Infinite Justice: Beyond (Marvel,DC,DBZ X/Over, IC, Open)

[The Fallen Jedi]

Master Shimura | Cosmic Emperor Arctico

"Shimura, are you sure that there is no way to fight against this ailment that you are suffering?" Arctico asked with a concerned expression on his face, Shimura was a good man, someone who could influence the Masaki Brother's in more ways than one, and if Shimura died, Arctico was concerned that the effect it would have on the brothers, Asumar especially, would cause a number of issues to rise up, something that Arctico never even wanted to involve himself in "I mean I'm pretty sure that the PTO has the technology capable of extending your life, I can even use the Dragon Balls to help rejuvenate your body-" Arctico was stopped upon seeing Shimura shaking his head "no".

"You forget Arctico..." Shimura smiled weakly, his demeanor not even changing in regards of his current situation, It was as if the old man was at peace with his inevitable demise "A part of me is not even supposed to exist within this reality, and the Dragon Balls will not be able to reverse this effect on me, It is the effect of Entropy and degradation on my body, as even though I hold the powers of a god, my body is still mortal and can be killed in the same way as a human, I've been taking the energy of the Universe and using it to keep my body moving, but now even the energy of the Universe act's like a hostile bacteria to my body, It is placing my body in an accelerated rate of decay with each bit of energy absorbed. I am nothing more than a shell that is breaking apart at the seams, a mountain that is slowly being swallowed by the relentless tides of the sea..." Shimura let out a silent sight "This is a fate I cannot escape, no matter how much I try to fight against it." The Old Master turned to Arctico with a reassuring smile "But rather I am now embracing my last chapter of life, from this point on will the younger generation now inherit my legacy."

Arctico respected Shimura's perception of his dilemma, how he knew that his death was very much inevitable and actually deciding to embrace his destiny as it was dished out to him "I respect your hope for the Masaki Brothers, Shimura, but you do know how they are viewed among the people of Earth, Xander included. I'm honestly surprised that Xander would even let the two of them on this planet, much less atomize them on sight, he's giving them a chance to prove themselves, which is what honestly surprises me." Arctico remarked, watching as the two Masaki Brothers were pre-occupied with building their city "I hope that they don't do anything stupid, this is their last chance before I step in-" If Arctico had any hair, they would be standing on edge at this very moment, as he sensed a sinisterly calm energy from behind of both him and Shimura "He seriously isn't planning on attacking the Earth again, is he..." Arctico turned his head towards the Wild Haired Demonic God that stood behind Shimura "Alastir?" Arctico asked, sensing that Alastir no longer had anymore intentions of attacking Earth.

"Greetings, Arctico, Shimura..."

[The Republic of Atria]

Avatar Project Part 4

Hours passed. Their new Avatar bodies were nearing completion. All they had to do was spend fuse their consciousnesses with the new bodies and they would be done. Free of their pain and weakness. But just as they were about to finally wrap things up. Xander stirred. Something wasn't working right. "What is going on? The human shouldn't be waking up." The leader said. "Put his mind to rest immediately! If he wakes before we can erase the memory of his fantasy, there's no telling how unstable he will become!" They quickly tried to get Xander's mind to return to it's relaxed state. But it wasn't working. Julie's death at the hands of Manifest sent out ripples of distortion. Negatively effecting those that were close to her. Xander, having been on very good terms with the Lantern, felt it even more. They quickly saw that their attempts to further sedate Xander were failing and he almost began to seize up. "Into the avatars! Now!"

They had a very limited window. The mental trauma from Julie's death was causing his body to believe that he was in danger. In Xander's mind he and Naja were having a playful sparring match, in which Xander began to feel angry, scared and sad all at the same time. "Wha- What's going on?" He asked and Naja more or less began to fade. "Naja! No!" But it wasn't just her that began to fade. Everything did. He was waking up fast. The Elder quickly began the process of transferring their minds into that of their new avatars when Xander's eyes began to open. "Wha..." He moaned as he shook off the splitting headache he had. "What the... It... It was a dream?" It all came back to him. "No... No it couldn't have..." The memories of the Elders flooded his mind once again. He was lied to. He had never been happier before in his life, and it was gone. His perfect life. The sadness was quickly replaced by anger which was replaced by rage. "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Xander fought and fought. The restraints and equipment they had him strapped to, snapped like twigs. "YOU'RE DEAD! ALL OF YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD!" His quantum energies flaring all over the room and causing the very fabric of reality to bend and break around his body, until he was finally free. His rage causing the walls and floor to boil like water in a pot. He smashed through the ship as if it were made of tissue paper looking for any sign of the Elders so he could start ripping them into pieces. Luckily for them, they were able to finish the transference before Xander crashed the ship into the ocean. Though they didn't run. They waited outside so they could explain themselves. Not that Xander was going to actually let them do that.

"Human! Stop!" The leader commanded as their ship smacked into the ocean. "You do not understand! We had no intention of you remembering any of this. Though it was very impressive of you to break free. Very few have the strength of mind to pull such a feat without catastrophic brain damage. The pain must have been unimaginable." Their words did nothing to deter the golden man from smashing into their leader and dragging him all the way to Mars.

"Here. Let me show you what it felt like..."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Sarah giggled upon seeing her boyfriend's response to her remark, deeply amused by his surprised reaction. "Hey, it's not my fault that coming along took you so long, you know? You'll just have to deal with the surprises. Hopefully none of them will make you run away." The playful pale woman spoke, giving a dainty shrug before setting her attention on the apparently nymphomaniac witch and her militaristic pink-haired sister. The latter was clearly struggling with he newfound feelings, while the former merely seemed intent on teasing her throughout the whole experience, and the whole thing was just incredibly entertaining to watch, but Sarah nonetheless figured that it wouldn't be nice to deny the advice that they were craving so much after CeeCee had been dragged all the way here, so, she politely waited until she and DeeDee were done arguing, momentarily struggling to not laugh out loud upon hearing CeeCee's very sudden and very vigorous confession.

Calming down, the haemomancer spoke. "Alright, CeeCee, if it's Harley you want," She began, not appearing to be one bit surprised to hear whom exactly the Red Lantern had fallen for. Such type of relationship was apparently not that strange in the modern world; her boyfriend had started out trying to put her and her sisters in jail, after all. "then your first task would be to loosen up a little. Look at yourself, with the military outfit, the rigid soldier stance, all the properness. Your best bet is probably being a little informal. Next time smash her into the wall, too. If that's what she's into, who are you to judge? She is what you're into, so you don't exactly have the moral high ground there." The black-haired woman stated, honestly just spitballing. If it was her trying to woo a villain, it would be a very simple matter, nevermind her powers, but unfortunately, intuitive knowledge like that was never exactly easy to transfer.

Regardless, the eldest of the Grimm sisters continued saying whatever she thought might be of use to CeeCee over the course of the next hour or so, with occasional interjections from DeeDee, Samantha, John or CeeCee herself. Eventually, however, the conversation had to end; everyone had long since finished their breakfast and, while not exactly on a strict schedule, the Grimms, along with John and Roy, did have an appointment.

"...Or, if you don't want to go through all this complicated stuff, you might as well just give yourself to her, go straight for the kill and see how that goes. You do have a nice body, I know I wouldn't mind." Sarah concluded, and then glanced at John. Before he could protest or react, she addressed him. "Say, what time is it? We had a flight today, didn't we?" She asked.

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Jamie had been playing defensively during the whole tournament, a welcome change from her usual and far better performed aggressive tactics, but unfortunately, even that had not been sufficient for the other players to provide her with some manner of entertainment; on a match she had gone as far as to play with her feet, but she was promptly told that she'd be disqualified for unsportsmanlike behavior if she kept that up, which made the tournament even more boring, only the promise of the monetary prize keeping her there. Now, however, she was hopeful, having seen Luna in action, and though she did not switch strategies, she expected an actual challenge, a far greater threat than before. In that aspect, she was not disappointed at all: the match was very intense, as the cheering masses readily agreed, and it kept Jamie on the edge of her seat, metaphorically speaking of course. Contrary to her behavior when she picked up the controller, which was cheerful and confident, and also quite unlike her usual quiet and awkward demeanor, she was quite stoic when she was serious during a game, her expression blank and unchanging as her concentration remained on the game.

Yet, she couldn't hold back a snicker at some point during the game, about halfway through, and simply shook her head, seemingly at herself, but in actuality at the screen in front of her. She kept a contented smile during the rest of the match, as if she had suddenly remembered joke that was actually terrible but cheered her up all the more because of that. The end of the match did not take long to arrive, and as expected by both parties, she came out the victor from that battle of wits. The crowd was in uproar, as the game had been even for quite a long time and even the final phase had taken a bit to conclude, but, before the ending ceremony could begin and she could claim the trophy and the cash prize, it was expected for her to greet her opponent, and so, she stood up and walked towards Luna, hearing what the green-haired woman had to say.

"Well, if you say so. I'll admit it was pretty fun. We should play again sometime." She said, eyeing Luna skeptically, but still with a smile on her face as she offered a hand to her fellow finalist, as was customary; the ceremony began not long afterwards, and soon enough, she had the trophy and the money, both of which she stowed away in her inventory as soon as she had a moment to herself, not wanting to misplace or somehow lose them after the moderate effort she had made to get them. Unbeknownst to her, she wouldn't regret this decision, for an incident, planned for by none other than Luna, was about to occur.

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The Black Dragon, Hadrimmelis, peacefully strolled through the ever-morphing hallways of the Great Temple within the Dragon Force Dimension, a joyful smile on her graceful face as she walked, evidently in a great mood and feeling as if everything was right in the world. She had been given an unique opportunity, the chance to receive closure after mourning the losses of her brothers and sisters for so long, and for that, she was infinitely grateful. All the things she had wanted to say had been said now, and though no force in the universe could stave off the nostalgia that she would inevitably feel at times, that did not mean that she was not content now. She had new siblings, she had been given a last chance to speak to her old ones, and all was well. Suddenly, however, something distracted her from her thoughts, as a Serpent Hole suddenly appeared next to her, on one of the walls flanking her. The World-Dragon's curiosity only lasted a split second, as even before the visitor had passed through, she had detected and recognized his psyche.

The figure of the Demon Slayer soon leaped through the portal, and Addraku, or Gilbert as he was known to some, landed in front of Hadrimmelis, looking at her with his sole amber eye and smiling upon noticing how cheerful she seemed to be. It was not often that she wore the plain white robes that her dream consciousness enjoyed using, instead of her regular outfit, which radiated power and elegance. The golden ornament she had over her hollow eye, complete with inlaid ruby, remained where it was, for obvious reasons. Addraku smiled as well as he looked at the Creator of Worlds, and spoke.

"Mother. I knew I could find you here. I take it you had a nice time with your siblings?" The young man asked as he walked towards her, grinning slightly as the World-Dragon ruffled his hair. While ordinarily a man of his age would find it embarrassing or downright degrading to be treated in such manner, the truth was that the Demon Slayer had not known what motherly affection was before meeting Hadrimmelis, his creator, and so, he welcomed any and all such displays of affection, not one bit bothered by the fact that he was a grown man; he was as a newborn to one such as her, and in any case, what reason was there to worry? There was nobody present to see, they were alone.

"A wonderful time, I would dare to say, my dear. They will be missed, but in turn, they will never be forgotten, and I will cherish my memories with them for aeons to come." Spoke the mother of a thousand suns as she moved to embrace her beloved son, surrounding him with her warmth, the child of the dragon responding in kind. "And what do you tell me about yourself? Have you had a nice time, my son? Have you found anyone you enjoy spending your time with yet?" She asked, the last part actually causing him some embarrassment this time. He backed away a little and scratched his ear.

"Well, mom, that's a bit of a complicated question, you know?" Addraku responded, not quite eager to answer that question. A playful grin spread across the World-Dragon's soft facial features as she heard her son's reply, and she simply shook her head.

"You should listen to your mother, Gilbert." Hadrimmelis stated, her son wincing a bit as he heard his human name; he had used it for a long while, but recently he had decided that he'd rather use the name that was first bestowed upon him. Evidently, his mother had not yet gotten used to it, or deliberately called him by his human name to mess with him. "But if you really don't want to share that information..." She continued. "I suppose I will have to find out myself." At this, Addraku immediately tensed up and concentrated. Hadrimmelis giggled softly. "My child, you're so adorable! I can feel your desperate attempt at blocking me out." She spoke, her consciousness having spread out and lazily attempted to invade her son's mind, only for him to use what little he commanded of the Dragon Force to try and erect a barrier around it, hopefully preventing her from entering. Of course, he knew that she could effortlessly smash through said barrier if she wanted, but his attempt, it seemed, was enough to deter her, and she ceased her attempts.

"...Thanks for that, I enjoy my privacy. After all-" Addraku began, but suddenly, Hadrimmelis burst out laughing. The young man frowned. "Mom, stop laughing at my eye puns before I say them!" He complained, his mood slightly soured. But he soon shook his head and smiled again. "Anyway... I'm glad you had a good time. You really looked like you needed it." He stated.

However, before the Black Dragon could respond, something happened, something that left her in an apparent state of shock, eyes wide as plates and mouth slightly agape. Utterly surprised and very worried about her, Addraku spoke to her. "Mom? Are you alright?" He asked. Receiving no response, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her until the physical stimuli seemed to yank her back from wherever her mind had gone at the moment. "Mom, damn it, answer me!" He shouted, but swiftly stopped when Hadrimmelis placed a hand on his arm, calming him down.

"I... I'm alright, son." She assured him, and despite what he had just seen, Addraku was led to believe her. She was, after all, perhaps the strongest person he had ever met, certainly the strongest woman, in more ways than one, and she seemed completely fine, physically, though that was not saying much. He had never truly seen her injured, save for the first time she saw her after she had lost an eye to the Father of Evil, and even then, she had taken his in return.

"Are you sur-" He attempted to say, but was interrupted by an acute pain in his head, his hand appearing to clutch his black eyepatch as he grunted in annoyance. "I... I have to go, mother." He told her with much regret, not wanting to leave her like this, but knowing what the pain meant and knowing that it was imperative for him to depart. "Will you be alright?" He asked her. She nodded.

"Be careful, my dear little oath." The World-Dragon called after him as he left through a Serpent Hole, much in the same way he had arrived. Once he was gone, she took a moment to straighten out her thoughts. The reason she had been so shocked earlier was because she could feel the mourning cries of the universe. A life had been lost, and not just any life: the life of a lifebringer. The life of a White Lantern. And even more than that, it was the life of a fellow heroine of Earth, and a friend also. Not knowing what had happened, she focused and reached out to the mind of the one person who had vowed to always keep himself open for her to visit if she so desired. She reached out to the mind of Charles Crawler, known to the world as Manifest.

Her consciousness entered his, perhaps more forcefully than would have been appropriate, as the Black Dragon did not stop to think about being subtle when something so dire had just transpired. "Manifest..." She called out to him. But as she spoke to him through her mind, her consciousness also soaked in his thoughts, and his thoughts were ridden with guilt, regret, grief and sadness. It took only an instant for her to realize what had happened.

Manifest did not hear anything more from Hadrimmelis after that.

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Etla listened to Serene's grief-stricken words as she told her about her and her brother's trip to Egypt and the gruesome consequences of it all. The golden-haired girl remained attentive, something unusual in her, and only after the other girl had finished speaking did she finally act.

Specifically, she plucked her mechanical bunny Cloudy from her storage dimension and dropped it on Serene's head.

"Stop moping." The Rainborn said, perhaps a bit more seriously than intended. But then, she sat down next to Serene, remaining silent for several moments before finally speaking up again. "I... I lost my brother, you know?" She stated. The mere act of saying this had clearly taken her a great effort, but nonetheless, she continued. "I always tell myself that I was just playing, that I had no way of knowing what would happen, but the truth was that I was selfish, and nothing will change that. I lost my brother, Serene, and it was all my fault, and I have no idea if I will ever find him. I've always tried to live with no regrets, to do whatever I wanted and to enjoy every moment... but I can't ever forget that I loved my brother and that he is lost because of me." She said, not entirely sure of the reason she was opening up to someone who was for the most part a stranger.

"You still have your brother." Etla continued, turning to Serene, forcing herself to smile. "You still have him, and I swear on my father and mother that you can keep him forever if that's what you want. Who cares what an old man living in an old cave says? Who cares what the voice in your head says? The only one who gets to decide what to do is you, Serene. Do whatever you want. I'm serious. Do whatever you want and don't listen to anyone. Because if you allow yourself to lose him, you'll always regret it." She concluded, her eyes slightly watery; Rainborn normally did not cry, reuiring far more emotional trauma to shed their tears than humans did, but the memory of her brother was clearly quite painful to Etla. Nonetheless, she smiled at Serene, Cloudy leaping to her shoulder and appearing to nod at Serene as if to support her maker's point, though it obviously wasn't doing that. It was not an intelligent creature after all.

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"I did not know giant skulls could travel through space this quickly." Nelli remarked as stars seemed to soar past her, though she could only see this through the open jaw and hollow eye sockets of the skull in which she sat. The white-haired boy next to her giggled at her comment.

"It's not the skull, silly. It's the bunch of souls pushing it towards Earth." Necromancer explained as the two waited for the ride to arrive at the blue planet that orbited around Sol. The boy's work was long done by now, and the girl had only come along to keep the formerly distraught boy some company, as he had seemed so angry and vulnerable when she had met him earlier. Nonetheless, they were on the way back to her home now, or at least, her new home.

Suddenly, something happened. Nelli could tell it was magic, but beyond that, she understood nothing, not the nature of the magic that was taking her away, nor the place where it was taking her. Only after several moments was she able to open her eyes, slowly adapting to the strange sensation of having to open them when she had never closed them in the first place. The first thing she saw was the large stone hill in the distance, along with the smaller wooden ones in which people lived, certainly different from the hollow stone slabs where humans lived back in Jump City, but still similar in a way. However, that soon lost her interest as she soon felt something far more fascinating around her. Namely, the grass under her feet, cool and soft unlike the burning asphalt of human cities, and the breeze blowing through her hair, kind and refreshing. She smiled widely, closing her eyes for a moment to bask in the sensation.

Afterwards, however, she opened her eyes and noticed that there were several people around her, most of them looking more or less like they belonged to the Earth she knew and not this new place. Their clothes gave them away for the most part, as did their demeanor. She herself looked out of place, she realized: though her plain white dress was fairly unremarkable, she did not fit in very well with her dark skin, and she was barefoot. Her beauty would likely draw some looks as well, as even though it was not quite godlike or anything like that, it still seemed as if taken from a fairy tale. It was fortunate, she thought to herself, that her shroud of darkness still concealed her wings and made them invisible, as otherwise she would be the most noticeable of all.

As she thought of this, however, she looked down and noticed that her shroud of darkness, a piece of silky black cloth, was no longer draped around her shoulders and was in fact lying on the ground in front of her, next to her black ceremonial knife. Pausing for a moment, she quickly deduced that her wings, two colorful butterfly wings with sharp black edges, were in fact visible, there for all the other time travelers to see.

"...Ah..." She mumbled as she quickly picked up her things and looked around. "Does anyone know why we're here?"

[New Rnclave]

Hiroshi:

Pink energy scorched across the pale, frozen sky. Burning across the sky before striking the his daughter, panic settling in his heart as the blast collided with her. Hateful eyes turned downwards as he made eye contact with Buu as he felt something more than panic flood into his blood. With a rumble, his own power swelled more, a sneer settling on his face.

His own form was still trembling as the demon tired attacking him with electricity, the pain nothing but a backdrop to his fury. His fists shook angrily as his power did everything it could to escape. It was everything he had to keep himself steadied in those moments. Everything around him was a target, even through the haze, he could see the Majin standing in the ruins of his apartment.

Fight.

Pointing his hands down, energy swirled in his palms as azure electricity arced up and down his arms.

Without a word, Hiroshi knew exactly what he was doing. Within a second, just as the smoke parted to reveal his opponent again, and a growl rumbled out of him, several bolts of energy spit from his hands like machine gun fire, spiraling together before splitting into hundreds of blasts. The entire apartment complex Buu was in was lit up with a hail of blasts, miles of land being torn up by the bombardment.

Not giving him a moment, the Super Saiyan blasted off, arcing down as his body shifted in the air, his arm extending at the last moment, his knuckles crashing across Buu's jaw.

Majin Buu

Fight.

Fight. That is the thought that I heard flashed in Hiroshi's mind, and it's what we're going to do. The raging Saiyan attacked me with a barrage of high-velocity, low-power energy blasts. Standard Saiyan loadout. I raised my right hand and cloaked myself in an energy absorption shield, easily defending myself from the attacks and even recovering some of my stamina reserves.

However, the punch to the jaw that came right after was much tougher to avoid, and thus I didn't, taking all of the force into my head. Why? Because something. Besides, the parts of my jaw that were shoved deep into my face almost immediately popped back, as if he was trying to hit a trampoline.

Now, there's an opening. But... what attack do I use?

I mentally shrugged. Hey, I never tried using the Dragon Force in a while. Maybe because I had already gotten all of it's composite powers beforehand, one by one, from other victims. It's still pretty nice, though.

"I wonder, how long do you want to play with me?" I said as I fired a wide rainbow-colored one handed energy beam at the opponent.

Hiroshi:

" Until I put you down."

Focusing his energy, Hiroshi flipped around to see Buu, rising to his full height even as another wave of inky smoke washed over him, his aura pushing against the smoke, leaving an area of clean air for him.

" I don't care if this kills you." The Super Saiyan breathed out angrily." You're going to burn you motherfucker."

Opening both palms, Hiroshi focused his coalesced energies into his hands.

Seconds later, the bolt discharged, slicing through the air. Hiroshi's view of the demon distorted seconds before the beam made contact. Stalling for only a moment, the Hybrid scowled before the world warped and the bolt exploded. Sneering, Hiroshi pushed himself to press his advantage.

Appearing in front of him, his fist already driving forward at Buu. Growling, Hiroshi's elbow was already coming in for a second strike, this time aimed for Buu's throat. Floating in the air, the Super Saiyan stared forward, trying to access his attacks effectiveness.

" I have a feeling I'm not winning."

[The Fallen Jedi]

Master Shimura | Cosmic Emperor Arctico | Supreme Demonic Dark God Alastir

"Greetings, Arctico, Shimura..."

Arctico's energy flared to life in opposition of Alastir's appearance, he had caused too much trouble on Earth to even be remotely near it's location at this time, Xander's energy signature had just flared to life and was flying towards the planet of Mars "Calm yourself Arctico..." Alastir replied with a disinterested expression on his face as he began walking towards the dying Shimura, who flashed a weak smile on his face "I'm not here to cause anymore trouble than I already have, I'm only here to visit a dying friend, the one who never gave up on me, even If I was going down the wrong path." Alastir's expression suddenly softened significantly as he put his hand on Shimura's shoulder in a caring gesture "Master Shimura..." Alastir flashed a grin and chuckled "Were you trying to hide the fact that you were outputting enough energy to be mistaken as a star, or was that just to gain my attention?" Alastir asked with a knowing smirk on his face.

Shimura chuckled as he turned his head towards Alastir "I'm actually surprised that you were able to break past my energy barrier Alastir, I had it set up specifically to make sure that no one knew about the amount of energy I was taking in, but I guess the Universe is full of surprises is it not?" Alastir nodded as Shimura stared at the sight of Asumar and Kazuko sitting at the cliffside, observing the progress of the Nanobots "When I am gone, they will have hard times ahead of them, I can see what they will have to endure, but this will also be for the best..." Shimura pondered inwardly before he continued speaking to Alastir "I knew that you would come here Alastir, to visit me during my final hours in the physical realm for we've been through so much together, It is a bond that you could not throw away so easily, you may have believed that you severed all ties with your past self, but those ties are the reason why you have come back to Earth."

"You may be right Shimura..." Alastir remarked with sentimentality, thinking back to the thousands of years ago in which he worked alongside Shimura in his mission to keep the Immortal Lineage Moving "But I did not expect things to end out in the way that they were supposed to, from myself becoming ruler of one of the many dimensions of hell itself, to you becoming the God of Peace, just imagine that, we are two differing sides of the same coin and yet we get along splendidly, and I simply did not come here to console you during your final hours..." Alastir turned his head to Arctico, who looked back at Alastir with a suspicious expression on his face:

"I've come here to apologize to those who I've wronged."

[Finland SSR]

Majin Buu

Fight.

Fight. That is the thought that I heard flashed in Hiroshi's mind, and it's what we're going to do. The raging Saiyan attacked me with a barrage of high-velocity, low-power energy blasts. Standard Saiyan loadout. I raised my right hand and cloaked myself in an energy absorption shield, easily defending myself from the attacks and even recovering some of my stamina reserves.

However, the punch to the jaw that came right after was much tougher to avoid, and thus I didn't, taking all of the force into my head. Why? Because something. Besides, the parts of my jaw that were shoved deep into my face almost immediately popped back, as if he was trying to hit a trampoline.

Now, there's an opening. But... what attack do I use?

I mentally shrugged. Hey, I never tried using the Dragon Force in a while. Maybe because I had already gotten all of it's composite powers beforehand, one by one, from other victims. It's still pretty nice, though.

"I wonder, how long do you want to play with me?" I said as I fired a wide rainbow-colored one handed energy beam at the opponent.

Hiroshi:

" Until I put you down."

Focusing his energy, Hiroshi flipped around to see Buu, rising to his full height even as another wave of inky smoke washed over him, his aura pushing against the smoke, leaving an area of clean air for him.

" I don't care if this kills you." The Super Saiyan breathed out angrily." You're going to burn you motherfucker."

Opening both palms, Hiroshi focused his coalesced energies into his hands.

Seconds later, the bolt discharged, slicing through the air. Hiroshi's view of the demon distorted seconds before the beam made contact. Stalling for only a moment, the Hybrid scowled before the world warped and the bolt exploded. Sneering, Hiroshi pushed himself to press his advantage.

Appearing in front of him, his fist already driving forward at Buu. Growling, Hiroshi's elbow was already coming in for a second strike, this time aimed for Buu's throat. Floating in the air, the Super Saiyan stared forward, trying to access his attacks effectiveness.

" I have a feeling I'm not winning."

Majin Buu

"That's the first time you're been correct in a while." I exclaimed as the transformed Saiyan's elbow bounced off my neck with no damage dealt. Right, kinetic energy absorption. Useful to have if you really want to trick someone. "And here is another correct sentence - unlike you, I'm not fighting at my full capacity."

My head tentacle elongated and sticked to Hiroshi's leg to hold him in place and make sure he doesn't run away.

"Not even a single percent. Not even close to that." I've been dealing with these heroic and arrogant types for years. I know what breaks one and what makes one. "But enough about me - let's talk about you! Here's something - join me."

This fight is over. Either this succeeds or I just kill him for frustrating me. I bit off the tip of my tongue and spat it towards Hiroshi at near-light speed, and as soon as it touches the Saiyan, it will expand immensely to engulf him and bring him to me.

[The Starlight]

-snip-

The All-Mother stood before the Bifrost Bridge, her eyes closed, resting herself after another diplomatic endeavor with the Council of Worlds. She had begun to tire of the constant wars that Asgard had had to fight and cull for the rest of the Nine Realms, with little compensation or respect. They feared her power, the Council, but not enough for her to wield enough influence over them. She was beginning to think that installing Asgardian rule across the Nine Realms, save for Midgard, would save much grief. But for that, she would need to consult with her generals, and establish which realm stood against Asgard, and which realm stood by their side.

But for now, on a whim, she extended her sight, not physical sight, but rather, her cosmic awareness, through the Valkaforce. Those with enough power would be able to sense her vast power sweeping across the universe, probing, observing all that came to pass. And she felt two things that troubled her, first, the death of Julie, the White Lantern, and the universe was the worse for it. Accessing her rarely used mental powers gained from the Vokoronian collective, she probed the area of Julie's death, and found only her friend Manifest, emotions of guilt and pain emanating from him. She prepared immediately to teleport herself to his side, but then she felt the second event, which made her tremble in rage.

Alastir the Craven, the Oathbreaker had set his accursed feet upon Midgard. And his was a presence which would not, could not be borne. Oathbringer had still not had its fill of his blood. With a flash, she disappeared, standing before Shimura, Arctico and Alastir. She had already drawn her sword, and her eyes burned with fire as she walked toward Alastir. "Did I not warn thee, Alastir, Oathbreaker, that I would settle for naught but blood for your insult to Asgard and its allies? Did I not tell you that you would witness the fury of a Skymother made manifest? And yet you have the audacity to return to Midgard? Nay. Today is your death-day. Say thy prayers to whomever you wish, and then you shall know oblivion." she snarled, her entire being blazing with the Valkaforce.

[Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos]

Salis sat in his cell, staring into the distance as if he could see something no one else could. A week had passed since the League had spooked Charles, and Salis had managed to translate a message left on the blade. Apparently Ra's' plan was about to come together, and he would be needed for the final preparations. An escape would be orchestrated from the outside within the next few months. No specific time was given, just that he would know what to do. Meanwhile he would have to find a way to keep the media's attention on ARGUS. As long as people were still paying attention to his condition and remembered the Craig Thomson incident Walker couldn't touch him. The moment the story grew stale and lost people's attention would be the end of any humane treatment though. Something had to happen soon or he would be on a surgical table or six feet under in no time.

As he mulled over his situation, two guards came out and motioned to the cell door. Salis got to his feet and walked over as he analyzed the guards. Over time he'd been here they had continued to get increasingly sloppy. Walker wanted to keep the circle of people near him small, so only a handful of guards rotated between watching him. As a result these men watched the same prisoner, sit in the same cell, and walk down the same hall every once in awhile for all of their guard hours. Nothing had broken the monotony since his first couple of escape attempts, and Salis was now considered most boring assignment there was. Before they would have been completely alert, guns at the ready and eyes glued to their prisoner. Now the loosely held their rifles at their side, lightly swinging them and checking their watches for the end of the shift. Salis smiled at this. If this trend kept up then escaping would be a piece of cake.

"What's so funny?" snapped one of the guards as he noticed Salis' change in expression. The man was only given a knowing smirk in response, only agitating him further. "Wipe that damn smile off your face before I do it for you," he said with anger creeping into his voice.

"I wouldn't do that," replied Salis cockily as he continued to egg the man on with a smile. Meanwhile the guard's partner was putting cuffs on Salis through a small gap in the cell door before unlocking it. As soon as Salis stepped through the man he'd managed to anger so much slammed the butt of his rifle into Salis' gut, knocking the wind out of him.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asked snarkily, "Portal away? Oh wait, you can't." The an laughed at his own joke, ignoring the warning look from his partner and a glare from Salis that had murder written all over it. After the guard was done amusing himself they moved out of the containment room into the blank halls that were beyond. Everything seemed normal until a point of light blossomed in front of the entourage. Suddenly Salis found himself being sucked towards the strange point, his guards struggling to hold him back. It wasn't long before they lost their grip and he flew headfirst into the point, falling through a field of pure white.It all came to an abrupt halt as Salis landed on his knees, his breath knocked out of him for the second time that day. After taking awhile to collect himself, he moved to his feet and surveyed the land around him. Everything was rural and green, much different from the cities he was used to or the mountains he had trained in with Ra's. Besides the handcuffs and the prison jumpsuit, everything was quiet and calm, the only human influence being some strange people in weird cloth apparel, a small village of various cottages, and a castle in the distance.

What kind of messed up Renaissance fair did I just land in? he thought to himself as he tried to get a grip on his surroundings. It was then that he noticed three other people around him; a girl with butterfly wings, a vaguely familiar man who seemed somewhat older than him because of the Lazarus Pit, and a brunette wearing what seemed to be a mix between a green and yellow lantern suit. It was a strange group to be sure, but the Lantern caught his attention by what she said next.

"Yup, this is Camelot alright."

You've got to be joking.

[Confederation of imperial states]

The Knight's Domain

4:30pm

Marcus was down in The Knight's Domain, at a large, alchemic and chemistry table, with many of the terminals attached syncing and formulating a certain mixture. Marcus was carefully pouring them together, mixing proteins, different DNA structure aswell as a certain anti-mutagen into the Chemical. Marcus continued to type into the Knightcomputer, with Sanza following up and adjusting the mixture as is, Anna came down, half dawned in her Lwbringer suit looking as she just finished a training sequence, "What's going on". Marcus returned to the table, "The man I ran into a few times in the last week, Lanvin, now know as Derrick Quinn, is a Highly Dangerous Metahuman". Anna finished drying her hair with the towel around her neck, depositing it into a chute nearby before asking, "Why not contact Professor X with those X-men?". "Derrick is Dangerous, his Powers include Telekinesis, Fire Manipulation, Microwave manipulation, and more considering he's probably killed far more people before he came to Chicago", "So what's your plan?", Marcus pressed a button, displaying a Holographic display of one of the Mutagen's Antibodies.

"A Highly Dangerous, and Reactive Mutagen, Capable of not only Disabling Derrick's Power absorption, but, Slowly, taking down his current Metahuman Abilities", Anna walked up, standing beside Marcus, "Then what's stopping you from just using it on him right now?". Marcus zoomed in on a single cell structure of the anti-body, "The Mutagen currently isn't properly synthesized, I'll need a special machine at Cryotech HQ's lab to do so". Marcus placed the Vial into a small case holding several Vials of the Mutagen, then grabbing it by it's handle and walking towards the Domain's Elevator back up to the Manor. "You do realize that Derrick is probably doing to try to attack you at the Lab, Right?" She said still standing by the Knightcomputer. Marcus pressed a utton on the Elevator's panel, "I'm counting on it", he said before the doors closed.

---

Cryotech Headquarters, Advanced Chemicals department

Marcus stood by one of the tables in the lab, A machine quickly shaking and readying the batch of Mutagens for combat against Derrick.

[The Fallen Jedi]

- Snip -

Master Shimura | Cosmic Emperor Arctico | Supreme Demonic Dark God Alastir

Arctico let out a silently sigh as soon as he sensed the Allmother's Cosmic Energy enveloping her entire body, this was the exact thing that Arctico did not want to happen as he knew how much Valka despised Alastir after his assault on Earth. However, to the Cosmic Emperor's surprize, Alastir did not react to Valka's threats of Death nor did he respond to Valka's show of force, but instead he continued talking to Shimura in a calm and collected voice "Are you sure that there is nothing I can do Shimura? You of all people should know that I am capable of helping others cheat death, and I can most certainly do the same thing to help you." Alastir explained, knowing that Shimura's deteriorating condition was something that could have been treated, if his spirit was moved into a differing body. He knew that Valka was standing before the trio, but he had no care over the impending danger that was before him, Shimura was a very old friend, and Alastir would not let such ties to his past go so easily.

Shimura smiled weakly, his energy signature still decreasing slowly, followed by the accelerated rotting of his internal body parts "I know that you have good intentions within your heart Alastir, but you must be aware that this is the fate that has been lied out for me correct? And while others can resist this fate, I've lived a very long life and have seen a great many things in my life..." Shimura patted Alastir's back with a reassuring smile on his face "I've never been so certain of such a decision my friend, I want to see what lies ahead for me in the afterlife, and besides." Shimura had a knowing grin on his face "I'm sure that you need to convince someone else that you have pure intentions from here on out and are ready to cleanse yourself of your impure actions." Shimura explained with a smile, falling down onto his knees gently and closing his eyes, falling into a meditative state so deep that only he would awaken from it if he so desired to, but he could still hear the events around him take place.

Alastir turned his head towards the fuming All-Mother, this was one of the consequences of coming Earth, he knew that he would be warranting his life over doing such a thing, but he had to face the punishments that would be brought upon him, and rest assured that Valka may be beyond convincing of his new intentions. Without even a sign of aggression, Alastir walked forward calmly "I did not come to this planet to start any more trouble than I already have," Alastir explained with a calm expression, his wild hair blowing slightly in the wind as he continued "I came here to console my old friend, Master Shimura, for his final hours are upon him. Make no mistake that I knew the dangers of coming back to this place, but I was not going to let my friend die without even saying goodbye and thanks for everything that he's done, I may be an 'oathbreaker', but I am not without sentimentality All-Mother." Alastir replied silently as he stood face-to-face with who may be his killer, but the look in Alastir's eyes signified no care about the danger before him "I have no care for your rage against me, for It is warranted due to my actions, but know this..." Alastir's eyes began to glow red, not with murderous intent, but with an Iron-Clad Will behind it:

"I will not allow myself to die until It is assured that Shimura passes on before me..."

[Tarazed]

Cryotech Headquarters, Advanced Chemicals Department

Sure enough, Lanvin had anticipated the move - especially since Marcus hadn't died when he'd fallen from his office. He was now in Cryotech itself, keeping to the shadows as he traced his steps behind the employees of the corporation - no one had noticed him so far; at least until he got to the entrance of the Advanced Chemicals Department, where he was stopped by two armed guards.

Lanvin, either through recklessness or through sheer bloodlust - or both, simply threw the guards aside telekinetically with the flick of his wrists before lifting them both off the ground and pulling the, towards him.

"Marcus Branston..." Lanvin smiled as he turned to face one of the guards, "Where is he?"

The guard writhed under the pressure of Lanvin's telekinetic grip yet he gave the man a defiant glare as he chocked out a response, "F-Fuck y-"

Lanvin didn't let the man finish his taunt as he drew his index fighter across the man's throat, slicing it open; resulting in a horrified gasp from the man as he tried to put pressure on the wound only to find his hands were pinned at his sides. He wriggled in place as he tried to feebly beg for his life; though his attempts just came out as wet coughs that trickled blood out of his mouth.

As the man's head slumped forward, Lanvin smirked before throwing the body across the room into a wall; smearing it with a trail of blood as the body slid down the wall before slumping to the ground.

Turning on the spot, Lanvin looked at the horrified guard behind him; who was still firmly entrapped by his telekinetic grip.

"Now," Lanvin started to repeat as he readied his index finger against the guard's forehead, "Where is he?"

As the guard shook his head in defiance, Lanvin merely chuckled, "A challenge? Oh goodie. I like a challenge," he started to draw his finger across the man's forehead; drawing spurts of blood the moment he started as the man cried out in agony.

Cryotech Headquarters, Advanced Chemicals Department Labs

Lanvin smirked as he swiped a keycard to open the door in front of him; cracking his jaw with a side to side movement as the door slid open.

He saw Marcus just ahead of him, close to the centre of the room; his back to Lanvin as he loomed over what looked to be an expensive piece of equipment.

Walking into the room, Lanvin swiped his hands behind him to shut the door before clearing his throat.

"You have a remarkable habit of surviving the impossible, Mister Branston..." Lanvin murmured as he clasped his hands and looked around the room.

[Confederation of imperial states]

Cryotech Headquarters, Advanced Chemicals Department

Sure enough, Lanvin had anticipated the move - especially since Marcus hadn't died when he'd fallen from his office. He was now in Cryotech itself, keeping to the shadows as he traced his steps behind the employees of the corporation - no one had noticed him so far; at least until he got to the entrance of the Advanced Chemicals Department, where he was stopped by two armed guards.

Lanvin, either through recklessness or through sheer bloodlust - or both, simply threw the guards aside telekinetically with the flick of his wrists before lifting them both off the ground and pulling the, towards him.

"Marcus Branston..." Lanvin smiled as he turned to face one of the guards, "Where is he?"

The guard writhed under the pressure of Lanvin's telekinetic grip yet he gave the man a defiant glare as he chocked out a response, "F-Fuck y-"

Lanvin didn't let the man finish his taught as he drew his index fighter across the man's throat, slicing it open; resulting in a horrified gasp from the man as he tried to put pressure on the wound only to find his hands were pinned at his sides. He wriggled in place as he tried to feebly beg for his life; though his attempts just came out as wet coughs that trickled blood out of his mouth.

As the man's head slumped forward, Lanvin smirked before throwing the body across the room into a wall; smearing it with a trail of blood as the body slid down the wall before slumping to the ground.

Turning on the spot, Lanvin looked at the horrified guard behind him; who was still firmly entrapped by his telekinetic grip.

"Now," Lanvin started to repeat as he readied his index finger against the guard's forehead, "Where is he?"

As the guard shook his head in defiance, Lanvin merely chuckled, "A challenge? Oh goodie. I like a challenge," he started to draw his finger across the man's forehead; drawing spurts of blood the moment he started as the man cried out in agony.

Cryotech Headquarters, Advanced Chemicals Department Labs

Lanvin smirked as he swiped a keycard to open the door in front of him; cracking his jaw with a side to side movement as the door slid open.

He saw Marcus just ahead of him, close to the centre of the room; his back to Lanvin as he loomed over what looked to be an expensive piece of equipment.

Walking into the room, Lanvin swiped his hands behind him to shut the door before clearing his throat.

"You have a remarkable habit of surviving the impossible, Mister Branston..." Lanvin murmured as he clasped his hands and looked around the room.

As Lanvin approached, Sanza reported it to Marcus,

[Marcus, sir, The man Derrick Quinn is approaching from down the hall. Marcus raised his eyebrow as the machine finished perfecting the Anti-Mutagens,
"Well if he is here, He's way off timing to when I'd expect him to be here". As The sliding doors open from the beep of a keycard, Marcus turned around to see Derrick Quinn standing there as he cleared his throat, "You have a remarkable habit of surviving the impossible, Mister Branston...". Marcus turned around, raising an eyebrow to the remark, "Really Mr Quinn?, I've been operating in Chicago for more than 10 years now, I've taken down atleast 7,000 Felons in that time, and You expect me to die from falling?". Marcus thought it over before speaking, "I'll suppose you aren't here to discuss fairly moderate events, in a world where an Underwater Kingdom exists, there's a man who's Anger Issues cause him to turn into a Green ogre, And a Man who dresses up as a Bat and pummels Criminals at night", Marcus leaned forward, "a Man surviving a fall is fairly Normal in Stature, However, That isn't the nature of this visit is it", Marcus said in a sarcastic tone.

Marcus peered over at the keycard Derrick Held, the same one Security used, "Oh dear, you've tipped off Security. Well it'll take them a minute or two to get down here so Why don't we rave on about Metahuman Politics as we usually do?".

[Tarazed]

Lanvin smirked at Marcus' little speech, somewhat amused by it, "Cute..." He glanced at the equipment that Marcus was using and then at the handful of bottles strewn across the table. He looked at Marcus before cracking a wider grin at him, "But even you can't stall me..."
His hand surged in Marcus' direction, violently ripping him off the ground before carelessly throwing him aside; the plywood wall cracking in several places as Marcus' body hit it.

Uncaring of Marcus' injuries, Lanvin walked over to the equipment and raised his hand towards it; stopping all of the moving pieces within it. He lifted off the lid and removed a bottle, he looked at Marcus as he picked up another three bottles from the table.

"Is all of this for me?" He asked with a look of mock surprise; he blinked and his face returned to a stoic expression, "You shouldn't have..."

Derrick dropped the bottles on the ground, shattering them upon impact; he then flicked his wrist and threw the piece of equipment off of the table, destroying it as it smashed against a wall.

"No...I'm serious," Lanvin's voice was low as he stepped towards Marcus, his tone almost a growl, "You really, really shouldn't have..."

[Confederation of imperial states]

Lanvin smirked at Marcus' little speech, somewhat amused by it, "Cute..." He glanced at the equipment that Marcus was using and then at the handful of bottles strewn across the table. He looked at Marcus before cracking a wider grin at him, "But even you can't stall me..."
His hand surged in Marcus' direction, violently ripping him off the ground before carelessly throwing him aside; the plywood wall cracking in several places as Marcus' body hit it.

Uncaring of Marcus' injuries, Lanvin walked over to the equipment and raised his hand towards it; stopping all of the moving pieces within it. He lifted off the lid and removed a bottle, he looked at Marcus as he picked up another three bottles from the table.

"Is all of this for me?" He asked with a look of mock surprise; he blinked and his face returned to a stoic expression, "You shouldn't have..."

Derrick dropped the bottles on the ground, shattering them upon impact; he then flicked his wrist and threw the piece of equipment off of the table, destroying it as it smashed against a wall.

"No...I'm serious," Lanvin's voice was low as he stepped towards Marcus, his tone almost a growl, "You really, really shouldn't have..."

Marcus smashed into the plywood, the Lab was partly under construction causing Marcus to smash through one of the weaker plywood walls and land with his back on a pile of broken pieces of wood.

Derrick walked forward, peering at the bottles, "You shouldn't have",
he then dropped them on the ground as he began to walk towards Marcus, "You really, really shouldn't have..." he said with an attempt of Intimidating Marcus. 'Intimidating Ground as he seemingly destroys my hope, Stahl already beat you to that', He though as Derrick walked forward. Marcus surveyed the space between them, only a few feet, Marcus then reached into his coat, grabbing a high powered Tazer and shooting Derrick in the thigh, at this range he wouldn't have been able to Kinesis grab it as fast as he could before. Marcus stood up, "And You shouldn't have come so close", Marcus threw a punch right at Derrick's jaw, before kneeing him in the stomach and kicking him back, "You're a buisness man Derrick, whenever you Sign contracts, You always make copies".

[Tarazed]

Lanvin staggered backwards from the blow; yanking out the taser prongs in a fit of rage as he took in a series of deep breaths before cauterising the bleeding wound with a quick burst of fire from his left hand.
"Contracts!?" Lanvin bellowed as he shot out his hand again, grabbing with a firm telekinetic Marcus before throwing him into the ceiling and then hurling him against a desk; seething with pain-fuelled rage as he steadied himself.

"Oh I know about contracts, Marcus," Lanvin spat as he started to hurl sharp pieces of lab equipment at Marcus with large sweeping hand gestures; he stopped advancing on Marcus and instead elected to hurl things at him from a distance - almost toying with him, "But I think you need to know when you're outmatched."

[Narintia]

Nakasan


Helplessness.
That was what I felt.
I had defended Planet Metamoar for all my life, and now I was here.
I was afraid. I have never felt this emotion before.
But if I didn't stop trembling, the universe might be destroyed
But even at max, could he stop the monster.
He didn't sense him yet, so that was good.
He would do it.
The person's name was Buu.
All he was
...
was a target.
''Hey, BUU! EAT THIS! OMEGA FLASHER!'' he shouted, directly transforming into Super Saiyan Two and firing the whitish energy blast.
He smiled.
His facial expression turned to horror.
That was his best.
It didn't scar him at all.

[Confederation of imperial states]

Lanvin staggered backwards from the blow; yanking out the taser prongs in a fit of rage as he took in a series of deep breaths before cauterising the bleeding wound with a quick burst of fire from his left hand.
"Contracts!?" Lanvin bellowed as he shot out his hand again, grabbing with a firm telekinetic Marcus before throwing him into the ceiling and then hurling him against a desk; seething with pain-fuelled rage as he steadied himself.

"Oh I know about contracts, Marcus," Lanvin spat as he started to hurl sharp pieces of lab equipment at Marcus with large sweeping hand gestures; he stopped advancing on Marcus and instead elected to hurl things at him from a distance - almost toying with him, "But I think you need to know when you're outmatched."

"But I think you need to know when you're outmatched.",

Marcus knew right now he was outmatched, he needed to even the playing field, he quickly used his watch, ['Sanza, Activate Security Protocal Alpha"], [Right away sir]. Just then, 3 turrets appear above Lanvin at close range, firing Riot Suppressor rounds at him at a constant rate of fire. Whether or not the rounds hit him, Marcus quickly ran and slid as a small panel entryway opened on one of the walls, the panel closing behind him. Marcus used his Earpiece, "This is Marcus Branston, I'm currently trapped in a Panic Room, Mr Derrick Quinn is in the Advanced Sciences department in a Rampage, Retrain him, Do what is necessary" Marcus sent the tranmission to the Security within the building, who promptly sent their more armored men into the room to deal with Derrick. Marcus looked at a Monitor which displayed Sanza's Icon, "Sanza, ready the Suit" [Yes sir].

The Security Personal promptly took stance outside the door, armored up in helmets, body armor, and Automatic rifles, "CLEAR" one of them yelled before throwing a flashbang into the room and moving in.

[Krytonus]

I opened my eyes. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. I was lying down, in an unfamiliar room. I sat up, wincing at the pain in my chest. I was skinnier. And my left hand felt funny too. I groggily glanced at my wrist, surprised to find it was strangely scarred, with a few pieces of metal grafted onto it. There was some tubing leading into my nose. Confused, I looked around. I was in a small, run down room. It was bare apart from my bed, a desk with a wilting flower, some life-monitoring equipment and an empty wooden chair. There was a faded picture of a sunset on the slightly mouldy wall.

I groaned as I swivelled myself so that my legs dangled off the edge of the bed. I slowly lowered myself onto the cold tiling and stood up even slower, walking shakily towards the door. Before I could reach it, a distressed looking man in a white coat holding a clipboard burst into the room.

"Mister Gravity, you've been out for three weeks. A lot has happened."

[Tarazed]

Lanvin turned on the spot as the turrets dropped down from the ceiling; cursing under his breath as a handful of the suppression rounds struck him before he'd raised his hand; brushing his skin where they struck.

Gritting his teeth, Lanvin held up his hands to grab all of the incoming rounds with a telekinetic field; quickly creating a wall of pellets around him. He blinked as he looked at each of the turrets before making a twisting downwards corkscrew motion with his wrists and tearing the turrets clean off the walls.
As the turret body and the hundreds of pellets hit the floor, Lanvin's eyes darted to the door as a profound "CLEAR" grabbed his attention. He raised his right hand as a flashbang was thrown into the room; catching the stun grenade before holding it in place just as the guards outside opened the door a little wider - then he threw it back at them.

The flashbang exploded in the middle of the guard squad; stunning most of them as they dropped their weapons. Those that were still standing were ripped off their feet as Lamvin telekinetically pulled the entire squad though the walls before throwing them across the rooms - killing several of them from the force of the impact.

Those that remained were held in place and lifted off the ground only to have their now-exposed faces riddled with dozens of riot suppression rounds; badly bruising them at best, outright disfiguring their face and killing them at worst.

Lanvin chuckled at the few remaining survivors before pinning them against a wall and, with the flick of both of his wrists, launching the shattered glass bottles into their jugulars - killing them.

Looking around the room as blood seeped into the pellet-covered floor, Lanvin cracked a smile at the carnage; this was getting fun.

"Come ooooon, Marcus!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he turned 360 degrees on the spot, his deranged-sounding voice echoing in the room as he spoke, "I'm ready for the main course now!"

[Lavan Tiri]

Azazel

The King of Hell was in deep conversation with his second-in-command, Louis Syfer, a low-powered but smart and trustworthy assistant, insofar as demonkind could be trustworthy. It wasn't really a conversation; more like a debate, which Louis happened to be losing, when Azazel felt it.

"Master, I'm simply saying that Batman is a mere mortal, and Morningstar is nearly a god. There isn't any way where-"

Azazel raised a hand, interrupting his secretary. He felt a shift, as great power manifested on Earth. "Silence, Louis." He raised his black eyes to the ceiling, and with a crash, Azazel was gone. Louis sighed. "I was right," he whispered, taking pleasure in his victory.

Earth

Unlike his departure, Azazel did not arrive with a crash, but with a soft whisper, in a cloud of dark smoke. He quickly assessed the situation: a woman, three men. The woman was by far the most powerful, and the King quickly analyzed the situation. There were only a certain number of beings with that power, and only one was a blonde woman.

Azazel stepped forward slightly, his black robes brushing the ground, chains jingling from his curling horns. He bowed his head slightly, his smooth baritone barely above a whisper. "All-Mother. I had not expected such distinguished company in our corner of the cosmos. Tell me," he said, smiling slightly, "is this trip business or," he glanced at the three men, "pleasure?"

[Vicar Synaspic]

Enoch Enterprises Arc

Nicholas had not left the city, but went into hiding, waiting to get revenge on Lawbringer, and he knew exactly how. He would raise her mother back from the dead, all he needed was to get closer to her again. So he would search the city discreetly, under the radar, until he found her. If he wanted any crime done, he would pay people untraceably. His company was buying out properties quickly, and was about to propose an offer for the park with the gold ball, to renovate it, make it better.

[Tomia]

Grimms
Sam was a little surprised by CeeCee's sudden outburst and spoke trying to calm her. "It's alright CeeCee, a crush isn't anything to be ashamed of. I know its a new feeling for you, but that doesn't make it bad." Sam said, trying to calm the sibling of her teacher. It was slightly strange to hear CeeCee speak about all of DeeDee's former sexual partners, but Sam didn't know why it bothered her. She knew who DeeDee was after all, and it wasn't like they were together or anything. Sam tried to shake the thoughts out of her head as she listened to Sarah and CeeCee talk.

Meanwhile John smiled at Sarah, "Like you'd let me run away." He said playfully with a smile though part of him couldn't deny that it was true. He then turned to Hannah and Roy and talked to the two of them for a while as Sarah spoke to CeeCee. Then he stopped and turned back to Sarah's conversation just in time to hear Sarah's comment about CeeCee. It was another shocking comment but he didn't even have time to respond to it before Sarah asked him a question.

"Ya, you're right. We should get going. I don't want to keep my pilot waiting too long." John said to her. Their trip was only temporary after all, though John wasn't sure where they'd be going from their. He and Sarah would have to talk about what the future would hold for them, as John really had no idea. "It was very nice meeting you CeeCee, DeeDee, I hope we meet again." Before turning to the others and telling them it was time to go. Roy had asked for a ride back to New York so he would be coming with them as well.

Serene
Serene was shocked when Etla suddenly dropped her mechanical rabbit on her head. Serene frowned, she was clearly not in the mood for games. However then Etla sat down next to Serene and started opening up about her brother. Serene listened in silence, kind of shocked that Etla was talking about something so personal. Etla was right though and Serene knew it. Serene put her hand on Elta's shoulder to comfort her. "I'm very sorry Etla, I know how difficult that must have been to talk about, You're right, thank you. I can't give up, we can still change things, we have to." She then wiped her eyes and spoke You know... I'm really glad we met you. You're a really cool person." Serene said reaching over to pet Cloudy.

Cora
Cora was doing another one of her training sessions in the basement of the JQ headquarters. It was something she usually did when she was nervous or angry. She smashed robotic dummies with incredible speed and ease as they came upon her. Even with the great effort she was exerted, it was very clear her mind was elsewhere. Cora had never been very political, never really cared who was president or what congress was doing, she figured she would leave that to more interested people like Valancy. However this on coming conflict over this registration act had gotten her attention.

Cora didn't know what to think about all of the arguments being made for and against, it was all confusing to someone very new to the world like Cora. However there was some news that made Cora's blood boil. She had been monitoring the activities of the former employees of the company had that had created her. The news had been pleasingly quite for a long while, however there was recently a rash spread of disappearances of children in juvenile prisons. The official story was that they escaped but Cora's investigation made it clear that that was not true. She talked to some of her contacts in the government who after some hot tempered convincing admitted that there was a secret project being developed to create more cyborg type androids in case they were needed to fight against rogue heroes.

Cora couldn't allow it. She wouldn't let anyone go through what she had gone through. She spent over a week doing research to find out where this new facility was and though she hadn't found it yet, she had a lead as to how she could. However she would need help. Normally Cora would go to Katie, but she knew Katie wouldn't want to resort to violence and Cora didn't want to fight about it.

That's what brought her to Jamie's door. The two weren't particularly close yet, but Jamie was a teammate so Cora trusted her. Besides, Jamie was the one Cora could trust the most not to tell Katie about what Cora was planning on doing. Cora knocked on Jamie's door hoping she was there to answer. "Jamie? It's Cora. Could we talk about something? It's important."

[Finland SSR]

Majin Buu

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Nakasan

Oh, wow, look at that. While I was trying to absorb Hiroshi, someone from the back appeared completely out of nowhere and blasted me with seemingly their strongest attack. All I felt was a few scratches and tickles on my back. Scratches and tickles... That's pretty good. At least the attack punched through, even if it's only heavily localized and the damage recovered in a few nanoseconds. I turned my head around to see a Saiyan, a Super Saiyan, looking at me in horror.

That energy... Oh, yes, it's Nakasan. Back in my universe, he was one of those wandering Saiyans who fell and got absorbed pretty easily. Back then, he was weaker than almost all worthwhile Earthling superheroes, and now... he's still weaker than most worthwhile Earthling superheroes.

"Come again." I spoke, then fired a p[iercing eye beam at the rude intruder Saiyan.

Well, that is happening. But something even more interesting was taking place. In my last "Absorb Everything In the Universe" run, I learned a neat little trick - I could maximize my speed of clearing out a planet by making a bunch of clones and sending them all to every single direction and wipe cities and powerful victims that way. It's really useful... but sometimes...

My Earthling absorption count was nearing 50 million when one of my clones found something really weird. Something so weird that it wasn't in the last Earth I wiped. A whole new island in the middle of the ocean? With a bunch of high power levels located on it? And nanobots? And this one really, really large power? And it feels distinctly... Asgardian.

I think I just found a jackpot. And thus, I started descending from the skies, towards it. Keeping a low profile, using the time to analyze the surroundings fopr any possible strategies on approaching these people. Looks like constructions are taking place. Huh. That's something I have to remember.

[The Silhouette of Adventure]

South City

For half a second, the world was ringing as Powerline laid in the rubble, the sun blinding him. Then, he remembered what was going on, and rolled to the side, barely avoiding the side of an antarctic vibranium blade slamming where his head had just been.

“Impressive.” Trophy cocked his head behind his mask. “That strike would’ve taken out most metahumans.”

“Good thing I’m a Parahuman!” Powerline launched himself forward, propelled by electrons, and slammed his fist against the vibranium armour. Trophy was felt jolts of power run through his body as his opponent ran his signature particles through it.

Inside his armour, Trophy smiled, feeling almost refreshed by the electricity generated by Powerline’s abilities. “Tingles.” He brought his blade up once more, slamming it against Powerline’s side, only for the parahuman to catch the anti-metal. Although it cut through his suit and a thin layer of skin, he was durable enough to simply not care.

Powerline twisted the blade in his hands, throwing it to the side and propelling it across the city. “No sword any more, Black Knight wannabe. Want to run yet?”

“If you’re offering.” Trophy deadpanned, bringing his fists up to brawl. Electricity began to spark around his entire body. Powerline simply smirked and cracked his neck.

Without another word, Powerline leapt forward, propelling himself with a wave of electrons. He impacted against him with a shockwave, electricity bursting out in every direction. The two collided with the bottom floor of a skyscraper that had been behind Trophy. Inside, the vibranium armoured royal scowled, gripping his palms together and slamming them into Powerline’s back, bringing both of them crashing into the floor. A shockwave of electricity and high velocity electrons emitted from the collision, causing the building to shudder. The two could hear crashes above them where the higher floors were already beginning to cave.

“Want to take this outside, Electro?” Trophy smirked inside his helmet as he rose from a small impact crater in the wall. “Not sure you could take a building crashing down on you.” He looked around for his opponent carefully.

“The name’s Powerline.” He wiped some dust off of his forehead, rising and stretching. “Figured you should know that while you stew in prison.”

“Yeah?” Trophy turned and barreled through the window of the floor they were on, crashing into the ground outside. He glanced up at the shattered glass. “Good to know what to put on your obituary...”

“Feisty.” Powerline smirked, looking down. “Let’s see if all that bluster stays for long, huh?”

“Oh, no need to be worried, I’ll be perfectly fine.” Trophy tilted his head. “You, on the other hand, might find yourself in a slightly more precarious situation after I bury you under two hundred tons of steel and concrete.”

“Wait, what?” Powerline didn’t have a moment to react before Trophy began screaming in pain as he sent out a sphere of highly concentrated power from his body. It took less than a second to impact the side of the building. As soon as it did so, the sphere ceased expanding, and instead poured every little bit of its energy into the rapidly destabilizing building. The concrete around Powerline began to crumble, and he leapt for the exit opposite of Trophy. Unfortunately for him, he did not reach it in time, only able to brace as the skyscraper crashed down around him.

Trophy sighed, sitting down. “Damn. That hurt.” He used his sword to bring himself back up, leaning on it. “I need to contact the others, they- Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” He scowled as he looked at the rubble from the skyscraper. It had begun to vibrate slowly, and steadily increased in speed until much of it exploded outward. Trophy was thrown backwards in the shockwave, violently slammed into a nearby building. The rubble from the skyscraper had destroyed the two buildings nearest to it, as well as damaging several blocks around the centre.

A deep, primal yell sounded from the epicenter of the destroyed building, cackles of green electricity flashing all around and arcing on Powerline’s body. The whites of his eyes turned that same green color, chest puffed up, arms extended outward, a firm display of power. Like a crazed animal, Powerline swung his head to and fro, looking for Trophy. “Alright!” He yelled, electrons coming from his voice and blowing pieces of rubble away, “Alright, you pissed me off. Congratu-fucking-lations.” He swore, “Now where the fuck are you?!”

Out of Powerline’s peripheral vision, a blade swung right for his head. He saw it just in time, moving his head to the opposite side to dodge and swaying his eyes to that direction. However, it was a feint - And a stiff knee made of vibranium slammed into Powerline’s ribs, Trophy having successfully outmaneuvered him. The Parahuman flew several feet, but dug his hand into the ground, tearing up part of the street to stop himself, that same intense look of potent rage growing even more powerful in his eyes. Trophy looked at his opponent with a stern expression, figuring it was time to go as hard as possible.

Trophy’s eyes followed Powerline’s movements intensely, the Parahuman standing back up on his feet and cracking his shoulders slightly. Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up, and the man was gone. Trophy leapt to the side and scanned the battlefield, finding several bursts of energy all across the land. Powerline was trying to throw him off, Trophy knew that, and it was working. He swung, predicting the next place Powerline would be is right beside him. With his whole body outstretched, Trophy caught sight of something out of the sides of his vision. The man he was meant to slash apart was standing right next to him, arms folded, causing a moment of panic.

The Fantastic Four member continued his swing, intent on hitting Powerline, but he was simply gone when Trophy’s blade was meant to hit him. “...How?!” He demanded, showing some emotion from being played with by someone like Powerline. “Where the Hell are you?”

Powerline re-appeared behind him, slamming into the vibranium armoured man shoulder first. This time, however, Trophy had braced himself. His armour absorbed the attack, as Trophy’s feet slid along the concrete, cracking and ripping it from the ground. “I hate speedsters.” Trophy grunted from inside the suit, grabbing Powerline and throwing him to his other side, into the concrete. “Sue? Ben?” He tapped a button on his gauntlet. “Get Johnny and get out of here. I’ll keep Thor wannabe here busy. Meet me at the rendezvous.”

“Yeah...” Powerline grunted as he rose, stretching his jaw for a moment. “I wouldn’t count on that.” He flipped around, setting off an explosion behind him and ramming into Trophy, throwing the both of them into an office building across from a now collapsing bank.

---

”Meet me at the rendezvous.” Ben Grimm grunted as he slowly rose, find himself surrounded on all sides by SHIELD agents. There was a heavy shard of glass embedded in his left arm. He sighed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Get the power dampeners on him, quick.” One, seemingly the leader, motioned towards the others. Thing narrowed his eyes and reached over, wrenching the glass out of his arm. Some rock fell to the ground. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!”

Thing glared. “Taking the giant shard of skyscraper that nearly killed me out of my arm, asshole.”

The leader blinked for a moment. “Uh, ok. Stand up and stay still. Come quietly and you might get one of the more comfortable cells.”

“Or he might get none.” From a nearby alleyway, the Invisible Woman walked out, blood and dust covering her face and suit. Behind her, the Human Torch was being held aloft by her powers, unconscious. “Let him go, and I let you off easy.” She stared at each of the soldiers in turn, simply sighing when they began firing at her. The bullets bounced easily off of an invisible shield surrounding her. “Hard way it is.”

She laid Johnny down behind her, compressing the shield around her to be more compact. She suddenly ran forward, vanishing into thin air. The SHIELD agents fired wildly, their bullets occasionally ricocheting off of her invisible force fields, but generally missing altogether. Suddenly, an imprint of a boot found itself on one of their faces as he was thrown backwards. Combined with the force of her powers, he was knocked unconscious immediately. One by one, she picked off the soldiers, until only the leader was left. She reappeared right in front of him, still surrounded by the force field. He attempted to fire his gun, only for it to explode in his hands, burning them. Most of the damage was contained by another field, however.

“This is why I like my powers. Incredible versatile.” She said coldly. “Now, give me the information I want to know. Who attacked us, how you found us, and who ordered this attack.” She glanced at the Thing, who was slowly standing. “Ben, could you grab Johnny for me?” She smiled, her voice suddenly filled with warmth and familiarity. The difference was astonishing. “I’ve got someone I need to take care of.”

---

Trophy and Powerline stood across from each other, each breathing heavily. Around them, the vast majority of what was once South City laid in ruins and rubble. “Ready... To give up yet?” Trophy coughed inside the vibranium.

“Right after you.” Powerline stretched for a moment and stood up straighter. “I’ve still got a few rounds in me. How about you?”

“Not so sure.” Trophy sighed. “Doesn’t really matter, though. The others are gone.” He stood up, sheathing his blade across his back. He rose his gauntlets to his helm, lifting it off of his head. “Go ahead and arrest me.” Blood was dripping from his nose, and he was drenched in sweat. Despite this, a wry smile was on his face. “I won anyway.”

Powerline gave a confident smirk. “Kept your pride, I see. Well, I suppose SHIELD will break that into some minor pieces soon enough. Hands behind your back, yadda yadda, not really, we have some containment facilities that can take you in.” Powerline rambled, extending his fingers out in front of his face slightly, a circle glowing around Trophy. “Last chance to run, cowboy. Otherwise, the shields are going up.” The Parahuman taunted, seeing if Trophy was really ready to surrender.

Trophy smirked and spit, blood flying from his mouth and landing just in front of Powerline. “Damn. Missed.” He shrugged and crossed his hands in front of his arms.

It was then that Hill was finally able to reestablish contact with Powerline. “You better have a damn good explanation why I’m looking at an entire city turned into rubble, Parahuman.” She growled.

“Mmm.” Powerline hummed, staring intently at the too-close-for-comfort spit. “Not clever at all. Rude, infact.” The shields expanded all around Trophy, encasing him from head to toe in a barrier of electrons, the Parahuman realizing someone was shouting in his ear. “Because I had to bring in the Fantastic fuckin’ Four. You’re lucky the state isn’t underwater or something, Human.” He replied with added snark.

“I was three seconds away from sending in Waller and her cronies to take you and them in together.” She sighed. “Whatever. Bring the four of them in, and I can put this incident behind me. So long as you got all of them, I don’t have to deal with the red tape of you smashing up a damn city.”

Cracking a smile, Powerline quipped, “I don’t think you have the grapes, Ms. Hill. I’m sending the four to you, Powerline out.”

On the other side of the line, Hill clenched her fists together, scowling. “I hate my job.”

[The Templar High Council]

"Yup. This is Camelot, alright."

There were flashes of light, a whooshing noise, and then, Simon emerged from the tunnel. He didn't just fall, or even have the luck to land with dignity; he was spat out, and bounced unceremoniously across the hard ground, his forward momentum interrupted by a signpole. As he staggered around, pain shooting from his family jewels, Simon took stock of his surroundings. The buildings were wooden cottages, the air was clean, and the people gathered around staring at him were wearing…

Oh shit, he was in midieval times. Or a Renaissance fair; but that was a lose-lose scenario. As he struggled to his feet, Simon's mind raced. Medieval times…Merlin…his grandfather. And, right on cue, Blackburn awoke. His head seemed to scream, his eyes felt like they were ready to pop out, and Simon collapsed. He had to get away, back to where he could contain a long dead phantom without potentially dealing with a living version.

OH, TO BE YOUNG AGAIN. TO BE ALIVE. TO BE ABLE TO HAVE SEX…

"Shut…up…" Simon spat, forcing Blackburn down. When the pain was gone, Simon rose. There was a girl there, and she seemed…well, conscious. He stumbled over to her.

"What in the nine hells?"

Strangely, though, the ground beneath him almost seemed to give way, and he fell, and he fell, and he fell. When he finally landed, it was with a heavy thud, impacting the dirt. He was disoriented, but was quickly addressed the situation anyway. In the distance, he saw a brilliant castle, and around him were several other people.

"Yup. This is Camelot all right." Boxer paled slightly, turning towards the figure who said this.

"Did... Did you just say Camelot?"

Suddenly, something happened. Nelli could tell it was magic, but beyond that, she understood nothing, not the nature of the magic that was taking her away, nor the place where it was taking her. Only after several moments was she able to open her eyes, slowly adapting to the strange sensation of having to open them when she had never closed them in the first place. The first thing she saw was the large stone hill in the distance, along with the smaller wooden ones in which people lived, certainly different from the hollow stone slabs where humans lived back in Jump City, but still similar in a way. However, that soon lost her interest as she soon felt something far more fascinating around her. Namely, the grass under her feet, cool and soft unlike the burning asphalt of human cities, and the breeze blowing through her hair, kind and refreshing. She smiled widely, closing her eyes for a moment to bask in the sensation.

Afterwards, however, she opened her eyes and noticed that there were several people around her, most of them looking more or less like they belonged to the Earth she knew and not this new place. Their clothes gave them away for the most part, as did their demeanor. She herself looked out of place, she realized: though her plain white dress was fairly unremarkable, she did not fit in very well with her dark skin, and she was barefoot. Her beauty would likely draw some looks as well, as even though it was not quite godlike or anything like that, it still seemed as if taken from a fairy tale. It was fortunate, she thought to herself, that her shroud of darkness still concealed her wings and made them invisible, as otherwise she would be the most noticeable of all.

As she thought of this, however, she looked down and noticed that her shroud of darkness, a piece of silky black cloth, was no longer draped around her shoulders and was in fact lying on the ground in front of her, next to her black ceremonial knife. Pausing for a moment, she quickly deduced that her wings, two colorful butterfly wings with sharp black edges, were in fact visible, there for all the other time travelers to see.

"...Ah..." She mumbled as she quickly picked up her things and looked around. "Does anyone know why we're here?"

It wasn't long before they lost their grip and he flew headfirst into the point, falling through a field of pure white.It all came to an abrupt halt as Salis landed on his knees, his breath knocked out of him for the second time that day. After taking awhile to collect himself, he moved to his feet and surveyed the land around him. Everything was rural and green, much different from the cities he was used to or the mountains he had trained in with Ra's. Besides the handcuffs and the prison jumpsuit, everything was quiet and calm, the only human influence being some strange people in weird cloth apparel, a small village of various cottages, and a castle in the distance.

What kind of messed up Renaissance fair did I just land in? he thought to himself as he tried to get a grip on his surroundings. It was then that he noticed three other people around him; a girl with butterfly wings, a vaguely familiar man who seemed somewhat older than him because of the Lazarus Pit, and a brunette wearing what seemed to be a mix between a green and yellow lantern suit. It was a strange group to be sure, but the Lantern caught his attention by what she said next.

"Yup, this is Camelot alright."

You've got to be joking.

"Well, Merlin was definitely right about the random part." Kylie stood and dusted off her knees before acknowledging her... companions. "So yeah. Um, all of you are from 2016, right? We, er, I'm here on a mission to beat up a guy who's threatening my family. Across time. I know it sounds crazy, but you gotta believe me since you're here, right?" Kylie pleaded with her eyes that these 4 people believe her extraordinary story.

"Yes, I did say Camelot." Kylie replied to Boxer. "Sometime in the year... I have no idea. But I do know that the guy who sent us here is legit: Merlin, that wizard guy from the stories. He's real. Did me a favor after I bought some books from him. Well, that's not the reason he did me the favor, but... whatever." She waited for more questions, before realizing she'd never introduced herself.

"Oh yeah, duh! You guys don't even know who I am. They call me Lady Lantern, I'm a member of the Justice Queens from New York. Uh, I hope you guys can help me solve this little problem? Since, I don't know, I have the way back? Or maybe just because you're nice people? I'm really hoping for the second one."