ll get shit- shit I tell you!” Clearly he was not about to go quietly. Though there wasn’t much he could do, as he tried to pull at X’s literal steel grip.
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Commander Cecil
Goldenwalk Business District


Cecil grinned as he received more accolades from Scorpio. As minor as they were. "Very well then! Let us depart!" And so Cecil went off, with no more issues. Chara was no longer his problem. He had faith that Scorpio and Eldiocorc would keep her in line. Then again, he had no clue who Chara was. Or any of the odd ones. Unfortunately, Scorpio was far more informed than Cecil- a fact that would likely lead to a doom for all of his troops, though not through lack of trying.

As he took his leave, unbeknownst to him, Chara did as well. Still, they shared a side. Even if he were informed of Chara's deference she was not nearly as much of a problem as these others posed. The combined might of Zeliyis could take care of her no doubt. There was a brashness that could be appreciated from one like that. Perhaps she was a "Zeliyis" figure of her own. After all, what else could be done?

The final armed group moved towards a towering skyscraper, soon joined by Elidocorc. Who couldn't keep Chara in place if he tried. He questioned the troops, who were already breaching the door. What they needed to set up the gate. "With all do respect sir, we'd have thought a horseman of Zeliyis themselves would be well aware of the gate. It's simple- six of those blue crystals will combine into a great enough force to breach a large hole in the world's dimensional fabric. Large enough to crack open a direct route to a Zeliyis operated chain. Unfortunately, without proper containment methods these crystals have a tendency to burst, even with minor pressure applied." They continued inside the lobby, the door having been cracked open. Unlike the building that had been robbed, this one building seemed much quieter. And less falling apart.

"If you wish to help speed things along, I'd recommend catching up with one of the departed groups. Otherwise, we would be honored to have you defend our post. You may not be our commander, but as long as it does not interfere with his plans we shall be flexible."
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Grima
Ultra Space


The lurking woman followed out of the capsule, clearly believing herself in charge. Grima held no distaste for distinct non-humans, but...this one seemed rather similar. Though her power seemed far past any human that wasn’t possessed by a god.

“Understood…” Grima said, almost bitterly. He did not like this woman, or her speeding off creatures. But her plan seemed infallible. If this Malos could carry out the Monado Jail she spoke so highly of.

He possessed powerful magic, but lacking a draconic form left him without a way to channel it. But, as he mentioned, humans were clever. When they needed something stronger, they made it with their own hands. Thus, the tome. A channeling of magic. After all, as Grima said, humans were great at making tools that would destroy one another.

“These creatures of yours.” Grima questioned Plague, though seemed to be rather nonchalant. “How fast are they? It’s likely the only living thing around here, though this Ultra Space seems rather...infinite.”

xxxxx

King Líf of Askr, or rather, the lethal swordsman, had quite the esteemed career. He had begun existence by obtaining the blood of the Kingdom’s namesake, a fierce dragon. He was granted a fantastic power- for he could open gates to other worlds. Glorious worlds, filled with plentiful resources for the kingdom. From there, he began asserting contracts across time and space. Dozens, hundreds of lords and lands indebted to him...Yes, an empire he was quite proud of. Askr was strong.

Until Embla came. A sect of Askr that was ignored by Líf in his multiversal conquest. The gates and contracts which Líf could bring...could be closed and broken by Embla. For they had too obtained a power.

Long before the blood pact with the dragon had been conceived, the namesake beast dueled with Embla, a dragon whom powers rivaled Askr’s- and remained rivals until the bitter end. Both were flung to the far reaches of the world, forever injured and unable to muster the strength themselves to continue their fruitless duel. But when the blood pact with Askr was complete, Embla had found another chance.

The Emblian empire rose in most thanks due to Thrasir, whom history dubbed the omnicidal witch. Indeed, with her contact with the dragon of yore she took upon gave her the power to rebel against Askr, but Embla couldn’t allow that to simply stand. With the blood of Askr coursing through the veins of Líf, he was a spiteful representation of the ancient dragon. So Thrasir’s bloodline received an ultimatum- they would be granted the power to close the gates, but as long as the blood of Embla ran through their veins, forever would they be pitted against those of Askr’s blood.

A grand scale war broke out, in which few could recall. Though Embla did falter, they taken a terrible toll on Askr. In Thrasir’s last breath, she cast the killing blow upon Líf, leading both of them to their death at a terribly young age. Both left inheritors to their kingdoms and the dragons blood, and for a time there was a small peace. The dust of war settled, and a multitude of portals to other worlds was closed with no fanfare or issue.

But the blood of Embla brought madness to those who had it. This madness would draw them to great lengths, to murder those of Askr’s blood. And for many a generation, this brutal cycle would repeat without end. Tirelessly coming back to duel again, and each side with inheritors remaining to continue fueling the conflict after a brief period of peace.

And, as for Líf, he found himself in a cold place following his death. Alone, in an empty horrid place. A place where all whom died went. Hel, realm of the dead, and dictated under the sovereign of the same name. And it was there, where he received the ultimate power.

Sӧkkvabekkr, sword of ruin.

In his death he had received a power far stronger than which he possessed alive. Under the power of Hel, mistress of death, had he grown into a bloodthirsty shell of a man- his concerns laying in raising the ranks of the army of the dead. Alongside Thrasir, who too was blessed with exceptional power, they would bring destruction and ruin on the kingdom that once was his.

And it was on that day, when the barrier between Hel’s realm and Askr was obliterated, they began their great siege on the land.

Líf’s blade met that of Alfonse’s- an distant descendant of him. Líf saw himself in Alfonse- indeed, the spitting image of him. Though spitting image or descendant, Líf would kill him all the same. And as the fight continued, Líf had the advantage. He grimly laughed as he moved in for the killing blow, kicking his distant descendant down into the mud. Alfonse lacked the strength, or perhaps the courage, to attempt to reason or dissuade his ancestor. Instead, he continued pick up his blade, as if he’d fight till the last breath. “Tis’ time,” Líf spoke, Sӧkkvabekkr gripped tightly within his hands. “For you to join me in death.”

Líf’s near giddy excitement however, had betrayed his eyes from a blue crystal, half submerged in the earthy ground. With a crunch he stomped on it, and with a shout found himself pulled away from the battlefield, and his prey, in a glorious flash of blue.

“Ahhhh…” He picked himself off the ground, which was coated in a white frost. Sӧkkvabekkr plunged into the earth alongside him. Was this some sort of ploy? Perhaps Alfonse had been more cunning than he anticipated...hmm, no, the world was different. This was not Askr. No castles dotted the skyline, no intertwined roots through the earth.

He retrieved the sword, returning Sӧkkvabekkr to it’s scabbard. His red eyes squinted into the distance. A village dotted the horizon, smoke rising from it. A small civilization, if Líf were to guess. He began a slow gait towards it.

More soldiers for the dead awaited.

Líf
The Wilds Village
xxxxx

Hornet
Black Egg Temple, Hallownest

It had been a long time coming, but the plague had been stemmed. An era had passed, and the world was quiet. Though Hornet found herself busy from time to time- mostly running errands and keeping what remained of Hallownest safe. And luckily, not many local threats remained. Unfortunately, things weren’t so fine on the other side. Hallownest was endangered of being split across space and time- but, once again luckily, that had been stopped too.

She hadn’t done it alone. Hornet had to thank several allies she made along the way for that. Despite some of their trials testing how well they stuck together, the party eventually overcame their hardships. And so she returned to Hallownest, yet another victory under her belt.

Of course, victory was always fleeting.

The main person she had to thank for saving Hallownest from a fate across time and space was Maple. She seemed like a fine ally, but was also was rather hasty- having left the group in a hostile corner of Hallownest for a good amount of time before returning. Still, her return had come, and they still captured victory for that time. As a final parting gift, Maple had given them a “Communication Crystal” to speak across dimensions. Hornet had scarcely used it- having placed it in the Black Egg Temple, a large and now unused temple close to the surface. And, in a great stroke of luck, she had visited at the perfect time, as Maple was calling her.

She didn’t have time to explain, nor did Hornet have much to do. “If I am needed, I shall come.” The tone of Maple’s voice seemed to indicate that the Kingdom was endangered again. And so, it was Hornet’s duty to depart.

Conveniently, after Maple had teleported her away, an odd masked coven had begun making their way towards Hallownest…

The Manor between Realities

It hadn't taken long for Hornet to be filled in. The gaia crystal was falling apart. Which would doom not just Hallownest, but every other universe it was connected to. Everyone had been quite shocked at the revelation- Hornet included. So many sacrifices would be wasted if such an event were to occur. But it seemed they were not alone.

Find Katsu.

Someone had been giving them advice. Divine intervention? Maple seemed to know who this was more than Hornet did. Alpha, one of the other guardians, questioned if any one else had heard it.

"We all did." She told him, assuming that she, Maple, and Alpha were no more special than anyone else in the room. "This...Katsu. Perhaps he's one of these other-multiverse guardians?"

This seemed to be agreed on. And luckily, Maple's father had left them a trail. And so, the manor was behind them, as they were sent through time and space yet again.

Castle Dedede

So...here they were. A castle, embroiled in battle. Alpha seemed aware of what it was, though the enemy army seemed aware of them as well. Spears begun to be thrown through the air. Hornet glared at the crowd of odd, roundish creatures. Gripping her needle, she began to throw invisible thread around their foe- too thin to stop them, but too thin to see. And along this thread, she wove sharp little things...which quickly burst into a sharp ball of needles. She was attempting to enclose the army in- or keep them from advancing.

It worked. Some of the Dees began funneling through the spots where they wouldn't rip themselves on the needles. Their movements were predictable now. "Alpha, enough chatter. Come help." Hornet was a tad cold, perhaps. She preferred the word efficient and determined, however.

Speaking of efficient, more spears were being chucked in their direction. She striked a handful, one after the other, with a toss of her needle. Following that, she threw her needle towards one of the funneled groups- piercing them in a row.

These foes were nothing. She would've pitied them, if it weren't for them continuing their assault.
 
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jade421

Previously Sarah316
~~~The Wilds (Tundra)~~~
"I would appreciate that actually. Thank you. But we should make it quick, don't want to hold us up here for long and we should worry about shelter before the night falls." Twilight advised to Dipper as she accepted his aid before she quickly dashed over to the hut and began to search the place; scanning for anything that might be of use or some kind of personal record the former resident might have had.

Journal, tablet, parchment, letter....anything at all the he might have had. Anything that could help with this confusing situation...
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist

Specter’s Ship: Hunter, Chief, and Cutman

Clockwerk ravaged the entire hallway getting close to the trio. Right as he was a few centimeters from his talons shredding into cheif’s armor...Hunter brought the team quickly into the elevator at the far side of the room. As Hunter quickly pressed the button on the elevator marked ‘160’. The elevator quickly responded by rocketing the elevator high up into the ship, far before Clockwerk could burrow his beak into the elevator. He instead ripped open the elevator shaft, and peered up, seeing the elevator itself speed from view.

“S—Sequence 7. Alt. 7-7-7-7-7-7. Flowers. I-I-I-Immortal. Cooper.”

The elevator raced up high before roughly hurling to the left, and then right. It was a crazy, speedy ride that seemed more like an amusement park attraction rather than a trustworthy method of transportation. Sooner than later, the elevator slid to an uneasy stop, the doors sliding open. A sign hung low from the ceiling; ‘Bay 160: Cafetria and recreation floor.’ There were traces of Doomslayer’s tracks, dents in the floor that lead all the way around the corner and to a different room. There seemed to be no mechs, enemies, or the like nearby. What was even stranger was that there was yet a sign of trouble with the sound of loud bangings...something in that room was happening.
 

Pro Hero Dekiru

Previously Battle Legend G.K.
Asta
Camelot

Looking at the guy named "Goblin Slayer" as he walked past, Asta calmed down enough for his grimoire to calm down with him. The book closed, and he locked it back into his bag. Turning back to Blake and Weiss, he asked a question.
"So, where exactly were you three headed?"

Goku, Galacta Knight, Lancelot
Knightly Training Grounds

Lancelot rose his sword, blocking Caulifla's kick.
"Impressive," he said. "Now try this."
He rose his other hand, pointing it past Arondight and at Caulifla's torso. The palm glowed and sparked with Chaos energy.
"CHAOS SPEAR!!!"

UA Students, Soul, Ash, Link
Central Yharnam


Drawn back by the howl, the group was put on edge. Todoroki acted first, his right hand spurting cold mist. He was stopped by Midoriya.
"That's actually a werewolf," remarked Uraraka, readying her fists. Midoriya noticed that the thing was bleeding. Maybe...
He turned to Todoroki. "If it tries anything, freeze it. Until then we should wait."
The son of Endeavor reluctantly nodded.

Jet
True Lab


Groaning in pain as his hair was pulled, Jet wove his legs to try and reach the floor, but failed. Every strand on his head except for his teal streak was clutched between five skeletal fingers, and it hurt like hell.
He summoned his four buttons.
Jet forced his SOUL to the ITEM button, and a list of everything in his backpack appeared before him, as well as some pouches on his belt.

Chocolate Bars x11
Cell Phone
Nintendo Switch
Game Cartridge Box
Root Beer x3
Water Bottle
Crystal Sword
Crystal Shield
Small Pistol x2
Deck of Cards
Folding Knives x4
Baby Oil
Sylvia's Stolen Kunai x4
Ava's Stolen Earbuds
Zukelo's Stolen Spice Blend
Ari's Stolen Goggles
Oscar's Stolen Bluetooth Mouse

>*Sylvia's Stolen Kunai
*She had a few extras. At the time, you said, "what the hell, why not". Turns out you can use them. Thanks, shorty.

Jet summoned a single knife, the handle wrapped in silver ribbons. Screaming, he tried to stab Gaster's hand with the blade, which broke after the first few thrusts. Damn.

*The hand is barely scratched.

>*Baby Oil
*Ha! You would carry this on patrol and screw with thugs. It was always fun to watch them slip and fall on their asses.
*You squirt the hand--and your hair--with oil. Perhaps you should have done this from the start.

Strand by black strand, Jet's hair slipped out of Gaster's grasp.

>*Water Bottle
*You douse your oiled hair in the refreshing water, careful not to wet your clothes.

Drying himself with his scarf, Jet backed up. The hand went for him once more, no doubt in an attempt to grab him. Quickly, Jet made a paddle-like weapon out of crystal, batting the thing away. He pointed forward, ordering his small strike force to fan out and move in, hopefully getting some hits in the process.
Leading the group was the orange crystal model, leaping towards Gaster.
From behind them, Jet looked around at the purple walls, closing in with an attempt to crush them into oblivion.
"Damn it," he thought, hefting his blade. He checked his power reserves; they were still pretty good.
Jet slammed his hand onto the floor, and rough crystal figures that didn't resemble anything appeared, white and glowing.
With twelve in total, they rushed towards the walls, attempting to slow down the move.
At the same time, the orange figure had made it to Gaster. It jumped towards him, hefting its Mega Man-like cannon.
A stream of shots fired at the mad scientist, in attempt to tear him into bone meal.
 
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Name: Hiro, Kale & Keyblade Trinity Squadron
Location: Specter's Ship


As Clockwerk scanned the elevator, a section within its wing from one of the gabs seemed to shift around as the sounds of metal clashed with metal. Before long, the gap opened up enough to allow the Keyblade Wielder to flop out of the wing he crashed through as he fell to all fours on the floor before the elevator shaft. Hiro panted, as a trail of blood dripped a bit from his forehead which showed the damage he sustained from the crash landing into Clockwerk. Though as he got back to his feet and glanced on Clockwerk he noticed the damaged owl as he had a slight grin on his face.

"Well, not so high and mighty now are you? For a perfect being you don't look so hot." Hiro replied, as he noticed Clockwerk had been inspecting up an elevator shaft as he presumed he was after something. He was no genius or major tactician, but he had picked up on a few things and one thing he did know was how to goad someone as he aimed to get Clockwerk to focus back on him.

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Kale seemed far from swayed from Doomslayer's words, more annoyed that he continued to dart and dance around her strikes which caused the primal frustration to build and build. Though for a brief moment the Berserker paused at the mention of "friend", perhaps a fleeting memory from the true Kale shinned momentarily as she had a brief hesitation.

"RAAAAAAAA!"

Only for those painful memories, the slaughter of Doomslayer on the "innocent" monkey workers who were so kind to her, the horrors of the montage Specter showed her and the stress of all this surfaced once more as she roared out and her power spiked again; electricity shot and crackled throughout the room as she glared at her friend turned "adversary."

"They. Were. Innocent! They were not the enemy, and you will pay for this!" Kale yelled out before she charged forward; her aim was to strike with greater speed before Doomslayer could jump to avoid it as she would try to slam a stiff clothesline into him and if that had been successful drive him through the nearby wall. One where unknowingly a few other familiar faces had just arrived in.

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"Consider it done...." One member of the trio started to say, before one of the monitors revealed the large figure of Clockwerk as he crashed through to one of the engines which caused a light rumble to be heard. Though given the ship's massive size seemed to have avoided causing critical damage.

For the moment.

"Seems this situation is getting out of hand. I was under the impression the bird was an ally no?" The feminine member of the trio asked before the leader readied his Keyblade.

"We'll discuss that for now. Right now the girl needs to be dealt with. We'll dispose of that threat with haste, once we return and the threat passes all will be made clear. Though if you desire to have one of eyes keep an eye on the bird as well we can multi-task." The leader offered to Specter.

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Name: Kyuseishu & Gilgamesh
Location: Marseilles


Gilgamesh led the advance of Forsaken into the main city, looking to secure a stronghold and dispatch any resistance the army might encounter while Kyuseishu hung high in the sky above the city as he scanned at the cloud cover sky above the city. The storm Kale attracted that hung around not that the Keyblade "Savior" would have been aware of that.

All he knew was he needed a clear sky, so these clouds had to go.

Kyuseishu produced a white sphere at the tip of his weapon, and shot said sphere high into the sky as it began to pick up speed and momentum as it ascended; it twisted round and round as it built up power as it reached the clouds. Then, it expanded and exploded as the force caused the clouds to drift apart. With the sky cleared above the city, Kyuseishu's Keyblade shinned again as the preparations had been laid out.

The time for the ceremony, had began...
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Name: Dipper, Finn & Jake, Raven, Star, Erza
Location: The Wilds


Dipper was quick to follow Twilight into the hut as he began to search the place for anything that might be useful while the rest of the group heard Twilight's call to find shelter which seemed reasonable.

"So, anyone have any ideas about how to find shelter here?" Raven asked the group.

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Erza scanned the wall ahead of them which caused a spark to light up as she had a grin on her face before she Requipped into her Giant Armor as she approached the side of the cliff.

"Then allow me to make us some shelter." Erza said as she pulled out her giant spear and gently stabbed it into the wall of the cave. With her large weapon and super strength she began work to carve out a make-shift cave entry into the side of the cliff mindful to avoid causing much structural damage.
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Name: Azula, Blake & Weiss
Location: Camelot

"Understandable. If he can help us get back home that is what matters more than anything. Though I am open to any alternatives if Negan is unable to find answers, whatever it takes." Azula pointed out, as she sensed a slight unease with Negan but for the moment it appeared his command to this point earned both support with Nanashi and even more so Bowser. For now she needed to know she saw Nanashi's point of view on the matter to just let him know she was an ally. Bowser would be harder to convince as she could sense he distrusted her which means she would need to speak with him at some point.

Clearly their impression of Negan was what needed to change here. The gears already began to turn though her expression betrayed nothing.

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"Well we were going along this trail to see if we could find a town or something to get some word on where we are from people." Weiss explained to Asta as in truth they had no other option but to journey and hope they bump into some form of civilization so she was blunt about this fact.

"Could be a long journey, so we should try to find a water source in the event we need to camp." Blake also advised as she wanted to take precaution given this unknown world they had been warped to.

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Name: Akame, Bakugou
Location: Central Yharnam


Akame stood between the werewolf and Eileen as the older woman seemed to take her as a threat or one of the beasts she says plagues this world which was bound to make things needlessly messy.

"Actually she is with us. Granted I understand how you feel but for the moment we'd prefer if you avoid cutting down allies or getting into needless fights. I think someone as seasoned to a world of horror would know the risk of getting into unneeded conflict. It's wounded and on edge, though I imagine we all are." Akame advised, as she seemed well composed in spite of the nightmare setting they were in as she tried to emphasis this point. As well as make clear the injury the werewolf had on hand which might credit to how she acted though she had her hand on the hilt of her blade as it rested in her holster.

Bakugou glanced over at Midoriya and company as he walked over with a scowl. "Relax, that furball is with us. Maybe. I don't care, in any event if it does try anything I'll blast it to hell." Bakugou noted as he reunited with his classmates.

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Name: Toph & Lucario
Location: Goldenwalk


Toph heard Logan's call to her, though in truth had also began to feel rumblings but had allowed herself to be distracted by Y. Either way she focused on her seismic sense to get a read of what lied ahead of them and began to pick up tremors. Lots of tremendous, as Toph frowned and assumed a stance as she faced the general direction.

"Guys, we have company." Toph said with a serious tone as she made certain everyone would be aware of danger that possibly approached so they'd be ready to face it.

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Lucario waited as the one who referred to his life as a "game" talked with his allies about what to do next while he naturally listened in even as his expression kept its usual scowl up. Though as they made their plan the call to move out was made as Lucario let out a sigh....once more he was in the service of humans which stung but whatever it took to return home as he followed them to move into battle position.

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Name: Ogremon
Location: Catgirl Universe (DC?)


"Gotham what?" Ogremon asked as he had never heard of that place before which only fed into both his confusion and frustration; something further magnified when he felt some glob splat on his hooded head.

"Yo, bigger Numemon, how did you get so tall?!"

A pair of eyeballs that seemed to belong to a Numemon lowered and met him face to face as soon the confusion gave way to fury as he shot a glare at the eyes.

"Get off me you oversized gunk!" Ogremon called out as he aimed to grab Numemon by the body and toss him off it; his aim if successful was that human there who he presumed was his partner but cared little about those details.

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Name: Katsu, Lilac
Location: Dream Land (Castle Dedede)


"W-what the hec...." Katsu mumbled, as both he and King Dedede held their clash as both appeared to be equally stupefied at the sudden arrival of several new figures. Though before he had a chance to question it Dedede pushed Katsu off which forced him back as he turned to Bandana Dee.

"Don't just stand there, do something!" King Dedede called out as Bandana Dee glanced with his usual expression before he offered a light shrug as he took a spear and charged Kris though Lilac was quick to follow and intercept as she dodged his spear strikes while he likewise avoided her rising slashes.

The Waddle Dee regrouped as some members fired spears at Alpha & Kris and after that others charged ahead with the aim to try and drive their spears into a charge into them while they'd be busy dodging/blocking the throne spears.

"Wha....hey kid watch out!" Shantae called out as she saw Hat Kid approach herself and Shovel Knight as Shovel Knight drove down on some Waddle Dee to knock them back while Shantae moved to Hat Kid and slapped at a pair of them with hair whips.

"Magnet!"
A void of magic appeared behind Dedede as he gave his order and began to pull Dedede and a few of the Waddle Dee towards it, and it produced a pair of electric sparks which gave shocks to those caught within as Katsu appeared next to Alpha.

"Okay, that won't hold big bird there for long. So who are you guys?" Katsu asked the party naturally curious.

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Name: Fumi
Location: Arendelle (Elsa's Castle)


Slash!
Woosh!
Bash!
The battle intensified as Fumi and the Heartless Knight traded blows; Pain of Solitude clashed with the dark sword of the knight as sparks flew while both fighters parried and struck with rapid intensity. Both slid along one of the ice paths generated by the Ice Queen of Arendelle as Fumi proved to be a step quicker and more maneuverable on the ice slope than the Heartless Knight; which attributed to her ability to avoid his slashes and land a counter shot across its chest plate. And Knight was pushed back, but far from detoured by the strike as it let out an unearthly hiss as it unleased a black volley; several dark magic spheres that shot out and zeroed in on Fumi as her eyebrows frowned and her Keyblade shinned.

"Blizzard!"
Fumi fired several ice shots at the dark spheres before they reached her as each one froze the sphere on impact, before said spheres began to drop. A couple of them would land harmlessly on the ground but a couple threatened to smack into the ice path they stood on which would make for quite the hectic free fall.

Then Fumi thought of an idea. Time for a good ole game of Blitzball.​

Fumi would jump up as she caught the frozen sphere with her hands, she would toss it right for the Heartless Knight and repeated the process with the second one as both shot towards the Heartless Knight who merely dodged them. But a quick leap allowed Fumi a window as she struck a clean show with her Keyblade to the gut which knocked it back and off the ice path as it free fall from the high ice path and crashed to the snow in the middle of its Heartless Legion. Fumi skated along as she fired fire shots at Heartless to aid her friends as they fought the legion but never left her eyes off the hole it fell through in the snow.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
That familiar unearthly kiss filled the air, only louder and somehow even more chaotic as a black aura manifisted from the spot the Heartless Knight fell through before it exploded out which knocked a few Heartless around it back. The Heartless Knight appeared as it floated from the whole and stared with its shinning yellow eyes at Fumi above. Fumi frowned and readied herself before the Heartless Knight charged; ready for round 2.
 
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Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Specter, Timeman, Clockwerk, Pipotrons
Location: Specter’s Ship



Clockwerk’s Head whipped down to face Hiro, his large, entrancing, yellow eyes gazing into Hiro’s. Upon Hiro giving away his position by insulting the ancient avian, the eyes briefly turned red.

“P-P—Perfection. Immortal. Sequence 7. You will not-7 ALT. I AM perfection!!”

Clockwerk’s steel shredding talons, which were right near Hiro’s body, hacked away toward Hiro. Clockwerk’s wings, which were nothing more than glorified melee weapons, scraped through the remanants of the floor, shredding in on any possibly avenue out, cornering Hiro as they closed in to evicerate the boy.


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Specter eyed the monitors at the mention of Clockwerk. The keyblade user bringing the Think Tank member in question onto the main screen. His eyes grew big as Clockwerk stood before an entirely battered level, gutted and exposed to the air. His fist hit the arm of his chair and he gritted his teeth.

“Just what is that fool doing?!” Specter Growled. “Between Kale and Clockwerk...they just might take this ship down. No. I can’t have that! Not yet.”

Specter touched a button on his chair, a blue monitor screen appearing holographically in front of him. Specter glared through the monitor.

“What is the meaning of this Clockwerk??” Specter snarled. “You were supposed to put and end to them quickly and efficiently! Now you are destroying areas of my flagship!”

There was no answer to his call. Nothing but static in response. Timeman looked over to the monitor, looking at Clockwerk’s battered state.

“Hmph. Looks like that Clockwerk fellow was little more than talk...” Timeman Spited, looking up at the Keyblade trio. “Do make sure you aren’t.”

Specter sighed, closing the monitor screen. Massaging his temple, he closed his eyes. “I’ll have the pipotrons focus on this issue...didn’t think I would have to so soon.”


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“Wha...what is he doing Gari?!” Meta gasped.

“Graaaaaahhhh!” G beat her chest in disagreement of the scenario.

They were watching the whole thing, J silent in the back. Suddenly, an extra screen appeared. Specter appeared. His face disgruntled. Meta’s eyes whirled to meet his.

“S-S-Specter Sama, Gari?!?”

“Pipotrons.” Specter spoke in a commanding tone. “The situation on board is starting to get out of hand. If this progresses any further than the floor that Hiro and Clockwerk are on...you are to interfere and stop them both. Is that understood?”

Meta bowed several times fast. “Yes sir Specter, understood, Gari!”

“...It will be done.” J stated simply.


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“Good, then i’ll Trust you to have this end covered. I have other matters to attend to. Ciao.”

Specter cut off the monitor for the pipotrons. Whirling around to The leader of the Keyblade wielders, multitasking

“Alright then, I’ll be looking In Curiosity to how you will contain the situation. This will speak volumes on how you will make a first impression on me.”

Specter smirked, despite all the negative stuff of the situation. Timeman rolled his eyes, not giving a care for the trio, Kale, nor the old bird. The ship seemed to go even further into the sky, entering the final layer of the atmosphere. Oxygen began to get sparse. The object cake closed and closer into view in the distance, the ship still speeding steadily towards it.



Name: Doug duem & Numemon
Location: Catgirl universe


As quick as he fell on Ogremon, Numemon was going off by the much larger digimon, right into the path of his tamer. Doug quickly caught Numemon, big was quickly thrown down by the force of the throw. Thankfully, Numemon was very squishy and slushy, making sure wouldn’t hurt or injure Doug from the hit. Numemon got back up.

“Huh?!? What’s the big idea punk!? Why I oughtta-“

“Hold it Numemon! We don’t know what we are dealing with!”

Doug rubbed his head, flipping back his sleeve, revealing a gauntlet. The blue gauntlet soon projected an image of ogremon, with several stats displayed about him.

“Ogremon. Champion level. Virus type.
It has a violent temperament, and there is no limit to the destruction that it brings about with 'anger' acting as its driving force.“

“That sounds like a bad digimon...” Doug nodded, getting back up, closing his fist at Ogremon. “We’ll end your destruction! Your limit is Dynamic Doug Duem! And don’t you forget it!”

“Let me at ‘em!” Numemon demanded, shuffling around in a boxer like pose.

“Numemon! Use this!”

Doug pointed his gauntlet towards Numemon, blue light projecting from the same place the holographic image did. In seconds, a sword stuck out of the ground right in front of his partner. There was a match sword next to it, which doug quickly took out of the ground. Numemon did the same as his tamer, both glaring daggers at Ogremon. Suddenly, the hair charged him, swords ready to slash.

“This will end your reign of terror!” Doug yelled.

“This is just because I hate y’a!” Numemon yelled along with him.
 
"Maybe know isn't the best time to fight." Okimi said. She shook her head. "Maybe we shouldn't jump to conclusions. The majority of us are in an unfamiliar place. Fighting isn't going to help." Ali quietly waved at out of place woman.

Alina's ears perked up. She quietly listened. Being a lioness, her hearing was as good as, or perhaps even better than Toph's. So she should be of aid as well.
 
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It was more than difficult to ignore the rage that burned inside of her as words were exchanged between Eileen and the Akame, the werewolf was stubborn and wanted to fight this hunter. Her hatred for hunters in general was well known in her world as she was among a small few that were feared the most. As far as she knew, this hunter was no different than any other hunter she dealt with in the past and giving her more than enough reason to want to kill her.

She began to pace back and forth impatiently in attempt to ignore the hunter, but that was easier said than done. At this point, she was in disregard for her wounds as she wanted nothing more than to kill the hunter and mark it as another pest put out of its misery. To Shaynuh, hunters were nothing more than parasites who had no place in the world, other than to torment and kill those who weren't human.

It infuriated her as she could do nothing but watch Eileen, making her snarl as her fiery orange eyes glared at the hunter.
 
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Goldenwalk Sewers

Peter saw the red light as well. He sensed danger, and got into battle stance just as the other two did. “Someone cover Y,” he whispered to the group. “Easier to hurt know that she’s damaged already. If whoever that is is hostile, we need to make sure everyone stays alive.”

Camelot Cave

Captain Falcon glanced over as Samus walked out of the shadows. “Hey, Samus,” he said. “Good to see another familiar face around here. How’d you end up here?”

Pewter City

“So what exactly are we dealing with?” Kaleb asked.

“A nuclear war,” Anthony replied. “All of the regions are fighting against each other. No alliances. It’s just an all-out free for all.”

“How are we gonna stop this?” Sawyer said. “I mean, I’ve time-traveled before, but that was on a crazy island where nothing made sense. How’re we gonna do that here?”

“There is one Pokémon capable of time travel...” Kaleb said.

“Celebi,” Anthony said. “But how are we gonna manage to find a Mythical Pokémon? Especially one like Celebi? There has to be another way...”
 
Name: Hiro, Keyblade Trinity Squadron
Location: Specter's Ship


Hiro managed to get Clockwerk's attention, and fury as more than evident by the full on barrage he sent Hiro's way as the Keyblade Wielder responded quickly. First he levitated off the ground thanks to the pixie dust as Clockwerk ripped apart the ground before he glided back to gain some distance while he kept himself forward. Not as graceful as Peter Pan but enough to just avoid the blades that tried to pin him before he would slash with his Keyblade at each blade in a frantic and volatile exchange.

Blade and Keyblade clashed with each other as Hiro tried to wear down individual blades with his durable Keyblade in the hopes to chip them off and work to gradually gain an edge. No easy task as he had to account for multiple blades and was pressured back at every phase (Including a graze that cut into his skin at skin level here and there) but he was not one to back down just because things looked bleak.

Something complimented for the setting, as the room itself was torn to pieces and exposed to the elements; as they had been driven to the edge of the atmosphere & beyond and reached the stars. Not only had the lack of gravity become an issue, which made the timing of his blocks and strikes hard but also now he had to combat the lack of oxygen and crushing pressure of the vacuum of space.

Something Hiro was quick to answer, as he dawned himself a magic aura around his body; a white outline that shinned over him, a barrier that didn't protect him from so much enemy blows or attacks but kept his body protected against harsh conditions. In the past he had used this when he ventured under the sea during an adventure with a certain infamous Pirate captain but now he had managed to avoid death in outer space. But whether he could avoid death by deranged metal owl remained to be seen.

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"Very well. You'll be relieved to know we won't fall into the same trap he has, but we will let our performance speak for itself..." The leader of the trio said as he gave but one nod to his two allies before the trio vanished; as they dashed out of the room at quick speeds and aimed to work to where Kale had been battering the Doomslayer.

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Name: Kyuseishu & Gilgames
Location: Marseilles


"I, humble soldier of the light, hereby bear the great symbol to open the gates to the Kingdom of Infinity."
With a series of precise slashes in the air, he generated a hexagon symbol that shinned white as it began to spin in the air before it turned on its side and began to rise to the sky. As it rose, it began to expand in size; growing bigger and bigger as its rose in elevation higher and higher before it settled in the sky above the city; it having expanded to hang over all of it as the masked Keyblade Wielder began to mumble an additional chant to himself; his Keyblade floated out of his hands and began to glow a radiant shinned bright. If one had been able to see past his hood and mask, they'd have seen veins appear to the sides of his neck which showed the strain such a spell seemed to have on him even if his body language betrayed nothing.

Woosh!
His Keyblade shot into the air and landed against the "surface" of the symbol, and began to turn as if it had been the key with the symbol being a door....and sure enough once the Keyblade turned the symbol began to crack open. Bit by bit the cracks extended as it revealed this blue light behind the symbol before it all burst open and the city was covered in a blinding flash....

"Great, always hate this light show...." Gilgamesh mumbled as he momentarily covered his eyes. Once the flash faded, he glanced up and had seen the handiwork of the Keyblade "Savior."

The symbol had vanished, and a hexagon shaped hole in the sky was left; one that showed this endless void within it, one with many blue lines or "links" to these heart shaped blue spheres that seemed to go on and on and on.

The dimensional barrier had been unlocked, the path to the Infinity Rift had been opened; the link between the hearts of all worlds, a process that seemed to leave Kyuseishu momentarily fatigued as he hunched over in the sky and panted to himself. But soon enough he stood and gazed upon the doorway with some pride; not that his expression betrayed that.

The door was open, now the process to code the world was all set to begin...

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Name: Ogremon
Location: Catgirl's Universe


"I don't know what you are on about but if it is a fight you want then don't regret it when I grind you to Digi Dust!" Ogremon said as he was oh so eager to take up this battle as he raised his club and clashed with the twin blades of Tamer & Digimon; the primitive weapon held strong as the large adversary gave a toothy grin.

"That all you got, you bunch of cream-puffs are nothin!" Ogremon replied in his boastful nature as he aimed to push off and drive the pair back. Though before he had a chance to further act on his impulse, the others present called for the pair to night fight which caused Ogremon to laugh.

"Oh you must be from another world. We are Digimon! Fighting is what we do! You go till you render the other nothing more than a pile of data to consume." Ogremon said with a proud smirk as he faced Doug & Numemon and readied his club.

"Now if you all don't like it don't watch, but I ain't bout to back down from any fight so..."

But why? Why do you have to fight? There must be more to your life than this senseless violence...more to you then just some mindless killer who doesn't stop till he ends up dead.

However, a sudden memory caused Ogremon to pause; hesitation flashed in his eyes momentarily as her words rang in her ear. Which actually caused his club to lower, slightly, as he wrestled with his newfound conflicted thoughts.
 
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"Oh, we already knew you were a Digimon before you said so." Gao spoke up. "At least, Okimi and I did. I'm kind of doubtful about the rest of them." Gao stepped forward. Volpa's ears twitched, interested in what might happen next.
 

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Master Chief, Doomslayer, Ant Man, Hank Pym
Specter's Ship

"Wake up, John."

Halsey's voice rang through John's head- or perhaps Cortana's. They sounded the same for obvious reasons, considering Cortana was created from the mind of a flash clone of Halsey. With that command, John's eyes fluttered open to find he was moving left and right, swaying slightly from his spot on the ground. His radar indicated two hostiles nearby, but looking out of his visor, it was obvious they were his allies. He'd need to tag them as friendlies.

The Master Chief sat up, slightly disoriented as he quickly processed what was happening, and found they were simply in an elevator. He, Cutman, and the Hunter. Chief didn't say anything immediately as he brought himself to his feet, the elevator shaking about as it moved. He hadn't a clue what had happened during his hallucinations- or whatever they had been. What mattered was the here and now. The last thing he remembered was the metallic owl, and the ground distancing from them, rising higher and higher. With that reminder, his visor showed his current altitude.

94 kilometers and climbing. They were in the Thermosphere, and if they had to encounter another open room like that... Chief would be fine, but he couldn't say the same for Hunter or possibly Cutman. Cutman was some type of physical artificial intelligence. He'd probably be just fine in low to zero oxygen. Hunter, however... John doubted he had any way of preventing oxygen deprivation at their altitude and up. If things came to that- Hunter would be a liability. A situation Chief needed to ensure wouldn't happen.

With that out of the way, he pinged Cutman and Hunter as friendlies for his HUD, before noticing the knife clutched in his hand. He quickly slid it into its holster on his breastplate. He felt exposed without a weapon. Not helpless, not at all, but definitely exposed. He looked at his two companions, and decided to get his only questions out of the way. "What's our status, and can both of you survive in the vacuum of open space?"

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Kale was clearly delusional, it seemed. Specter was the enemy, meaning all those working for him were also the enemies. It was simply a casualty of war, and Kale was clearly far too immature and blind to realize that. "Get the fuck out of here, Kale." Flynn growled. "You don't belong he-" He was cut off as she shot forward once again. He'd be unable to avoid that, even if he'd tried. His Berserk boost had worn thin, and all his major enhancements had disappeared. Her clear attempt to clothesline him didn't go as she'd planned, for he'd attempted to duck, but this resulted in her arm hitting his head, and knocking him on his back with a loud metallic thud.

Flynn grit his teeth as his helmet went flying, embedding itself into a nearby wall, before he pulled out his BFG. It was a bad thing when somebody as powerful as Kale was on a rage, especially when she was too stupid to comprehend anything with a clear mind. "Grow the fuck up." Doomslayer growled, aiming for the floor, getting to his feet. "Don't be a vacuous bitch."
With that, he fired, and the room was flooded with green light, and a resulting explosion, followed by a thick cloud of dust and a hole in the floor.

But anyone looking outside of the hole in the wall could see the Slayer racing by.

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"Scott, if we were dead, we wouldn't be talking to each other." Hope reasoned. "How would you know?" Scott frowned in reply, but Hope ignored him and turned to her father. "Does this look like Quantum Realm shifting to you, dad?"
"No." Hank stated, brow furrowed- before suddenly, the blackness disappeared just as quickly as it had arrived, and they found themselves in some kind of cafeteria. Chairs and tables stood high above them in their shrunk state, but before they could address this, an explosion shook the ship, and through a tear in the wall of the hall just outside of the cafeteria, they could see a cloud of dust and smoke bursting out, and from that dust they could see an armored figure come out of the smoke, but only briefly as he disappeared around the corner and out of sight.

"Was that Ironman?" Scott asked, leaning forward a bit, but Hank shook his head. "No... It's quite possible there could have been a malfunction with the Pym Particles, resulting in a tear through space-time. We might have accidentally come to another timeline." He informed as the smoke began to settle.

"So... alternate Ironman?" Ant Man turned his head to look at the old man, who gave a shrug. "Possibly."

Sans, Snake, SG-1, Negan
Camelot Castle

"Calm your tits, Drax. I think we're almost there." Negan said to the relatively calm Drax, grinning. Drax, however, frowned at this, and glanced down at his chest. "They are calm." He stated, and Negan let out a chuckle. "It was a figure of speech."
"Speech can not be a physical thing." Drax argued, confusing Negan, who turned to look at him. "What? What are you talking about?" Drax looked insistent. "You told me there is a figure of speech. So why can I not see my words if it is a figure?"

Negan stared at Drax, before closing his eyes, letting out a small sigh. "It- I was joking Drax, don't take it seriously."
Drax thought about this, before giving a slight nod. Negan turned back around to look ahead of them. A group of colorful individuals had entered the castle, and he intended to follow. He was pretty sure he recognized one or two of them, so they were no doubt going to see the King of this place.

"He's an idiot."
"You haven't even met the King, yet."
"I was talking about Drax."
"I know."
"You're confusing me."
"You and me, both."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Does it have to?"
"...Yes."
"Damn, I'm hungry."
"We need to eat soon. Our bodies can only go so long without food."
"It hasn't been that long since I last ate."
"We need sustenance."
"Yeah, okay, I get it."


Logan, Chara
Goldenwalk Sewers

"Hm..." Chara stared down the sewage tunnel at the group of individuals. "What do you think, Asriel?" She asked the potted plant in her left arm, cocking her head slightly to the side. "Are these the individuals causing our new 'friends' distress? Don't bother answering. Of course they are." Anybody could figure it out. A man with claws, a spandex-clad teen, a blind girl, a robot and some lion thing. All in the sewers. This was the thorn in Cecil's side, it seemed. This would be fun.

"Asriel." Chara said, looking down at Flowey. "Kill them."
She was aware of the multitude of attacks Asriel could carry out, ranging from his damaging "friendliness pellets" to thick, constricting vines. Luckily for him, he never had to be attached to the ground to enact these attacks, so he could perform them from the safety of Chara's arms.

"Can't you web her to the wall or something?" Logan asked Peter gruffly, glaring down at the figure standing in the spotlight of the red glow. It seemed to be around Toph's height, but was shrouded in shadows, leaving the Wolverine unable to notice anything else about it besides height. The smell, however, was an odd combination of cold earth and stale blood.

Frisk, Alphys, Gaster
True Lab

Despite Jet's attempts, his attacks were given the futile treatment once again, as the hands disappeared, and Gaster sank into his purple wall, disappearing. The walls continued to close, but grew in pace, the room inside growing smaller and smaller as the individuals were trapped, and despite their attempts, they were unable to do a thing.

Outside of his dark purple box, Gaster watched the magical barrier shrink with a look of satisfaction on his face, failing to pay attention to the yellow monster who'd just stepped through a metal wall, her eyes wide. Alphys gulped, and took in the view. It was really him. He was really here, and she... she was terrified. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead, and she hastily attempted to stow her fears. She set aside her Flash Gun, and held the Barrier Gun in her left hand as she lifted the weapon given to her by Doctor Gaster, aiming it at the purple cube. The way Gaster was staring at it, and the way it was shrinking... it was obvious the others were trapped inside. Hopefully, she could provide enough assistance to fight off the corrupt scientist.

She pulled the trigger of the weapon, and instantly decided to name it the 'Gastbuster Gun', and nobody could tell her different. The pack on her back began to hum, and a bolt of black electricity shot out of the gun with so much force, she had to drop the barrier gun and grasp the Gastbuster with her other hand to steady it.
The blast shot into the purple cube, and the entire structure began to glow brighter, radiating with overloaded energy, and sparking with the black electricity.

Gaster frowned, and turned his head to look at Alphys. "What do you think you're-" He was unable to finish his sentence, however, as the purple cube erupted, blasting a shockwave of purple energy outward, not harming anything inside. The shockwave was accompanied by the black electricity, and it slammed into Gaster, who stumbled back, his face betraying confusion and for a split second- pain. Alphys let out a shaky breath. The easy part was over...

Sgt. Johnson, Carolina, Church
Pelican

“Never heard of this Freelancer Project.” Johnson stated, still piloting the Pelican as Carolina stood in the cockpit beside his seat, her arm up, her hand holding onto a bar that kept her stable as the pelican encountered bouts of turbulence every now and again. “And I’ve heard of a lot of top-secret stuff.”
“Because it’s never happened in this universe.” Church replied, appearing in front of Carolina’s shoulder. “I think I’ve figured out why our story is so much different from the one you’ve told us about.”

“I’m listenin’, little blue.” Johnson shrugged, leaning back in his seat, staring out of the Pelican to the blue sky ahead. They’d left behind New Mombasa a while back, and taken to simply talking to each other, quickly finding that they knew very little about each other’s worlds, not realizing they’d come from a totally different universe. They were currently flying above a vast array of mountain ranges, all appearing free of the Flood infection- for now.
“Don’t call me- listen, I think this is some kind of space time continuum bullshit.” Church informed. “I mean- how else would you describe that weird crystal thing? It was some kind of dimensional device. Or maybe time travel. This world we’re in could be an alternate timeline from a once-similar continuity.”

Johnson furrowed his brow, before turning his head to look at Church. He stared at the AI for a moment, then pulled out a cigar, lighting it. “Okay.” He finally said. Church cocked his head slightly to the side in a quizzical manner. “Okay?” He asked. Johnson simply shrugged his shoulders, turning away as he took a puff from the cigar. “Yeah. I can’t think about anything better, so we’ll go with this interdimensional bullshit.”

Before anyone could reply, a shadow passed overhead, blocking the sun. “The hell…?” Johnson muttered, leaning forward to look up through the Pelican, seeing several UNSC vessels rising into the air, their noses pointed upward. A thin green fog was dispersed from their bodies, and some had barely noticeable tentacles emerging from them. They were under control of the Flood. “The Flood are leaving?” Carolina asked, narrowing her eyes. “Surprised it took ‘em this long.” Johnson replied. “Not much left of Earth. There’s still plenty of planets out there left to conquer.”
Carolina would have shuddered, but kept herself from it, glaring up at the ships as they shrunk, the distance between the Pelican and them lengthening greatly by each passing second. “There’s got to be something we can do about it.”
“Not really.” Johnson replied with a sigh, taking another puff of his cigar. “There’s just two of us-”
“Three.” Church interjected, but Johnson ignored him, continuing without missing a beat.
“-and an infinite amount of them. They took the galaxy once, and stopping them required galactic annihilation. Now, there’s nobody to stop them. All we can do is hope to survive. Maybe get to another galaxy. Somewhere Flood-free…”

Their conversation was interrupted once again, as the Pelican suddenly rattled, blasts of plasma slamming into its hull. Johnson could tell it was plasma thanks to several beams of them flew on by the Pelican. Missing shots. The Sergeant quickly looked to the Pelican’s installed radar. Three red dots were blinking on it, closing in on the green blob in the center.
“Damnit, Banshees.” Johnson growled, and quickly changed the Pelican’s direction, barely missing a massive green blob that sailed on by. A Fuel Rod blast. If that thing had hit, the Pelican would be going down.
“-I rep---, we --- -- des--rate n--- -- help. Covenant hav- -- pin--- ---n.” A voice suddenly crackled in on the Pelican’s comm systems. Johnson grit his teeth. “I thought you said everyone else was dead?” Carolina asked, resting her hands on her Plasma Rifles. “There’s a mounted M247 back there. Help me with these Banshees.” Johnson ordered, ignoring Carolina’s question as he accelerated the Pelican’s speed.

Carolina turned, heading back into the internal bay to find Johnson had already opened up the back hatch, revealing three Banshees pursuing the Pelican. “Was that thing always there?” Church asked, still over Carolina’s shoulder, gesturing toward the M247 General Purpose Machine Gun mounted at the start of the ramp. “Hell if I know.” Was Carolina’s reply as she moved toward the M247, aiming it toward the nearest Banshee as it opened fire, spraying the inside of the Pelican with blasts of plasma, leaving burning black marks wherever it hit.
The Freelancer opened fire, the M247 releasing a spray of 7.62x51mm Full Metal Jacket bullets, quickly riddling the closest Banshee with holes. The Covenant vehicle began to smoke, a few sparks flashing along it.
The Banshee quickly swerved to the side to avoid being destroyed as the other two Banshees lined their shots, firing at Carolina. She didn’t budge, still firing at the smoking Banshee. “Carolina, those blasts will tear right through your shields! Try and NOT make yourself an open target!” Church advised as the Banshee Carolina was firing at erupted in an explosion of reds and blues, before the destroyed Covenant aircraft began to drop like a rock. “I’ll be fine.” Carolina replied, turning her attention to the next Banshee.

“Damn it. Come in. This is Sergeant Major Avery Junior Johnson SN: 48789-20114-AJ. I need your position, over.” Johnson growled into the radio as he continued to push the Pelican forward. “Good to he-- ---- --u, Sergeant. We’re trapped --- ---r these mountains. Covenant have -- -----ded. ---t’s your position, over.”
Johnson tampered with the radio for a moment, trying to hone the signal, before the Pelican jolted, and several red lights began flashing. “Damnit…” He muttered. “Carolina!” Johnson called. “Get off this thing. Group of survivors in the surrounding mountains. I’ll draw the Banshees’ fire.”

Carolina took a step back from the M247, the barrel smoking. It had seemingly run out of rounds, or needed to cool down. Either way, it wasn’t shooting, and now she was being told to jump from the ship. To search for survivors.
“You gonna be alright up here?” She asked as one of the Banshees- smoking from her attacks -assaulted the interior of the Pelican with more plasma, one blast nearly grazing her. “Just do it!” Johnson ordered. Carolina let out a sigh as she whipped out her Plasma Rifles. “Fine. I’ll just leave a parting gift, if you don’t mind.” She grinned as she began to crouch, spreading her legs in a runner’s stance, before Church activated her speed burst, and she shot from the Pelican, slamming into the smoking Banshee, knocking it off course, before kicking off of it, launching herself to the ground as she fired a burst of plasma at the aircraft- enough to destroy it.

With a burst of flames and an explosion, the second Banshee fell out of the sky as the third and last one continued its pursuit of Johnson’s Pelican.
Carolina quickly flipped her body around, and looked down. “Church, push our defenses to the max. This isn’t going to be a graceful landing.”
“Right.” The AI replied.
 
Alina growled as strange projectiles filled the air. She then closed her eyes and focused her powers. A familiar sound could be heard throughout the sewer as Alina's motorcycle seemed to drive itself out of a shadow pocket Alina had created. It headed straight for the figure.
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Name: Clockwerk.
Location: Specter’s Ship.


Clockwerk continue to attempt crushingly a Hiro, his feather like blades partying against his Keyblade. It was as if he was a toothpick that got stuck propping a mouth open. Clockwerk, yellow eyes beamed as Hiro, his determination unshaken and his resolve as solid as his body was metal.

“I-I-I cannot. 7. Shift. Enhance. Boy! This game ends- 7. -Here!”

With that, he swept his wings around Hiro, halting any area where Hiro could escape. Like a bat that put is wings around itself, Clockwerk had forced Hiro into such close, cramps quarters. Everything got pitch black, as all light was shut out, that is, except for Clockwerk’s bright glowing eyes.

His eyes began to glow brighter and brighter before two streams of energy erupted from them, focusing fire on hiro’s position. All the while, Clockwerk’s razor sharp talons swept in to gut Hiro. A physical and energy attack, a multi pronged assault with no variables. No where to hide. The end drew near.



Name: Specter, Timeman
Location: Specter’s Ship


Specter nodded as the Keyblade trio ran off to prove themselves capable. This situation would be handled one way or another. Glancing over to the monitor where Kale was so angrily displayed on the screen, Specter visibly winced.

“Kale...why must you fight us so?”

“Because she’s a flawed being of flawed principle.”

Specter swerved over to Timeman, who growled at the the imagery. The purple robot seemed to be crossing his arms, having very little patience nor good thought.

“...come again?”

“You put such faith into a flawed creature from another realm. The very thought of you growing attached to such vermin is beyond me.”

“Tch. That’s just it.” Specter whipped his hair back, looking slyly to Timeman. “Family doesn’t stick up for one another for usefulness or to exploit one another. We stick up for each other because we are family.”

“And that, is why you will never be above of humanity.” Timeman snarled. “You are held back by their same feeble emotions and weaknesses. Your judgement is clouded by the same-“

Before Timeman finished talking, Specter jutted his hand out, Timeman flying across the room, his neck firmly latching on Specter’s grasp. Timeman grunted, not expecting such a move from Specter. He expected Specter to simply think of some quip while he lay relaxed in his chair like a lazy ruler. But it seems he couldn’t reduce every outcome. Specter snickered, his red eyes locking into Timeman’s.

“If you ever compare me as an equal to humanity again...” Specter spoke with venom. “You will join your brother on Crack’s dissection table!”



Specter’s Ship: Defenses.


As Doomslayer leaped through the hole in the wall where he had escaped from Kale, he landed right in front of a pair of Canopeks, both locking onto him. It seems these were some of the patrol forces that Specter had sent earlier to sniff out his location. The clicker and cracked, crawling amongst the walls. All the point defense guns on their legs began to charge up and fire upon Doomslayer’s position. And the main aeroflak cannons on their back aimed to make quick work of him. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.


Name: Doug Duem, Numemon
Location: Catgirl dimension


As Doug and Numemon clashed sword with club against Ogremon, Doug cringed, underestimating By ogremon’s sheer strength. While Numemon’s strength was superior to human, even combined with his own they were being pushed back by the large green digimon. This digimon is no joke...! Schultz could have beaten it with his piddomon...no! What am I saying?! Don’t compare yourself to him! Prove your worth using your own medal!

“That all you got, you bunch of cream-puffs are nothin!"

“Who y’a callin’ cream-puffs, ugly Numemon?!” Numemon spat back. “Not even mother Theresa could love an ugly mug like yours!”

Doug’s eyes widened when Ogremon mentioned a comment about destroying other digimon for their data. His teeth gritted, his grip on his sword getting ever more tight.

“So is true...your really are a bad digimon...!” Doug flashed up. “If you are going to kill others so senselessly, you must be brought to justice!”

Doug saw an opening where Ogremon wavered, his eyes seemingly focused on thoughts elsewhere.

“Numemon! Strike now!”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice Boss!”

Numemon, who was contesting against Ogremon’s club, used his body to his advantage. He slid under the club, and before you know it, he sprung up. Like a rubber band that had been flung, he hurtled toward ogremon’s Chest. Doug, who now no longer stood a chance against ogremon’s Strength, backed off, jumping back to watch his partner. Right as Numemon raised his sword to his the larger digimon, he dropped it in favor of opening his large mouth, his big teeth showing to aim on sinking into Ogremon’s flesh. Doug was shocked.

“Numemon! We talked About this!! Proper fighting!”



Name: Rex Raptor
Location: Wilds

Rex quickly retreated into the cave, shuddering as he shook off some snow that had gotten on him.

“Tropics? Sure. Beach? Most definitely. But the ice age?! Dinos and the ice age don’t mix! Ugh..I can’t wait to get out of this dump and onto something else...”

Rex looked over to erza, who seemed to be making the best use of her time, seemingly levelheaded about the whole situation. He came closer to her, knocking off some of the remains shivers.

“How are you holdin’ up? Get hurt at all during the fight back there?”
 
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Pro Hero Dekiru

Previously Battle Legend G.K.
Asta
Camelot


Listening to Weiss and Blake's explanation, he found the fact that Blake had CAT EARS only mildly distracting, deciding not to ask. He also found the fact that Nero had tagged along incredibly distracting. At least the damn bird wasn't doing much... though he could feel it in his head.
Listening to heard that there might be a need to set up camp. Asta shut his eyes, trying to get a feel for his surroundings. Water was easy for him. Hopefully...
He opened his eyes.
"If it helps you guys in any way, I'm pretty sure there's a lake down that way," he stated, pointing off in a direction a little to the right from where Goblin Slayer (he couldn't really get over that name) had trudged off to.

Hero Killer Stain


Leaving a trail of blood in his wake, the Hero Killer trudged through the hallways of the prison. His clothes reeked of blood.
Every corner held a guard. When he left, every corner held a corpse.
He eventually found the guards' armory, where several dozen of them were holed up.
Smiling, the Hero Killer went to work.

Minutes later, he simply cleaned his blood-soaked blade on his scarf. Sheathing the weapon, he searched for any additional tools that would be useful. Several combat knives. They would serve him well.
He latched some onto his thighs and belt, and placed two within his vest. He added two to the rack that sat at the sides of the vest under his arms. Stain now had more knives than before he was taken in. The though amused him.
Continuing to rifle through the weaponry, he simply discarded the firearms. They made far too much noise; and they were symbols of a coward too weak to face his opponents head-on. At least, to him.
Opening a small box, he dumped the contents out onto a table. Within the box were several magazine clips, as well as...
...a small shard.
Suspicious, the Hero Killer picked up the small, glowing crystal.
And then he was gone.
Disoriented, reality, or a different reality, spat the Hero Killer out into a new terrain.
Landing on his feet, Stain touched the ground, to find that it was cold, soft, and moist.
"Impossible," he muttered, picking up a handful of...
...snow?

Location: The Wilds

He looked around. This was not Tartarus. No... it couldn't be... Shigaraki?
The Hero Killer drew his sword, immediately realizing something.
He was alone. Or, he appeared to be. What the hell...
Stain let loose a piercing howl, in an attempt to get some attention from anybody close enough to listen.

"WHO'S OUT THERE?!?!"

Jet
True Lab


Stumbling, Jet turned back to notice Alphys. As she pulled the trigger to her weapon, he could only watch as the purple cube was overloaded with power, disrupting in an instant. In disbelief, he turned back to Alphys with a thumbs-up.
Ready to compliment her, he turned back and noticed...
...him.
He stumbled back, and Jet knew the look on his face.
He'd seen it many times, often on himself.
Vulnerability.

*Words ring in your head.
* "When the enemy becomes certain of their victory, that will be our chance."
*You mutter the words out loud. Alphys took advantage of this. You need to keep the momentum.

Almost immediately, Jet forced the armor around him to surge forward.
He subconsciously pressed the "FIGHT" button in his mind.
As he approached Gaster, he thought if this would work.
Disorientation was the perfect distraction.
His SOUL imbued the blade with teal energy, as he held the sword up ready for a massive, quick, strike.
Jet brought the sword down.

"RESTRAIN THIS!"
 
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Gao sighed. "Why do I even BOTHER talking when no one will listen." She changed into her wolf form. She then turned to Volpa. "You, can you back me up if I need it?" Gao asked. Volpa nodded, pulling a collapsible bo staff out of a compartment on her belt. Gao leaped in to break up Ogremon and Numemon, when then crack of a whip filled the room.
 
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