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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Thu Jun 18, 2015 1:47 am

Daniel Carter/Sentinel-32 Yrs-Coast City




The moon had reached the apex of the sky for a while now, as midnight had come and was passing. I stepped closer to a piece of industrial property which was purchased by some no name industrialist which was found missing a head earlier this morning. Tracking the clues all the way here, the end of the road...lies just inside those industrial doors. News reports had been plagued by stories of a copy cat killer pretending to be Deathstroke. But I know his style, I know his tastes...and after twelve years of fighting the same man. I know him. He is very much alive, and even in my prison stripes, I managed to track him down. However, it was quite easy, when I enter this place. I am expecting Deathstroke to be expecting me. I walked through the doors, pushing them aside as my chains dragged against the cold concrete. This place has not been used in some time, but up ahead I could see the glow of computer equipment. And in a seat with his back facing me, sat Deathstroke, lightly tossing a combat knife in his right palm. His voice echoed throughout the wide walls.

"I knew you would find me, eventually. However, my point has been proven." He then stood up, now firmly holding the blade in his right hand as he took several steps closer to me, but still we were separated by a wide margin.

"You and I Daniel....we are not so different. You have spent more than a decade trying to convince yourself that you are better than I. And in minutes, I tore it all down. You have finally seen, that when the chips are down. You will steal life just as I do. Face it Daniel...those stripes suit you." I could feel Slade staring me down from behind his mask, expecting my facial expression to change somewhat. Some evidence that he is getting in my head. But my visage remained as stone. And his own was shrouded in shadows, speaking to where I could not clearly see him.

Until I finally broke the silence.

"Slade, this game is over. Our history ends tonight." He actually seemed pleased with the news.

"So, you have finally abandoned your crusade as a failed hero I take it? That will make things far more interesting." He finally said, stepping into the light and revealing his new armor.

I then closed my eyes, as I explained myself.

"No, I wont kill you. But do not confuse this, I want to. My hand is shaking with anticipation of digging this knife into you. But then, I go back to prison. Sentinel is not facing you now. Daniel is, but as much as I would relish it, your death serves me no purpose. Alive, my name is clean. And I can return to my own family." My eyes then shot open and I threw my fists out in front of me, entering a fighting stance.

"But alive is such a vague term, dont you think Slade? For example, a man can have no hands nor eyes and still be alive. Ready to lose the other one?" I taunted, Deathstroke did not take the bait. He threw down his weapons, the assault rifles, grenades and firearms all hit the dust covered floor, not out of rage, but out of a desire to settle the matter once and for all....which between us was the better of the other.

No more verbal jabs were traded, Deathstroke hurled his combat knife at me, I countered by throwing the stone I had carried with me, each projectile collided in mid air as we both shot forward at olympic level speeds. But, Deathstroke was faster, not simply due to his enhanced speed, but my own legs are chained together, limiting my movement.

Slade swept in front of me, delivering a powerful frontal heel kick, backed by more than sent me flying to the brutal pavement with more than 2,000 lbs of force. I could hear the sounds of several of my ribs snapping, as I was sprawled across the ground. Blood seeped from my mouth, as Deathstroke did not miss a single moment. However, neither did I and I swept up from beneath him and lifted him into a double leg take down. Forcing me to lift his body, far heavier due to his armor, and applying pressure to my recent injuries that I do not need, I roared in pain as I then threw his armored body back to the ground with the combined forces of my throw, gravity and his own acceleration due to his weight and armor, he smashed into the pavement hard enough to leave a small indenture in the concrete, causing some pretty massive head damage.

I then seamlessly began to wrap my legs around him and place his right calf in a calf crushing move. Immediately threatening to apply enough force to remove the use of a normal man's leg for the rest of his life, but Deathstroke will heal in time. Although not fast enough to save him. But the assassin did not panic, he swiftly pulled a pistol from his holster and fired several rounds above us, severing a chain which was suspending iron bars directly above us, attempting to crush me beneath them, I was forced to release the hold and roll out from under the falling iron weights.

The seconds was just what Slade needed. I threw myself up, and attempted to keep up the momentum in my favor, as I made a strong and quick right jab at Slade, he blocked the attack and struck at my eyes, blinding me, from there I could feel his armored hands clutch my skull, as he jerked my head violently and raked my face across a wall after slamming my face into the stone. Blood painted the wall as he drug my head like a cheese grater threw three powerful knee kicks into my chest, striking intentionally where I was already wounded, causing immense pain as my insides lit on fire.

Having few choices to break the grip on me, I threw out several elbow strikes in a backward motion, slamming my elbow just short of his throat. From my lower position and inability to gain leverage, it wont cause serious harm, but will interrupt his hold. Using four solid strikes, I slammed my right elbow into his upper chest, forcing him to stumble back, while I then stood up and turned around to face him, but the man recovered to quickly. And once more grabbed me, literally dragging me by the neck and slamming me down upon a work bench, holding me down with one hand, he used the other to activate a power saw, with which he intended to use as a guillotine. The sickening whirring sound reached my ears as he slammed the saw right atop my neck, stopped only by me raising both of my own hands and using my steel chains to shew the saw of the blade.

Burning sparks scorched my face but I pushed back against the blade and threw a powerful kick into him, sending him falling backwards. Throwing myself back onto my own feet, I opted for a move almost unique to Muay Thai and blitzed toward Slade as fast as I could, using the power of my legs to deliver the flying knee strike, using my knee as a spear, I almost broke my knee cap smashing it into the armored chest plate of an assassin. But the attack had achieved it's goal with the force of hitting him with a sludge hammer, throwing Slade back into hands reach of his own weapons, which he had dropped at the beginning of the fight.

Now irritated of the battle, Slade shot his single eye to his modified shotgun, scooping it up and holding it outstretched with a single hand, ready to kill me here and end everything, as his finger slowly constricted on the trigger.

"You lose...Daniel."

I instinctively slapped his wrist and began to disarm him, by using the barrel of the shotgun as a lever, It was not a difficult matter of robbing Slade of his weapon. And with control of it in my own hands, I held the weapon with both hands and aimed lower to my target, and at point blank ranges, I fired the weapon right into his left knee, the shot shattering sound exploding off the walls as Slade screamed in pain, I swiftly aimed the gun at his other knee, repeating the process. Stealing Slade's ability to stand at all. Then, delivered a swift round house kick straight into his chest, laying the wounded assassin down flat on his back as I now stood over him.

The silence settled in quickly, as I bent down lower, and removed his mask, looking him dead in the eyes. Filled with unrestrained hatred of me, and of himself...for not killing me here today.

"It's over Slade." I announced, as blood seeped from his armor and soaked the pavement around him, I rose just in time to see the authorities arrive. Finally responding to the 'Anonymous Tip' I sent them.

Breaking through the doors, they flowed into the room like wasps, as they surrounded Deathstroke. Several of them met my own gaze, as I allowed myself to fall on my own butt, too exhausted from the fight to stand any longer.

As I sat there and observed the officers take Slade into custody, no doubt ensuring he would receive medical attention I could not help but smile past my blood stained face.

With the end of Deathstroke's freedom, my own freedom would be restored.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Sat Jun 20, 2015 10:48 pm

Daniel Carter/Sentinel-33 Yrs-Metropolis

The light hurt my eyes as I stepped out of the car. But at least there were no suffocating crowds. At my own request, the Daily Planet has agreed not to release my story, about the sentence and all charges being dropped until tomorrow. So that I can return to my family without having to battle through a horde of crowds. I am truly grateful for it. I stepped out of the black sedan, having driven myself. Wearing a pair of black shades and my wounds, being healed by some very expensive medical equipment which is often used on the Justice League after they are taken to town. As I caught sight, of the people most dear to me, I had decided. I will make my home here in Metropolis, and will be announcing tomorrow officially tomorrow, that Metropolis will have far more than the Man of Steel to call it's defenders. But for now, I took a moment to collect the sight of the ones who had come here to see me, free of my chains. The first person to reach me was my sister, Rebecca Carter, a scientist for STAR Labs. She threw her arms around me and I realized she was starting a ritual today. "I knew you were innocent." She stated, to which I gently returned the hug before separating. "I knew it too." I joked, and she saw right through it. "Liar, Daud told me he had to convince you not to plead guilty." I gave a chuckle. "I cant get nothing by you can I?" She rolled her head to one side. "Not with my sources." She jeered. I then resigned. "Thought not." After that I spotted my wife Mayla, with her hair tied in two extremely long pig tails, just like her style, wearing plain blue jeans and a loose white t shirt. My daughter, Sabrina dressed in jeans too tight for her, and a black Superman shirt which was of the same style as the pants, and the annoyance of showing her belly. But, I wont mention it, she knows it annoys me anyways. Smiling, that was probably why she wore it. But it was my son who was running at me at almost full speed. August, who sported a red Robin hoodie and like the rest of my family blue jeans. He looks like his father and acts like his mother. As he reached me, he socked me hard in the arm, and with his mother's strength, it actually hurt. I rubbed my arm smiling, not allowing myself to admit defeat.

I then stood straight up as he glared up at me, and we had a stare down. Before I finally broke out in a laugh and scooped him up in a grapple hold and began to give him a firm noogie. He let out a yelp as he soon admitted defeat, and I released him. As he rubbed his head trying to massage it, I began to ask him things a dad should.

"Have you been doing your homework?" He nodded.
"Been training?" He then smirked.

"You know it."

"Any girl friends?" Now he was annoyed.

"DAD!" He protested.

"That many huh? Well I suppose you wont be lacking a date for the school dance then." I teased, as he blushed slightly. Knowing on instinct that there was a girl, I finally patted him on his head and congratulated him.

"Thats my boy."

As he trailed behind me, I noticed that Daud and his family had gathered here in the park as well to see me, as I embraced Mayla in a hug. I gave her a light kiss on the cheek, acknowledging Daud's presence with a glance and a nod. Saying give me a moment. As I embraced Mayla tightly and whispered in her ear, that I planned to meet her in a bedroom tonight. She gave a coy smile before sitting me down on the bench next to her, beneath a large oak tree which placed me in some shade, so I removed the sun glasses. "So, when are we going home. Back to our own Earth?" Mayla asked me. As I placed a arm around her shoulder and looked over at her. "I dont think we should. I was hoping we would stay here, Metropolis will be a nice change from Gotham, in this world or ours. And I am sure August and Sabrina would do well here." Mayla looked concerned, having largely left the hero life behind to raise our family. Something I should have done years ago. I then directed her eyes into mine by gently guiding her chin with my fingers.

"I promise, I am going to change here." Her eyes showed a glimmer of hope, to actually have me with the family rather than a Wayne Board meeting or directing Infinite Justice. It was then that another shadow cast over us, as Sabrina crossed her arms and stared down at me. As if waiting for something. I gave a defeated sigh. I feel more challenged here than on the streets of Gotham sometimes.

I did not have to wait for what was bothering her.

"I hear there is an all lady team in New York, I just wanted to let you know I will be moving there and applying." But her stone front began to crack as a tear began to well up in her eye.

"I missed you dad." I stood up and comforted her.

"I know you did." She placed a grip around me, her face pressed against my chest.

"I am still going you know." She responded, as she backed up and wiped her eyes. I softened too. But denied her permission to leave.

"No...you are not." Her face went red with anger. As she went off on me.

"You always want to control me! You never think I am good enough to handle myself or my powers! Maybe if you just trusted me!" I then interrupted her. As I handed her a bag I had carried with me. She opened it, and then seeing the new suit inside of it, I gave her a counter offer.

"You can go to New York, but that would mean Sentinel would need to find a new partner. I was hoping you would take the job." I then placed both arms behind my back, and looked off in the distance.

"Although if you found a better offer, I am sure he would understand." She then shoved the suit back into the bag and eagerly gave me a hug.

"Thanks Daddy."

The moment was interrupted by a yellow cab which parked right next to the park we were in. Where a large green woman had seemingly tore the back door off as she climbed out. Clumsily trying to place it back on, Jennifer Walters, my lawyer began to step closer and I met her half way.

"You have any idea how hard it is keeping your arrival under wraps? I must have called in a dozen favors and perhaps a couple threats for this little meeting to happen without public crowds." She the dropped the tough lawyer act. "Welcome home Daniel, and Matt sends his regards." We shook hands as I thanked her.

"Well, Jen, what would you say to me hiring you to be my family's lawyer? I think you have earned it." She gave a cocky grin. "As if I would give you a choice. Arm wrestle ya for it?" I threw both hands up in defeat.

"You have the job."

I then finally turned my attention to Daud, after being passed around some. As I walked over to him, I greeted his wife, my long time friend Sora-El. "Great to see you healthy Sora." I told her, to which she retorted slyly. "Good to see you without orange." We both laughed as I patted Ray and Ellie on the heads as I reached Daud.

"It's good to see you. Listen, I just want to thank you for looking out for me. When I was in there, and for doing the same for my family. It may not have lasted long, but was long enough, and no matter what Mayla may say. I know she needed the support." I then looked out and into the city, as I addressed Daud again.

"Whats it like?" I asked curious. I could see on his face that he knew what I meant. But I said it regardless.

"To be retired? To be able to make it to a family supper on time and not be spending all night with the scum of the human race, when you should be spending it curled up next to your wife and kids watching a Disney movie?" I then folded my arms, continuing to vent.

"Daud, if asked 13 years ago, I would have said that it would be you, always chasing the stars. Protecting mankind from threats it cannot face alone. And that I would be hosting neighborhood grills after Church on Sunday. But I cannot stop. I have nothing to prove, I know that. This city, this world...it needs me. Our world, is more or less safe under the watch of Infinite Justice, but this world. It's rotten Daud, and Slade is not the end of it for me." I then brightened up.

"I promise Daud, I wont allow this world to fall any further." It was a cheesy line, and I knew it. But sometimes that was just perfect.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Mon Jun 22, 2015 6:28 am

Stanley Blake-27 Yrs-Unknown Realm

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I hid my intoxicated handicap rather well, as I followed Garnet through the portal and to where she was headed. The place quite beautiful, nothing at all like what I am used to. I stayed back several paces from her, as she handed me Misery for safe keeping while she completed whatever trial she needed done. But I did not say anything, my mind kept racing back to the dream of last night, the nightmare...or was it real? The fire, the pain, smells and stench and burning. I had been there far too many times, and my stomach still turns with the wretched stench of the place. Of the horrid sights. I brushed some bangs from my eyes as I lifted my flask to another drink, remembering the words that Succubus said to me.

You're fucked.

It was such a simple statement, and she seemed correct in her assessment. Lifting the flask to my own lips, I shoved the thoughts from my mind. As I may be bound for hell, but that train wont leave for a while yet. It was that moment that a portal had opened beneath me, that the pit in my stomach opened as I expected to fall through, but rather, something was released from it. I buckled backwards and the figure rising in front of me, was none other than the Succubus woman I had sent to hell earlier.

I stared blankly at her,as she laughed a crackling chuckle at my hectic confusion.

"You seem so clueless for a prodigy on the supernatural Blake. Tell me, have you ever met your own collector yet?" With those words, I knew what she had become. A collector is a being, either demonic or angelic that is charged with escorting your soul to Hell or Heaven, depending on the case.

And seeing that my collector, was none other than this Demon, it seems that I was at the end of my rope. However, I still found myself unable to say anything. She threw her head back, so entertained by my situation.

"You still dont know why you are destined for hell, do you? I suppose I will just have to show you." The long legged succubus approached me, and placed her hands on each side of my head, and stared deeply into my eyes. As she began to burn visions of my past into my brain, as if watching a movie in reverse. My eyes seared in pain, but I could see...I could see why I was bound for the hells below.

For I had earned it, even with my own eyes, burned from their sockets, tears began to flow, denying all biology. As I was now aware of the life I had taken. It seems that I had my answer.

Not everyone gets their second chance.

With the reveal over, my body began to be consumed by underworld flames, but I quickly pulled the piece of the sword from my jacket that I had given to Garnet. Now was the last time I would have, as I used my own blood, to draw out a piece of my soul. I enscribed the rune in blood upon the artifact, that would effectively seal a piece of my soul within the weapon.

And the sword would live again. As my body and the rest of my soul repented for its sins.

Now unable to scream, I could feel my physical form fade from existence, and I still wanted so much.

My voice, carried with the last magic I could muster, carried through the wind of this place, as I sent it to Garnet's ears. Being the last reminder that I was ever here, apart from Misery laying on the ground, alongside a new and very biological blade.

"If I only had more time, I would have enjoyed travelling with you. Perhaps a rain check, meet each other again, in another world, where things can be different with no shadows to make you cry." And with those final words, I sealed the final portion of my soul within my weapon, and trusted Garnet to discover the secrets.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Thu Jun 25, 2015 1:16 am

Ralph the Rat-16 Yrs-Mystic Ruins, Mobius

The damage spread throughout Station Square took several hours to get under control. I was still travelling alongside Trix the Linx, and I was beginning to regret bringing her along, as she simply never ran out of questions. I normally would not mind, but with my fur covered in a damp dew as the moist air surrounded us, I led the path through the overgrown jungle where the next Chaos Emerald was, according to the deciphered runes I found before. The underbrush was so thick, it is hard to make out anything at all more than a few feet away from you. But eventually passing through all of this overgrowth, reaching the center of the Jungle, I could finally see the Temple Ruins. I stopped short of it, taking in the sight of the vines crawling up the sides of the structure. Trix however, seemed to be awestruck by the sight. She literally gawked at the temple complex as we observed the ruins. "So...this is where the Master Emerald is?" She asked, nevermind the fact that I had never suggested it was here.

"No, it's on an island." I remarked as I started to approach it, she hesitated a moment and trailed after me.

"What kind of island?" I gave a defeated sigh, she sounded like a tourist and she likely was.

"A floating island." I answered, correct in my assumption such a explanation would leave her speechless, for a while at least.

Entering the complex, torches began to self light as I walked past them, as if by some magic or something. The setting was actually rather dark, and I was on guard, as I was not entirely sure what to expect from this place. I know intellectually what it is, a Temple which tells the story of the seven chaos emeralds, as well as the first rise of Chaos. But those murals and runes are deep underground, the further I progressed the colder the air got, we continued until we arrived in a open chamber, where it was a large circular room, with the ceiling several stories up, on the far wall, you could see the murals illustrating the pre history of Chaos and the Emeralds.

But what stole the center stage, was the red emerald, far above us. I began to glance around the chamber, looking for a way to ascend to claim the Emerald, but that did not last long. A Green force blasted past both me and Trix as Scourge smashed into a switch, where large gates opened, and water began to flood in.

Trix had begun to panic, as Scourge simply gave a cocky smirk and thanked me for leading him to the prize. The Green Hedge hog then began to run at amazing speeds to dash up the walls to rise up to the Emerald, while me and Trix were now faced with water flooding the chamber and threatening to drown both of us as the race for the Emerald began.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Thu Jul 02, 2015 2:44 am

Daniel Carter/Sentinel-32 Yrs-Metropolis

All of the faces were here, everyone you would expect to see at a happy family gathering. There was my wife, my daughter, my sister and my friends. But there was one face missing, and this is no happy gathering. The casket had just closed, and the body of my child was being lowered into a hole. Six feet deep. Rain pelted my skin, and I refused to make any effort to keep myself dry. My eyes scanned around, desperately trying to find answers. Some reason or explanation why a father has outlived his son. Mayla's eyes were sealed shut by tears. Unable to even look at the sight of our only son's final resting place. Sabrina had a look of despair upon her face, and you could tell, she was fighting back a wall of tears. Like a sea wall holding back flood waves. As much as she rivaled August for their parents affections, the two were close, despite not spending as much time together as we would like. Even Daud, who had said nothing this entire funeral, made no effort to hide his own despair at our loss. But for myself, it seemed as if the skies had tried to cover the fact that I shed no tears. Not that I lacked the desire to, I was simply blank. Lost at my child being stolen by this diseased world. So far I had said nothing, but as the funeral was about to conclude, I was expected to deliver a few words, not the eulogy. For that had passed, but the words of a father.

But it would be more than that.

I slowly ascended to the forefront of the crowd. Umbrellas were scattered around in front of me, shielding the attendants from the weather. But my own suit was soaked, my hair plastered to my forehead and my glasses slightly fogged. Simple reading glasses, I gently removed them with my right hand and folded them. Placing them inside the wet fabrics. I then focused my eyes to the faces here. While my own family and friends were at the front and center, there was a mass of men and women who had never even met August. Natives of this world. The well to do, the mayor, the governor and even the President of the United States was here. Turning what was supposed to be the last moments with my child, into a national spectacle. There were no cameras, but newspapers would be written and most of the people here were simply trying to garner some humanitarian points for attending.

My glare covered them, but as my resolve fastened, I finally began my short address to everyone here. Coughing several times to clear my throat, I delivered my statement.

"Just a few days ago. I was discussing the possibility of staying here, of relocating to this world and helping to advance the light of Justice and hope here. As my own world, has largely fallen under the Protection of Infinite Justice. This world, your world, could have provided me the chance to make the same difference that I did in my own." I then paused, taking several moments to continue. "And provide the chance to reconnect with my own family. I can say now, that we will be here to stay. This loss wont force us back to our own world. To do so would be an insult to the memory of my son." I then closed my eyes, coming the closest to shedding a tear at the event so far. "This world is rotten, and while this happens everyday. Sisters, brothers, mothers and fathers have their loved ones taken away everyday. It is my own which seems to shed light to this disease, thriving just beneath the surface." Lightning flashed in my eyes, as I began to close the speech. "I will cure it. There will be no more room in this world for those who mock society's tolerance. My mission will be made here. To ensure that something like this, will never happen to one of your own children." I was grateful for the rain to hide my first tear, which cascaded down my left eye to my chin. "I will not fail you.....as I have failed my son."

With those last words, I released myself of the small platform, and began to retreat. I locked eyes with Daud, whom I could tell wanted so badly to say something. Anything, but we both knew there was nothing else to say. Nothing that I did not already know. As a father he lives with the fear that what has happened to me, could happen to him as well. The man, was truly different than the reckless mercenary he once was. I never said anything to him however. Not...one...word.

My own family had found their way to me, and together, we made our way to the lead car in a very long convoy. As they ducked inside, I held the door open, making sure I was the last to enter. Before I climbed in however, I turned my face to the heavens, and could find no solace in prayer.

This world needed to change.

I would make it change.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Thu Jul 02, 2015 2:30 pm

Ralph the Rat-16 Yrs-Mystic Ruins, Mobius

The sun barely managed to penetrate the canopy of the rain forest, but that was hardly an issue. Our narrow escape from the ruins, as they rapidly flooded gave Scourge all the head start that he needed. The central Temple was just ahead, and if Scourge reached it first, then he would be one step away from attaining the power of the Emeralds. I looked back and pulled Trix up from the exit of the Temple, she was heavy with wet fur but looked up at me with eyes that told me to go on ahead. That she would be fine. I leaped from the Temple and landed in the thick underbrush, the path long hidden by the growth of the forest that had overtaken this ancient city. A whole civilization, wiped away by the ambitions of a few, and the Chaos they had unleashed. Minor scratches and scraped covered my body, but I would not allow it to slow me down. As I finally neared edge of the jungle, I traced my eyes to the scene in front of me. My hopes that Scourge would not possess all of the Emeralds were dashed as I saw Shade the Wolf, my ally, handing over the final Chaos Emeralds I stood there, stunned by the betrayel of my ally. Then realizing that if he was handing him our Chaos Emeralds, then surely, the Master Emerald was in pieces.

Scourge would not allow a limiter to the power he desired. The theory was confirmed when Scourge caught sight of me, and then arrogantly stepped down from the alter in which he had gathered the Emeralds. He smiled as he pulled a green shard from his jacket, and cast it at my feet.

"You lose, Rat." He then replaced the sun glasses over his eyes, swiftly turning his back on me.

"Now scurry off into the jungle and hide. I have a new world to build." As he began to make his way back up the alter, rage began to fill me. At my seeming inability to defend the scattered Emeralds, not knowing what I would do next, I thrust my hand out in frustration, which slammed Scourge with a hammer of telekinetic energy. As he slumped over on the ground, Shade leaped from the Alter and prepared a powerful overhead kick, he was always a talented martial artist. But a simple wave of my hand stopped him in mid air, as he froze solid. I pulled my fist to the ground and he collided with the dirt with near bone breaking force.

Scourge, as shocked by my new abilities as I, then used a burst of speed to blitz me. I thrust both arms out and shielded myself with telekinetic energy. He then resorted to quickly around me, as he ran so fast that earth and rubble began to spiral skyward in a tornado formed from pure speed. Then, finally he collided with my shield with such force, that he broke through and plowed into me. I was sent spiraling into the central alter, creating a large crater in the side.

As we continued our battle, neither of us noticed that small streams began to gravitate toward the seven Chaos Emeralds. At first they were simple trickles of water, then progressively they grew into larger pools and finally torrents of water crashed over the alter. The creation of an ancient threat had silenced our momentary battle, as both myself and Scourge stood and faced the monster which had destroyed ancient civilizations, and almost the modern world...stopped only by the hero of myths.

Perfect Chaos.

As water flooded from him, I teleported next to Trix and then teleported the both of us to the top of the highest Temple in the ruins, as everything else was buried under an endless sea of water, originating from the monster Chaos. I could see Scourge, in a blaze of green light barely outrunning the tidal floods. As he found his way atop of the Temple I had retreated to. We locked eyes, but he turned his attention upon the monster Chaos and directed his anger toward it, for stealing the power he had hoped to command. Jabbing a gloved finger at the beast, he issued his own threat, but the beast never took notice of it.

"That power, belongs to me! I am the wielder of the powers of Chaos! the descendant of the one who defeated you, and so help me, I will pry that power from your non existent hands after I defeat you!" But we were soundly ignored by the beast, not worthy of it's time or attention. Scourge fists shook, but he knew there was nothing he could do, at least alone.

"What do you say to a truce, Rat?" I peaked over at him as I tried to understand what he was saying. Scourge asking for help. He then glanced over at me, taking off his sun glasses.

"You know about these ancient beasts right? Is there a weakness to this monster? Any way to bring it down? How can I conquer the world if this thing destroys it?" I closed my eyes in thought. Describing the monster in detail.

"Legends say that once Chaos achieves perfection, or become Perfect Chaos, it attains powers on a god like scale. The monster can summon tidal waves and floods capable of wiping out cities in seconds, and given more time. Even threaten the world. It is supposed to be able to summon forth tornadoes of water, which could entrap attackers and suspend the largest of buildings after tearing them from the ground. It's body is malleable and nearly impossible to harm. As made of water, it can alter and reconstruct itself. It can fire destructive blasts from the spikes upon it's back, and fire beams of pure destructive energy which could destroy great sky ships in a single blast." My eyes then glared at Scourge.

"You have just unleashed a creature which not only has the power to end life on Mobius, but has almost done just that. Twice. His rage and anger is boundless, and defeating him will not end this cycle of death, he will simply return one day. His spirit must be calmed, brought to peace." Scourge snickered.

"So, are you gonna give it a hug?" He then nodded off in the monster's direction. "He is just over there."

"The brain." Scourge looked confused, and I said it again. "His one weakness, at least according to myths is his brain. Attacking it causes great pain and could possibly defeat him." Scourge then gazed out over the beast, and replaced his sun glasses and cracked his knuckles.

"Sounds like a plan, Rat."

He then curled himself into a ball, and started to spin rapidly. Preparing for his spin dash, I wrapped him in telekinetic force and launched him, vastly enhancing his speed. He rocketed over the top of the waves, as he approached the beast, being quickly picked up by a swirling cyclone. Then simply hurled back at our Temple. We had succeeded only in gaining the monster's attention, and the bloody and bruised Scourge refused to stay down.

However, in a blaze of orange light, my closest friend, Solar the Hedgehog arrived. I turned to face him, as he had come bearing gifts. Dropping the seven Chaos Emeralds at my feet, there was one glaring difference. They were all charcoal black. The power drained from them by Chaos, or so it seemed.

Scourge quickly scoffed at him.

"You show up bringing nothing more than useless jewels?" I cut him off.

"Not entirely, Chaos absorbed and used all of the Negative energy of the Emeralds. They still posses their positive energy. We can use that power, to turn on Chaos." Scourge shakily to his feet. "Fine, give it to me then, I can end this now." I simply shook my head. "Were you not listening? I said they still retain their positive energy. And a being such as yourself, one filled with such anger and hate. Cannot harness it. No Scourge, you wont be able to make use of it. Had you succeeded in draining the emeralds of their negative energy, it would have only resulted in you threatening the world." His face softened, as he retreated in thought. But then, something shocking happened, he began to smile.

"Well, it seems this is the end then. I wanted to use that power to ensure Mobians had to bow to no man nor Overlander. That we would be the dominant ones in our world. But the only way they will even have a world, is if you succeed." He then turned his back to all of us.

"It's decided then, Ralph...shoot me back at Chaos. I want another shot and bashing that monster's brains out."

I protested.

"It wont work! We just tried that." But now his voice sounded off with far more frustration.

"Do it."

I sighed, but I relented. Wrapping him up in telekinesis. Powers I had only recently discovered. I once more shot him at the creature, anxiously awaiting the results of the attack. Scourge was flying at Chaos, fist held back, but this time, the monster was ready. Opening it;s wide mouth, energy began to form in the center. As I yelled out in warning, there was nothing I could do.

Scourge was incinerated by the energy, my own powers of telekinesis powerless to shield him from the powers of Chaos. I fell upon my knees, right before the Chaos Emeralds, gems that received their name from the monster we now face. Clutching a single Emerald in my hand, I began to press it firmly, willing it's own power into me. The final resort to end this horror. Then in my hand, the gem began to shine a bright red. Then, the others around it returned to their original state, each one resuming it's original shine. As I dropped the crimson emerald, a golden energy surrounded me. I looked at my hands and fur, and realized that a new power had awoken.

I then shot off into the battle with Chaos, descending into battle between Perfect Chaos, and Super Ralph. By Aurora that is such a cheesy name.
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Ralph the Rat-16 Yrs-Mystic Ruins, Mobius

New Neros wrote:
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I had hardly had time to adjust to the feeling of the power that I now wield, power like this however, cannot be channeled for long. But it almost seemed natural, how my telekinetic energies are now vastly amplified. Just as I was about to turn this new power against Perfect Chaos, another being, seemingly from nowhere, blitzed into the mighty creature and sent what would normally be a devastating punch into the jaw of the creature. As he learned however, one does not simply battle a waterfall. The man, or alien as sent spiraling downward into a section of the jungle which had not been flooded with water. As the overall landscape, the once beautiful forest and wildlife was being flooded out by the monster. Only the highest of alters and mountain faces rose above it. It was strange though, no human held powers like this...Czar Mir, and certainly no overlander. Using the powers of Chaos Control, I teleported next to the new ally. As I attempted to bring him up to speed. My smaller golden form contrasting with the far larger being.

"Listen closely, I dont have much time to brief you. This monster is what is called Perfect Chaos, a personification of rage and torment. Harnessing the negative energies of the Chaos Emeralds to inflict the pain it feels on the world. We cannot seal this monster in the Master Emerald, how it was defeated the first time. Even if we could, it would do nothing to prevent this from occurring in the future. The only chance we have is to deplete the negative Chaos energy within it, and once cleansed of their influence, Chaos will reform back into his original self. That of a gentle guardian."

Right at that moment, Chaos fired a spike from it's own back at us, with enough power to wipe out a skyscraper easily. Projecting my arms forward, I created a easily visible shield of psychic energy, as the attack rained on us to no affect.

"In simple terms, defeat it. The weak spot is the brain, exposed by the watery body. Striking it will cause Chaos tremendous pain, and force it to dissipate, and it will reform itself elsewhere. I am not sure how hard it needs to be hit or how many times. But attacking its body is pointless, as it is nothing but simple water. There is nothing to hurt. I am Ralph, guardian of the Chaos Emeralds. We can speak more after we conclude this battle."

As I finished informing the stranger of the situation, I once more teleported but this time over a mountain top, and testing the extent of the Chaos Emeralds power, I began to pull upon the rock formation beneath me, separating a football field sized chunk of it and hurling it at Perfect Chaos, as expected the beast simply blasted forth with the same energy attack from it's mouth which killed Scourge, and blasted through the rock piece. But in a blinding speed of light I directed myself just into the wake of the attack, and with enormous speed, penetrated the watery body of Chaos. Feeling as if I was trapped in a ocean where currents had no idea which way they wanted to go, I had guessed that Chaos would be unable to defend itself from an attack from within.

Where I had entered was near the base of the creature, and I looked further up, and could make out the brain of the beast. With energy provided form the Chaos Emeralds, I blasted through the watery body as if I was in air, and delivered a fierce punch to the brain of the creature, proving my theory correct, it did, hurt the beast.

It howled out in agony and pain and it's body quickly shot out in all directions. Rejoining the sea of water it had formed beneath it. I hovered above the battlefield, my eyes still darting around the broken landscape, and the sight of the few temples still rising above the waves. And the one my friends were currently at. Chaos emerged before them, towering over the structure as I looked down upon there terrified faces, to which Chaos responded by summoning a cyclone with no equal in size and sent it spiraling at them. With speed surpassing light, I blasted in front of the attack and used telekinetic force to forge a wall of water, reinforced by my own telekinetic power. The two forces collided, and what happened is what could be expected when a unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

A sort of stalemate occurred as I had succeeded in drawing Chaos' attention away from Mir. As I awaited to see exactly how my new ally would exploit the situation.
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Daniel Carter/NightBlade-32 Yrs-Metropolis

"911 what's your emergency?" The sentence hung in my ear as I held the device up, and as the statement issued by Puppeteer sank into a grim reality. "Nothing, just some neighborhood kids. Sorry to waste your time." I then hung up with a click and lightly set the phone upon the table. I then turned my attention back to the new uniform, it was red and black with a very eastern feel. The most notable trait though was, not the form fitting texture but rather the bloodied cresent moon symbol on the forehead. Inspecting the finished product, I picked up a sword and next to it on the table were two new sub machine guns. Weapons that would have no place in Sentinel's arsenal. As they are designed with a simple and efficient goal in mind. To end life. As I turned the blade over in my palms, I began to slowly explain. "You wont have to worry about my family coming back home. At least for a while. They left." I left the simple statement to linger, so she could understand just what I meant by left. As in they were not coming back anytime soon, in fact, they hardly packed anything at all. Once they found out I had no plans to retire, it did not take them long to leave. Sabrina was more understanding, but Mayla, she has been able to comfortably retire for the most part. They believe I am doing this in some way to vent my anguish at losing August. But it goes so far above that. That was indeed the spark, the start of what I am going to do. But not why.

"The blade is Paletoniam. Not the strongest metal that is known, or even the rarest. However it is..." I then briskly swung the sword at a small diamond sculpture, cutting it cleanly in half. "The sharpest, and it never dulls." I then kept the blade in my hand as I finally, for the first time began to address Puppeteer. "It is strange isn't it? How you were more interested in meeting me, then telling me something like that..." I then picked up a stack off reports on the autopsy of August, and dropped them on the desk behind me. "Whoever killed August did so by using weaponized threads. Like the ones you used to break into my home." I walked across the room and hit a button underneath another desk, and several TV Screens revealed themselves. Flashing from the opposing wall.

"I see everything that goes on in my home. It's a curious thought. That the killer would come back to the scene of the crime. It is actually not even far fetched, murderers often do to relive the thrill of the crime. But you, even when you were in August's room, seemed indifferent to it. As you were searching for something. Not the slightest change in reaction when you were there. Add in, coming here of all places after what was done. Is senselessly suicidal." I then exhaled a deep breath.

"So, it appears just as you said. You broke into my home, invaded the privacy of my family all to tell me that you know who killed my son....and that your a fan." I finally set the sword down. Then looked at this, different young woman again. The long dirty blonde hair, overly large pink bow, eye patch over the left eye, hot pink parasol and dress, ice blue eyes and sparkling lip gloss. She could be my daughters age. She appeared harmless, but I knew better. I have been doing what I do far long enough to know that dangerous comes in many shades. Her overall appearance clashed with the suit I intend to bring to life. One far darker.

But a thought occurred to me. If she was willing to break into my home, and not release such information until threatened, she would not be willing to part with it and just go on her way. She wants something. She specifically said that she wanted to help me find the man guilty of killing August. I considered asking her why, but decided it was irrelevant. Her actions so far suggested that she has a deep attachment complex, presumably to figures she deems interesting. Keeping her close to me, will keep her away from my family, and allow me to monitor her actions. To see if she is just a harmless heroic fan, as she claims to be. Or...if something else.

"I have decided. You will be a sort of, probationary partner. But not for Sentinel." I then motioned to the uniform for what I am calling NightBlade. "I have designed a new persona. The world would not be able to understand seeing Sentinel, with weapons like a blade or gun. Neither would those close to me. Not even my wife knows of the entity I am creating. I call it, NightBlade." After the introduction, I moved to explain the decision. "In the wake of August's death, I came upon a realization, that I have been too soft, too naive and far too trusting in mankind's goodness. No, fear must also be used. And it wont just be the unfortunate drug pushers, or the murderers. But the corrupt, and the white collar. All whom I find are poisoning this world will eventually answer to a more...permanent Justice." I then grabbed the uniform, as the sun began to set outside. Briefly moving away from Puppeteer and changing uniforms, before reappearing in her sights. I spoke to her as I left the new mask off of my face.

"You tell me you know who killed my son. Well, keep that name in mind. Do not forget it, and tell me only when I ask for it. If I were to know now, the man would answer to Daniel. A simple vengeance seeking father. However, he will not answer to me, but to NightBlade. A dish best served cold as they say. I wont allow my son's death be reduced to a quest of simple vengeance. But for now, I have reports that a new club has opened up. One in which is accessible to heroes and villains and anything in between. A good place to gather information on who our first target is. A target which will announce to the world, the existence of NightBlade." With that I scooped up the blade and sub machine guns, already added to the various bombs, devices and other weapons on my person. I pulled the mask over my face and headed for the exit. Calling Puppeteer behind me.

"Our destination is the Devil's Den."
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Wed Jul 08, 2015 8:42 am

Ralph the Rat-16 Yrs--Mystic Ruins, Mobius

This Mir, was quite powerful to stand up to Chaos on his own. I watched in wonder as he literally exhaled a blizzard as he attempted to freeze the beast, a sound plan. Or so it seemed, but Chaos' size was greater than his lung capacity. And even as he greatly slowed Chaos, and seemingly shattered him, it was apparent the tactic failed. Mir was slammed by a tentacle and sent crashing beneath the ice sheets and into the cold water beneath it. I was about to use chaos control to teleport him above the water, but I never had the chance. The man burst back out and this time switching attacks, this time his eyes glowed a crimson red as he fired some sort of heat based beam from his eyes about the time Chaos was charging another energy attack. The fight was beginning to reach it's height, but my ally, was called away, leaving me to face Chaos alone. I hovered at about eye level to the massive creature as I watched Mir fly away a short distance. I stared down the massive beach, as both of us prepared our next attack. I waved a gloved hand, as Chaos let out a mountain shouting roar.

Chaos had created a typhoon of it's largest proportions yet, and the force of nature spiraled closer to me. Wrapping myself in Telekinetic force, I was able to occupy the center of the Typhoon without any repercussions. I then pressed both gloved hands forward, as I directed the Typhoon towards Chaos. Smashing into the beast, I caused no real damage to his liquid body, he instead dissipated and this time seemed to stay melded into the water beneath us. Then causing several blasts of violent waves from beneath the surface of the water. I dodged and weaved above the malevolent water. As blasts of energy shot back and forth, and I avoided the ones I could, while creating a shield of energy to defend me from hits I could not.

The battle did not last for long in that stage though, as Chaos seemed to grow frustrated, and immediately the massive beast fused with the water and began to speed in the direction of the city Station Square, threatening to wipe the city out in mere minutes. I raced after it, actually surpassing it easily, speed that I am...not used to. My mind asking itself if this is what it feels like to be Solar all the time.

Arriving in the city, the humans were well aware of the impending danger, and they raced about the streets in a maze of directions. I frantically tried to think of a way to save them from the impending destruction, but on sheer instinct, all I could do is reach out to them, and try to encase each one in their own cacoon of psychic energy. I did not have time to verify if I was successful, as Chaos crashed into the city, manhole covers blasting high into the air as water erupted from them, all across the city. Streets began to flood and cars were sunk or overturned.

And I was face to face with Chaos once more, as windows shattered from the skyscraper. Then, water began to concentrate itself between the steel beams, as the monster's massive face began to form, protruding from the interior of the building that it now more or less inhabits, water rising throughout it's levels. The monster's face, began to open up and another beam began to form in it's mouth, but what worried me was that I began to feel my own energy drain.

The form was ending.

I summoned the last reserves of my energy granted to me via the Chaos Emeralds. As the beam erupted from the mouth of Chaos, the attack determined to end the battle now. I then used my last ounces of telekinetic energy and wrapped it around the beam, exerting tremendous mental strength, I redirected the attack, right back at Chaos. The beam shredded into Chaos, and hit the brain once more. This time, Chaos shrunk away, the water began to recede, and as I lowered myself to the ground, the Chaos Emeralds began to float around me. Chaos, or...what it used to be, appeared in front of me. Finally calmed after centuries of rage. I looked around me, and the people of the city, seemingly surviving from the protection of my psychic powers from earlier. Such power, to shield millions of individual people, I never would have believed such power real.

Each one of them cheered and gather around me. I almost entered a daze, finally achieving the recognition I had wanted. Accepted, rather than driven out. Of course these were humans, not Overlanders. Chaos then formed into a puddle, and began to slither away, back toward the mystic ruins. Taking the Chaos Emeralds with me, using what power I had left, I dashed through the wet swamp like environment. The battle with Chaos had changed the landscape, until I finally discovered where Chaos was leading me.

Another being, one appearing like a monster, threatened my world. It too...seeks the power of the Emeralds. Solar and Trix both found me, as I approached the battle. I just using the powers of the emeralds, would not be able to do so again for some time. But they need to be protected. I turned to Trix, handing them over to her. Saying nothing, as my expression said it all.

Finally, I turned my attention back at this new threat, as I ran at human speeds at him, using some small force of power to lift a smaller rock. Theorizing the smaller the object, the faster I can propel it. I then used the pebble like a cannon, trying my best to defend my world and the emeralds from the otherwordly threat that Mir and his own ally face.
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Daniel Carter/NightBlade-32 Yrs-Devil's Den

As Mia went off on her own to gather information. I myself allowed myself to place some distance from us as I went off on my own. After all, it may do her some good to get away from me for a while. I moved about the club as I took in the lights, music, costumed staff and dancers but most interesting was the large crowds of heroes, villains and all in between. One could throw a rock and find someone guilty enough to warrant death in most cases, but I know better than to try anything here. For the most part, I ignored most of the random murmurs around me. But something had captured my attention, a woman, who looks as if she had been through a rough time lately, was speaking about Gotham and the mess it is currently in. She had several bruises on her face and a set of dirty asylum clothes, so the assumption that she was an escaped asylum inmate, was not a hard one. She spoke while constantly brushing her bands away from her eyes. "Gotham is shit, too dangerous for even some of the most powerful masked villains to move freely, not just from Batman, the man is missing, but from other killers." The man she was speaking too, appeared far cleaner, and wore some type of uniform. "What about Batgirl, I hear she is still in the city..." The crazed woman cut him off in frantic ramblings. "Are you joking? Things are worse than ever, that side kick has not helped at all. Why do you think I am holed up here? But just wait, as soon as I hear things have calmed down a bit, I'll go back. I'll show em, show em all..."

I walked past the couple, as I had made my decision. Even in this Earth, Gotham is still the icon of corruption, failure and greed. That is fine, as I will cleanse it.

Tonight.

As I glided around the various rooms, eventually making my way to the Arena, I discovered that the Joker, had not been spotted in some time. Neither had his offshoots, Harley Quinn and Jester. Not to mention Silver Queen. I have found my targets. Gotham's cleaning will begin with the symbol of it's torment. The Joker will go first, and everyone close to him. Including the Jester and Silver Queen as well. Not only that, it must be made somehow public, for the world to witness.

My mind traced back to Deathstroke, and when he televised our own battle. A tactic I can borrow to show the masses, disease will no longer be tolerated in this world. After all, crime is like a cancer and must be eradicated swiftly.

As I was just about to leave the Arena and go search for Mia. A man, obviously dressed the part of a hero began to walk towards me. At first I had the instinct to ignore him, but he seemed...similar. To me. Well, more precisely to Sentinel. His armor, had more than a convenient resemblance to my own in many ways. The armor was bulky and colored in red, white and black. Had a black visor and the helmet resembled the visage of a....dinosaur? As the man drew ever closer I realized that he was not walking past me, but he was walking to me. Finally, the man stopped in front of me, and as soon as he spoke, it was obvious he had a voice converter.

"I need to speak with you, before you go wherever you are going." The man stated, presenting himself like a wall to my progress.

"Sorry, I just came to chat, but not with you." I then tried to move past him, but he placed his hand on my chest and modestly shoved me back.

"I am not asking."

I breathed deeply, gaining my own composure. The man is adamant, but stupid. I cocked my head in his direction, both of us analyzing the other through our own masks.

"What do you have in mind?" I quizzed him, to which he simply answered by nodding in the direction of the Arena. I smirked beneath my mask.

Of course, just a brawler. Well, It would do him well to learn from his mistakes. I allowed him to lead me to the arena. Where the rules were explained to us. Neither of us really needed it, they were simple enough to understand, and we seemed about the same level of power regardless. The cheering crowds around us each began to place bets as the battle was gonna be showcased, and when the match began, we both dove right in at peak human speeds. I threw in several fast paced flurries and he deftly managed to block them all. As I made a sweeping leg kick at his lower legs, he managed to do a backflip to evade, only he traveled far higher than even a olympic champion would have been able to. Hell, even further than I could.

"You know what you are doing. I can see that, but how is your blade work?" I asked, drawing my own sword. As this unknown hero drew his blade, his alias revealed to be 'Ranger' from the announcer for the Arena. Our blades glanced off of each other as he circled the ring, each one of us delivering blows and avoiding or blocking the other one. But as we fought, I could not shake the sense of deja vu, his stance, moves and stature all seemed to mirror my own.

And the mystery only served frustrate me to no end.

I locked his own blade between my own and a wall as I managed to place a high kick right into his helmet. Knocking the mask off and revealing the face of my adversary. One that was aged into his mid twenties. Short cut brown hair, and deep coffee colored eyes. Features matching my own deceased son.

I then violently took hold of his sword and slammed my arm into his, forcing him to drop the weapon and allowing me to take hold of it. Using both blades to pin him to the wall, but not actually puncturing him, I gave a deep growl.

"Who...are you?" He then pressed his palm to my chest and released what would have been a powerful ki blast which launched me across the arena. I slammed into the opposite wall on my back as I fell over, recovering, I still wielded both of our swords as he approached me, this time hovering slightly in the air. But not from any in built feature of his armor, no...he was flying.

"I am the son of a man who used to be called the greatest hero there ever was. A man who has lost his own way, blinded by tragedy. My name is...August Carter." This was not amusing. This...man. Looks like my son, he fights like me, he has the powers of his mother, and he claims to be...someone he could not be. I squeezed the handle of my blade, so desiring to make him confess his lies. But, it is possible that this man, is from another timeline. Or future or dimension or anything else of a million possibilities.

He could very well be a August Carter. But no, he is not mine.

I stood up, and raised a single hand as I voiced my own forfeit. "I give up." I no longer had any interest in fighting this man.

As I collected myself and sheathed my blade, I turned my back on the young man. He took a couple steps after me.

"Dad, I still need to speak to you-" I cut him off, by raising a single hand. And spoke while never turning to face him.

"You may indeed be the son of Daniel in some timeline....but I only have one son. And he is dead." And with that, I left and made my way over to the VIP Lounge, not taking long at all to spot Ceecee and Mia alone, with Mia as pink as the dress she is wearing. I made my way over to the both of them, and closed the launge door behind me, so it was just the three of us.

I had a feeling that Ceecee would be willing to help me, but just in case, I needed her to trust me. So, I removed my mask as NightBlade and stood as I faced her.

"Ceecee, I am sure you remember me. We were both at Arkham Asylum some time ago. I am here because I need some information. I have picked up rumors of Jester trying to locate the Joker. I want to find them both, along with their accomplices, and start with cleaning Gotham up with them. Joker is the face of the disease destroying Gotham. Mia here, has offered to help me restore order in Gotham." I then took a seat next to Mia.

"I know you are likely aware that I do not use...lethal means, to achieve a goal. But things have...changed. People like us, we are professionals. We have the capabilities to enter into this mess and eradicate the disease crippling Gotham without collateral damage. So, what I am asking is...Do you know where the Joker is? If we find him, Jester and Silver Queen will also find us. Then we can deal with all of them in a single swoop." I finished explaining.

As I leaned back, I tried to push the thoughts of the August I met out of my mind. As I tried to extract the information I needed from Ceecee. August had relocated to the Hero's Cafe to unwind from our fight.
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Ralph the Rat-16 Yrs-Mystic Ruins, Mobius

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As I observed the effects of my own attack against the creature, I saw that I had scored far more damage than I could have ever hoped. Actually managing to wipe out an entire arm from the giant beast, which towered over us all, but as for myself, barely reaching above three feet, I was about the size of his large toe. At least it seemed that way. With the brief respite from the battle, I finally met who I could assume was the one who was responsible for sending Mir to help me before, a assumption that he confirmed. As he spoke to me, Solar the Hedgehog, and Trix the Linx had both run up from behind me. Solar was readying to help me fight this new threat alongside our new allies, while Trix was struggling to carry all of the Chaos Emeralds in her arms, dropping two as she stopped next to me. Which she simply dropped the others at her feet, just next to me.

"Ralph, I brought the Emeralds for you to use again. I know if you use them then you can defeat this monster, and everything will return to normal...right?" She asked, more worried than confident. I then closed my duel colored eyes. Sighing deeply as my own whiskers flowed with the wind.

"No." I said simply. Trix seemed confused, but Solar had heard the lessons before.

"I cannot use the Emeralds again. At least not quickly enough to make a difference in this battle. They grant immeasurable power to a being who can harness them, but that power only lasts a brief while. So, the same being cannot endlessly use their power without end. It is a sort of...limiter." I then opened my eyes and looked over to Solar.

He could use them, but while the Emeralds would grant him the power, Solar lacks the training and experience to take on a monster like this Claus. With my arms crossed, I glanced up at Max.

"Maxwell is what your are called? You sent Mir to help me when I was fighting Perfect Chaos. You trusted that I could be a friend. I will return that favor. I am going to trust that you will not abuse this gift." I then began to pick the Emeralds up, and as I did so, Solar and Trix followed my example. I carried the green, silver and yellow emeralds while Trix held the blue and pink and Solar took hold of the red and cyan emeralds. Then, we positioned the Emeralds before Max, just as Claus revealed himself once more.

Shouting more profanity and lurching his way back over to us. The wild life dying in flames with each step he took, the sky turned into a burning orange color and the very clouds began to rain a weak acid with the very presence of this monster. Destroying Mobius simply by being here.

I spun around to face him a final time, Solar at my side.

"Trix, run back to the Temple! Leave us to deal with this monster!" Her ears sunk downward, but knowing she would only be in the way. She began to slowly run back to the perceived safety of the Temple.

As the final chapter seemed about to close, I gave the signal to Solar to attack, the small hedgehog went into his spin dash position and began to rapidly spin on the ground, throwing up dirt all around him, continuing to rack up speed and velocity like a orange cannon. I then focused my mind, as I began to use my newly discovered abilities in telekinesis to enhance my own physical capabilities.

As Solar flashed over to Claus, I was shocked when he was slapped backwards easily despite the amazing speed of the spin dash attack. I stretched out an arm, in a effort to stop his fall, but was only able to cushion it. I quickly confirmed that Solar was still alright, and leaped upwards, increasing the height of the jump with telekinesis and throwing as strong of a punch as I could manage. The blow hit the target, but Claus dd not even notice it, instead he simply brushed me away and kept his march straight at Max.

As I recovered from the hit, I fired a barrage of telekinetic bullets at the backside of Claus, while Solar dashed towards him and then attempted a homing attack. The assaults hit him, but this time only served to get his attention, having finally had enough of us, he quickly turned around and began to breathe hell flames in my direction.

Just before I felt the heat of the flames, Solar grabbed me, and began to drag me away from the attack. As he ran far faster than the speed of sound at the moment. Even then he could not outrun the flames, and in the last second I threw up a psychic shield to save us both from the attack.

Once the flames had subsided, I collapsed onto a single knee, and Solar was hunched over, out of breath. As it became clear, in our normal states, we are out of our class.

This battle's outcome, and the fate of Mobius and the Chaos Emeralds. Now rest on the shoulders of Maxwell Morningstar.
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Daniel Carter/NightBlade-32 Yrs-Devil's Den

I ignored what Ceecee warned me about the 'disease'. As it was unimportant. What was important, is that Ceecee had agreed to aid me in my mission. Her own skills were not necessary, but useful all the same. And it would be nice to have her around, as Mia, despite her...eagerness. Is more likely to try for an autograph from the Joker rather than kill him, or the Jester for that matter. When Ceecee asked mentioned that I may have faced someone like the Joker in my own world, my mind flashed back to the first meeting with my world's Joker. A fight...that I was lucky to leave. However, that was then, and this is now. "Yeah, I have run into my world's Joker once. I may not know him as well as the Batman, but I think I can guess his style." I then relaxed slightly in my own seat. As I contemplated on how she noticed my different attire. I had explained it to Mia, but Ceecee probably knows well enough. But even so, some casual conversation in this atmosphere is never a bad thing. "The new uniform, is not so much for mourning as you may believe." I began to handle casually one of my own sub machine guns. As I began to calmly explain the new guise.

"Reporters like a story, imagine the headlines if they ever saw the Sentinel with one of these?" I asked rhetorically. However, then looking over at Mia. Seeing her previously flush face now almost in a pout.

I could not figure her out, I am not even convinced she can figure herself out. In fact, she seemed to get this way when she met Ceecee, then the lines connected.

She thought she was having a moment with Ceecee...

I placed a hand on my forehead, and it was almost obvious, even behind my mask that I was smiling.

The thought was actually quite funny, as it was plain for me to see Ceecee was, if not interested, entirely oblivious to the fan girl mode of Mia. I forced myself back on topic so that they would not question me on what I found humorous.

"So, you say you have been collecting information I believe? But you cannot find any pattern, well I can solve the missing link. If you could show me what information you have found, I am confident I can at least narrow down our search." My eyes then traced back to a large TV in the lounge, showcasing fights in the Arena. It was then that I realized that Ceecee probably had not had a good fight in a long time. Perhaps she should let off some steam before we go.

I then glanced over at Mia. Having a inward laugh. And it would be amusing to see which of us Mia would cheer for. I then presented my idea to Ceecee.

"After you show me the information, we dont have to leave immediately. Perhaps we could warm up, a battle in the Arena perhaps? I am sure Mia here would like to, see you in action." I dropped, trying to see if Ceecee would pick up on what is going on inside Mia's head.

I finally stood up and stretched. Looking down at the two.

"So, I assume we have a deal?"
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Mayla Carter-34 Yrs-Metropolis

That day. The day seemed so long ago, but in reality. It was just two days ago. The day me and Sabrina had left Daniel, we rented an apartment. Hoping we could convince Daniel to finally stay home, give up the superhero business which has done nothing for our family, even if the world needs it. What Daud said that day, when he visited me after Daniel's arrest was true. I dont really believe the world can have Sentinel, and allow us to have Daniel at the same time. But, it was something else which was having me leave Metropolis, to go find Daniel. Something only I could explain, and I was not even sure where to begin. That I met some cosmic being, someone who called herself Balance...and that I made a very big decision without him. I wished to have our son back, but there is a price. There is always a price with these beings.The price, was not my own life for his, no, too many mothers would do that. The price that I paid, to have my son revived, is that I will never be able to see him, hear him, touch him or hold him. I wont be able to speak to him nor ask him how his day was. Watch him grow up, or go to prom. I only know that he is alive. If this curse extends to the rest of my family, I do not know and that is another thing I want to find out.

Hopefully, Daniel will still be able to see him, and he can tell me how he is. What he looks like. And who he loves.

If I could only be so lucky.

I was walking down a rather well lit avenue in Metropolis. Too deep in thought to fly, as I wanted to be with my own thoughts for now. There were people scattered around, but the streets were hardly packed. My hair flowed gently in the wind, as I was awoken from my concentration by sounds of a struggle, and someone attempting to...get information from someone.

"Where is he?" I stopped, and began to listen. I could hear the sounds of a man whimper as he pleaded that he did not know. My head swiveled as I attempted to find the source, and tracked it to an alley way.

"Sentinel! He is famous! You must know at least where he was seen last!"

That got my attention, I dashed into the alley way in nearly sonic speed. Positioning myself between a very large man of asian descent, and a bloody and thin victim. I stopped the giant's fist with my open palm. Although, he did not seem the least bit upset, as he did not even try and prevent the man he was interrogating, who saw his chance, from running away. Leaving the two of us in the alley way.

The man was easily about 6'4 and had deep almond skin. His crimson hair resembled either deep flames, or blood and had a top knot tied in his hair. His clothing, looked like that of a Street Fighter. A deep black gi with ripped sleeves exposing his full and powerful arms. His feet were barefoot and his eyes...his eyes burned a deep red, even in the darkness of the alley way.

But most of all, I could sense his ki. It was foul, malevolent...and powerful. This man was no doubt powerful, how much so...I do not know. But if a man like this is searching for my husband, after showing no hesitation in brutally beating a bystander for directions. I was certain whoever this was, would rather not meet Daniel.

He lifted his fist away from me and took a step back. His voice deep and aggressive.

"Perhaps you, know something of value to me. I am looking for Sentinel, a hero who is but a man, but defeats opponents far more powerful than himself. Tell me, where I can find him."

I answered with my own question.

"What do you intend to do when you meet him?" His answer was what I expected.

"I wish to fight him." I countered.

"You mean kill him." The man was growing impatient.

"If he dies, then that is of no concern to me. I am Akuma, the strongest warrior in the world. I seek to prove this by finding, and defeating Sentinel. If he cannot survive the fight, then it only proves that I am superior."

My eyes flashed as I sensed him. This man, this...monster. Is far stronger than my husband Daniel. I am sure Daniel could find a way to defeat him, but, I wont allow him to take that chance. My own stance grew aggressive, as I took a step closer to him, looking up into his eyes with a silent fury.

"It's men like you, why my husband cannot rest. I know Sentinel, I married Sentinel. And not only will I not tell you where he is, but I assure you, that you are not his equal." I then gave a cocky smirk. "you are not even, my equal. Sentinel may not be able to move a mountain, but he is far more threatening than you. It is men like you, which has caused my family this pain. I am tired of waiting back home, not knowing if he will ever make it back. If I will ever see my children's face again. Not today, today I am going to know that Daniel does not have to worry about you, because I will make you wish you never met me."

The man stayed silent, and did not seem the least bit offended. Letting several moments pass before speaking.

"Fine then. You will be my newest test, a bargain then. If I win, you tell me where your husband is. And if I lose, you or your family will never see me again." I was almost afraid it was too easy.

"I have your word?" The man was brutal, but I could tell he was no liar.

"I have not the patience to lie. I will not however, promise that you will survive your injuries for very long after this battle however." Akuma then tightened his fists, and slammed his right foot into the cement, fracturing the pavement in several directions as his deep red ki glowed around him, his own hair flared up.

"Know that I am AKUMA, and you will know the meaning of pain!"
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Daniel Carter/NightBlade-38 Yrs-Devil's Den

I listened intently to the information on the Joker as it was presented. How he appeared seemingly at random around locations, where Batman had defeated him, but as per his MO...there was no obvious pattern. The Joker is a wild card, always has been. Either in this world, or my own. I noticed each and every mention of locations. The chemical plant, Amusement Mile, Water Reservoir, Power Plant....it then took a moment to make my own guess. No, more like a prediction, based off my experience with the Clown Prince of Crime. "Funhouse Toys." I stated flatly, and then explained. "It should be his next stop, it is a defunct company which used to make cheap toys for poor families, based in the narrows of Gotham. Several scams about safety issues regarding the quality of their toys eventually shut the business down, laying off a thousand employees, and skyrocketing crime in the Narrows. The place used to serve as a base for Joker, and it is just his taste." I then continued to speculate as I began to notice Ceecee, seemingly...talk to herself? I read her lips and used that to deduce, from the structure of the statements and vocabulary, it was a symptom of some sort of multiple personality. I chose to act as if I did not notice though.

"And if I am right, by the time we arrive, Jester and possibly Silver Queen will be hot on our heels, if they are not already close to there now." I then looked over to Mia, non verbally extending the invitation to spectate our 'practice bout' in the arena. A event I am sure she will be ecstatic about. "As for your rules, they sound fair. First to fall three times loses." I then remembered that this...soldier...mercenary, had fought against Killer Croc back at Arkham. A impressive feat.

"I have head about your fight with Killer Croc, even in my own world. I had never faced him. Not even as Batman." I left the fact unsaid that while she was fighting Killer Croc, a formidable foe, I was battling against the likes of Deathstroke, Deadpool and Lady Shiva. A battle, that was televised throughout Gotham, so she likely knows about that regardless. All of that aside, I am confident that she is skilled in martial art capability. Not to mention she has her own arsenal of technology, much like myself. But as the rules state, this is just hand to hand fighting. She may be a soldier, but I have bested humans, assassins, aliens and machines using hand to hand. Building my career on making myself so skilled in martial arts, that it would not matter if I have powers or not.

So, as we both entered the Arena, I looked her over, before deciding. That I should hold a keen edge under the guidelines set. As soon as we stepped into the ring, I could see holographic and magical displays go up. Bets and votes began being racked on them. A 'Unknown vs the Club Owner' naturally the bets leaned heavily in her own favor.

I began to wonder if that would change if this establishment knew that I was Sentinel?

Mia watched from the best vantage point in the club, and I slowly, entered into my first chosen position. My suspicion was that being a soldier, she would be unaccustomed to combating unusual or unconventional fighting styles. The stance I entered, displayed my chosen style as capoeira. A style which uses speed, acrobatics, dance and music in it's form. Perfect for the club setting.

At the start of the round, I decided to make the first move, choosing not to seem as If I am holding back against Ceecee. As I moved in for the fight, I did not do so in a predictable fashion, such as a dash or guarded advance, but in a weaving series of flips, spins and dance like moves that seemed almost as if my first kick, was on beat to the beat of the music in the club, as in a moment I moved in a sporadic pattern and positioned myself to make what was a powerful spinning aerial kick given momentum from a whirlwind of a spin. Producing more than a thousand pounds of force, all while keeping my upper body, arms and elbows balanced so that I could rapidly flow into the same unpredictable dance movements for another attack.

Certain, that my tactic of turning her military training, into her greatest handicap.

August Carter-20ish Yrs-Devil's Den

From what I could tell, my father had not left the Devil's Den, on the contrary, he seems to have entered the Arena once more. I did not pay attention to his opponent, instead keeping myself in the Hero's Cafe, with a light meal just placed in front of me, as my helmet rested to my right side on the counter. Sitting atop a stool, I took a bite from a rather...delicious ice cream, eating my dessert before my main course. Retaining my child like eating habits, being magically revived and physically older, does not mean that I naturally matured mentally. That is not really a handicap, but I am sure I may get a odd glance when I stop in gas stations and purchase bags of candy rather than cigarettes.

I closed my eyes though, as the flood of thoughts hit me.

I...I dont remember...

I cant remember how I died. I also cannot remember anything to explain how I am still alive. I reached the conclusion it was useless to dwell on it now, and to comfort myself with the delicious Banana Split. Instead turning my own attention to how to get through to my dad. He does not believe I am...well...me. Although I cannot say I blame him.

My mind pondered those thoughts, until it was interrupted by, not by the emptiness of my now gone ice cream, having finished it all. But rather from a girl, err woman...entering the Cafe. My head turned, a dumbfounded expression on my face.

Is that....Chorus? Holy crap! The popstar, she....HERE? I am like, the biggest fan. I mean, Sis gives me so much crap for liking a pop artist, but she's different.

I averted my gaze and tried to hide my flushing face. Knowing I likely get even an autograph from the celebrity. My eyes then hit my helmet, and...I realized...realized I am a hero for crying out loud! I can probably get a lot more than an autograph! Like...a date!

I wonder if she will like my video game collection....

Not thinking about it, I scooped my helmet up and immediately thrust it on my head. Hiding my crimson red cheeks. I stood up, payed my tab....in change. And puffed myself up sticking my armored chest out. Approaching the woman unaware she could not speak, even if she wanted to.

"Uh, hello there..." I started off nervously. o, I need to sound more confident. Girls love confidence! Altering my voice somewhat attempting to sound 'more manly' oblivious to my already developed adult voice in my new body, rendering the whole effort pointless, I started again.

"I am...Ranger." I said with what I thought was a suave tone. "Well, I happen to be a major fan of yours, ya know...when I am not...fighting bad guys and stuff. I was just wondering, if instead of a autograph we could...." I then nervously looked back to the Cafe, and the idea of more ice cream hit me.

"You could have a ice cream with me. I could get you a Banana Split...good stuff." I finished, actually satisfied with how I handled my introduction. Seeing as she could not see just how inescapably scared I was, seeing as I was hiding behind my helmet. But my weak knees sure gave it away.
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Mayla Carter-34 Yrs-Uninhabited Pacific Island




This man's ki signature began to expand wildly, however, I placed my index and middle finger to my own forehead, closed my eyes and lightly placed a hand on his shoulder. Using the technique of Instant Transmission to teleport us away from the city. Arriving at a uninhabited island where we can fight freely. Akuma looked around for a moment, the sun high above us, being on the other side of the planet now, we went from the night of Metropolis to the afternoon of the Pacific. Akuma spoke in a rather pleased tone, knowing that we would be able to fight freely here. "Excellent, an interesting technique you have. Are you prepared? A true warrior, enters a battle with all powers at the ready." I refocused my eyes from the volcano in the distance to the large fighter in front of me, the sound of native birds and wildlife ringing in my ears. It was quite a contrast, Akuma stood here looking the part of a fighter, his black gi and shoeless feet with exposed arms. Me on the other hand, I was wearing sneakers, blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I lazily locked eyes with Akuma.

"I am not a warrior, I'm a extremely annoyed house wife. And that should scare the hell out of you." Akuma snorted, and once more entered his combat stance, lightly jumping up and down in front of me.

"Enough talk, let's decide which of us is more worthy."

Akuma then immediately moved into the attack, using a martial style that I am unfamiliar with, one seeming to depend upon controlling the offensive. As he threw his first punch, which I could see had plenty of power I zipped to his back side as his punch connected with a large palm tree, easily splitting it in half. Beach sand and wind was kicked up from the blow, but I was able to evade it fairly easily.

"You're powerful. But your slow." I retaliated with a roar and threw a kick aimed at his spine, trying to end the fight in a single kick. But my appearance of confidence transformed into confusion in a quick fashion, as time seemed t slow down and Akuma literally seemed to phase past me. Time almost stood still as I saw too late that he had somehow bypassed me entirely and placed himself at my own back, and before I could respond, he grappled me from behind and launched me backwards into the air behind him, sending me flying towards the beach and landing hard in the sand. Sending waves of the grainy rough material flying in all directions.

My vision blurred into focus as I saw Akuma, casually walking over to my location in the dirt. Gritting my teethe in frustration, as I realized that this could possibly be the most dangerous fight I have ever been in. There is far more to this man, than what he appears. I threw myself back up and placed myself in the sky, using my ki to fly, I chose to keep distance and use maneuverability on him. I fired a single blast of ki to test his defenses in long range, and Akuma braced himself in the ground, and placed his own hands back. As if he was preparing his own ki blast, but instead unleashed a purple fireball from his hands.

"Gou Hadouken!" He cried as the two attacks collided and a small shockwave occurred.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment as I shielded them from the explosion made by the blast, awakened with a bellowing cry from Akuma.

"Gou Shoryuken!"

The next sensation I felt was his fist smashing into my jaw with break neck power. As he was able to leap to my height of more than two stories in the air and deliver the devastating punch, then transformed his attack by launching a aerial combo. Slamming me with a series of spinning kicks like a whirlwind, sending me hurling into the island rainforest, blowing down several trees as I blasted through them.

I landed on my stomach, and with effort opened my own eyes. Seeing a very frightened monkey in front of me, as if I had just come blasting through his tree as he had his mid day meal. I began to push myself back up, as I could no longer see Akuma past the tree line. But I could hear him...and he sounded disappointed.

"You pitiful WOMAN! PROVE TO ME YOUR WORTH!"

With blood seeping from my lip and forehead, I knew that I could not hold back against this enemy. He will kill me if I give him anything less than all I possess. But there was something about his chi. It was...overbearing, corrupting...rage began to flow inside of me as my desire to win this fight began to rise. My hand found my vibranium sword on instinct, as I infused it with my own ki. Vastly enhancing it's own properties.

I then hurdled through the jungle, flying at hypersonic speeds and blasting away vegetation in my own path as I blasted toward him with my charged blade.

"AAARRRGGHHH!"

With my own battle cry, I struck Akuma with a downward slash from the sword so fast he had no time to dodge, blood spurted onto me as he flew backwards, nearly collapsing but instead fell to one knee. I would not allow him to rest, I threw out a barrage of lightning punches and kicks, each blow sending him reeling backwards. The momentum from my attacks throwing him in the direction of the island volcano. I launched him into the air, and began to fly and assault him at the same time, not allowing his body to fall to the ground. Finally, delivering a powerful kick which blasted him though a rock formation about half way up the Volcano. Blood seeped from his body, as bruises covered his chest and arms. His gi now a tattered rag.

I breathed heavily across from him, surprised at my own brutality in the attack. Until it seemed that Akuma was actually...pleased, with what has happened.

"You feel it dont you...the power...the meaning of life and strength. That, is the power of the Satsui no Hado. Merely with my own presence, and this battle you have already tasted it's power. Tell me, it feels good to wield doesn't it? Well, you should embrace it wife of Sentinel. For only one who has mastered the Satsui no Hado, or Surge of the Intent to Kill, can defeat me." It was then that his red eyes flared up at me as he threw both of his arms back, screaming at me.

"And you, are not it's MASTER!"

Akuma then lifted his massive fist in the air, and I could see the evil chi being focused in it, but it was too late. Slamming his charged fist into the volcano, created a shockwave so powerful, it activated the dormant volcano, created an earthquake and sent a tsunami reeling in all directions.

I was sent cascading away from him due to the sheer force of the blast. As he again used his teleporting technique to catch me and continue his abuse. He drove his knee into my gut and blood poured from my mouth as he continued by hurling back at the volcano, which was now spitting smoke and soot with lava pouring from it's mouth. He glided down to where I crashed and seemed to have a smile on his face, believing he had won.

But his expression changed as he noticed the weight of a massive boulder, one larger than a three story house and weighing tons, lifted off of the ground, which I sent flying at him at fastball speeds.

But that was not the real attack.

I then flew high above the rocketing boulder and shot forth several ki blasts, blasting the boulder from one dangerous falling object into thousands of devastating ones. The razor sharp stone rain shower had the desired affect.

Akuma was pelted endlessly as what may as well been a meteor shower hit him. Ignoring my own pain, I flew at him, with my own ki aura surrounding me. Grabbing his throat I flew high up over the island with him, and then grabbed him close to myself, as I sent us both hurling towards the ocean beneath us. At the last moment, throwing Akuma with such force that despite the water he smashed straight into the bed rock and sent the water flying in all directions. Only for it to flow back and cover his form beneath the waves.

Killing him.

I relaxed, as I lowered myself to just above the water. My mind racing, as i contemplated the actions I had made.

I had just...murdered a man...

Before I could question my own morals though, the water beneath me began to stir, and my eyes began to react with a horror.

No...he's...still ALIVE?!



Akuma, or what remained of him blasted from the ocean and in a moment he was face to face with me once more. I did not recognize him however. He transformed into a monster, who placed both hands upon my throat with crushing force, and sent me barreling back to the island, forming a crator the size of a football field all around me.

The now deep blue skinned, white hair warrior approached me with his same violent, glowing eyes.

"I am Oni. The God of Evil....and your destruction."

There is no running. I...have to defeat him...or he will kill me here. I dont think he even cares about finding Daniel anymore...

My eyes flashed as I remembered my training. My past, from the days on Oa, to training under my husband. I have faced death before, and this monster is no different!

I began to push my body past it's limits, just standing up. But Oni was relentless. He threw a punch into me so powerful, that I was sent skidding to across the blue seas and into another island. Spreading the borders of our war zone. He cought up to me once more, and slammed his knee into my skull, and then as I staggered backward, he used his vastly empowered fireball attack, embraced by the scorching pain of what felt like hell fire. I collapsed onto my own knees, as Oni stood over me, placing one hand on each of my shoulders and picking me up like a doll.

"Now feel the embrace of death, your very soul will be destroyed by this move! Shun Goku Satsu!"

The pain was unnatural, my eyes shot open as my scream played the melody of torture. His evil blue aura wrapping around me, as things began to grow cold. My mind was a blank, as he finally dropped me, turning his back...he walked away.

I collapsed into the sand, steam and smoke rising from my body, as something was wrong.

I hurt....I feel....pain....immense pain....

That means...I...am...alive.

The blue demon stopped, as he began to sense that my ki was still very much alive. As well as my soul. My battered body, some skin torn away as sand and smoke and sea water clung to my form. I stood up, defying all reality....defying my own death....defying his power.

My eyes shot open, as I saw with a certain clarity I never had before. I blitzed towards him, striking him with blows from seemingly every direction at once. But it was no magic, it was speed. I then launched myself into the air and began to pour the last of my ki into my sword in one hand, and a concentrated ball of ki energy in my other.

Finally, I moved into the last phase of the fight, infusing pure electrical power into the vibranium sword, I had infused it with the very power of a lightning strike. Slashing the monster with it, I electricity poured from the blade, electrifying his body and sending spirals of lightning into the sky around us. Then I firmly planted my own palm against his bare chest, releasing the ki energy I had charged up.

"Lightning Cannon!"

The strike threw him backwards and crashing into a mountain, causing an avalanche above him, which came towering downward and seemingly crushing the raging demon. Ending our fight.

I staggered back, entirely spent and exhausted. Falling backward into the sand, I thought of nothing...not if he was still alive, or if I had killed him.

Greeted only by the embrace of a exhausted sleep as I lost consciousness.

The titanic battle, over.
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Daniel Carter/NightBlade-38 Yrs-Devil's Den

It seems I have made a error in judgement, as Ceecee was able to take the full blow and then reposition herself at my back throwing me off balance. Attempting to slam her knee into the back of my head, I knew that if the hit landed, it would cause a lot more than simple pain. By matter of luck, we were not very far from the wall of the arena. Unable to land firmly and move around, I instead placed my foot firmly on the wall, and then followed with the other one. Kicking off hard, I was able to flip backwards over her avoiding the knee by centimeters, but the maneuver was rushed, in my haste to avoid the blow. I landed imperfectly and onto my stomach.

A point for Ceecee.

I threw myself back up and analyzed what had just happened. Going in with less than half of the force I could have used was unwise, surely, but what was more important is that she was able to track the erratic movements rather easily. I am not surprised that she was able to take the hit once she blocked the kick, I am surprised she was able to guess from where the attack would come. She made it seem before that logic, patterns and numbers were all she knew.

The style I used....possesses none of that. However, she was able to react quickly enough to make the advantage I anticipated irrelevant. I then contemplated my options, as I looked around and saw the crowd booing at me having avoided the blow. This is her own club now, so naturally she would be the favorite. How many people are willing to bet against the woman who owns where you get your drinks?

But more than that, I also cannot seem to far advanced for her either. For my own benefit, I dont want any unneeded attention. So, perhaps losing the fight...no, a draw would do just fine. Would help me to cover my identity as Sentinel. Although, if I make it obvious, In will insult her, and I dont want that. I may have already done just that.

Finally deciding on a course of action, I switched up styles. Moving into a ninjutsu stance. Starting to show off the sheer amount of styles I can use. This time I dashed straight at her, launching a volley of punches and a leg sweep trying to throw her off balance. But each punch, was off ever so slightly. Just enough to allow for a small opening, one that would not be obvious to Ceecee, as I anticipated how quickly she would adapt to this new change up in styles, as I faked out with a left hook, before executing a high blade kick which was aimed squarely at her jaw line with more than 11,000 pounds of force, only it like my earlier punches was off in accuracy by the smallest, and leaving me standing on one leg left my own stability in balance compromised, giving a opening for Ceecee to score a second point, should she make use of the chance.

August Carter/Ranger-13(23 Yrs) Yrs-Devil's Den

She...cant speak? In fact, looking at her now...I have never seen her look so bad. Her face is stained, hair a mess, clothes dirty and really...I almost feel bad for asking her at all. But then, at least she did not die. Things can get worse right? Of course, is dying really that bad if you dont remember anything from it? Eh, who knows. I then motioned for her to sit at the same bar in the cafe I was previously at. Placing myself upon one of the spinning cushioned stools I began to swivel in my seat slightly as I sat, as I removed my helmet, praying I was no longer blushing....as badly.

"Sorry about your voice. I have had a rough day too." I mentioned, placing my helmet next to me, as I signaled the waitress and requested two banana splits, with caramel covering.

My mind raced with what to talk to her about...her career? No I bet she hears about that all the time. My video games? Nah, she does not look like a gamer. Eventually I simply started with my own name.

"My name is-" I stopped myself just short of introducing myself. Having a revelation. You know what is even cooler than a name? A superhero name! Yeah, I will introduce myself as my hero alias. The problem is....I dont have one!

I stammered for a second, stalling for time until I thought of something, before finally saying the first thing which popped into my mind.

"I'm...Ranger. Thats what they call me anyways." I turned red a bit as I realized how cheesy that sounds. So i decided to turn the conversation towards her.

"So, is Chorus your real name? Or just for shows?" I asked, trying to distract her from my fumbling. Just as the ice cream arrived, which I did not notice as my eyes were transfixed on the girl in front of me. Which would make anything wait...even ice cream.

Sabrina El Carter/Star Girl-18 Yrs-Siberian Tundra

I could not feel how cold it was. But I know it was freezing, after all, it is never really warm in the heart of Siberia. I was out here to train, at least that is what I told myself. But i had not done an ounce of training since I got here. Truthfully I was just trying to clear my head. And it is peaceful here. My eyes could see everything clearly, there were packs of wolves in the treeline, which had kept their distance since I arrived here. A rabbit weaving through the snow and a column of ants moving up a dead tree. I saw it all. I was wearing my new uniform, reminding me of my father. After all he was the one who gave it to me.

I smiled to myself, I was supposed to be Sentinel's new partner. The smile faded, that was before August was murdered though. Now, nothing is much the same. I am a clone of a old friend of my father's and was adopted when I was aged physically at four years old. A year later, my little brother was born.

I gave a slight smile. Not from any pleasure, but from some of my fonder child hood memories. Back when my family, actually seemed like a family. Now, it looks like my mommy and daddy wont even stay together anymore.

not that it affects me too much, I am 18 now. Essentially grown. In an effort to distract myself from the line of thought, I used my X-Ray vision to see what I could find around here. Immediately locking on to something....unexpected.

My eyes zooming in, what I saw was...a, person?

I stood up slowly, trying to confirm if I actually saw, what it is I thought I saw. I then raced over to her, expecting her to be dead. But instead finding a woman, who was not frozen, but quite cold. The odd part was, when I looked at her through my x-ray vision, her organs were fine. Everything was in working order, she just lacked a...spark?

The girl's eyes were closed, but like me she had long blond hair. Her clothing was...very light and..revealing for such weather, making me wonder how she arrived here to begin with. Her figure was slim and overall attractive, she did not appear malnurished or anything resembling that.

As I stood over the find, which was more than enough to distract me from my own problems. I closed my eyes to think, this day has just gotten weirder.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Mon Jul 13, 2015 7:18 am

Ralph the Rat-16 Yrs-Mobius

Calm seemed to settle over the world, but that would be a lie. The ordeal was far from over. The ailment of our world did not end simply for the defeat of the titans who invaded this world. The biosphere, what makes all life on Mobius possible, is dying. And fast. My eyes were drawn to the sight of the sky, filled with many unnatural colors, resembling flames flicking about the sky. The clouds themselves, normally bearers of life were now carrying chemicals poisonous to this world. An apocalypse had arrived, because I failed to keep the secrets of these Emeralds hidden. I lowered my head, no, surely someone such as these would have come in due time. Hearing Max, explain that even he, had arrived only in order to acquire the power of the Emeralds as well, I was not as surprised as I thought I would be. Trix and Solar stepped closer to me, as if trying to gauge on my own reaction, and to anticipate how I would respond. The Chaos Emeralds, as well as the shards of the Master Emerald are in our reach, so easy to simply hand them off to someone else. Allow another being to bear this burden.

I turned my own back on Max. As it may have appeared I had denied his request, but instead, I began to ascend the crumbling alter of the shattered Master Emerald, their pieces scattered around the Alter, as it was destroyed by Scourge at the start of this battle.

I projected my gloved hands out toward the shards, as they slowly, began to swirl together in a circular motion. The jade shards then rapidly increased in velocity. AS they tightened their density and after a couple moments, a brilliant Jade light flashed and in it's place, the awe of the Master Emerald appeared once more.

The Emerald hung above me, and I finally turned around, to face Max who was standing a fair distance from the alter.

"I have failed in my mission to protect the Master Emerald, to safe guard the Chaos Emeralds and to defend Mobius. I have already placed my faith in you to save Mobius from Maelstrom Claus. I will as well place that same faith in you to save our people from Mobius itself." I then turned away and motioned for him to approach the Master Emerald.

"But there is one more being that must be saved. A God of sorts, whose wisdom we shall need in order to survive. But the problem is, she is the guardian spirit of Mobius, with the Master Emerald restored, she will be able to place her being within it, so she may survive this crisis."

Solar and Trix appeared perplexed. But Max seemed to be experienced with such beings.

It was the, that a spectral being seemed to appear from within the Master Emerald. She had the form of a Echidna Mobian to my eyes, however, she has no true form. She appears as whatever you envision her as, so it is entirely possible for Max to see a human in her place.

For me, her pink fur and white robes shown a humble appearance for such an ancient being.

The otherworldly being floated just above the alter before us, as she spoke. But from the looks on everyone else's face, me and Max were the only ones capable of seeing her.

"Ralph, the failure is not yours to bear. The events that have transpired here, while they will leave a great scar on our memory, are necessary. The realm that Max speaks of, is one that will face threats possibly to great for them to handle without the power of the Chaos Emeralds. That may not even be enough, they will need my people. All of them at their side. The Mobians, the Humans...and the Overlanders as well. Ralph the Rat, steadfast, loyal and brave. I hereby release you from your burden of the Chaos Emeralds...Max, shall be the bearer of the Chaos Emeralds now."

Aurora then addressed Maxwell.

"This is a great power I am presenting to you. These relics, hold great power. In search of your quest to find them, other attention was drawn here as well. For this power, you have offered to find a new home for my people. Beyond that, as the bearer of the Emeralds, I request that you use the positive force of the Chaos Emeralds, and when needed, defend New Mobius, wherever that may be. Be there Champion, for you will possess a power which belonged to them. Protect the Emeralds, and ensure that no creatures like Chaos or Maelstrom can make use of them."

Finally, she began to fade away, speaking to me one last time.

"Ralph, the Master Emeralds will be under your own protection. Should the Chaos Emeralds ever be abused, keep the Master Emerald safe so that their power can be made no more. The Master Emerald is the key Ralph, ensure it's survival."

As she faded within the Master Emerald. I looked up at Max, by duel colored eyes meeting his own. Both of us had been given a great responsibility.

There was something in this man. Something that I have seen, and that Aurora has confirmed. He is worthy of defending the Chaos Emeralds. Of being a Champion for not only his, or my own...but our people.

But it is now time to leave this world.

As we both descended from the alter, I spoke to Max, as he prepared to use Chaos Control on a scale that it has never been used on. The transference of every man, woman and child on Mobius, along with the Chaos and Master Emeralds.

"Max, when we arrive to New Mobius....I presume you have little interest in staying on this new homeworld for my people. Which means that the Chaos Emeralds will be with you, elsewhere." I glanced back at the Master Emerald.

"The Master Emerald is tied to the Chaos Emeralds. Even if I must guard the Master Emerald on New Mobius...I would like to see your world. A world which bears beings as powerful as yourself. I too, desire to grow stronger. So that I need not to depend upon the powers of the Emeralds to save my own people. I desire to save them..." I then said it to myself, more than anyone else.

"With my own power."

Trix the Linx and Solar the Hedgehog stood next to me. Confident smiles on both of them.

"Dont worry Ralph, you are the Master Emerald's Guardian still, and New Mobius will always have me to protect it in your absence." Then Trix spoke up.

"Thats right, and I will always be there to back you." I closed my eyes, smiling. Pleased at the wisdom that I was bestowed.

More than food, water or weapons....a valuable ally, can save your life.

It was now time, to turn the page, and to embark on a new beginning.
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Daniel Carter/NightBlade-38 Yrs-Devil's Den

Just as I had predicted, Ceecee had used the scizzor kick to throw me off balance, and score her second point. While also falling herself, throwing a point in my own direction. She must had believed that the trade off was worth the risk. Perhaps, I have allowed her to get too confident. Regardless, it seems as if she has not suspected me of throwing the point. So, it is time to move in for the end game. I will fight for a win, and I am certain, that a draw will likely fall into place with her head start. As I fell onto my back, I hastily recovered and placed myself up. And entered a stance that was very alien, a form that would be impossible for her to recognize.

That is the case, because the style is that of the White Martians. My most favored alien martial style. One that forgoes almost all thought of defense, and creates a unrelenting onslaught of speed and power. The alien aspect of it, the movements I am hoping will also throw her off form.

White Martian, a style practiced by a now near extinct species. One that could go several rounds with the likes of Superman, so that should convey what kind of power it can achieve in the hands of a white martian. But I am human, so I can only use it to human limits. Even so, it is a brutal style.The reason to use it? Rather simple...

I am showing off now.

I then lurched into the attack, with surprising speed and momentum, delivering a frenzied offensive, of powerful kicks and punches, coordinated in a sporadic pattern and to use the sheer ferocity to back Ceecee into a wall. Where the point will be assured.

August Carter/Ranger-13(20ish Years)-Devil's Den

My real name? She really wants to know? Well, if she is that interested, I suppose I should tell her. I began scratching the back of my head, in my now signature nervous nature. Averting my eyes as I introduced myself. "Well, my name is August." I piped up, keeping my own last name a secret for now.

Alissa? That is much better than Chorus. A beautiful name.

"Alissa, that is a pretty name. It sounds nice, why dont you use that name rather than a stage name?"

I watched as she began to take a sip of her drink and alternate between that and the ice cream.

My own glass was filled with white milk, always a nice treat with ice cream. She then wrote on another napkin, asking if I was a super hero. I had certainly painted myself as one. I gave a sheepish grin.

"Yeah, but...I am pretty new. I was trained by my dad though, he is pretty famous. His name is Sentinel. Also, my mom also trained me some in ki usage and other martial arts, she used to be Robin. But my dad is the strongest at martial arts, no one can beat him." I droned on, oblivious to the fact I was spilling everything about my identity, as my family had been in the news non stop since my father's trial. And my own...disappearance.
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Daniel Carter/NightBlade-38 Yrs-Devil's Den

The style seemed to be working, Ceecee only had time to defend, and she was backed into a corner, which would force her to act in a unfavorable situation. The White Martian style uses strength and speed, as well as close proximity attacks to wither away at a foe and allow no time to counter. Of course, it is not a style suitable for combat against multiple opponents, but in single combat is devastating. It was when she finally reached the wall, Ceecee finally made her move, she threw forward a powerful kick in hopes of forcing me away and possibly scoring the final point. But I was too fast, in such close quarters, it took few movements to catch the kick with my own arms, and then grab the leg tightly. I then used a powerful grab to throw Ceecee to the other side of the ring.

She landed squarely on the other side of the ring, where the score became 2-2. I was beginning to get more in character, as I cracked my neck and stretched my shoulders, enjoying then fight. Of course, this was nearly over. Ceecee picked herself back up in a professional fashion, preparing herself. It was down to one final move.

I lunged into the attack, met swiftly by Ceecee. I moved into a spinning roundhouse kick, a rather basic move, but one packed with power. Ceecee launched her own kick as well, timed so that both of our attacks hit their marks at the same time. Knocking both of us backward, and ending the fight. The arena fell silent, as it was apparent massive disappointment spread through the gambling circles. But, no one dared to boo at the owner of the club, so one by one. They began to shuffle away.

That was actually quite enjoyable, a hell of a stress release. Of course, there were other effective forms of stress release of course. I thought to myself. "That was quite the bout Ceecee, not as if I did not know before, but you are definitely good enough to handle anything we can encounter in Gotham. We should go collect Mia and get out of here."

As we made our way from the ring, we found Mia and the three of us began moving to one of the exits. I held back on saying anything until we actually arrived in Gotham.

Passing through the portal, the city...looked more like Kabul in their civil war. The portal must have sent us to the gang controlled part of Gotham, as I did not see flashing blue lights around, barricades or nothing. In fact, this avenue was pretty empty. I took a mental note of the surroundings, and promptly turned to Mia and Ceecee.

"We will split into two teams. Myself and Mia, will head straight for the front door of the Funhouse Toy Factory. Drawing as much of the attention as possible. Ceecee, you will be our shadow team, move unseen and disrupt their efforts covertly. Trigger alarms in the wrong places, bring down communication equipment, hack files and send false orders if you can. Ensure these gangs cannot act in a coordinated manner. One we are on the inside of the factory, we will regroup and search for the Joker and his company. No one should be alone when they enter the Joker's Funhouse." I then drew by blade, while holding a submachine gun in my off hand.

"Are there any concerns or suggestions?"
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August Carter/Ranger-13(20ish Years)-Devil's Den

"Yeah, my dad is Daniel Carter. As for the celebrities...no not really. My parents tend to keep us away from having too public of a life." I then remembered the last few weeks. "When they can that is." The ice cream was almost gone now, and I was starting to get over my nervousness. "Yeah, my family is pretty strong. My dad is Sentinel, my mom can lift a building easily and used to be Robin. And my older sis can shoot heat beams from her eyes and is not hurt by...almost anything. Minus kryptonite of course."

A streak of sadness then hit my face, plain to see.

"My family may be splitting up. I don't know whats going to happen, I actually have no idea where my family are. My dad left this club, and I have not seen my sister or mom since I..disappeared."

I then tried to fake a smile and change the topic.

"But I will track them down, and everything will be alright. So, what about your family? Are they musicians too?" I asked, as I tried to learn more about her, seeing as she now knows where I come from.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Fri Jul 17, 2015 2:39 am

Daniel Carter/NightBlade-38 Yrs-Gotham city

As Ceecee left the two of us I began to move down the abandoned avenue allowing Mia to follow behind me. While there was essentially a war going on in Gotham, I am not expecting too much resistance, as I judged the relative silence we are enjoying to be a side effect of this area to be a known area where the Joker has resided. As there are few willing to venture into the Clown Prince's turf, even if the odds of him being there are slim. I then began to clue Mia in on my thought processes. "Keep an eye out, although between you and me. I doubt we will run into serious problems until we get close to Joker's hideout. There are not many, police or criminally insane, who would be spotted anywhere near where the Joker could possibly be." As I informed her on the situation, we continued our way to the old toy factory, the layout of the city, still amazes me on how identical it is to my Gotham, so finding my way is not a problem.

It did not take long before we began to arrive, and I started to wonder if Ceecee was having as easy of a time as we were. In fact, as we got closer, it was almost as if the Joker wanted to be found. Like he had set up a show and was desperate for an audience. It had taken us about a half hour to finally reach the sight of the old Funhouse Toy Factory in the narrows, and where we saw our first signs of any resistance.

There were about a dozen armed men with clown masks of varying types equipped with everything from civilian to police weaponry. Nothing I had never faced before. However, bullets are bullets. The entrance of the factory, was not how I remember it from my world however. The large walkway was flanked by two overly large nut cracker soldiers. Lights resembling that of a christmas tree were spread around and placed in a spider web like pattern. Speakers were playing carnival music as a large sign hung above the entrance, originally saying Funhouse but now had green spray paint placing 'Joker's' before Funhouse.

"Joker always has had a liking for the theatrical." I was just about to tell Mia how we would approach it, when I heard the familiar crackling laughter of the Joker erupt over the speakers.

"Now, I hope you have rehearsed your lines boys. Statistics show probability of Bat entanglements are drearily low. It is hard after all to be entertained by such a endangered species."

I allowed a moment to pass once Joker finished his 'broadcast'.

"Mia, stay close behind me. These men should not be a problem, but when dealing with someone this insane, let's not leave any openings."

I then loaded the sub machine gun in my left hand, while wielding the sword in my right. I then lunged into action, straight ahead as I created the diversion that Ceecee would use to infiltrate the factory, as the goons caught sight of us. Gunfire erupted as I dodged and ducked behind vehicles, using a mixture of speed and cover to close the distance and parry blows with the sword, while shooting the henchman in the legs and shoulders. Slicing several muscles and disabling goon after goon, finding it far easier when allowing myself to use lethal weapons, rather than engage all of them in hand to hand fighting.

I left several of the smaller ones for Mia, while I engaged the largest. A mountain man with no shirt on, and one of the same painted masks as the others, with green hair pasted to the mask and a red frown painted across the mask. The man wielded a large sledgehammer and gave a large overhead swing with it which I side stepped easily and slashed one of his lower legs with the sword, and then swiftly the other, forcing him to his knees. Despite his large size, wielding a simple and heavy weapon made him far too predictable, as he could only attack overhead, or in a side swing. Two options. Positioning myself behind him I swiftly slammed a backhand into his neck. Instantly putting him out.

I then looked up to observe Mia at work, naturally she seemed to be handling herself rather well.

As we were about to finish the fight at the gates, the Joker crackled over the speakers again.

"What does it take to bring down a Deadman knockoff and his sidekick Princess Peach? Huhuhahahehehe, oh well the show ends for you, and I am afraid there wont be an encore." With those words I immediately revealed several small green syringes, as large tanks on the back sides of the toy soldiers began to release Joker Gas. The wounded henchman on the ground scurried and cried out, but soon began clawing at their chests, while laughing intensely. I injected myself with the syringe, but shot my eyes over to Mia, who was dangerously close to the gas tanks.

I dashed over to her, clearing several obstacles in a jump as I ran over dying bodies to reach her. And almost violently injected her with the antidote. It was all a gamble, the gamble was that the Joker of this world used the same split formula that my world did, and if so. Then after this moment, me and Mia will be entirely immune to the gas.

As the two of us were now enshrouded in the gas, the answer was clear. The gamble has paid off. After almost dying to the gas one time, I wont fall victim to the same tactic twice.

With the front guards dead, most killed by the Jokers own hand, I turned to Mia.

"Let's not keep him waiting. After all....the show must go on."

As the two of us entered into the darkness of the Joker's Funhouse.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Sat Jul 18, 2015 5:59 am

Ralph the Rat-16-New Mobius

I absorbed the words of Max, one known as Mad in his own world, but only as hero, to my own people. As we entered into the portal, every sentient being on Mobius, be they Overlander, Human or Mobian all were transported to the new world, as we arrived in various locations, I realized that I could have had Max send the humans and Overlanders to their own world, or his own, as they seem to be very similar. But as I looked at the various and diverse faces around me. I realized, that would not be the best course of action. While it is true that we have waged wars, battled and tested each other, for the future of our old world. The Overlanders, and the humans belonged to it, as much as the Mobians. So, this new would belongs to all of us as well.

We will solve our own problems, share a new beginning.

I was standing at the edge of a running river, in what seemed to be a lush jungle on the new world. On New Mobius. This world, is beyond beautiful. I stepped lightly into the water, only my feet being consumed by the crystal clear waters. As I set my eyes upon the Master Emerald, resting serenely upon a large rock formation.

I will defend our new home, as I will defend the Master Emerald.

It was then that Trix the Linx approached from behind me, slipping her own hand in my own gloved one. I shifted my eyes and looked at her, almost as if for the first time since we met back in Station Square. She then voiced what was likely on Solar the Hedgehog's mind as well.

"So, will you be staying here? Or going to that man's world?" I shut my eyes in thought, a habit I had developed long ago as I spoke.

"I will be here for a while yet. The Master Emerald needs to be protected for now, until we can rebuild our own society. It will be easier for us Mobians, we are used to living alongside nature. However, the Overlanders and humans, they will need our guidance if we are to undo the mistakes of the past. They must learn how to live as we do, in peace, only through cooperation, can we all share this planet, without warring to make use of it's resources." I then opened my eyes and smiled at them.

"And I still need time to enhance my abilities, before I even attempt to venture into Max's world. He said that there was a greater power within me, and I need to unlock some of that power. You as well, Solar. When I saw into Aurora, I learned something. Scourge is not the descendant of the Blue Hero, that descendant, is you." The surprise on his face was evident, and showed that he had many questions. But my own expression told him another time.

As we made our way onto the stone formation, where the Master Emerald rested, I finally caught a glimpse of where I was exactly.

I was standing on a island, floating in the sky, while that alone was not too much to shock me, as there was Angel Island back on Mobius, I saw several other islands floating around ours. The river I had been standing near, flowing seamlessly over the edge of the island, with no logic behind it.

The next thing my eyes witnessed, was the masse of Mobians in the landscape beneath the island. In a similar rain forest like the one that makes up the island. Already beginning to remake their existence on the new world, and aiding the Overlanders and Humans as well.

As I watched the scene unfold below, several large boulders began to levitate around me, as I used my power to elevate them high above myself.

"This is surely, a new beginning." I whispered. As Trix held closely beside me, and Solar with a grin on his visage, blasted from our island to a lower one, repeating the process until I was watching his orange blur zig zag beneath the canopy below me.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Sat Jul 18, 2015 7:12 am

August Carter/Ranger-13(20ish Years)-Devil's Den

I was finally getting somewhere, as I stopped thinking too hard about my responses and moves, things just became more natural. Almost like talking to a friend in the lunch room only...she has alcohol. As she told me about her family, how they were rather normal, well as normal as a celebrity family could be, I could not help but think how different we were considering we are both celebrities in our own right. Although, our name is not as widespread in this world as our old one, but after all that has happened in a very short time. The Carter name has had a way of hogging the national news. She was about to pass another napkin over to me, when this other lady,she had long dark hair, and kinda...weird looking approached, she seemed to know her, I was about to greet her until....until....

She licked her FACE!

I flipped over the back of my high stool, legs flying straight up in the air as I toppled over in shock. Literally falling all over myself must have looked rather comical, as I heard many giggled and laughs from witnesses around me. I jumped back up, trying in vain to regain my composure, before taking several deep breaths akin to hyper ventelating. Finally, I completely overlooked the utter shock on Chorus' face, before my mind reached the only logical conclusion.

Alissa....likes.....girls...

That makes sense, why else would this...Deedee I think she said her name was...do something like that. Yup, they are dating. What was stranger was that the woman asked if we are lovers, but I thought you could only have one lover at a time, so I scratched my head in confusion as my cheeks turned redder than a Coca Cola can.

"I...I...I'm Ranger or, August Carter." I told Deedee.

I then hastily grabbed my helmet and shoveled it onto my head to hide my shame before speaking again.

"Anyways Deedee, I am sorry for talking to your Girlfriend like that. I did not mean to...mean to..." My voice trailed off as I placed my arms across my chest, as if to place a barricade between us.

"Anyways, I need to get going. People need me to save them and all. If you want...the two of you can come along. I have a feeling we can find something to do in Gotham..."

I then awaited nervously for their response. Cannot believe I had a crush on a girl who...dated more girls than I ever did?

And....Friends with Benefits?, I wondered.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Sat Jul 18, 2015 9:08 am

Mayla Carter-34 Yrs-Unknown Pacific Island

My head felt as if it was splitting apart. The sun hurt my eyes as I opened them, the sand clinging to my body like a second skin, as the blood served as the glue. I was shaking, making it hard to stand up, but after some effort, I was able to support myself on my own legs. It was then that my mind flashed. Akuma's ki...it's gone...as I shook my head, trying to get out of my dazed state, I stared ahead of me, seeing that the rock collapse, had been moved. Which meant that Akuma was still alive. My heart skipped a beat as I feared he would be after Daniel, but remembering our deal, I knew that he was in no danger. My mind traced itself back to the fight, his ki...I never battled anyone so strong, and so deceptively so. I fell onto my butt in the sand, as I retraced the battle. It was his last attack against me, that I could not shake from my mind.

He called it...Shun Goku Satsu...that it would destroy my very soul...

How did I survive that? I remember the pain, it was...unspeakable, but surely, I am still alive somehow. Did he...make a mistake? No, that man lives for battle. To use all of his power in a life and death struggle. A man such as that would not have made such a mistake.

But if it was not him, then that means it must have been me. I cannot explain it, but I am sure Daniel could not explain it when he found himself alive not long after dying on Namek against Frieza. He always told me, when a miracle happens, just accept the gift. I was too exhausted to laugh, but I gave a inward chuckle.

He was so cheesy when he wanted to be.

But as I set my eyes on the ocean in front of me, I knew that I needed to find my husband. I have not spoken to him since I left after our son died, and if I know him, he is channeling that frustration and pain into...something.

I just hope it is not something...thats not him.

As I once again rose to my feet, I pressed my fingers to my forehead, concentrating so that I could use instant transmission. In a flash, I found myself back into the alley ways of Gotham, and memories flooded to me as I thought of the time that me and Daniel traveled to Gotham to meet Bruce back in our own world. A slight blush covered my face at the thought of me changing clothes around him back then. But now, I am still covered in sweat, blood, sand and dirt with my clothing ripped, and more than a few rather feminine areas.

I exited an alley way, just to see how bad this town had really gone. I gave a mental sigh. This city really does need someone capable of cleaning it up.

"Well, well, looks like you are looking for something...or someone. But it also looks like you have looked better too."

My head spun around to find the source of the feminine voice. But no one was there apart from the darkness.

"Up here, hun." The same voice said, as I craned my neck to look above me, only to see a woman with long flowing hair sitting on a throne of bats just hovering above me.

"I came here a couple weeks ago, when I heard that there was a handsome and wealthy billionaire to play with. But I can't find him anywhere...who are you looking for?" It was clear that this was no ordinary woman. I mean, the bat like wings attached her her head told me that.

I dont really have time for another fight, but perhaps...she is not a threat. And she said she has been here a couple weeks, she may know where Daniel is.

"I...am looking for my husband. He is Sentinel. I am sure he is somewhere in the city, I dont know where though." She then got a entertained look on her face.

"Ooooh, a husband huh? Well, perhaps you have a open marriage?" My facial expression clearly said 'no'.

She then giggled.

"Oh, you take yourself way...too serious. I'll help you find him, after all. Perhaps I can find some stimulation in this dreary city." The bats then disappeared and in their place formed two much larger wings attached to her back, again very bat like.

"My name is Morrigan Aensland. A succubus, dont worry I wont make you a target. After all, I dont actually suck your soul anyways. Its a different method...somewhat. So, since it looks like a small breeze can knock you over, it may be a good idea to have someone like me tag along." She winked.

I was not so certain about letting a succubus help me find my husband. But considering my husband does not possess enough ki as to make locating him easy, as he only possesses the minimal amount, I could indeed use the help.

And so, I left off with my unlikely...guide to find my husband in this city falling apart.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Sat Jul 18, 2015 9:54 am

Sabrina El Carter/Star Girl-18 Yrs-Siberia

I did not have long to think, I was interrupted by another man approaching us. I heard him long before I saw him of course, the snow crunching beneath his boots as he made himself known. I looked up to see the man, still holding the comatose girl upon my lap. The man was large and muscular, he wore a which somehow looked military. I did not recognize it as such however. But the strangest part, was once his eyes came into view, they were empty. Literally empty, he had no pupils. Just white orbs where his eyes should be. All of this combined with his black cape, gave me the first impression that the man was not to be trusted. I gently set the girl's head down upon the snow, as I stood up between her and the new man. My cape flapping in the wind like his.

He kept walking, his expression empty. Making no signs of stopping until he finally ceased about ten paces from me.

"Stand aside." The man ordered.

I had now decided, the man spoke with a tone that told me he did not have good intentions. I placed a hand on each hip as I defied him.

"No." I said flatly.

The man crossed his massive arms and tried again, this time giving his name. I guessed for ego purposes.

"I am Master Bison. That girl will serve a great purpose to me, it is in your best interest to stand aside. Or face the demonstration of my Psycho Power." I gave a challenging smirk.

"Really? You are some would be world dictator and that is the best name you could come up with? Psycho Power? Well, let me tell you, you really have no chance against me. Just leave now, while I will still allow you to."

The man's expressionless face transformed into a grin.

"Well, that appears to be a challenge. I will accept this, and demonstrate to you my power!" He bellowed, as his fists were encased in a purpose aura, as he rocketed at me at high speeds, starting our battle.
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