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The Silhouette of Adventure
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Silhouette of Adventure » Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:43 pm

"Multiple Man Prime, come in."
"This is Prime. Who's this? Is it Test Tube again? Look, man, I said I'd have a repair man coming tomorrow-"
"No, this is the Ring. Those Capes from before? Turns out, they're calling themselves the Young Bloods. Local news is all over it, and our HAMMER associate is being blocked from looking into it by the Wayne Foundation. No public roster, but they're in one place. Local opinion is split between supportive, comparing them to the Teen Titans of old, and decrying them. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm officially saying that the Jump City Repentant base, the Ring, is open for business."
"Got it. I'll let Overmind know. Over and out."
"Over and out."


The Ring base in Jump City was by far one of the most advanced bases the Repentant had. Able to function as an entirely separate Headquarters if need be, it was... Impressive, to say the least. Multiple Man Prime took the teleporter there and re-absorbed most of the base Multiple Men before duplicating them again, simply to gather their knowledge. Nodding slowly, he began calibrating the teleporter. "Overmind, I agree with my assessment. Of course. At any rate, I've had one of my duplicates send you a briefing on what we have so far. I recommend releasing operative RV-7 in Jump City to observe and record their abilities. How goes the progress on operative FS-1?"
"Slowly. I'll take a look at your briefing and decide whether or not to send over RV-7. In the meantime, I'm having Psimon come over. Give him a mental briefing, have him assess. I'd normally trust your judgement, but I've been keeping RV-7 close to my heart. Don't want him taken out too soon."


"This is Psimon. I have to say, Multiple Man makes a convincing argument. Whatever your "RV-7" project is, I'd say to send it in."
Overmind smirked. "All right then."


Far below the Sandcastle in San Diego, the Fixer finalized work on his latest model of the Red Volcano. He began to chuckle as he activated it, sending it through the portal to Jump City.
In Jump City, Multiple Man installed the directorate chip, giving it its instructions and the location its visual drives would be backed up to, a covert HAMMER site in the northern pacific. It nodded slowly, its eyes still dim and inactive, before walking out the back door and truly turning on. The Red Volcano, the sentient brother and penultimate design of the Red Tornado, was now loose in Jump City. He did not start destroying stuff randomly, of course- First, he would find out where he would be most effective. While it would be easy to notice him on traffic cameras and the like, he wasn't doing anything destructive... Yet.
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Postby The Silhouette of Adventure » Sat Oct 03, 2015 11:07 pm

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The human avatar of Hadrimmelis smiled and nodded at Manifest. "Yes, indeed, appearances can be quite deceiving. Be sure to pay attention, or you might miss important details in the future." She said, before looking around once more, noticing that everything was going blurry. "In any case, I am glad to hear that you will not let the power of the Manifest Blade corrupt you, Charles Crawler. I will see you... in a moment." She said, before completely vanishing from his mindscape, leaving him alone for just a moment before he was returned to the real world.

Once outside, one of the first things that Manifest would see would be the very same woman, looking over him. She had been active this whole time, as her avatars were each independant from one another and only dependant on her true consciousness, which still slumbered, though it would not remain so for much longer. The ground beneath them both, which was made entirely of the black skyscraper-sized worldscales of the dragon avatar, shook all of the sudden, and moments afterwards, several ships from the Builder fleet were destroyed by another concentrated beam of light.

"You are currently talking to me while standing on me as your allies and I attempt to defend me. Try not to get too confused by it." The blonde scarlet-clad woman said with amusement, before looking back towards the planet. "Now, it is almost time for me to wake up. Once that happens, this black dragon you stand on will cease to be, and that would be a very unfortunate thing if it happened while you are still here, so, it would be best if you leave now. I will see you again, very soon I imagine, but for now, please, go through this portal, it will lead you back to your ship." She stated as she waved her hand. Below her, on one of her black scales, a serpent hole appeared, ethereal red framework swirling around the white vortex. It would lead Manifest directly back to the Infinite Venture, where he would be safe from the Builder fleet.

Away from them, the planet began rumbling. It was almost time.

Manifest began to rise, bracing himself when the "ground" began shaking, but rising nonetheless when it stilled. He chuckled at what she said, shaking his head slightly, but nodded solemnly when she explained that the dragon he stood on would soon disappear. "Will we have a chance to speak again?" Manifest asked. "You're fascinating, to say the very least, and certainly far more knowledgeable about the Blade than I am." He summoned it to his hand, its scabbard appearing as well. The blade was different than it had been so many years ago, when it was wielded by the Watched. Then, the gem in its hilt had been a perfect sphere that exuded energy- Now, it was a fragmented and shattered, hunk of jewels, and though each held a hint of its power, it was obvious not all of it was accessible to Manifest. The Blade, once darker than midnight, was now maroon, and the hilt was no longer engraved with designs, but rather a simple black material. He glanced at it with curiosity, then turned back to the World-Dragon. "When can I expect to talk to you again?"

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Manifest turned in awe at the destruction of the Builder fleet. "Damn. He actually used the Weapon." He narrowed his eyes when he saw the new Builder fleet enter. "Of course." He glanced at Hadrimmelis. "Sorry, Madam, but it appears I am needed elsewhere." He dispelled the Manifest Blade and launched himself into the Infinite Venture, where he was expelled into the Bridge. He groaned. "I hate portals." Glancing up, he noticed that his limp form was now surrounded by dozens of Superheroes and aliens, the half of which that did not recognize him pointing weapons at him, and the half of which that did simply staring at him in confusion.
"Uh.. Hi?" He turned towards Craig. "Yo, Boss, I'm alive. I'd suggest watching Hadrimmelis. You're about to get a real show." He smiled after he called this out, still simply lying on the floor, seemingly relaxed.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 04, 2015 12:35 am

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"Soon." Was the word that echoed through the mind of Charles Crawler as he lay on the floor of the Infinite Venture, the serpent hole having closed right behind him as soon as he had gone through it, having had no purpose other than that of his crossing. A word, and nothing more; simple, yet meaningful.

Just then, she felt something, she felt the few consciousnesses still present on her surface begin to head away. Indeed, as she was the mind of the world itself, she was able to tell when there was life on her surface, and now, she could feel the All-Mother and the Valkyries of Asgard fly away from her surface. Their retreat was soon confirmed by the telepathic message that Valka relayed to her, and though there was no one around to see it, both the figure of the Eternal Queen sitting atop her golden throne in her pyramidal throne room, and the figure of Queen Adrianne standing atop the black dragon that was currently hanging back after the Infinite Venture's Weapon had annihilated the first Builder fleet, seemed to nod thoughtfully, before a smile spread across their regal features. Even the black dragon itself seemed to be enjoying the moment, anticipating that which was yet to come.

"It matters not how many of their fleets arrive now, All-Mother. The die have been cast now." The lady of crimson eyes relayed back to the mind of Valka Silverhand, her smile practically tangible through the telepathic conversation. "I give you my thanks for assisting in the evacuation of my people, All-Mother. And now, allow me to respond in kind." She stated, before closing the mental connection between herself and the Queen of Asgard.

Then, both manifestations of the Queen of Hadrimmelis seemed to vanish completely, unable to be seen anymore. The black dragon itself soon followed suit, disappearing from the universe as if it had been cast away by a wizard. Undoubtedly, some of the brave warriors on the Infinite Venture would begin to panic by now, with their trump card expended and their ally now gone. But that was alright. They would not panic for long.

There was no Eternal Queen now. There was no black dragon now. At that moment, there was only the planet. There was only Hadrimmelis.

And Hadrimmelis was angry.

The world itself, which had begun to shake violently even before the Valkyries had finished flying away from the surface, was now rumbling with a thousand simultaneous earthquakes several orders of magnitude above the puny, insignificant Richter scale, rupturing the continents that had once upon a time been the pristine, prosper homes of the proud Hadrian race, which was now safely tucked away in a temporary home thousands of light years away from that place, that battlefield which was about to become a carnage, a graveyard, the scene of a genocide that would be remembered for aeons.

Then, as the worldquake continued wreaking havoc on the crust of the planet, something else happened. The entire planet was suddenly set alight, burning with powerful cosmic flames, becoming for a moment just as bright as the sun. The area surrounding Hadrimmelis was now incredibly hot, and any and all Builder ships and/or Alephs that had been struck with the woefully abyssal idea of getting anywhere near the planet were completely erased from existence by the almighty cosmic flames that enveloped the world like a golden blanket; however, the incineration of these unfortunate individuals was by no means something planned. Rather, it was simply the logical consequence of a process that was yet to finish.

If the fire that surrounded Hadrimmelis was bright as the sun, then undoubtedly, it had blinded everything present on that battlefield, if only for a moment. But then, just as quickly as it had been set alight, the planet suddenly cooled, the flames dying immediately, leaving the area blanketed in total darkness, save for the light granted by the legitimate sun of that solar system, which still shone brightly despite having been put to shame by Hadrimmelis a moment ago. However, when the disoriented combatants were able to regain their bearing after their senses had been toyed with so pointedly, they would notice something very different about the planet. Whereas once the surface of Hadrimmelis had appeared perfectly normal and perfectly capable of sustaining life, now it was completely barren, very smooth and completely black; not charred or singed, as would be logical after the fires that had enveloped it, but a purer shade of black, one that almost blended in seamlessly with the surrounding void of space, though soon red glow began to appear everywhere around the crust of that living planet, allowing others to see it more easily.

And then, at last, it began. The first thing that happened was that the planet's crust simply opened up, unfurling like a piece of cloth, but on a cosmic scale. The unraveled crust of Hadrimmelis took the shape of two enormous wings, each of them as large as a planet in their own right. Then, the creature's serpentine, jagged tail, which had been previously coiled around its body, extended itself as well, also large enough to cover the diameter of an entire world, large enough to skewer a planet if the creature so wished. Finally, the head revealed itself, its four jagged horns protruding from its skull as it looked forward, its fiery expression glaring at the Builder fleet, even as it seemed to smile, for it knew the outcome of this war.

She was a black dragon. The same black dragon that had been assisting Craig, Manifest and the rest of the crew of the Infinite Venture during the battle against the first Builder fleet, but a version of infinitely greater power, giant obsidian scales covering her entire body except for the wings and horns, contributing to her fearsome appearance. Completely extended, the cosmic deity that now faced the second Builder fleet was the size of several worlds, and a single one of its scales was large enough to dwarf any ship that might have been present that day on that battlefield.

Full of fury and disdain, Hadrimmelis roared. The black dragon of the twelve World-Dragons, one of the elders of her kin, had been awakened now, and the stars themselves cried together in awe of their mother.

"Builders." Spoke a voice into the minds of all living creatures present, ally and enemy alike. It was the voice of Hadrimmelis herself, and it was a voice that both Manifest and Valka would find awfully familiar, though this time it carried a million times more power than before, and the otherworldly, inhuman quality that befit a godly beast of the cosmos. "I cared not for your existence. I cared not for your crusade. But you have threatened me, you have threatened the life in me, and that is unforgivable." She continued. Her fury was tangible, and yet, her words, her tone, everything about her speech was measured and calculated. The rage of the dragon was cold, and if the Builders had known what that meant, they likely would have fled the battle in terror, for all the good that it would do them. The moment the World-Dragon had awakened, their victory and their very salvation had slipped from their hands to fall into the depths of an ineffable abyss. Now, the only fate reserved for them was destruction.

But the builders did not know this. Hundreds of world-destroyer ships and thousands of Alephs flew up to Hadrimmelis. In comparison to her, they were completely insignificant both individually and as a whole, but theirs was the power that had made the Kree bow down to them, theirs was the power that had conquered countless galaxies already and wiped them of the life that thrived in them. And so they began glowing, charging their most powerful weapons and their strongest powers in order to attack in unison and take down the enormous threat that loomed before them.

"I could use my power to erase you all, to wipe you from existence, to destroy your fleets and your entire civilization. But..." The World-Dragon seemed to trail off, staring down at the group that had been sent out to deal with her. All of the Alephs and all of the Builder vessels had their weapons fully charged now, and yet, they did not fire, and Hadrimmelis knew precisely why. "...Your punishment must be more severe." The World-Dragon spoke psionically, and at that exact moment, all of the Alephs and all of the ships turned around and opened fire on their allies, on the rest of the second Builder fleet, destroying a fair chunk of the fleet. The Builders understood the risk immediately and annihilated the entire group that had been sent off to deal with Hadrimmelis, but it mattered not. That was just a small taste of what was to come.

"And what better way for your transgressions to be punished, than by showing the entire universe that it was you, and no one else, who sealed your own fate and condemned yourselves to your destruction?" Hadrimmelis spoke, and at that moment, the same thing that had happened with the hundreds of ships and thousands of Alephs happened again, but on a much larger scale. What had happened at that moment was that the World-Dragon, using her psionic power, had completely wiped the minds of her enemies and used them as her puppets, forcing them against their former allies. The same thing was now happening again, but this time, it was increased by ten thousandfold. Half of the entire Builder fleet was mind-wiped and subsequently puppeteered by the cold fury of the World-Dragon, and immediately turned against the other half. Absolute chaos dominated the battlefield as the enemies of the World-Dragon began tearing each other apart instead of facing their true enemy, manipulated with the utmost ease. Like a particle and an anti-particle, the two halves of the Builder fleet annihilated each other, until there was nothing left but scraps and ashes.

"...And though it was you who earned my fury, it is upon your entire race that my veredict will fall." The World-Dragon spoke at last.
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Father Knows Best State

Postby Charmera » Sun Oct 04, 2015 1:24 am

Somewhere outside the universe.
There is a throne, not a golden, gilded throne of wealth. Not one of diamonds or over precious gems. It is not pretty, not a throne of a merchant king. No, yet this throne commands power and respect regardly. From the wrecks of battleships, dreadnoughts, starships this throne is weaved, like a thousand spears, swords and daggers, the seat has the ends of things which once razed entire worlds. It's scale is massive, and while no work of beauty it commands wonder in the sheer size of it. For it was created by a race of giants, and made of the largest and most terrifying of them all. Queen Xyrix.

The Red Xyrixma sitting on the throne was a sight to behold. A massive, towering figure, at least the size of a planet, though she could easily grow larger, or smaller. Despite being a translucent red, there was a sort of beauty to her, similar to one a statue might have, yet more organic somehow. Her hair, though it was more a single mass than a collection of strands, came down to her shoulders, covering them neatly. It moved with her head movements gracefully, more graceful than hair should. Despite all this, she had a fierce yet confident look. The look of one who knew she was at the top of food chain. There was also a savage intelligence in her eyes, one that elevated her beyond the aesthetic of a barbarian queen she gave off. She was no mere savage, that much was sure. Though one could tell she was capable of considerable cruelty.

"Report." She spoke to another of her kind. A smaller one. about the size of a mere continent, though once more she could become far larger. She was green, and had a look of more versed intelligence, contributed also by massive pilfered glasses which change size with her. This was Axy, one of Xyix's five legendary generals. A martial rank of considerable standing. It took not only considerable intellect and competence, but also an obscene amount of power. For Xyrixma rule by the right of force. Force of personality, of intellect or more often: brute force. Axy was no slouch in the first or the third, but the second was where she shined. For she, quite literally, devoured knowledge.

"The builders are almost destroyed, turned upon one another by a powerful psychic. A world dragon I believe. Hadrimmelis I believe" She spoke. "The same race which attacked some of our father race."

Xyrix chuckled. "Sounds like the Star Whales... Though I suppose she will do." She leaned forward. "And I suppose I should give them a house call for old daddy."

"Mistress?" Asked Axy, smart, but often confounded by her master. She seemed to always have a plan.

"Send Yixa to talk to her. Tell her to give the usual message." She spoke. "She can handle this alone I believe."

Axy paused, then bowed. "Of course your Majesty."

Xyrix chuckled once more. "Stop that." She bemoaned. "If I've told you once, I've tolf you a hundred times. To you and any of my generals, I am Xyrix. Or Xyr. Too much pretence is bad for the mind." She smiled. "Now go."

Axy nodded hurriedly. "Yes m- I mean Xyrix. Xyr. Um..." She paused, blushing dark green. "I'll go tell her."

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As the builders turned upon one another around Hadri, a small purple dot seemed to fly towards her. As it aproached the dragon, it grew in size. Larger and larger until it was roughly the same size as the dragon. A woman seemingly made of slime. Her purple form reflected the light of stars, glowing slightly. It's mind would be hard to enter to say the least, and completely incomprehensible to the world dragon, similar to the Nilkin in many ways. It spoke, it's voice harsh.

"Greetings to you, Hadrimmelis of the world dragons." She smiled, a predatory smile. "I come with a message..."
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Postby Charmera » Sun Oct 04, 2015 2:23 am

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Hearing the voice of the fox demon speaking to him, Akihiko turned towards the creature, eyeing him warily. He was fairly reluctant to completely trust these people, even though he had to admit that they did free him, and the animosity that he could feel coming from Taro didn't help matters at all. Plus, he looked like some sort of creepy fox demon, as his mind was fond of remarking at every moment, and he had been taught not to trust demons if he ever met one. Reluctantly, he reached out for the blade, still observing Taro very carefully.

Only to swat it aside after hearing his last remark.

"And who are you to know about humans?!" He growled at the male Kitsune, grabbing his pipe and going through the door that led to two of the five Oni that he had been trying to fight. Not only was he angry about Taro's remark, but he also felt threatened. He had thought that they wouldn't really figure it out, but apparently he was wrong, and he didn't want them to find out that he was part Oni. Nobody was supposed to know except for his mother. He had been told very clearly that he had to avoid having it discovered at all costs, so he was understandably on edge at the moment.

"You know, you shouldn't be so rude. We didn't have to save you!" Remarked Akari, quite annoyed with the way that he had treated Taro. Sure she had been a little abrasive herself, but she was beginning to like the group. And what really pissed her off was how Taro was so annoyed about being called nohuman. "So you've got magic in you. So what?! Doesn't make you any le-" She was interupted as she heard the unsheathing of a blade with her enhanced hearing. She snarled like a cat as she pulled out her two pistols and shot down the halway. Then followed her shot up with six others, mercilessly blasting nothing. She growled.

<"Someone's a clever kitty..."> Spoke a voice. And then the cat was sent flying. She rolled into a room, grunting as she hit a desk. Then she saw. A massive, muscular blue demon and a very tall female one.

<"Shall we slay the escapee and the kitty cat Thunder?">

<"Humph. It won't be much of a challenge Rain. Look at how fragile they are...">

Then Akari's catlike eyes saw the sword, imbedded into the desk. She saw this was a treasure trove of loot. A hoarders paradise. She grunted, then tossed the blade to Aki.

<"You scum disgust me."> She spoke. <"Attacking someone from behind. A noble no less!"> She then raised her gun. Then pulled the hammer back. The weapon seemed to glow as she did so. <"Someone should teach you manners.">

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<"I'll show you manners you red cur..."> Hissed Masami, blade in hand as she parried the Fifth storm: Lightning. He was fast, and Akari was having trouble with him. They clashed and clashed and Masami couldn't seem to get the edge. It frustrated her.

At least she wasn't fighting WInd or Frost, whom were fighting Garnet and the other Kistune. Suddenly in her thoughts, Masami was nearly sliced in half, saved only by a timely blade parry. She took the oppertunity to punch Lightning in the nose, sending him flying as blood squirted from a broken nose. "Not very tough are you...?"
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Capitalist Paradise

Postby The Republic of Atria » Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:41 am

Naja awoke in some sort of room. It was empty, and it looked rather advanced with various panels. Despite that, it looked as if there was an opening at the top. She tried to fly out only for a robotic voice to speak. "Energy flux detected. Neutralizing." What appeared to be electricity shot from the walls and pulled her right back down.

"Ouch! Hey! Who's in charge here?! What's the deal with kidnapping me?" She shouted to have Orion appear over the edge of the exit.

"Oh good, you're awake. Earlier than I thought. It's not personal. Highfather said to either grab you or the man. We're not gonna hurt your pretty little head."

"I'm pretty sure I know what you want. My rebuttal is that all you had to do was ask... Wait. Xander's not here?"

"No. We really only needed one of you-"

"No no no no... You don't understand. He can be... Temperamental... Abrasive... A bit angry when it comes to me. I'll help you, but first you have to let me go explain to him what's going on. Trust me, if and when he gets here, it's going to be very... Um. Explodey."

"I don't think he's coming. He would have to have a Mother or Fatherbox to get here. We exist out of your lower dimension."

"That's the thing. He HAS a Motherbox. We even went to Darkseid's planet, which smells like smoke, sulfur, and death, for a very good reason. Darkseid is an asshole, but yes. He has a motherbox and you can get he's going to be gunning for you. Just let me out. I already agreed to help you. The first part would be making sure that Xander doesn't glass the whole planet. Trust me, he will and has the power to do it. I'll stop him, and help you guys... I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you want an army to take out Darkseid, right?"

"Perceptive for a mortal. The fact that you and he have both been on Apokolips and survived is impressive for mortals." He said and laughed when Naja mention that Xander was going to destroy New Genesis. "I forgot how funny you mortals can be. It's one mortal man. How bad could he possibly be? He's not the Kryptonian."

Xander

To say he was blind with rage was an understatement. Seething, frothing and boiling, are all good examples. He knew Orion's appearance and the fact that he was a New God. Which meant he would need the mother box he used to survive the end of the Multiverse. If it could get him to Apokolips, then it should be able to get him to New Genesis. Not being used to his strength being back the way it was, opening his closet door was quite a bit more violent than it had any right to be. It was pretty much empty with the exception of it having his old Golden Guardian costume. Which out of nostalgia, he switched to, flew outside and opened the boom tube to New Genesis.

He flew through it to the other end. "Huh. Seems that he's already here. Don't worry snake woman. I won't hurt your boyfriend too badly. Though I make no promises if he's going to be a big pain in the neck" He said and flew on his A4 to go meet Xander. "You're a bit bigger than I remember."

"And you're going to be a lot deader if you don't tell me where she is. If she's hurt... So help me I'm going to show you what it looks like when a planet dies." He hissed. "Where is she?"

"She wasn't kidding about your temper. She's fine mortal. Don't worry, we'll give her back when we're done with-" Orion didn't get to finish his statement before Xander hit him. Hard. Very hard. When the shock of the incident wore off, he found himself at the center of a mountain. "THat hurt... That actually hurt. You're gonna be that kinda guy, huh? Alright then."

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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Silhouette of Adventure » Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:56 am

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Eva reacts just quick enough to roll away from the kick, stopping safely on the landing below them. She unsheathes her sword, and holds it up towards Owlman, "You guy's haven't exactly given me a good reason to stay", She tries to sound confident and strong, but she is clearly startled at the figure. Further supporting that, she quickly looks around for a way out of this fight. She knows she can't win a one on one against Owlman. "In fact, I'll be going now" She says, before jumping down to the next landing, activating her energy shield and holding it up to block whatever his response is. Before he can jump down to her level, she rushes through the door on the landing, into the offices just below the penthouse. She quickly closes the door behind her, and starts loading her crossbow to attack him when her breaks through the door, stopping so she can quickly run away again should this plan not work.

Nearly following her, Owlman narrowed his eyes when he watched her break down the door. Calmly rising, he walked back into the room above her, setting a small explosive charge above her heat signature. He casually walked down the stairs and to the door of the next landing, standing to the right of the door and knocking on it. "Ready to give up yet, girl?" He called before tapping a small button on his metallic gauntlet, setting off the charge.

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Thor roared in anger before flying just outside the range of AntiBios' attack. "Now!" He called out towards Sentry, who immediately launched himself towards AntiBios, summoning bolts of pure energy to surround his fists.
"Thor is not yours to kill, outsider!"


Ultron narrowed his eyes as he watched Eva attempt to escape. Owlman. You are still in Stark Tower, yes?
"Yes. Why?"
One is trying to escape. Third stairwell.


As Eva reached the level she began, she would have an opportunity to notice a shadow rapidly falling on her. "Leaving so soon?" Owlman's stoic expression was surpassed only by his monotonous voice in its cold, unfeeling nature as he fell towards Eva with a kick.


Quicksilver yawned for a moment after he finished his doughnut, then stretched and glanced around with a smirk. He rapidly began to knock out every regular human combatant, indiscriminate of whose side they were on. Almost every ARGUS and SHIELD agent fell, along with Alt Fury, Sniper, Alt Waller, Alt Luthor, and Alt Joker.
"I love it when we're in Universes with a Speed Force!" He laughed. Somehow, this version of Quicksilver was far faster than the home variety- And potentially insane to boot.


Meanwhile, the Wonderful One was in a losing battle against his two Chaotic foes. "You used to be a Hero, Vincent! We fought together!" He cried out as a bolt of entropy shot passed his head, deflected at the last moment by one of his shields. "I learned from you!"
"And do you want to know what I learned from you, Victor?" Doctor Chaos smirked. "I learned that, no matter how hard I fought against the idea, some men were destined to be nothing- To be less than nothing! To be a burden, to weaken those around them and grind them into dust simply by being their irritating selves!" He began to laugh wildly as the Wonderful One faltered for a moment.
"You- You lie, Pretender!" The Wonderful One suddenly roared, releasing a wave of energy far stronger than ever before, powered by raw emotion, blinding nearly everybody in the room. When the light faded after a second or two, the Wonderful One was standing over kneeling figures of the Scarlet Witch and Doctor Chaos, each of whom was rubbing their eyes and rising, already recovered. "Vincent Strange is dead." He pronounced coldly, raising his fist towards his former friend. "And now, so are you." He released a blast of pure energy just as Doctor Chaos finally recovered. Chaos scowled, coating his other fist in a similar, albeit twisted, energy, punching forward. The two attacks collided with their targets simultaneously, knocking each off of their feet and back several yards. They laid unconscious where they landed. Scarlet Witch was the only of the three magical combatants who remained awake, and she was heavily injured. She limped to the sidelines to heal herself- Though some others may have noticed, they were far too busy with battles of their own.


Antibios stuck out his hands and grabbed sentrys hands absorbing the energy off of them. his mouth and eyes now glowing gold instead of the normal red he laughed his cold metallic laugh as he began to absorb sentrys power as well. Speaking directly to the golden man Antibios said "Everytime one of you strikes me with energy, I grow stronger, with every punch I land you grow weaker. for every second I hold onto you..." Antibios fired his left ion beam onto sentrys hand before crushing the right in a gravity grip "... you come one step closer to dying. Tell me about your universe, about it's land. I want to know about the place I just destroyed. not the whole universe of course. Just the version of the sun. so tell me about it." While he said this Antibios charged up one of the blasts Manifest had used on him earlier and aimed it straight at sentry gut, setting it to fire if sentry tried to escape.

Sentry tilted his head slightly at what AntiBIOS had to say. Then, he began to laugh. The ion beam did not even leave a mark, and when he tried to crush his hand, the Sentry was nearly unaffected. "You?" He smirked. "You expect me to believe that someone as weak as you destroyed our world?" He laughed wildly. His shadow began to flicker and move its head independently, as though struggling to get free. Meanwhile, Sentry's eyes began to glow, doubling his energy output. "I wonder," He said with a smile that was far too large. "Just how much of my energy can you absorb?" His skin began to glow, but nevertheless his shadow remained.



Quicksilver suddenly screamed before falling to the floor, Ultron rolling his metal eyes as he picked him up. "Show off." He sighed, tapping a small button on Quicksilver's collar. He tossed him towards the Scarlet Witch. "Heal him." He said, seemingly bored. "But don't even think about turning him back on."
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The Herald of Naught watched the awakening of Hadrimmelis from afar. Such Awesome power. He shook his head. It will not be enough.

Uatu of Earth-783, the Earth that Wasn't, began to wander the Universe of Infinite Justice, learning of its differences and similarities. He sighed when he felt a fiery presence approach him.
"M'gann M'orzz." He turned towards the Phoenix of Earth-783.
"I prefer Phoenix." She laughed. "Why do you bother learning the secrets of this world, Herald?" She smirked. "You know as well as I do that you will not recall any of them for very long."
"True." He acknowledged. "Yet, that is why I learn. When I no longer know the secrets of this Universe, I will know its ultimate fate." He showed her a black mark on his arm, stained with blood that seemed to have no colour. "You questioned, when we first arrived in this Universe, how we would recall how old we were, once His power grew and more Universes were destroyed. I will make one such mark on my body for every Unmaking we live through. A good plan, no?"
The Empty Phoenix raised an ethereal eyebrow. "Fascinating. Yet, you are weak, compared to those we will encounter. You need a guardian, do you not?"
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 04, 2015 12:41 pm

Charmera wrote:---


The scowl on Akihiko's face intensified as he heard Akari's remark towards him. He knew that it was true, they were by no means supposed to free him, but they had done so anyway, and for that, he should have been very grateful towards them, but he simply didn't like how uncomfortably close Taro was getting to his secrets; they were secrets greatly prized and very well-procured, and to feel like they were about to be discovered, by a complete stranger no less, made him feel threatened. It was for that reason that he was on edge, and in his paranoia, he hadn't even considered that, perhaps, others might take offense to his constant aversion towards being called anything other than a human being. Had he known, and had he not been in an alarmed state both due to Taro's meddling and due to Kusanagi's theft, he would have quickly apologized but, sadly, that was not the case.

The next several things happened very quickly. The girl with cat ears was about to say something to him, when all of the sudden she began firing at empty space. He hadn't considered that she possessed senses greater than his, and had been about to question what the hell she was doing, when he heard a voice and Akari was sent flying away into a side room. Frowning, he looked as the two oni revealed themselves at last, mocking him and the gunslinger.

<<Fragile? I'll show you what your intestines look like!>> Akihiko growled at the two oni, before noticing Akari about to toss Kusanagi back at him. Reflexively, the young man threw away the pipe he was holding and caught Kusanagi by the hilt with ease, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the relief of being united with his prized sword once more, before looking towards the oni, noticing that Akari was already preparing for the incoming battle.

<<For once, I agree with her. You're not supposed to hit a girl, big guy.>> He said to the oni, and then focused, gripping Kusanagi with both hands.

"Kusanagi, activate! Waking World!" He called, and the sword seemed to extend in length, lightning crackling across its entire length as the blade was engulfed by viridian fire. He glared at the larger oni, ready to fight. He was very, very angry. Angry because of the discussions he had with Akari and with Taro, angry because he had been beaten and his precious sword taken from him, angry because he had been called fragile, and angry because... because they had hit a girl in front of him? Odd. The point, however, was that he could feel the fury running through his veins, empowering his own impure blood, and, now that he was reunited with Kusanagi, he had no reason to hold back while fighting, even if he couldn't release his full power at the moment. His killing intent began rolling off of him in waves, and it was likely that everyone not just in the room, but in the whole floor, would be able to feel the murderous instinct that was now taking over him.

<<Nobody touches my sword, beast. I'm going to kick your ass back to the underground!>> He shouted, before charging towards the blue oni, commanding the emerald flames surrounding Kusanagi to concentrate at the tip of the blade in order to improve his thrusting power.



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"By my deceased grandmother, I still can't process how unbelievably ugly you lot are. You look like the teletubbies mated with a mutant komodo dragon or something like that. Did your mothers love those faces of yours, or is that why you started kidnapping children?" Garnet asked mockingly as she weaved her way around the sword slashes of the oni warrior called Wind. While she did not have the awesome speed that Masami and Akari had, she had more than enough, her stern stone mask Malady granting her vastly increased agility, dexterity and reflexes, allowing her to dodge the oni's attacks with relative ease. Of course, he was faster than her, and stronger as well, so it would be a difficult fight nonetheless, but she at least wasn't in too great a danger. She would almost certainly sustain minor wounds and injuries, but those would heal, and they would heal even faster thanks to Malady, as the stone mask granted her a regenerative healing factor for as long as she wore it.

Jumping back quite a bit of distance, Garnet took out her arcane pistol, Misery, and fired off a barrage of bullets towards Wind. She doubted that they would hit their mark, as Wind was quite fast, but if even one bullet scratched him, that would begin to cause a great deal of damage to his soul, which would give her an advantage. Even if not, she wasn't in danger of running out of bullets, and she did need some space to breathe, which she had gained. The nameless sword hung at her side, the blonde woman ready to use it in case the oni warrior decided to enter melee range once again.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 04, 2015 2:38 pm

Charmera wrote:---


The voice came to the slime giants like a distant rumble, echoing through the nothingness and reaching all the way to the wild ruler who sat on the throne of ruin. Now, of course, distance and dimension had no meaning whatsoever in that place, outside the universe, outside of the place where such concepts were valid and enforced, but even then, the creatures that lived beyond had to conceptualize things in some manner, and so, as far as they were concerned, the voice came from somewhere in the distance, from a point that was neither adjacent nor in the proximity of the scrap throne.

"THIS PRESENCE... I KNOW THIS PRESENCE..."

The voice was loud, rumbling, powerful, and yet at the same, it was quiet, dull and monotonous, almost emotionless, but not quite; there seemed to be a shred of emotion in those words, something perhaps vaguely identifiable as surprise, or curiosity, or maybe concern. Or any number of things, really, as the trail was so vague and faint that it could have meant anything, but to someone who had heard this voice before, it would perhaps be clearer.

Soon, a figure came into view, looming in the distance. It appeared to be enormous, larger than Queen Xyrix herself, and yet, at the same time, if one looked with enough attention, then one would perhaps be able to see it as much smaller. More accurately, this creature was adimensional, meaning that the question of its size had no answer that could be understood in words and was thusly devoid of worth. However, it seemed to appear as far larger than any given creature who gazed upon it, as though it was asserting a superiority of sorts that for it was entirely natural, in a sense, even though the term nature had no meaning or value in that place.

"I KNOW THIS PRESENCE..." It repeated with its monotonous voice.

When it finally came into view, one could see that its body was of what appeared to be darkness, but was in fact the active negation of light, something different that only made sense there, beyond the laws of the universe that made everything purely black and white. It was, however, given life by the myriad lights inside its body. Quasars, novas and other such things seemed to be in constant movement within his body, along with dark stars and shadow light, and if one looked up, one would see a pair of hypernovas in the place where a creature's eyes would normally be. It was of roughly humanoid shape, but its head, instead of being round, appeared to end in the shape of an emperor's crown.

"XYRIX..." It called.
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Mars watched as Kiris spun around, clearly wanting their opinion on her outfit. She did look pretty, in a strange sort of way. Even though her outfit wasn't normal it did seem to suit her. He didn't know or care much about fashion, but even Mars knew that she really wanted a compliment. He wasn't that much of a jerk to ignore her. "Well.. you look pretty Kiris." Mars said awkwardly but sincerely. Talking to girls was not at all his strong suit. He much preferred machines. Rocket looked over Kiris, "You look aesthetically pleasing by human standards." He told her mechanically. Mars shook his head, "That means he thinks you look nice." Mars said to her. As they waited for Xyri Rocket turned toward ADAM's monitor, "Hello friend ADAM." Rocket said in turn to his fellow AI.

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The Starlight wrote:Previously in Renascence Eternal... And ride they did, upon the last horses of the sky. They rode underneath pale stars and planets, in the vacuum of space. A battle had been won, but the war was far from over, in fact, it was only in its beginning stages. Their foe had fled, but the Valkas were not inclined to let her do so, the momentum shifting to their court. And they would not be denied.


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Renascence Eternal
- Ride of the Valkas


Their ride, their chase, seemed to be eternal. At times the Pegasii caught up the flying woman, who twisted and turned. At times the Valkas were close enough to clash their swords against her sword, which had seemingly rebuilt itself. For days, the Valkas rode, their wrath unabated, racing under stars unknown and planets unnamed, yearning, seeking, hoping to be able to catch this mysterious woman. But they were never close enough for long enough to seize the opportunity and then at last, a dark, murky portal opened before the woman and disappeared, closing before the Valkas could dive into it.

They looked at each other, angry at themselves for letting their foe escape. Right now, she could be anywhere in the universe, wrecking all kinds of havoc. And that, they could not allow to happen. Valka Silverhand felt a sort of responsibility over the woman. She had first appeared in Asgard, and Asgard had failed to take care of the problem. It was their problem, and thus, they had to be the ones to solve it, specifically Valka. They could not let her escape, and so, the hunt began.

They began with the closest worlds, Valka extending out the ValkaForce to sense her, though she did not tell her younger self this. Their timeline had to be preserved, and if the younger Valka became aware that she would become All-Mother of Asgard, but of their futures might chang, potentially irreversible. That was not something she could allow. When their search of the nearby planets revealed nothing, they expanded their impossible search, Valka calling in some favors with their alien allies during the Builder War, allowing them to search the Kree and Sh'iar Empires. But all looked quizzically at them when they asked of a women clad in tri-colored armor.

Several months after they had had begun their fruitless search, Valka the Fiery and Valka Silverhand laid on their backs, gazing at the stars above, a fire of their own creation flickering behind them. The young Valka slowly turned her gaze to Silverhand. "How is it like, thy, our future?" The All-Mother sighed contently at the warmth of the fire, and then replied. "Midgard is no longer the planet filled with helpless beings. Our beloved Vikings to them are long past history, belonging more in tales of history and legend than in modern conversation. Midgard has its own heroes, its own defenders, heroes powerful to defend their world and the universe. It has been a great honor to observe them. You will see fire and ash, you will stand on battefields and in throne rooms, you shall be revered, honored, hated by some. You will fall, and then you will rise. And oh, the epic feats that you shall commit," Valka smiled reminiscently, remembering her battle with Dallen, with Diana, that epic duel with Zeus which she had won by sheer willpower and not strength, headbutting Galactus, defeating Darkseid and Highfather. And then, there was perhaps her finest moment so far, in the last chapter of the Builder War, when all hope seemed lost, and the universe was doomed in the eyes of most. She looked up at the sky, and smiled, "You will live a adventurous, even glorious, one might say, life. Treasure it. Do not fret about the future, young Valka, for your story is just beginning. And it will span millenia." Valka finished softly. "Rest now, and I will think on where our target is."

"Asgardians do not need slee-" the young Valka protested.

"I know. Yet, I have found that resting, or remaining in a contemplative, relaxed state can facilitate ideas." An hour later, Valka smacked herself, the young Valka stirring from her slumber. "What have ye found?" she asked.
"You would not know it, but in this time, Midgard is literally the center of our multiverse. Many cosmic events begin, take place and end there. We've been searching the universe when she's literally been only a world away. Come, Fiery, let us ride!" And so, the ride of the Valkas began anew, the Pegasi's strength and swiftness renewed. Their mighty wings flapped in the blackness of space, lit only by the glimmering stars all around. Those stars reflected off their helmets, and so they shined with a glorious light, so that all that beheld them wondered at the sight. Several hours later, they sat astrode their horses, Valka receiving telepathic messages from nearly every Earth Pantheon. She most likely had not been able to receive them as she had been so far away, and she berated herself for not the first time. "Oh no," she whispered.

"Why is it that I am always asking 'What is it?'" the younger Valka asked. "Nearly every single Earth Pantheon has come under attack from this woman, dark, intangible beings and the armies of their respective hells." was the reply.

"The Olympians, the Mayan, Aztec, Japanese, Hindu, Celtic, Egyptian and Inca Pantheons. Each one has been undergoing a Ragnarok of its own, and while most of the pantheons have prophetic end time events like those of Asgard, none come close to the scope of Asgard. They may even be trapped as Asgard is, in a repeating cycle of Ragnaroks. And before you ask how I know this, I am the Asgardian representative to the Council of Godheads currently. I'm telling you this because I doubt that it is of enough significance to disrupt time. Realize that there are things that you cannot not know."

Valka the Fiery grumbled but nodded. "So, who shall be the first to receive our aid?" she asked, her fingers dancing upon the hilt of Oathbringer. "The Greeks, I should think," was the reply. "They are our firmest allies and Athena and I, you two have not met, is a good friend." Valka said, patting her Salvistar, who tossed his hair and descended towards Olympus. The two of them flew over the broken gates of the great city of the Greek Gods, a literal horde of monsters, undead and other beasts surrounded the throne room. Their approach from above did not go unoticed, and bent bows were turned to the sky and released. The Valkas lifting up hands to deflect them, were surprised when the arrows continued on their trajectories, the two of them quickly concluding to their disgust that the arrows were made of bone. And so, they fled, the besieged Olympians opening the door of the throne room and then shutting them quickly, the Silverhand glancing up at the giant doors, hearing the banging of arrows and swords upon it.

She turned her attention to Athena, who rose from the centermost throne to greet them. "Valka! It gladdens us all to see you. Our best attempts of contacting you before met with little success. I had hoped that you would bring all of Asgard, though. But who is this?" she asked, turning her attention to the masked, younger Valka.

"That was because I was very, very far away, my friend. I am guessing that you have been besieged, and perhaps even killed several times?" she asked, a nod coming in reply from Athena. "Then it is as I feared. She has come here also. Ragnarok comes upon all of Midgard's pantheons. Asgard is under siege, as you are. Stuck in a never-ending loop of Ragnaroks. I was killed six times by a mysterious woman, Athena, six! Her armor is of three-colored, and she speaks as if she were more than one. Have you all beheld her?" Valka asked.

"Indeed we have. But there is more. Warriors of shadow, intangible have assailed us, Valka. With all my knowledge, I know of none who could do this but Gorr, and that vile God-Butcher is dead."

"And as for my companion, Athena, well, I'm sure that you will be able to figure that out in time. I trust her more than any other, and the woman fled before the two of us when she beheld our wrath. I am confident that we shall be able."

Athena's sharp, grey eyes widened. "No...You did not?!" she exclaimed.

"Oh yes I did," replied the All-Mother with a growing smile.

The Greek Skymother's laughter rang throughout the throne room, realizing that Valka had brought a younger version of her self back. The aforementioned Valka looked around, a bit tired of all the chatter. "Greeks. I prefer my Vikings. And where's the almighty Zeus that Odin loves to drink with?" she asked, looking around. The Skymothers looked at each other and chuckled again, remembering how Valka had fought with Zeus and cast him down, not responding to the younger Valka's growing queries.

"That is also something, I cannot tell you, I am afraid," replied Valka once she had regained her composure. Her face frowned as the hubbub outside grew to silence. "They are coming." she said, arraying herself with her battlearmor, a hand on her hilt. Athena turned to the Olympians, issuing some last commands. The Gods raised themselves from their thrones, while the Amazons and demigods stood ready, Valka SIlverhand pressing an ear to the door, grinning. For she heard the pounding of charging footsteps, an odd thing to be grinning at, but this door was at least twenty feet tall, completely comprised of metal. And at the signal of Athena, both Valkas threw their hands out, exerting their will upon the twin doors, which creaked and then tore from their hinges, slamming into the onrushing army, halting their charge. Both Valkas drew their swords simultameously as if it had been scripted, and Athena raised her spear. "OLYMPUS! CHARGE!!!"

And she rushed forth, spear held steady, the Goddess of the Sky and Strategy leaping over the twin doors, her spear flashing. Valka the Fiery took off next, yelling to the rest of them, "What are thou waiting for!" And the small force of Olympians, demigods and Amazons charged as well, rushing to their queen.

Finally, Valka Silverhand stood alone, summoning the largest sword that she could hold in one had, the shorter Oathbringer sheathed. And not breaking into a run at all, she leaped, this powerful bound of her legs bringing her high into the air, Valka holding the giant sword with two hands, bringing it down on 10 monsters. Then, landing in the midst, she lifted the sword above her head, and spun it, literally becoming a revolving circle of death, the giant sword flashing, knocking dozens of foes with one blow. And when her head neared dizziness, she halted, Oathbringer flying to her hand, drawing itself out of its sheath, Valka grabbing it with one hand, throwing the giant sword like a spear with the other. Now, armed only with Oathbringer, she was rushed by two monsters, Valka deflecting their two thrusts with a backhand, quickly switched to a lightning forehand slice, the All-Mother moving on as her two foes toppled slowly to the ground. Blocking two more attempts to skewer her, the uru-handed Queen bent her legs and leaped once again, bringing her sword down into the ground, sending an energy blast through the ground, felling many more. She stood up from her crouched position slowly, her flashing eyes daring any more to challenge her.

Soon enough, the younger Valka joined her, the two of them standing back to back, the younger Valka jokingly throwing a complaint over her shoulder. "Since when can Oathbringer do that?!" she asked. "Since I gave it an upgrade," the Silverhand replied, chucking her sword and watching it doing her work for her. "No fair," was the grumbled response, the Fiery Valka setting her Oathbringer ablaze in an attempt to compensate.

The battle raged on for many days, but in the end, Olympus was victorious, and so, the Valkas, and all the soldiers that Olympus could spare went forth, to stop the other Ragnaroks taking place. In each battle they beheld these warriors of shadow in greater and greater numbers, and it took 10 swords charged with magical energy and fire to fell just one of them. But after several months of constant battle all over the globe, the gods of Midgard were united. The Valkas stood upon the sands of Egypt, with the great pyramids at their backs. Beside them was the Council of God-heads in all its might, with every single member of every pantheon assembled with them. Before them all were the ragged remains of the various armies that they had defeated, with the woman at their head.

The All-Mother of Asgard stepped forward with Ra, drawing a line in the sand with Oathbringer. "Challenge us. I dare you." she said, her eyes sparking with the ValkaForce. And the woman turned and fled before them, the monster army doing the same, the gods of death and hell taking their undead in retreat, knowing that they could not win. Later, inside the pyramids, where Ra had proclaimed a feast of the Pantheons to celebrate, Valka Silverhand stood, not partaking in the feast. She looked upon the flickering, dancing flames even as the Muses sang with Apollo. Athena and Diana approached her, Valka, sensing their presence, spoke. "We should have ended it here, today."

"Perhaps. But we had not the strength, not after our constant battles. You, perhaps," Athena said. "I have not seen you use the Valkaforce once," Diana nodding in agreement. "Nay," was the All-Mother's soft reply, her eyes flying to the laughing, young Valka.

Diana and Athena looked at each other, the former laying a light shoulder on Valka's shoulder. "You seem to carry a great burden, my friend, but you need not carry it alone. Let us go with you."

She shook her head solemnly. "I wish it could be so, my friends, but this is a ride I feel that I must complete alone. For good or ill, no matter what comes of it. And I think I know where to go next," she said, turning and glancing at Athena. The grey-eyed Goddess studied her friend carefully, speaking in a whisper. "Those Who Sit Above in Shadow," a paleness growing over the area.

"Indeed. The continued Ragnaroks, it must be connected to them so how. I tell you two so that if I, yes, if I fall, you will know where I went."

"You will be putting your hand into the wolf's maw.." Diana trailed off. "Fare thee well, Valka Silverhand," Athena echoing the statement. Valka, bowing and placing on a hand on their cheeks, slipped out, looking out at the high, luminescent moon upon the waving dunes of sand. "You'll not lose me so easily," said a voice behind her, Valka turning to see her younger self. The All-Mother found a smile on her lips. "Our journey is not yet complete, but perhaps we draw near," she said, mounting Salvistar.

"Where do we ride?" asked Valka the Fiery, shaking her golden hair in the breeze. The reply was slow, and soft, with a hint of trepidation. "Into darkness and shadow. Stay close." And the two of them rode once more, with golden Egypt at their backs. Athena watched them rise into the distance from the peak of the pyramid, turning when she could behold them no longer. "It's been awhile since I had some Egyptian food..."

The Valkas, having halted on a island to rest for the night, awoke at dawn, and rode, without a word to each other. Valka led the way, remembering the directions from Thor, passing Asgard and three worlds before they came upon it. It was dark, a piece of an island hanging in space. They entered the dark cavern and then left their horses, who would go no further. Valka the Fiery looked worriedly behind them, jumping at a the sound of a crack, which came from below her foot. "What was that?!" she whispered urgently towards her older self.

"A skull. Stay close," Valka replied, lighting her hand ablaze to light the way, the young Valka quickly doing the same. And so, they made their way through the cavern system, wincing at every crack their boots made upon the dead lying in eternal rest, below. The air was musky and foul, and strange carvings were upon the walls, in old languages that neither of them could read. At last they came to a small stone door, the All-Mother placing it upon it, crumbling it to dust. And she strode forward, her face not betraying the fear she felt within, the younger Valka cautiously following.

The door behind them immediately renewed itself and slammed itself shut. In front of them were five great, black thrones, terrible to look upon. But the Valkas held their gaze, the elder waiting, waiting to see if her suspicions were correct.

"You were foolish to come here, little Asgardians. Very foolish."

Upon the center throne was a small figure, who, with closer examination was the woman that they had chased and battled for so long. From her body, 4 shadows emanated, sitting upon their individual thrones. "We are thy Gods. We are Those Who Sit Above in Shadows. For millenniums, we have fed upon thy Ragnarok cycle and were satisfied. But we grew dissastified. And an opportunity presented itself. You who proclaim yourselves as Gods, not just the Asgardians, but those who are of Olympus and Egypt and all the others. And so, we grew the myths of the end, as wheat. And now, the harvest is ready. Thy friend of thunder had thought that he had doomed us, but as long as there are gods...we shall feed. We will be victorious. This one," they said, pointing to the woman, "slew us. Or so she thought. And so we took her as thrall and host. But our feeding is not done. There are worlds, many worlds, full of gods. And we would feed upon them all."

Valka Silverhand listened with growing annoyance. "ENOUGH!" she boomed with a loud voice of her own, summoning Gungnir and slamming it into the ground, letting loose a blast of the Valkaforce, ignoring the gasp of the young Valka behind her. "The gods decide their own fate. We forge our own paths. Thus it has been, and thus it will be for all eternity. This ends here!" she shouted, tossing up Gungnir into the air and hurling it at the woman at a speed faster than light itself. The woman's arm shot up in a flash, grabbing the spear a centimeter away from her forehead.

Valka's mouth dropped. "Impossible! You cannot be worthy! You cannot!"

A booming chuckle rose up from the Gods of Gods."INCORRECT. But you are right in one thing, puny god, this will end here!" And the armored woman, twirling the spear so that the point was facing the Valkas, threw it at a speed faster than what Valka had done. And the Silverhand knew that her name was upon it. But she was pushed aside, all of a sudden, the young Valka throwing herself in the way, Gungnir shearing through her collarbone. She gritted her teeth, the Silverhand rushing to her side, pulling the spear out and casting it aside. A hand glowing gold quickly descended upon the wound, but to no avail, and Valka Silverhand frowned as she was unable to heal it.

The young Valka gasped, and focused her eyes on her older counterpart. "You..never told me that you were All-Mother." she gasped out, glaring at the spear. Valka chuckled softly, but grew serious. "This wound is beyond my power to heal, and its effects are spreading," a blackness starting to spread from the gaping hole in the young Valka. "Odin will be able to do so." she said, opening a portal for the young Valka, which would lead back to her time. Pressing a hand to her head, Valka erased the memory of all their adventures from her young self, and then lifted her up. "Go!" she cried, Oathbringer and Gungnir flying to hand, the All-Mother turning to discover the Great Old Gods advancing upon them.

"I can help you!" Valka the Fiery cried out, attempting to draw her sword. She now had no idea of whom she was talking to, or where she were, and the elder Valka smiled at her younger self. "You cannot help me here, I am afraid. Run! And tell none of this!" she hissed out, leaping aside to avoid a huge shadowy sword. The younger Valka nodded and backed into the portal, which quickly enveloped her and deposited her to her own time.

And so it was, that Valka Silverhand, All-Mother of Asgard stood alone against Those Who Sit Above In Shadow, the Gods of the gods. For once, upon this ground, here was a battle that she could not win. A dark path would await her, no matter where she turned. The ride of the Valkas had ceased. And so Valka, the Eternal, steeled her heart and raised her sword, and prepared to die.
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Illica Falki wrote:Eva reacts just quick enough to roll away from the kick, stopping safely on the landing below them. She unsheathes her sword, and holds it up towards Owlman, "You guy's haven't exactly given me a good reason to stay", She tries to sound confident and strong, but she is clearly startled at the figure. Further supporting that, she quickly looks around for a way out of this fight. She knows she can't win a one on one against Owlman. "In fact, I'll be going now" She says, before jumping down to the next landing, activating her energy shield and holding it up to block whatever his response is. Before he can jump down to her level, she rushes through the door on the landing, into the offices just below the penthouse. She quickly closes the door behind her, and starts loading her crossbow to attack him when her breaks through the door, stopping so she can quickly run away again should this plan not work.

Nearly following her, Owlman narrowed his eyes when he watched her break down the door. Calmly rising, he walked back into the room above her, setting a small explosive charge above her heat signature. He casually walked down the stairs and to the door of the next landing, standing to the right of the door and knocking on it. "Ready to give up yet, girl?" He called before tapping a small button on his metallic gauntlet, setting off the charge.

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Antibios stuck out his hands and grabbed sentrys hands absorbing the energy off of them. his mouth and eyes now glowing gold instead of the normal red he laughed his cold metallic laugh as he began to absorb sentrys power as well. Speaking directly to the golden man Antibios said "Everytime one of you strikes me with energy, I grow stronger, with every punch I land you grow weaker. for every second I hold onto you..." Antibios fired his left ion beam onto sentrys hand before crushing the right in a gravity grip "... you come one step closer to dying. Tell me about your universe, about it's land. I want to know about the place I just destroyed. not the whole universe of course. Just the version of the sun. so tell me about it." While he said this Antibios charged up one of the blasts Manifest had used on him earlier and aimed it straight at sentry gut, setting it to fire if sentry tried to escape.

Sentry tilted his head slightly at what AntiBIOS had to say. Then, he began to laugh. The ion beam did not even leave a mark, and when he tried to crush his hand, the Sentry was nearly unaffected. "You?" He smirked. "You expect me to believe that someone as weak as you destroyed our world?" He laughed wildly. His shadow began to flicker and move its head independently, as though struggling to get free. Meanwhile, Sentry's eyes began to glow, doubling his energy output. "I wonder," He said with a smile that was far too large. "Just how much of my energy can you absorb?" His skin began to glow, but nevertheless his shadow remained.



Quicksilver suddenly screamed before falling to the floor, Ultron rolling his metal eyes as he picked him up. "Show off." He sighed, tapping a small button on Quicksilver's collar. He tossed him towards the Scarlet Witch. "Heal him." He said, seemingly bored. "But don't even think about turning him back on."



Letting go of Sentry, his entire body now blazing gold, AntiBios replied "Yes me, I destroyed your world. My specialty is absorbing power as I'm sure you have guessed. I'm made of a Solarium-Uru alloy, strong enough to stay solid even on the surface of the sun. it was an easy matter to absorb your star. Not to mention grabbing your dimensions coordinates. Now lets see here..." AntiBios opened up one of his gravity modules and took one of two small vials of black liquid out of it. Taking a small device he had nabbed from starks lab and activating his ankles gravity so he wouldn't be sucked up "one vial of Density serum, planted on this personal teleporter prototype, which is set to go to your dimension, should be enough to suck even the fastest of the speedsters to wherever I need it." Activating the device and using the density serum to attach it to sentry's shirt Antibios took off in a frictionless bubble trying to get as far away as possible before the 3 second timer went off. hopefully the resulting vortex would suck sentry in then collapse on itself.
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Postby Illica Falki » Sun Oct 04, 2015 7:49 pm

The Silhouette of Adventure wrote:*snip*

The shipment arrived several hours prior to the arrival of the police scouts arriving at the dock, enough time that the place was mostly cleared, the only indicator that the dock was used by the gunrunners was that the boat was still there, and a gift was left by the Nightraven for the cops. In a small unopened crate, she wired a grenade to the lid so the pin would be pulled upon the police opening the crate. Just to add a bit of flare, she left a bunch of Raven feathers on top of the crate.
Meanwhile one of the undercover cops arriving at the storehouse arrives just in time to see the transport van leave the area, seemingly not noticing the cops. Nightraven, who steps out later, seems to instantly pick out the undercover police casing the storehouse. Nightraven meanwhile was just leaving through another exit on the other side of the building when one of the gang members called her. "There's a Car outside, looks like Police, They probably know this is the drop" the goon says, before immediately hanging up, not giving her time to even respond. Nightravens only response is to sigh, before heading back in and sneaking into an over-watch location to find the car the gangsters were talking about. It's not that hard to spot, and she quickly takes aim with her sniper rifle to shoot the cop should they pick up their radio or otherwise try to notify their superiors.
Technically she could just leave, her contract was to guard the weapon shipment until it arrived in Gotham, which it has, she just didn't want Cobblepot to throw out her contract because the weapons were captured before they could be used by his gang.
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Tomia wrote:---


Kirisvala heard what both Mars and Rocket said, and though she was quite happy, she was also a bit flustered, her cheeks tinged by a crimson hue as she received the compliments. In a way she did get what she wanted, as she had been looking for approval and praise, but, the truth was that she sought such things for her outfit, and had assumed that that was what she would get. Thus, receiving them for herself was something unexpected, though it still made her very happy; arguably more so than what she had wanted at first. "Thanks! I'm glad you think that way!" She said hastily, clasping her oversized claws in front of her and bowing momentarily before heading to another of the bean bag chairs and quickly plopping down on it, pulling her red hat down as if to hide her face and, more specifically, her blush, though she was unable to wipe the wide, blissful smile from her face.

ADAM, meanwhile, said nothing more and simply waited in silence. When Xyri arrived, it would begin debriefing the Young Bloods on the two available missions.
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Postby Charmera » Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:06 pm

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Tomia wrote:---


Kirisvala heard what both Mars and Rocket said, and though she was quite happy, she was also a bit flustered, her cheeks tinged by a crimson hue as she received the compliments. In a way she did get what she wanted, as she had been looking for approval and praise, but, the truth was that she sought such things for her outfit, and had assumed that that was what she would get. Thus, receiving them for herself was something unexpected, though it still made her very happy; arguably more so than what she had wanted at first. "Thanks! I'm glad you think that way!" She said hastily, clasping her oversized claws in front of her and bowing momentarily before heading to another of the bean bag chairs and quickly plopping down on it, pulling her red hat down as if to hide her face and, more specifically, her blush, though she was unable to wipe the wide, blissful smile from her face.

ADAM, meanwhile, said nothing more and simply waited in silence. When Xyri arrived, it would begin debriefing the Young Bloods on the two available missions.

Xyri walked into the room. The most striking thing about her being her own new outfit. The nine foot tall slime girl had decided to wear a light blue skin tight whole body covering, though before it had been a red hoodie, before that a mechanical suit of some kind and before that something that she wore plainclothes. She never really seemed satisfied with the colour, the style or the suit itself, muttering it wasn’t “human” enough. Though she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted herself.

“Hi guys.” She spoke, smiling. “Sorry i was late… I was having…umm… a bad dream.” She wasn’t sure how else to explain it.

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Charmera wrote:---


The voice came to the slime giants like a distant rumble, echoing through the nothingness and reaching all the way to the wild ruler who sat on the throne of ruin. Now, of course, distance and dimension had no meaning whatsoever in that place, outside the universe, outside of the place where such concepts were valid and enforced, but even then, the creatures that lived beyond had to conceptualize things in some manner, and so, as far as they were concerned, the voice came from somewhere in the distance, from a point that was neither adjacent nor in the proximity of the scrap throne.

"THIS PRESENCE... I KNOW THIS PRESENCE..."

The voice was loud, rumbling, powerful, and yet at the same, it was quiet, dull and monotonous, almost emotionless, but not quite; there seemed to be a shred of emotion in those words, something perhaps vaguely identifiable as surprise, or curiosity, or maybe concern. Or any number of things, really, as the trail was so vague and faint that it could have meant anything, but to someone who had heard this voice before, it would perhaps be clearer.

Soon, a figure came into view, looming in the distance. It appeared to be enormous, larger than Queen Xyrix herself, and yet, at the same time, if one looked with enough attention, then one would perhaps be able to see it as much smaller. More accurately, this creature was adimensional, meaning that the question of its size had no answer that could be understood in words and was thusly devoid of worth. However, it seemed to appear as far larger than any given creature who gazed upon it, as though it was asserting a superiority of sorts that for it was entirely natural, in a sense, even though the term nature had no meaning or value in that place.

"I KNOW THIS PRESENCE..." It repeated with its monotonous voice.

When it finally came into view, one could see that its body was of what appeared to be darkness, but was in fact the active negation of light, something different that only made sense there, beyond the laws of the universe that made everything purely black and white. It was, however, given life by the myriad lights inside its body. Quasars, novas and other such things seemed to be in constant movement within his body, along with dark stars and shadow light, and if one looked up, one would see a pair of hypernovas in the place where a creature's eyes would normally be. It was of roughly humanoid shape, but its head, instead of being round, appeared to end in the shape of an emperor's crown.

"XYRIX..." It called.

Xyrix smiled. “Father.” She spoke. She crossed her legs, leaning back in her throne. She was careful not to lean back too hard, less she annihilate the throne or warp it. It was a work of art she was quite proud of. She stretched slightly. “Well, what brings you to our camp?” Asked the Xyrixma, indicating with her hand the many of her followers around her, talking, eating and sparring. Some were small, only country, continent or city size. The Kaiju sized Xyrixma weren’t even visible. Then there were a few larger than Xyrix herself, wrestling or playing games with objects larger than planets.

Xyrix didn’t even seem concerned that her father seemed bigger than her. Xyrixma tended to dislike it when there is another bigger than themselves, and tend to either consume or unleash their repressed size till they outsized the thing challenging them. Not Xyrix. She radiated calm and control.

“Don’t tell me this is just a cordial visit. You don’t do those kinds of things…”
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Taro's hackles rose a little in frustration towards the petty human as he seemed to prefer being known. But soon after he heard Akari's rebuke of the rescued person the Oni appeared. Taro chuckled when Garnet spoke of their hideous appearance despite the gravity of the situation. He grasped his blade with his own impressive muscled arms. The blade rested calmly in his hand before he darted forwards to the Oni named Frost.
"You'll regret leaving your armour at home soon enough demon."
He said with an unnerving chuckle as his tails began to absorb the light from around them. He slashed, clawed and bit at an alarming speed, but the Oni was not to fall as easily as the usual fodder he fought. He felt his jaws about to close around her neck before her spiked club wedged itself between his gnashing teeth, causing him to reel back in pain. A savage growl ushered from Taro as he prepared for another clash. He glanced around briefly, his allies were holding their own thankfully, meaning for the time being he could deal with his prey alone. He stood a distance away from his foes, wiping blood from his snout as he glared at the Oni.
"Time you saw what a real demon looks like . . . "
Taro murmured as his fourth tail began to emanate darkness. He drew in a deep breath and his dark fur became totally black as he merged with his own shadow. He stood before the Oni as a black morass of shadows that only vaguely resembled Taro. His eyes glimmered with an absolute darkness that was deeper than any shadow. His teeth could barely be seen against the black backdrop of his shadowy maw, but now they were far more dangerous than before. He swooped forwards, his claws extending out to slash at the demon long before the rest of him approached her. He dodged a few of her mace strikes, retaliating with a slash of his own weapon which now shimmered with the absence of light, like raven feathers, as it sliced into the Oni's arm, leaving a jagged, painful laceration. Her retaliation struck him across the shoulder passing through with slight resistance. He felt the pain as his form was disrupted slightly around the weapon. Taro allowed his form to collapse into a two dimensional shadow as he darted for his foes shadow.
"Your very shadow is my weapon fool!" He replied in a dry, raspy voice that sounded like glass being scratched. His flat, shadowy claws dug into the Oni's shadow, causing mysterious black lacerations to form where the claws dug deep into her shadow.

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Postby The Republic of Atria » Mon Oct 05, 2015 7:47 am

Orion smashed his way through the rubble of the mountain. It was rare that he got to fight someone that could actually cause damage to him. "Alright mortal, you wanna play with the big boys-" He looked up to see the angry man smash him through the crust of the planet and into a cavern well beneath the surface. Xander was blasting him and hitting him hard enough that if it weren't for the fact that the city of New Genesis was a floating city, it would be feeling the reverberations not too dissimilar to an 8.0 earthquake.

Naja however, due to her prison being on the ground, felt it. "Jesus Christ, Xander's gonna fucking kill him. I gotta get out of here..." She said and frantically looked for a way out. She couldn't just fly out. The energy dampeners wold slam her right back in. Until she got an idea.

Meanwhile, Orion wasn't fairing too well against Xander. The people of the city watched the holy in the ground. Flashes of bright light and sounds of fighting went along with the rumbling of the world. They were sure Orion was knocking some sense into the mortal, until his body flew out of a different section of the ground and landed in the city. Orion looked quite injured. His helmet was gone, his face covered in burns, gashes, and bruises from Xander. Who flew up to the city with some bruises, cuts, and damage to his costume. "Gonna tell you right now. Your ribs are all over the place. And I'm pretty sure I broke your legs in three places each. Not to mention the skull fracture. Tell me where she is, and I won't beat you to death right here."

Orion spat out blood, but still had the grin of a warrior. "Mortal. You're stronger than you look. I'll give you that. Vicious too. Usually you colorful costumed ones are the nice ones."

"It's like you want me to throw you into the nearest star..."

"Nah. I underestimated you. But you're still in over your head."

"Tough talk from someone who's about to lose higher brain function..."

"Look up human." Orion said, and Xander complied to humor him. Then he got the same treatment he gave Orion. That is to say a human sized bullet smacking into him at many times the speed of sound. "Yeah, that's gonna hurt..." Whether he was referring to his own injuries or Xander having to deal with that... Was open to interpretation.

It was none other than the Infinity Man. "Calm down mortal. We wish no harm upon you." Xander responded by blasting the orange man with beams from his eyes. It staggered him a bit but no real damage was caused. "Optic blasts? You kind is not the first to possess that ability." Infinity man replied and blasted Xander right back, but unlike Xander's fight with Orion, whom Xander grossly outclassed. The Infinity Man was easily on the same level as him. "If that's how you want it. I can take it as well as I can give it."

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Postby Illica Falki » Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:56 am

The Silhouette of Adventure wrote:*snip*

After noticing that Owlman is taking a while to come through a door, Eva started moving just as Owlman attacked with his bomb. She manged to get her shield up to block the brunt of the jagged, collapsing ceiling, although she is still left stunned from the explosion. She Recovers after a few moments, and pushes a large chunk of the rubble off her, She's a little cut up, but other than that she is mostly unscathed. 'I think I'll be keeping this with me' She thinks to herself, holding the shield up towards the door, ready for Owlman.
"Well now that you've dropped the roof on me, I don't think there's much else you could throw at me." She shouts out, actually sounding confident. She has a plan, one that is probably going to work.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Mon Oct 05, 2015 4:11 pm

The Silhouette of Adventure wrote:---


Eternal Night continued to observe the distant planet of azure oceans, grey cities and ochre lands, still sitting on the rocky surface of the moon, which sported several craters that she hadn't quite been aware of the last time she had been there; then again, perhaps the moon of this universe had suffered more asteroid impacts than the moon of her own? She was not sure, but simply regarded the issue with a mental shrug, assuming that whatever it had been, it was nothing important. Clearly, she didn't suspect the truth behind said impact craters, and she didn't care enough to find out about them.

What did pique her interest was when she looked elsewhere and saw, in the distance, two beings of tremendous power. One of them was a figure very similar to one she already knew, a creature called the Watcher. The other was a burning silhouette and little more, but the presence that she felt within was unmistakable. The two of them seemed to be looking for something, and, with her curiosity roused and nothing else to do, Eternal Night decided that she would head off to talk to them. If something went wron, she could always turn completely untouchable, but she doubted that would be necessary.

Mounting Horizon, who was still beside her, Eternal Night rode off to meet the strangers.



Charmera wrote:---


"I WAS MARCHING..."

The reply was short, the voice remained unchanged from its powerful yet dull quality, and the expression in the crowned being's twin hypernovas did not seem to shift, if an expression could be even said to exist in them, but it was clear that there was a hanging shred of a positive thought, somewhere in there.

"Marching" was a word that, for one such as he, meant the impending destruction of one or more verses.

"AND I FELT YOUR PRESENCE..." The creature continued. It did not even turn to look at the other Xyrixma gathered there, though it was obvious that he had felt them as well, even if their presence was not the one that had drawn him to that place.

"YOU LOOK WELL FED..." The being stated as he approached some more. Among the starving Nilkin, that was one of the signs that one still retained their health. He extended one of his massive arms towards Xyrix, but, just before touching her, the adimensional being's hand adopted the right size to pat her head. The motions were mechanical, dull and not entirely comfortable, but they were performed nonetheless.
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Postby The Republic of Atria » Mon Oct 05, 2015 4:44 pm

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Otis ran. No holds barred sprinting across the states while his psychotic mother chased him the entire way. Luckily for him she was new to the whole lantern thing and her accuracy was terrible. "What the hell is the MATTER with you?! I got you off the drugs and booze! How am I the BAD guy here?!" He demanded after jumping to the side to avoid getting blasted.

"You ruined my life! I didn't even want you! Your father did!"

"Sounds like a personal problem. You're my mother and I still love you! Stop being crazy for a few minutes so we can talk!" He said trying to get her to stop trying to kill him. "I know it was harsh! But I did it because I didn't want you to go out like dad! I did it because you're my mother and I want you to be happy for once! It's been nearly 15 years! Move on!"

"I'll be happy once you're dead! You've been a pain in the ass from day one!"

"Now, I'm starting to think you're mad at me. Wanna talk it out?" He sneered back at her while running backwards on an empty road in the middle of the Arizona desert. She obviously wasn't going to relent anytime soon. So he fell back on the one thing he could do: letting her burn herself out. Her aim was terrible so it wasn't terribly difficult. "You're as mad as your aim is bad!" He laughed. "It even rhymes!" All Maria could do was scream and shout at the boy as he moved out of the way before she could hit him with anything. "Come on. You can do it! I'm just your worthless kid, remember?"

Otis was just infuriating her even more. Though because she was so angry, it was even harder to focus on aiming. With Otis being able to react much faster than her, it was difficult. "Hold still you stupid freak! What the hell even are you?!"

"A badass? A sexy one." He said sidestepping her as she tried to lunge at him. "Good lord. I see why you never resorted to beating me. You stink at this. I would have kicked your ass so hard it wouldn't even be funny!" That was the straw the broke the camel's back. Maria let out and explosion of pure rage that knocked Otis to the ground ans scraped up his left leg pretty bad. "Yeah..." He groaned. "Think I went to far." Flipping himself on his back, he saw a giant blade meant to slice him in half. He was quick enough to get out of the way, but it gashed his other leg. "FUCK!" He swore as his mother approached him.

"This is gonna be fun. I've waited so long for this..." She said and got just a bit to close to Otis who kicked her in the stomach as hard as he could. Her shields withstood most of the blow, but it was enough to knock the wind out of her. Otis scrambled to his feet and limped as fast as he could to get away from the woman. Upon looking back to see her recovering, he tripped. He looked to see what he tripped over, and he couldn't believe his eyes. "Oh god... Please Mister Magic hammer. I could really use some backup..." He said and grabbed the handle and lifted with off of his might. The hammer tore out of the ground and lightning from the sky shot down onto it and healed his wounds.

The power he felt was nothing short of god-like. "This... This is Thor's hammer... I don't know what the hell it's doing all the way out here, but holy shit, I'm not gonna complain." He said. "Alright mom. I tried being nice. I don't want to hurt you. But you're crazy. So hopefully you'll stop soon because this is gonna hurt me a lot more than it's gonna hurt you..."

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Postby The Silhouette of Adventure » Mon Oct 05, 2015 9:23 pm

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The Silhouette of Adventure wrote:---


Eternal Night continued to observe the distant planet of azure oceans, grey cities and ochre lands, still sitting on the rocky surface of the moon, which sported several craters that she hadn't quite been aware of the last time she had been there; then again, perhaps the moon of this universe had suffered more asteroid impacts than the moon of her own? She was not sure, but simply regarded the issue with a mental shrug, assuming that whatever it had been, it was nothing important. Clearly, she didn't suspect the truth behind said impact craters, and she didn't care enough to find out about them.

What did pique her interest was when she looked elsewhere and saw, in the distance, two beings of tremendous power. One of them was a figure very similar to one she already knew, a creature called the Watcher. The other was a burning silhouette and little more, but the presence that she felt within was unmistakable. The two of them seemed to be looking for something, and, with her curiosity roused and nothing else to do, Eternal Night decided that she would head off to talk to them. If something went wrong, she could always turn completely untouchable, but she doubted that would be necessary.

Mounting Horizon, who was still beside her, Eternal Night rode off to meet the strangers.

The Empty Phoenix narrowed her eyes as the Eternal Night approached her. "Who are you, Stranger?" The Empty Phoenix's eyes began to flare white. "There is something off about this one, Herald."
The Herald of Naught watched Eternal Night in silence for a moment before slowly nodding his head. "She is a creature of Darkness, and yet not. Leave her be for now. I wish to speak to her."
The Empty Phoenix looked sharply at the Herald before sighing. "Your obsession, Herald, will get us killed long before True Oblivion."
The Herald's mouth suggested the barest hints of a smile. "Perhaps."
The Phoenix simply rolled her eyes, and the two of them once more turned towards the Eternal Night. Their voices were... Strange. Off, somehow- As though they were not quite there.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Mon Oct 05, 2015 10:49 pm

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Eternal Night rode up to the Herald of Naught and the Empty Phoenix atop Horizon, forcing the Phantom Horse to slow down as they approached, grinding to a halt in front of the two figures just in time to hear the Martian host of the Phoenix address her, seemingly irritated or otherwise cautious about her presence. The masked woman would have made an attempt to reply to her question, but she knew that there was more to them, and soon her suspicions were confirmed as they began talking to each other, with ethereal voices that seemed so very contingent, so common and yet so out of place. She couldn't avoid smiling to herself as she was called a creature of darkness. Perhaps that was what she had become after the pact she had made with the Autarch of Names, but if the otherworldly Watcher had been looking for her origin, then he was dead wrong, not that it mattered anymore, of course.

Seeing the gazes of the two creatures turn towards her once more, she understood that her turn to speak had come, and so, she calmly dismounted Horizon, simply standing there now, floating in the black void of space, glowing azure eyes serenely observing the two beings from beneath the white, red, purple and gold mask. She patted Horizon, before finally addressing his interlocutors. "If it is my name that you seek to know, I would gladly give it to you, but my name is a thing I have long since lost. You may, however, call me Eternal Night, if you so desire." She explained, before pointedly looking down at her loyal Phantom Horse. "This one is Horizon, of the Far Fields. He is my steadfast companion, but I believe he deserves a rest, so he will not be staying with us any longer." She said.

The next thing that happened was quite peculiar. Horizon suddenly transformed into a horse-shaped mass of azure flames that began shrinking slowly, until it had become little more than a blue flame the size of an almond. This fire then flew up and into Eternal Night's left eye, seemingly burning brightly from within for several moments before being simply absorbed into her. With that ceremony done, the blonde masked woman looked at her interlocutors.

"You two are not native to this universe, are you?" The Nameless One inquired, smiling lightly beneath her mask, something of course invisible to everyone. "Call it an outsider's perspective, if you must." She said, recalling her own alteruniversal nature and her previous experience with an omniversal being.
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Turmenista
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Postby Turmenista » Tue Oct 06, 2015 4:21 am

New Rnclave wrote:
Turmenista wrote:
"Me! Me! Me!"

So Long as it wasn't anything boring, Myosai was in. She hadn't Really been doing anything productive or fun for the past few days, but, a training trip would fix that likely. She quickly sheathed her sword and floated over to the Saiyan, impatiently waiting as she waited for Glacia's response.

"Can we go, like, now?" She asked. "I need something to do!"


Hiroshi:

"Okay, even if you don't wanna come Glacia, we're forcing you." Hiroshi remarked, smirking evilly as he grabbed her wrist and Myosai's in a blur, before the world before him shattered like glass, Hiroshi divan through the portal in a single motion, a swirling whirl of colors meeting them, before Hirosh felt his boots make contact with soft grass.

Smiling as he arrived, his black pupils scanned over the small planet, counting King Kai, Kibito and Supreme Kai in a single go, all there's standing in a tight circle that instantly made his intuition guess something was more wrong then they'd let on.

" Well hello." Supreme Kai said, half bowing to the Saiyan and his two other companions as he turned to them. " While King Kai promised training, it's a sad truth that you all may be to strong for my teachings to make any real difference."

King Kai nodded from the side as he approached the trio. " They're both beyond Olibu, Pikkon may be a challenge for them but he'd be squished when they turn the heat up."

Shoulders sagging, Hiroshi frowned at the Kai's as he stood int he gentle breeze. " But this is other World? The best fighters in history love here, surely I can learn something from the Supreme Kai and them, I know I coudo solve any problem you guys ahev after that."

Immedietly a apprehensive frown covered Supreme Kai's features, the Kai shifting on his feet, sighing, he ran a hand through his silver hair, before giving a tired smile. Walking over to Hiroshi, he sized up the Saiyan and his companions.

" I suppose I could put in a good word with Grand Kai and maybe convince him to let you all come and train under him. You all must stay here though, perhaps you all coudo get a warm up here. I woudktn want your charm to... Convince him to make the wrong decision." Supreme Kai commented, King Lai nodding Ina greenest behind them.

" Looks like we're in guys." Hiroshi remarked, spinning on his comrades and flashing a bright smile.


Good. They were in. Myosai flashed her own, wide grin, before moving back to a smaller smile as she stepped among the crazy-haired beings.

"So.. Purple guys." She murmured, getting a good look of this area around her. "Guess I should introduce myself. I'm Myosai, aka that girl that kicked Mr. Cell's green butt. Looks like you already know who my buddy Hiroshi is," she seemed to wink at him for a split second. "Oh, and that's Glacia. She's new."

She had one hand on her sheathed sword hilt around her belt while the other was on her hip. "So.. My head was under a rock for the past couple of minutes.." She said, somewhat embarrassed. "What exactly is this place, what are we gonna to
Here and..-" Confused, she looked over at Supreme Kai. "Who are you? And what's with your hair? It's crazier than Hiroshi's..."

Off to a good start..

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Postby Charmera » Tue Oct 06, 2015 4:51 am

Turmenista wrote:
New Rnclave wrote:
Hiroshi:

"Okay, even if you don't wanna come Glacia, we're forcing you." Hiroshi remarked, smirking evilly as he grabbed her wrist and Myosai's in a blur, before the world before him shattered like glass, Hiroshi divan through the portal in a single motion, a swirling whirl of colors meeting them, before Hirosh felt his boots make contact with soft grass.

Smiling as he arrived, his black pupils scanned over the small planet, counting King Kai, Kibito and Supreme Kai in a single go, all there's standing in a tight circle that instantly made his intuition guess something was more wrong then they'd let on.

" Well hello." Supreme Kai said, half bowing to the Saiyan and his two other companions as he turned to them. " While King Kai promised training, it's a sad truth that you all may be to strong for my teachings to make any real difference."

King Kai nodded from the side as he approached the trio. " They're both beyond Olibu, Pikkon may be a challenge for them but he'd be squished when they turn the heat up."

Shoulders sagging, Hiroshi frowned at the Kai's as he stood int he gentle breeze. " But this is other World? The best fighters in history love here, surely I can learn something from the Supreme Kai and them, I know I coudo solve any problem you guys ahev after that."

Immedietly a apprehensive frown covered Supreme Kai's features, the Kai shifting on his feet, sighing, he ran a hand through his silver hair, before giving a tired smile. Walking over to Hiroshi, he sized up the Saiyan and his companions.

" I suppose I could put in a good word with Grand Kai and maybe convince him to let you all come and train under him. You all must stay here though, perhaps you all coudo get a warm up here. I woudktn want your charm to... Convince him to make the wrong decision." Supreme Kai commented, King Lai nodding Ina greenest behind them.

" Looks like we're in guys." Hiroshi remarked, spinning on his comrades and flashing a bright smile.


Good. They were in. Myosai flashed her own, wide grin, before moving back to a smaller smile as she stepped among the crazy-haired beings.

"So.. Purple guys." She murmured, getting a good look of this area around her. "Guess I should introduce myself. I'm Myosai, aka that girl that kicked Mr. Cell's green butt. Looks like you already know who my buddy Hiroshi is," she seemed to wink at him for a split second. "Oh, and that's Glacia. She's new."

She had one hand on her sheathed sword hilt around her belt while the other was on her hip. "So.. My head was under a rock for the past couple of minutes.." She said, somewhat embarrassed. "What exactly is this place, what are we gonna to
Here and..-" Confused, she looked over at Supreme Kai. "Who are you? And what's with your hair? It's crazier than Hiroshi's..."

Off to a good start..

Glacia paused, a slight frown appeared on her face as she heard what was said. She was about to comment on being volunteered for something she didn't want, but she paused. She might actually need some training, Being in prison had done no favours for her skills evendently. She needed to sharpen up, and learn some new tricks. Especially for what she had planned. "Ditto. Your hair seems odd." She remarked, then paused. "And I have the same questions as my pink friend."
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.

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