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

[Charmera]

Lisa sat there in the air, her eyes focusing off in the distance, not really looking at anything as she thought to herself. She then looked over to Alex. "I'm sorry... Just... It's against most everything I've been taught and I believe in to kill. I know it was nessecary... but surely even Frosts life has some value." She reasoned, "I'm not used to doing that... I don't think I ever want to get used to it." She flashed him a sad smile. "Again, sorry. Don't let me get you down. We saved the world after all..." She said with a nervous chuckle, a little forced but it would help let him know she wasn't completely down. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."

As if right on cue, Arctico's body began to glow with a light blue hue that formed around him, this was an unusual feature for even Arctico to seemingly perform, however, unbeknownst to everyone else but Arctico, it wasn't the Arcosian who was healing himself, but it was an energy from a seemingly remote location that had been healing Arctico's broken down body. As the hue began to heal all of his wounds, starting with the broken bones, the flesh wounds, and then the Internal Injuries and Bleeding within his body, and the first word he silently uttered "I-i'm sorry..." Arctico weakly said, opening his eyes weakly as he turned to look at Julie "Sorry Julie, I didn't mean to have you feel that much pain over me, I shouldn't have jumped into the fight without thinking." Arctico admitted.

"You're... Okay?" She asked, now somewhat relieved. She paused, awkward and embarased. "I'm the one that should be sorry. I insulted you and sent you to your near death. I should have at least made sure to back you up when you attacked Frost but..." She paused. "I was too stubborn and I still thought you were like the others of your kind in the PTO. I misjudged you... and it nearly cost you your life. I'm so sorry for that."

Julie
So he does have a spine after all... She thought to herself as she slammed a PTO's face into her knee, before phasing through him to blast both his buddies. I guess he just needed the old fashioned Green Lantern smack on the Ass. Before she could consider whether or not she had misjudged him, she found Shizuo talking to her. She created a tendril of energy which she used to slam into a group of PTO goons before she answered. "He is stronger... Though I think we should at least give Arty a chance." She then paused. "The names Julie. And just let me know if he's in trouble. I should be able to delay Frost for long enough for Alex to heal." She chuckled as she created a large thrashing tentacled beast construct with her ring, having it do some of the fighting for her. "Idiot thought throwing a Kryptonian into a sun was a good idea."

"What, seriously? That's where he threw Alex? Wow, and I thought he was at least a little intelligent." Shizuo shot more soldiers while he talked. "So Julie, this might be a weird question, but I've got this ability. It lets me absorb forms of energy and use them myself. Do you think I could sample some of that lantern energy you have there?" Weird question, for sure, but it wasn't unreasonable in Shizuo's opinion.

Kirana
Kirana paused. "There is one guy I know from back when I came to this planet last." She said. "Well, know is a strong word. We met once. I'm not even that sure he'd remember me. I was still with the-" She chocked on her words as she felt the regular numbing pain of Patience in her mind. Naughty fleshbag, the Wardens don't exist, remember? She grunted slightly in pain. "Nevermind. His name is Max. He might be helpful, though I'm not sure exactly."

"We just need to head to the Kingdom of Ur..."

"Ur... I don't know where that is. You're going to have to tell me." Sayaku picked Kirana up, again, and started flying south not really thinking about it. "I've got a phone. You could... call ahead? It's in my backpack, if you can reach it."

Kirana sighed as she was carried, but didn't put up too much of a fuss. She was still weakened from the fight. "It's an island in the North Atlantic. I don't imagine finding it will be too difficult." She responded. She carefully reached for his backpack, pain going through her arms as she did so and she grabbed the phone. She paused before she dialled. "Do you think we'll see her again?" She asked.

[Rob Halfordia]

Mason was flying through the air at above supersonic speeds, his gray t-shirt and jeans fluttering in the wind. After an encounter with some strange aliens, his day was definitely taking an interesting turn. He had kicked their asses into next week, and after only a few questions, had figured out that they were just henchmen. And, based on the massive amounts of power being exerted in one particular area, it wasn't hard to guess where the guy was. But, his power dropped massively in but a moment, seemingly for no reason. Nothing indicated that the fight was leaned against him, and, what baffled Mason even more was the fact that this Frost guy was not incapacitated or dead at that point. His power was still relatively large, it just wasn't that large. And after that, he just disappeared all together.

The group that he was after was now on the move, flying somewhat fast, so, Mason flew in that direction, pushing it to lightspeed. As if he had teleported, he suddenly appeared next to the one he would come to know as Alex, and the highest power level in the group. Mason smiled as he spoke to Alex in his normal voice, knowing he'd be able to hear him as he sensed some Kryptonian in the golden haired warrior's powerset, "So, did you defeat the Frost guy? I ran into some of his henchmen, and was actually on my way to take care of it myself when his power just disappeared all together.", he said, before suddenly recognizing the man, "Wait a minute, aren't you the guy who fought those Saiyans a while back? You're the one who messed up that big one right?"

[Kaoiluja]

The Outworlder had watched the conversations unfold around him quietly, for he was deep in thought. He knew that selfishness was a path to evil, a path easily taken by the unwary mind. However, he could not shake one thought that concerned only himself and his own confidence. The fact hit him like a laser through his skull: he was, in all respective terms, outmatched. He had been to thousands of worlds, and he had fought unspeakable creatures of power unknown. He had faced down gods without a second thought. Yet now he saw himself but a child among men. Here were beings he could not hope to compete with. He was not the champion here. Not anymore.

This greatly troubled Lúxvälik-Taerr, who had thought for all of his life to be the prime specemin of strength. Had his master not promised him the power to cast down any threat he may face? His masters power and might was immeasurable, inconceivable to mortal minds. Surely it would have foreseen these beings, and surely it could have given him the power to deal with them should the time call for it. Had Waiyäv withheld from him this power? That was the only possible explanation, unless somehow it was he who had somehow failed to use this power to what his master had given him. Yes, it must be himself. Waiyäv did not make mistakes. He had failed, not Waiyäv.

Much more than upset by this revelation, Lúxvälik-Taerr decided he must go. He projected a message in telepathy to all present. Humor me if you will, but you will always count me as an ally. If you need me, I will not be far. I give you the coordinates for a single spire. Find this and ask it for help, and you will recieve it. May Waiyäv grant you peace in your paths. And with that he departed, increasing speed more and more to accomplish a quicker getaway. He had not felt sad in a long time. He could feel the emotion, but in a muted tone. It was not useful in most situations, but could be used to better understand others. The moment he face now was one of the worst times of sadness he had ever felt.

[The Fallen Jedi]

- Snip -

To Help a Friendly Soul

Upon entering the Grand Temple, Shimura began to feel a pure hearted presence struggle against a deep-rooted darkness that lied within the pure hearted soul of the individual, Shimura could feel this due to the local proximity of said individual "Hm?" Shimura said silently as he looked to his Overworld Staff which showed the image of said individual, Shimura then closed his eyes as he homed into the spirit of Hiroshi, noticing that a demonic presence was beginning to slowly corrupt the poor mind. Shimura frowned as he then closed his eyes, connecting within Hiroshi's mind and confronting the demon who attempted to corrupt Hiroshi's mind. The Demonic Presence turned to Shimura's Spiritual Projection "How did you enter my world?!" The Demonic Presence growled.

Shimura's eyes narrowed as his Jade Aura began to rapidly expand, beginning to push the demonic presence back "I don't know who or what you are, but I can sense your energy even out in the open world, you shall no longer haunt this soul as long as you are within the Eternal Valley!" Shimura's Spiritual Form boomed, extending his palm forward, with Jade colored Tendrils reaching out and restraining the Demon before dragging it into a seal that blocked out the demon's presence. Shimura then spoke softly into Hiroshi's Subconscious "I feel your spiritual imbalance and pain, If you desire consul to end your torment, I ask of you to approach myself and my soceity nearby, I have lied out fragments of my energy for weary travelers, do follow the trail of the old and meet your spiritual training upon the steps of enlightenment." Shimura cryptically stated, his Spiritual Presence scattering into dust.

[Asterdan]

The Outworlder had watched the conversations unfold around him quietly, for he was deep in thought. He knew that selfishness was a path to evil, a path easily taken by the unwary mind. However, he could not shake one thought that concerned only himself and his own confidence. The fact hit him like a laser through his skull: he was, in all respective terms, outmatched. He had been to thousands of worlds, and he had fought unspeakable creatures of power unknown. He had faced down gods without a second thought. Yet now he saw himself but a child among men. Here were beings he could not hope to compete with. He was not the champion here. Not anymore.

This greatly troubled Lúxvälik-Taerr, who had thought for all of his life to be the prime specemin of strength. Had his master not promised him the power to cast down any threat he may face? His masters power and might was immeasurable, inconceivable to mortal minds. Surely it would have foreseen these beings, and surely it could have given him the power to deal with them should the time call for it. Had Waiyäv withheld from him this power? That was the only possible explanation, unless somehow it was he who had somehow failed to use this power to what his master had given him. Yes, it must be himself. Waiyäv did not make mistakes. He had failed, not Waiyäv.

Much more than upset by this revelation, Lúxvälik-Taerr decided he must go. He projected a message in telepathy to all present. Humor me if you will, but you will always count me as an ally. If you need me, I will not be far. I give you the coordinates for a single spire. Find this and ask it for help, and you will recieve it. May Waiyäv grant you peace in your paths. And with that he departed, increasing speed more and more to accomplish a quicker getaway. He had not felt sad in a long time. He could feel the emotion, but in a muted tone. It was not useful in most situations, but could be used to better understand others. The moment he face now was one of the worst times of sadness he had ever felt.

Shimian

Shimian had been feasting on the sleep of China when the message entered his mind. He could feel the fear and sadness in the thought, and thought that perhaps he could be of assistance to the poor sap. The great, golden dragon took off, flying away from the temple in the small village towards the spire. He was well aware that this could possibly be a trap, but he decided the rewards outweighed the risks. The Dragon Mage flew through the air, humming as he went along.

Elias

Elias went outside, trying to get a fix on the closest Energem. It was nearby, he could feel it, but he couldn't quite tell where it was.

"I'll need to meditate to see if I can get a fix on the location." he told the man who walked with him and Mercer.
"I'll leave you to it." the man replied, turning to walk away. He stopped and leaned close to Mercer and whispered, "Watch him. Don't let him escape."

Mercer nodded as Elias dropped to the ground, closing his eyes and waiting.

[The Republic of Atria]

Mason was flying through the air at above supersonic speeds, his gray t-shirt and jeans fluttering in the wind. After an encounter with some strange aliens, his day was definitely taking an interesting turn. He had kicked their asses into next week, and after only a few questions, had figured out that they were just henchmen. And, based on the massive amounts of power being exerted in one particular area, it wasn't hard to guess where the guy was. But, his power dropped massively in but a moment, seemingly for no reason. Nothing indicated that the fight was leaned against him, and, what baffled Mason even more was the fact that this Frost guy was not incapacitated or dead at that point. His power was still relatively large, it just wasn't that large. And after that, he just disappeared all together.

The group that he was after was now on the move, flying somewhat fast, so, Mason flew in that direction, pushing it to lightspeed. As if he had teleported, he suddenly appeared next to the one he would come to know as Alex, and the highest power level in the group. Mason smiled as he spoke to Alex in his normal voice, knowing he'd be able to hear him as he sensed some Kryptonian in the golden haired warrior's powerset, "So, did you defeat the Frost guy? I ran into some of his henchmen, and was actually on my way to take care of it myself when his power just disappeared all together.", he said, before suddenly recognizing the man, "Wait a minute, aren't you the guy who fought those Saiyans a while back? You're the one who messed up that big one right?"

Alex stopped for a moment slightly surprised by the new man's arrival. "Not me, I helped though. Lobotomized him. Messed with his motor control and muscle memory. The martian girl liberated his top and bottom halves. Yeah, I fought them. The big guy was easy. It was short stack that gave me problems. But I've gotten quite literally a million times more powerful since then. He shows up again and he's in for a rude awakening. But enough about that. I pulled some guy out of some rubble who could not remember the last four years of his life. Then he started manifesting superhuman abilities. We're going to New Attilan to see if they can help us figure out what's going on with him. Plus, I just want to sit on my ass for a little bit. I've had it with cosmic entities and God knows what."

Alex was tired. Not physically as that wouldn't happen anytime soon. Mentally. Since he left the government to do his own thing, it wound up being the same thing as if he would have stayed. He needed a break. Somewhere he could just sit and talk with people who wouldn't look at him like he was about to snap and break the planet in half.

[Mavorpen]

"Jamal... Jamal... Jamal!" D'Vorah called out.

"Huh?" Jamal snapped out of his daydreaming and turned his head D'Vorah who was flying beside him. "Sorry, I was just thinking about how it feels like my life is being controlled by an outside force. I can't help but getting the strange feeling that this whole thing where I keep meeting alien beings who I decide to take in is the cruel joke necessary to further some higher plan."

D'Vorah stared at him for a few seconds. "...What?"

"Nevermind." Jamal said with a sigh as they approached Miami. He looked behind him to check on Ruby, who he was carrying, along with her space pod, inside of a ball of energy. At the point of entering the city, he spread out the energy to encompass D'Vorah as well, and bent the light around all of them, rendering them invisible.

They quickly reached his apartment and landed on his balcony, setting the pod down in the center. He uncloaked them and looked at D'Vorah. "Show her around the house I guess or whatever," he said with a distant tone. He opened the glass balcony entrance and walked into the living room. He pulled off his helmet and it morphed into a cloth-like substance. His Nova Corps uniform also morphed until it became the usual t-shirt and jeans style he usually wore. He then collapsed face first into the sofa and let out a long and exasperated groan into one of the pillows.

After about a minute, he heard a voice that, by it's accent and total lack of chirps and clicks that laced through D'Vorah's voice, was definitely Rose saying "What's with him?"

"He's going through some personal dilemmas." D'Vorah responded.

"Sounds fun." Ruby said. Jamal then heard the footsteps of one of them leaving the living room followed by a hand being placed on his back.

"Are you okay?" D'Vorah asked him.

"I don't want to live on this planet anymore." Jamal said, his voice muffled by the pillow. Suddenly, he felt something much heavier than a hand land on his back. "...You're not being very comforting right now."

"You're overreacting." D'Vorah simply stated a she sat on his back. She turned on the television and began watching the Invader Zim episode Game Slave 2, chuckling as Gaz tormented a young boy over a video game. "Oh, Gaz, you are deliciously evil." Jamal then pushed himself off of his stomach, causing her to sprout her wings and fly up for a few seconds while he sat upright on the sofa.

"If I'm going to be miserably, at least I can also be entertained while I question why my life has reached such a low point." Jamal muttered. D'Vorah then landed next to him on the sofa and crossed her legs.

"Again with the overreacting. This is not as big of a deal as you make it out to be. Just kick her out. You have no obligation to allow her to stay." D'Vorah pointed out.

"I can't just kick her out. She's a threat. Who knows if whoever was controlling her will find a way to reconnect the signal and cause her to go berserk." Jamal sighed.

D'Vorah scowled. "I do not agree with this. You do not have the funds to support another person, especially someone who will freeload and not take on a job to contribute to the funding of this apartment."

Jamal slowly turned his head to face her and stared at her face for a few seconds. "Really? You're saying that? You-" D'Vorah suddenly turned to him and flashed him a glare that made him go quiet.

"I what?" She vehemently asked him, narrowing her eyes.

"You are a wonderful addition to my life and I am happy that you have chosen me as your king, of course." Jamal rapidly spurted out. When she held her glare for a few more awkward seconds of silence, Jamal blurted out "Hey, speaking of that person that definitely isn't as awesome as you, where did she go?" He looked around until he saw her on the balcony next to the pod, typing something on the keypad. His eyes widened and he rushed outside. Grabbing her arm, he frowned at her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Contacting my creators who seek to conquer this planet and enslave it's population." Ruby stated matter-of-factly. As Jamal didn't respond, only staring at her with a dazed and glossed over look, she went back to typing on the keyboard. Jamal once again grabbed her arm.

"Don't just continue contacting your mass murdering creators like I'm not here!" he exclaimed. "Why the hell would you think I would let you do that!?"

Ruby looked to the pod and then back at Jamal. She then shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't see why you're so upset at me telling them that there's no life on this planet."

"I don't give a -- Wait, what?"

"I dunno if that'll work, but I figured I might as well try."

Jamal narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Alright then..." He turned around and was about to head back into the living room when he stopped in surprise at seeing D'Vorah in front of him.

"We need some items from the store. Come with me."

"Uh, but-" Jemal began before his arm was grabbed and he was pulled off of the balcony. "Wait, I need to check to see-"

"Yes, she was telling the truth. Probably. As far as I could tell. Forget that though, we desperately need milk."

20 Minutes Later...

"So you wanna tell me why you -- or I, rather, bought the entire DVD set of Invader Zim?" Jamal asked as he and D'Vorah walked back to his apartment, bags in each of their hands from a local corner store.

"Because I like that store and believe that they provide excellent quality goods and service. Thus, I wanted to support it by purchasing more than what we needed." D'Vorah responded, using her camouflage to disguise herself as a human.

"Riiight. And you just happened to decide to go to this store when they were having a special event selling a DVD collection they didn't normally sell? And when we don't actually need milk?" Jamal said with a grin as he looked down at her.

D'Vorah didn't respond as she was staring off into the distance in front of her.

"What? What's wr-" He began and bumped into someone in front of him. "Sorry. Wait..." Jamal noticed that there was a large crowd between him and the building his apartment was housed in. "What the hell is with this...crowd." Jamal grew silent and dropped the bags he was holding as he looked up at what D'Vorah was also gazing at as well as the reason for the gathering of the crowd. His apartment was decimated. What used to be his apartment was simply a large gaping hole in the building. "My apartment..."

Ruby then appeared out of the crowd and walked up to the two. Jamal looked at her but couldn't formulate any words to ask her the million dollar question of what happened. Sensing the question that he wanted to ask, Ruby simply stated. "Sorry, there was a cockroach."

Jamal remained speechless for a little while longer before being able to force out a whisper of, "My apartment..."

"MY COCKROACH COLLECTION!" D'Vorah suddenly shouted out and fell to the ground on her knees.

"My... apartment..." Jamal muttered, as Ruby waved her hand in front of his face receiving no reaction at all. He was broken.

[Rob Halfordia]

Mason was flying through the air at above supersonic speeds, his gray t-shirt and jeans fluttering in the wind. After an encounter with some strange aliens, his day was definitely taking an interesting turn. He had kicked their asses into next week, and after only a few questions, had figured out that they were just henchmen. And, based on the massive amounts of power being exerted in one particular area, it wasn't hard to guess where the guy was. But, his power dropped massively in but a moment, seemingly for no reason. Nothing indicated that the fight was leaned against him, and, what baffled Mason even more was the fact that this Frost guy was not incapacitated or dead at that point. His power was still relatively large, it just wasn't that large. And after that, he just disappeared all together.

The group that he was after was now on the move, flying somewhat fast, so, Mason flew in that direction, pushing it to lightspeed. As if he had teleported, he suddenly appeared next to the one he would come to know as Alex, and the highest power level in the group. Mason smiled as he spoke to Alex in his normal voice, knowing he'd be able to hear him as he sensed some Kryptonian in the golden haired warrior's powerset, "So, did you defeat the Frost guy? I ran into some of his henchmen, and was actually on my way to take care of it myself when his power just disappeared all together.", he said, before suddenly recognizing the man, "Wait a minute, aren't you the guy who fought those Saiyans a while back? You're the one who messed up that big one right?"

Alex stopped for a moment slightly surprised by the new man's arrival. "Not me, I helped though. Lobotomized him. Messed with his motor control and muscle memory. The martian girl liberated his top and bottom halves. Yeah, I fought them. The big guy was easy. It was short stack that gave me problems. But I've gotten quite literally a million times more powerful since then. He shows up again and he's in for a rude awakening. But enough about that. I pulled some guy out of some rubble who could not remember the last four years of his life. Then he started manifesting superhuman abilities. We're going to New Attilan to see if they can help us figure out what's going on with him. Plus, I just want to sit on my ass for a little bit. I've had it with cosmic entities and God knows what."

Alex was tired. Not physically as that wouldn't happen anytime soon. Mentally. Since he left the government to do his own thing, it wound up being the same thing as if he would have stayed. He needed a break. Somewhere he could just sit and talk with people who wouldn't look at him like he was about to snap and break the planet in half.

Mason chuckled inwardly. Unlike Alex, he quite enjoyed meeting powerful beings. The more he met, the more powerful he himself became. But, he did always get a feeling of loss each time he replicated a new power. He would lose a little bit of himself each time took on the abilities of somebody else. But it wasn't something he thought about too often, as, he had little control over his power. He spoke in a slightly more relaxed voice, knowing that the problem was taken care of, "So, you must be pretty tough then, to survive against the power I was sensing from that Frost guy. While I was on my way, I was actually questioning if I could beat him myself.", he said, trying to get a read on Alex's powers.

But, something was strange. Just like when he saw Alex on the TV, he couldn't get a read on his powers. This guy seemed to be pretty powerful, and it gave him a slightly insecure feeling that he couldn't figure out his powers or where they came from. So, he decided to stick with them for longer, "Anyways, I don't have much else to do, so I guess I'll head to New Attilan as well.", he said, suddenly channeling his Kryptonian abilities, "But, you guys are moving like snails, so, I'm gonna go ahead and speed up. See you there.", he said, suddenly firing off at speeds faster than light, and arriving in New Attilan in almost literally no time.

[The Republic of Atria]

Alex stopped for a moment slightly surprised by the new man's arrival. "Not me, I helped though. Lobotomized him. Messed with his motor control and muscle memory. The martian girl liberated his top and bottom halves. Yeah, I fought them. The big guy was easy. It was short stack that gave me problems. But I've gotten quite literally a million times more powerful since then. He shows up again and he's in for a rude awakening. But enough about that. I pulled some guy out of some rubble who could not remember the last four years of his life. Then he started manifesting superhuman abilities. We're going to New Attilan to see if they can help us figure out what's going on with him. Plus, I just want to sit on my ass for a little bit. I've had it with cosmic entities and God knows what."

Alex was tired. Not physically as that wouldn't happen anytime soon. Mentally. Since he left the government to do his own thing, it wound up being the same thing as if he would have stayed. He needed a break. Somewhere he could just sit and talk with people who wouldn't look at him like he was about to snap and break the planet in half.

Mason chuckled inwardly. Unlike Alex, he quite enjoyed meeting powerful beings. The more he met, the more powerful he himself became. But, he did always get a feeling of loss each time he replicated a new power. He would lose a little bit of himself each time took on the abilities of somebody else. But it wasn't something he thought about too often, as, he had little control over his power. He spoke in a slightly more relaxed voice, knowing that the problem was taken care of, "So, you must be pretty tough then, to survive against the power I was sensing from that Frost guy. While I was on my way, I was actually questioning if I could beat him myself.", he said, trying to get a read on Alex's powers.

But, something was strange. Just like when he saw Alex on the TV, he couldn't get a read on his powers. This guy seemed to be pretty powerful, and it gave him a slightly insecure feeling that he couldn't figure out his powers or where they came from. So, he decided to stick with them for longer, "Anyways, I don't have much else to do, so I guess I'll head to New Attilan as well.", he said, suddenly channeling his Kryptonian abilities, "But, you guys are moving like snails, so, I'm gonna go ahead and speed up. See you there.", he said, suddenly firing off at speeds faster than light, and arriving in New Attilan in almost literally no time.

"He was definitely the second toughest person I ever fought. I do not want to talk about the first, do not ask. That wasn't even a fight." He shuddered remembering his first encounter with Nightmare. Even with his new found strength, he was still psyched out by the creature. "I'm only going this slow to give the guy directions. He just discovered his powers and I want to make sure he doesn't hurt himself or someone else." He said and rolled his eyes. "Show off. I can do that too." He muttered and a few minutes later arrived at New Attilan. "I swear, if you say what took you so long, I will sigh so heavily it will either be so sad that it is actually laughable, or won't."

[Asterdan]

Peter sighed as Alex rushed off after a new person. He decided he may as well test the limits of his abilities, although it seemed to come so naturally, almost as if he had done it thousands of times. Maybe he had, and his muscles simply remembered what to do even though his conscious mind didn't. A few moments later, Peter was on the tail of Alex and the other person, coming to a halt in New Attilan and dropping to the ground. He looked around in wonder, as this was the first time he had ever been there.

"So, who are we looking for?" Peter asked.

[The Fallen Jedi]

- Snip -

Arctico smiled as he began levitating, focusing in on Alexander's Location as he took off flying, a smile gracing his face as he felt as if he were flying faster than before, his heart was fluttering with brand new life "I understand Julie, you have no need to be sorry no longer, because of my new resolve, I finally feel free from any of Frost's Influence, for once in awhile, I feel genuinely happy to be alive!" Arctico exclaimed inwardly and happily as he continued flying around freely "True that I've nearly died, but my heart has fluttered as a result my Martian Friend, to fight against the person who i've feared so much, It feels as if a heavy burden has lifted from my shoulders and the people who I have to thank are you and Alexander, you've showed me that there are even greater things to defend, and for that, I am forever In your debt my friend!" Arctico said, a happy grin on his face.

[Rob Halfordia]

Mason chuckled inwardly. Unlike Alex, he quite enjoyed meeting powerful beings. The more he met, the more powerful he himself became. But, he did always get a feeling of loss each time he replicated a new power. He would lose a little bit of himself each time took on the abilities of somebody else. But it wasn't something he thought about too often, as, he had little control over his power. He spoke in a slightly more relaxed voice, knowing that the problem was taken care of, "So, you must be pretty tough then, to survive against the power I was sensing from that Frost guy. While I was on my way, I was actually questioning if I could beat him myself.", he said, trying to get a read on Alex's powers.

But, something was strange. Just like when he saw Alex on the TV, he couldn't get a read on his powers. This guy seemed to be pretty powerful, and it gave him a slightly insecure feeling that he couldn't figure out his powers or where they came from. So, he decided to stick with them for longer, "Anyways, I don't have much else to do, so I guess I'll head to New Attilan as well.", he said, suddenly channeling his Kryptonian abilities, "But, you guys are moving like snails, so, I'm gonna go ahead and speed up. See you there.", he said, suddenly firing off at speeds faster than light, and arriving in New Attilan in almost literally no time.

"He was definitely the second toughest person I ever fought. I do not want to talk about the first, do not ask. That wasn't even a fight." He shuddered remembering his first encounter with Nightmare. Even with his new found strength, he was still psyched out by the creature. "I'm only going this slow to give the guy directions. He just discovered his powers and I want to make sure he doesn't hurt himself or someone else." He said and rolled his eyes. "Show off. I can do that too." He muttered and a few minutes later arrived at New Attilan. "I swear, if you say what took you so long, I will sigh so heavily it will either be so sad that it is actually laughable, or won't."

Mason chuckled a bit, "You've already told me what took you so long, so why would I ask.", he said, with a small hint of condescension. He was prideful, and often arrogant about his powers, but, not without due cause. He was indeed powerful, and often flaunted the power itself, but rarely showed off his true power. The power of replication. That was because it had massive and exploitable weaknesses to those who knew of it, which was something he tried to avoid, "But, we can get to know each other later, I think this guy's mental health should probably come first.", he said, motioning his head towards Peter, whom he had no knowledge of beyond that he was mental.

[Charmera]

She paused for a moment. "...Thank you." She paused, stretching her newly covered body and inspecting it. "I've felt... under-equipped for the things we've faced recently. I should be able to help you more with this.... superhero stuff." She put a hand on his shoulder. "I promise to do everything in my power not to get hurt, if it upsets you so much. But I also want to help you and Lucien... because it felt just as bad to see the two of you suffer."

She let go of him, looking around. "Is there anyway I can test this? Anything I can test it on?" She wanted to experiment. A new-found drive to now not only understand the things around her, but also understand herself and her abilities.

"I understand, Lisa. I understand. You want to help others. And you will be able to, especially with this new set - I won't try to hold you back if you wish so." Augustin said calmly as Lisa explained that she wants to protect them as well. Obviously. I mean, we two were quite beaten down back there... Lisa still had a rather childlike mindset, after all. "Anyway, I myself don't really know what you could do...I mean, Lyhn is beaten, Frieza is beaten... But - no need to frown - we're heroes, remember? Going out and fighting, solving crimes and helping those in peril is our job, after all. I'm sure you can think of a way to find something to do."

Suddenly, his armor ringed, as he got a notification - his armor can function as a phone somehow. Apparently, something really god damn important was going down. Well, I guess he, or in his mind, I, should check it out. "Speaking of... We'll meet again soon, Lisa. I have some stuff to check out and take care of." Augustin simply exclaimed and quickly warped back home.

"Wait! But how do I-" She was interrupted by his teleport. "...Power down?" She sighed, reasoning that perhaps thinking about powering down might be key to doing so, and as she turned out she was right, flipping the switch that had been put in her mind, she returned to her normal form, the bots retreating within her. She wondered what she would do now that Augustin was busy. He probably wouldn't mind her doing her usual thing and going out to explore and such, since she was almost like a house cat in her tendency to wander whenever she felt like it (she also had no way to determine she might mean a lot more than a housecat to Augustin). She teleported out of the Lab complex, she was certain that he could contact her after all and besides... part of her wanted to give these new abilities a test run.

[The Republic of Atria]

"He was definitely the second toughest person I ever fought. I do not want to talk about the first, do not ask. That wasn't even a fight." He shuddered remembering his first encounter with Nightmare. Even with his new found strength, he was still psyched out by the creature. "I'm only going this slow to give the guy directions. He just discovered his powers and I want to make sure he doesn't hurt himself or someone else." He said and rolled his eyes. "Show off. I can do that too." He muttered and a few minutes later arrived at New Attilan. "I swear, if you say what took you so long, I will sigh so heavily it will either be so sad that it is actually laughable, or won't."

Mason chuckled a bit, "You've already told me what took you so long, so why would I ask.", he said, with a small hint of condescension. He was prideful, and often arrogant about his powers, but, not without due cause. He was indeed powerful, and often flaunted the power itself, but rarely showed off his true power. The power of replication. That was because it had massive and exploitable weaknesses to those who knew of it, which was something he tried to avoid, "But, we can get to know each other later, I think this guy's mental health should probably come first.", he said, motioning his head towards Peter, whom he had no knowledge of beyond that he was mental.

"Shut up." He said slightly annoyed with the new comer's arrogance and landed next to Peter. "A doctor. I suppose we should ask around." New Attilan had been in better condition clearly, but the people were just as colorful. Strange, even alien looking, but the group themselves were colorful as well and hardly given a second glance. Alex got on of their attention. "Excuse me, we're looking for a doctor for a friend. Can you point us in the right direction? I think our friend might be an Inhuman." He asks kindly.

"You're looking for Vinatos." He says and points to the larger building.

"Alright, thank you." Alex said and led them into the clinic where a few Inhumans were waiting, some looked perfectly human, others looked far more alien. "I guess we wait."

[Kaoiluja]

Shimian

Shimian had been feasting on the sleep of China when the message entered his mind. He could feel the fear and sadness in the thought, and thought that perhaps he could be of assistance to the poor sap. The great, golden dragon took off, flying away from the temple in the small village towards the spire. He was well aware that this could possibly be a trap, but he decided the rewards outweighed the risks. The Dragon Mage flew through the air, humming as he went along.

Lúxvalik-Taerr floated on through the clouds, collecting his feelings. He was not sure what to think. What is it that I did to fail so terribly? I have fought for millions of years. How can I be outmatched by those who's lives were like blinks of an eye to him? It was a disgrace. He knew he was probably being overdramatic, but he did not known what that meant. He had no experience wih this kind of emotion. He rarely felt it at all, given his mostly cheerful disposition. He found it strange that Waiyäv would have allowed such a feeling to be within him considering all of the other emotions he could not hope to feel. Now he wallowed in his emotions as he began to question himself and his abilities further.

He barely noticed the dragon coming toward him before he was only a few hundred feet away. It's glittering scales were blinding at first, and he had to adjust his current forms eye makeup before looking at him properly. "Oh, well look at that." He said aloud. He had wondered while flying through this area if he would have the opportunity to see a dragon, and apparently he had received an answer. "Greetings fair dragon. It is a pleasure to be I your presence."

[Charmera]

Rebecca Phillips/The Jester-20 Yrs-Gotham City

As I listened to Queen, I knew she was more experienced in these things, but I was really not liking the thought of robbing a bank. It is just sooo...typical. So damn boring. I tried to think back, to the days before becoming the Jester, as I remember hearing about a local Mafia Boss, one they say has more strength than Maroni. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. Yes, something far more exciting. And far more fun, mostly dangerous but still will be fun. I spawned a wicked smile on my face as I eagerly informed Que en about my plan. "Ya know, I have heard rumors about a new head of the Falcone Family. They hold a lot of power in the underworld of Gotham. Perhaps-" I trailed off for a dramatic affect as I began to lick my lips in anticipation. "Rather than rob a bank and then try to purchase weapons and resources form the underground, why dont we just cut out the middle man and...take the Falcone Operation for ourselves?" I then sprung to my feet as I began to laugh. "Think of it, we would have everything we would need to do whatever we want, and not have to buy anything! Plus, taking on the Falcones will be good practice before we go up against the Bat and the Joker." I said, as I stuck my tongue out at the mention of Joker.

"After that we can use the Falcone's resources and convince the other major crime bosses to fall in line. Pretty soon, we will have an army to do our will. We could then use that army to spread joyful chaos around Gotham, while we locate the Joker. I want his recipe for that Joker gas, if I am going to make a variant of it." I informed her. "And once that is done and Joker and Harley are..." I allowed my voice to drop as I began to smash a case of stuffed prizes. "TERMINATED!" I howled as I began to exhale deeply and recollect my breath I started again. "Then we can focus on the Bat, and this city." I stated simply. I then began to strut around in front of Queen as I spoke. Making overly grand gestures.

"Ambitious, I know. But me and you babe, we have talents." I said placing a hand on her shoulder and propping my chin on her. "You have a way with knives and metal. Meaning you are never without a weapon. And I..." I then jolted up and struck a match against the bottom of my shoe and then dropped it on the ground in front of me. The match landed in a trail of kerosene which I had poured while I was just strutting around moments ago, disguising action with slide a hand. "I improvise." I smirked as the river of fire engulfed a small tent ahead of us, quickly burning ablaze as I sat down next to Queen and watched it.

Finishing the proposition, I sat back and peered over at her.

"So, what do you think my Queen? Between you and me, this will be a class performance." I stated with confidence. Feeling as if there was nothing in the world that could stop us.

The Silver Queen smiled, "With me and you." She said, moving close to her. She gave the other crazy girl a kiss on the cheek. She really could not and wouldn't not retrain her passion for the Jester any longer. "We could do anything..." She spoke. She slided her hand into Jesters as she moved closer. "Unfortunately, or... hell fortunately this is going to be a lot more challenging than just a simple bank robbery, but I think it really is more our style." She said. Forcing a big organised crime group to bow to their every mad whim, cutting into their skin and drawing blood as they waltz through goons like moonlight, all the while the Jester at her side, her energy and wit and just... her being there. It was enough to increase the Queens growing passion.

She suddenly snapped out of the current mood. "Alright. I suppose we have something to do now... this is not going to be very simple or safe, as I don't believe either of us are particularly immune to bullets, though I do have a slight resistance, I couldn't bare to see those goons put a single hair on your beautiful head out of place. So, unfortnately, we're going to have to come up with some semblance of a plan. Don't worry though, we should leave lots of room for "improvisation"..."

"Though, before all that, I think we should at least learn about the poor darlings we're going to take over..."

[Asterdan]

Mason chuckled a bit, "You've already told me what took you so long, so why would I ask.", he said, with a small hint of condescension. He was prideful, and often arrogant about his powers, but, not without due cause. He was indeed powerful, and often flaunted the power itself, but rarely showed off his true power. The power of replication. That was because it had massive and exploitable weaknesses to those who knew of it, which was something he tried to avoid, "But, we can get to know each other later, I think this guy's mental health should probably come first.", he said, motioning his head towards Peter, whom he had no knowledge of beyond that he was mental.

"Shut up." He said slightly annoyed with the new comer's arrogance and landed next to Peter. "A doctor. I suppose we should ask around." New Attilan had been in better condition clearly, but the people were just as colorful. Strange, even alien looking, but the group themselves were colorful as well and hardly given a second glance. Alex got on of their attention. "Excuse me, we're looking for a doctor for a friend. Can you point us in the right direction? I think our friend might be an Inhuman." He asks kindly.

"You're looking for Vinatos." He says and points to the larger building.

"Alright, thank you." Alex said and led them into the clinic where a few Inhumans were waiting, some looked perfectly human, others looked far more alien. "I guess we wait."

"Thank you, again," Peter said, extending his hand to shake Alex's, "Hopefully I can figure out what happened in those four years."

Shimian

Shimian had been feasting on the sleep of China when the message entered his mind. He could feel the fear and sadness in the thought, and thought that perhaps he could be of assistance to the poor sap. The great, golden dragon took off, flying away from the temple in the small village towards the spire. He was well aware that this could possibly be a trap, but he decided the rewards outweighed the risks. The Dragon Mage flew through the air, humming as he went along.

Lúxvalik-Taerr floated on through the clouds, collecting his feelings. He was not sure what to think. What is it that I did to fail so terribly? I have fought for millions of years. How can I be outmatched by those who's lives were like blinks of an eye to him? It was a disgrace. He knew he was probably being overdramatic, but he did not known what that meant. He had no experience wih this kind of emotion. He rarely felt it at all, given his mostly cheerful disposition. He found it strange that Waiyäv would have allowed such a feeling to be within him considering all of the other emotions he could not hope to feel. Now he wallowed in his emotions as he began to question himself and his abilities further.

He barely noticed the dragon coming toward him before he was only a few hundred feet away. It's glittering scales were blinding at first, and he had to adjust his current forms eye makeup before looking at him properly. "Oh, well look at that." He said aloud. He had wondered while flying through this area if he would have the opportunity to see a dragon, and apparently he had received an answer. "Greetings fair dragon. It is a pleasure to be I your presence."

"I am Shimian, the Sleep Eater," Shimian said to the being, "I have heard your cry for help, and as the world I protect sleeps, I felt that I had the time to spare to help you."

Shimian took on his human form as he neared the Outworlder, looking him over and taking stock of what he would be working with.

"Who are you, and what is it you are in need of?" he asked, curious.

[Finland SSR]

Augustin Gediminid/White Prince

After chatting a little bit with Lisa, Augustin immediately teleported back into his living room, in front of a large television set. It was already evening in London, and the news were on. And you wouldn't believe it - everything was about Lithuania again! Just like six years ago... Lithuania this, Lithuania that. However, what bothered him more was the content. And it was... shocking at least. He already got what was happening by now. "After a brutal capture of a group of liberal monarchists, the Lithuanian nation is experiencing major unrest again" - was the main phrase throughout most channels. "However, most analytics expect that this will be just a minor ruse, as the rebels are unorganized, lack a leader or agenda, as well as underestimate the might of the massively expanded loyalist Lithuanian armies."

"Please don't make me go ther-" As if on cue, he received an email. And to his actual email address, not the messaging system on board. How did he know? He set notifications on. As such, the email was followed by a loud bell sound. Although hesitant, the Prince pressed a button on his printer and printed out the message. And it bombarded him with petitions to bring him to lead the movement, save his country and so on and so forth. The people were sick of the fascism that was installed. And constsnt rebellions. And wars against foreign countries. And economic blockades. And oranges. Basically, they wanted the monarchy back. And he was the sole choice who was not in a concentration camp, dead, likely dead or both.

So yeah. The country needs him.

"Dad, what's that letter?" Lucien also showed up. "And why are you in your armor again?" Augustin turned his head to the Saiyan, walked over to him, rubbed his head and answered.

"Oh, it's nothing, son. But you won't be seeing Dad for a while. I am going to go to my home country for a while. Maybe a few weeks. Or, at worst, I'll bring you with me later."

I mean, it shouldn't take that long... After all, if the people want him so much, then all it will take is a couple days before the nation eruptslike six years ago. In the mean time, they said a gathering will be in Sochi, so a plane ticket and ordering a babysitter will be necessary.

Oh, and he probably should also tell Lisa. You know, so she doesn't get worried.

[Kaoiluja]

Shimian

Shimian had been feasting on the sleep of China when the message entered his mind. He could feel the fear and sadness in the thought, and thought that perhaps he could be of assistance to the poor sap. The great, golden dragon took off, flying away from the temple in the small village towards the spire. He was well aware that this could possibly be a trap, but he decided the rewards outweighed the risks. The Dragon Mage flew through the air, humming as he went along.

Lúxvalik-Taerr floated on through the clouds, collecting his feelings. He was not sure what to think. What is it that I did to fail so terribly? I have fought for millions of years. How can I be outmatched by those who's lives were like blinks of an eye to him? It was a disgrace. He knew he was probably being overdramatic, but he did not known what that meant. He had no experience wih this kind of emotion. He rarely felt it at all, given his mostly cheerful disposition. He found it strange that Waiyäv would have allowed such a feeling to be within him considering all of the other emotions he could not hope to feel. Now he wallowed in his emotions as he began to question himself and his abilities further.

He barely noticed the dragon coming toward him before he was only a few hundred feet away. It's glittering scales were blinding at first, and he had to adjust his current forms eye makeup before looking at him properly. "Oh, well look at that." He said aloud. He had wondered while flying through this area if he would have the opportunity to see a dragon, and apparently he had received an answer. "Greetings fair dragon. It is a pleasure to be I your presence."

"I am Shimian, the Sleep Eater," Shimian said to the being, "I have heard your cry for help, and as the world I protect sleeps, I felt that I had the time to spare to help you."

Shimian took on his human form as he neared the Outworlder, looking him over and taking stock of what he would be working with.

"Who are you, and what is it you are in need of?" he asked, curious.

"I am the Outworlder, sent by the great Waiyäv , tamer of worlds and bane of all evil, to chart the most distant reaches of the universe." He looked down. "But I do not know exactly what I need. I have been a champion of all people's for time untold, and yet now I find I am nothing I thought I was. I am broken, wise creature, for I have seen that, though my master promised me power to conquer any threat I may face, My power is outmatched by those that are but a speck in the flow of time." He could tell he was rambling. Though he was sure to be as polite and respectful to the dragons authority here, he did not wish to bore the him with his problems, especially when he was so unsure of whether he was overreacting or not. It was an awkward thing, being so unfamiliar with ones feelings that one does not know what it is he is feeling. He decided to get straight to the point. "I believe I have failed my master, for he would not take back his promise. Only through my own inadequacy can these facts be true."

[The Republic of Atria]

Alex shook the man's hand back. "No problem. I'm going to take a look around the city. Maybe find a bar or something and make an effort into getting drunk. Or talk to someone who isn't going to try to kill me the second I open my mouth." He replied. "Good luck. Let me know what he says." And with that, ex left to look around New Attilan. There was a bazaar, but he didn't have any money. Which then put up the question of why he was going to a bar when he had no money? He thought about this for a moment before shrugging it off and finding one. Upon entering, he got a look or two, likely due to the fact that his costume was quite damaged. But everyone went back to talking among themselves.

It was like he was... Normal. People weren't scared of him, saying mean things about him under their breath. It felt nice. Then it dawned on him that the only place for him to sit was across from a girl who looked like she was part snake. Alex walked over to her. "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?" He asked.

"Go right ahead." She replied and once Alex sat down she began to recognize him. "You're the Golden Guardian!" She said hushed. "I'm a huge fan! I've been reading about you ever since you fought the Saiyans! And now you stopped an alien invasion?! That's so awesome!" She said grinning ear to ear. If nothing else, someone saying nice things about him was a good change of pace.

[Kaoiluja]

The sprawling Springwater City metropolis bustled with activity, the regular crowds and traffic making its morning rounds. Taxis honked their horns at arrogant jaywalkers, street birds chirped in every corner, and people talked loudly over each other and the usual noise. The city was alive once again. On the sidewalk passed yet another unsuspecting individual, barely noticeable amongst the mobs of citizens going about their day. But he was much more than that, more than even he knew.

Nathaniel continued on his way. He supposed that he should be working to find
A job somewhere as long as he was staying. The hotel room didn't pay for itself after all. He had heard about a job as a bouncer at a local bar, and while he had no tendency toward drinking he guessed that it was better than being jobless. As he rounded the corner, half tripping over another mans foot, he heard a small noise in the distance. It was soft at first, but it started to become louder slowly.

-threat imminent. Explosion about to take effect 114 ft away. Projectile stone will rocket towards left arm. Adjust position to dodge. Assess options. Fleeing from site ensures self security. Endangers those involved. Intervention risks exposure. Only honorable choice. Fleeing conflicts with morales. Run to adjacent alleyway. Disguise face with mask and investigate.-

The blast rocked the street, and several people fell at the shockwave it produced. Others screamed and ducked for cover, unlike Nathaniel, who stayed standing and looked in the direction from which it came. After a few seconds Nathaniel stepped to the side to dodge a clump of bricks that slammed into the pavement only inches beside him. He bolted past the horde of fleeing civilians, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small rid of metal and a mask. He heard some people yelling something, and he tried to listen in. "Akanksa,.. In the... Run... Senator..."

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He ran down the alleyway and pulled the mask over his face. He had bought it just in case something like this happened. He was, after all, a member of the X-Men at one point. It was his responsibility to deal with these situations to the best of his ability. He snuck behind a car as gunfire rang out into the air. He could hear the sirens, and more explosions shook the ground. He peered over the hood of the car, and saw about forty men running across the broken road. Each brandished a rifle to fight off the incoming police. Near the center of the group was a suited official with a bag tied over his head.

A tall attacker near the front of their march brandished a strange looking weapon; a hammer that glowed in his hand. As another police car came up to the area, he laughed and swung it in the air, hurling a bolt of flame that blasted a hole in the car. The man laughed. "I am Tybereus! I wield the force of gods! No mortal can stand before my might! Who dares to challenge me?" Nathaniel thought quickly about what to do. -Senator kidnapping. Protect at all cost. Dispatch weaker opponents quickly. Create distraction for law enforcement to grab senator. Assess options. Larger opponent arrogant. Low regard for human life. Avoid unnecessary destruction. Use willingness to cause harm against weaker opponents. Source of power unknown. Dodge blasts and engage in melee combat. Strike knee and wrist with spin of staff. Disarm when possible.

Nathaniel lifted his staff, which extended from its smaller form into a fully functioning weapon. He leapt high into the air behind the car, dodging gunfire that came at him. He could take the impact, but did not wish for the pain. He landed gracefully, and spun his staff wildly. Bullets clanged off of the surface of the staff and ricocheted back at his attackers. A few drew swords, and came at him with blades flashing. He engaged them with perfect form, combining aspects of Bōjutsu and Kung Fu. A flurry of light and movement was all that was visible of the lone vigilante. In a matter of seconds, he had decimated their ranks. The senator, now standing alone and confused with his eyesight still impaired by the bag, was quickly grabbed by policemen.

He turned to the man with the hammer, who stood in shock. He had just seen his entire group destroyed with ease. Then he laughed. "You do not scare me with your tricks! I am Tybereus! I know no bounds! You shall face a true man this day!"

"Can you just shut up already? Honestly." He looked to the policemen nearby. "Is he getting on your nerves? Or is it just me? I know, I know, I'm intolerant to cocky meatheads. Call me prejudiced. It's just so..." He quickly dodged a bolt of fire that consumed a section of ground beside him. Tybereus raised his hammer, which glowed with malevolent light. "Hey! I didn't know you were a Thor fanboy! Here, let me help you learn how to use that! Maybe if you bash my brains in he will give you an autograph! Or a breath mint!!!" He Charged forward at the man, his staff glowing in anticipation.

[Of The Rnclave]

- Snip -

To Help a Friendly Soul

Upon entering the Grand Temple, Shimura began to feel a pure hearted presence struggle against a deep-rooted darkness that lied within the pure hearted soul of the individual, Shimura could feel this due to the local proximity of said individual "Hm?" Shimura said silently as he looked to his Overworld Staff which showed the image of said individual, Shimura then closed his eyes as he homed into the spirit of Hiroshi, noticing that a demonic presence was beginning to slowly corrupt the poor mind. Shimura frowned as he then closed his eyes, connecting within Hiroshi's mind and confronting the demon who attempted to corrupt Hiroshi's mind. The Demonic Presence turned to Shimura's Spiritual Projection "How did you enter my world?!" The Demonic Presence growled.

Shimura's eyes narrowed as his Jade Aura began to rapidly expand, beginning to push the demonic presence back "I don't know who or what you are, but I can sense your energy even out in the open world, you shall no longer haunt this soul as long as you are within the Eternal Valley!" Shimura's Spiritual Form boomed, extending his palm forward, with Jade colored Tendrils reaching out and restraining the Demon before dragging it into a seal that blocked out the demon's presence. Shimura then spoke softly into Hiroshi's Subconscious "I feel your spiritual imbalance and pain, If you desire consul to end your torment, I ask of you to approach myself and my soceity nearby, I have lied out fragments of my energy for weary travelers, do follow the trail of the old and meet your spiritual training upon the steps of enlightenment." Shimura cryptically stated, his Spiritual Presence scattering into dust.

It hurt to breath.

Ever since that old man had appeared to him, offering him a chance to work out the problems within himself, Theud been happening since… NAMEK!

Ever since that girl had revived him, however the hell she had done that, he'd been getting terrible nightmares, he was more ruthless then ever, and he had migraines hourly it seemed. Once he was finished here, that Bitch was going to know the wrath of a pissed Saiyan, especially the rage of a Super Saiyan.

He was almost there, he condo feel an energy in the distance, and this cursed trail could go fuck itself, he was a Half-Saiyan-Kaioshin prodigy, why the hell did he have to walk these things. But no matter what he told himself, he was wasting away up here, it'd been three days without food, and that was a hell he wish he didn't have to suffer through.

The Pavilion of Shimura had mentioned was just a few feet away, and he could see the old geezer now. Sighing in relief, he clutched his parka closer, the tattered remains of his Gi doing next to nothing to keep out the cold.

Stumbling up before the man, he gave a tired smile.

"You called to me?" He almost flinche dat his voice, it was weak and raspy, it almost made him angry.

[The Fallen Jedi]

- Snip -

Upon approaching the aged man, Hiroshi could see that Shimura was within deep meditation, the energy of nature surrounding his body and whirling around him peacefully as he inhaled before he then opened his eyes and smiled "Why of course I did call for you Weary Traveler, I sensed your energy enter the Valley of Enlightenment, or the Eternal Valley as my people call it, here -" Shimura said as he led Hiroshi to the front of the Pavillion as he gestured to the Massive Valley below "This is the Valley of Enlightenment, a Valley that contains much in the ways of Spirituality, it helps calm the mind if one looks not with their eyes, but with their spirit, they will feel calm and at peace." Shimura said with a smile on his face.

The Wayward Sage then turned away and began walking towards the steps that led into the nearby Village, Shimura knew that the weary traveler known as Hiroshi had been traversing the mountains for days in search for a Sage to help him, Shimura wanted the traveler to at least rest and feel welcomed within his land, Shimura's Territory "Come now my wayward friend, let us get something to eat and find a place for you to lie your head down for awhile, I've watched your three day journey and know that you indeed need some rest, follow me won't you?" Shimura said happily, holding onto his Overworld Staff as he walked down the stone steps carefully.

[The Republic of Atria]

Alex smiled as the snake woman fan girled over him. "Slow down!" He said and snickered a bit. "Please. Call me Alex. That's my real name. But I don't want to hear about me. I came here to just forget about the last few days. I thought going out on my own would be fun. No one told me this super hero crap was this depressing. All I've done for the past few days is beat up, get beaten up and everything else between. What's your name?" He asked hoping to change the subject.

"My name is Naja. So... Alex." Naja replied slightly giddy at the prospect of meeting her hero. "You look pretty roughed up. You're okay right?" She asked.

"I'm fine. Cuts and bruises. Naja. I like that name. You like it here?" He asked.

"Its... okay. I don't feel like the weirdest person in the room anymore." She says and looks around.

"Trust me. I know the feeling." He said and looked at her. "You don't look weird to me."

[Of The Rnclave]

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Upon approaching the aged man, Hiroshi could see that Shimura was within deep meditation, the energy of nature surrounding his body and whirling around him peacefully as he inhaled before he then opened his eyes and smiled "Why of course I did call for you Weary Traveler, I sensed your energy enter the Valley of Enlightenment, or the Eternal Valley as my people call it, here -" Shimura said as he led Hiroshi to the front of the Pavillion as he gestured to the Massive Valley below "This is the Valley of Enlightenment, a Valley that contains much in the ways of Spirituality, it helps calm the mind if one looks not with their eyes, but with their spirit, they will feel calm and at peace." Shimura said with a smile on his face.

The Wayward Sage then turned away and began walking towards the steps that led into the nearby Village, Shimura knew that the weary traveler known as Hiroshi had been traversing the mountains for days in search for a Sage to help him, Shimura wanted the traveler to at least rest and feel welcomed within his land, Shimura's Territory "Come now my wayward friend, let us get something to eat and find a place for you to lie your head down for awhile, I've watched your three day journey and know that you indeed need some rest, follow me won't you?" Shimura said happily, holding onto his Overworld Staff as he walked down the stone steps carefully.

Even if he was tired, Hiroshi was a saiyan, and pride dictated he hold himself up until later when he could rest and eat, he was a nice person, but pride was still important.

"That demon thing you helped me ward off or whatever it's called, he said his name was Garlic Junior, do you know him? You being all spiritual and shit, I'd figure you'd know something about and or of him." He said, almost cursing at the strong rasp of his voice.

Not just a three days ago had he fought Garlics minions, he'd be lying to say he wasn't startled. This Garlic guy didn't sound powerful, but Freiza didn't look powerful, so looks were always deceiving.