PL IC Thread IX++ //Oddsbodikins & Atomic Kittens//

[Mincaldenteans]

Mezran moved back steadily toward the transport the lizard and others had been working at; slashing and firing in retreat. Whether his swipes by blade or shots by disruptor were lethal or not depended on the target charging at him, the Klingon wasn't concerned as long as the target stopped from overpowering him or putting him off balance. Angry screams were coupled with cries of anguish and shouts of insults upon the Klingon's mother. Laughing as he retreated, the warrior reared his arm and punched a man in the face for getting too close and kicked him a few feet back into a trio as they all fell like bowling pins. Setting the disruptor to overload, Mezran tossed it at the nearest guy before sprinting for the bus and not looking back. He counted:

One

Two

Three...

Mezran entered the bus and took a seat, still waiting for the overload in his weapon to discharge. "It should a explode!" He said somewhat affronted. Before he could get up an explosion roared outside the transport as the energy blast ripped through the masses sending limbs and things in all directions while blue/green flames washed over the scattering mob, licking anyone foolish enough to linger.

"Hah!" He bellowed in triumph and set his bloodstained blade upon his lap with a satisfied grin.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Seeing it was time to go, Tsu took the gun from her wing and ran towards the bus. She threw the gun to NVE and took her seat,she still had her smile and was super happy to see Torii again. But know she had a ton of explaining to do,insults and maybe a few punches to the face. their was a few new faces that she noticed on the bus,not much of them were interested her. Her eyes slowly closed and she began to doze off, Tsu would deal with whatever questions that might come up after she wakes up. "Welcome back home,Tsu" she thought to herself with a smirk and some snores.

[Kassaran]

It had gotten suddenly very violent, and for a brief second, Kage had frozen and then a disgusted snarl ripped through his brain slicing the cobweb forming at the edges of his vision into ribbons and without his orders, his body began to move on its own. The spirit within had taken control and was moving him out of the way, and instead of fighting, he let it push his body up the steps of the bus and into one of the seats aboard. When everything finally started coming back to the poor boy, now the winged amazon of a girl was boarding the bus, and there seemed to be most everyone from before also on board and tucking his head between his arms (which were pressed up against the seat in front of him) he simply closed his eyes and listened, waiting out the cacophony of death and destruction now crescendoing outside as the chaotic fight began to climb into an all-out war if it hadn't already become that as is.

[The BranRiech]

With Mezran's explosion rocking the outer portions of the building, and the sustained fire washing over it's walls, it was no wonder that the old, un-magical building seemed about to collapse. Bran wasn't caring in the slightest as he went through the motions of starting the plane up, trying to recount his time flying the small liaison plane he was trained in, and besides the helicopter, was the only thing people trusted him to fly really.

"If everyone's not on, they're fucked at this point." Bran sighed to himself. But in all seriousness, if anyone hadn't either chose to go with either Aegis or the bus, they probably deserved to be left behind out of sheer idiocy.

With a whirr and some sputtering at first, the engines started to maneuver the bus out of the hole in which it was crashed through, and at this point, with a large amount of the crowd now nothing but disembodied limbs and a red mist created by the explosion, it made the perfect runway as the bus gained speed, hitting around 100mph before the lift was sufficient enough to pull the boxy thing off the ground and into the air.

[Torsiedelle]

"We're going? Right!"

Torii didn't hesitate. She didn't want to spend any more time than necessary in this place, and she certainly didn't want to deal with hot tar and a crumbling building, and so she snatched her rifle up and made a dash from her cover into the seat next to Gio and Marcus. She almost immediately dropped her rifle to the ground and curled up, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort. She didn't have to keep surpressing her feelings now that they were leaving. She didn't have to keep shooting or screaming....

She let her head down between her knees and groaned. "Let's just go, please."

[Fvaarniimar]

Kale struggled with helping Bran build the thing. Not only because of her physical strength, but also the pressure by the mob outside. It was weighing too much on the girl. Her friends getting hurt, people getting hurt. She just couldn't... take it... anymore.

Her eyes started glowing bright green. She looked To Paul and nodded. Paul nodded back and continued her work, as if getting a message directly from her.

Kale stepped through the hole in the lobby and lifted her hands up. A deep rumble could be felt, shaking the entire area. Then, giant vines burst out of the ground, through the asphalt and concrete covered ground. The vines formed a 50 meter high barrier surrounding the front of he building, effectively cutting off the mob and the group entirely.

Kale's eyes stopped glowing and she dropped to her knees, panting heavily.

"That... should... be good... for a while," she said in between pants.

Rmwtyliin soon noticed that her sobs had grown easier to hear, and - concerned - had immediately stopped, cheeks streaked with dried salts and eyes somewhat pink. (Appropriate, as that was the color of sorrow.)

She'd poked her head out, only to notice everyone getting into - whatever they'd been working on. It looked like it might be a home of some sort; perhaps they were taking shelter? Rmwtyliin, entering, had noticed the confuguration, and, needing a bit of space, had taken a seat some distance from the others.

[Primordial Luxa]

Aegis humming suddenly ceased and everybody standing in the circle he had drawn suddenly felt as though they were having a heart attack. A great pain welled up in their chests and twisted at their very being forcing pain throughout their bodies. This was followed by a great sound easily reaching a few thousand decibels that began echoing around the room before each figure in the circle was pulled through all eight corners of the room. This of course meant that each person was split on a cosmic level in order to be pulled through all of the angles by some great otherness.

Travel through the angles was dark and void, there was nothing unless the people opened their eyes and tried to look. If they did what they would see was the great seething things that dwell between realties and that reach into our space only to unknowingly destroy it. It was like a writhing pool of maws and eyes that gazed blinding into space and gnashed senselessly as they devoured themselves.

This only lasted a few seconds however and when sense and ideas of time returned to the travelers they found themselves standing in a forest that on one side looked tropical and on the temperate. The group were in a clearing that seemed to have been cleared by a fire of some kind that occurred a few weeks ago with a large black rock standing in the center. “Shit!” Aegis exclaimed.

[The Fourth Reborn Ophanim Empire]

Aegis humming suddenly ceased and everybody standing in the circle he had drawn suddenly felt as though they were having a heart attack. A great pain welled up in their chests and twisted at their very being forcing pain throughout their bodies. This was followed by a great sound easily reaching a few thousand decibels that began echoing around the room before each figure in the circle was pulled through all eight corners of the room. This of course meant that each person was split on a cosmic level in order to be pulled through all of the angles by some great otherness.

Travel through the angles was dark and void, there was nothing unless the people opened their eyes and tried to look. If they did what they would see was the great seething things that dwell between realties and that reach into our space only to unknowingly destroy it. It was like a writhing pool of maws and eyes that gazed blinding into space and gnashed senselessly as they devoured themselves.

This only lasted a few seconds however and when sense and ideas of time returned to the travelers they found themselves standing in a forest that on one side looked tropical and on the temperate. The group were in a clearing that seemed to have been cleared by a fire of some kind that occurred a few weeks ago with a large black rock standing in the center. “Shit!” Aegis exclaimed.

Shit? Venyx thought, worried as he stood clutching his chest, his head spinning and his stomach adrift somewhere in the void between Bielefeld and wherever Aegis had managed to land them. Maybe I should have taken the bus... The desert-dweller mused, feeling very much like he'd just suffered a wreck on the high seas, his palms clammy and body rocking slightly on invisible waves. He looked to Aegis for an explanation, because as soon as he'd gotten his bearings enough to take in his surroundings, nothing looked quite right.

They obviously weren't in Bielefeld anymore, but that was hardly comforting given Aegis' most recent exclamation. The surroundings reminded Venyx of the oxygen forests under Farramis, Opha's capital city, grafted upon the dry soil and standing in stark contrast to the red clay subterranean deep. The desert moon had implemented the growth of small, wooded areas underground in hopes of achieving more variation in vegetation, but mining efforts did not allow the forests to prosper. Of course, the forest Venyx now stood in the center of was much less artificial, but he still got the same sinking feeling looking about at the tall, spindly trees as he did realizing that nothing good could ever grow on Opha. "I'm going to assume this was not our target destination..."

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Good work Bran. Nice job Torii, I see why I picked you to be an intern." NVE complemented as he worked under the open dashboard of the bus next to Bran. With a spark and a puff of smoke he withdrew and closed the panel. "Okay everyone, I wasn't kidding about the seatbelts. There was no time for inertial dampeners." NVE announced as he did the final check, standing next to Bran. "Air Bubble, good. Hyperspacial overthruster, good. Constant Stabilizers, good. Total Perspective Extrapolation Navigation System, half eaten but should work. Chronoportation Engine, good. Crystal Matrix, good. Flux Capacitor, contradictory. Cold Fusion Generator, running at optimal capacity." He muttered to himself and finished activating the primary systems.

The Tesla coils positioned at the corners of the bus sparked and gave off blueish translucent energies that enveloped the bus. Bright flashes of light coincided with the bus being lurched forward by the fabric of the dying universe. Then Void. "Try not to look out the windows, it'll make you sick." NVE warned as he waited a minute for the navigation system to find an exit. Outside was nothing, a timeless nothing that filled the "space" between realities. There was no light out there to see what else got lost or the unimaginable creatures that lurked here. Those who ignored the warning might have spotted a humanoid figure on the wing of the craft.

The flashes of light began again, but this time a vast desert appeared below with a blue sky above. There were no mountains, but it did have valleys, canyons, and mesas. The vast desert stretched as far as the eye could see with the sun baking everything below. The only sign of civilization was an empty highway directly below them. "Bran, follow the road and take us down once we reach that city on the cliff." NVE asked, as he was able to discern the only shiny spot along the road. Others would be able to see the city in the distance, it was either small or very far away. NVE frowned at the instrument panel, these readings were erratic. "Either something is wrong with this place or the sensor array got damaged while in the void." He muttered, and opened the door in midair. He stuck his head out and pulled something off the roof. A writhing metal arm that was clearly cut off from the rest of the body cleanly. "We'll need to land so we can see if the attempted hitchhikers damaged anything else." NVE explained to Bran as he passed the severed cyborg arm to Torii.

[The Drone Empire]

D4, caught in the sudden chaos encroaching upon them, did not fully realize what was occurring until it fell upon the machine. It had been a quick decision, when it carried itself aboard the bus. To the Drone, it was the more appealing option, over arcane and unknown phenomena that it had dismissed as too risky. Then again, it now sat toward the back of a bus drifting through a realm other than those it recognized, on a vessel which was powered by technology that was alien even to it. Those who had come aboard along with it were strangers, unfamiliar in all ways but general knowledge, for the most part.

Most of all, the reptilian creature disturbed it. D4 had been assigned to this world with a simple goal, and with simple targets. Its expectations did not meet the reality of things at all, but it assumed much of this fell around whatever it was, that strangely shaped creature. it was not human, nor humanoid, but it acted in all the similar mannerisms as had been described, yet held such knowledge as to orchestrate the conversion of such a simple device into such a seemingly curious machine. D4 held on to its suspicious thoughts, awaiting their arrival to their destination.

[Cerillium]

The world around the bus shuddered; the universe had all but given up the ghost. It quivered like a small child's bottom lip as the wee one mourned an unexpected command to go to bed. It balked. It heaved. It held its breath and balled up its fists and pinched its eyes tightly closed. And then came the exhale. All life stopped instantaneously and every molecule exploded at the speed of light.

plink

VROOOSH!

Fate (or gods or magical farts or very lucky dice) had blessed the raptor that day. The bus remained intact as the dimension shattered. The bus tumbled nose over back end, engines dead for lack of air.

The empty void outside the windows was suddenly filled with a reality (France, perhaps) before everything flickered to be replaced by Rome, then Tallahassee, then Vegas, then the Grand Canyon. The tumbling slowed and then the curious sensation of weightlessness was suddenly replaced by gravity's suck. The bus seemed to hover like some cartoon parody, and then the nose began to sink downward.

This is just like a roller coaster car cresting the hill before slamming back towards the earth, Marcus thought as he gazed out the windscreen. He might have thought it cool if there had been a track. There wasn't. The bus tipped further and began its nosedive into the Grand Canyon.

[Fvaarniimar]

About 2 civet-cat lengths from the back of the bus, Rmwtyliin clung to an odd seat covered in something like leather as the terrifying shaking smoothed out slightly and then threw her forward; as her position was changed the girl (who fortunately for her stomach and sanity had not previously been able to see outside) gained a view of the window. A bright, blue sky? She craned her neck and, upon catching a glimpse, wished that she hadn't. They were at a strange angle to the world, with what little ground there was far below, much further than it was from the top of any tree which she'd climbed.

Humans have an incredible capacity to adapt, as Rmwtyliin has already shown. After several insanities... Well, one doesn't stop trying to make sense of something, whether it's occurred four times or four thousand. But after several instances, one has to accept either that it is possible, or that they are insane. Quite possibly... One can start embracing parts of it, if they can accept it to be possible.

Birds flew that high.

Insane, strange, incredible or not... Taking a nosedive or not... Being tossed out of her seat or not... Rmwtyliin was flying. Was it terrifying? Of course. But sometimes one has to laugh at the madness, letting out hysteria and expressing joy in equal measure.

And that's just what the young princess did. Her laugh wasn't bell-like, or that musical, but neither was it ugly as an ass' bray. It was tentative, not quite soft but not terribly loud, rather high due to the fact that she was after all still freaking out.

She laughed, and fervently thanked the spirits for this moment, while also begging for them not to let her die. (It should be noted that, while the spirits in question did in fact have some power over probability, their ability to hear such a prayer was restricted to two nearly-identical universes. In theory, however, someone in the same universe as she and bordering on omniscient, or for that matter merely at that moment utilizing on Rmwtyliin a paranormal ability permitting them to perceive another's thoughts, could hear; if one such could hear, perhaps they could do something. Perhaps not.)

[Kassaran]

About 2 civet-cat lengths from the back of the bus, Rmwtyliin clung to an odd seat covered in something like leather as the terrifying shaking smoothed out slightly and then threw her forward; as her position was changed the girl (who fortunately for her stomach and sanity had not previously been able to see outside) gained a view of the window. A bright, blue sky? She craned her neck and, upon catching a glimpse, wished that she hadn't. They were at a strange angle to the world, with what little ground there was far below, much further than it was from the top of any tree which she'd climbed.

Humans have an incredible capacity to adapt, as Rmwtyliin has already shown. After several insanities... Well, one doesn't stop trying to make sense of something, whether it's occurred four times or four thousand. But after several instances, one has to accept either that it is possible, or that they are insane. Quite possibly... One can start embracing parts of it, if they can accept it to be possible.

Birds flew that high.

Insane, strange, incredible or not... Taking a nosedive or not... Being tossed out of her seat or not... Rmwtyliin was flying. Was it terrifying? Of course. But sometimes one has to laugh at the madness, letting out hysteria and expressing joy in equal measure.

And that's just what the young princess did. Her laugh wasn't bell-like, or that musical, but neither was it ugly as an ass' bray. It was tentative, not quite soft but not terribly loud, rather high due to the fact that she was after all still freaking out.

She laughed, and fervently thanked the spirits for this moment, while also begging for them not to let her die. (It should be noted that, while the spirits in question did in fact have some power over probability, their ability to hear such a prayer was restricted to two nearly-identical universes. In theory, however, someone in the same universe as she and bordering on omniscient, or for that matter merely at that moment utilizing on Rmwtyliin a paranormal ability permitting them to perceive another's thoughts, could hear; if one such could hear, perhaps they could do something. Perhaps not.)

She's scared. Kage's eyes flew open as he felt the old spirit speak, his head which had been hanging in his head now had effectively risen up to look over his shoulders and find himself looking at the girl whom had been nursing his head wound just minutes before. She was utterly frightened, and so was he, but the ancient soul within him kicked Kage's mind roughly and forced him to react to the current situation at hand.

First of all, somehow the girl had ended up in a seat next to him, and as he noted something. They were in air, now beginning to fall, and everyone was showing that exact same look of surprise, well, so far as he could see. Moving across the way into the open area of the seat next to the girl, he smiled and spoke softly," hey now. We're fine, we'll survive this, besides, we've made it this far on ad-hoc science, not much can get out of hand in this case."

The boy's head was no longer throbbing, but now his attention was squarely on the younger individual next to him. He looked out the window as well, trying to get his bearings, though now the bus was at a full tilt downward as the crew of this roughshod flying time-traversing machine was busy working on restarting its engines.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii had been such a "cold, thoughtless fighter" before getting in, but now that she was able to take refuge, she was bombarded with the thought of everything she had just done. A mixture of shame, fear, and anger swept over her like a wave and started to rock her back and forth. The shaking, scared girl paid little attention to the rest. She clipped her seatbelt on and curled up again. Her eyes told that she was upset and scared beyond belief.

She had killed people. She killed civilians, too. Unstable, dying universe or not, she killed. She was supposed to be just a normal girl, and yet she went over the deep end and helped kill. It wasn't right...

Now Bran was probably mad at her. Tsu was on board...she hoped that Tsu didn't sit next to her (although the handler didn't mind at all), and then...

Suddenly, NVE tossed a cybernetic arm into her arms. That was the last straw. That was enough. This was too much, too fast. Torii was starting to freak out, and dropped the arm on the floor. "I-I...No! I won't do it!", She cried, just as the bus was being launched out over some unfamiliar stretch of godforsaken desert. The light blinded her, but once it had focused, she could see their new predicament plainly...

She fainted.

....

The Dark Elf was with Aegis's group as they had left, and was now in a beautiful forest for some reason. It was still better than wherever the hell they were before, though. He looked around, and then to Aegis. "Is something wrong?"

[Giovenith]

It was have been part too repetitive to recount that the world around them all was, essentially, as the kids these days called it, fucked.

All that mattered right now was that one person had gone mad with laughter, Torii had flipped and fallen unconscious, and they were all one wrong butt shift from plummeting to their deaths. Giovenith's hands locked into the seat in front of her in panic mode, but she managed to keep together enough to not scream or lose control of her analyzing abilities, freezing in place more as precaution against tilting the bus any further. All in vain however, as the bus had already began to fall.

"AHHH!" There was no point in holding back that scream as the canyon floor flew closer and closer toward the canyon floor. She tried sending out a few birds, only to have them sliced by the rippled, racing metal of the bus itself, so trying to save them with a swarm was out of the question. The godling didn't even think she would had enough birds to carry this monstrosity. "DINOSAUR, DO SOMETHING!!!" she screamed, this being the only option left.

[The BranRiech]

"We're goin' in!" Bran shouted over the din of panicked apartment-goers concerned about being thrown from a dying universe as everything collapsed around them. The engines were failing to start after being tossed through nothingness for a few seconds, and the air wasn't doing a damn good job of starting the engines as they should have. "Must be a problem with the engines themselves, damn things should be starting with the airflow over them, and I can't glide this thing into a canyon river! Someone's going to have to climb out to the engines and fix them manually . . ."

[Giovenith]

"We're goin' in!" Bran shouted over the din of panicked apartment-goers concerned about being thrown from a dying universe as everything collapsed around them. The engines were failing to start after being tossed through nothingness for a few seconds, and the air wasn't doing a damn good job of starting the engines as they should have. "Must be a problem with the engines themselves, damn things should be starting with the airflow over them, and I can't glide this thing into a canyon river! Someone's going to have to climb out to the engines and fix them manually . . ."

"Bran, we are balanced on a needle!" Giovenith snapped, looking around the seat. "If anyone even shifts their foot the wrong way, we're all dead!"

Normally never one to snap at others, this occasion where Giovenith had clearly meant business. It was true, with their position right now, the bus would be a metal pancake before someone even made it outside.

[Rygondria]

Reginald was on the bus when he saw it abut to crash into the grand canyon. Reginald screamed a little and said," Oh fuck Wait the grand canyon how lovely reminds me of my hunting expedition to the american west ah yes all the buffalo i shot but i will tell the tale after this incident".

[The BranRiech]

"Bran, we are balanced on a needle!" Giovenith snapped, looking around the seat. "If anyone even shifts their foot the wrong way, we're all dead!"

Normally never one to snap at others, this occasion where Giovenith had clearly meant business. It was true, with their position right now, the bus would be a metal pancake before someone even made it outside.

"Oh . . ."

Looking outside of the bus, instead of at the non-functioning controls, Bran did indeed notice that the bus was quite balanced on the needle that Gio was referring to. Oh shit, this was exactly like that movie with the gold or something, about Italy? Bran had seen it on TV one time, the bus was dangling from a cliff with the gold in the back, and the character needed to choose to risk himself, or lose the gold. Except in this case, the gold was the life of every person on the bus . . .

"Well, we gotta' get back in the air somehow."

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

NVE sighed and pulled out his LaserSpanner. "This is a ranged tool, now did you make the engines electric like I asked? There is only so much petrol on this bus." NVE asked Bran as he cracked the window open and pointed the spanner at a failed engine.

[Fvaarniimar]

About 2 civet-cat lengths from the back of the bus, Rmwtyliin clung to an odd seat covered in something like leather as the terrifying shaking smoothed out slightly and then threw her forward; as her position was changed the girl (who fortunately for her stomach and sanity had not previously been able to see outside) gained a view of the window. A bright, blue sky? She craned her neck and, upon catching a glimpse, wished that she hadn't. They were at a strange angle to the world, with what little ground there was far below, much further than it was from the top of any tree which she'd climbed.

Humans have an incredible capacity to adapt, as Rmwtyliin has already shown. After several insanities... Well, one doesn't stop trying to make sense of something, whether it's occurred four times or four thousand. But after several instances, one has to accept either that it is possible, or that they are insane. Quite possibly... One can start embracing parts of it, if they can accept it to be possible.

Birds flew that high.

Insane, strange, incredible or not... Taking a nosedive or not... Being tossed out of her seat or not... Rmwtyliin was flying. Was it terrifying? Of course. But sometimes one has to laugh at the madness, letting out hysteria and expressing joy in equal measure.

And that's just what the young princess did. Her laugh wasn't bell-like, or that musical, but neither was it ugly as an ass' bray. It was tentative, not quite soft but not terribly loud, rather high due to the fact that she was after all still freaking out.

She laughed, and fervently thanked the spirits for this moment, while also begging for them not to let her die. (It should be noted that, while the spirits in question did in fact have some power over probability, their ability to hear such a prayer was restricted to two nearly-identical universes. In theory, however, someone in the same universe as she and bordering on omniscient, or for that matter merely at that moment utilizing on Rmwtyliin a paranormal ability permitting them to perceive another's thoughts, could hear; if one such could hear, perhaps they could do something. Perhaps not.)

She's scared. Kage's eyes flew open as he felt the old spirit speak, his head which had been hanging in his head now had effectively risen up to look over his shoulders and find himself looking at the girl whom had been nursing his head wound just minutes before. She was utterly frightened, and so was he, but the ancient soul within him kicked Kage's mind roughly and forced him to react to the current situation at hand.

First of all, somehow the girl had ended up in a seat next to him, and as he noted something. They were in air, now beginning to fall, and everyone was showing that exact same look of surprise, well, so far as he could see. Moving across the way into the open area of the seat next to the girl, he smiled and spoke softly," Hey now. We're fine, we'll survive this, besides, we've made it this far on ad-hoc science, not much can get out of hand in this case."

The boy's head was no longer throbbing, but now his attention was squarely on the younger individual next to him. He looked out the window as well, trying to get his bearings, though now the bus was at a full tilt downward as the crew of this roughshod flying time-traversing machine was busy working on restarting its engines.

Rmwtyliin, training or no, was having a very difficult time remaining even somewhat calm. Not only was the situation somehow growing even more insane, but There. Was. A. Boy. Sitting. Next. To. Her. Without. Her. Permission - even implicit permission - Who. Was. Not. Ijj. Or. Emm. This - even more, almost, than the myriad absurdities - brought home to her how much everything had changed. The universe, all of a sudden, had been turned on its head... And for what? Why was she here?

It was also quite awkward that - completely inappropriate or not - the Naaliasz found herself appreciating the company. The situation was scary, and even a strange male helped, a little - if only because his presence reminded her that she was a diplomat, and that likely in this situation - assuming that these people were not somehow spirits, as some previous occurrences had seemed to show - she was the chief Iifveerfvaardakuu member present. It was her responsibility to comport herself accordingly. Rmwtyliin traced a diamond betwixt her brows, then four rays going off to the sides. Her fingers weren't merely sketching, they were retracing a path which they 'd often traced, so often that the muscles often remembered where they were going; they were retracing a tattoo, ><><, done in ink made by mixing the deepest brown and deepest indigo. It meant duty, it meant diplomacy, it meant pride in these and hence both in oneself and one's station... All things which, frankly, the preteen could have used more of in this situation.

[Primordial Luxa]

Aegis stood still for a moment collecting this thoughts while trying to assess the situation. They obvious weren’t in Belfield he could tell that much by the strange division of the trees. The Tropical spread far on one side like some sort of awesome infection while the temperate on the other was composed of leafless back husks and small shrubs. He opened up some of the more esoteric features of both his mask and his mind attempting to scour the surroundings to learn more about the universe. What he found he didn’t like.

“This is not good. Not good at all” Aegis proclaim without any emotions of warmth. As if to accentuate his point a US F-8 Crusader came roaring across the tropical side before a massive explosion followed in its wakes sending a huge cloud of oranges flames across the horizon like a geyser. One the temperate side however the sound of intense gun fire began as well as a seemingly wordless shouting and screaming.

“We’ve entered universe 2941-8572-7629-4287, better known as War World.”

[The Fourth Reborn Ophanim Empire]

Aegis stood still for a moment collecting this thoughts while trying to assess the situation. They obviously weren’t in Belfield he could tell that much by the strange division of the trees. The Tropical spread far on one side like some sort of awesome infection while the temperate on the other was composed of leafless back husks and small shrubs. He opened up some of the more esoteric features of both his mask and his mind attempting to scour the surroundings to learn more about the universe. What he found he didn’t like.

“This is not good. Not good at all” Aegis proclaim without any emotions of warmth. As if to accentuate his point a US F-8 Crusader came roaring across the tropical side before a massive explosion followed in its wakes sending a huge cloud of oranges flames across the horizon like a geyser. One the temperate side however the sound of intense gun fire began as well as a seemingly wordless shouting and screaming.

“We’ve entered universe 2941-8572-7629-4287, better known as War World.”

The plane howling overhead made Venyx cringe in spite of himself. He hadn't seen a war plane in over nine years - since the Wars of the Pantheon - and it shook him down to his very core. Pilot or not, the things he had seen in the war were enough to make him more than a little distrustful of the machines in the sky. Rightfully so, he thought, seeing as a display of glowing orange and fiery destruction came quickly in the direction the fighter had gone, shaking the ground and painting the sky with ash and dust. It awakened his instincts, and his pounding heart became the beat of a battle drum, his finger quivering on the trigger of the weapon still poised in his hands.

"War World..." Ven felt a sick little smile tug at his lips, and the pain in his shoulder began only to fuel his body's automatic battle responses at the sound of gunfire in the trees. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, the Earth people would say. "And here I thought I wouldn't be helpful." He didn't leave Aegis' immediate vicinity, every protocol he'd ever learned dancing across his mind's eye. Suddenly, the small party of escapees became his soldiers, and he had every intention of keeping them safe. He'd lost too many already. "Just tell me which ones to shoot."

[Swith Witherward]

"Well fuck," the cosmic turtle sighed. It was rather obvious that he'd gone to sleep on the job once again. Alright, weird dimensional warping and black Fridays aside, his job was pretty dull. This time, he royally screwed the pooch. This was going to generate a lot of paper work. A lot.

Two objects shouldn't ever occupy the same place at the same time, just as two story lines can not be run in two different places. It's just too nonsensical, and although both technically CAN happen in the PLverse, it wasn't recommended. No, things become complicated when that happens. And, as we can clearly see, things are complicated now.

"Well," the cosmic turtle lamented, "There's nothing to do but divide by zero again." And that's exactly what he did.


THE BUS... became a mango (everyone inside was seedy) and then a 1965 Packard Caribbean Convertible, and then the Space Shuttle. The turtle finished his computations just as President Obama gave a thumbs down sign to finish the program, and the Space Shuttle molted back into the bus.

The flashes of light began again, but this time a vast desert appeared below with a blue sky above. There were no mountains, but it did have valleys, canyons, and mesas. The vast desert stretched as far as the eye could see with the sun baking everything below. The only sign of civilization was an empty highway directly below them. "Bran, follow the road and take us down once we reach that city on the cliff." NVE asked, as he was able to discern the only shiny spot along the road. Others would be able to see the city in the distance, it was either small or very far away. NVE frowned at the instrument panel, these readings were erratic. "Either something is wrong with this place or the sensor array got damaged while in the void." He muttered, and opened the door in midair. He stuck his head out and pulled something off the roof. A writhing metal arm that was clearly cut off from the rest of the body cleanly. "We'll need to land so we can see if the attempted hitchhikers damaged anything else." NVE explained to Bran as he passed the severed cyborg arm to Torii.

It might seem like that had just happened previously (it had), but now the wonky time line had condensed into the proper state (as proper as it can get). The dimension had indeed exploded. They were now in a completely new dimension. Sadly, everyone on board would remember both jumbled plot lines, but now the raptor's took precedence.





*POP* Paris *POP* Fiji *POP* McDonald's for coffee *POP* NVE's flying bus.

Swith dropped the heavy mech suit into the bus aisle and crossed her legs, hovering above it. MB was on her shoulder (the turtle couldn't change the fact that the rabbit was supposed to be with Bones and Minerva) and Fortu was strapped to her back.

"Greetings! I come in peace!" she quipped, although she'd actually come in the hope of a free meal. She tossed the empty coffee cup over her shoulder and lazily scratched her side.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Don't worry we're not crashing, just a hiccup. Perfectly normal for our situation." NVE announced to qualm concerns about the airworthiness of the craft. The only air trouble Bran would have now was turbulence of entering air without the speed they had started with and now the added weight of Thriller.

NVE waved his LaserSpanner at the roof of the bus, remotely repairing part of the sensor array. The chronometer couldn't pick a day or month, but it was certain the year was 2013. The GPS displayed a map of the American Southwest but no markers, only a big red "X" over Texas.

"Well I'm glad you came in one piece as opposed to multiple." NVE bantered with Swith, then his eyes were drawn to the fainted Torii. "I suppose we all could do with a little rest stop after the hectic rush to leave." he added.